That belly was on Dash’s mind the moment she awoke. That incredible sense of power and helplessness, like she really was a mother now. She wasn’t, of course. That statue would fix her. But that belly wow... to see it on Dash’s own body... she opened her eyes and stroked... her smooth flat belly.
Rainbow Dash sat up, and... looked at her belly. It was just her normal belly. That must have been some weird... dream thing or something? Well, the belly part at least. The hoofballers were still pretty much wiped out around her, but Rainbow Dash was feeling more and more energetic. She was practically ready to take on the world! She stood shakily, but with a growing confidence.
Or maybe she was ready to take on that Mega Sexinator 5000 thing in her snatch, and imagine she had a really big belly while doing so, for the rest of the afternoon/evening/sortanight/probablynotmorning.
That wasn’t even the awesomest day Rainbow Dash had. No it was a week... more than a week? A week into it about, Rainbow Dash finally made it to work again. She’d been absent for three days straight, and certainly not performing well the last day she was there. Then again, her cunt was performing pretty well. So that’s the day that Rainbow Dash had a really super mega awesome day.
“I am gonna... so make it to... work today...” she murmured dizzily, humping with abandon against the dildo hooked onto her wall. When there was a sharp crack and the sound of shattering glass, Rainbow Dash’s pupils narrowed in shock. Well, one of them did at any rate. She looked back at her ass to find her bedroom mirror completely wrecked, and half of her third favorite dildo sliding wetly out of her hot cunt. She looked between her legs uncomprehendingly at the second half of the dildo embedded in the cloudcrete behind the ruined mirror, from where it broke off from the first half, which was still firmly clutched in Rainbow Dash’s vagina.
“Aww,” she groaned disappointedly. “I’sh broken!”
There was a light in the corner of her eye from something that filled her with a desperate, trembling horniness. It was almost painful how tightly she compulsively clutched around the bit of dildo she could still hold onto. A high whine came from the back of her throat as Rainbow Dash’s desire peaked so much it was making her foot thump on the ground. She wasn’t just horny; she was getting scared. She never had an estrus like this before! She wanted more cock than she’d ever thought about in her life!
“What am I gonna do now?” she said tearfully, but the broken dildo gave no answers. “Uggh!” she growled in disgust, squeezing just so the thing would fly out of her, across the room and smack into the side of her desk.
Slumping dejectedly, Dash felt like a zombie as she tried to get ready for work. She could barely choke down some dry bread; when was the last time she’d eaten? Didn’t matter. It wasn’t her mouth that was hungry. Rainbow thought fondly of that crazy experiment she had done yesterday... was it yesterday? Probably. With all those freaking stallions and their plunging, spurting dicks. Dash hardly thought about fillies anymore, now that she got a taste of what a cock could make her feel like. And now she couldn’t have either, and even her dildos were broken! She had nothing left to do but mope around, and go to work, and...
There are stallions at work...
Oh sure, most mares can hold back their estrus to get the job done, and go to work without fucking literally everypony, but this was practically a national emergency here. Rainbow’s forelegs crumpled at the thought of more stallions, her cunt quivering and drooling behind her. She just... was she orgasming again? She was! She wasn’t even touching it! All Rainbow Dash had to do was think stallion, stallion, cum and with a hot high gasp she started convulsing in there, waves of pleasure washing over her even as the achingly empty feeling of her birth canal made her shudder and clench her teeth.
“Work... tha’s it...!” Dash slurred triumphantly, crawling to to her hooves once she could control her legs again, almost losing her footing on some loose blue feathers, but staggering upright at last. “I’ll just... go to work and maybe fuck all the stallions while I... work and stuff. Yeah, that’ll totally be great!”
She felt the most peculiar sense of dread as she made ready to fly out the window, as if her body was warring with itself, hungering more than anything to be filled, but also to stay inside and seal herself off from any other ponies until this weird estrus was passed. With a slight golden light glowing in the corner of her eye, and a surge in passion in her breast, Rainbow blasted out the window, flying away from her fears and right towards just what she needed. This was gonna be great.
Rainbow Dash felt more and more energetic as she devoted herself to her task. Her body was a lean mean machine guided like an arrow to perform its one most incredible task. She landed hard on the allostratus, skidding to a halt right in front of her workmates already about halfway through their day. “Never fear, Rainbow Dash is here!” she said proudly, spreading her—oh that felt weird—spreading her wings proudly, and swaying her hips behind her sensuously.
“Rainbow, you... you look so...” her boss was the first one to find her voice, approaching the serene rainbow maned pegasus with a trembling hoof. “What happened to you?” the foremare said in horror and wonder.
