Diplomatic Immunity

“...they should have been here by now,” Dinky said softly in the silence, broken only by the whisper of wind through the apple trees outside the clubhouse.

“Ah know,” Apple Bloom said in a troubled tone, looking out the window to see if a certain colt and filly would come running up the path to this secluded part of the farm.

“I hope nothing happened to them,” Dinky whimpered.

“Me too,” Apple Bloom whimpered in reply.

Then Spike completely scared the fritters out of the other two by abruptly belching out green flames. “Sorry!” he said to the skittish foals dancing away from him, waving in the fiery air to grab a... scroll?

“This is Twilight’s... spell she taught me,” he explained. “It’s not real fire, it just uses fire to deliver a message.”

“A message?” Dinky replied with interest, tilting his head at the hastily rolled up scroll as he approached Spike. “From whom?”

“The Princess Celestia herself, of course,” Spike said proudly, standing up and unrolling the letter to read it, and clearing his throat. He faltered then, and didn’t read right away, adding nervously, “Or it could just be from Twilight. She knows how to send letters to me too. Oh no.”

“Oh no?” Apple Bloom said unhappily.

“Dear Spike,” Spike recited from the letter.

Everything is fine here, and there are no problems at all. You should definitely stay out of Ponyville, and possibly head towards Fillydelphia, just as a safety pre... precaution. I’m doing just great, and you will under no circum...something try to do something foolish like save me. On an unrelated note, where is Rarity? I’m not saying we need Scootaloo here pronto, as in yesterday, but did you have any trouble convincing her? I’d really like to wrap this little matter up as quickly as possible. So please let me know what’s going on out there, and where is Scootaloo?

Twilight Sparkle.

P.S. I love you.

P.P.S. I’m so sorry for everything.

Spike stopped reading, and swallowed dryly.

“That had to be the scariest way I’ve ever heard anypony say that everything is fine,” Dinky observed, trembling.

“She’s a bit of a worrywort,” Spike admitted, “But it really does sound like she’s in trouble. W-what should I write her?”

“You can send a letter back?” Dinky replied, ears perking with interest.

“I can send this letter back,” Spike said, pointing at a peculiar mark on the corner. “It has her return address. But I can only send this one. Otherwise, we have to... g-go back into town.”

The three youngsters looked at each other uncertainly, then Apple Bloom stood up, and shook out her fluffy pink bow, saying, “Ah’m goin’ back into town.”

“What? Why?” Dinky said, looking at Apple Bloom in alarm.

“Because Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle are out there,” Apple Bloom said. “Because Miss Twilight needs Scootaloo, in order to save the day. One of us has got to go there, and tell Scootaloo to find her. And ah’m gonna do it.”

“I could just send this letter...” Spike offered hopefully, holding it up in front of him.

Apple Bloom shook her head. “No way. If she could find Scoots on her own, she’d a done it already. Unless you can deliver that letter to Scootaloo, wherever he is, I gotta go there.”

“If you say so, Apple Bloom,” Spike said, shaking his head skeptically.

“It’ll be fine,” Apple Bloom pleaded. “You gotta save your letter thing, for when we find out what happened to Scootaloo. Then we’ll be all set to help yer librarian and make Ponyville safe again.”

“You’re right, Apple Bloom,” Spike admitted a little more confidently. “We just have to get Scootaloo, and everything will be fine.”

“Ah just wish I knew what we were up against!” Apple Bloom replied with a frustrated stomp. “What do we know so far?”

“We know there’s a monster attacking Ponyville,” Dinky offered.

“Demon, not monster,” Spike pointed out.

“Right,” Dinky blushed. “A-and does anypony—er—anyone know anything about this demon?”

Apple Bloom shook her head, and Spike shook his head too, saying, “Twilight wouldn’t tell me anything! She said I shouldn’t worry, and I think she thinks I’m not old enough to know. All I know is it’s big, and it roars kind of like a really creepy dragon. And something about k-killing Rainbow Dash if it finds her. I didn’t really understand the rest.”

“So it’s a real dangerous monster,” Apple Bloom concluded. “That much we already know. So there’s a demon attackin’ Ponyville, and both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are in there.”

“They’re not the only ponies there,” Dinky pointed out. “My mom’s there, too! And Sweetie’s sister. And um... all of Ponyville.”

“Well, I dunno about you two, but they’re mah best friends, and ah’m not gonna sit here out in the orchard while they get eaten by a demon,” Apple Bloom said with a frustrated snort. “I dunno how to save the town without Scootaloo and Twilight, but I do know ah’d never be able to live with myself, if I didn’t at least try to get them outta there.”

“You’re right, Apple Bloom,” Dinky said moodily, “I guess we can’t stay here, if—”

“Oh, no,” Apple Bloom interrupted, correcting him. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere. Ah’m gonna go get those two, and bring ‘em this way.”

“What?” Dinky said, a hurt look flashing through his golden eyes. “Why can’t I help?”

“You cain help by bein’ safe here,” Apple Bloom said wisely, patting the unicorn on his chest. “You may wanna be in the fray, but look at us. We’re just a couple foals, and the town is on fire!” She glanced in that direction again, and said uncertainly, “Ah think it’s on fire. Anyway, so it ain’t gonna matter if there’s three of us. One cain get in easy as three, and one can pull those two outta trouble, easy as three can.”

