Friends forever

Scootaloo stared down with wide open eyes full of fright, at a very receptive and eager Sweetie Belle. She lay before him with curls in disarray, in her very own bed, as his penis orgasmed and he didn’t pull out. Sweetie herself almost orgasmed again right then and there, when she knew that Scootaloo was orgasming. He knew, and he was still did it!

Hot pulses started to flood her insides, Scootaloo’s penis blasting against her strongly in there. He grunted tensely with every spurt like it was being torn out of him. It literally was forcing him to do it. And still he looked down to her, and still he did it, and he knew what he was doing! “Scootaloo, I feel your foal~” Sweetie cooed to him senselessly. He just looked so scared—he was... she was... they were making a foal.

Sweetie held Scootaloo steady while the climax took him over, making Scootaloo for the moment nothing but a quivering, frightened, orange furred, spurting machine. The only sound was the creaking of the windmill. He couldn’t stop it any more than she could now. She’d have to tell him soon that it had been out of their hooves long before tonight, but for now Sweetie was filled with the hope that he really loved her enough to do this to her.

He wouldn’t get angry when he found out, and say he would never have done it if he knew, and leave her all alone. The evidence for that was a strangely pleasant squirming slime deep inside Sweetie Belle’s hips. Scootaloo’s slime, with Scootaloo’s seed in it. She told him, and he did it. The seed was planted within her, that made Sweetie from an ordinary filly into a fertile garden. Scootaloo put that in her. Maybe it would be okay then. Maybe she was just kidding herself.

Yeah, she was definitely kidding herself.

But with Scootaloo slumped against her exhaustedly, and his spent shaft still embedded in her passage, Sweetie couldn’t help but think that things were somehow going to be alright. Just for a moment they were in a perfect, peaceful serenity.

“It’s in you,” he said after he’d become still, speaking with both wonder and fatality. Then Scootaloo began to cry. He pulled out of her slickly, as Sweetie Belle sat up, keeping her hooves on the suddenly distraught pegasus. She felt full of worry, concern and guilt, despite the satisfaction of dribbling his seed out from her passage messing the sheets down the edge of her bed. That could wait though. She knew she messed up, but what had she done that was that bad? He wasn’t even close to crying when she told him, but now his mood just flipped, just like that?

“I-I’m so sorry Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, turning away tearfully, “I couldn’t stop. It just felt too good. I went and did that to you, and n-now you can’t stop it. I don’t blame you if you never ever forgive me. I let you down, I am such a stupid—”

Sweetie hugged him as hard as she could, just about licking his tears away. “You’re not, Scootaloo!” she said to him urgently, “You’re wonderful, and you’re my best friend, and you never ever let me down!”

Scootaloo didn’t even try to half heartedly push her away, saying miserably, “B-but you told me not to—”

“I didn’t tell you not to do it,” Sweetie countered smoothly.

“You actually want to be a mom?” Scootaloo asked tremulously. Sweetie hoped she hadn’t messed up again, because of the way Scootaloo stiffened against her, and turned to face her with a searching look in his eyes. “B-but you’re way too young!” he said, “It’s not something we’re s-supposed to do, and you might... I might hurt you and the foal and...”

“I don’t want to be a mommy, Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle sighed, shifting away from him in more of a defeated mood. “I only wanted to make you do that in me, because... I was scared you didn’t like me enough to actually do it. S-so if I told you I was pregnant, you would get mad and say you’d never have done it, if you knew. But you did just now, even though you knew, so you c-can’t say that.” She blushed deeply adding, “I should have t-told you before you were inside me. It doesn’t count if I waited until you already couldn’t hold back, to tell you. I just waited until you had to do it, because I was afraid you’d... I just wanted... I’m sorry...”

Scootaloo wasn’t crying anymore, and that made one of them. Sweetie wiped a pastern across her own eyes to rub away those stubborn tears. He didn’t leave her side, or stop looking at her, just sort of awkwardly patted her on the shoulder, while Sweetie tried not to humiliate herself any more than she already had. She glanced at him and he looked at her like he didn’t even understand what was going on.

“Sweetie, what’s this really about?” he asked in honest concern. “I-is this a prank or something?” She blinked at him. He... actually probably literally didn’t understand what was going on.

“Rarity told me yesterday,” Sweetie answered, turning and staring forward lost in thought, “She told me all about the white seed, and colts and fillies. I s-should have gone into estrus last week, but I didn’t because... I didn’t even know until she told me. Because of what we were doing together. I’ve been p-pregnant for a week and never even knew. We just did it on accident.”

She looked at Scootaloo sorrowfully, saying, “I’ve already got your foal in me. I was lying today, because I just wanted to know how you would feel. It’s not really a prank. Just... there was nothing I could do, since we already put tons of seed in me.”

She sighed, rubbing her belly wistfully. “I-it’s just gonna get big now, and I’ll start making m-milk, so the foal can suckle on me, and I’ll feel all those mommy feelings. It’s not bad I suppose, b-but I’ll have to carry it to school, and get teased and... and maybe I can’t even go to school if the foal misbehaves too much, so I... I just wanted to know if you’d ...help.”

“I got you pregnant?” Scootaloo said in flustered disbelief, “That’s what all that goop is for?”

“Y-yeah, because foals need a daddy. R—” Sweetie collected herself, then said more calmly, “Rarity said egg um... potential things naturally pass out of mares during estrus... that means out of the place your penis goes in. But if a stallion—or...colt puts white stuff in there, it combines and turns into a foal. There’s no other way for a filly to get pregnant. S-so that’s why every foal has a daddy.”

