Revelations

Silence.

The three foals stood in their treetop clubhouse, whose floor could use a good cleaning now. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were both staring at Sweetie Belle’s white tush, from which she raised her tail, to make indubitably sure that Scootaloo got the message. He could go inside her. Sweetie still wanted it, and wanted it bad even if she wasn’t as crazy as Apple Bloom. And she could.

“I cannot believe I didn’t think of that!” Scootaloo shouted frustratedly. “I’ve been t-trying to hurt Apple Bloom all afternoon, because my stupid penis wants to m-make her pregnant a-and I forgot all about you, Sweetie!”

“But we do it all the time when Apple Bloom’s not around,” Sweetie said, turning over her shoulder. “Is it her estrus, making both of us only think about her?”

“You do it all the time when ah’m not around?” Apple Bloom said in befuddlement.

“Um... I was... really exaggerating,” Sweetie admitted. “But I shouldn’t be forgetting about my own bottom, because of your estrus. I’m a filly, not a colt!”

“I–I dunno about fillies, Sweetie,” Scootaloo shook his head. “I am definitely having a hard time thinking a-about anything besides Apple Bloom t-though.”

“It’s okay, Scootaloo,” Sweetie said, rubbing her own furry rear with an encouraging hoof, “I was only thinking about Apple Bloom too, and it’s silly. We were just doing the penis thing the other day, and there’s no reason we can’t do it together, just because Apple Bloom’s here.”

Sweetie gasped delightedly then added another realization, “And if you get on me from behind, then I can keep licking Apple Bloom! It’s so perfect! You can do me, and I can do Apple Bloom, and then you’ll be done, and you can lick her then.”

“I–I can?” Scootaloo asked unbelievingly. “B-but I’ll just mount her again,” he admitted bitterly.

“Just put all your seed in me,” Sweetie explained. “Your penis gets tired then, and stops making you do things. Even if you lick Apple Bloom, you won’t have to do it, and she can use this to have something inside her.” To emphasize, Sweetie clutched the dildo and gave it a good pull, rocking it inside Apple Bloom in a way that Apple Bloom sure seemed to appreciate.

“That’s awesome!” both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom exclaimed.

“Aheh, sorry,” Scootaloo said, backing off.

“Ah just meant t-that this big old thing in me is gonna help the licking like crazy,” Apple Bloom said, swaying her bottom experimentally, “A-and ah bet ah could even d-do it with mah hoof now. It feels so good not ta be empty! And after mah heat ah can even feel Scootaloo for real now, since ah know he’s a colt and what he cain do with me.”

“And I really need to be in you, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said. “I just... it’s so much more intense. I just can’t stop smelling A—oh, hey! And Apple Bloom’s estrus makes her smell make me want it more, so it’ll feel even better if Apple Bloom is around for me to smell!”

“Wait so...” Apple Bloom looked over her shoulder thoughtfully at Scootaloo already hovering nervously at Sweetie’s heel. “Y’all are gonna... do the same thing Scootaloo was doing to me?”

“Yup,” Sweetie said.

“And y’caint get any more pregnant, so Scootaloo’s gonna put all the foal goo in you, so it don’t go in me?”

“And it makes my penis calm down,” Scootaloo added, “So I can lick you, and make you feel real good!”

“B-but you’re just gonna climb up on Sweetie, an’ go in her just like that?” Apple Bloom said with an odd nervous edge to her voice.

“Yeah... something wrong?” Scootaloo asked, fidgeting.

“Ah wanna see that!” Apple Bloom exclaimed eagerly, “I caint see it when he does me, and ah never saw you two do it before!” She started to turn around and then wobbled, “Woah... th-that’s an awful big thing in me alright...”

“You alright, Apple Bloom?” Sweetie Belle asked worriedly. “I can pull it out if you need.”

“No it’s fine!” Apple Bloom said, exploring the limits of her body with a big fat thick thing wedged in her hips. “It’s great ah just... gotta get used to it. Feels way better than just bein’ empty. Forget lickin’ me even. Ah wanna see Scootaloo puttin’ his thing in ya!”

She oriented herself to face Sweetie Belle’s... rear end. Sweetie felt a little on the spot at that, but she also felt excited, like she could show her friend something new. What exactly was so special about her bottom getting a penis in it, she wasn’t sure, but the last of Apple Bloom’s orgasm left Sweetie so freaking wet, that she didn’t care as long as she got one in there. Sweetie Belle may not have been thinking as clearly as she thought she was.

So with Apple Bloom watching with fascination, no hint about her vagina’s contents other than the slim cord curling away from her rear, Sweetie once again made a show of swaying her hips, and lifting her tail, and winking for Scootaloo. It was... mostly show, that the thought of Scootaloo’s thing inside her made Sweetie Belle’s insides squirm in that in-and-out motion, that she knew looked like winking.

When Scootaloo climbed on top of Sweetie’s rump, Apple Bloom gave a soft, “Oh...” at something she saw. It was so satisfying for Sweetie, to feel her unappreciated groin finally prodded with hot male flesh. And of course Scootaloo had to poke around there for a while. Sweetie took it resignedly. It was just hard for him to tilt his penis up at just the right angle at just the right moment that he made contact.

“Havin’ trouble there Scoots?” Apple Bloom asked wryly.

“Hey, it ain’t as easy as it looks!” Scootaloo protested, twitching his dick up and down and then going for another prodding...slide along Sweetie’s belly. She huffed, needing him so bad, but also loving the anticipation that his weight on her rump and his prodding around evoked.

“C-can ah help?” Apple Bloom asked meekly.

Scootaloo stopped. He looked at Apple Bloom, at Apple Bloom’s upraised hoof, that even Sweetie could see looking back down her side. “Y-you could,” he said in realization. “I have t-trouble getting it at the right angle sometimes, but you could just... please could you, Apple Bloom?”