“But I’m a fire breathing dragon!” Spike protested. “I bet I could be a lot of help, if it has them chained up, or something!”

“Yes, but,” Apple Bloom said, squinting at her dragon fellow, “Ah need you to go warn mah sister. Like Twilight told you to?”

“Can’t you do that, and I’ll go rescue them?” Spike huffed. Apple Bloom shook her head, saying,

“C’mon Spike, you know you caint outgallop a pony, even if ah am a filly. Besides, didn’t Twilight say for you to stay outta town?”

“Applejack won’t like it if you’re not with me,” Spike offered warningly.

Apple Bloom’s features darkened at that, saying, “Well maybe ah don’t wanna talk with some strange stallion, an’ mah no-good lying sister, who caint even get an IUD but keeps raisin’ her tail.”

“She can’t get one?” Dinky offered worriedly. “But you said it was really easy!”

“Yeah uhm, well, ah told her to ask the librarian,” Apple Bloom offered hesitantly, “But all I cain do is lead her to water, and she ain’t said a word about no IUD since then.”

“Well, I guess that’s fine,” Spike said warily. “But you be careful, Apple Bloom. This isn’t just your average monster, I think.”

Apple Bloom stood up on all fours, backing up a pace to give Dinky and Spike what she hoped was a confident smile. “Ah’ll be fine,” she claimed, “And if’n ah’m not, then you cain come lookin’ for me. That’ll be three times as good as if all of us get caught together. But just give me another hour by the sun’s path, and if I ain’t come back, then you can come lookin’ for me. Okay y’all?”

“I guess so,” Spike said sullenly, walking over to the door to the clubhouse.

“Just keep yourself safe,” Dinky said, still down on his lavender belly as he looked at Apple Bloom solemnly, adding, “Because if you don’t, then I’ll have to g-go in there and save you.”

Apple Bloom gave an anxious but grateful laugh at that saying, “Thanks, and thanks to you too, Spike. Well, times a’wastin’. Wish me luck!”

Apple Bloom gallopped on past Spike then, down the ramp and on towards town, while the boys behind her waved and wished her the best of luck. She made good time, if it wasn’t already too late, that is. Apple Bloom’s bright pink bow marked her passage out of the farm, traveling up and down the hills behind her on the way into the great flat basin that was town.

Sweetie was so fucked. She hadn’t even barely even glanced at the thing, and it still got her! She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She felt embarassed and disgusted with herself, but so incredibly aroused. She was just about to orgasm, and surely it wouldn’t hurt to humiliate yourself a little bit, if it would get you over that edge into those eager contractions she craved?

She realized by now that this wasn’t just a little bit of humiliation. But what was she supposed to do? She couldn’t stand to walk another step without satisfying the heated, tingling hunger in her loins. She needed to fill herself with everything, and have the stallion on her rump, and the mare’s tongue bathing her vulva just teased Sweetie higher and higher. She wanted to scream it felt so good. She wanted it to end! But she couldn’t stop now! She was almost there!

Scootaloo tried bucking the pony; a mare it turns out, who was eating out Sweetie Belle’s needy V, but it didn’t do much good. The mare just licked harder, especially now that a second mare had started licking her. If Sweetie could move she’d have sucked on that third mare’s vulva like a newborn foal to a teat, everypony just looked so incredibly delicious. For his efforts in saving her, Scootaloo got grabbed by a third mare, who shoved his face into her crotch and belted out mindless cries of urgent need, for the “filly” (yeah, even now) to lick her.

Sweetie watched it happen to Scootaloo, but she couldn’t even feel upset about it. All she wanted to do was orgasm. Scootaloo managed to escape the amorous mare, but Sweetie wasn’t even trying to escape. She felt like her whole body was electrified. She was so happy she was going to orgasm, teetering on a razor’s edge as her insides fluttered, and her contractions—her contractions—

Come on, why wasn’t this working?!

Suddenly, Sweetie’s groin was cool, open and aching to be filled. The mare attending her was bowled out of the way, by yet another mare, who shoved her crotch in the first mare’s face. Sweetie knew it was wrong, that these were mares, and they weren’t even in the same herd together, and she was just a filly. But she couldn’t care about any of that, not until she took care of her need, by finding... a stallion. Any stallion!

Sweetie saw the candymaker Bonbon being rutted by a big brown stallion, and ran over there. In a frenzy, Sweetie Belle went and wriggled underneath the mare’s belly, biting at her teats. She didn’t want to hurt the mare, who even gave her an extra truffle once, but Sweetie was desperate to have a cock in her! A big one! Big stallion, big orgasm!

Driving the mare off her stallion in pained cries, Sweetie saw his swinging dick in the air like sweet ambrosia, pushing herself before it, and raising her purple and pink tail expectantly. Too slow! She jammed her little crotch against the thing, pain exploding in her sensitive groin as she was really, really, really not ready for this. But she had to! She had to orgasm!

He started thrusting, and Sweetie whined in dissatisfaction. His strong thrusts were powerful, but there just wasn’t enough room in her. She couldn’t spread apart enough! He was just pushing against her ineffectively, barely getting inside at all, and the harder he thrusted, the more she scooted forward, despite desperately trying to push herself back. Her vulva were stretched to their limit, trying to wrap around him! Why was Sweetie even trying a full grown stallion?! Why couldn’t she orgasm?! It was the curse!

