Emergency Contingencies

Having your friend’s muzzle mashed up against your vulva tends to make being shy a rather difficult thing to accomplish after all, and Apple Bloom was not a very shy pony. In heat, Apple Bloom was pretty much the polar opposite of a shy pony. Add having just experienced the unmistakable wonder of orgasm waiting here for Scootaloo in the clubhouse, and Apple Bloom was very a agreeable pony when it came to the idea of getting more tongue stroking up in her tingling petals; not hesitant at all to lift her tail, when Sweetie’s nose sought underneath. Sweetie gladly nuzzled Apple Bloom’s privates, and stroked the soft yellow hindquarters presented to her, feeling the slick fur against her firm white hoof, well lubricated with that juicy fluid that Apple Bloom involuntarily produced. Then, delightedly, Sweetie Belle started licking her friend again.

Sweetie knew Apple Bloom would be close to orgasm now, and her special button would be less sensitive, so Sweetie could really start blowing her mind. So she did, and while eagerly tonguing Apple Bloom’s feminine petals, practically dancing around that twitchy clitoris Apple Bloom had, Sweetie’s eyes glanced up as Apple Bloom’s tail came down. It pressed against Sweetie’s slim back, then just sort of... tenderly curved over it, like Apple Bloom was hugging her. Apple Bloom didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Sweetie Belle was right where she was supposed to be right now.

Apple Bloom hadn’t managed the second orgasm before Scootaloo roared back into the clearing. Sweetie sort of wanted to draw it out, and ease her into the feeling, as raw as Apple Bloom’s nerves might be right now. But that meant Scootaloo was going to see this, and she was sure Apple Bloom would panic at the very thought of that. Sure enough, at the sound of the scooter, Apple Bloom immediately leaped away from Sweetie’s muzzle, standing stiffly, staring with terrible anxiety at the entryway into the clubhouse.

It couldn’t be helped though; really it was no more embarassing to be all gooey under your tail than it was to have somepony licking you there, and Sweetie Belle was not going to let Scootaloo make the mistake of mounting Apple Bloom again. Sweetie just shook her head silently, put a hoof on Apple Bloom’s hindquarters, and guided her nose back between the yellow pony’s legs. If Apple Bloom could protest, with Sweetie’s tongue stroking her into hot tingles, the most Bloom gave out was a tense whine. In this fashion, Apple Bloom got to stand there shaking with insecurity, when Scootaloo walked in on them.

“Okay, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo shouted, trotting quickly up the ramp into their clubhouse. “I got the...thing...”

There was the sound of a box hitting the floor.

Sweetie didn’t look, just swished her tail playfully, and kept on teasingly lipping at Apple Bloom’s vulva. Apple Bloom herself seemed to feel obliged to say, “Oh h-hey... Scootaloo... w-we j-UH” That last part was Sweetie tickling the fun button with her tongue. It’d be better if Apple Bloom just took this, rather than trying to talk her way out of it. Plus that meant Sweetie could lick her privates more, and make her friend feel so good it left her speechless in the face of adversity.

“Wow, you are really... that’s amazing...” Scootaloo said a heavy passion in his voice, walking up to the periphery of Sweetie Belle’s vision. The more Apple Bloom tensed up at his presence, the warmer her bottom felt to Sweetie. Apple Bloom was almost drooling out juices faster than Sweetie Belle could lick it up. And now Sweetie wasn’t the only one who could see this secret thing, that she was making Apple Bloom’s bottom do. Sweetie Belle really wanted to make Apple Bloom orgasm now.

“I never thought of that!” Scootaloo continued, in unabashed amazement, trying to peer between the two, even as Apple Bloom’s tail came down again over Sweetie Belle, trying senselessly to hide her from sight. There was no hiding what was happening though, and Scootaloo exclaimed the truth, “She’s licking you, just like I lick her sometimes!”

“Y-you do?” Apple Bloom whimpered, her breath hitching up. Sweetie was sure this was about it for her friend. No way Apple Bloom could stop what was rising in her now, not with Scootaloo, a colt, there watching her, not a ponylength away. Not with Apple Bloom’s arousal leeching away her ability to resist. Not with that tension within you that just makes it harder to resist the more you try. No, Sweetie was going to succeed a second time, because Scootaloo’s tongue taught her well just how to make a filly feel amazing. And there was no way Apple Bloom could resist, since Sweetie did everything she loved being done to her.

She wasn’t sure what did it in the end, but between Sweetie’s teasing licks around Apple Bloom’s clitoris, just barely touching it, and sliding up into her colt hole again, and just... tugging Apple Bloom’s vulva so that it tugged at the clitoris, Apple Bloom’s hips rocked abruptly back against Sweetie Belle, as the filly fell over the peak of orgasm like an avalanche. Apple Bloom gave a cry that fell to wet gasps as the orgasm ripped through her. Sweetie pulled back while it happened, carefully leaving Apple Bloom untouched; seeing momentarily, her best friend hunched down, ass up, gaping and clenching secretly inside herself over and over again. Apple Bloom’s tail was bobbing along to that ancient rhythm, her breathing slow and ragged as she shuddered there, head hanging low. Scootaloo had dropped the box unnoticed and couldn’t stop staring at what was happening, at the sight of his two friends, one of whom was feeling the best feeling in the world.

