“Oh my sweet Pony Jesus there’s a filly in here!” came that older stallion’s voice. Sweetie didn’t care. She was just riding on waves of utter bliss, her tail bobbing with indulgent pleasure. The colt pulled out, or was pulled out of her, but she couldn’t do anything about anything.
“Oh tarfeathers, oh battletoads oh my great goodness,” came the words all around the quivering filly. “How did you—you were here all along! You had me chasing off a decoy!” Sweetie wanted to answer him. She tried to settle herself down, to even turn her head his way, but she just felt so good!!
By the time she was in a mood to respond, the stallion had already dragged her out of the colt paddock, and thrown her in the shower, and let Sweetie Belle tell you, that nothing makes orgasm leave you alone, faster than being sprayed with cold water. He didn’t intend it to be cold, and it grew quite pleasantly warm after that, but for a moment Sweetie was drenched shivering from head to flank in cold water, her curls plastered to her head. Once it warmed up, Sweetie was.. presented with a bar of soap and a scrub brush, from a disembodied hoof sticking itself around through the doorway. Sweetie felt good inside still, but away from all those colts, the reality of it began to reassert itself, and she was soon very glad for some privacy, and a warm shower to clean with.
Sweetie Belle didn’t put her hindquarters under the spray of water at first, just feeling at the sticky mess underneath her tail with a curious hoof. Had she really... all those colts? Sweetie had thought that she could handle it... she had felt in control, not like she was that swept away by estrus. Yet here she was, standing in a shower room, completely sticky inside and out from fertile sperm given to her by no less than 5... no wait, 6 colts. Their seed was dripping out of her vagina in glops!
It slid weirdly through her white furred nether lips, and spattered on the ground, while Sweetie just watched in fascination. She felt like she could squeeze more and more out of herself. Sweetie didn’t do that, because she loved that feeling of fullness, of foalness but it was still impressive to see that thick substance within her, that white goo that jetted out of every colt’s orgasming cock. Every one of them had felt it happen, all the way inside her. So many times that a colt just shoved deep into her distended passage, and held there, and she felt his hot insemination, his hooves pulling his pelvis against hers, because he had to do it, and she hungered to take in every drop.
Sweetie Belle wasn’t upset over what had happened. The copper within her womb would most certainly protect her from 6 colts as it would from 1. She certainly didn’t mind raising her tail like that to absolutely everypony. But she hadn’t even been trying to. Her intention was just to sneak in, talk to Scootaloo and sneak out, and she never stopped doing that. She never did anything that wasn’t a practical concern, but one thing led to another, and suddenly she was just taking everypony’s penis in. She had just gotten so aroused that... it just seemed like the sensible thing to do. But it was anything but sensible. Had Sweetie Belle really—and her tail, and all those penises? She barely even knew what Dinky’s penis felt like, and now she was some kind of penis connoisseur?
It was a really amazing experience, but Sweetie just didn’t feel comfortable being so crazy like that. She didn’t like being changed so much, that afterwards in the shower Sweetie was left scrubbing her rear end and wondering, who was that filly that presented for all those stallions? Sweetie couldn’t even pretend it was another filly though, because she remembered every moment, every hot thrust, and every decision she had made to get fucked. Every time she mentally put herself right now in that same situation, she still wanted to raise her tail, and to experience that feeling again and again. Yet, she wasn’t comfortable about it. She didn’t have any choice to want that. Even now she understood and agreed with that crazy filly, and she didn’t want to agree with that crazy filly. She wanted to feel more familiar about herself, and less alienated. She wanted to be Sweetie Belle again.
Sweetie Belle’s experience in the colt paddock had been the greatest feeling in her entire life. She wasn’t sure she ever wanted to do it again. She could only hope somewhere in all that craziness, that Scootaloo had gotten the message, and would manage to reach miss Twilight and help save the mare who was Twilight’s friend, and Scootaloo’s hero.
Scootaloo felt kinda crummy. He’d been able to pretend he wasn’t just another colt for most of his life. He made great friends who thought he was a filly, and that really wasn’t all that bad. It was kind of embarassing to admit that at the end of the day he had a penis. He tried not to hide it from ponies, but everypony just seemed to assume he was a tomcolt, or just eccentric for a filly, and when they did find out, they turned around and called him a mollyfilly! It was uncomfortably easy to let ponies think what they wanted to think, and pretend like it didn’t matter at all. He would’ve been the same pony, if he happened to be born a filly, wouldn’t he? Well, his confidence in that was kind of shaken, now.
It wasn’t because Scootaloo was mounting Sweetie Belle all over the place these days. As colty a thing as that was, it just seemed natural, a product of their friendship. The way fillies and mares in estrus smelled so good, and made him want to get in them and do the colt thing, it was just sort of a... reaction. It didn’t feel like something he was, more than it was something he could do.
Scootaloo should’ve gone and escaped the colt paddock right away and answered whatever questions Twilight had, but instead he just sat around watching the other colts, left out as usual. He probably intimidated them because he looked like a filly, or something. Not that he would go after anypony, all estrusy or anything, but he could understand some colt looking at him and just shying in the other direction to be on the safe side. He wasn’t really in a mood to socialize anyway, more than brood over his situation here.