Sweetie started to cry, as her abused groin quivered on the edge of climax, and she could. Not. Get it to go. She got dragged off of the stallion by another mare, who bleated out ostensibly glad cries as she was the right size for him, but Sweetie didn’t care. The stallion couldn’t even get inside Sweetie Belle. Maybe she’d use a mare again, or maybe she’d just roll onto her back here and use her hoof, and rub, and rub, and rub, and ohh she was so itchy!

Sweetie rolled and rolled, and nothing seemed to do any good. She wanted the squeezies. She wanted them so bad. She couldn’t get them, but she couldn’t stop trying to get them. She couldn’t even move her hoof away, stumbling on three hooves as her climax rose in her, then fell, then rose, then fell.

A mare had her by the legs then, and buried her snout in Sweetie’s muff, and suddenly that mare’s legs looked like the best thing in the world. Sweetie couldn’t stop from suckling and licking there. A mare that she’d only seen out on the streets before who she didn’t even know, well, Sweetie knew her now! Suddenly Sweetie was nose deep in that mare’s most intimate passage, so eager to feel what that mare was like, deeper and deeper! The mare fought to get at the smaller pony’s snatch, contorting forward as Sweetie stretched the rest of the way around the circle, moaning in delight as she desperately spread the mare’s nether lips, and dragged her tongue deep within.

A mare she barely knew, and now Sweetie knew the mare’s hidden insides. So like Sweetie Belle’s, but so different. Broader, and thicker, and with an even more powerful clench. Never an orgasm though, just a reaction, a quiver, an almost. Why couldn’t she—squeezy? The mare’s tongue was driving Sweetie crazy! All Sweetie could smell was mare and sex, but that wasn’t enough. The tongue felt glorious, but that wasn’t enough. She needed to... to have a stallion in her! No, she needed a colt in her! No. No,

Kicking the mare in the head who was frantically trying to help her, Sweetie scrambled loose, forgetting about that mare entirely as she made sure her groin was free for him to mount. Scootaloo was still here, hiding there in an alley and pleading with Sweetie to fight it. Sweetie couldn’t fight it though. Nopony could fight this! She needed him, his everything.

“Sweetie, you’re loose! You gotta—” he managed to say before Sweetie leapt on him, knocking Scootaloo prone.

“Youuu...” she purred, “You’re not cursed. You can make me squeezy. You...” With a hearty huff, Sweetie slid her slick vulva against his shaft. If Scootaloo wasn’t erect before, he sure was now! Sweetie tilted his straining shaft up with a hoof between her legs, and pressed her groin against it, a sinking sliding feeling filling her more and more, as she sank Scootaloo as deep inside her as she could.

It was so effortless like this, her little cunt closing down on his shaft like a vice as she pushed it into herself. Scootaloo had tears in his eyes, full of worry for her, and fear. She had tears in her eyes too, from the fear and distress of this thing she had to do. His penis felt so good inside her! She was gonna orgasm at this! She was gonna! She—almost!

Sweetie Belle didn’t hesitate for a second. She humped him for dear life, gulping in deep breaths and pistoning him in and out of her. Her hips felt like they swelled up thick, every time she pushed his thick, swollen penis into them. She was sliding around him like a filly with a popsicle in her mouth. He was such an amazing popsicle. She wanted that beautiful shaft to fill her again, and again.

Sweetie didn’t know if Scootaloo could even do it, lying on his back like this. He was always above her, before. But she couldn’t let him free. He might stop fucking her, then! She had to make him climax. She had to climax. She had to.

The soft white unicorn gave a groan of utter frustration, as she simply could not go over. This should have done it! Scootaloo had swollen inside her. He had flared. That always set Sweetie off, but it didn’t! Their groins were locked together, with his swollen penis buried in Sweetie’s singing depths as she bounced fervidly mashing their groins together so intensely she could feel his balls against her pelvis, the fur on those potent orbs slick with her juices that she kept drooling out, because he had to make her orgasm. He had to!

Scootaloo wasn’t looking scared anymore, eyes half closed with lust, as he stared up hungrily at Sweetie Belle. The pumpkin colored colt started pulling her to him, even as Sweetie Belle pushed herself onto him. She didn’t want him to get cursed too, but she had to do this. She had to orgasm! She was almost there! She fluttered—she was—almost there! She had to orgasm!

This proceeded for not much longer at all, until suddenly Sweetie felt Scootaloo’s bucking penis spurt thick hot cream into her depths. She didn’t usually feel him first! It was such a surprised shock to feel it, that Sweetie got goosebumps, her hackles standing right on end as she felt that potent explosion of seed beneath her belly button, and then felt it again. Then, her orgasm hit her like a truck.

A bright scream escaped from Sweetie Belle as her insides erupted into motion. He spurted again, and she squeezed and squeezed on him. The pleasure ripped through her with every convulsion as she writhed on top of Scootaloo in ecstatic jerky movements. He was filling her with cream! Filling her! She hugged against him desperately, moaning in confused delight as Sweetie helplessly milked his throbbing shaft with her orgasming cunt. She felt as if it would draw him deeper, suck him right into her, even as she felt spurt after spurt paint her insides. She... she did it...

“I... I’m sorry Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo panted miserably. “I can’t do it anymore. I tried to help but you just... I couldn’t stop it! It c-came out of me, and now I can’t get hard anymore. Sweetie?”

Scootaloo stopped apologizing for a moment, and repeated, “Sweetie Belle?”