Sweetie then went in, and kissed Apple Bloom’s vulva, and the moment her tongue slathered that tortured clit, Apple Bloom cried out again, and her convulsions resurged in speed and power. And now Apple Bloom was feeling better than the best feeling in the world, just as Sweetie had hoped. It was so easy to make her do it. You just took what worked for yourself, and paid attention to Apple Bloom’s feelings and reactions, to adjust it to her liking. Apple Bloom was feeling so good from this, it kind of made Sweetie wish that Scootaloo would be able hold back on putting his penis inside so eagerly, so that Sweetie Belle could feel that sort of thing too. Not that she’d ever give up that penis for anything. She wouldn’t, would she?

Sweetie didn’t know if pregnant fillies still wanted to put penises inside them, with a foal also inside. The foal came out of that same stretchy passage, so maybe it wouldn’t be fun to put a penis in there anymore? Sweetie hoped not. Right now, she was just starting out being pregnant, and she was still about drenched from the dock down, by her hungry birth canal. All that she’d been doing to Apple Bloom, made Sweetie Belle really want a penis. It was a desire she’d found, that inadvertantly put a foal in her. Sweetie just hoped this desire she’d found wouldn’t go away, as the foal started to get bigger.

So with Apple Bloom insensate from the best climax of her life, that being the second climax of her life, Sweetie turned to Scootaloo and—ironically—felt a little shy. “I was just helping her a little,” Sweetie said, twirling a hoof on the ground. “Waiting for you to get back.”

“Wasn’t that long, it’s only about ten miles,” Scootaloo said in an impressed tone. “You’re fast!” He walked up to Apple Bloom, looking at her curiously. “A-and you’re better at licking than I am. Can she even see me?”

“Yes,” Sweetie said surely. “She can see you, and she probably wonders if you mind that she can’t say hello, until the good feelings let her go.”

Sweetie paused, and added for Scootaloo, maybe a little vindictively, “Just imagine you were making a filly pregnant. Would it be easy to talk, then?”

Scootaloo blushed, and his lack of answer was answer enough. Silence while they waited those precious seconds for Apple Bloom to recover. It was hard to tell whether Apple Bloom was still going, or just being thoughtful. But her shallow breathing evened out, and her tension relaxed, her body seeming to glow with a beautiful satisfaction. She turned her head to Sweetie eventually, and said bashfully, “Ah was kinda feelin’ like that, yeah...” She turned to Scootaloo saying, “Sorry Scoots, it was just... so like all...”

Apple Bloom didn’t want to look Scootaloo in the eye, so Sweetie just hugged them both together, and said cheerfully, “Okay! We’re ready to really knock out Apple Bloom’s estrus now.”

Apple Bloom gulped nervously at Sweetie, and said, “Are ya sure? A-ah feel fine ah mean, maybe we don’t have to you know go all crazy and all.”

“I just want to make sure,” Sweetie insisted, picking up the box in her teeth and laying it in her lap. “I don’t want you to have to be pregnant too. It’s bad enough that I have to do it. Do the... making a foal thing, I mean.”

“What is it like, Sweetie?” Apple Bloom asked her, while Sweetie fought with the packaging.

“Oh, um,” Sweetie paused as she thought about it. “It’s... different. I mean, it is the same, but... I mean...” She scrunched her muzzle up. “If I wasn’t pregnant,” Sweetie said finally, “Then I would have gone into estrus too. But Scootaloo was so busy making me pregnant, that I didn’t even feel it. So, I feel normal. Just, really normal. I should feel like you do, all weird and itchy. So, that’s what feeling pregnant is like, just weirdly normal.”

Getting the box open was kind of tricky because it was all taped shut. Sweetie would probably need scissors, so she just held it in her hooves and continued, “Um... but it takes a long time to make a foal, so I don’t really know. It’s only planted in me now, but it’s so tiny you can’t even see it. Maybe I’ll start feeling weird pretty soon, but mostly just hungrier. Rarity said I’d get really hungry, once the foal starts growing, and needing food to grow. Rarity said hungrier and um... glowier. I don’t know, she said something about skin products. It um... well, and I feel love for the foal, not like real love, but kind of like you feel love for a penis right now, Apple Bloom.

“A-and I start getting bigger with just a little bump, and eventually it’s my whole belly,” Sweetie stated more shyly, lifting a rear hoof as if to cover the sight of her belly, but then deliberately lowering it so Sweetie was standing there side saddle to them, and they could clearly see she was nice and slim... for now. “That’s going to feel weird I bet,” Sweetie Belle declared, tossing her mane in exaggerated bravado, “But for now, I just feel really... normal. I haven’t even started making milk yet!

“And also, I probably should be feeling more scared,” Sweetie finished a little morbidly. “I don’t know if it’s because I’m pregnant, or just still in shock about all this...”

“Well ah don’t know about you,” said a mostly recovered Apple Bloom, sitting there right from where she’d orgasmed (twice), “But ah would be lookin’ forward to it. Especially the birth. You get all stretched open, and ah hear it feels real good to push down, to get the foal outta you. Kind of exertin’ though, but ah love hard work.”

“...and you didn’t know that a penis can make you pregnant?” Sweetie said in a little bit of disbelief.

Apple Bloom blushed. “S-sorry, it’s just ah just never really thought of how you got that way. Ah saw a cow givin’ birth once, and she sorta told me about what it was like when she did it. It was real gross ah’ll tell you that. B-but she didn’t say how the calf got in her, and ah just sorta assumed I’d... figure it out when the time came.”

