Dear Princess Celestia,
I’m afraid the worst has happened. Baphomet is a fourth circle demon. The lord of infidelity is the short summary of it. He’s protected from all hostile and magical influence by a shield crafted from the absence of a father, who wasn’t there
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“Oh Celestia, I don’t want to write this...” Twilight shuddered. She had to though. She had to warn everypony.
He returns by a mare worshipping his penis, in statue form of course, after she... well, Rainbow Dash tried to abort the foal that Scootaloo... okay it’s been a crazy estrus. I’m sorry. But it’s too late for Scootaloo to do anything about it, because Rainbow Dash has been... torn to pieces and eaten.
Long story short, I had a mare keeping an eye on Rainbow Dash, who’s a single mare without a stallion, and no doubt masturbating like crazy. And as soon as she does, the demon emerges from Dash’s womb, but... but that’s not the end... yet. While I was sleeping and not even studying, Derpy probably climaxed and Rainbow Dash gave birth to something horrible. To the demon we fear.
Even now he’s probably marching on the town. I’ve tried to find any holes in his defenses, but I just don’t have time! I tried to save her. I heard him. He had already left her empty house behind, and was marching right in the direction of Ponyville. I had to write you a letter,
becausebecause it’s too late for herand probably for me too.The only idea I have is to employ Scootaloo somehow. But it’s too late to do so, because the mother can’t have been raped by her own son. That’s what he does. Baphomet, to conquer his domain, he finds an abandoned female, and enacts his own birth through ritual idolatry. Once he’s been born, he is in theory vulnerable to the true father, but he closes that loophole by immediately raping the mother, so that now he’s the metaphorical father. He injects his weakness into her, and then
he eatsritualistically devours her.I just don’t know what to do. Princess Celestia, please... help.
Twilight couldn’t send her this. The ink was running with tear stains! But she had no choice. She failed. She could save the town and the world, and she’d never save her innocent, fun loving friend, who didn’t do anything wrong other than try to make her greatest fan the happiest pony on earth. There was no point without Rainbow Dash. There were no Elements of Harmony. There wasn’t anything she could do, other than await the end.
She scrunched her eyes shut, and rolled up the letter. Sealed it mechanically, and asked Spike to send it along. Spike looked at her with such worry in his eyes, but she couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t tell him what she’d read. What happened to Rainbow Dash. Twilight just... ignored her tears and said,
“Thanks, Spike. The princess will really appreciate that. Now, we need to go evacuate as many ponies as we can before the demon arrives. I... I don’t know where we’re going to go.”
After sending it, a worried Spike hopped up on Twilight’s rear as he was accustomed to riding. Twilight rubbed her eyes dry, and trotted hastily for the door. She had to make haste, for all the good it would do now, because she had to do something. Pulling her door open, to face the cruelly beautiful day outside, Twilight Sparkle abruptly found Rainbow Dash in her face, shouting to her,
“Twilight! I gave birth and it was freaky! You were right that there was some kind of bad dragon in there! He fell right through the cloud layer! I think he might be heading for Ponyville! I flew here as fast as I could, but I’m still tired and it isn’t a long trot, and he’ll be here like, soon! What do we do?!”
Twilight tried to provide an answer, but everything came out sounding like a sob.
“What the hay, Twilight! What happened to you? Are you okay?” Rainbow said in tense alarm.
“Get—” Twilight gasped out, grabbing Rainbow Dash’s ear in her magic, and dragging her in the library. “Get inside,”
“Okay, you don’t have to pull!” Rainbow Dash said, once Twilight was in the library, her rainbow friend trying to trot in the direction Twilight’s horn was pulling her. Twilight didn’t answer, other than drawing all the shades on all the windows, and improvising shades for the windows that didn’t have shades. In the spooky dim of the library, Twilight gallopped over to the podium, and whipped a quill out of the inkwell, frantically penning another letter. Silence descended, aside from the scratch of her quill.
“O...kay, this is kinda creepy, but whatever,” Rainbow Dash said, looking around, then wandering curiously over to the silent Twilight still finishing up her third sentence. “What—oh,” she said scanning the text.
Dear Princess Celestia,
There is still hope. Rainbow Dash is alive. Disregard my former letter. It turns out that demons cannot walk on clouds.
“What do you mean alive?” Rainbow said in a shaken voice as Twilight demanded Spike send this second letter as fast as he could breathe. “I—I thought I was gonna die, but I didn’t!” she said to Twilight, who was still not talking to her, instead ensuring Spike send his letter right away.
“I should be dead!” Rainbow said in belated horror, “That demon should have torn me apart coming out, but he didn’t! I just... it was so weird. Why didn’t he tear me apart??”