“Sheesh, I... never even thought about being a daddy,” Scootaloo said, shaking his head and staring forward, too.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Sweetie sighed, “So it’s okay if you don’t like me anymore, for making you be a daddy. I just don’t know what to do, and I really wanted to be friends with you and Apple Bloom and... I shouldn’t have tried to trick you into wanting it, t-too.”

“Sweetie, seriously,” Scootaloo said in a surprisingly carefree tone, hooking a hoof around her shoulders. “You think it matters just because I did that whatever squirting thing in you? I was gonna help when you first said, even when I thought you just got pregnant by yourself somehow. It doesn’t matter at all if I did it to you or not. I’m your friend. Apple Bloom is your friend! We’d help you out, even if it was... even if Diamond Tiara was the daddy! You don’t need to trick me into w-wanting to make you a mommy.

“I mean, unless you wanted me to want that,” Scootaloo added reservedly, turning to look at the floor. “It really... really made me want to do it, just... just thinking about a foal in you. I–I guess that really is how you make a foal, because I just... thinking that just made me want it so much more. I just had to do it, and it was just so exciting thinking I was doing something to you.” His hoof drifted too over Sweetie’s belly, as he said somewhat wonderingly, “All that white stuff, I never knew it was gonna... make a baby be in your belly. It really is kind of like a piece of me is in there, isn’t it?”

Sweetie nodded solemnly. “They might even be a pegasus, just like you.”

“Boy I hope not,” Scootaloo said with a roll of his eyes.

And then there was Apple Bloom, poorly hidden there in the clubhouse, getting rammed like a filly in heat by that one greyish colt in their class. “Apple Bloom, noooooo!” Scootaloo cried out, tackling Apple Bloom from the side and going down with her in a heap, as the colt fell back, his cock sliding slickly out of Apple Bloom’s vagina with a sucking sound.

“Consarnit, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom shouted, struggling with the frantic pegasus. “Get offa me! Ah saw him first!”

“Did we get him soon enough?” Sweetie eeked, pushing the colt on his belly and grabbing his cock roughly and heedlessly, trying to see if he made the white stuff yet.

“What’s going ooon?” the colt whined in utter confusion, his penis throbbing beneath the crook of Sweetie’s hooves.

“Not you too, Sweetie!” Apple Bloom said with a desperate edge to her voice, as a shoulder check sent Scootaloo flying across the clubhouse, so that Apple Bloom could run up to her colt. “I–I gotta,” Apple Bloom said putting a hoof on Sweetie but just trembling at the thought of doing her harm. “Come on Sweetie, you cain’t take it from me!” she begged her friend, “That was incredible! He was all and now ah’m so empty ah gotta put him back in me Sweetie, please!”

“Did he put stuff in you?” Sweetie asked intensely, climbing right off the colt to get in Apple Bloom’s face. “How many times did he put his penis in there?”

“Ah dunno, a lot!” Apple Bloom said in honest distress. “He kept like goin’ in and out, and we were just huggin’ and then our undersides were goin’ together! Mah bottom has been so itchy all this whole week, and it’s aching for what he did!”

“No, before now, I mean,” Sweetie said seriously. “Did he put stuff in you before now?” The colt in question was starting to edge toward the door out.

“Oh no ya don’t,” Apple Bloom said, pushing past Sweetie to accost the colt. “You’re gettin’ right back in me, right now!” Apple Bloom was so driven, that she had her rear all turned around before Sweetie and Scootaloo both managed to drag her vulnerable entrance away from this mystery colt’s face.

“You can’t, Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo shouted.

“Ah gotta!” Apple Bloom shouted back, struggling. “You don’t know what it’s like! It was the best thing ever—it was—ah’m so hungry down there!”

“Hungry.” That was enough for this greyish colt, who bolted, booking it right out of the clubhouse and down the ramp.

“Aww hayfires!” Apple Bloom practically shrieked. “Now look what y’all did!” She shrank down to her haunches, just openly weeping now all of a sudden, saying, “It’s been s-such a terrible week! And he made it all better, and ah was finally feeling good. It was amazing why can’t I even have just a moment’s peace. Ah thought you were mah friends!” she shouted angrily at the two.

Sweetie just wanted to cry too now. But Scootaloo shouted, “Just hear us out! Just calm down for one second and listen, a-and then you can go back to putting his penis in you, if you really want to.”

“Ah...” Apple Bloom huffed. “Just say it,” she said tensely, “And ah don’t care what you say, ah’m still gonna do that again, because ah need it. There’s like an inside place in me and you caint tell me ah caint go putting his...” she paused and then said defiantly, “His penis all up in mah hoo hah! It’s supposed to be there!”

Scootaloo facehooved.

“You don’t know, so that’s a good thing,” Sweetie said urgently, hugging Apple Bloom, both to make her feel better, and worried her friend was just going to run away. “It means you haven’t done it a lot, right? You never had him squirting in you, right?”

“Oh mah stars you girls... you mean he was lyin’ to me? He said he caint!” Apple Bloom said in an aghast tone. “He was all doin’ that just to pee in me? A-ah don’t want pee in there! Ah’m not a terlet!”

Scootaloo rubbed his hoof against the bridge of his nose.

“We really should have included Apple Bloom in this,” Sweetie said, looking guiltily to Scootaloo.