“What was it like?” Sweetie asked engrossedly. “Cows are sorta like ponies. Maybe it’ll be like that for me too!”

“Well uh...” Apple Bloom thought to herself for a moment. “The calf came out in a big sorta sack, like a bag or something. Her mom said that was to keep the hooves from gettin’ caught or somethin’ an’ having to ask a unicorn to help her out.”

“How did the... sack get in the cow’s belly?” Scootaloo asked in puzzlement.

“Oh it weren’t a cloth sack,” Apple Bloom corrected herself, “It was kinda like real thin uh... skin. Ah did say it was gross, right?”

Both others nodded.

“Alright then, so this um, skin sack you could sorta see through, and it was like um... like your molting feathers, where you gotta take the sheathes off, except it’s a whole foal, not just a feather. So the doc um... cut it open, and the calf spilled right outta there.”

“Wow, that’s... kind of metal,” Scootaloo murmured. “You have to cut it open? Like with a knife?”

“It doesn’t hurt her, does it?” Sweetie asked frightfully.

“Naw, no, it didn’t hurt her none at all!” Apple Bloom said. “Was a nice clean birth. The sack thing wasn’t even attached to her no more, just discarded like a hoof clippin’ or a pinfeather. That wasn’t even the really gross part though!”

“What was the really gross part?” Scootaloo asked excitedly. For once, Sweetie Belle shared his excitement, albeit not his happiness at the prospect of such things. She was going to have to make a sack in her belly, and cut it open?

“Well,” Apple Bloom said kind of conspiratorially, leaning towards them, “She was all done givin’ birth, with the calf outta her, but what’s it gonna eat when it’s inside her? Gotta have a special way to eat, right? So, you know how y’all have a belly button?”

Sweetie Belle sat back and poked hers curiously. Those were kind of puzzling when you think about it. What were they for?

“Well it’s like a food tube right to your stomach!” Apple Bloom said. “It was comin’ right outta the calf’s belly button, and still goin’ into the momma cow even though she birthed the calf out. The thing is, there’s like, this big meaty thing separate from the foal, which latches onto the momma’s insides, a uh, thing that tells her body to give its uh, blood to the calf. So it’s like, unborn foals eat your blood, not real food. Ah mean, it is real food, because that’s what happens to food after you eat it: food goes into your blood to get around your body, or to get to your foal.”

Apple Bloom was really getting into it at this point, standing up and looking at them wide eyed as she told her spooky yet intriguing tale of birth and blood. “This big bloody thing manages it,” Apple Bloom said, “So you don’t hurt neither the mother nor the calf. It cain’t exactly reach her teats in there, so the momma needs this thing inside of her, in order to feed the calf. When the calf is out though, it can eat by drinking milk, and the big bloody thing is still in the momma’s womb, just waitin’ to follow suit!”

Scootaloo gasped, “You mean it...!”

“Yeah!” Apple Bloom said indulgently. “ Ah was so frightened ah hollered up a storm! It didn’t hurt ‘em none, but boy did it look scary! She just went like all... ploom and out came this big, bloody, messy pile of meat! It was even like, bleeding on the doc. An’ that’s right where the tube to your belly button goes. That’s it after that, nothing left stuck in the momma.”

Sweetie really wished she could pale. “It doesn’t hurt her,” she whimpered, “To lose all that b-blood?”

Apple Bloom actually gave Sweetie a long, calculating look. “Funny you should say that,” she said in a cautious tone, “Because that wasn’t even the really gross part.”

“I don’t know if I want to hear it anymore...” Sweetie said miserably, crossing her hind legs and trying not to think about b-blood and stuff.

“Yeah, we should— I mean, we should focus on estrus... colt penis things... and stuff,” Scootaloo asserted. “I-I’m ready to—”

But Sweetie shook her head and admitted, “No, if it’s going to... happen to me I w-want to know about it. Even if it’s... scary...”

Apple Bloom laughed, saying, “Well it was a lot less scary, but it was so gross!”

Sweetie blanked on the idea of something being gross, but not scary.

“That big messy afterbirth thing?” Apple Bloom said. “It’s called the afterbirth ah mean, the part that comes out after... yeah you get it. But the momma cow she went and took the afterbirth after the doc cut the calf’s belly button free, and she went and ate it!”

Now Sweetie blanked just in general.

“Cows don’t eat flesh though!” Scootaloo said, “Especially not raw bloody meat! Ponies eat more meat than cows!”

“Well, this is the exception!” Apple Bloom stated officially. “The doc told me that the momma puts a lot of her blood and nutrition in the afterbirth, and she caint abs...eat it with her womb, so she’s gotta birth it out, and then eat it with her mouth! She gotta get back the blood she lost, after all. He said it was real important she eats it and real healthy for her, cause it was exactly the stuff that she needed. An’ it’s better than just leavin’ it to the wolves, or... somethin’”

“She ate it?” Scootaloo repeated unbelievingly.

“Ah never before seen the like,” Apple Bloom said in a note of wonder. “Ah wasn’t so good at speakin’ then, but ah caint forget a thing like that happenin’!”

“I would never!” Sweetie cut in, in horrified announcement. “I wouldn’t... meat?! I wouldn’t eat meat! That’s so—gh, she just... that can’t be right. I’ll just... just leave it a-and not eat it a-and...”