The thing is, Scootaloo couldn’t see anything wrong with doing that stuff to Sweetie Belle. He slumped on his hoof and sighed. Ponies even thought he sounded like a filly, and he really didn’t understand that at all. But, he wasn’t a filly, and Scootaloo wasn’t sure he liked what he was. Rationally, it was obvious that Sweetie had the IUD thing, so it was safe for her to work off her estrus with a colt or five. But emotionally...
Sweetie Belle had been so anxious, and trying to control herself so hard. Scootaloo didn’t, and couldn’t understand it, but he could at least try to empathize. Whatever hit mares in estrus was a powerful force, and Sweetie must have felt so rotten, being practically ruled by it then. Scootaloo had just wanted to put a smile on her tense face, and boy did he. When Polar went in Sweetie, she just got such a blissfully relieved smile. Her whole body was smiling at that. It seemed like a great idea at the time, but...
And that was really the problem. It seemed like a great idea at the time. Sweetie Belle’s torrid scent had Scootaloo stiff as a board, just like all of the other colts clustering around her. He didn’t want it to make him make bad decisions, but what was such a good idea at the time, now seemed kind of terrible, now that he was all spent. Scootaloo just thoughtlessly broke down Sweetie’s last bits of resistence, and made her lift her tail, and she was so happy to do colt after colt, but then.... When the minder caught her, and pulled her off of Dart, the look on her face was just... heartbreaking.
It wasn’t even an upset look! Sweetie had her eyes half closed, and was stumbling limply from the orgasm, but it was that she’d been fighting so hard to get out of it. She wasn’t sad. She was trying to laugh at her situation, make light of it and... apologize to the minder. And she couldn’t! Sweetie must have felt betrayed, not by the stallion dragging her off, but by herself. She looked pleased, guilty and so confused. Scootaloo just... did that to her, without even thinking about her feelings.
All Scootaloo wanted was to support Sweetie and Apple Bloom through this troublesome estrus. He wanted to be their... friend, not their tempter. He didn’t want to provoke Sweetie, until she couldn’t do what she wanted, and had to stick her butt up and let him inside. He wanted her to trust him, and wanted her to lift her tail because she wanted to do it, not because somepony told her to relax, and it would be fine, like a total idiot. But no here he was a typical colt, not even caring about a filly’s estrus. Being like: dude, look at the weird filly who can’t control herself. Let’s use her like a sock, since she obviously can’t say no.
So, Scootaloo was feeling kind of crummy. “Hey uh...” came that colt Polar’s voice, snapping Scootaloo out of his funk.
“Whattya want,” he grumbled, slumping further on the table.
Polar smiled nervously and tapped his front hooves together, saying, “I just wanted to uh, thank you for showing me about all that estrus stuff.”
And now he stepped in it.
Scootaloo turned and glared daggers at Polar. “Why are you thanking me?” Scootaloo asked sarcastically. “I wasn’t the one who gave you those sweet filly parts to go inside.”
“Uh, well, yeah you sorta were?” Polar prompted uneasily. “There was the filly in heat, and you showed me how to get up on her and do all that grownup pony stuff.”
“You don’t even know her name,” Scootaloo shot back. “Why aren’t you even thinking about thanking her? Me? She was the one who lifted her tail, and she was the one who took you inside and and you’re thanking me?”
“Yeah, but she couldn’t help it, ‘cause of estrus and all,” Polar said in a subdued tone. “She woulda done that for any colt.”
“You have any idea what she goes through?” Scootaloo asked, sticking his nose in Polar’s personal space. “How those filly parts itch and... and ache, and make her crazy? You think she wanted to do that with all of us?”
Polar shrank back intimidated, whimpering “But why... else would she go into the colt paddock?”
Scootaloo blinked, and pulled back. He looked at the wall, and back to Polar. Then he said a little calmer, and less vehemently, “She’s not one of the fillies outside the fence. She only came here to give me a message. Then she got uh... stuck, when the minder almost caught her. She tried to leave, and not be a stupid es-estrusy filly, and we just grabbed her and made her be one. She couldn’t stop looking at us. She couldn’t say no, even if she didn’t want to. I–I just wanted to make it easier for her but... she couldn’t stop, Polar. Can you imagine what that feels like? And she had to keep feeling it and feeling it, ‘cause we couldn’t leave well enough alone, and when the minder came—”
Scootaloo stomped his hoof in frustration and forced himself back from accosting Polar, just too worked up right now to get it through to the other colt without resorting to blows. Scoots didn’t want to get in a fight with a big colt like Polar, even if Polar was just a big softie. “When the minder came,” Scootaloo said evenly, “How d’you think she felt?”
“Uh... bad?” Polar ventured.
“No, she felt great,” Scootaloo said acidly. “And she cares about other ponies, and about respecting others, and being good. Now she’s in trouble, and she didn’t respect him, or follow the rules, or even care enough to try and escape him. She should’ve felt bad, and her stupid filly parts wouldn’t even let her get upset about it.”