“Uh, no?” Scootaloo said, looking under his hoof at Sweetie like she was crazy. “Are you crazy? Then she’d be in trouble too! And I’d be in double! Applejack would kill me if I made Apple Bloom pregnant!”

Apple Bloom looked between the two of them fearfully, squeezing her back hooves together, saying, “Ah... ah don’t know what’s goin’ on, but tell me and hurry, because ah’m just so itchy down there. Ah caint even think. Y-you scared him off, so now you gotta help me!” She blushed horribly, saying, “Ah’m makin’ a fool of mahself. Ah’m sorry it ain’t civil to talk about b-bottom stuff but it’s just—he was really gonna pee in me?”

Scootaloo fidgeted, standing there in the clubhouse. “He was gonna...” he started to say, and then stopped, nostrils flaring. “It’s like... it’s not pee, but it’s something else. I can’t even pee, because I’m all stiff like that.”

“He’s right,” Sweetie put in. “We tried it once, and he had to finish before he could even think about peeing.”

“But he’s still putting stuff in you,” Scootaloo asserted.

“You girls been doin’ all this stuff without me!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, not a little indignantly. “All this time, and you had colts?!”

“W—” Sweetie frowned. “You girls...” she recited quietly, and then the light of comprehension lit in her. “Oh for the love of pete,” she snapped, grumbling at the sheer stupidity of the situation.

“I uh... never told her, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said nervously. “Heh...” He seemed really restless now, and good, because he’s been keeping it a secret from Apple Bloom. Well, not really keeping a secret, but just not telling her. Just like they weren’t telling her about all the kissing... and they weren’t telling her about all the secret inside fun...

“Scootaloo is a colt, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said in resigned candor, to her confused filly friend, the only other filly in the room.

“No she—” Apple Bloom tilted an eyebrow at an awkwardly smiling Scootaloo. “Yer kiddin’, right?” she said in calm astonishment.

“We don’t have to be only friends with fillies,” Sweetie recited. “Scootaloo is still our friend, and he’s always been this way.”

Apple Bloom struggled to her hooves, gaping openly at Scootaloo and saying, “B-but you look so... ah mean... you look so—”

“Pretty?” Sweetie Belle suggested, drawing Apple Bloom’s attention again. “Scootaloo is Scootaloo, even if he’s not like one of the dumb looking colts. He just doesn’t have as square a jaw, and is skinnier and um... rounder.”

“Yeah, sorry Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo mumbled with a blush on his face. “I uh, it’s just I didn’t want you to um... be less friends just because I was a boy.... Especially now, you’d think I was going to put it in and mess you up and stuff.”

“B-but you look just... Scootaloo as ever,” Apple Bloom said. “You mean you really been a colt all this time?”

Scootaloo didn’t answer, just turned sideways, and as he did, you could see his stiff, throbbing member hanging below his belly. It wasn’t just out, it was hard, just like Sweetie loved it before he ...went and put a foal in her, and gave her mixed feelings about it.

“W-woah, Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle said uneasily. “You’re all the way out. Why are you... out? Was somepony touching it, or something?”

“No!” Scootaloo said anxiously, “I don’t know why i-it came out. I just can’t relax for some reason. Ever since we came up here, I just... there’s just this smell that I can’t stop thinking about! Like when you get all uhm... all ready, Sweetie, but more intense. And kind of uh, appley.”

“This is amazin’” Apple Bloom contributed, her eyes glued to that cock. She swiveled her butt around then, sticking it in the air and waving her tail around perkily. “Ah don’t care if you chased him off then,” she uttered happily. “Because you can do it too! Why didn’t you tell me Scootaloo? Ah wanna feel you all pushy up in there! Ah–ahh...”

“Scootaloo’s not going to... wow, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said, seeing her friend’s winking, inflamed groin for the first time. “I didn’t know estrus was this bad!”

“Why?” Apple Bloom snapped at Sweetie irritably, “Because you’re a colt too?”

“No, because I’m...” Sweetie paused and bit her lip. “Because I’m pregnant,” she said firmly.

“What?!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, spinning and staring at Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo almost seemed relieved that she stopped pointing her bottom at him. “Since when?!”

“S-some time last week,” Sweetie murmured self consciously. “I only l-learned about it yesterday though. Rarity said that’s why I haven’t been having estrus, because the foal inside of me stops it from happening.”

“Why would a foal in you stop you from having estrus?” Apple Bloom exclaimed, and then more exasperatedly, “And why aren’t ya puttin’ it in me already, Scootaloo? You a colt or ain’t you?”

She pointed her rear end at Scootaloo again, and Scootaloo said, “I’m... um, not um... I’m not gonna I mean maybe... um...” and he actually took a shaky step towards Apple Bloom. Sweetie started to put two and two together.

“You’re not gonna impregnate her too, are you Scootaloo?” she said accusingly to the mesmerised pegasus.

That seemed to snap him out of it long enough to say, “No!” angrily, then, “I was just... you know with my... thing out, it just makes me think about it and, maybe I could just go in her a little bit?”

“You remember before, Scootaloo?” Sweetie said, butting her head in between them. “You thought you were going to impregnate me, and you didn’t stop until you were all the way done! Do you think it’ll be any different if you’re in Apple Bloom?”

“N-no...” Scootaloo mumbled, lifting up a hoof, looking so ashamed.