“He needed you alive,” Twilight said at last to Rainbow Dash, with a cold expression on her face that Dash rarely saw in Twilight. “You had to be somepony who could give birth to him... and live. Because after his birth, he needed you alive to close off a loophole in his defenses, by raping you, and then eating you. Legal standing aside, you can’t rape a dead mare, so you had to survive the birth.”
Rainbow Dash tried to comprehend what Twilight said, and just sort of... stopped. It just wouldn’t... head her thought. It wasn’t because of her near death experience, that was like a weekly routine for Rainbow Dash. It wasn’t what that jerk did to her. The super pregancy and all.
It was that Twilight just... told her. Not like a mare struggling to tell her, but like a mare who was tired of not telling her. “What the... hay, Twilight?” Rainbow said at last. “You can’t just talk about that like... like you know about that stuff. What the hay have you been reading?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Twilight groaned. “I’m gonna need two memory charms for this one. Now, you are alive, but we’re not out of hot water yet. What we need to do is get Scootaloo.”
“Scootaloo?” Dash said in confusion. “What’s a little filly—I mean—colt gonna do about something like that?”
“He was the ‘stallion’ who originally made you pregnant, correct?” Twilight asked, with a piercing violet gaze.
Boy, was Rainbow Dash glad that Derpy hadn’t followed them into the library. “Uh, yeah...” she said scuffing a hoof. “I sorta made an exception for him and... forgot about birth control.”
Twilight nodded curtly, saying, “I think I have a good idea what happened, but the fact remains that he is the father who abandoned your child, symbolically speaking. It’s a highly unusual situation, because—”
“Oh, now you’re just being totally unfair, Twilight,” Rainbow Dash said angrily, “He doesn’t even know about my child, and if he did, he would never abandon it, o-or me! Even if he is just a colt!”
“Exactly, and that’s why we can win!” Twilight said hoofstomping delightedly. “The demon counted on you being an abandoned mare, when the father dumped her because he didn’t want to take responsibility for raising a child. That’s what the ritual called for. Scootaloo is not that, so we can destroy Baphomet’s whole underpinning foundation!”
“So... how do we do that?” Rainbow asked, searching her friend’s expression for a better idea of what was going on.
“I’m... not sure,” Twilight said, turning to her desk covered in really ugly looking books. “But I do know that we need Scootaloo, before we can do anything about this.”
“Easy enough,” Dash said eagerly. “I’ll go get—”
“NO!” Twilight shouted, the fierce unicorn getting right up into Dash’s face. “No, you cannot leave this library, or look outside the windows, until the demon is gone,” Twilight said forcefully.
“W-why not?” Rainbow squeaked in terror.
Twilight pursed her lips, and said, “Because you might get a look at his penis.”
In one of many, many mistakes she would make in her life, getting down to the level of her favorite, most number one assistant dragon, Twilight said with a sinking feeling in her gut,
“Spike... I need your help.”
“Right, I’ll go get Scootaloo and—”
“No!” Twilight cut him off. “No, the orphanage is right in the path of that... thing. It’s too dangerous. What I need you to do is you need to get to Carousel Boutique as fast as you can. Tell Rarity there that she needs to get Scootaloo from the orphanage, before a horrible demon destroys us all. No, no don’t try to soften the blow. You have to say it as graphically as possible, or she might not take it seriously, and go into one of her moods.
“You need to tell her that she needs to fetch Scootaloo from the orphanage,” Twilight said, touching a hoof to her chest, “Then, tell her to bring Scootaloo to the library, before a horrible demon destroys us all.”
“Horrible... demon... destroys us...” mumbled Spike, writing it down on a scroll he’d managed to acquire.
“Then, Spike,” Twilight said with a heavy heart, “I want you to get as far away as you can. Somewhere on the outskirts of town. Go find Applejack, and warn her family to stay very far away, and hide in the cellar. Most importantly, and this is very important, no matter what happens. No matter what you hear, or what comes after you, do not look back. If you see him... it then I—I don’t think I could live with myself.”
“Do... not look back...” Spike continued, until Twilight lifted the tiny dragon in her magic, making him drop the scroll and quill he had.
“There’s no time to write it down!” Twilight shouted at him, “Go!” Then her horn lit up brilliantly, and she opened the door to the library, lifting Spike with her magic, and boosting him through it, as far in the direction of the boutique as she could reach. He would have to run from there.
“Seriously, Twilight?” Rainbow Dash said in extreme agitation, watching Spike run out. “I can’t even go outside?! What happens if I look at his freaking dong? I don’t care how big it is!”
“Well, according to the allegory, if you make eye contact with his golden phallus, you will become the bride for his unholy matrimony,” Twilight stated flatly. “And it does specify “become.” So basically, you will be rendered completely helpless, unable once again to do anything, but accept his phallus. And once he comes inside you, he will be invincible, unstoppable, and utterly murderous.”