The adorable white unicorn laying still on his chest had slow, even breathing, as he felt her living body resting against him. He could still feel way up inside the gooey, fleshy inside of Sweetie Belle’s hips, with his spent member not yet having retreated enough to pull out of her. He couldn’t thrust anymore, but that place inside her hips was just so beautifully heated and perfect, he loved just being in there. Scootaloo looked at the filly he was penetrating, the one who forced him into her body, and rode him like there was no tomorrow, and he said in an awestruck tone,

“Sweetie, are you asleep?”

A little orange colt who looked like a filly peeked his head out of the alleyway, then ventured out, struggling with the weight of an unconscious white unicorn draped across his back. If anypony saw him, they were too busy at the moment fucking, or getting fucked, to do anything about it. He hustled himself and Sweetie Belle into the nearest undamaged house, and just collapsed in there, a temporary relief seeping through him, as the ardent eyes of other ponies were no longer staring at him. He lifted his head at a sound, and there was a blue mare and a green filly with a blue mane, both standing there on the stairs, looking at the two of them with worry.

“Don’t! Look outside!” Scootaloo shouted at them, struggling up from under the mumbling Sweetie Belle, flopping her over in the process. “It happens when you look at it!” he told them, “Don’t look at the monster!”

“What?” the mare said vaguely. “What’s going on? Why has everypony gone mad!”

“She just said, mom,” the filly spoke up to her in a testy tone. “It’s the monster!”

“B-but...” mom sank to her belly at the base of the stairs, trembling as she said, “But they’re canoodling!”

“That’s canoodling?” the filly said scrunching up her face. “Why would anypony wanna do that?”

Mom hugged her to her breast then, hiding the filly’s face in her chest despite the girl’s vague protests, saying, “Oh honey, so soon before your time, the pastor will be just crushed. I’m sorry honey, you should never have seen that, oh what are we gonna do...”

Well, Sweetie Belle was awake from... whatever that was. She was looking around vaguely, having woken up when Scootaloo unceremoniously dumped her on her side. And this was one very, very awkward situation. Scootaloo had just barged into someone’s house basically, and it was like the only house left in Ponyville, that had ponies in it who hadn’t looked outside.

That little green and blue filly, she had to be like, 6 at most. How long until she started feeling estrus? A pretty long time! But if she saw it? What if she saw it?

“Just, don’t look outside!” Scootaloo said to the traumatized mare and her less traumatized filly. “It gets you, only if you see it. Even if it breaks in the ceiling or whatever, just close your eyes and don’t look.”

Then he turned to Sweetie and held out a hoof, helping her to stand. “D-did that work?” he asked hopefully. He knew it did, but... “Soon as I came, you just... exploded!”

“Oh Celestia, I wanted to orgasm so bad, and I couldn’t!” Sweetie Belle said with a look of horror on her face.

“What’s orgasm?” came the filly’s squeaky voice, and mom attempted to smother her in her blue chest fluff again, saying,

“Watch your language, you hooligans!”

“Holy freaking applesauce, lady!” Scootaloo swore at the big, and stupid pony, standing between her and Sweetie Belle. “We’re not hoo-ligans!” he said angrily, “Can’t you see how much that scared her?”

The mare just looked down at Scootaloo in confusion, as her young daughter managed to wriggle free enough to peer at them from her mother’s embrace with big, bright green eyes.

Scootaloo just turned to Sweetie and said, “So, you’re good now, right? We can get out of here, right?”

“I think so,” Sweetie said, lifting a hoof and looking at it. She gave him a grateful look, and said, “As soon as I felt your semen, it was like a lightning bolt hit me!”

“What’s—” squeaked an even younger voice, before the mother covered the filly’s ears again, and groaned in abject frustration.

“S-sorry ma’am,” Sweetie said, curling a hoof and drooping her ears in shame. But her ears perked up then, and she looked at the mare more lucidly, saying, “No, I’m not sorry. Because somepony covered my ears, and they thought they were being good, and I almost had to quit school cause of that!”

“Sweetie, um,” Scootaloo said, glancing uneasily between the filly and the older mare.

“So, you can cover her ears,” Sweetie went on, “But you should know you’re not being good you’re being bad. You’re scared of what she could do, and you don’t even trust her!”

“Sweetie, this really isn’t the time,” Scootaloo said, glaring at his friend disgustedly, but clearly Sweetie just had to get it off her shoulders to somepony.

“You’re scared she’ll have estrus,” Sweetie said, “And when she does she might do something dumb, because nopony ever even told her that sex makes babies!”

“Get out of my house, you villainous rapscalions!” the mare said with an angry snarl. But Sweetie thought she saw a sparkle of fear in the mare’s eyes, so maybe she at least sort of got her to think about it. If only Sweetie could have sang! Well, at least she said that last part deliberately louder so hopefully the foal heard.

Even Sweetie couldn’t sing loud enough to make all of Ponyville listen, though. More foals next year, just making the same mistake she did, because so many parents were like this. “We’re going,” she said grumpily, turning on her hooves, and letting Scootaloo lead her outside.

“Sweet Lunacy, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said as they scrambled out the door. “We coulda hid in there! Why did you do that, now?”

“Let’s just get to the Clubhouse,” Sweetie said fretfully, as the ponies around them started to notice two fillies among them.