Dash just let herself lean down, face to face with the foremare lower on the cloud there, practically lips to lips. “Estrus happened,” Dash said huskily, hungering for just a touch of those... “I’m horny happened. You wanna... if anypony wants to help out...” Then she just gave in and kissed that mare, right there in front of everypony else. The mare’s own wings went up at that, pulling back almost frantically, but Dash surged forward, holding to the older mare confidently, whatever her name was, and that mare’s eyes went liquid and rolled back, her body sinking and her wings going limp, as she was taken by the power of Dash’s passionate kiss.
“See this?” Dash said demonstrating by just grabbing the foremare’s butt and lifting it up to spread her wide. “S’ a mare in heat! I’m a mare in heat! You gonna leave... leave this all unheated? No way! Change of plans. You’re going to fuck me!” She was so suave and sexy in how she said it that the other ponies just clustered around, not even trying to separate her and her boss anymore, just looking at her with the most aroused, hungry looks that Rainbow Dash had ever seen in a pony’s eyes. And she was the main course.
“Come and get it,” she purred, hiking her hips up as her mates went and started caressing her all over and kissing her wings even if they didn’t know about that secret spot, and hello somepony decided to clean up her wet snatch, making Rainbow buck her hips up and pant hard at a thick tongue sliding all over her inflamed petals. She hoped it was a stallion’s tongue, because she knew what stallions do when they get a taste of a mare. Dash’s heart hammered when the pony behind her started to climb up and mount her. It was a stallion! She was gonna get it. She wanted it so bad it hurt! “Put it in me~~” she whined tightly, and she felt a confused shaft smacking around under there, and just tilted her hips just right so it drove into her and...
Awwww yeah, dildos got nothing on this. She felt like his dick was an oasis and her cunt was drinking deeply of the crystal cool waters within. Her eyes opened, and her mouth closed in a confident smile, as she started deliberately rocking herself back and forth, not even sliding him out for a second before that penis was shoving in her again, and he was doing it too Humping and humping and Dash felt like she was sparkling and shining. Her insides shook as he plunged into them... whichever stallion it was. Her legs braced, and her pelvis tilted, swallowing that dick needily again and again. She heard the orgasm before she felt it, and fought to thrust him in her when he jammed up close and shouted out into the air. But the moment those hot blooms of semen blasted against her in there, Dash sighed in immense relief, her tongue dropping out as she ground her pelvis against the stallion while his throbbing spurting cock filled her with so much seed.
Stallions, mares, didn’t matter. Dash was the center of everything. She would lick a mare’s soft petals until that mare was bleating crazy with a knee shaking orgasm. The stallions filled Dash and filled her and filled her. The mares would lick the stallions, lick every drop of seed that could dribble out of them, then press their lips against Rainbow Dash’s needy cunt, smearing around that seed and pushing their tongues inside her, getting as much inside her as possible. Every time Dash was pounded hard by a horny pegasus stallion she felt like her belly was practically sloshing beneath her, jiggling back and forth like a bizarre water balloon. It should have hurt or something, but it felt so good to do so.
She was on her back pushing hard on her tingling teats as a mare buried her head in Dash’s hips and Rainbow Dash’s forehooves pushed and pushed into her belly, compressing her belly down into a pure mindless pleasure, then grabbing the mare’s ears and holding her against her crotch, as Dash bucked in a hard orgasm shaking through her. Then shoving the mare aside because a stallion was ready. A stallion was looking at her, and loved her and was going to put foals in her. She wrapped her hindlegs around his dark grey rump as his black fleshy cock licked up against her soft petals, and just drove in her in one swift squeal inducing thrust. He was hammering her like his life depended on it, and Dash was pretty sure her life depended on getting seed inside her at this point, because she just wanted it that bad.
When he ejaculated in her with a low groan, Dash watched lustfully between her legs as her belly plumped with every spurt of the seed. It was just like she was getting pregnant. It was incredible. His spurts tapered off and he—Dash pulled his hips back, driving his cock deep within her and kissed him hard on the lips. He gave a pained low as his dick throbbed, then started spurting again, every drop of even the thinnest fluid pulled out of him by her hungry cunt, fulfilling her greatest desire. More seed... more! He kind of... passed out on top of her then, so Rainbow kicked him off her and jumped to her feet, whereupon she zeroed in on the remaining stallion, and presented for him, mounted like a proper brood mare and quickly filled with his shaft. Dash’s wings felt so smoothly sensuous as she spread them in her unbelievably delightful intercourse. “Do me, yes, do me–do me—yess!” she shouted in between hot breaths.
He did her. Dash was so pregnant it wasn’t funny. Spurt spurt splurt, and she clench, clench clenched as the semen blew her over into another orgasm, every drop so welcome inside her. Inside her ponderously gravid belly, still wobbling from what he did to her. What his seed did to her. All that semen in Rainbow Dash’s cunt; she could feel it doing things to her in there, making her dizzy, making her want to breed, to bear foals, tingling and sliming and squeezing and edging her irrevocably towards climax. When he pulled out of her, she was still squealing and standing there convulsing, clutching emptily with her female organ that she needed to fill with a penis and cum.