“That does sound pretty rough,” Polar admitted. “I coulda at least kept a lookout. I just wanted to watch. I didn’t know she was upset about it or... not upset?”
“Her name is Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said intently. “She’s a real pony, just like you, who just was born a filly. When estrus comes, her filly parts make her feel all weird, like, all the time. She didn’t stop being herself though! She’s still there, she’s just... feeling weird, and not saying no and... stuff. It—”
Scootaloo rubbed his forehead saying, “Sweetie really loves being a filly, and doing all that filly stuff, but she can’t think straight when it’s happening. Nopony can. But we can think straight, when we finish. And... and we can, because we’re colts. So when she can’t help it because of estrus, we have to... not do it in her, and tell her no, and get her help. That’s why they tell us to do that.
“If she is gonna get in trouble or hurt,” Scootaloo went on, shaking his head, “Then we have to say no, just like we’re supposed to, because she can’t. She needs our help. Because when is she trying not to do it, her filly parts are making her want it, and it’s really scaring her.”
“I hate seeing her so scared,” Scootaloo hissed, kicking the table he was at. “I don’t want Sweetie Belle to s-sit there in the minder’s office, and b-be so scared of her own body and the estrus that she can’t get away from. So just...” Scootaloo wiped at his eyes, and shook his head staring downward, “Just don’t do any filly if they’re trying not to, even if they lift their tails for you. T-try to be a good colt, not because the grownups said but... because your friend is scared, a-and you can show her she doesn’t have to be, by keeping her safe and not making her do it.”
“You know what I mean, Polar?” Scootaloo asked, looking up at him. Then to the side, “Bolt. Turf. Fireleaf. Uh...” At that point he noticed the rest of the orphan colts had sort of gathered around him in a semicircle.
Scootaloo blushed hard, saying, “I uh... I uh... I gotta go,”
Then, he dashed away for the edge of the paddock.
Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle was sitting there in the minder’s office, wondering about her own body. She was all clean from nose to tail, the only thing lingering being her sore vulva, and that pleasant sense of satisfaction behind her tummy. She definitely had been surprised how little self-control she had. Sweetie had never tried to resist her urges before, and doing that seemed to just make them even more powerful. She could understand why mares got pregnant now, not just because they wanted foals, but also because they tried to just talk to a colt and one thing led to another.
That was a comforting thought in a way, because Sweetie had never... really... felt like her parents had wanted her to be born. They doted on her, and gave her treats, but they were more like... babysitters than parents. Sweetie had been scared to think that a pony would be so crooked as to want to bring a foal into this world, just to leave it alone and go on vacations all the time. But Sweetie had a better idea now of what was going on. Her mother hadn’t wanted a second foal after all, but she had been in estrus, and lost control just like Sweetie had done. So that meant they weren’t evil ponies, just ponies who made a mistake. Sweetie felt kind of sorry for them, actually. They should’ve gotten an IUD or that tea stuff, so that Sweetie’s mother could’ve been somepony else who actually wanted a foal, instead of a pony who just got stuck with a foal.
In a way, Sweetie Belle had been curious just how hard it would be to resist. Most fillies couldn’t get into the colt paddock, but she had the means, the opportunity, the need, and protection should things go south. South meaning in her vagina. She definitely understood why they took those measures now, but it was exciting, no even thrilling that they were necessary. Sweetie got to experience firsthoof what most fillies could never hope to understand, and it was so powerful and did so much good, Sweetie might not be able to control it, but it still felt kind of like having a superpower.
She wondered if Tail Raiser was already taken for superhero names.
Sweetie Belle looked up as a mare came in, gravitating toward Sweetie sitting neatly there in the waiting room. Sweetie stood up, saying immediately, “I’m really sorry for worrying you. I know you thought um... you know, that I was in ...danger.”
“You are a piece of work, filly,” the mare told her exasperatedly. “Already pregnant at your age, barely a quarter of the way through estrus. And you still have to jump in and pervert the entire colt population of this orphanage.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Sweetie said in an unsatisfied tone. “I just thought I was going to tell my friend something. I didn’t know it would be so hard to... not do it.”
“That’s what has me mystified,” the mare said flipping through a clipboard held in her hoof. “You act like you’re still in estrus, when it’s very clear here that you’re pregnant with Scootaloo’s foal. Stallions—you see, filly...”
The mare paused, and put down her clipboard, saying, “You know, without estrus, it takes a lot to make them...” Then she put her hooves together and slowly spread them apart, with a pleading smile.
Sweetie didn’t know what to say to that. “...yes?” she tried.
“You won’t be in estrus anymore, though,” the mare said curiously, “Since you are pregnant.”
“Oh!” Sweetie said in worried realization. “Yes, I most definitely am um... pregnant.”
“Do you know how that works?” the mare told her in agitation. “If you are pregnant, then how could all those colts all have been so... inclined towards you?”
“Inclined?” Sweetie asked cluelessly.
“...to make you pregnant,” the mare said in flustered disgust.