“A-ah get to touch you...” Apple Bloom whispered, her hoof reaching down there. “Put you in Sweetie Belle real good...” With Apple Bloom helping, Sweetie would be full before the next thrust! Sweetie faced forward in anticipation of rutting. She imagined Apple Bloom’s hoof down there, buoying up that penis. Scootaloo’s flat head prodded Sweetie’s vulva, and then shifted up and down against them, as if Apple Bloom was trying to find the right place.

“At the bottom~” Sweetie whimpered, winking whether she liked it or not. S-she was going to get Scootaloo inside her! And Scootaloo pressed on Sweetie’s entrance. Sweetie’s scrunched up little closed passage, just like the one she saw in Apple Bloom’s vulva. It couldn’t remain scrunched up. Sweetie felt every inch of it stretched more and more, a relieved breath escaping her as the tension she didn’t even know she had was stretched wide by something hot and fleshy. By Scootaloo. Every inch that Scootaloo pushed in her, Apple Bloom could see it, could see what Scootaloo was doing to her. Sweetie whimpered beside herself, as her insides squeezed hotly around Scootaloo’s penis, for Apple Bloom to see.

Scootaloo started thrusting almost immediately. Just panting and sliding in and out. “Oh man, when you did that, ah was just in heaven!” Apple Bloom said, possibly unaware that Scootaloo couldn’t really talk well while he was thrusting. Certainly not this hard or this forcefully. Sweetie Belle couldn’t really think well with Scootaloo in her, but she did have a very keen awareness of her situation. She was standing there, had to stand there on her own four hooves, while behind her a colt named Scootaloo grabbed her hips in his forelegs and filled them. His thrusting was rocking her in place, and all she could think to do was to look anxiously down at the floorboards.

Where... the control for Apple Bloom’s new dildo was just about in reach. Apple Bloom was standing with her head at Sweetie’s rear, and so Apple Bloom’s rear was near Sweetie’s head, and her hooves. And out of the soft yellow folds in that rear came a little cord leading to a control unit cleverly velcroed to the fur of Apple Bloom’s thigh. Sweetie had to get that. She had to get that.

Apple Bloom had taken her hoof back when Scootaloo got inside and was just watching them in astonishment. Sweetie tried to reach forward, but the unit was just out of her reach at that odd angle. The irony of her status as a unicorn was not lost on her, but even if she could summon a spark, there was absolutely no way she could concentrate with him grabbing her and sliding inside her. Sweetie tried to turn to reach, but Scootaloo just hauled her back onto himself, and Sweetie was finding it really hard to even move, now. She just felt fill, fill, filled and the sliding along her walls, the smooshing of his groin against her sensitive petals was just driving her crazy!

Behind her, Sweetie couldn’t stop thinking about the penis sliding wetly out of her bottom again and again. Sweetie couldn’t conceal anything from Apple Bloom, neither she nor Scootaloo having any choice at this point besides to fuck each other. She didn’t even try to reach the control unit anymore. Just scrunched her face and rocked backward, concentrating on being filled, and being the best filly place that Scootaloo could fill.

Sweetie wondered if it looked okay, or if she looked silly. She didn’t know how she should stand, or whether to curl her tail behind Scootaloo or not. But as self conscious as Apple Bloom watching her made her feel, Sweetie Belle’s mind was becoming dominated by the tingling waves emitting from those thick, sliding, stretching thrusts. She found herself caring less and less how she looked, just facing forward and gasping wetly, throwing herself into the act and damned be the consequences.

“S-sweetie,” Scootaloo grunted out, tightening his hooves around Sweetie Belle’s barrel, and just piling into her. Sweetie was ready to orgasm already! For this amazing colt who was in her and going to put more foal stuff in her. His hot squirts and she’d take them and contain them. The squirts that made her a mommy. And he—and then he expanded in her already!

Scootaloo must have been so worked up, and Sweetie just led him along this whole time. She was so glad he finally got to let it out, that she could do this for him. She hoped... she hoped even when her belly got big, she could still let him into her, and ease his tormented pole of flesh. It was only fair. He was making her... was making the tingles... rising up in her!

Sweetie didn’t think she was going to orgasm when Scootaloo cried out, and shoved inside her. She was so close, like balancing on a knife edge. Then he started thrashing in her, and the first spurt of semen just sent her falling into orgasm, like a boulder rolling down a steep hill. His squirts fought with her inner convulsions. Squirt, Sweetie clutch, clutch, clutched, squirt, squiirt... he had so much! She was drooling her—her mouth was drooling, but her other mouth was drooling too, and squeezing, and jerking, and her tail was bobbing just like Apple Bloom’s.

Scootaloo’s seed just started dribbling out of Sweetie Belle’s snatch back there, running down her groin, and still he put it in her. Every drop of seed that he had. Sweetie couldn’t contain it all. She would have such a mess to clean up. She was slimy and dripping and stuffed full and still twitching from her orgasmic clenches, and if that wasn’t the best feeling ever, Sweetie didn’t want to know what was, because she didn’t think she could feel any more incredible.

Sweetie wasn’t sure what to make of the shocked silence from Apple Bloom after Scootaloo ejaculated into Sweetie Belle while she orgasmed. Once she got her voice back, and could breathe half normally, Sweetie Belle said to Apple Bloom weakly, “Pretty good... huh?”

“You promise Scootaloo can do that after mah heat is over,” Apple Bloom asked Sweetie intently, getting right up in Sweetie’s face.

Sweetie started to nod, and said, “You heard Scootaloo. He said he would.”

“A-ah can deal with that t-then, but, but Sweetie,” Apple Bloom exclaimed, “He was dripping outta you! You were all twitching on him and he just held it in you, and his bottom part was all throbbing. He really pumps it in like that?”

“Y-you could ask him, you know,” Sweetie said dimly. “But y-yeah. He’s never made... so much before...”

“I can’t s-stop it from pumping,” Scootaloo explained. “It just... I just start feeling electric and then boom it’s happening. But I... it was so easy this time. All this... working me up, it just about jumped out of me. If I did that in Apple Bloom, it’d be like... pregnant city. Felt like a.. more like a squirt gun than just a pump. Sweetie... you’re so cool, you don’t even know.”