“Haw, ah would totally eat it,” Apple Bloom said smugly. “A pony eatin’ bloody red, raw meat? That’d be so wicked! Ah’d be like, ‘BRBRBRB Sweetie Belle, this is so tasty Sweetie Belle come, give me a kiss Sweetie on my big meat mouth!’” Sweetie shrunk back as Apple Bloom started marching to her like a zombie, with her tongue all hanging out. And—Scootaloo was about dying laughing.

Sweetie frowned furiously at the two of them, saying, “It’s not funny to tease me! Eating meat is evil! I bet that cow was evil!”

“It’s natch’ral, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom tilted her head and said, in attempt to appease her. “It’s like meat, but nopony died or even got hurt. It’s just a little extra and nopony ate it besides the one who made it. It was just sort of... part of her body that was outside of her for a little.” Scootaloo’s laughter had ceased, and he was rising up behind Sweetie Belle with the cheekiest grin. Apple Bloom continued to speak blithely, “You don’t have to eat yours, if you like, but there weren’t nothin’ wrong with that cow lady uh, cow. She’s perfectly nice, an’ it’s just a thing that nice ponies uh, cowies do.”

“I’ll eat it, if you don’t want it,” Scootaloo whispered silkily into Sweetie’s ear.

Sweetie was unable to stop the image of herself laid back and huffing and squeezing her tummy like she was doing situps, and her inside place is all goaaarsh and a big bloody pile of meat comes out of it, and Scootaloo is there with her and just bends his head down and takes a big bite, chewing it with the blood trickling down his—

...

Sweetie Belle regained consciousness sometime later. A worried Apple Bloom was fanning her, while Scootaloo had run off for help. Which was doubly embarassing, because when Sweetie and Apple Bloom ran after, they had to catch Scootaloo with the nurse on the way back. And that meant Sweetie had to explain to the nurse that she had just fainted. And that meant Sweetie had to explain to the nurse why she just fainted. Fortunately, the nurse pony was gracious enough to tell Sweetie that she need say no more, the very moment Sweetie mentioned her friend telling her about a cow giving birth.

Which... the nurse pony did acknowledge... was not much different at all from the experience of a pony.

Sweetie really, really didn’t want to be pregnant anymore.

That didn’t stop Sweetie Belle from jumping on Scootaloo the moment they had some time to themselves, just right there on the dirt behind some bushes, and riding his penis like Applejack at the rodeo. Sweetie was so freaking horny after what they did to Apple Bloom, all that fright and horror just adding onto her passion, so that merely the idea that maybe Scootaloo needed to climax was enough to make Sweetie utterly incensed with getting him inside her as soon as possible. She had to brace her hooves on his chest, curls dangling around her shoulders, and she had to lift her hips up and down, up and down, with his shaft right in her way.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, just had to stare along with him, at her own hips intensely, as she watched his shaft vanish into her again and again. On one end she felt her cool horn against his forehead. On the other, she felt inside her hips sliding around his stiff velvety cock. Sweetie lifted up, and a delicious, outward sliding between her legs exposed his beautiful length for both to see. She shoved down and a deepening, stretchy penetration filled her with lust as inch by inch he vanished inside her, his slick flesh rubbing her slick flesh, so far up inside her hips. Faster and faster, until she did it so quickly that she could hardly tell what was going on anymore. Sweetie couldn’t even tell if Scootaloo was helping, only that her own pudgy, candy white hips radiated more and more pleasure, as she finally slaked them by pounding atop Scootaloo.

When his shaft ballooned up inside her, Sweetie’s throat tightened, her determined, delighted grunts rising in pitch and urgency. She had to lift her head and look away from her groin, just scrunch her eyes shut and focus on the feeling of the sliding down there. Of being filled by him as his penis kissing her insides obscenely, told her just how much he needed to squirt into her. Over and over again, she stroked him, coaxed him into giving her seed and spraying his foals up inside her again, feeling more incredible every time she did. Her belly would grow, with him in there. She would have his foal inside her!

Sweetie Belle just collapsed flat on top of Scootaloo as she slid over orgasm and started convulsing around his penis. She could feel it in there could—could feel so amazing. She... Sweetie opened her eyes disorientedly, just rhythmically jerking her tail, and twitching against him. She opened her eyes, because he was moving her head, tilting it to match his muzzle, and his lips. Sweetie couldn’t stop him from shakily kissing her, and she looked at him, full of love. Those beautiful violet eyes. Then Sweetie’s eyes just rolled back at the feel of his spurts of seed surging in her beautiful cunt. She moaned into his soft lips, her clenches easing just as he began to blast seed into her. Sweetie squirmed her body atop him wantonly, while he tensed against her each time his penis pumped a jet of semen into her.

They lay there like that, both foals completely wiped out. Sweetie hadn’t even thought about what she was doing, but it occurred to her now that they’d never done it with her on top of Scootaloo. Just an idle thought, as she drifted in satisfied bliss, the seed produced by Scootaloo’s softening shaft slowly oozing out of her cleft and dripping and sliding off of his groin.

The next day passed uneventfully, with Sweetie taking her magic lessons, and surprising the instructor in her lack of attraction to him. He seemed even more disturbed when she said she was pregnant though, than the prospect of himself being unattractive toward mares who are probably a third his age or something. But considering what she was learning about pregnancy, it was starting to make a terrible sort of sense to Sweetie why ponies would be disturbed. She didn’t feel so good about being pregnant either.