“Ohhh,” Sweetie said very slowly, coming up with a blank as she tried to think of the reason that colts would fuck a pregnant filly so earnestly. Her body was practically begging to get pregnant, since she wasn’t really pregnant, and how would a pregnant filly even think to emulate that?
“Tell me young filly,” the mare said in a disapproving tone, “Are you sure you were the only filly in that paddock? I’m not going to hurt you, so you don’t have to lie to me.”
“Oh!” Sweetie said in surprise, “Yes, that’s it! I mean...” she tried to look embarassed, “I’m so sorry,” she said, “I was just trying to help, after uh L-Lisa snuck into the colt paddock.”
“Trying to help?” the mare said uncomprehendingly.
“Well I’m ‘pregnant’,” Sweetie Belle said carefully. “And she was not. So she used her estrus to make all the colts really want to do her. I helped her escape, by letting all the colts do me instead, because I can’t get more pregnant.”
“That’s uh... very... nice of you,” the mare said looking a little faint. “B-but don’t make it a habit or... or anything,”
“Oh, I don’t plan on doing that again,” Sweetie said thickly. “I didn’t even think it was possible to do that many colts, on accident. Estrus season is so weird.”
“It... has its good points,” the mare said nervously, “Without it we wouldn’t have any foals after all, dearie.”
“I just don’t think the best way is to lock all the colts away,” Sweetie said in a discontented tone. “That means you have to put up fences, and make the pegasi stay inside, and all sorts of stupid things.”
“As much of a pain it is,” the mare countered, “That’s just the way the world works. You just have to accept it as your burden as a mare. We’ve always done things this way!
“...though, not through a ridiculous heat season like this,” the mare muttered to herself.
“If we could just put a f-fence just around their penis though,” Sweetie suggested carefully, “Or maybe something in our wombs, then we could—”
“It’s so cute that you think that way,” the mare said, patting Sweetie on the head. “You’ll get used to it, don’t worry. You can’t have things like that, because then everypony would be pursuing those sinful pleasures all season long! You just have to accept that if you can’t control yourself like a good little filly...”
The mare slapped Sweetie’s stomach hard with her tail for emphasis, making the filly squeak in surprise, “Then you deserve to bear this foal in you,” the mare finished coldly. “It’s just how the world works. You’re not any better than any other filly, but you once thought you were, and now you’re paying the price.”
“B-better?” Sweetie said feeling so conflicted about this.
“Yes, you thought you could be with a colt,” the mare told her, “When all the other fillies were being good, you were raising your tail. I would hope you learned your lesson, but what you did in the colt paddock simply isn’t healthy. I’m going to have to recommend you have a talk with the town pastor. Maybe he can set your head on straight.
“If he can’t though,” the mare said walking to the door, “When you’re flat on your side pushing that new foal out of you, that’ll teach you better than anything in the world that you were a bad filly, and to never do it again. Anyway, you can go now, dearie.”
She opened the door for Sweetie Belle who stood there still muddled with something between fear and outrage. Sweetie blinked and looked up saying, “Uh, oh I can? Um... thank you miss...”
“Mrs. Fanny,” the mare said with a gentle smile over her wire rimmed spectacles.
“I’ll be uhm... good, from now on. Thanks um, sorry... yeah,” Sweetie said, stumbling quickly out the door, and into the hallway. She went the exact opposite direction from the colt paddock (That door was tightly locked, anyway.) made her way out of the orphanage, and found herself walking down the dirt streets of Ponyville lost in thought.
She didn’t deserve to get punished, did she? Sweetie Belle had never tried to hurt anypony, or do anything wrong, at least. But she liked these things that everypony else told her were wrong to like. Not usually so harshly as the orphanage worker, but still pretty negatively. Was it wrong to like things that other ponies didn’t like? But that was a lie too. Apple Bloom liked those things. The fillies trying to get in the paddock liked those things. And Rarity liked those things so much that she knew all about dildos and stuff, to keep her away from being tempted by colts.
Ponies were not just disapproving of Sweetie’s choices. It was like they were genuinely afraid of her. Like Sweetie Belle was some kind of threat to something they cared about very much. She hated feeling like that, but she really didn’t know what to do about it. So, that pleasant if overwhelming experience in the colt paddock aside, she was feeling pretty bummed and conflicted. That’s probably why when Scootaloo caught up with her, the first words he said were,
“Sweetie, I did it! I escaped from the... Sweetie Belle, I’m so sorry.”
But Sweetie wasn’t really feeling down at all, just worried. “Scootaloo!” Sweetie brightened immediately, looking to her friend trotting up beside her. “Wait,” she said uncertainly, “Why are you sorry?”
“I...” Scootaloo blushed and looked away, “All the colts at the orphanage say about what they would do with a filly,” he cautiously admitted, “Like, as if she was just a dolly that they could play with. It’s so stupid, and I never wanted to do that but... then I sorta did. So, I’m sorry for upsetting you, and treating you like a dolly.”
“What?” Sweetie said turning to him and raising an eyebrow, “You didn’t upset me at all. What are you even talking about?”
“When I told you to mate with all those colts?” Scootaloo asked in an equally puzzled tone. “I was practically forcing you to,” he said, “And I didn’t even ask, and um... I was just being a jerk, so I’m sorry.”