“Oh, I think I have an idea,” Sweetie said with a grateful smile, giving a comforting hug with her vagina to the exhausted pegasus hugging her deliriously.

Then Sweetie Belle walked forward, Scootaloo sliding out of her with a satisfying slurp, not even caring about his seed dribbling out down her leg. He was so slimy inside her and it was just beautiful, and now her target was within her grasp.

“Hey, Scootaloo, check this out,” Sweetie said with a cheeky grin, lifting her hoof to the control unit on Apple Bloom’s leg. “You ready, Apple Bloom?”

“W-what’s that thing?” Apple Bloom said, not quite able to see where the cord was going behind her, to the nice thick pliable dildo filling her young passage right now. Sweetie answered her question, by turning the switch.

It started slowly, while Sweetie slowly slid up the slider. Apple Bloom blinked in surprise and lifted a hind hoof saying, “It’s mov—!” before she had to clop the hind hoof down and stare at Sweetie, at the little thing Sweetie’s hoof was on, that the unicorn was slowly turning up. “Haah! Ahh!” was soon the only thing Apple Bloom could say, not even looking at either of them anymore, just staring at nothing, consumed by the feeling deep inside her.

“The hay is that, Sweetie?” Scootaloo asked in astonishment, at a suddenly lust ridden Apple Bloom.

“It moves,” Sweetie said indulgently, trying out different speeds to see which seemed to affect Apple Bloom the most, the fastest. The filly’s pale yellow hindquarters were just about quivering, her bright red tail hiked high into the air as it could go. “It starts at the end,” Sweetie explained. “And it moves a lot there, just back and forth deep inside her, but then it moves further up, and faster, when I turn this.

“When it’s all the way up she looks like this,” Sweetie demonstrated, her friend giving a high whine at the buzzing vibration at her surface. “And when it’s all the way down, she looks like this.” Sweetie turned the dial down, and Apple Bloom could breathe again, big gulps of air as she humped on nothing.

“Sweetie!” Apple Bloom gasped at her with intense eyes, bucking in the air at what was happening inside her. “The buzzing!” she begged. “Ah need it, the b-buzz!”

“It’s moving deep inside her now,” Sweetie patiently explained. “Just like it’s putting boy stuff into her. But I guess her button is outside, so this will make her orgasm.”

“’gasm,” Apple Bloom agreed tightly, “Ah need it...”

Sweetie turned the dial again, and as the movement crept to Apple Bloom’s surface, Apple Bloom stiffened and closed her eyes in concentration, breathing shorter and fiercely. “Yes...” she whispered. “Ye—!” she coughed out a gasp of pleasure. Sweetie turned the dial all the way to what she now knew was “button mode.”

“Hahh! Ah... ah’m it’s ahhh!” Apple Bloom just belted out animal cries as the orgasm took her. It hit her hard, and the rhythmic bobbing of her tail was—

“Sweetie stop—ah caint—ahhh!” Apple Bloom practically screamed, trying to look at Sweetie, but just loosing her footing and crashing on her side, arching in what looked like terrible pain. Sweetie fumbled with the control unit in panic, turning the switch off and stopping it, a desperate worry coming as she never thought it could hurt her friend! Was it broken? Oh no! Anyway... stopping it seemed to do the trick. Apple Bloom stopped keening, and just lay there on her side, twitching rhythmically, her mouth falling open into a sloppily delighted smile.

“Um... oops,” Sweetie said in a quiet voice. “I t-think she’s okay now?”

“I... I think it was hurting her to orgasm,” Scootaloo said soberly.

“I didn’t think that ever happens,” Sweetie said uneasily. “But I never tried the d-dildo. I think she’s okay now?”

Scootaloo sat down beside Apple Bloom with concern, and lifted her head to rest on his side. Sweetie sat on the other side of Apple Bloom, putting a hoof on Apple Bloom’s flank worried and unsure of what was going on in there, down between her friend’s now even more mysterious filly parts. That’s where they stayed until Apple Bloom just started laughing in sheer joy.

“That was like the opposite of pain!” she said, writhing sensuously between them. “Ah didn’t know ya could feel too good!”

Sweetie would confirm this later, not even being able to comprehend what Apple Bloom was saying when she told them it was basically the most excruciating good thing she ever felt, like her pleasure button was some kind of live wire. Buuuut it turns out that’s sort of exactly what it is.

When you have taken your friend’s dildo, and inserted it inside yourself, delighted to control the deep shifting ripples, or the incredible vibrations on the surface, and when you start to orgasm you shift it all the way up to button mode, it doesn’t hurt at all, and it’s worse than kicking a zap apple tree! Sweetie was lucky Apple Bloom insisted on being there to shut the darn thing off, because she couldn’t imagine orgasming for more than one second with that thing eagerly resonating on her terribly most sensitive place, at that moment of utter mind blowing experience.

So Sweetie lay there the time she tried it, just as spent as Apple Bloom had been. If not for her friend, Sweetie couldn’t have even hit the switch to turn it off. That’s how far it blew her past all semblance of control or sanity. She learned a valuable lesson that day, that the best orgasms are ones you reach slowly, and gently, teasing yourself over the edge, and then mostly letting yourself be, while your body takes care of the orgasm all on its own. It was a lesson Rarity probably could have taught her, if after learning of her sister’s pregnancy, she had thought that Sweetie was even going to use the dildo. But as frightening as it was being unable to make it stop by herself, Apple Bloom was there to help her, and Sweetie was pretty okay about it in the end.

Two problems were solved in that emergency meeting. Firstly, Apple Bloom had a very, very effective tool to help her orgasm so well that she wouldn’t need to run under a stallion and present herself. And secondly, the three of them learned how to be truly intimate together again, despite estrus. Once Scootaloo had orgasmed, Apple Bloom could be pregnancy free, and he could eat her out to his heart’s content. She didn’t mind at all, that it took a long time for his heart to be content.