It wouldn’t be the end of the world, but she really didn’t feel like she was ready for that birthing ordeal. And she still hadn’t figured out how she was going to take care of a foal and go to school at the same time. Technically since Scootaloo was the daddy he could take care of it sometimes, but Sweetie really didn’t want to impose. Especially not since she was the one who was going to be eating and growing and pushing out this foal. Sweetie Belle knew that she wasn’t trying to do it any more than he was, but in her heart Sweetie felt more culpable, somehow.

She did have these hidden desires, like the thought of nursing made her feel good, and she really liked cute things, just like foals, and she just felt this forbidden thrill at having something like that growing in her belly. She didn’t want to want a foal, but... it was just so easy to do so, when it was inside you, and you had all the parts of your body that are perfect for caring for it. Sweetie Belle loved being useful, and she was glad to have her womb being used to cradle a foal instead of just sitting there invisibly inside her. Even though it would be hard, and scary, and might hurt the ponies she loved, Sweetie Belle just couldn’t stop feeling good about it.

But that wasn’t it. For all Sweetie knew, maybe Scootaloo was feeling foal stuff inside him too, like how he said that every time he squirted in, thinking about putting foals in Sweetie Belle made him do it harder, and feel better. So maybe he had these subtle desires too, that made it so enticing to have a foal in you, or to put a foal in somepony else in Scootaloo’s case. Sweetie’s clumsy experiments with him did give her the impression that he really cared about foals too, so that meant Sweetie Belle wasn’t alone in feeling weird about this. She was only a little worried about that.

What Sweetie was really worried about was how Scootaloo was stuck with it. She imagined what it was like for him, feeling so lost and helpless while your friend changes and changes, making something inside her because of what you did to her. Sweetie could get a big, fat, pregnant belly, and parade it around him like a diva, and all he could do is sit there and watch. Sure Sweetie couldn’t stop her belly from getting like that, any more than he could, but it was still her belly. He must feel so detached from it, like he can’t even be involved anymore. Just stand there, passively supportive, while Sweetie Belle goes and does all the work. It was like he didn’t even matter anymore. How could she expect him to even like the foal, if he was relegated to such an unimportant role in its creation?

Sweetie just couldn’t see herself squeezing out this foal, and just hoofing it off to him, saying, “Nope, nothing you can do about it forever. Shut up and take care of her now!” So, Sweetie hadn’t really brought up the subject, not since they... took care of Apple Bloom, yesterday. She saw Scootaloo in the afternoon, but it was kind of awkward between the two of them, both uneasy about the whole pregnancy thing. Sweetie ended up having all those thoughts stuck in her head, while she tried to sleep that night, a pregnant filly, no different than the un-pregnant filly she’d once been somewhere around half a week ago. She was left there alone to her thoughts and wishes, that maybe if she knew, then Sweetie could have waited, or that she’d wake up in the morning and pregnancy would have been nothing but a bad dream.

She woke up in the morning feeling normal though, and not in heat at all. And therefore pregnant. Went downstairs, ate her breakfast with Rarity, just like she always did. Not much for conversation that morning, as Sweetie simply had so much on her mind. She went looking for Scootaloo as soon as she could get outside to go play, but when she found him, there was a far more pressing concern. Sweetie learned from him that something happened to Apple Bloom yesterday, that was serious enough trouble for Apple Bloom to call them all to the clubhouse, without even telling them what happened.

“What’s this emergency meeting about?” Sweetie asked a frazzled looking Apple Bloom. She and Scootaloo were really worried for their friend who had... probably the worst estrus in all the fillies in class. Like, to the point that even Diamond Tiara had stopped teasing her about it anymore, just... kind of gave her a pitying look now and again. Sweetie had an idea of what this emergency meeting of the Cutie Mark Crusaders was about, but she hoped it wasn’t... the “too late” kind of emergency.

“A-ah just um, you both helped me so much the other day, so ah wanted to um,” Apple Bloom stuttered nervously.

“It’s okay, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said in a mollifying tone. “You don’t have to worry, if it’s your bottom that’s being weird and gross. We’re totally cool with that.”

“Well it’s just uh, you uh—ah caint figure out how to use mah hoof!” Apple Bloom cried in shame. Then she blushed, and shifted on her hooves. She just sort of... stuck her forehoof between her legs then, rubbing at herself saying, “See? Ah cain... ah cain go over th’ edge, but it’s really hard and ah was... uhn...” her eyes started to shut at the feelings her hoof was making.

Sweetie physically hooked Apple Bloom’s hoof and pulled it away, saying, “Okay, focus. What happened? What’s wrong?”

Apple Bloom planted her hoof shakily, and said to them, “Ah was... ah was tryin’ to get mah hoof to make me go over, an’ it just... it just made me want it so bad! The more ah touched ah just couldn’t stop thinkin’ about... about what Shady did for me. A-and how ah got to feel him inside me... and you, Sweetie Belle...”

Apple Bloom shook her head fiercely, continuing in a frightened outraged whimper, “And ah just lost it and ran out and just... got under a stallion. A full grown stallion! Ah wanted him to do it so bad, and ah didn’t want to get preggers but ah couldn’t stand not havin... in me... stuff. He uh, held me down and g-got help until ah could calm down and not like... just go for another stallion but i-it was so close. Ah just couldn’t do it with mah hoof good enough. Ah need...”