Twilight tapped a forbidden tome with her tail, saying, “In here, the legend says in life this particular demon enjoyed tearing his lovers limb from limb, as a symbolic way of compensating for what his penis couldn’t do. Now, records recovered are mostly in sketches of hieroglyphs inlaid on rocks, but I can say with absolute confidence that if the force of his ejaculation doesn’t kill you, he certainly will.”
Rainbow Dash felt queasy. Why was this even happening? What the hell did she go and do? How fucked up did she make everything? “Okay,” she said trying not to hurl, “Not looking at demon wang, got it.”
“All you can do at this point Rainbow Dash, is keep your head low, and wait for Rarity to arrive with Scootaloo,” Twilight reported, strutting over and pulling like a million books into the air with her magic. “In the meantime, I have to study everything about Baphomet and construct a counter-ritual by which we can use Scootaloo to unmake him. So just... hold tight, okay? And don’t look out the window!”
Rainbow Dash wasn’t going to look out the window. Not in a million years. Her keen ears picked up distant cries of ponies in distress, and there was nothing she could do about it. S-she wasn’t going to look out there. Not even tempted.
“Oh no,” Twilight said, her ears turning the same way that Rainbow Dash heard the screams. “It’s starting...”
“Rarity!” Spike shouted, banging at her door. “Rarity, open up! Rarity, please! Hurry!”
There was the sound of hasty clopping, and the door to Rarity’s boutique opened, revealing the beautiful alabaster unicorn, the one whose hindquarters could make Spike’s heart skip a beat. “Rarity...” he said in relief and adoration, then shook his head, and said, “Trouble. Big, big trouble!”
“Why Spike, what ever is the matter?” Rarity asked in alarm at the panicking drake.
“Twilight needs your help. There’s a demon on the loose!” Spike said, “A horrible demon, and he’s going to destroy us all!”
“Spi-i-ike,” Rarity said in a teasing tone, “But no really, what did Twilight say?”
“No, that’s pretty much what she said,” Spike said, ticking off on his fingers thoughtfully, “Horrible demon, going to destroy us all, needs you to get to the orphanage, and bring Scootaloo to the library.”
“S-scootaloo?” Rarity said in a tremulous tone. “Why... why him? Why is she asking me?”
“Because Pinkie’s off at that big Partypalooza?” Spike suggested. “Listen, you have to hurry. I think the demon is coming into town right now! Twilight wouldn’t even let me go in that direction! And I don’t know, but Twilight thinks like Scootaloo is really important to destroying it.”
“Really, Spike, this is Ponyville,” Rarity said with a dismissive hoof wave, “I’m sure any monster problem will clear itself up in twenty minutes or so. How serious do you think it is?”
“It’s pretty bad. I’ve never seen Twilight this scared before,” Spike said, fidgeting fretfully, “She didn’t even let me finish my checklist!”
Rarity’s face went flat.
“Very well then,” she said curtly, jumping over Spike and galloping swiftly off in the direction of the orphanage, without another word.
Spike looked after with a mystified expression for just a moment, before he said, “Huh,“ and turned, running the other way. He sure didn’t want to meet up with that demon, not after all the horrible stuff Twilight said about it.
Just then, the door to the boutique burst open, and Sweetie Belle came running out, shouting, “No wait! He’s not at the—orphanage.”
Sweetie looked at Spike running the wrong direction, then at her swiftly diminishing sister’s posterior, and then Sweetie looked down at her own short, stubby little legs. With a disgusted sigh, she started to gallop at her slower pace, in a slightly different direction from Rarity.
The skate park was a bit of an out-of-the-way place in Ponyville, but one of Scootaloo’s favorite places to unwind. There were hard packed hills berefit of grass to roll up and down, built up at crazy angles so you could get serious speed going. There were ramps, and platforms, and launch ramps where if you rode down it, you would get thrown straight into the air. It was a dizzying thrill, possibly Scootaloo suspected because he was a pegasus, but also for how swiftly the ground came up, making every movement essential if you wanted to pack more aerial flips and spins into it.
Which is to say, that’s what the older ponies were doing. Scootaloo was good, but not that good yet. He could manage a trick flip at least, and he knew how to olly on the edge of the platforms. But mostly he was limited to simple manouvers like jumps, like how he jumped off his scooter mid-launch, to dodge another pony crossing his way in the air, clearing above the other hurtling pony, while still being able to meet with his scooter on the way down.
Being a pegasus was probably why he could navigate around things so easily in the air. The earth ponies and unicorn foals just seemed to get in crashes when they had to dodge things mid-leap. But it also meant he had to keep his wings tight against his body, because a single wingbeat and he’d slow in the air, while his scooter continued shooting out in front of him, giving Scootaloo nothing to look forward to on landing but a faceful of dirt.
It was awesome.