Sweetie thought back to that moment. That incredible timeless moment that had just happened to her. “You know,” she mused with a coy little smile, “I’m kinda stupid sometimes.”
“Wha?” Scootaloo said blankly to her.
“You told me to raise my tail for um... whatshisname,” Sweetie explained, “And I said I could only do it with you, because you’re my true love. That was really dumb of me.”
“How so?” Scootaloo prompted. He settled down on his haunches next to Sweetie. The bright summer green of Ponyville surrounded them, with older ponies going to and fro, not noticing the little pair off to the side of the path.
“Because I hadn’t had a colt in a while,” Sweetie explained, “And I was really getting tickly, and that stuff really messes with my head. So I maybe said a few dumb things, and um... was trying to stop myself for no good reason. I just... I’m glad you forced me to mate with all those colts.”
Scootaloo blinked, not quite believing what she was saying.
Sweetie just looked at him earnestly. “It felt so good,” she said emotionally, “I don’t think my estrus has been so quiet since when I was pregnant! A-and it was good for me, and I was wrong. It’s okay for you to make me do things, when you’re just trying to help me do what I want.”
Scootaloo tried to smile just to put her worries to rest. He fluttered his wings uneasily though, because he thought he was the wrong one, and that he hurt her! “I uh... so you weren’t feeling bad about that?” the lame words escaped his mouth.
“Are you kidding?” Sweetie squeaked. “By the third time, I couldn’t even tell who was mating with me. I had boy seed dripping out of me! That feels amazing!”
Scootaloo’s filly friend swung an enthusiastic hoof in the air to illustrate, standing up in her excitement saying, “Every one of you colts were like zoom, kaboom, and pump, pump, pump, and it was even going down my legs. I mean... I felt so full and hot and incredible!”
“Not even you could tell whose stuff was whose,” she giggled giddily eyeing Scootaloo with a mischevious fondness. “Just a whole bunch of boy stuff coming out of me,” she pranced, flicking her tail up to show what was once filled with it. “If I got pregnant, not even I would know,” she said, “I didn’t, but—but just thinking that is so amusing. Can you imagine if you were some foal’s daddy, and they weren’t even yours? It was just so... it did things to me,” Sweetie concluded in an excited flush.
“Well sure it did, but you said you didn’t want to!” Scootaloo protested, strutting beside her as they resumed trotting towards the vague direction that the bowling alley was in. “I thought you’d be more bothered by everypony just holding you down and doing it. Most of them didn’t even ask—heck they asked me, as if I was in charge of my fillies or something!”
“What’s wrong with ponies holding me down and... doing it?” Sweetie asked in a puzzled tone.
“Because you can’t get away, and you... you don’t have a choice?” Scootaloo said. “What if you didn’t have contracepting? You want some colt to decide when you get pregnant?”
“Well, not when you put it that way,” Sweetie grumbled, “I just can’t think of it as a bad thing, exactly. It’s just so exciting and fulfilling. Literally filling! I just...” She sighed. “Maybe it’s because I’m a filly, but there’s just something nice about somepony just taking me and going into me, and just doing it. I didn’t want to choose and you all chose for me, so much I couldn’t even tell who was who. It’s just natural I think. Colts are just supposed to do that, and fillies are supposed to...”
Sweetie slowed momentarily, casting her gaze downward, saying quietly, “Supposed to like it...”
Scootaloo pushed his cheek against Sweetie’s encouragingly, telling her, “Well I’m a colt, and I didn’t like doing the colt thing. I mean, I did like it, but like, after it was pretty much a bummer. It’s so much better for me, when I don’t have to—when you want to do it, instead of have to. Why wouldn’t it be better for you, then, if you chose when a colt goes in you? It’s not like you’d be mounted on me, I just... didn’t feel connected or something. That didn’t bother you?”
“About the only thing that really bothered me,” Sweetie concluded, resuming her easy trot, “I didn’t go there meaning to be like that. I just wanted to give you a message, and just lost control of myself. That was kind of s-scary. I mean... you’re a colt, and if some filly is going crazy over you, then you can just run away and hide from her. But I am that filly, so I can’t hide from myself! Then I’m just crazy and... all I can do is hold out, until I have to lift my tail again and again. I didn’t even mean to, i-it just happened, but I was still there, under those colts.”
“Sweetie...” Scootaloo said trotting up to pace with the increasingly glum unicorn, “I totally understand, and I won’t ever make it so you have to hold out, and need to escape from yourself. I think the other colts didn’t maybe even know that you felt that way. All they knew was that fillies raised their tails, and you put your penis down there, but they didn’t know any fillies to tell them about why they raise their tails.”
“Don’t worry Scoots,” Sweetie said chirpily, “I think I’d be okay with it, if I actually meant to do it. It just caught me by surprise, and it’s so weird not being able to say no. I still enjoyed it, even if it could have been less scary and weird. It’s like ice cream and... jelly beans, and chocolate combined!” Sweetie said, her ears going up in a rising note of realization.