Then the strangest thing happened. Rainbow Dash got tired of orgasming! A stallion pumped and pumped into her and she was like... feeling so good, and then it made this dinging sound! And then a mare started to slurp at her nethers and she squirmed away going, “Woah I’m... hold on there I’m all... do doned it?” The mare ignored her though, and started lashing Dash’s clit with her tongue, and Dash could only writhe there in a frantic arousal, until she was giving a hoarse cry and convulsing within herself. Her belly was so flat, her cunt just jerk, jerk, jerked and she was so very, incredibly done.
She hunched over panting, feeling heavy as she stood on shaky legs. “O-okay mares I-I think I’m gonna be s-s-something...” Everypony seemed just a bit more predatory now, just a bit scarier, trying to corral her in, to make her orgasm again. Why was she even doing this? This wasn’t estrus. This was insane!
A tongue touched her leg, and she said, “I-I gotta go,” then blasted off into the sky. It wasn’t just her workmates she realized, like the entire weather team was in on this! The ones who weren’t unconscious were all going after her, a whole flock of pegasi chasing her, and even one earth pony stallion, who seemed to be jumping from cloud to cloud in a carefree bouncy gait with a clarinet playing in the background. Rainbow wasn’t the greatest flyer to ever come out of Cloudsdale, but she was one of them, and none of these ponies could hold a candle to her individually. She easily outpaced them, but she couldn’t stop the fear rising in her breast. What had she been doing all this time? Why were they chasing her? Couldn’t they take no for an answer?
She lost them in a series of cloud banks, hiding with her back to a cirrus as pegasi shot by searching the skies for her rainbow mane. Practically creeping through the sky, sneaking from cloud to cloud, Rainbow went to a place where she was sure there would be no ponies around this time of day. Her house.
She could have gone to ground to hide, or asked one of her friends, but the only thing that occurred to her was to return to her house that would be nice and empty and alone, and safe. This whole experience was weird. She felt strange as she flew—even the air felt strange against her wings as she slid through it sleekly. But Rainbow got to her house without incident, and she was so glad to be home. She was just gonna shut herself in her, and hide out until all this weird stuff stopped happening. Just the thought of other ponies seeing her made her shiver in fear.
With a furtive look around, a very harried looking Rainbow Dash darted into her cloud house, and slammed the door closed behind her.
“Three days?!”
“I know!” Derpy exclaimed to Twilight Sparkle, her brow creased in worry as she hovered a few feet above the ground. “Rainbow Dash is a fat hamster to me!”
A blink to cogitate, and Twilight said in an aggrivated tone, “You had better be worried about her! You haven’t seen her in three days straight?”
Derpy looked back with an apologetic smile, saying, “The hopskotch um... three... yes.”
“Where could she be?” Twilight uttered, as she trotted through town after the fluttering grey pegasus mare. “She’s not at her house. She’s not anywhere in Ponyville. And now not even Derpy can find her!
“Where was the last place you saw her?” Twilight asked the now worried grey pegasus.
Derpy winged backwards, looking nervous as she admitted sheepishly, “She was one carrot to all the rabbits, and she was too rhinocerousized so she started beating the pots.”
“Beating the pots?” Twilight questioned uncertainly, trying to figure what that one could possibly mean.
Derpy swallowed, and said in an uneasy, and ashamed tone, “Because we were all timber wolves,”
“She...” Twilight calculated hard in her head. Then she stopped in her tracks. “She thought you were timber wolves?!” Twilight practically shouted right there on the streets.
“Only for the muffins, not the rockslides!” Derpy assured Twilight frantically.
“Okay, okay, so...” Twilight lifted a hoof, and then began trotting forward with purpose again. “She thought you were all timber wolves, after her carrot like rabbits, and she was rhinocerizing away and beat the pots.”
“It wasn’t just her favorite flavor,” Derpy pointed out.
“You were chasing her then, and she...” Twilight tilted her head at Derpy, “Ran away.”
Derpy nodded.
“Rainbow Dash ran away,” Twilight drawled in a skeptical deadpan.
“Like rain on a turnip!” Derpy said pleasantly.
“From a bunch of pegasi?” the unicorn asked, her brow twisting in confusion.
Derpy nodded. “Uh huh,” she said unusually informatively.
“And you haven’t seen her since,” Twilight confirmed, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Sorry, Sunset,” Derpy said turning her nose down.
“It’s okay,” Twilight assured her. “There was nothing you could do. This is very serious though. We have to find her. Where would she hide, if not at her house?”
While Twilight decided what to do next, her charge Sweetie Belle was on her own again, travelling across Ponyville.