She blushed looking down at Sweetie Belle’s hooves saying, “Ah need you to lick me again.”

Sweetie nodded seriously at Apple Bloom’s lowered head, the pink bow presented before the unicorn filly like an offering. Sweetie said in agreement, “I think that would be a really good idea. If not licking means you’re going to get pregnant, then you have to come to us, whenever it gets bad like that!”

Scootaloo butted in a little too eagerly saying, “Yeah, and I could um, help and lick you um...”

“Oh no,” Sweetie shoved Scootaloo away and shook her head, cutting that right off. “You can’t be the one licking her.”

“Sure I can!” Scootaloo said hotly. “I never even got a chance to, before!”

“Yes,” Sweetie countered, “That’s because—”

“C’mon Sweetie caint he have a shot?” Apple Bloom asked wistfully. “He’s got a boy’s tongue, and ah bet it’ll work better!”

“Yeah a boy’s... tongue,” Scootaloo said, unconvincingly, “I could totally lick her until she wasn’t even thinking about stallions.”

Sweetie looked at the bobbing, erect shaft underneath Scootaloo’s belly with a meaningful stare. Neither picked up on it.

“It’ll be fine, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said with a casual hoof wave. “Don’t be such a worry wort!”

“I promise I will only lick her, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said with enthusiasm. “I just want to do it a little, just to keep her from getting pregnant.

“Just let me—” Sweetie said in exasperation, only to be interrupted by Apple Bloom shoving her butt in Scootaloo’s face, and saying angrily to Sweetie,

“No! I want him to lick me!”

“Oh, this will end well,” Sweetie griped, rolling her eyes at Apple Bloom. Scootaloo blinked at her, and Sweetie just smiled and said to him in a syrupy voice, “Go ahead Scootaloo, lick Apple Bloom just like me, and help keep her from having to get pregnant!”

And Scootaloo just did. He didn’t even hesitate a moment once those words left Sweetie Belle’s snout. The effect on Apple Bloom was no less than dramatic. When Scootaloo’s tongue touched down, Sweetie watched Apple Bloom’s whole body relax, and her eyes half close, and her friend said in a drunkenly self-satisfied voice, “S-see? I’s fine...”

Sweetie didn’t blame them, honestly she didn’t. But boy was this estrus a powerful deceit. Only the presence of a pregnant mare—or filly—left Apple Bloom with any hope at all of not also getting pregnant. Sure it was perfectly fine at first, with Scootaloo enjoying himself immensely, and Apple Bloom just crying out gladly and excitedly, from the release that only another could give her. But inevitably, Scootaloo’s licking, snuffling and lipping turned into rearing, grabbing and climbing on top of Apple Bloom’s back, and just like that, he was mounting her and ready to impregnate her.

If it was the only way they’d learn, Sweetie would have to show them how easy it was to get tricked. She just sighed at the two amorous foals. Scootaloo gave a satisfied grunt, as he found her entrance, and thrust his penis into Apple Bloom’s soft canal. Apple Bloom just murmured quietly, squirming her hips as he sunk himself into them. Scootaloo started pistoning in his friend immediately, and Apple Bloom didn’t even look back, just panted gladly, humping back against him with increasingly unfocused eyes. It was kind of... exciting for Sweetie Belle, to see it happening, since Apple Bloom was only a squirt away from being in Sweetie’s predicament. Sweetie Belle wasn’t the one in estrus though, so she easily ignored the immensely arousing sight of her friend being bred. E-easily ignored.

Sweetie Belle waited just until they really got started thrusting into each other, when Apple Bloom’s face turned blissful, and her hapless filly friend was just cooing in pleasure, rocking back against Scootaloo’s pistoning dick. Scootaloo didn’t even hold back one bit. He said he wasn’t going to do it, and not only was he doing it, but he was ...really excited about going into Apple Bloom. S-sweetie kind of liked that. But the end result, she wasn’t so happy about.

Soon as Scootaloo was good and engaged in fucking Apple Bloom, Sweetie moved forward, rearing up and leaning an elbow on Apple Bloom’s back all casually, like Apple Bloom was just a park bench. She stared up at the heaving Scootaloo and said in a wry tone of voice, “So, just gonna lick her, huh?”

“W-what?” Scootaloo squeaked, staring back at Sweetie, far too aroused to form any kind of coherent rebuttal.

“You’re sure doing a good job of making Apple Bloom pregnant,” Sweetie added venomously. “Just like you said you weren’t going to do!”

But then, beneath Sweetie Belle’s elbow, her friend Apple Bloom was the one who gasped at that. The fucked filly beneath her tensed up suddenly, saying in a lost voice, “Oh no,”

Scootaloo responded second, rearing up and backpedalling away from both of them, saying “Oh shoot! I didn’t mean to—” he shoved at Apple Bloom’s rump, to slide himself out with a slick pop, and backed up from her with a harrowed fear in his posture, a sort of dejected apology in his every movements, except that of the unapologetic, dark, glistening shaft beneath him.

“You didn’t!” Apple Bloom whirled on Scootaloo, tossing Sweetie aside like a discarded pillow.