Sweetie showed Apple Bloom all the cool, incredible things Scootaloo could do. Usually Apple Bloom just liked to watch while Scootaloo pumped Sweetie full of seed, using Apple Bloom’s estrus to supercharge their lusty relationship. But Sweetie also had Scootaloo do his squirting outside, like he had before, but this time it was to show Apple Bloom. The second time he went outside, Apple Bloom tried to do the rubbing, but she actually clamped her mouth down on the tip of Scootaloo’s penis, suckling it like a teat as he ejaculated. That’s how much her estrus wanted his seed! Sweetie managed to get them apart then, but she was scared now, that maybe his seed could get back to her womb, if it went down Apple Bloom’s throat. It didn’t end Apple Bloom’s estrus, so it probably was okay, but there were so many things Sweetie didn’t know.

It was hard to teach Apple Bloom, for that matter. Sweetie Belle didn’t feel qualified when she explained how Scootaloo couldn’t orgasm twice, so he was safe after he re-impregnated Sweetie, but before that he would make Apple Bloom a mommy for sure.

“There is a limit for fillies,” Sweetie said nervously to Apple Bloom. “But only if you get tired... I can usually do three. Colts are different. They have a... magic limit. They’re not even tired, but they stop feeling it after only just one.”

“Now why would something silly like that be the case?” Apple Bloom asked, disappointedly and a bit sympathetically.

“It’s lame,” Scootaloo grumbled, “It’s just because I can’t make any more seed come out. So it’s like, if I’m not ready to hurt fillies, I can’t even feel good!”

“You didn’t hurt me, Scootaloo,” Sweetie told him soothingly. “I can... being pregnant has been more good than bad so far. It’s just, I mean... if you did it every time, every filly would have a new foal every year! But it wasn’t bad. You just didn’t know. Though when you mounted Apple Bloom, it was kinda bad.”

Scootaloo blushed, “Heh heh, yeah I... I’ll try not to do that again.”

Apple Bloom was counting on her hooves, and she got a puzzled look, saying, “Gosh, why ain’t there more foals? There’s like... ah know a lot of mares have foals, but usually only one, and they ain’t making one every single year!”

“I really wish I knew,” Scootaloo sighed, shaking his head. “It’s totally hard, but maybe everypony is just really good about not doing it? I can’t ask anypony, or they’ll put me in the colt paddock.”

“Granny don’t know enough either,” Apple Bloom said morosely. “Either that or she ain’t talkin’.”

“Ponies all seem so touchy about this stuff,” Sweetie said. “It’s all icky and gross, and it does feel really good, but who wants to just tell some strange filly how you are supposed to do bottom stuff?”

“If only there were some way where a pony didn’t have to tell you directly,” Apple Bloom pondered. “Like, a book we could read on it or something.”

“I don’t think Princess Celestia ever said anything about it,” Scootaloo mumbled. “The texts they have in the orphanage are all... about being good, and friendly and true to your cause or something. Nothing about how it actually works.”

“Yeah,” Sweetie said, “I even tried Rarity’s romance novels but they just talk about being faithful and how tragic it is loving a stallion who doesn’t love you, and then right when they get to the part about bottoms, it skips to the next chapter!”

“Does Rarity know you are readin’ those?” Apple Bloom asked with some misgivings.

Sweetie blushed, “Of course not, but she’s bad at hiding them, a-and there’s no reason I shouldn’t read about all those beautiful stallions and noble knights. But even those books assume you already know...”

Sweetie paused.

“Maybe we could...” she murmured, in a somewhat haunted tone, “Those romance novels are books that aren’t Celestia’s words. There is one place that has... some other books that aren’t... you know...”

“The library,” Apple Bloom realized, uneasily.

Sweetie and Apple Bloom looked at each other in a pensive silence. Scootaloo looked between the two, then clapped his hooves around their shoulders.

“C’mon, you girls are such scaredy-cats!” Scootaloo laughed, hugging the two of them. “It’s just books we’re technically not supposed to read. What are they gonna do, read us to death? Maybe they’re all just more romance novels.”

“I guess it’s worth a shot,” Sweetie said reluctantly. “I don’t know anywhere else. We should be okay, as long as we don’t run into that crazy librarian.”

Sweetie, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom warily crept into the strange living tree building that was home to the small library in Ponyville, where they were immediately accosted by that crazy librarian. As it so happens, there was nopony else in the library, and nothing to distract the librarian from paying attention to them. Furthermore, this mare was Rarity’s close friend, and Applejack’s. As such, she not only immediately recognized the three of them, and gravitated to the foals creeping into the tree library, but the librarian said in a bell-like smarmy voice, with a tone of barely concealed eagerness,

“Oh, hello Apple Bloom! ...Scootaloo. ...Sweetie Belle.” The three shrank back at her approach, making the librarian hesitate on her hooves, and Sweetie couldn’t think of what to do, other than nervously fidget under Twilight Sparkle’s unnerving stare. “Welcome to the library?” Twilight attempted, smiling nervously at the cowed foals.

“We need books,” Sweetie Belle blurted out anxiously, “On um... why ponies don’t have foals every year.”

Twilight’s eyes softened as Sweetie spoke, and she said, “I see. Come on, they’re in the back room here.” She turned and trotted down the stairs in the back of the library. With no other options coming to mind, the three had no choice but to follow her into her lair.

The spooky purple unicorn led the three of them back there to a dark room, where no other ponies were in direct earshot, the library walls thick all around them. The foals were sort of clustering together and quivering now, thinking that maybe they’ve made a huge mistake. Then, Twilight pulled Sweetie Belle aside, alone. Sweetie’s heart stopped as the unicorn crouched down and got in her face, blocking off Scootaloo and Apple Bloom behind a door before they could so much as protest. Whispering dreadfully to Sweetie, Twilight said, “Does Apple Bloom... know?”

Know? Know what? Oh. Sweetie nodded numbly. She had a good idea what Twilight was referring to, just from that sad tension the librarian was expressing very powerfully.