Scootaloo paused on a hoof lift, as Sweetie stopped and turned round to face him, eager to explain.
“My mouth likes ice cream, the same way my butt likes colt cream,” Sweetie suggested. “Rarity said that it was like that, and she was right! When you’re right there, in front of a delicious ice cream, you just can’t walk away until you ate it all up. It doesn’t mean you hate ice cream, but it’s still scary how hungry you get looking at it. Like you’re scared you won’t get to eat it, or you’ll make a mistake.”
“That... makes sense,” Scootaloo said scratching his head with a wing. “You can’t actually taste it back there, but you sort of get a creamy feel you said. So it’s like you were trying not to eat a big hot fudge sundae, and ten seconds later it’s all gone, and you never even decided to eat it?”
“Yeah,” Sweetie said in a mollified tone, “Exactly like that. If it’s like ice cream, I don’t mind so much. Just... when I get hungry for colt cream, I’m probably gonna just stick with you, instead of falling into a place full of colts.”
“What,” Scootaloo laughed, “Mine tastes better or something?”
“Gotta watch my weight after all,” Sweetie said sweetly, “With all that colt cream going into me, I wouldn’t want to get a big belly full of a foal now, would I?”
Scootaloo started to laugh more, but then got serious, saying, “Oh no, what if the IUD only works for the first colt!”
“It... should work for any, I think?” Sweetie said uncertainly.
“Maybe we should ask miss Twilight,” he said worriedly. “I don’t want you to have to get pregnant again.”
“Well, we’re headed that way anyway,” Sweetie concluded pleasantly, “So you can ask her once we get to Rainbow Dash’s house.”
“Okay,” Scootaloo said happily, and they continued to trot down the road out of town. “Um...” he added, “Just to let you know, if you start feeling... that way again, and you can’t... escape that crazy filly ice cream thing, then you don’t have to be that way, because I totally got your back.
“I didn’t realize it before,” Scootaloo told her earnestly, “But now if you’re scared or... feeling like you can’t say no, I don’t care if you’re trying to eat all that ice cream. I’ll help you get away, so you can think clearly again. I won’t just... be stupid about it, e-even if my penis is making me feel like it. Just count on me, and even if your vagina is as hungry as it was back then, you won’t ever feel like you don’t have a choice about it.”
Sweetie leaned against Scootaloo, and he could swear he saw a tear in the corner of her eye. “Thank you, Scootaloo,” she said simply, because she couldn’t think of any more words to describe how much better about herself that he made her feel, just by being there to back her up. They stayed together for a while, stilling in their journey to just be there, one friend’s side pressed warmly against another’s. Scootaloo made Sweetie feel safe, and Sweetie made Scootaloo feel wanted, and that was more than the hottest estrus could give either of them alone.
“Rainbow Dash!”
Twilight Sparkle called out from beneath the cloud home her exhuberant friend had erected. It wasn’t... looking too good up there. The bottom of the cloud had turned a forbidding, dark grey, like a storm cloud. The rainbows weren’t flowing, all the windows had been shaded, and the whole thing just looked... troublesome. Twilight couldn’t explain it, just a very forboding feeling about what she was looking at.
“Rainbow Dash!” she repeated noisily. No answer from the cumulus above her.
“Post-april insect,” Derpy mused beside her, “Colorfast is on third base?”
“I’d like to think so,” Twilight said. The scruffy looking purple unicorn stood on the green, grassy hill partially shaded by Rainbow’s house, with a worried grey pegasus fluttering beside her. “Something’s not right here though. Uggh, if only I knew some kind of cloud walking spell.”
“Anything I can water the flowers?” Derpy asked plaintively.
“Derpy,” Twilight said hesitantly, “I’m... going to have to ask you to find out if Rainbow Dash is in there, and if she’s alright. I... well, desperate times and all. If she has the place locked up tight, you may need to... break... in.”
“That is downdraft,” Derpy said in amazement. “But don’t worry,” she added, saluting to Twilight Sparkle, “I’m an abacus!”
So, while Twilight waited furtively, that curious grey pegasus with the bidirectional golden eyes and the bubble butt flew up to Rainbow Dash’s house, to see if she could find hide nor hair of their rainbow colored friend.
Twilight waited impatiently, thinking up a million and one ways to get up there herself, if she could just get some kind of cloudwalking apparatus, or some sort of levitatiotronic aerial assist or something. Instead, she had to rely on Derpy to have all the answers for her. And Twilight didn’t want to admit it, but even she really struggled to understand what Derpy was saying to her.
Derpy’s tiny form increased in size as she flew down from Rainbow Dash’s front porch. She alighted in front of Twilight with a worried look saying, “Sorry, I don’t think she’s in. Nopony was answering the front door.”
“That would explain why her house looks so... dilapidated,” Twilight admitted, but said in frustration, “Where could she have gone though? She didn’t say she was leaving. Rainbow Dash wouldn’t do something like that! And why was she acting so crazy about estrus? I know it’s been bad, but it hasn’t been that bad! And why were you acting so crazy? Something about this just isn’t right.”