“No!” Scootaloo said desperately. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—I wasn’t going to—”

“You’re safe, Apple Bloom! Don’t worry,” Sweetie reassured Apple Bloom, getting in her way again and looking with import into Apple Bloom’s frightened golden eyes, “But you can’t have him lick you. He can’t just not put it in you,” Sweetie Belle emphasized, “This estrus is driving both of you crazy. You’re lucky one of your friends is pregnant, or you’d be for sure!”

Apple Bloom reared up on Sweetie’s shoulders, with a pleading expression in her eyes, saying, “I-it’s safe? Ah’m n-not... he didn’t make me preggers?”

“I just wanted to show you that Scootaloo can’t lick you to feel better,” Sweetie clarified for her frazzled friend. “You weren’t listening, so I just let him start doing it. I only let him try to make you pregnant for like, ten seconds. Will you listen to me now?”

Apple Bloom looked at her, and then at Scootaloo, and then tried to just walk past Sweetie Belle to get to Scootaloo. Sweetie reared up and stayed in her way, getting in Apple Bloom’s face again. She wanted to cry because it looked like Apple Bloom wanted to cry, so close to getting what she needed, yet so afraid of getting it.

“I... mah gosh... ah am a wreck...” Apple Bloom croaked, backing up and staring at her own hooves as if seeing them for the first time. Hopefully, what Sweetie told her would take, this time.

“You’re going to be okay, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said comfortingly, nuzzling at Apple Bloom’s ears. “You just need me to lick you, until you feel better again.”

“I’m so sorry Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo spoke up miserably. “I just... I just wanted to put it in there. I... I’ve only been in Sweetie Belle before and—and I wanted to feel what you were like, just for a little. You were all hot and wet and wrapped around just like she was and—I’m not making sense.”

He huffed frustratedly, and Sweetie shook her head sadly. “It’s okay Scootaloo,” she said. “It’s just this stupid estrus, making us think stupid things.”

“I just sort of forgot what was wrong with it,” Scootaloo puzzled out. “It just seemed like... I couldn’t think of anything bad with just putting it in there.”

“Just like when ah was gettin’ under that stallion...” Apple Bloom agreed, tiredly. “Y’know it’s wrong, but you just can’t feel that it is.”

She turned to Sweetie Belle, saying apologetically, “Ah don’t know what ah was thinkin’ you’re right. O-only you can lick me, and Scootaloo’s gotta stay... away.” Her voice ended in a whimper.

“I–I loved being inside you,” Scootaloo said emotionally to Apple Bloom, whose eyes noticeably widened at that. “You’re every bit as a-amazing as Sweetie Belle, even in your... foal place. I’m not sorry I... I am glad I got to go in there,” He turned to Sweetie and said, “A-and thank you for making me pull out, but... I’m just glad I got to feel what she was like.”

Sweetie raised an eyebrow at that, saying, “So, how did she feel different than me?”

“Well she—” Scootaloo blushed. “Uhm, she was hot and wet, oh but you are too. Um... she was...

“...yellow?”

Sweetie let a smile touch her face, and kissed Scootaloo on the nose. “It’s okay if we’re the same insides,” Sweetie Belle said understandingly. “That just means me and Apple Bloom have twice the hot pockets!” (a collective otherworldly groan) “B-but her pocket is too dangerous to be in, right now. You are going to put so much seed in Apple Bloom, after her heat is over, though.” Apple Bloom sucked in a breath at that, and Sweetie went on quickly, saying, “But for now, we can use... this!” Trumpets blared as Sweetie raised up a recently opened box, containing the mystical rod of dickery. It was actually called “A Filly’s Pleasure,” but close enough.

Sweetie actually wasn’t... entirely sure how it would work. It was clear you put your hoof in the grip and could just... shove it inside you like a penis. But what was this control box with the optic wire coming out of the base? She flicked the switch to on.

“Come on, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom whined with her round rear presented. “H-help me before ah make a d-dumb mistake again. Ah want Scootaloo’s seed all in me and ah caint have it and that’s okay, but please give me something!”

Sweetie flicked the switch to off.

Sweetie found herself doing her best Tardy Twilight impression, taking the turned off, depowered and quiescent phallus in her hoof, and leaving the control attached to Apple Bloom’s hindquarters where Sweetie could easily nuzzle its two sliders up and down. With an indulgent giggle she lay the silky blue silicone against Apple Bloom’s hot petals. “I-is that it?” Apple Bloom asked nervously, looking back. “Y-you cain put it in if’n you want ah don’t mind.” Yeah, estrus was really messing with her.

Sweetie didn’t put it in for a bit though. She slid it up and down Apple Bloom’s folds, trying to pretend that it was a real penis, and have it do the thing Scootaloo did, where he had to hunt around for the entrance, poking at Apple Bloom enticingly and sliding up along her belly. Apple Bloom was pretty much reduced to a two word vocabulary by now: the words “Please” and “Sweetie”. The toy was getting slick with Apple Bloom’s juices, looking so perfectly like a colt’s penis... if a colt’s penis could be a uniform shiny blue. It felt squishy yet firm against Sweetie’s hoof, which was certainly what Apple Bloom needed inside her, if Sweetie was any judge.

Sweetie pried open Apple Bloom’s nether lips with her... mouth lips, and stuck her tongue in Apple Bloom’s vulva, grazing around experimentally until settling on the puckered entrance. Sweetie’s tongue pushed into Apple Bloom, and the word “Thank” was added to her lust addled friend’s vocabulary. Just “Thank.” It would have been funny, if it wasn’t so incredibly beautiful to hear Apple Bloom reduced to tight whinnying pleasure.