“Rarity told me about it,” Twilight said quietly, and less invasively, keeping to herself reservedly. “Is it really, I mean... how are you dealing with it?”

“I feel fine so far,” Sweetie said tensely, “But Apple Bloom um...” she glanced at the door, not sure how to say it politely.

“Oh... oh no,” Twilight realized unhappily, straightening up. “Not her, too!”

Twilight pulled open the door to the alcove Sweetie had been cornered in, ushering in the other two, and facing the alarmed, and now confused young earth pony, saying to Apple Bloom, “Was it Scootaloo? You did know he was a colt, right? Was it some other pony? Were you even thinking about the consequences?”

“What?!” Apple Bloom squawked at her. Apple Bloom stared at Twilight unbelievingly. Apple Bloom blinked.

“Ah ain’t preggers!” Apple Bloom shouted hopping on her hooves, in tone angry enough that it seemed like it surprised even her. But when Twilight jerked back in surprise at her outburst, Apple Bloom reigned herself in, and admitted sullenly, more cooly, “Yeah mah friend Shady tried to get me preggers. But Scootaloo and Sweetie were there to stop Shady, and tell us about the dangers. And uh, Scootaloo tried to get me preggers, too. Sweetie only let Scootaloo go for a little, before making him back off.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Are you sure,” she said urgently. Then she said anxiously, “Ohh, you can’t do that! Why do fillies think they can do that!”

“P-pretty sure, miss Twilight!” Apple Bloom staggered back at the unicorn’s odd reaction. “An’ a stallion named Caramel stopped me from uh... makin’ a mistake, and Sweetie’s been helping me ever since. Mah estrus would go away if ah was preggers, right?”

“Well good,” Twilight said vehemently, floating a book in Apple Bloom’s face, “I’m glad. But you’re still going to read this.”

Apple Bloom blinked at her, then looked at the book, whose title was on pony reproduction. “Out loud,” Twilight prompted. “Your friends need to know too.”

“Alright—” Apple Bloom said, interrupted again when Twilight said,

“I’ve highlighted the relevant passage. It’s very important.”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, and just started reading the glowing part of the text. “The pre-a-jace-u-late emitted during aruhsal cain contain signifecant amounts of sp-sperm, that cain result in unexpested pregnayncies for cuples who prastise—practice c-coytus interrupt...us.”

Apple Bloom didn’t see anymore to read.

“I don’t get it,” Sweetie said flatly.

“I don’t know all those words,” Scootaloo added uncertainly. “What’s tus, and why’s it coy?”

“It was one word,” Apple Bloom cut in, with a puzzled look, “Coitus. Haven’t the slightest idea.”

“Could you fillies please visit the library more often?” Twilight moaned exasperatedly. “This is basic sexual terminology. Coitus is, well, it’s when you... put the penis, in the vagina!”

“What’s a vagina?” Scootaloo asked, even more cluelessly.

“It’s my inside place,” Sweetie offered helpfully. “I um... forgot it was called vagina, but Rarity told me once.”

“Well duh,” Apple Bloom said in frustration. “This dumb book just says if’n you mount up on a filly and start squirtin’ inside her, she’ll get a foal. We already knew that!”

Twilight facehooved. “No, coitus interruptus,” she said, “Is where you try to avoid pregnancy by er, ‘mounting up’ and then pulling out before orgasm. You do at least know what orgasm is, right?”

Three clueless looks and Twilight groaned. “I wasn’t going to sort the arthropology collection this afternoon anyway,” she grumbled, “Okay, listen carefully. The proper terminology is coitus, for the act of insertion, and orgasm, for the point ejaculation occurs.”

“Ejacu-what?” Sweetie asked, wishing she had a dictionary now, instead of an angry librarian.

Twilight just gave her a hopeless look, saying, “Ejaculation is when the semen comes out!”

There was a silence, whereupon Scootaloo spoke up, saying, “What’s semen?” The other two fillies nodded to him in affirmation, looking to Twilight.

“Maybe you should start,” Twilight sighed, “By telling me how you think a filly gets pregnant...”

“Well,” Sweetie spoke up, being the foremost authority on pregnant fillies. “First the colt does the twitchy thing, because he’s sliding inside you. It doesn’t make any seed at first, but when he gets older he does. But he still wants to put the seed in your inside place, since it feels really good when he does. When you have seed in you, it wriggles up into your womb and unites with your egg. Then your egg turns into a foal, and plants in you. Um... then the foal grows bigger and... something about a bloody thing... and...”

Twilight Sparkle lit up her horn, vanishing in a burst of purple magic. Through the walls outside the library the fillies could hear her screaming furiously outside at the top of her lungs, “Colloquialisms!!”

Then with another sparkly poof she was back in the room, with a gentle smile on her face. “It’s not your fault. You fillies—er,” she glanced at Scootaloo, “Foals, could only learn by asking your parents—er,” she glanced at Apple Bloom, “Your family—er,” she glanced at Scootaloo again.

“You know what,” Twilight realized somberly at the three foals, “You have not got the support network that most foals have. No wonder you have the terminology all mixed up!”

“I have parents,” Sweetie pointed out innocently. The others nodded to her in affirmation. She added, “They just um... they’re on vacation right now... again...” and now she felt kind of sad.

“What you three need,” Twilight said emphatically, “Is to spend more time at the library. There are plenty of books here that won’t use vague flowery terms like inside place and seed.”

“I kinda like the term ‘inside place’” Sweetie said, somewhat resentfully.

“Your mouth is an inside place,” Twilight said, undeterred. “So are your nostrils. So is the library. We’re inside an inside place right now! Nopony will know you mean that inside place, if you don’t use the proper terminology.”

“Well, what’s the... proper terminology?” Scootaloo said, stepping to stand between the librarian and Sweetie Belle. Twilight frowned at him, but then smiled gladly. She was really not the easiest pony to understand sometimes.

Though admittedly, she wasn’t nearly as creepy as any of the three had thought she was going to be. Her eyes didn’t even glow in the dark!