Even more awesome was how Rainbow Dash’s house was right in view of the skate park. Scootaloo was sure that Rainbow Dash did that on purpose, because she could totally see him getting so much better at his scooter here, just watching from her window. Not that Dash spent a lot of time at home, but it was enough to keep his spirits high, and buoy his confidence to marely levels.
Or... it used to be.
But now, with Rainbow Dash’s house looking so... run down, Scootaloo could only think of her in there, as he soared off a ramp into view of the place. Something had... gotten in her, not like he got in her, but like in a bad way. And... well, he just wished there was something a little foal like him could do about it.
“What was that?!” an older grey filly called over, skating up to him as Scootaloo landed and coasted to a halt. “You didn’t even do a 180!”
“Chill out, Whiplash!” Scootaloo said to her irritably, “I’m just a little distracted today.”
“We’re all distracted,” she said disgustedly glaring at her own wheel emblazoned rump, before giving him a speculative look, “But you’re acting downright timid, today!”
“I’m just thinking about Dash up there,” Scootaloo said, taking another peek at what he could see of the dismal looking cloud house.
Rolling her eyes, Whiplash said, “Don’t be such a colt, Scoots. There’s nothing to be scared of. This is Rainbow Dash we’re talking about. What could possibly beat her?”
“I guess you’re right,” Scootaloo said uneasily, “It’s just that I know a friend of... of hers, and that friend is really worried about her.”
“Oh, a friend of hers is worried, huh?” the filly smirked at Scootaloo.
“Yeah, she really thinks Rainbow Dash is in trouble, and she’s scared something really bad’s gonna happen to her,” Scootaloo said in a befuddled tone, “This friend, I mean.”
“So what is this ‘friend’ gonna do about it?” Whiplash continued to say smugly, sidling up against Scootaloo. “She gonna sit here at the skate park, or is she gonna go grab the bull by the horns?”
“Actually, she’s going to study in the library, probably,” Scootaloo clarified frankly to the filly at his side. “That’s how unicorns figure out what magic to use, I think.”
Whiplash blinked at him.
“You’re going to study in the library?” she asked in puzzlement.
“What?” Scootaloo glanced at her in equal confusion. “No! It’s this friend of hers. The librarian, you know? She is really good friends with Rainbow Dash.”
“Oh, you meant an actual friend!” Whiplash exclaimed in surprise. “I thought you meant you.”
“Why wouldn’t I say me, if I meant me?” Scootaloo queried with a raised eyebrow.
“Because you didn’t want ponies to think you were colty?” she returned as skeptically. “But don’t worry, I don’t think you’re colty, even if you really like that mare a whole lot. There’s nothing unmarely about getting worried about someone you care about.”
She lay a wheeled hoof on Scootaloo’s withers, saying, “But seriously Scoots, don’t worry about it so much. Rainbow Dash will beat the whatever it is, and we’ll all cheer. That’s how it works. So you just keep doing your awesome tricks, and everything is gonna be fine.”
Trying to conceal his nervousness at how close she was, Scootaloo smiled weakly at her, and tried not to think about the other meaning behind her words. “Thanks, Whiplash,” he said, “You keep doing your awesome tricks, too.” Could she smell him? He hoped she couldn’t smell him.
Whiplash took her hoof off his withers and saluted, “Sure thing, chief!” she said brightly, and kicked off, going rolling down the wooden halfpipe. Scootaloo breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t noticed.
Then, something huge plummeted from Rainbow Dash’s house with a thundering crash. An earsplitting roar of rage and frustration filled the air, as something monstrous started to rise from the earth. Everypony immediately gathered at the top of the hill to watch the spectacle, with Whiplash herself staring eagerly and shouting, “I think she’s fighting it!”
But Rainbow Dash didn’t emerge from her cloud house. The... the thing had risen to its hooves, or... something, and was beginning to lumber its way across the earth, growing larger as it swiftly approached them.
“Where is she?!” Scootaloo shouted, beside himself with fear, but then, amazingly... he saw her!
A brilliant swatch of rainbow burst free from her cloud house, soaring across the sky, followed by a more blondish grey one. The grey pegasus faltered on her way though, and almost fell out of the sky, but recovered, changing her course for the center of town, right along with where the beast was starting to stride.
“It’s coming right for us!” somepony at the skate park cried in fear.
“Everypony hide!” another pony shouted.
The next seconds were a frantic flight, before the group of ponies Scootaloo was in were all huddled beneath one of the platforms, peering out fearfully at the monster. Mostly foals and youngsters who liked to skate, the adults were hiding somewhere else. As these foals huddled there, a red hoof the size of Scootaloo’s head descended to the ground right beside the platform, and then another, and another, and another.
The hooves were... technically hooves, but they were so gnarled and twisted, they didn’t look right. The whole leg wasn’t covered in hair, but in blood red scales, or something that looked like scales, but instead each one was the writhing visage of a twisted face. The beast was taking his good sweet time to pass them by, but hadn’t seemed to notice anypony hiding there. As He sauntered by, what swung between His legs came into view. A massive phallus dangled there, fully erect, moving like flesh, but looking like it was made of solid gold.