Fussing on her amble hooves, Twilight Sparkle looked at the house, and then at a worried Derpy who perhaps wisely had chosen to not answer any of those questions.
“Derpy,” Twilight said, “I’m going to need you to carry me.”
“Postage paid?” Derpy blurted in surprise.
“I know it seems like it’s wrong... and illegal, but my friend is missing, and I think something terrible may have happened to her,” Twilight said in agitation. “I am going to freak if I don’t get some answers. I just need you to carry me up to her front door, and I’ll see if I can magic it open. If there’s any clues as to where Rainbow Dash went, or what happened to her, then we might be able to find something in there.”
“What if you’re a bull in a china shop?” Derpy asked unhappily.
“I won’t touch anything,” Twilight said firmly. “Just want to take a look around, see if there are any clues. This could be really bad, Derpy. I... I really need your help.”
Derpy just shrugged and fluttered up in the air, holding out her forehooves and saying, “Be a bunny, Sunset!”
Twilight rolled her eyes at that, but then reared up letting Derpy hook her forehooves from behind. Then with an unsettling lurch, Twilight felt her final two hooves part the ground, and she was airborne, and at the full mercy of this peculiar pegasus mare. Twilight could only hope speech was Derpy’s only impediment.
Getting to the door, Twilight was stymied. How was she supposed to open it from the inside without line of sight? Derpy hovered there amiably, with Twilight’s hooves dragging into the material of the front landing porch, reminding her that the porch couldn’t hold her weight if she were to drop. Swallowing her vertigo, the purple unicorn said, “I’m going to need to get inside somehow. But you can’t pass through the walls, and I can’t stand on the floor. So we’ll need to get creative. Can you lift me up above your head? If I could see through the floor, it might do the trick.
“Oh!” Derpy said in realization. “No leftover beans, Sunset! I’ll borrow you with my diary!”
Twilight tilted her head up, having no idea what that was supposed to mean. Derpy flew her back down to the ground then, and Twilight felt a palpable sense of relief as her hooves touched ground again. Alighting next to her, Derpy presented her ass towards Twilight.
“Are you... coming onto me?” Twilight said uncertainly, especially as Derpy’s tail seemed to be down.
“I’m saving the spinning teacups for you!” Derpy said in a hurt tone of voice.
Spinning teacups... at the, oh. “You’re offering me a ride?” Twilight asked?
Derpy nodded silently.
“But I can’t... ride you, without interfering with your wings,” Twilight pointed out. “I’m not a little filly.”
“No, on my diary,” Derpy said in wall-eyed confusion, pointing at her cutie mark with a hoof. At Twilight’s look of incomprehension, Derpy scrunched her muzzle and said, “My... parking garage. I mean my assumptions. My como no homo!”
Twilight raised an eyebrow, saying, “You want to give me a ride on your ass.”
Derpy stuck her butt at Twilight again saying, “Ding ding! We have a winner!”
“This is a horrible idea, in every way,” Twilight said grouchily. But she climbed up onto Derpy’s quite ample posterior, sitting on the rear of the pony like she was a butt shaped toadstool. Derpy spread her wings, and took off! Twilight just kind of... tried to ignore the fact that she was on a surprisingly sturdy rising platform that was another pony’s hindquarters, while Derpy carefully flew ass-first and brought Twilight right up to Rainbow Dash’s house.
With a puff, Twilight found her head pushed through the floor, and looked around whispering, “Okay, no, no more to the north. No, that’s south! North! Yes, okay I can see the front door. Let’s see...” With line of sight, it was easy enough to pull the deadbolt from within, and turn the latch, and unlock the depressurizer, but Dash really had gone all out on locking everything up tight. Finally Twilight’s horn flickered out and she said, “Okay, got it! Now we just need to get to her front door. I need you tooOOO” she gave a frightened whinny as Derpy heaved under her, flying faster to whiz around the edge of Dash’s house, alighting daintily on the fluffy cloud floor that made up her porch.
Twilight hadn’t fallen off... somehow. She just tried not to think about how she was clinging to another mare’s butt, nor how far down it was, or how she might improvise some kind of breeze spell to slow her fall when Derpy dropped her. Derpy didn’t drop her though, and instead folded her wings, trotting forward with Twilight sitting atop her butt side saddle. Derpy opened the door easily this time, and stuck her head in the house, shouting, “Colorfast, have you left the building?”
When there was no answer, Derpy walked in, while Twilight’s head rapidly approached the top of the doorway, as the unicorn exclaimed, “NononoWAIT—” but Derpy didn’t even slow down as Twilight smacked right into the doorframe. Which was made of clouds, so she passed right through it. “Oh...” she said in embarassed relief. “Right.
“Now, if we can just find some evidence about what she was into,” Twilight said, atop a curious Derpy who wandered around the ground floor of the cloud house. Everything in here was in a terrible state of disarray, even more than Dash normally kept the place. Chairs were knocked over, waste bins on their sides half fallen through the floor. There were ragged blue feathers and discarded pegasus down all over the place. It looked like Dash had lurched around like a drunken mare in here, but those feathers... it was clear there had been some kind of struggle! Twilight’s heart sank as she started to piece together the situation. Derpy didn’t seem bothered at all on the other hand, and went to raid Rainbow Dash’s fridge.