“The seed you’re talking about is called semen,” Twilight said in a lecturey tone. “It contains motile haploid cells called sperm that... technically can be considered seeds, but mostly it is seminal fluid, a white viscous substance in which the sperm are propelled.”

“Oh, so it’s not like, liquid seeds?” Scootaloo asked uncertainly.

Twilight nodded to Scootaloo. “That’s right. The seeds are protoplasmic, not liquid. The bulk of the semen is a fluid they’re suspended in, which is... a protein soup. The best analogy I can think of is sinus fluid. It’s a thick, white viscous slime, the same sort of thing as what moistens your nasal passages.”

There was a pause, after which Apple Bloom exclaimed, “Semen is snot?!”

“Ssh!” Twilight said, “This is a private reading room, but it’s still a library!”

Sweetie didn’t understand why Apple Bloom was so horrified. She just looked at Apple Bloom oddly, when Apple Bloom didn’t even finish her sentence.

“Semen is not... what?” Sweetie prompted uncertainly.

“No, snot,” Apple Bloom corrected her.

“I didn’t say it was anything, though!” Sweetie protested.

“No, like, snot,” Apple Bloom tried again, “Like when you have a cold an’ you sneeze white slimy goobers out.”

“Oh no,” Scootaloo groaned, sinking down in embarassment. “ It totally is. I can’t believe I did that!”

“Ah am never touchin’ a colt ever again,” Apple Bloom moaned sinking down with him sympathetically.

“You sneezed in my vagina?!” Sweetie hissed accusingly at Scootaloo.

“It didn’t make you sick,” Scootaloo countered desperately, “Just pregnant!”

Sweetie blinked, and looked away from Scootaloo, at Twilight, asking, “Is pregnancy a kind of cold?”

Twilight for her part, looked like she was going to cry at this exchange, but managed to restrain her tears. “No... no, it’s not,” she said quietly.

“Pregnancy is snot too?!” Sweetie exclaimed with alarm.

Twilight whimpered in consternation, hanging her head, saying “I just want you to use the proper terminology...”

Apple Bloom walked up and touched the leg of the morose librarian, saying, “Sorry miss Twilight. Ah didn’t mean to interrupt. It was just kinda... upsettin’”

“It totally is like sneezing too,” Sweetie admitted. “It tickles more and more, until you can’t stand it, and then it’s squeezing down on its own. Just with sneezing, it’s coming out of your mouth. And um... bottom squeezing goes in, not out.”

“Orgasm,” Twilight said quietly.

“What?” Sweetie asked.

“Your bottom... squeezing,” Twilight bit out. “It’s called orgasm.”

“What about my squeezing?” Scootaloo asked. “Uh, I mean, jerking... the stuff that makes the seedmen come out of me.”

“That’s called orgasm too,” Twilight said. “And it’s semen, not seed-men.”

“I toldja our bottom things were the same thing,” Scootaloo said cheekily to Sweetie.

Sweetie smiled shyly, and said, “Yeah, they kind of are.”

“Alright, thus far we have the terms semen, vagina, sperm, coitus and orgasm,” Twilight summarized. “Quick quiz: the place where a filly goes inside is called...”

“A vagina!” Scootaloo piped up.

“Good!” Twilight smiled. “And coitus is...”

“Ooh,” Sweetie spoke up, “It’s where he mounts on you and gets ready to make a foal.”

“Very... poetic Sweetie,” Twilight said. “Now, the fluid Scootaloo emits is called...”

“Semen,” Apple Bloom whispered tensely.

“And inside that semen are little tiny...”

None of them got it.

“Sperm,” Twilight confirmed for them again. “When sperm penetrate a filly’s egg, she becomes with foal, and what that book was trying to tell you is if you engage in coitus, that is, even if you just put it in a little, your pre-ejaculate may contain sperm. It’s not safe to try pulling out early.”

“Wait, so,” Apple Bloom said nervously, “You mean even just a little bit inside and—?”

“That’s right,” Twilight sighed. “It’s... very rare, but it is a very real danger.”

“What is this pre-ejaculate stuff?” Scootaloo asked frustratedly. “Nothing comes out of me except semen. You mean filly juices?”

“Vaginal fluid,” Twilight corrected, “And no, I meant the stuff that drips out of er... emits from you as soon as you become erect.”

Scootaloo blinked. “But nothing comes out,” he said. “I can’t make anything come out until the twi—the orgasm.”

Twilight tilted her head. “Oh, I guess um,” she answered uncertainly, “Not every male produces pre-ejaculate... it really varies from stallion to stallion. You might when you get older, but um... the point is you shouldn’t put it in a filly at all, because it could end up with her pregnant despite your best efforts.”

“Well that’s no fun,” Scootaloo said, rolling his eyes.

“It’s fine, as long as you avoid estrus,” Twilight insisted snippily.

“But estrus is the most fun!” Scootaloo protested. “I mean, Apple Bloom here just squeezy...gasmed, and she’s already making it come out again. Poor Sweetie is getting tired of me mounting her, and Apple Bloom is the one who really wants it!”

“S’truth,” Apple Bloom mumbled, “This estrus is really the worst if’n ah cain’t have what Sweetie does... ah hate bein’ the only filly in the room who’s got it.”

“You’re not the only filly with estrus,” Twilight grumbled, shifting her hind leg discreetly.

“But other mares don’t have foals every year,” Sweetie cut in urgently, looking at her increasingly incensed friends, and at that librarian who was... something. “We just need to learn how they do it, and maybe how Scootaloo can help Apple Bloom. And I really don’t mind all the m-mounting it just makes me sad for Apple Bloom.”

“Th’ month’s almost a quarter over,” Apple Bloom said wearily. “Ah cain hold out till then... it’s just hard, an’ all. Lots harder work than givin’ birth, ah’ll tell ya.”

Twilight twitched an eye in Apple Bloom’s direction, drawling out wryly, “You have never given birth, I take it.”