“What if you see it again?” Scootaloo told her worriedly, looking around for the beast himself. For a gigantic monstrosity, it sure was good at hiding. Must have been clear across town by now.

“You’re immune,” Sweetie said, dodging a dripping crotch hurled her way. “You run ahead and make sure it’s not there.”

“Great!” Scootaloo said, ducking as a horse cock narrowly missed his head, whistling as it swung through the air. “And no more speeches, okay?”

“Oh I won’t give any more speeches,” Sweetie said snidely, following Scootaloo leaping over a writhing pair of mares both trying to penetrate each other without having penises. “Next time, I’m gonna sing!”

If Scootaloo’s eyes appropriately narrowed in terror at the implications of that, Sweetie Belle wouldn’t have been able to see it, from her vantage point behind his so very useful, purple-tailed rear end.

They made it. Somehow, they made it! Ponies thinned out as they got away from the creature, and soon Sweetie and Scootaloo were running up the road to Sweet Apple Acres. Apple Bloom had to worried sick about them! The two of them made a beeline for the clubhouse, to warn that apple filly about what was going on, and tell her they were okay. But their gallop turned into an outright sprint when they heard the absolutely enraged voice of Applejack bellowing, “She what?!”

Running up the ramp into the clubhouse, the two saw Applejack cornering a little lavender filly—no wait, colt. Cornering Dinky against the wall, Applejack was demanding of him, “Which way did she go?! How long she been gone? How’d that fool filly get such a gosh darned foolish notion in her head?” And Dinky was trying to answer her, but seemed too terrified to get words out.

The little purple library dragon was there too, shouting at Applejack, “Leave him alone! It wasn’t his fault! It was her idea!”

“What happened to Apple Bloom?!” Sweetie squeaked in alarm.

Spike turned on his heels and looked at Sweetie Belle in horror. “You haven’t seen her?” he said, “She was looking for you!”

“Oh no,” Sweetie fretted, fussing with her forehooves tapping against the floor. “I didn’t see her at all!”

“It must have got her then!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“You foals are gonna turn around and go right back into town!” Applejack shouted urgently, beside herself with worry. “And tell my fool sister to stop riskin’ her life when there’s a monster attacking, and leave that stuff to the grownups!”

“We can’t!” Sweetie tried not to shriek. She sank shivering to her haunches saying, “I’ll see it again. I can’t do that! I just can’t!”

“It makes ponies super estrusy,” Scootaloo told Applejack, sitting down by the trembling Sweetie Belle, “She just glanced at it, and then she couldn’t stop... s-stop doing the estrus thing.”

“It was like I couldn’t orgasm,” Sweetie whimpered tensely, “It was the worst thing in the whole world! I was so close, and nothing was working!”

“Like every pony in Ponyville is doing this big... sex thing, because that thing they all saw,” Scootaloo told an increasingly horrified Applejack. “I tried to warn ponies not to look outside, but it already got ponies, and it’s destroying the town to look for them!”

“We have got to get Scootaloo to Twilight!” Spike declared, “She needs him, to stop this thing! She said it would undermine his... thing, and work really well!”

“You foals ain’t goin’ nowhere!” Applejack retorted. “Not if it’s turnin’ the whole town into... into the Mare Fecunditatis! You just tell me where Apple Bloom woulda gone, and wait here while I get her.”

“You can’t just get her, though,” Scootaloo urged. “If it got her, she just never feels better and will run away and f-fight you to keep doing it.”

“Ah’ll carry her, kickin’ and screamin’!” Applejack asserted confidently, “It’s gotta wear off somehow! Didn’t you say Sweetie saw the Tartarus damned thing?”

“Oh, y-yeah because...” Scootaloo blushed.

“No time for embarassment,” Sweetie hissed at him urgently, saying to Applejack, “Scootaloo cured me! Because he wasn’t under its spell, he could... orgasm, and that made me do it. B-because we were doing the estrus thing.”

Applejack looked at Scootaloo with hope in her eyes, but Scootaloo just tearfully declared, “I already came though! I mean, I can’t make it come out just like that, and it only worked when I squirted inside!”

He blushed again and stared at Applejack, saying, “I–I mean it’s n-natural and I just had to I mean please don’t tell Rarity she’ll freak out again.”

“You two need to have a good long talk about what’s proper,” Applejack said darkly. “But this... monster thing,”

“Demon,” Spike corrected.

“This demon is makin’ ponies do that?” Applejack asked. “I won’t even look at the thing. Just tell me where she is, so I cain pull her out of that! Granny and Big Mac are safe, but ah caint let that happen to mah lil’ Apple Bloom!”

“But how do we cure her?” Sweetie pleaded. “It won’t feel any better if she’s close or far away from it, if Scootaloo already did his colt thing!”

“Well, um,” somepony said.

“M-maybe it doesn’t need to be me!” Scootaloo suggested hopefully, “We just have to find a colt who hasn’t gotten gotten yet!”

“Hey, uh...” somepony said again.

“But where are we going to find a colt now?” Sweetie argued with Scootaloo.

“Hey, I’m—” that pony continued to say.

“Maybe we can search the houses,” Scootaloo pondered. “There’s gotta be somepony!

“Hey!” Dinky shouted startling the lot of them.

“I’m still here, you know,” he said a bit sullenly, tossing that blonde mane of his.

“Oh my gosh that’s perfect!” Sweetie Belle squeaked excitedly staring at Dinky.