The kitchen was also messed up, in a very disturbing way. Containers emptied of food were tossed aside all over the place, and the refrigerator was puttering there uselessly with its door hanging open. Nothing had gone bad though, because the refrigerator was completely empty. Derpy stared at its emptiness unhappily, while Twilight tried to think.
Had Dash just... had a party of some sort? Then why was the door locked, from the inside? Why had she fled from those pegasi earlier, and why had they all been so eager to get intimate with her? Did this happen before Rainbow fled? Perhaps this started with a crazy party, and then it got out of hand?
All of Twilight’s hypotheses went out the window though, when her ears perked at a sound, a very particular sound, and the blood drained from her face.
“She’s... she’s here!” Twilight whispered harshly, staring upward at the ceiling.
“Spork?” Derpy replied in surprise, lifting her head out of the trash can beside the fridge.
Twilight had no time to explain. She lunged forward to straddle Derpy’s whole back, kicking the pegasus’s side with her knee shouting, “Hyah!” Derpy responded immediately, rearing up with a surprised whinny and charging forward. Biting Derpy’s hair, Twilight directed her head toward the stairs, up which the pegasus quickly gallopped, the second floor approaching rapidly. Twilight’s informal ride piffed across the stiff packed cloud floor, assuredly solid underneath her confident hooves. Twilight briefly wondered if she might be able to... but no time for that!
With wordless intensity, Twilight directed Derpy to a closed door on the second floor, presumably one to Rainbow Dash’s bedroom. From there, the sound Twilight had heard was much clearer, a sound that made Twilight both immensely relieved and horrified. Though it was muffled by the door, inside she could hear the sound of her best friend, crying quietly.
“Rainbow Dash?” Twilight called out. From within there was a sudden intake of breath, and the crying cut off to tight whimpers, but no other answer.
“Rainbow Dash, are you okay?” Twilight repeated, leaning forward atop Derpy to put her ear against the door.
“Go away!” came Dash’s strangled shout.
“Rainbow Dash, what happened?” Twilight shouted back in alarm. “What’s wrong?!”
“I’m fine!” came Dash’s muffled voice, followed by more sniffles. “I–I’m not decent!” she said next, adding, “So come back later! Like, lots later!”
Not... decent? “Are you stuck in some kind of bondage gear?” Twilight asked loudly, “Because I can just untie—”
“No! No!” Dash shouted back, “Nothing like that! It’s... it’s... oh Celestia Twilight, I bucked up.”
Twilight resisted the urge to be complimented at being called Celestia Twilight, and said, “Derpy told me about your little... activity with the weather patrol. And the hoofball team. And her.”
“Her too?!” came Dash’s surprised squeak.
Twilight blinked, saying, “Yes? You don’t even remember who you bucked?”
There was a pause, and Dash added for emphasis, “I really really bucked up, Twilight. I... I should never have taken that statue. I should have kept it, I’m sorry...”
“Dash?” Twilight asked in worry, shifting on an equally worried but thankfully silent Derpy. “What statue were you trying to keep?” she asked through the stubbornly closed bedroom door.
“Not the statue!” Dash shouted back, “Scootaloo’s child!”
Twilight’s mouth dropped open.
“You’ve been crying in your house for three days straight, over an abortion?!” Twilight exclaimed angrily. Derpy stiffened underneath her at that word, and Twilight cursed herself again for not being tactful about those things. Wasn’t Derpy a single mother? But before she could apologize to Derpy, Dash shouted back,
“No! I don’t care about a bucking... abortion,” but the way she said it sounded very unsure of herself. “I thought I could get an abortion I thought it’d be fine, but I overloaded it or something, and now it’s gone so horribly, horribly wrong!” and now Dash was crying again, openly bawling.
Twilight had to wait for her to calm down again before she could ask her, “Dash please, this is important. Did you hurt yourself? Are you hurt?”
There was a sniffling hiccup, and Dash said, “...no.”
“I’m coming in there,” Twilight said, readying to give Derpy another kick to the flank.
“No!” Dash practically screamed. “No, don’t come in here! I can’t—you can’t see me like this!”
Twilight paused, but asked dangerously, “Dash, what happened?”
“I... I found an ad f-for pregnancy services,” she explained fretfully, “In a catalog for um... ‘adult’ toys I know it’s stupid but I didn’t know what else to do! They didn’t tell me it would do... this!”
Twilight slowly counted to ten, breathing deeply. She made it to three. Kicking Derpy again, Twilight yanked the bedroom door open with her horn, and the two of them charged in. “No!” shouted Rainbow Dash desperately, as Derpy rounded to face them both at the blue mare lying there on the floor beside her bed.
Twilight started to say angrily, “Why didn’t you just...” but she just trailed off into complete shocked silence. She stared at Dash, and Dash stared back at her, as best as she was able to stare back. It was a frightened whinny from Derpy that broke the silence in the end.
“What in the name of Celestia...” Twilight uttered, the words just dropping out of her mouth, as she sat there, stunned.