Sweetie Belle was searching for Scootaloo. It was easy to do so, easier than before at least. Rarity had stopped grounding Sweetie Belle, once she learned of Sweetie’s little ‘tainted womb of sin’ and was just giving her the silent treatment, when they weren’t yelling at each other. Sweetie hadn’t been entirely truthful with Twilight, in that Rarity was making Sweetie mad too, with her senseless lack of sensefulness and just not telling Sweetie Belle why she’s so upset with things, and crying more than usual this estrus. So they’d sort of both been yelling at each other...
Scootaloo in the meantime was easy to track down, but hard to reach, as the colt paddock was heavily guarded and fortified. Nothing an enterprising young filly couldn’t get around. Actually, considering the half dozen fillies clustered along the walled off area, searching for cracks just so they could stare hungrily at the colts inside, it probably was something an enterprising young filly couldn’t get around. But Sweetie never had any problem with it. Did that make Sweetie Belle a special little filly? Probably. It might just have been that the orphanage staff knew Sweetie was already “pregnant” as it were, so they didn’t see her as a threat. It might have just been that the other fillies didn’t have access to wire cutters, camouflage gear and grappling hooks.
Suffice to say, the orphanage was not the best place to go pick up your friend if he happens to be a colt and you happen to be a filly. Sweetie really should have tested her equipment more carefully, considering what was at stake. Not a lot in the long term future, but on the short term time was of the essence, and her continued sanity was very much in question. If she were a smart little filly, she would have found a better way to get this shovel to Scootaloo somehow, so he could safely escape from within, without her involved.
But again, time was of the essence, and Twilight really needed to know more about Scootaloo’s experience. And Sweetie Belle had been sent to fetch him, so it was her duty to figure out a way to do so safely.
She snuck through the bushes like a kitty cat, and threw her grappling hook up onto the wall. The soft clink didn’t even register under the din of the gaggle of arguing fillies not 20 feet away from her. Sweetie’s camoflage gear, which is to say, Rarity’s special fabric, allowed her to blend in with the wall as she made her way to the top, cut away the barbed wire, and wiggled over, rappeling down the other side until her hooves struck dirt. She stashed her camo gear in the spot Scootaloo warned her about, where he’d dug a shallow depression behind a bush against the wall, along with the shovel so he could do a proper secret escape tunnel. That way he maybe could get out again if he really needed to or Sweetie was feeling really lonely.
But for now, Sweetie had to find him, and get him to miss Twilight without incident. She hid in a bush, looking through her binoculars (Rarity’s opera glasses) at the inside of the complex. It was a rather simple affair: a tall stone wall in a square adjacent to the orphanage’s main building, with only a locked door in or out, and a bit of barbed wire to discourage any fence jumping. Inside was a garden, or what was originally intended to be a garden before they realized they couldn’t let young orphan colts be exposed to fillies in heat. In the center was an open green, with picnic tables set up, and a table with a tray of cookies, and a pitcher of milk, and beyond that... so many freaking colts. There had to be at least two dozen at the orphanage alone. All crowded into this little space to keep the fillies from getting pregnant. There was Alley, and Ball, and Snooker, and... Sweetie Belle began to be acutely aware that she was a filly in heat now, every single colt she looked at was enticing, and she wanted to go crawl under his barrel and raise her tail and—
Sweetie fought her tail down, so it wouldn’t flag her location in the bush like a big purple and pink flag. She had to focus. Finding Scootaloo was important and... and... all those colts... no, focus! Sweetie braced the binoculars in one hoof, looking through them while touching her filly parts. The colts looked really bored. Some were playing board games, others just sitting around, a few tossing a ball around. Surely they’d be having lots more fun if they could mount her instead.
She saw Scootaloo among the ones tossing the ball, but then a rustling noise caught her ear. Turning, Sweetie saw an adult stallion from the orphanage checking inside the bushes one after the other, just to make sure no fillies were in there! She couldn’t run or hide without him seeing her running from there to her next hiding place. He was going to pick her bush next! Maybe if she presented, he would forgive her and also fill her up with foal goo. No, no she had to think!!
“Ah, ha!” the stallion said, parting the bushes where Sweetie was hiding. There was nopony there though, the bushes were completely empty. “Hmm...” he pondered, craning down and sniffing carefully. “Smells fresh. I wonder where that filly could have gone...”
Trembling on the tree branch from high above, Sweetie could only watch while he kept looking all over for her, and just hope that he never thought to look up. Then her worst luck, turned out to be her best luck, which was her worst luck. He found the grappling hook. Sweetie had left it on the wall, hanging down! She cursed her stupidity while he hurried over to it, then a scuffle of movement attracted her attention as another filly who had seen her had somehow managed to follow Sweetie Belle and found her breach in the fence.
Found it too late rather, for the moment she scuffled to the top there, the stallion was gallopping up to the fence braying out “Hey! Filly!” Whoever that filly was, Sweetie thanked her stupid heat addled guts, because as that filly fled, the stallion said, “And stay out! Good grief, who is giving these fillies mountaineering equipment?” He clearly thought that was Sweetie Belle, escaping as soon as he got a whiff of her trail.