Sweetie loved this enticing humidity that just came from Apple Bloom, the trickling pleasure that Sweetie could lick on and push into, and nibble at, the complex filly parts hidden within such a conservative looking rear end. She loved making Apple Bloom beside herself with joy and need. And she loved that she, a filly, somehow had the power to blow through Apple Bloom’s estrus, like only colts were supposed to be able to do.

It was a stroke of luck that Sweetie Belle got pregnant first, really. If Apple Bloom had been pregnant first, and Sweetie had been feeling like this, then... there would have been two pregnant fillies. And considering the size of Apple Bloom’s family, it would have been an even greater hardship to feed Apple Bloom’s foal, than Sweetie’s, whose parents were alive and loving, and whose sister was pretty well to do and so very generous. Sweetie really felt... supported in all this. She didn’t want it, but, she would just hate to see the sadness in Apple Bloom’s grandmother’s face at the news. Just... the light in Granny’s eyes dying, as she learns that the filly who could have saved the farm by taking up her part in apple bucking, was now going to be one less worker and two more mouths to feed.

While Applejack used Scootaloo to fertilize her apple trees.

But thankfully Sweetie was the one who took the plunge, and now she could ease her friend through estrus, and because she was pregnant, Sweetie had enough presence of mind to reign Scootaloo in, during a filly’s worst trials. “Ease” was something of a misnomer, because the effect it had on her friend was the diametric opposite of ease, when Sweetie stretched back Apple Bloom’s vulva with the lightest but firm bite with her teeth, exposing that secret entrance so that Sweetie Belle could orient the dripping blue phallus in her hoof to press against Apple Bloom’s entrance, then slip it inside. Then push.

With the dildo sinking in her, Apple Bloom only got halfway through the first half of screaming out Sweetie Belle’s name, before she belted out a hearty whoop, and the dildo started shaking in Sweetie’s hoof. Sweetie watched with utter fascination, at the rhythmic jerking that struggled against her hoof grip as Apple Bloom’s insides tried to close down on that dildo again and again. Sweetie pushed firmly and insistently, sliding deeper into Apple Bloom with every clench, the jerking of the dildo getting less pronounced as more of it embedded in Apple Bloom’s hips and evened out her contractions.

Sweetie bottomed out, before it was done. Apple Bloom was deep, but this dildo was just a little bit more than perfectly shaped. Obviously the Hoofbeats company who made this thing knew their stuff, because Apple Bloom even at her deepest and most aroused, could still get fully penetrated, and stretched as wide as a colt’s penis could do.

“That is it,” Sweetie said indulgently, leaving it simply embedded in her friend, still silent from the waves of pleasure cresting over her.

“Oh Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said passionately, once she could form words again. “It’s just like a colt! It’s so deep... ah caint b-believe ah felt that good. An’ you just kept pushing it in me!”

Sweetie... almost flicked the switch on. In due time, she thought.

Scootaloo too was looking with fascination at the amazing vanishing dildo, as Sweetie nuzzled Apple Bloom’s groin, leaving Apple Bloom silently filled for this timeless moment. “Just glad I could help,” Sweetie mumbled. “You’re so... amazing down there.”

“C-can I do her?” Scootaloo asked tensely. “She’s all p-plugged up so I couldn’t get in her or anything, so could I just go in her for a while?”

Oh, right, Sweetie had forgotten about her other friend who was addled with estrus. Boy estrus, at that.

“Y-you can’t go in Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said, with an eye on Scootaloo’s entirely too prominent penis being waved in her face. “M-maybe you could just go... out....” she couldn’t say it. She just couldn’t tell Scootaloo to go outside. It was just too cruel to deny her friend access to what he so desperately needed. But it was also cruel to put a foal in Apple Bloom’s belly! What to do?

“I don’t wanna go out, I wanna go in!” Scootaloo said unhappily. “I need to go in there. You don’t know what it’s like, Sweetie! She smells so good. I mean,” Scootaloo shifted focus, saying earnestly, “I mean you smell so good Apple Bloom,” addressing Apple Bloom directly. “I want to go inside you!”

“A-ah don’t wanna be ya gotta go in Scoots,” Apple Bloom said senselessly, closing her eyes and grunting trying to just push that thing right out of her. “Ya gotta Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom told him in a pleading tone. “All up in me an’ an’... an’ foals!” She didn’t sound excited about that word, so much as an alarmed passion, like her own personal sword of Damocles.

At this rate Scootaloo would just yank that thing out of Apple Bloom and do it! Sweetie didn’t... didn’t want that to happen, yeah. If only there was a way to get him inside... something then Scootaloo could be happy and Apple Bloom would be safe. Like a reverse dildo, maybe? How would that even work? Or—or maybe...

Oh. Duh.

“Hey, Scootaloo,” Sweetie said eagerly, “I know one filly you can put your seed in, and you’ll never make her pregnant no matter how much you do.”

“You do?” Scootaloo asked in disbelief, turning away from Apple Bloom’s stuffed ass, “Who? I thought you said that it would make her pregnant!”

“Well,” Sweetie said whimsically, turning around and coyly raising her tail for him, “What if you put your penis inside a filly who is already pregnant?”