“That... is one gigantic penis,” Scootaloo murmured, after the beast had passed by.
The grey filly Whiplash was beside him, but her only response was to stare at that bobbing dick and say, “Huh... I feel kind of funny,”
Scootaloo looked her way in worry, and then his jaw dropped open from what happened next.
In the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse, Apple Bloom went and nuzzled Dinky, making him smile. Dinky nuzzled back, eliciting a giggle from Apple Bloom. The two were lying belly to belly right now, both just drinking in each other’s eyes. Amber met white gold as they lay there against the clubhouse wall, just tangling hooves and being close.
They weren’t in any hurry to get busy with the mating thing, because they had plenty of time today to get her done. It felt so good to Apple Bloom, so exciting to be this close to a colt like this. She felt like they were the best of friends, even though she was pretty aware that it was her hoo ha making him do this. She wanted to be close to him, and open up to him, and get gosh darn pumped full by him, and that desire alone...
Just the thought that she was ready for him, and he for her, was amazing all by itself. She really wanted this moment to last. It felt so full of potential. Her receptive nether regions were just a hair’s breadth away from his subtle sheath, where he held inside him the potential to fill her with bliss, if not with foals.
Apple Bloom felt like a big, confident mare like this, when she was ready and needing to take him into her body. No longer nervous or awkward, everything they did when they wanted each other was beautiful, purposeful. Her hoof stroked lower on his bare lavender rear, thoughts flitting into her head of coaxing him, provoking him to put it inside her. But there was plenty of time for that yet. For now, they could enjoy the novel excitement of wanting each other and having each other.
Unfortunately, there’s something to be said for hard, fast, uncompromising fucking, because Apple Bloom’s head lifted up at the sound of a very familiar creature, a baby dragon, running full tilt down the road and crying out loudly, “Aaaapppplejaaaaahahaaaaack!”
“What’s that?” Dinky said, his ears joining Apple Bloom’s following the dragon’s hollering progress.
“It’s Spike, an’ he’s real worked up about something,” Apple Bloom said uneasily. “What could he want with mah sister? She’s off in the south field!”
“We should help him, right?” Dinky asked, wincing as he did so, in anticipation of Apple Bloom’s reaction.
Apple Bloom didn’t respond at first, staying intimately embraced with her colt like this, but then, she rolled her hips and sorta mashed her vulva against Dinky’s sheath, saying in frustration,
“Ohhhh, fine!”
With her desires totally not sated, Apple Bloom pulled smoothly away from Dinky, at least comforted by the idea that she left her scent on him. “C’mon, let’s go catch him at the farm house,” Apple Bloom said, flipping her tail up and trotting for the doorway out of the clubhouse.
An apologetic Dinky followed, gallopping alongside her and saying clearly, “We shouldn’t have taken so long, sorry!”
“Ah’ll be fahn,” Apple Bloom lied. “You been estrusin’ me to Cownada and back. We don’t needta do it 24/7.”
Together they caught up with the baby dragon, Apple Bloom shouting, “Spiiike! Wait!”
Spike skidded to a halt, and faced them with a look of alarm on his dragony face, saying, “Big... monster! Don’t... look... hide, outskirts... town! Warn... Applejack!”
“Did you gallop all the way here?” Dinky asked in amazement. Spike shook his head, but couldn’t answer.
“Dragons don’t gallop, they just run,” Apple Bloom corrected Dinky. “Where’s Twilight?” she asked the dragon. “What’re you doing here all by yourself?”
“Need... Applejack... safety...” was his answer, and Apple Bloom scrunched up her muzzle, and groaned in frustration,
“Ohhh, we ain’t got time for you to catch your breath. Applejack’s in the south orchard. Hop on, ah’ll take you there!”
She trotted up sideways to the drake, while Dinky boggled at her saying, “You’re gonna carry him? Aren’t you kind of small?”
“Ain’t he kinda small?” Apple Bloom responded snippily. “If mah sister could carry a full grown diamond dog, ah think I cain take a baby dragon or two.”
Spike wasn’t sure how to get on since he couldn’t just sit on her butt, so Apple Bloom just bumped him over, so he straddled her and slumped against her back. Her legs trembled a moment from the sudden weight, but she stood straight and smiled confidently at Dinky, saying, “There, see? Now let’s go.”
“What’re ya in such a hurry for?” Apple Bloom asked as they gallopped down the road, apple trees flying by them.
“Twilight... said there was... a demon,” Spike said still trying to catch his breath. “Big... monster came out of Rainbow... Dash. Needs... Scootaloo to defeat him.”
“How the fritter,” Dinky exclaimed, “Does she expect Scootaloo to defeat a demon?”