For that matter, Sweetie straddled the branch more so that her stupid filly parts wouldn’t go damning her by dripping on somepony. Sweetie was so ambivalent about estrus, because it made you so easy to track, and made it so hard to hide. That meant that you could get caught easier and get in trouble, but it also meant that the colts would have an easier time hunting you down. She decided to wait for the orphanage worker pony to get out of sight, before she tried contacting Scootaloo. There was a soft clink behind her.
The clink of a grappling hook falling down.
Sweetie turned in horror and saw what she should have anticipated. The stallion had not only restored the barbed wire, but taken down her grappling hook. He walked along hummed pleasantly as he carried the thing with him, twirling the hook on the end of the rope in his mouth. All the way back to the orphanage, going inside and shutting the door behind him.
Now how was Sweetie Belle going to get out of here?
Sweetie knew how foolish it would be to just run among these colts and raise her tail, hoping they would do her before the staff caught on, but oh how tempting it was. It didn’t even have to be Scootaloo. Her estrus was demanding filling, no matter who did it. She... maybe she could only do it with Scootaloo a little, then they’d feel better and she could think again, so she could figure out how to escape. So that and also the actual reason she came here is why when Scootaloo trotted away from the ball game looking disconsolate, Sweetie whispered harshly down to him,
“Scootaloo!”
Scootaloo’s hackles went up, and he darted his head up, looking right at her. “Sweetie Belle?!” he exclaimed. “You can’t be here! There are a ton of colts!”
“I know,” Sweetie whispered miserably, “I am so stupid. I want them. I’m trying not to. I need to tell you something.”
“You don’t even know them though!” Scootaloo whispered harshly. “You can’t just be comfortable with just putting some strange colt in your body, are you?”
“Yes,” Sweetie said tensely. “Every colt I see. I want to present for them, get mounted, and I don’t care as long as they do it inside me. It’s stupid estrus making me want it. I only want you but I needed to tell you something, s-so now I want everypony... they all look so good!”
“Hey what’re you doing Sissyloo?” came an absolutely gorgeous colt’s voice because every colt was absolutely gorgeous in Sweetie’s current branch wetting state of mind.
“Not now, Dopey!” Scootaloo said looking at the colt over his shoulder. “I’m kinda in the middle of uh, something.”
“What, talking to yourself?” a second colt’s gorgeous voice said. Sweetie couldn’t see him but she just knew he was wobbly legged drippily gorgeous to her.
“I–it’s nothing you guys,” Scootaloo said casually trying to cover for her. “Now c’mon let’s go talk over there.” No! He started to lead the other two colts away from her across the green to the picnic benches. He was leaving her! She couldn’t let him she—
Sweetie Belle reached after him.
Sweetie Belle lost her balance.
Did she intend to do it? No, no, no, no. But when her hindquarters slid off the slippery branch,and she was hanging by her forelegs, and she tried to pull herself back up, but slipped back down, was it easy to give in? Yes, yes, yes. So Sweetie lost her hoofing, and plummetted to the ground on the edge of the green with a quiet “oof!”
She stood on shaky legs, and saw every single colt looking her way. Into a clearing full of colts, Sweetie Belle had just dropped, and she practically stank of heat. She couldn’t! This wasn’t right! She wasn’t supposed to she had to stay true to her true love or or something Rarity said in her story books about the ponies in love. “I’m trying not to,” she mumbled almost entirely to herself, as Scootaloo rushed over, followed by everypony else.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” Scootaloo asked intensely, while other colts could be heard saying,
“There’s a filly, here!”
“Did anypony see her come in?”
“Is Mr. Muffle going to take her away?”
“This is Scootaloo’s friend!”
“Oh gosh oh golly gee”
Sweetie felt so crowded around by their overeager, attentive expressions. “Scootaloo can you please do me,” she said tensely, turning and shoving her butt against his chest. “I need somepony inside me right now please.”
“Woah, Sweetie I... I really want to, but you don’t wanna do it right in front of all these colts?”
“I... can’t hold out,” Sweetie pleaded, “I can’t even think. I need to tell you something, and I can’t think without a colt special penis thing.” The colts who were mingling around more attentively as they caught wind of her were one by one sprouting thick, throbbing erections. Sweetie’s scent was doing it to all of them.
“Well then just tell me, because I can’t think when I’m doing it!” Scootaloo said in exasperation.
“But I need it,” Sweetie begged.
“Well—” Scootaloo paused in frustration. “There are other colts here. Just talk to me while you do them really quick!”
“Is... is that okay?” Sweetie asked confusedly. “I mean I thought since you’re my true love I would only with, I mean... with you...”
“Pff, that sounds like one of Rarity’s bad romance novels,” Scootaloo said.