“Alright,” Applejack cut in firmly, “Alright ah cain’t believe ah’m saying this, but here’s the plan. I’m gonna drag Apple Bloom back screamin’ and hollerin’, and you’re gonna... d-do your thing to my baby sister. And—and it’s fine and... oh golly this is so bucked up.”

“It might not have got her yet,” Sweetie said, “You need to hurry!”

“She doesn’t know though,” Scootaloo said worriedly, “She’s gonna look right at it!”

“Just—stay here, alla you,” Applejack said firmly. “Ah’ll get her, and be back, and for better or for worse, we’ll... do what we need to do.”

“I’m coming with you,” Scootaloo said, stepping forward. “I can at least help drag her!”

“And risk that... hullabaloo happining to you too?” Applejack said disapprovingly. “Ah cain’t drag two foals outta the fray!”

“Oh! I’m immune,” Scootaloo explained. “I stared right at His big... gold um... thing, and it didn’t happen to me. So I can watch out for Him, so you don’t have to look at the thing!”

“It must be why Twilight needs you!” Spike pointed out. “You’re the key to stopping Him!”

“See? So you have to let me go into Ponyville!” Scootaloo declared, puffing his chest out

“Ah don’t see we have much choice about it,” Applejack agreed unhappily, pulling her hat brim down. “You ain’t gonna overpower mah sister on your own though, if’n she’s in a fugue, so ah’m comin’ with you. Just... just don’t make me regret this.”

“You won’t, I promise!” Scootaloo chirped, charging out and down the stairs. “Now c’mon, and let’s go rescue Apple Bloom!”

The sounds of the beast outside the Golden Oaks library seemed to be getting closer. Rainbow Dash was trying to pour out a line of salt in the pattern Twilight wanted, but the unicorn kept adjusting the lines that Dash left, with her hoof because it was some kind of magically reactive salt so she couldn’t use her horn on it. “Ish fie,” Rainbow said grumpily to the pony who was practically stepping on Rainbow’s mouthiwork, despite the pegasus’s ability to, you know, fly above the ground.

“Rarity should have been here by now,” Twilight answered, making both of their blood run cold. “Where is Scootaloo?” she said. “We need him here, somehow.”

“Well I can’t get him, because you said I’d freaking explode if I see His demon wang,” Rainbow Dash said irritably, after spitting the salt shaker to the ground.

“And I can’t risk it, because I’m the only one studied enough to perform the incantation,” Twilight growled back. “What do you expect of me?”

“To be a hero?” Dash retorted. “To save the day?”

“If I could teleport to the orphanage, I might stand a chance at finding him,” Twilight whined at Dash’s stinging words. “But I can’t. I’m not that powerful. I’m... I’m just a student, for goodness sake! I can’t be like Starswirl and Moondancer and—and I just don’t have the magical range, okay? I can’t be a hero, because I’m not! I’m just a unicorn, Rainbow Dash.”

“Well, can’t you send a scroll to him or something?” Rainbow said with a stomp. “We need him here, and everything will work out great.”

“I only know how to send a scroll to Spike!” Twilight said plaintively. “Dragonfire can send a scroll, and I use a like-to-like charm with reverse polarity to return one he’s sent, just like the princess does, but only dragonfire could send it to Scootaloo! I could—I mean, there is one thing I could try, but it probably wouldn’t even work, and I... I don’t want to... scare you.”

Twilight gave Rainbow Dash an oddly lonely look.

“Me? Scared?” Rainbow Dash snapped. “Let me tell you scared. Scared is being as big as a blimp, so big that I should’ve exploded and died and all I can do is lay there wishing for the stupid thing to get out of me! Scared is being hounded by nightmares all the time, lost for days or—or whatever, and all I could see were the faces of everypony who ever hated me, until Pinkie broke the spell. If you’re gonna tell me that you’re really Nightmare Moon in disguise than yeah, I’m gonna be scared, and I’m gonna kick your tail all the way back to the moon. But otherwise, I think we’ve got something much scarier going on out there than anything some egghead unicorn could cook up.”

A pause for thought, and a horrified Rainbow Dash zipped up to Twilight’s face, pleading with her, “Please don’t prove me wrong. I didn’t mean it!”

“It’s—ackth” Twilight blinked back a pace, telling the frightened Rainbow Dash, “You’re right, it isn’t that scary. It’s just kind of... I just need you to... okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

Twilight snapped a scroll out of the drawer, dipped a quill and inked a hasty message. Rolling it up and putting the burnproof seal on it, Twilight held it aloft in front of her, and tried to concentrate. It’d been so long since she had had to do anything like this, she could barely remember how to do it. Maybe if she held out another decade or two, it would have proceeded to be forgotten entirely. But they were out of options, and they needed Scootaloo here at all costs.

She looked at Rainbow Dash, who was looking at Twilight with worry, probably because the lilac unicorn was just standing there floating the scroll in front of her like an idiot. “Sorry, it’s just been a while,” she said abashedly, trying to summon up the courage to... do the one thing she was not supposed to do.

“Could you turn around?” Twilight asked Rainbow Dash. Dash cocked her head, and Twilight admitted with a nervous laugh, “It’s kind of embarassing...”

Rainbow Dash didn’t look comfortable with this at all, but she turned her back on Twilight, and it was now or never. Closing her eyes, Twilight just tried to throw caution to the wind and do it. Her inner conscience was screaming at her to show some restraint, but maybe... just this once, she wouldn’t have to.