“No she... she’s going to defeat it,” Spike said, “Needs Scootaloo for... for something.”
“Why’re we gettin’ Applejack then?” Apple Bloom asked in worried confusion.
“There she is!” Dinky shouted. “I see her!”
They all peeled off after the lavender unicorn, and they all came up short in the face of... you guessed it, Applejack was standing there getting busy with that pegasus stallion from before.
“Woah!” Spike shouted, averting his eyes.
“What’re ya doin’, Spike?” Apple Bloom asked irritably at the dragon burying his face in her mane, as the three of them lightly trotted up to the bushes growing beside the clearing that held a grey blue pegasus hunched over a gasping sweating farm pony, both of them lost in passion as his hips worked hers over, in a methodical urgency.
“Twilight said I shouldn’t look at ponies doing that,” Spike said blushing embarassedly. “It’s so gross!”
“Caint help you there,” Apple Bloom said feeling a little put out at that. “You know you’re ridin’ one of those ponies doin’ that. Am ah gross?”
“Trying not to think about that!” Spike said in a frantic tone. “You’re not doing it right there in front of me like that!”
“Well, one thing’s obvious,” Apple Bloom snorted in frustration, “Mah sister ain’t gonna be no help like this. Let’s just get to the clubhouse, to try and figure out what to do about this.”
She charged off at that, shortly followed by Dinky, and if Spike’s protests reached Applejack’s ears, she sure didn’t seem to give any indication that she heard. Inside, Apple Bloom was fuming. Hadn’t her sister gone and talked with the librarian, and gotten all that worked out why it was a bad idea to be mating with some strange pony out in the orchard? Applejack hadn’t said anything about getting an IUD, so why was she still doing it? Apple Bloom knew why. Her own aching nethers told her why. She was just so... jealous! Jealous of her sister getting to have all the fun, and indulge herself, while Apple Bloom had to be the responsible one, and figure out what to do about keeping them all safe.
Well, at least Apple Bloom had her colt right along with her. If she could find a moment of time to make use of his abilities, that is. Now with Spike heavy on her back, Apple Bloom wasn’t sure when she’d get a chance to do that. It’d break her heart if she made Spike think she was just another weird mare, even if she did really want to get mounted. One couldn’t think of doing that anyway, when there was a monster attacking the town. Apple Bloom wasn’t dumb enough to think she could do anything about it, but at least she had to try to make sure her friends were safe. Sweetie and Scoots, they were both still in there!
“Scootaloo isn’t coming!” Spike insisted as she clattered on up to the clubhouse, Dinky hot on her heels. Apple Bloom wasn’t taking none of that though, and bumped Spike off, addressing the dragon before he even hit the ground, saying,
“An’ just what do you mean by that?!”
“Twilight sent me to find Rarity,” Spike said, stumbling to a halt. “And Rarity went to find Scootaloo, at the orphanage. It’s really important that Scootaloo not be here! She’ll get him to Twilight, and Twilight will defeat the demon! I just know it! She has a great plan!”
“What’s her plan?” Apple Bloom asked curiously.
Spike bit his lip. “I don’t... know exactly, but I do know that Rarity went straight to get him. She probably already got to the orphanage, and they’re both in Twilight’s library right now.”
“The orphanage?” Apple Bloom asked in alarm. “Oh no! Scootaloo isn’t at the orphanage!”
“What do you mean he isn’t at the orphanage?!” Spike demanded in Apple Bloom’s face.
“Ah mean he isn’t at the orphanage!” Apple Bloom shouted back in equal panic. “He’s been hoppin’ the fence on Tuesday afternoons, to go play at the skate park. They won’t let him out no more on account of estrus, so he has to sneak out! They won’t know where he is!”
“She—she’ll still be able to find him,” Spike stammered unconfidently. “It’s Rarity! She can’t just... lose. You should have seen her beat the Diamond Dogs. She’s amazing! She’s everything I could possibly want in a mare.”
As he trailed off, staring into space with a lovestruck smile on his face, Apple Bloom waited, but then stomped her hoof saying, “It don’t matter. Soon as the Scootaloo finds out there’s a demon in town, he’ll come right for the clubhouse, and so will Sweetie Belle.”
“Maybe they don’t know to come here?” Spike suggested.
Apple Bloom shook her head at that. “We always meet here when a monster attacks Ponyville. We got a whole pro-to-col about it. Meet here, decide what to do, then go and save the day.”
“Or hide,” Dinky pointed out, “Hide is a good strategy.”
“Well hidin’ works great except when our friends are still out there,” Apple Bloom grumbled.
“It won’t help at all if we go out there,” Dinky said. “Momma said always to stay where you are if you’re not sure where to go, so that she can find you. ...I think. And we should, because they’re just coming right here, right? Then we can tell Scootaloo to go to the library, and everything will be fine!”