“They’re not bad, they’re very nice and kind!” Sweetie protested.
“Like the one where the stallion ignores a mare who wants him?” Scootaloo retorted with a sarcastic eye roll.
“I dunno what you two’re talking about,” a blue/white colt interrupted, with his nose gravitating towards Sweetie Belle’s flank. “But the minder’ll be here soon, and we never get fillies so I wanna uh...”
“Just climb up on her hindquarters, Polar,” Scootaloo said tossing his tail flippantly at his blue friend. “You’ll figure it out pretty quick after that.”
“But... but...” Sweetie trembled.
“Don’t worry Sweetie, it’s fine,” Scootaloo said, bumping muzzles with her. “You remember last time Rarity said you were bad? Go ahead and enjoy yourself. Then you can tell me whatever it is, and then I’ll be all inside and you’ll be fine.”
“If it’s okay, I really, really need it,” Sweetie said urgently.
“Hurry up, we probably don’t have much time!” Scootaloo whispered to the colt, urgently.
Sweetie looked back, presenting for this blue... colt whoever he was. With her tail lifted, she winked, and he said, “Oh, wow...”
“C’mon, hurry it up,” Scootaloo said insistently. “Climb up on her and pull her thighs against you.”
“R-right,” the blue colt said. He touched her flank with a hesitant hoof, and she jammed her butt back against him saying,
“Oh please, just do it already!”
Then he was climbing on her, and grabbing her hips, and everything was okay again. A satisfied sound escaped her as his penis smacked against Sweetie Belle’s vulva, smearing her juices all over this strange colt’s boy thing. Sweetie Belle wanted it so bad. He just kept thrusting clumsily against her, and smacking it against her and rubbing it against her. She whimpered needily.
“Oh gosh,” he said in awe as he did it, “Oh golly,”
“Okay Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, “What is it you wanted to tell me.”
“He... he hasn’t put it in yet,” Sweetie whispered tensely.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened at that, and he looked up sharply at the pony mounted on her rump, saying, “Polar, you’re doing it wrong! Just keep pushing the tip of your penis where she’s wettest. You need to do it right!”
Sweetie tensed up as his strategy became more guided. She felt his broad flat tip squashing against her lips, smearing around them as the colt pulled her needily to his groin. Sweetie shifted, trying to get him in, trying to get him in. And then he sank into her. Sweetie just gave a quiet moan of great relief, as her caressing insides were plumbed and stretched wide around his penis. It felt like Scootaloo’s penis, just not quite as long.
The other colt didn’t even know how to thrust, just hunching up against Sweetie’s rear. She looked back, at this beautiful mysterious colt penetrating her. She didn’t know him at all, yet she felt his penis inside her. It was the most intimate unintimate thing she’d ever done. She rocked forward and back again to start the sliding, the delicious penis sliding she craved. That got him doing it, and he was quickly thrusting into her with abandon.
“Okay, now you can tell me,” Scootaloo said, looking Sweetie Belle in her dazed, lusty eyes.
“I... I... Twilight... Rainbow um... oh goooosh,” she crooned as she had to ripple around the gasping grunting colt on top of and inside her. “Maybe this was... bad idea...” she mumbled, unable to think at that incredible tingling rising in her. Why did she ever think this would possibly make things easier to think?
“Uh, you’ll be able to think better after you orgasm?” Scootaloo tried nervously. Sweetie nodded unsteadily, and focused on the fucking, on getting the orgasm to rise in her. Before her, Scootaloo settled on his haunches, tilting his hips to angle his penis jauntily up between his legs. “Feel as good as this?” he asked looking at her, a bit drunken with lust, stroking his shaft in the crook of his hoof.
“N~yesss,” Sweetie huffed out. “He’s... heavy and... and shorter and keeps thrusting just like you~ oh Scootaloo I can... I can feel—!”
The colt had driven deep inside Sweetie Belle, jittering his hips as if he was still trying to thrust. Sweetie just gave him a comforting squeeze, and he exploded. “Ohh yes,” Sweetie moaned, as her insides started to fill with semen, her inner fire blessedly quenched by those pulses of hot slime.
Scootaloo looked at her, then looked up past her and said, “What—already?! You gotta... guess you can’t, since you squirted. Sweetie,” he looked down, “Have you even orgasmed yet?”
“No, but he did,” Sweetie said dizzily, looking back at the stunned colt on her hindquarters.
“What... what was that?” the colt said in amazement.
“Tell you in a sec,” Scootaloo said. “You gotta get off her now though. Sweetie needs another colt to make her orgasm!”
“You mean, you?” that blue colt said climbing off of Sweetie’s rear, and releasing the seed within her by pulling wetly out of her snatch with a sliding, sucking sensation.
Scootaloo just smiled deviously at that. Sweetie gulped.