“Well no, but ah saw it once,” Apple Bloom said. “One of th’ cows let me watch, an’ she had a real good time of it.”

“Well, while giving birth is rarely especially painful, Twilight said, “It is still a lot of work. I’ve seen no filly more exhausted than one who’s had a long, difficult labor.”

“Yeah, but nopony’s birth took a month!” Apple Bloom protested. “Ah been havin’ problems for over a week now! I’d take a hour or two of huffin’ and puffin’ over that. Trouble is, ah cain’t take care of a foal. Ah just got started with the apple buckin’ an’ Granny caint even buck no more, so we got enough for us to eat, but a foal would mean we’d all have to go hungry, for I dunno how long! Until she grows up and has another foal, ah guess!”

Twilight nodded, “Point taken. You’re right that... putting up with estrus is a small amount of effort over a very long time. It doesn’t get any easier, either...”

“Have you ever given birth?” Sweetie asked Twilight curiously.

Twilight blushed and stuttered, “N-no, I haven’t had a stallion fertilize me, yet. Um, nor do I plan to.”

“Hope you don’t want me to,” Scootaloo said grumpily. “I don’t even know if I could get up that high.”

“Actually, if I were to lay supine you wouldn’t have any problem with penetration,” Twilight pointed out.

“...supine?” Scootaloo asked warily.

“...on my back,” Twilight clarified grumpily.

Scootaloo actually... blushed at that. “O-oh,” he said, “Yeah that would... um... work.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to the concept,” Twilight admitted, fidgeting her hindquarters again. “All this talk of t-terminology has certainly em... fired me up, so to speak. But it’s no big deal I can manage um... it.”

“You’re in heat, too,” Sweetie said, in sudden realization. Which was kind of bad since Twilight literally said this to be the case, not ten minutes ago. “B-but you don’t want... you don’t want to get pregnant, do you?”

“I... hm,” Twilight rubbed her chin. “I do in a sense,” she said, “But definitely not with Scootaloo. No offense, but I intend to be careful about my donor’s genetic compatability, and that’s not the sort of thing I can verify without a lot of blood work and calculation.”

Scootaloo started to deflate at that, but by the end of it he was just too confused to tell exactly what she was talking about. “So... you don’t want to do it?” He asked uncertainly.

“Oh no, I do, it’s just—” Twilight winced. “I mean, I didn’t mean to say you had to, but if you um, of course you would be willing but, I mean I’ve heard it feels um...”

“Really good?” Sweetie attempted.

“It’s really hard to say no,” Twilight spoke out, her purple tail flicking restlessly. “I er, I think I would want to for just about anypony at this point, just to get some... relief. N-not that I have anypony in mind. It’s just that this season is going to be a real doozy, you know.”

“Figures mah first season would be a doozy of one,” Apple Bloom said bitterly. “Ah don’t wanna feel all like this ah just wanna be mahself!”

Twilight smiled sadly, and there was a remorseful tinge to her voice when she said, “We took care of her as soon as possible, but the night of the last solstice was... really long. Maybe even a week. It’s thrown everything out of whack, including our biological clocks. To warm the earth, the princess had to lengthen the days earlier, and for longer, and you know what that means.”

No foal volunteered this information, just blinking at her cluelessly.

“Estrus is triggered by sunlight,” Twilight said disgustedly. “When the sun is up for long enough days, mares go into estrus. If your ovaries are too young it won’t do anything, but you fillies were just lucky enough that your ovaries started producing. On the year that with so many long days... well, let’s just say Ponyville is going to have to rethink its attitude towards contraception, and fast.”

“What’s contra...ception?” Apple Bloom asked, working her mouth around the word.

Twilight would have answered, but she was too busy pounding her forehead against the wall. Right where there was a conveniently well worn horn shaped dent on the wall, for her horn to fit in. Once she...got better from... whatever that was, she said, “You three should know about contraception. Every pony should know about contraception. If I could just... ugh...”

Twilight looked at Sweetie Belle sadly. Sweetie didn’t like being looked at sadly.

“If you had access to contraception, this would never have been a problem,” Twilight said to Sweetie. “I’m sorry you have to be pregnant, but contraception just means anything that prevents pregnancy from happening in the first place.”

“I know I have to,” Sweetie answered glumly. “But Apple Bloom isn’t pregnant yet. Could she have contraception?”

“What, is it like a cork or something?” Apple Bloom asked suspiciously, “Or like, a belt that blocks you off? Dunno how you’d do it for a boy.”

Twilight laughed lightly at that saying, “No, Apple Bloom, contraception is much more than just that. There are chastity belts, but I can tell you that they work better at teaching fillies how to pick locks than they do at stopping pregnancy. No, there are other forms of contraception. There’s a medicine you can take to prevent implantation. There’s a shot you can take. And then there’s the IUD.”

“IUD?” Apple Bloom asked reluctantly. “That a medicine, too?”

“It’s my personal favorite form of contraception,” Twilight said happily. “But basically, it’s a way that you can safely um... raise your tail for colts, with very little danger of pregnancy.”

“An’ they can go in, too?” Apple Bloom said looking more eager by the second.

“Yup, the whole shebang,” Twilight chirped. “It’d be just like you had nothing at all. I mean,” she blushed, “Or so I’ve heard.”

“Ah will do all your chores if—” Apple Bloom started to yell at her, but puzzled about saying, “That is, your librarian... duties or...whatnot, if ah cain have that!”

Twilight stepped back from the eager filly, saying, “Oh, I dunno, Apple Bloom, your sister really doesn’t like those things. Many ponies here are very... traditional, and consider it kind of I dunno... evil.”

Apple Bloom seriously hesitated at that saying, “But mah... but... you said...”

Twilight corrected hastily saying, “An IUD is completely mundane, with not any dark magic or evil at all. It’s perfectly safe. Just a secret little trick that can keep your womb foal free for your estrus period. It’s just... your sister once said I was a um... dirty slut for having one, so she wouldn’t um... it’d be bad to tell her. And Rarity too, she wouldn’t even talk to me for a week.”