“What does makin’ mah insides squeal have anything to do with bein’ pregnated?” Apple Bloom exclaimed. “Ah don’t want no foal. Ah want a boy!” At least her bottom wasn’t pointed at them anymore. Sweetie faced Apple Bloom, and cleared her throat, saying clearly,

“When a filly and a colt do the special hug, that means he puts his penis inside, it—”

“Alright, just skip the lecture and tell me,” Apple Bloom snarled. Whoops, now she was presenting her vulva again. Pointing her bottom at Sweetie, no less! “Or maybe just stick it in, and then tell me!” And...nope pointing it back at Scootaloo again. She was practically shoving it in Scootaloo’s face, and Sweetie just... couldn’t figure out what to do to dissuade her!

Sweetie worried that Apple Bloom was on such a hair trigger, because of this horrible estrus thing trying to trick her into getting pregnant. Sweetie fiddled a hoof on the floor, trying to think about ...things. She had thought her innards were deceitful and tricky, but this estrus thing was even worse! You could practically tell Apple Bloom the danger point blank, and she still wouldn’t understand. Not until she was satisfied, would she know to feel any regret, and it would be too late if the seed was already in there, wriggling right up into her womb. Unless... there were another way for her to achieve satisfaction.

“Scootaloo,” Sweetie said earnestly, looking up at them, “I need you to—hey, stop!”

Sweetie jumped forward, to where Scootaloo was busily climbing up on a smug looking Apple Bloom. Pushing Scootaloo off, much to Apple Bloom’s protest, Sweetie Belle said, “Are you crazy?!”

“Yes!” Scootaloo exclaimed frantically. “I c-can’t stop thinking about it and I need to finish! And Apple Bloom is right there, and I can’t even stand it!”

“But you’ve been with me all day, and you haven’t had a problem!” Sweetie protested.

“You didn’t smell like this!” Scootaloo shot back.

Sweetie started to retort, then paused, and inhaled through her nose. It did smell really tangy... and... appley. Maybe she was immune, but it was like, making Scootaloo go into a sort of... boy estrus? Oh that would be just devilishly clever, so it probably was true. Sweetie delicately leaned her nose under Apple Bloom’s tail and sniffed yep that was where the smell was coming from.

“Apple Bloom, you have to calm down,” Sweetie said to Apple Bloom’s face of pained need. “Scootaloo does not want to put his penis in you, and you’re forcing him to.”

“No ah’m not!” Apple Bloom said disbelievingly. “Ah’m just standing here!”

“A-and moving your p-parts in and out,” Scootaloo said tensely, a shiver going through his body as he saw it happen. “I-it’s like you’re calling me in t-there.”

“Ah am literally calling you in there, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said in a slightly unsettled tone. “But ah didn’t know that doin’ nng—this was like that too,” she demonstrated by winking, and Scootaloo actually reared up against Sweetie, but then pulled himself back. “Do it, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom shouted in limp maned, dissheveled, utter frustration.

Sweetie pushed Scootaloo back again and he looked at her anxiously. “S-sorry Sweetie I’m trying,” Scootaloo said. “It’s just I... I don’t want to make Apple Bloom pregnant! What do I do?”

Apple Bloom managed to see the two of them fighting to keep Scootaloo away, the struggle and Scootaloo’s frightened face getting through to her lust addled mind, and she asked waveringly, “Y-you really don’t wanna do this, an’ ah’m forcing you to?”

“Estrus is forcing you to,” Sweetie explained urgently, “And you are forcing Scootaloo to. It’s like Scootaloo is getting estrus, because of what you smell like.”

“What do ah do?!” Apple Bloom whimpered unhappily, the tip of her tail switching in the air. “Ah don’t wanna hurt nopony, ah just...”

“Just trust me Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said. “First, just lower your tail. The estrus is forcing you to lift it, because how pretty you look down there, so it can force Scootaloo to do what he doesn’t want.” Apple Bloom did so, very reluctantly, and the way Scootaloo relaxed against Sweetie indicated that she was onto something about this contagious estrus thing. “Okay, okay I think I know what to do,” Sweetie continued curtly. “Scootaloo, you need to get out of here, so you’ll feel better when you can’t smell her anymore.”

“D-dunno about better, but yeah, I’d feel lots less... climb uppy and shove inny,” Scootaloo admitted.

“Well, don’t worry about that,” Sweetie dismissed. “Once we help Apple Bloom then it’ll be okay again. I need you to go to the boutique as fast as you can, and under my bed there is a box. And in the box is a... rubber thing, shaped like a penis. Rarity gave it to me for my estrus, and this is why I think.” She looked worriedly at the quivering Apple Bloom, who was trying to curl herself into a ball at this point as if she could contain the desire in herself just by physically closing herself off. “Just get the box,” she instructed. “And hurry. Apple Bloom really really needs a penis right now.”

Apple Bloom mumbled something to the affirmative from where her hooves were covering her blushing red face.

“A-alright Apple Bloom, don’t worry I’ll do whatever you need to get better!” Scootaloo said, and trotted out the door and down the ramp. With a buzz of wind, his wings engaged, and you could hear him taking his scooter straight out of Apple Acres all the way to town. Sweetie sighed, and sat down beside a still trembling Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle didn’t know if she could take care of a foal herself, but it sure made her life a lot easier, having one in there. She wondered if you could maybe just... pause one, or if a spell could pretend to be one, for any fillies who want to feel more in control of their actions.

It’s funny, because Sweetie felt more in control of her actions than the trembling Apple Bloom, but Apple Bloom was more in control of her body than Sweetie Belle! Apple Bloom’s body was trying to take away control, sure, but Sweetie no longer even had control at all. Even though she just felt normal, she couldn’t stop growing a foal inside her. And she’d have to eat more soon, and she couldn’t stop that. And she couldn’t stop making milk for it. And then when the foal came out, as far as Rarity explained at least, Sweetie wouldn’t be able to stop pushing it out.