“Who wants to show Polar how it’s done?” Scootaloo said to the other colts. “How about you, Berry? You saw what he was doing, right?”
“Heh, yeah...” he said sheepishly. “I-it made me do it too.”
“Aww,” Scootaloo said in disappointment. “You finished outside?”
“It’s o-okay if he did,” Sweetie said, nuzzling the apologetic Berry under his chin, his small, squat, lower body thoroughly coated with his released jism. “It’s good when colts~ can finish outside~”
She drew a hoof along Berry’s belly, soaking it in his cum, and then put the hoof between her legs, wiping it off on her still tingling vulva. “See, you get it inside me too,” she said happily, massaging her vulva as if she could get his seed to flow right up in there and unite with her egg. “Just like if your penis put it there!”
“U-u-u-um,” Berry said staring at what Sweetie was doing, speechless in awe.
“I suppose, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said to the horny filly, in an unconvinced tone. “Well, I guess anypony else then um, Dipper?”
“I’m still uh, unfinished!” Dipper said enthusiastically, his dick bobbing beneath him. “I’ll do my best!”
Sweetie Belle gladly presented for him, and she didn’t even have to wink before he was upon her. He had trouble, much like Polar did, but at least he knew he was supposed to put it inside. Sweetie grunted as he finally found her dripping entrance, and slid in there. “Oh sweet Celestia you’re hot inside!” Dipper’s astonished voice came drifting to Sweetie’s ears.
“That’s not all I am~” she said to him sassily, then did her special vagina hug thing. The thing that orgasm made her do, and also squats sometimes.
“I...” he gasped, and just started thrusting against her strongly, this red and grey colt sliding in Sweetie so beautifully. “I know why Polar had to do this movey thing now,” he moaned in need, hammering himself straight to orgasm.
“You have to...” Sweetie breathed, chanting with his thrusts, “Have to, have to, have to~!”
“I have to!” he declared forcefully, dragging in and out of her as his hips rippled against hers, “How dyou feel... so good?!”
“I’m made for your penis~” she whined luxuriously, crouching to shove her hips back, swallow him in her canal again and again. Sweetie Belle threw herself into it, and the beautiful tingles rose in her, and she panted into the air with abandon. Her conscious control was slipping away, her body becoming that force of nature that gave her orgasm.
Then she gave a sharp whinny at his sudden refusal to thrust in her, and his dick jerking in there, pulsing gobs of seed into Sweetie’s needy passage. “Oh yes, fill me up!” Sweetie yelped, and his hooves snugged tighter against her as his body continued to do so, with his approval and passion.
“Ohh wow,” he said practically collapsing on top of a staggering Sweetie Belle.
“Did you...?” Scootaloo asked Sweetie searchingly. Reluctantly Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Ugh,” Scootaloo exclaimed, walking past Sweetie and practically throwing Dipper off of Sweetie’s rump. Her bottom tugged inside her weirdly as Dipper was forcefully pulled out of her. “Do I have to do everything myself?”
Scootaloo put his snout under Sweetie’s tail, Scootaloo’s dextrous short muzzle teasing her fun button so delightfully. He didn’t spend much time though, and climbed up on her Sweetie huffing eagerly as her tender lips begged his entrance. They were on a very short clock before they risked discovery, and Sweetie had to do as many colts as she could before... wait, that was why she came here, wasn’t it?
Oh, well. Yesssss Scootaloo knows just how to thrust inside! Sweetie felt that thrusting sliding in her, at a much more familiar angle than the tighter dicked Dipper, and of course deeper than little Polar. Scootaloo had the pace, and the attention, and the willpower. There was no resisting him. Sweetie huffed, and clenched, and he drove in her again and again and... she couldn’t stop it! She gasped urgently, higher and higher in pitch. He wouldn’t stop! He wouldn’t stop and her groin was just about exploding!
Sweetie wanted to scream.
Sweetie sunk to her chest as her insides started pulsing strongly and rhythmically. She stuffed her own mane in her mouth, struggling to move fast enough as the pleasure ramped up and up, and she couldn’t stop the inside ripples from surging stronger and stronger. She just squealed hard, successfully muffled by the hair, as it all crashed over her. She was half on her side and half rump still piked up in the air, Scootaloo holding inside her and tight, until her every last quiver around his shaft faded into bliss.
Then Scootaloo was thrusting in her and moaning hard, trying to get himself to finish. Sweetie slid along the grass until she got her uncoordinated limbs in order, and fought through the haze of pleasure to stand before him. She wanted to be the best place for Scootaloo to orgasm in the whole wide world. She hoped she succeeded, because she certainly felt him shove inside her and throb, throb, throb. She did! That spurting warmth spreading within her announced itself, as his penis jerked inside. Scootaloo’s hot pulses of seed joined Polar and Dipper’s, their combined fluid practically pouring out around Scootaloo’s dick now, slicking both their legs down with semen as Scootaloo hunched against Sweetie Belle, pumping and pumping until every last drop was out of him.