Sweetie frowned worriedly. “Rarity too? Are you sure it’s s-safe? I don’t want to hurt Apple Bloom.”

“Ah don’t care about gettin’ hurt ah’ll do anything if’n ah cain get that fillin’ again,” Apple Bloom said intensely. “You really don’t know Sweetie, it’s just like, ah’m all empty and alone and ah just... it just don’t go away!”

“I wish I went into estrus,” Sweetie said, getting a bizarre look from Apple Bloom, clarifying with, “Because then I could know what you’re going through...”

“Oh please, oh please miss Twilight, ah’ll do anything!” Apple Bloom said with big earnest eyes right at the purple librarian’s hooves. Twilight cracked like an egg.

“Oh what the heck,” Twilight said. “If you three think you can keep a secret, you should be fine, and getting in trouble is a lot less of a hassle than getting pregnant!”

“Thank you thank you,” Apple Bloom gasped, hugging Twilight right around the legs, making the librarian look quite awkwardly unsure of herself.

“I wish I could have it,” Sweetie said resentfully. “But I don’t want Apple Bloom to get hurt,” she added more worriedly. “Are you a hundred percent completely hundred absolutely sure? Because Rarity wouldn’t um... get upset over... okay, but Applejack wouldn’t get upset over nothing.”

“I am absolutely sure that she will not get hurt,” Twilight told her. “Because I’ve already done the trick, for myself! Do I look hurt to you? Not one bit! That’s why Applejack said ...I was a slut. The reason she did that is, she’s just a bit... upset at finding out. She’s just worried for me, thinking it will hurt me, and it frustrates her so bad that she can’t do anything about it. She’s just mistaken, and can only think to protect me by saying hurtful things.”

“Yeah, ‘slut’ must be something horrible,” Scootaloo said sympathetically. “It sounds like throwing up or something.”

“Actually...” Twilight straightened, looking thoughtful. She speared Sweetie with a look, saying, “Slut is just a word for a mare who enjoys sex.”

“Sex?” Scootaloo again asked, unknowingly. Twilight glanced at Scootaloo dimly.

“You don’t talk to the older colts, I guess,” the librarian said quietly. “Sex is a slang term for coitus.”

“Wait,” Sweetie said in confusion. “So what’s bad about that? I mean, besides um...” she blushed. “I guess finding out you’re pregnant is bad. I wish I didn’t have to be...” she mumbled shamefully.

“Hey, I sympathize, really I do,” Twilight said rolling her eyes. “But even if it felt good, you should have known better. It’s not like you didn’t know what would happen, if you lifted your tail for Scootaloo.”

Sweetie blinked at her. “Actually...” Sweetie said tilting her head at Twilight uncertainly, “I kinda didn’t?”

“Of course you did,” Twilight said with a weird half smile. “Your parents would... oh, um... you knew, didn’t you?”

“No, they f-forgot I guess,” Sweetie blushed. “And Rarity told me too late. Me and Scootaloo have been... coitusing together for a long time now.”

Twilight stared at Sweetie. “Rarity... didn’t tell me that,” she said with a raised eyebrow.

“Is that bad?” Sweetie asked worriedly.

Twilight just frowned, and said, “You want to tell me exactly how you got pregnant? All she said was that you raised your tail for Scootaloo, here.”

“I did!” Sweetie exclaimed. “I just didn’t know that’s what it did. She tried to tell me about um birds and bees, a few days ago. And I had already stopped going into estrus. I even had some of Scootaloo in me even when she was telling me! S-so it was too late when she... told me.”

“How long exactly have you been pregnant?” Twilight asked, with a quiet light in her eyes.

“I dunno, over a week,” Sweetie said confidently. “Estrus started for everypony...filly in our class a week ago, so that was when it... happened.”

“It’s only been a week for you?” Twilight declared agog, right in Sweetie’s face.

“F-fillies I mean, we’re younger so estrus came l-later, but it still did,” Sweetie squeaked nervously.

Twilight just gaped at Sweetie Belle at first. Then she closed her eyes and smiled, taking in a slow breath. Then she charged out of the room, and out of the library. Outside, she could once again be heard screaming. This time, “You ponies are all a bunch of barbarians!!” Then she trotted back in with a nice bright smile on her face, saying sweetly to Sweetie Belle, “You really should come around the library more often.”

Twilight looked aside, then added a bit more seriously, “This is more important than you may realize, Sweetie Belle. What you’ve told me, well, I can only conclude that your sister Rarity might not have been... entirely one hundred percent forward with you.”

Sweetie just gulped and nodded as Twilight stared her down, looking darkly intense despite the library’s pleasant, sunny lighting. Scootaloo kicked Twilight in the flank with his forehooves saying, “Hey! Come on, she said she was sorry! You’re scaring her!” Twilight’s gaze turned to the colt instead, as Sweetie sank in uneasy relief.

“This’s why they don’t want us comin’ to the library...” Apple Bloom shouted defiantly, though still curling her tail around herself. “You’re kinda uh, no offense but,”

“Weird,” Sweetie said from under her forehooves. “And a little scary.”

Twilight got a look of guilty shock at that. The excitable lilac unicorn backed off from them, giving them a good bit of space, and apologized.

“Sorry girls...” Twilight said tiredly, “I mean, ponies,” she added glancing at Scootaloo. “I’m not the best to um, teach you maybe, but... I don’t know anyone who could do it discreetly, and... these are important life changing decisions. They shouldn’t be denied to you foals, just because you grew up in this... here.”

Twilight sighed, and turned away.

“You know you’re being misled,” Twilight stated, without addressing any of them directly, “When the first thing they teach you is to fear ponies who don’t fit in.” She shook her head, and turned back to the foals. “This is really too much,” grumbled a very discomfited librarian, “I can’t believe Rarity would... she’s such a nice pony she... ugh.”

“Sweetie Belle,” Twilight said urgently, to the little filly who was just at the precipitous age that she could bear a foal, “You don’t have to be pregnant.”