“Well what if—” Spike started to protest to the anxious, wide eyed purple unicorn, but Apple Bloom quickly cut him off, saying,
“No, Dinky’s right. This is our best chance of finding him, and that just means we gotta wait.”
She strutted in a circle, and pulled out a chair from the side of the room, tossing it to Spike to sit himself down. She and Dinky settled on their bellies, and Apple Bloom realized this would be the perfect moment for him to give her a good rutting. But no, no then they’d have to stop when Sweetie and Scoots came rushing up, or they’d have to wait until Apple Bloom could tear herself out of it. Plus Spike...
The little yellow pony took a nervous look at the frightened looking purple dragon. Baby dragon, but still a dragon. Definitely not a pony. He reacted with such annoyance and disgust at what Applejack was doing, she didn’t... she didn’t want Spike to think of her like that. Apple Bloom could... could hold off. She wasn’t crazy like Applejack or other mares, she was just herself, and... wanting to get mounted really bad.
She ignored her teasingly twinging nethers and settled in to wait, in a way that was a lot less pleasant than it could have been if Spike wasn’t here. Both her and Dinky’s ears turned occasionally at a sound that could have been the others approaching. But otherwise, there wasn’t much to be done.
Sweetie Belle had only eyes for the skate park, which is probably what saved her. There was a horrible bellowing of a hulking mountain of a beast to her right, and ponies all around her were screaming and panicking and grabbing each other, but she dodged all that and ran on, because she absolutely had to make sure that Scootaloo was okay. The monster came right from that direction!
Sweetie got halfway there, when Scootaloo came running away from the skate park in a panic. “Sweetie Belle!” he shouted on seeing her. “Are you okay? It—it didn’t get you too, did it?”
“I didn’t even get close to it,” Sweetie said, trotting up and nosing over Scootaloo worriedly. A little dusty, some scuffs on his flank, and a weird filly smell all over him! But... he seemed okay?
“It doesn’t... matter if it gets close,” he gasped, finding her in less a state of disarray, but still smelling very distressed. “You can’t look at him, no matter what, Sweetie.”
“I just thought maybe it’d... g-got you,” Sweetie said miserably, backing up to regard him. “What happens if you look at it?”
“Tornado was fine!” Scootaloo replied frantically. “She was going to get away! But then she saw it! She just looked at it, and it got her!”
“What?” Sweetie asked in horror. “How did it—”
“C’mon Sweetie, we have to move!” Scootaloo said, shoving Sweetie’s minstrations away. “You don’t know what it did to the ponies at the skate park!”
“What did it do?!” Sweetie asked in a fright.
“It—oh no,” Scootaloo looked over his shoulder, where a number of foals with kneepads and helmets were gallopping and/or skating their way. “Talk on the way,” he shouted, dragging Sweetie with him into a gallop. “Run!”
“They all started touching themselves!” Scootaloo shouted as they ran along. “They—everypony was fine, until they saw his penis and it made them crazy, even the colts! Anypony I tried to help and all they had to do was look at him—and then, so, you can’t look at it. That’s what did it. Everypony was fine, and then...”
The two made it into town proper, and it became obvious that Scootaloo’s explanation wasn’t going to be entirely necessary. He and Sweetie Belle stared, as ponies mounted each other on the streets, spreading their legs, winking, drooling, everything that was a shameful thing in the Eyes of Celestia. Mares without a stallion were fighting the ones who had one, or rolling on the ground, with their hooves jammed in between their legs. Sweetie was panicking here. Where was the thing?! She couldn’t see it too! Everypony was moaning in passion or in pain, and Sweetie couldn’t tell which it was! T-they had to get away!
“Okay, we have to g-get out of town,” Sweetie stuttered, stumbling against Scootaloo as they didn’t know where to run, that wouldn’t get the two foals crushed under rolling, trampling bodies. “We won’t look at it, and we can meet at the clubhouse, and—and then I don’t know. Oh no, Rarity!”
With a chill going through her, Sweetie went tearing off in the direction of the boutique, having to stop hesitantly at throngs of ponies doing—doing what she wanted to do. But not like this! This was some kind of enchantment! Everypony was out on the street, hunting for a stallion, or an anything!
She couldn’t help but notice Scootaloo was following her. Sweetie Belle turned and said, “No, Scootaloo! You have to go, alone! You can’t see it, or you’ll be enchanted too! If anypony finds out you’re a—then mares will eat you alive!”
“I—I can control it,” Scootaloo said in a frazzled tone. “This isn’t e-even making me feel penis-outy. I think I’m immune! I looked right at him, and nothing happened! Every other pony they just tried to get me, but I don’t even feel all that—” he glanced at his slightly aroused, dangling orange member, “Well kind of, but not in a crazy way!”