She felt kind of sorry for the foal for that. She hoped she could teach her foal that she didn’t mean to push her out, that it just is something you have to do. Like a sneeze, sort of. Yeah, even foals could sneeze, so she’d be like, “Sweetier Belle, sorry I squeezed you so hard, but it was just like when you sneeze, so that’s why I couldn’t just let you stay inside.”

Sweetie... was going to have to name the foal. She really didn’t look forward to that. Sweetie was absolutely terrible with names. Maybe Scootaloo would have a better idea than Sweetier Belle. Or if it’s a colt uh... Swaytie Ball... yeah definitely going to go with some other pony’s idea. Rarity might know a good one too. Sweetie Belle was her idea after all. The name, not the foal.

Sweetie blushed heavily as she realized, and it really sort of never hit her before that even though she couldn’t remember it, Sweetie Belle had once been inside a womb too. She’d been all curled up inside her mother, just like the foal was inside her right now. It... he or she wouldn’t remember Sweetie Belle’s womb either, but the foal in Sweetie was going to be a real pony, just like Sweetie Belle. It was going to remember her, and the soft taste of her milk, and it was going to wonder about the foal in its belly one day. If it’s a filly, at least. Sweetie kind of wished that she could be the same age as her foal, so she could be friends with her, and tell her all about what she was discovering from day to day about... being pregnant and... stuff.

“Oh, hurry up Scootaloo, please,” Apple Bloom exclaimed, snapping Sweetie out of her maternally bizarre thoughts. Bloom had gone to the window, leaning on it with her forehooves, and just quivering from the waist down. A trickle of moisture leaked from Apple Bloom’s turgid petals and trailed down her leg, to join the dribble she’d been leaking ever since her first penetration. Sweetie squirmed her own hips sympathetically. Apple Bloom was having so much trouble, and Sweetie knew the feeling, if not the intensity. And despite being so very horny, Apple Bloom wasn’t even rubbing it, oddly enough. Wait, she knew, right?

“You can rub it, you know,” Sweetie suggested to Apple Bloom.

“Rub it?” Apple Bloom asked, looking at her uncomprehendingly.

“Yeah, your um... entrance, with all the tickly parts,” Sweetie said, astonished at Apple Bloom’s not having discovered this, but just acting casual for fear of upsetting her friend even further. “I did that a lot after Scootaloo made me um... go over,” Sweetie said, so casually.

“Go over...?” Apple Bloom asked vaguely, and just... started rubbing her bottom on a... chair? “Ah guess this is nice,” she said uncertainly, “It shore is itchy! A-ah mean, um...” She blushed and looked away from Sweetie, saying “Ah get itchy, aind there ain’t nothin’ g-gross about it.” Then her humping knocked the chair over with a clatter. “Horsefeathers!” Apple Bloom exclaimed in consternation, as it fell away from her petals.

“Here, let me help,” Sweetie said, trotting over and bracing up the chair so Apple Bloom could indent her messy folds on the painted wood. “But I just use my hoof so I dunno.”

“Y— your hoof?” Apple Bloom grunted, the force of her shoving, practically bowling both Sweetie and the chair over.

“Y-yeah, and I think you’re pushing too hard. You have to slide it gently,” Sweetie instructed desperately.

“How do ah, um...” Apple Bloom paused, then stuck her forehoof experimentally between her legs, and started sliding it along her nether region curiously. “Oh... oh! This is nice!” she exclaimed, rubbing her hoof on her vulva, and smearing that slimy excretion all around them. “S-so ah just rub it?”

Sweetie was really starting to get excited... between her own legs. It was weird, because she wasn’t even a colt, but from where Sweetie was bracing the chair, Apple Bloom’s humid slit was right there by Sweetie’s muzzle. Sweetie wondered if maybe fillies aren’t completely immune to catching estrus. It did have to be somewhat shareable, for it to be so synchronized, right? But one way or another, she found herself drawn to Apple Bloom’s clumsy unpracticed rubbing of her genitals. Apple Bloom was so horny that she just stood there, completely ignoring the fact she had her butt hanging right in Sweetie Belle’s face. She just rubbed away forgetting herself, with pleased noises ekeing out of her in little mumbles and grunts. Just a tiny distance away from Sweetie Belle’s soft lips...

“I-I could... h-help...” Sweetie stuttered, and Apple Bloom shivered at that like she were struck by lightning. And Sweetie realized then, Apple Bloom reacted that way because when Sweetie said ‘help,’ her breath was blown right against her friend’s needy underside. That’s how sensitive Apple Bloom was feeling right now.

Apple Bloom turned to Sweetie with wide eyes, and said, “Ah f-f-forgot you were there. S-sorry Sweetie, didn’t mean to, ah mean... you don’t mind? Ah mean ...what?”

“I could um... help your bottom, by touching it too,” Sweetie mumbled.

Apple Bloom looked hesitant, saying, “Is... that an alright thing to do? Ah mean... you an’ Scootaloo done that? I–I don’t rightly mind, and it does ah mean, ah dunno if’n you want to...”

Sweetie responded by deliberately laying her hoof on the hindquarters of her sorely neglected friend. She stroked Apple Bloom gently, away from her folds, saying, “It’ll be fine, see? Just relax, and rub your teats.”