“And that,” Scootaloo gasped, “Is how... you do it... right...”
Scootaloo climbed off of Sweetie with reluctance, letting somepony named Warm Day into her next. Sweetie was definitely not complaining to that. She had never had so much semen inside her before. It was incredible, all these colts, and Sweetie never had to stop taking them in!
She was, admittedly, a lot more clear headed, now that she’d been filled with seed and orgasmed. So even though a colt was fucking her, Sweetie managed to have a little discussion with Scootaloo.
“Mmf... Twilight talked to Rainbow Dash,” Sweetie said dreamily, rocking with the colt’s eager thrusts. This one knew all about the sex thing from a magazine he snuck, so he was waiting for the newbies to get their experience first. He didn’t have a lot of experience though, but a lot of enthusiasm. You could practically tell he was imagining what he saw, and trying to make his thrusts match that of the stallion bringing his mare to a sweet orgasm.
“She did?” Scootaloo said.
“Oh, I mean... no, she didn’t,” Sweetie said distractedly. “That’s the problemf...”
Scootaloo tilted his head, and Sweetie took a breath and said, “Uhhhffm. I mean... Rainbow Dash is m-missing, and Twilight thinks...maybe something wrong with her.”
“What?” Scootaloo said in sudden worry. “You mean because I...?”
“Yes,” Sweetie cut in. “And it was strange how she nngh... oh he’s finishing. I love helping...” Her vagina practically caressed him, as the boy heaved against her, and his penis spurted and spurted, held firmly up in her tingling passage.
“Focus Sweetie,” Scootaloo told her, through the pumping spurts making more seed drool down Sweetie Belle’s legs and belly.
“Twilight needs to talk to you,” Sweetie said urgently, in the colt’s stillness at the aftermath of his orgasm. “I tried to tell her, but she needs to ask you directly—ugfh.”
That last part was the colt pulling off of her, saying, “Dart, you’re up!”
Sweetie looked back, and shrugged as a yellow/amber colt mounted her, and started fishing around clumsily. “Just put it in the wet place!” she called back encouragingly.
“Where?” he asked in a befuddled tone, “Every place is wet!”
Sweetie frowned, and then said, “Between my legs! Where my belly ends! It’s below my butt. NO woah, wait no that is my butt. Go lower, where it’s all wrinkly. There, you can find it.”
“Ahhh, right there,” Sweetie said gladly, just as he called out, “G-got it!” and slid up inside her.
When he was good and fucking her, Scootaloo said to a increasingly closed eyed, near orgasm Sweetie Belle, “What does she need to ask me? Twilight needs to ask me what?”
“About Rainbow Dash~” Sweetie said joyfully, and worriedly at the same time somehow, that thick phallus so distracting, sliding in and out of her hips, while she tried to talk. It was smearing all that seed inside her and making her so pregnant. The foal stuff was dripping out of her, sped on by her copious filly juices. “You need to find miss T-Twilight and tell her about how she made you tired, and s-stuff. Something might be... wrong and you need to... to... oh I can’t... oh Scootaloo, he’s not—I’m gonna go before he does!”
“Keep it up!” Scootaloo said urgently to Dart while Sweetie shuddered in the approach to an orgasm he was dragging out of her, “Don’t let it start twitching,” Scootaloo instructed, “Just hold it back, and keep pistoning it, until she’s squeezing all around you!”
Then Scootaloo turned back to Sweetie Belle and said urgently, “Okay, Sweetie, where is miss Twilight? Just tell me where she is, and I’ll find her,” holding the ravished unicorn’s soft white, rocking shoulders. Sweetie Belle, she tried to focus. She—she was losing herself. She had to tell him. That penis! In her, and in her!
“She went to check...” Sweetie said in a tone of rising urgency that had very little to do with what she was saying, “Rainbow Dash’s... house... again...!” He thrust, thrust, thrust—!
And then Sweetie was orgasming, a second time. Her vagina squeezed. She squeezed. She had to! He was in her. She couldn’t stop!! The rushing tingles made her hooves stiffen, and her mind grow blank, her entire existence devoted to milking that beautiful, hot, firm penis inside her.
“I feel it!” Dart exclaimed above her quivering body wracked with pleasure. “She’s doing it! It feels so good~! I can’t—!” He squirted a single powerful squirt in her. “I’m...” he said in utter euphoria. She felt the flat, bulbous swollen, head of his penis press tight against her convulsing insides, Then he squirted, squirted, and squirt-squirt-squirted rhythmically. Sweetie felt the tremendous relief of his ejaculation within her, another colt finishing in Sweetie Belle, even as her body shook with the crazed convulsions of a hair raising orgasm.
“Oh my sweet Pony Jesus there’s a filly!”