Sweetie bit her lip, but didn’t send Scootaloo away. She was honestly terrified of being alone in this... thing that was happening. And terrified for her sister. She had to tell Rarity to close all the windows and—and not look at—there was another huge bellow, seemingly bigger than the last. It came from way too close to the boutique. Looking fixedly down at the ground, Sweetie charged over to the elegant building, and ran into it.
And then realized.
“Oh no!” she facehooved, skidding to a halt as Scootaloo ran right into her springy tail. “I forgot, she went to go get you! She’s at the orphanage!”
“There’s no time Sweetie!” Scootaloo told her. “We have to get you out of here, before it gets you too!”
Sweetie stammered, “I–it’s okay, we can just... stay in here, until—” with a thundering crash, a building toppled over into the square outside the boutique, “Or not,” she concluded nervously.
“Why didn’t it get you?” Sweetie asked suddenly, getting in Scootaloo’s face. “Y-you said it even got colts! You’re a colt!”
“I don’t know!” Scootaloo replied. “They got all out and erected, and r-really big, but I just got scared when the fillies started attacking! I think I’m immune or... something??”
“That doesn’t make any sense!” Sweetie attested, “But I don’t care. We have to get away from this thing, and neither of us are going to—”
“Ponies!” a mare shouted, stumbling bow legged in through the boutique’s door. “H-help!” she said in a terrifyingly frantic tone. “I need to—please, touch me!” That would have been fine, except as she said it, she started chasing them around the boutique, openly crying about how her happy place needs rubbing. Another pony came into the boutique, a stallion, and just started rutting the mare right on the floor. At the mare’s glad, grateful cries, other ponies started to come into the boutique, trying to drag the both of them outside, so they could satisfy themselves too. One pony wasn’t enough. Two weren’t enough. Young, old, big, small, it didn’t matter.
Sweetie and Scootaloo squeezed their way out a back window to the boutique, and immediately started running for the apple orchards. Charging around a corner, Sweetie screamed, as it was right there in front of them, like a mountain of blistering black surrounding bright gold. She forced her eyes to stare fixedly at the apple orchard, running with Scootaloo as they tried to navigate around the monster, and the throngs of ponies all trying to fuck each other all at once. She didn’t see it! She didn’t see it! She felt a warmth all over her body, as something deep within her groin started tingling with promised wetness.
It was so soft and lovely, like her whole body was being stroked pleasurably with every step. She couldn’t stay straight, stumbling against Scootaloo as her body grew more and more aroused. “I—I saw it!” Sweetie wailed to Scootaloo. “It’s happening to me too!”
“Keep going, Sweetie!” Scootaloo urged her. “Maybe if we get away it’ll stop!”
“O–okay,” Sweetie said miserably, gallopping again and trying to ignore the insane pleasure rippling through her whole body. It wasn’t painful, or agonizing. It was amazing. She stumbled to a halt again, telling Scootaloo in amazement, “I... I think I’m going to orgasm from just standing here!”
“Sweetie, c’mon...” Scootaloo whined, and Sweetie should have listened. She took another two steps to safety. But she was so close!
“I just...” she muttered softly, rubbing with a hoof at her young, but still hot, dripping vulva. “Just a little more...” she declared distractedly. “We can... then we can... aggh!”
Scootaloo grabbed Sweetie’s leg, the one masturbating herself, and started pulling her along. Sweetie tried. She was running again with him, more of an uncoordinated canter. Everything felt incredible! She had to orgasm! She—she was starting to get scared! Not of the monster, but of her fillyhood!
With their manouverability shot, Sweetie Belle could only belt out a cry of alarm as somepony easily grabbed her from behind, and made her senses explode in pleasure, a hot, thick tongue slipping on her vulva and pushing into her without any hesitation. Sweetie stopped asking for help, just breathed into it, and focused on her nethers, to orgasm, orgasm, orgasm. Scootaloo tried to pull her away from the... the whoever, but Sweetie pushed Scootaloo back squealing, “No, I—need this!”
She didn’t even know who it was, but she didn’t care. Her hips demanded satisfaction, and Sweetie Belle needed what this mare could provide: orgasm.
“Snap out of it, Sweetie!” Scootaloo told her in a distraught voice, and she shouted at him angrily,
“I am snapped out of it! I just need to orgasm. It feels so good. You don’t understand, it feels so gooood!”
Reduced to mewling cries, Sweetie Belle couldn’t even apologize to Scootaloo, as some strange pony drove the little white unicorn straight towards a crashing orgasm. She just had to stand there taking it, no matter how disappointed he was, or scared. She felt like she’d die if she tried to pull away now. He could wait. She was sorry! She wanted it. She didn’t want this! She couldn’t not want it!
Sweetie just stared forward, and tried to focus on the lips and tongue massaging her clitoris and vulva, and deeper, trying to push herself toward that orgasm that Sweetie Belle desperately needed, the mare’s hips looking better and better the more Sweetie’s own got licked.