Scootaloo’s wings buzzed hard with his heavy cargo, but this was still the fastest way into Ponyville, so both of them took advantage of it. Applejack herself was trying to stay upright, hanging on as she sat in the CMC’s red wagon, with Scootaloo at the helm driving them both forward as fast as his wings could take them.

He didn’t feel any pride in being faster than the farm pony. Applejack was a bruiser of a mare, but she was more deliberate than she was fast. As-is she could scarcely hold her hat onto her head once they made it to the main road and he started accelerating towards the town.

“I see it!” Scootaloo shouted, though the demon was even bigger than the rooftops now, so it was almost impossible not to see.

“Do you see her?!” Applejack shouted back, tightening her grip on the hat shading her eyes. It didn’t seem like the wisest idea to him, but Scootaloo had to admit, if the dearly departed spirit of Moorella couldn’t protect Applejack’s eyes from this demon thing, then nothing would!

“I’m—” Scootaloo said as a rolled up scroll smacked him in the face. With barely a glance as the trash fell behind him, Scootaloo replied, “I’m looking!” He squinted through his goggles through the wind whipping past searching for a red and yellow filly with a big pink bow. The affected ponies were moving as a whole, like the demon was calling to them! That was probably part of the demon thing, but they were all gravitating towards wherever he strode, their writhing bodies narrowly dodging his cloven hooves.

A flash of yellow and red and he shouted, “I see her!” Zooming up to the edge of the growing disaster, there was Apple Bloom crying out in desperate need as her senses were dazzled by a... mare who thought ahead, apparantly, and had a double ended dildo with her, the larger wine colored mare slamming her rear together with Apple Bloom’s again and again.

“Get me outta sight of that thing!” Applejack shouted, and Scootaloo obligingly pulled around to the side of a building that faced away from the demon.

“Okay, you can look, I think!” Scootaloo whispered cautiously. With the screams and moans of passion all around he probably didn’t have anything to worry about. But Applejack peeked under her hat, and immediately blushed red at what two ponies were... wow, they were really going at it.

“Where’s Apple Bloom?” Applejack hissed to Scootaloo, snapping Scootaloo out of his trance.

“She’s around the corner, but don’t look!” Scootaloo asserted, looking around the corner himself. “It’s like, right in view of her!”

“Well what’re we gonna do then?” Applejack said crossly, “Ah cain’t handle a crazy filly if ah’m goin’ in blind!”

With a pause for thought, Scootaloo said, “I’m gonna get her to come over here.”

“What? How?” Applejack said. “You think you cain drag her this far? These ponies are crazy with lust!”

“I’m um... I don’t know what you call it, but trust me,” Scootaloo said informatively. “Sorry.” Then, he zipped around the corner to execute operation Be a Friggin Colt For Once.

“Hey, Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo shouted to the filly, sauntering up to her and... hoping Apple Bloom was conscious enough to see him. “Guess what I have?”

“Wha–a—?” Apple Bloom vaguely choked out as the harsh breaths spat out of her from endless exercise of her nethers.

“See all this colt stuff, Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo said, blushing red but lifting up his tail and trying to wiggle his rear in her direction, right in her nose. “Pretty good, huh?” he said teasingly.

“I—I...I...” Apple Bloom was at least focusing on him now. Well, on his groin at least.

Scootaloo lifted a leg, just enough that you couldn’t see under it, purring, “Gosh, if only a filly were here for me to mount. Somepony who wants me real bad.”

“I want—I—Scootaloo ah want you!” Apple Bloom shrieked, tearing away from the mare who was pounding her rear, and charging at Scootaloo full tilt. Along with three other mares, and a filly. Uh oh.

Scootaloo came gallopping around the corner, shouting at Applejack, “Get ready to grab her!” He jumped on his scooter then, and prayed to Celestia for this not to all go horrible wrong. Apple Bloom was first around the corner, and Applejack snagged her, shouting, “Got her!” above the suddenly screaming, struggling filly.

“Eyes down!” Scootaloo shouted back, engaging his wings as a hoard of females or others who preferred the male form came hot on Apple Bloom’s heels. As Scootaloo powered away, Apple Bloom’s keening wail reached a frightening volume, and then abruptly cut off, as Applejack struck her alongside the head, and Apple Bloom slumped bonelessly against her. At the same time the ponies pursuing Scootaloo also cut off their pursuit and ran frantically back in the other direction. They were leaving! They were going to make it! Giving a hoarse cry, Applejack tumbled off the side of the wagon, landing hard on the dirt road. Wait—!

Scootaloo swerved around, but Applejack shouted, “Go! Get her outta here! Ah—it’s getting worse the further ah get! Oh Celestia ah think he’s movin’ away!” Applejack’s hind legs squeezed together as tears came to her eyes from the effort of just laying there and not doing anything. Apple Bloom was lying limply in Scootaloo’s wagon, completely unconscious from the looks of it.

“Ah think it got me!” Applejack shouted, helplessly jamming a hoof between her legs. “Just go! Get her to—unh—safety, and then get to nnh Twilight an’ make this right!”

“But—”

“Go!” she screamed passionately. “Or ah’ll buck you mahself!”