“But what about mah... tickly rumply things?” Apple Bloom said, not pulling her hoof away from her vulva.

“I...” Sweetie gulped. “I’ll take care of those.” Apple Bloom hesitated, but moved her hoof, her hot nether lips left free to hover before Sweetie’s giddily blushing muzzle.

“Oh!” Apple Bloom then exclaimed in realization, “Because you can use a hoof too!”

“S-something like that,” Sweetie said, licking her lips dryly. She hoped it wouldn’t be bad... Scootaloo sure seemed to enjoy doing it to her at least. The more Sweetie Belle smelled Apple Bloom, the more she liked this tart appley estrusy smell coming out of her friend’s most intimate place. And Apple Bloom’s bottom was sort of inflamed and throbby and scary looking, but... it was the same body parts Sweetie had, and you couldn’t be scared of your own bottom!

So Apple Bloom removed her hoof, and tilted forward slightly, pressing her frog down on one of her teats, and sort of depressing it experimentally. “Uhn... that’s kinda nice, ah guess...?” she murmured.

“I-it’s nice when your nipples stick up, if you um... rub them,” Sweetie suggested. “Anyway, j-just relax. Scootaloo will be here soon, and I can... help you until then.”

Sweetie had never been this close... to a filly’s inside place before. Scootaloo’s penis place wasn’t wet or rumpled like this, and Apple Bloom didn’t have any balls to lick, but she sure did have a pretty slit that divided where her strong hips came together. And Sweetie sure did know what kind of licking a place like that loved more than anything. Sweetie’s own filly place was not something she could easily see without the aid of a mirror. Apple Bloom’s though, it was right there... just like Sweetie but—but Apple Bloom.

And not pregnant, if that made any difference.

“Okay, Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said relatively evenly. The stimulation was calming her down, and making her feel more like herself. That’s exactly what Sweetie Belle wanted! She stuck her tongue out at Apple Bloom’s groin, and just took a nervously tentative lick.

Apple Bloom stiffened from hoof to bow. “W-wow Sweetie,” she said, unsurely, “Your hoof felt all... soft...”

Sweetie couldn’t help but grin at that. “My hoof...” she mumured, “Heh.” Before Apple Bloom could question her, Sweetie just started. She gave another tentative lick, and it was lots less gross than it should have been. Apple Bloom’s petals were so warm against Sweetie’s tongue. Did Sweetie feel warm to Scootaloo when he was licking her? Sweetie licked more strongly, and when she pulled her tongue away she realized she could taste that juicy sort of tangy sweetness, with a hidden undertone of something oddly metallic. It was something you could lick up and taste. Scootaloo had always said it was, and now Sweetie was confirming that, firsthoof.

Sweetie brought her tongue, and lips, into play. She explored this mysterious groove in Apple Bloom’s hips, something Sweetie herself had, but had never been so able to explore. “S-S-Sweetie—!” Apple Bloom sort of coughed out in surprise, and Sweetie smiled at the thought that she was making Apple Bloom feel the same as when Scootaloo did it to her. She didn’t give Apple Bloom a moment’s pause though, not just yet.

Apple Bloom’s wrinkly vulva were blushy red and puffy, and got even slicker, the more Sweetie licked them. Her fur ended on the outer ones, with nothing but bright pink flesh beneath it. What Sweetie found fascinating is that Apple Bloom’s vulva covered an area much broader than her actual entrance. There was a teeny depth you could penetrate into Apple Bloom with your tongue, that was just the protective surface lips. Underneath, was a smooth, pink, wet wall of flesh, firm to the touch but very hot. Sweetie’s tongue traced over two holes in it... a teeny little one, that made Apple Bloom squeak, and a scrunched up big one at the top.

Sweetie loved this, but she only wanted to do it a little bit, since she didn’t really want to trick Apple Bloom into thinking that this was Sweetie Belle’s hoof. It was important that Apple Bloom understand what Sweetie was doing, as well as feel the relief from it. So Sweetie tongued the bottom of the area, right where Apple Bloom’s vulva came together, and sure enough there was a round nub there, for Sweetie Belle’s tongue to slide slipperily along. It was smaller than Sweetie expected, but the effect was not. A surprised shriek belted out of Apple Bloom when Sweetie did, and Apple Bloom just started shaking in place. That’s when Sweetie left her alone and pulled her mouth free from Apple Bloom’s lips.

“Pretty good, huh Apple Bloom?” Sweetie said cheekily, peeking around Apple Bloom’s hindquarters.

“Y-y-y-y-you were usin’ your mouth!” Apple Bloom said almost accusingly.

“Mouths are way better than hooves,” Sweetie chirped. “And not just for holding tools!”

“T-that... ah caint get mah mouth down there,” Apple Bloom whined insecurely.

“But I can,” Sweetie countered in a chiding tone. “So... enjoy.”

Sweetie retracted her head behind Apple Bloom again, and started grooming Apple Bloom’s vulva, sliding her tongue up the inside edge of one and down the other. If Apple Bloom felt confused or vulnerable or angry about this, it was too bad, because Sweetie was going to lick her so much she couldn’t protest.

What Sweetie did was so validating to herself. Sweetie’s own petals had to be just as soft and wet as Apple Bloom’s here, and that meant Scootaloo’s tongue was just as pleased and not grossed out as Sweetie Belle found her own. She practically pushed her nose into Apple Bloom, whuffling excitedly as she explored the filly’s inner flesh, and also her own sexuality.

Apple Bloom shuddered on her hooves as she started getting the Sweetie treatment, and said, well, barely managed to say, “A-ah don’t want colts no more...”

Sweetie wasn’t sure if it was a joke, but... either way she was happy. Apple Bloom was so fun to lick down here! Sweetie Belle chastised herself again for never doing this before. Of course it would be fun. They were supposed to be all three best friends, not just two! Sweetie eagerly spread apart those petals with her lips, and then extended her tongue forward again.

She laid it along that scrunched up entrance to Apple Bloom’s pelvis. The place where a boy goes, to make you pregnant. Not inside it, but just against it, sliding her tongue along its slimy surface. It quivered when Sweetie’s tongue touched it. Apple Bloom’s squeezy thing! It wasn’t really the squeezy thing, Sweetie knew from her own experience. But those flutters she felt inside her, when Scootaloo’s tongue grazed over her entrance, that was what Sweetie Belle was seeing happen to Apple Bloom right now.

Sweetie really wanted to learn more about what was happening to Apple Bloom, deep inside. She loved it when Scootaloo did it to her, so Sweetie was confident in her efforts. She dipped her tongue in, finding Apple Bloom’s entrance as pliable and stretchy as you’d expect. Sweetie swirled her tongue around the edge of it, pulling it open even as it slid back when her tongue changed directions.

“That’s—the colt was—your tongue is goin’ oh mah stars you’re stretching me!” Apple Bloom belted out, when Sweetie started tonguing her entrance. Encouraged by this, Sweetie started sliding in deeper, licking Apple Bloom’s juices deeper inside her. Sweetie now understood what Scootaloo meant about her insides being hot. Apple Bloom was like an oven in there. All slimy and syrupy, but just glowing with her body heat, hotter than you’d think the inside of a filly would feel.

Sweetie could only go so deep into Apple Bloom. Oh no, ponies do indeed have very long and dextrous tongues. The only reason she had to stop because she found Apple Bloom’s inner limits. When Sweetie kissed up desperately close to her friend’s rear end, she slid her tongue in Apple Bloom as far as she could, and there it... just met a point of resistance, a pocket of flesh where Apple Bloom’s passage terminated. Tongues weren’t stiff like penises, so they couldn’t stretch you out as nicely, but they could sure get all the way to the back of you.

Apple Bloom was just standing in place, leaning stiffly into Sweetie’s muzzle, wailing out senselessly, “Ah cain’t! Ah caint feel any better! L-lickin’ mah... Swee... what are ya doin’ ta me?! You’re lickin’ mah belly button! Ah cain’t—ah... ahh...”

Apple Bloom was going to orgasm, immediately, that much was clear. A trick that Scootaloo liked to do to really make her squeal popped into Sweetie’s head though, and she moved quickly. With her tongue pressed right up against the back of Apple Bloom’s inexperienced, uncoordinatedly flexing vagina, Sweetie started flicking just the tip of her tongue, seeking that sensitive spot that—Apple Bloom orgasmed, hard.

This was also a new experience to Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom hadn’t practiced enough to know much about squeezing down her inner passage, but the orgasm doesn’t take any practice at all. It just happens to you. So Sweetie was astounded to feel the quivering flesh she was licking suddenly become a steely wall, crushing her tongue in the tightest hug, and then going completely slack again, and then clenching down, and then going slack.

It wasn’t just a uniform motion either. What happened to Apple Bloom rippled up from the outside to the in. And Scootaloo was right. It really did sort of pull you inside more, with every contraction. It made Sweetie moan, to think of her inside place, pulling Scootaloo in more and more, just begging to be filled up with Scootaloo’s seed. No wonder Scootaloo couldn’t hold back, if this was what Sweetie Belle’s passage did.

Wasn’t only confined to Apple Bloom’s passage either. Apple Bloom’s thighs were twitching to the same rhythm, and her tail was bobbing up in a jerky motion. The rest of Apple Bloom was so still, not because she wasn’t excited, Sweetie knew, but because she was so wracked with pleasure, like a salmon in a waterspout. Apple Bloom couldn’t even move, was just trying to stand there and clench compulsively, without knowing exactly why she had to do it.

Sweetie Belle was sure that what happened to her was happening to Apple Bloom, right this very moment. Sweetie could see Apple Bloom acting just like she did. She could watch Apple Bloom fall into those quiet paroxysms of pleasure, feeling those clenches of Apple Bloom’s in more than a little awe. Something so incredible to Sweetie, now she gave Apple Bloom that very same feeling.

When Apple Bloom’s clenches faded to quivering again, Sweetie pulled her tongue out. Her muzzle was so wet with Apple Bloom’s juices, her chin fur was just about soaked! Sweetie didn’t lick Apple Bloom more just yet, but nuzzled her friend’s bottom encouragingly, letting Apple Bloom come down at her own pace. Apple Bloom still took a while to respond, but Sweetie knew from experience that Apple Bloom would come out of it slowly, as the pleasure faded gradually into a sense of relief.

When she thought that Apple Bloom could respond, Sweetie peeked around behind the filly and repeated herself with a silly grin. “Pretty good, huh?”

“That...” Apple Bloom said incoherently. “I... mah hips... all like... ah couldn’t even...”

“It’s crazy isn’t it?” Sweetie gushed eagerly. “Don’t you just love when that happens?”

“It...” Apple Bloom turned to look at Sweetie in absolute astonishment. “What was that?” she exclaimed heatedly.