Scootaloo blinked back tears and jumped on his scooter. Applejack was struggling to her hooves, but she wasn’t chasing him as he buzzed away. No, she was running right for the demon.

Scootaloo cursed himself for ever agreeing to this. Now they lost Applejack, and if Apple Bloom ever woke up, they’d lose her too! Could the evil demon magic make her wake up? Probably, considering what it had done so far! He just powered away from Ponyville, hoping against hope that Apple Bloom didn’t wake up, and wouldn’t go completely insane the moment she did. It gets worse the further away you are? What’s the limit of it? Could he get her to where she needed to be in time?

Yes, it turns out. Yes, he could. Scootaloo came crashing up to the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse, not even waiting for his scooter to stop before he jumped off and grabbed Apple Bloom, heaving her up on his back and climbing the ramp.

“You have to do her!” Scootaloo shouted, throwing Apple Bloom at his feet, and startling Dinky half to death.

Panting for breath, Scootaloo repeated, “You have to... do her. She can’t wake up like this!” He entreated the other girly colt, saying, “Applejack knocked her out, but I don’t know for how long, and it gets worse when you’re far away, and we’re really far away! So I’m sorry but you have to... to ejaculate in her before she wakes up. If you can finish, then I think—I hope it’ll fix her!”

With a heady blush, Dinky said, “N-no problem, but um... can I um... could you not watch, maybe? It’s kind of embarassing...”

Blinking, Scootaloo nodded sharply, and Sweetie Belle was there beside him as he headed out of the clubhouse, while Spike was already running full tilt down the ramp shouting, “Don’t want to see it don’t want to see any more!”

Scootaloo and Sweetie waited up there however, until they heard Dinky shout huskily, “OK! I’m—I’m doing it!” When they went in, they found the grunting colt wasn’t referring to ejaculating though, just erection, and penetration. He had Apple Bloom cradled beneath him, with hooves braced, and his lavender knees pumping to roll his hips against hers again and again. Dinky’s rod was already thick, and slick with the juices of the filly he was entering, when it could be seen.

“Be...” Dinky gasped, “Be done in a sec.”

The two settled down to watch with concern, wary of Apple Bloom’s twisting brow, or her confused murmurs. She was already on her way to regaining consciousness it looked like. “Don’t slow down at all, but think about trying to stop yourself,” Scootaloo said to Dinky. “It... it makes it go faster.”

A low moan was all confirmation Dinky gave, as the lavender colt continued to quietly pump his dick in the filly. Hugging her to him and breathing hard, Dinky’s thrusts all too slowly grew more erratic and urgent, and finally he gave a gasping yelp, and heaved against her, his thrusts just pushing his hips against hers, as within Apple Bloom, Dinky was finishing.

And boy, did that wake up Apple Bloom! With a strangled yelp, her eyes snapped open, and rolled back in her head as her legs kicked spasmodically. Dinky held tight against her as the filly practically gurgled in relief, her whole body writhing against him convulsively at the storm within her thighs, while the determined colt pumped every drop of his pent up lust into his filly.

A few more moments, and Sweetie Belle said, “Is she...”

“Yeah,” Dinky said, swallowing dryly as he adjusted his hold on the insensate filly laying against him. “Still going, too.”

“I think she’s gonna be okay then,” Sweetie said with relief. “The demon’s magic stopped working when I orgasmed.”

“So, you mean if any ponies could finish, they’d stop having to do it, but nopony ever can?” Scootaloo said in astonishment. “That’s... that’s really evil.”

“Mrbl,” Apple Bloom contributed intelligently.

Dinky held Apple Bloom close to him, until her body relaxed at last, and her eyes slid open in serene pleasure. “Dinky...?” she asked distantly, as if not sure that he was real. “Oh Celestia, what... how did you save me?”

“I... um...” Dinky blushed and pulled away a little, just enough to slip out of her.

“It breaks the demon’s spell, I think,” Scootaloo said to a recovering Apple Bloom, “If a colt finishes inside you. And uh, if a colt finishes, I guess. I don’t know how you’d make a colt stop doing it. But the entire town is stuck there, just...”

“Doin’ it forever...” Apple Bloom said morosely, the flustered filly looking in genuine fear toward where Ponyville would be.

“Yeah, and I’m the... the only one who is immune,” Scootaloo said. He put a hoof on Apple Bloom’s shoulder, saying honestly to her, “Listen, if you’re okay, I gotta go find miss Twilight. She needs me to break the spell for everypony.”

“You... you gotta go!” Apple Bloom said struggling to sit up against Dinky’s lavender side. “You go right now! Ya don’t know what it feels like! You gotta stop it before everypony feels even one more second of that!”

“We’re just... going to stay here,” Sweetie said anxiously. “You’re gonna have to find her... alone.”

She and Apple Bloom shared a look that Scootaloo couldn’t understand, but he suspected the vast majority of Ponyville could. They were genuinely spooked by what had happened.

“Yeah, I figured,” Scootaloo said sympathetically. “But no problem, right? I don’t have to go near Him or anything.”

“Just be careful,” Sweetie said, “I don’t think you’re immune to getting stomped on.”

Scootaloo had to smile at that. “I think I can manage that, at least,” he said wryly. Then he just turned and galloped down the clubhouse ramp. His scooter was still hitched to the wagon, but Scootaloo tore it loose of the wagon for more speed. Jumping on his ride, and revving up his wings, the world sped around him.

Third time’s the charm!