Sweetie blinked. “You didn’t know?” she asked uneasily. Self consciously, Sweetie rubbed her chin with the side of a hoof, smearing the Apple Bloom juice off of it.

“Didn’t know?!” Apple Bloom said. “Ah was explodin’ is what that was! Ah ain’t never even felt mah ...in there before, and it was moving an’ ah couldn’t stop because your tongue was makin’ me do it!”

“Oh Apple Bloom, that’s the best part!” Sweetie cheered. “Where your inside place squeezes all on its own, and you can’t stop feeling good. That’s why me and Scootaloo liked it so much. We just couldn’t get enough! You didn’t know you could... do that?”

“If I’da known it felt like that,” Apple Bloom huffed, brushing aside a limply sweaty lock of cherry red hair, “Ah would begged you two to join!”

“Sorry,” Sweetie said apologetically. “It... we should have told you about it. It just didn’t seem... I mean, it feels good, but also kind of embarassing.”

“Embarassing nothing,” Apple Bloom insisted. “Ah cain understand if you were afraid to say, but you are kinda shy like that anyway. But Sweetie, that was the best feeling of my whole life. Ah cain’t thank you enough for makin’ me feel like that!”

“That’s what colts feel like,” Sweetie mentioned shyly, “When they’re putting seed inside you. That’s why they want to do that. They’re not just being mean, they just really need to feel like you did, and when they do, it can put seed in you. The squeezing you were doing, for them it’s a pumping they have to do, pumping seed out of their penis. It feels so much better to do that inside you, so they put their penis in, then it pumps you full of goo. And then you’re pregnant.”

“What?” Apple Bloom said still in vague misunderstanding. “Goo? Even you said he can’t pee in me, though!”

Sweetie paused in consternation. “He can’t,” she said. “What happens is he can’t pee, or do anything, and his penis goes in and out of you. Then he feels just like you did back then, and it makes him push into you as deep as he can. Then he feels his penis start jerking, and he doesn’t know why, just like you were squeezing and didn’t know why. Something other than pee starts to be in his penis. It doesn’t pee out of him; it like... squirts out of him in bursts, and gets all over you in there. It’s really slimy and feels really good.”

“Uh, if’n you insist Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said uncertainly. “That sounds kinda gross, but also kinda... awesome somehow? Ah mean if’n doin’ it made him felt like that I wouldn’t mind. Is it hard to clean out?”

“It’s his seed, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said intensely. “It just dribbles out, but not all of it. Some of it goes into you, and puts a foal in you.

“He doesn’t want to do it,” Sweetie carefully insisted. “He just feels it happen to him, and then you’re full of his seed. You can’t feel it doing anything then, but it makes your estrus stop, and that’s because you have a foal in your belly now, and you’re going to be a mommy.”

Apple Bloom just stared back, not wanting to comprehend.

“That’s how fillies turn into mommies,” Sweetie said. “When a filly is in heat, like you are, if a colt puts his penis in, she feels his penis in there like you did, and that’s fine. Then, if he stays in there, she feels the squirts too, and she’s all pregnant now. For the next eleven months, her belly is going to swell up, and then a foal comes out. Her foal. Because she’s a mommy now.”

They were facing each other, Apple Bloom with a look of growing horror on her face. “Y-you mean Shady was gonna...” Apple Bloom seemed to be realizing just how close she’d gotten to courting disaster. “And then S-Scootaloo?”

“Yeah,” Sweetie confirmed, “That’s why he had to leave. Would you put a foal in some filly, if you could feel like that when you did it?”

“Gosh I—” Apple Bloom blushed, “Ah guess ah would, if I had some kinda pumpin’ thing feeling like that. I just had to stand there and let it... like... squeeze. So colts really feel that way, when they push their thing in?”

“Well, remember it was only at the end you felt it. When they start actually putting the seed inside you, they feel like that,” Sweetie explained. “They stop being able to move, so they can’t stop seeding you, and it’s too late then. But even before, they get really hungry to be in you, and it feels good for them to keep sliding until they start squirting. Just like you, except colts want to go in, instead of put ponies inside them.”

“Wow,” Apple Bloom said, swaying dizzily at the thought of that .”Wow. T-thank you for that,” she murmured, wiping at her brow. “Ah didn’t know Shady was gonna put somethin’ in me after all. Ah don’t even know why was ah even so dead set on gettin’ him inside me in the first place. He was gonna make me a mommah?”

“Oh good,” Sweetie said in relief. “So it did help you.”

Apple Bloom blinked, and looked herself over, and she smiled brightly saying, “Hey, yeah! Ah do feel a lot better! Ah was just so pent up; ah thought ah was gonna explode!”

“You kinda did,” Sweetie pointed out.

Apple Bloom just nuzzled Sweetie warmly, saying, “Ah caint thank you enough. This estrus ain’t nearly as bad now that you um... licked me until I went and did that... thing.”

“W-well, there is one nice thing about fillies,” Sweetie said. “It takes colts a while to recover... but a filly can um... I mean you might feel even better if I did it a few more times.”

Apple Bloom blinked, and then her eyes grew liquid and she squirmed her hindquarters indulgently, saying, “You’re right! That happened to me, and—and ah still got all that filly junk back there. Ah could feel that way again and again!”

Sweetie nodded, asking “So, um, just to be sure, can I start... licking you down there again?” Apple Bloom squeed giddily and turned her rear end without the slightest trace of shyness left in her.

See what happens when you don’t molest your friends before their first estrus hits?

I love when sex scenes spill over to the next chapter. It’s like ice cream promises!