The World is Sideways

Sweetie felt as if the world were tilting sideways as she gaped up at Twilight. “W... what?!” she squeaked.

Then she looked around nervously and whispered more quietly, “What?! But Rarity said—”

“She doesn’t understand!” Twilight hissed back quietly. “She... she might not even know that you can terminate a pregnancy. I don’t know. I’ll... I want to make sure you have the best chance you can Sweetie Belle, so I won’t tell her if it would get you hurt, but if I can avoid putting you in danger, I will have very strong words with Rarity about this.”

“But I’m... but she said there was already a foal in me!” Sweetie said aghast. “That’s why I’m not having estrus!”

“There is, and there isn’t,” Twilight said cryptically. “The truth is a lot different. It’s not safe to talk even here. I don’t want to put you three all in danger. Just... I need you, only you Sweetie Belle, to meet me at the river leading to the Everfree. Not tomorrow, today after lunch. I’ll tell you then, but it has to be soon as possible. You could be okay, but the clock is ticking!”

“What if ah get preggers?” Apple Bloom asked aside, in a hurt voice.

“It’s a bit different, if you know about the dangers,” Twilight said flatly. “Sweetie said she didn’t even know what she was doing, and that’s just... completely not fair, and kind of evil to force on somepony. You um... you won’t need to worry about it either, because I’ll share my contraceptive trick with you.”

Apple Bloom still looked resentful, so Twilight added, “Think about it. If you ignore my advice, and refuse my trick, and go deliberately get yourself impregnated, even if you are under the influence of estrus, who would you rather be pregnant, you or Sweetie here?”

“Ah guess...” Apple Bloom mumbled.

“You won’t do that,” Twilight assured her, “But if you heard of some mare or... filly who did, you’d think she was pretty silly. Getting her just desserts!”

“It would be awful silly,” Apple Bloom admitted with a half smile. “Y-you really think ah’ll be okay?”

“Only one way to find out,” Twilight said with a bit of a delighted hoofy dance. “Experimentation!”

Apple Bloom looked at her blankly.

“Don’t you remember? Scootaloo!” Twilight clarified eagerly.

Scootaloo jerked up from where he’d gotten distracted with rubbing at his turgid length hungrily. “O-oh um, heh heh, sorry I was listening, totally listening yeah, I was just, heh.”

Twilight didn’t answer at first, just reclined on one of the recliners in the reading room, shuffling herself and spreading her legs invitingly to reveal her glistening vulva. “I really could use your help,” she said abashedly. “Nopony, I mean... this heat is really kicking my tail too and I haven’t had a stallion to help me with it. You still up for showing Apple Bloom how safe it is?”

Scootaloo stared a second before saying, “Y-you mean the... coitus?”

“Yes, that word exactly,” Twilight said heatedly. “And you know what happens when you engage in coitus, right?”

Scootaloo shivered, saying, “S-semen?”

Twilight’s lip twitched and she said, “Close. I meant the word, ‘ejaculation’.”

“What’s ejaculation?” Apple Bloom asked wonderingly. Sweetie agreed it was an amazing sounding word.

“When Scootaloo orgasms,” Twilight explained, breathing harder from doing so, “He ejaculates. Ejaculation is the process by which his penis contracts, and ejects his semen from his body.”

“I-i-into you miss Twilight?” Scootaloo asked hopefully.

“Well, I hope so,” Twilight said wryly. “I’d hate to have to not share my trick with Apple Bloom because you chickened out at the last minute.”

“I won’t chicken out!” Scootaloo said hotly, stepping forward. Then he hesitated, and then he just trotted forward eagerly, and buried his muzzle hungrily in Twilight’s dripping petals.

“Oh—!” Twilight squeaked caught seriously off guard, her head snapping back. Scootaloo furiously applied himself, clearly not minding the older mare’s broader and fuller mound at all as he sucked and licked at her just like Sweetie Belle had trained him so well to do.

“Psst,” Sweetie whispered to Scootaloo. “Don’t forget to give her a break once and a while!”

“Unmh,” Scootaloo mumbled as distracted as he was by Twilight’s groove. He lifted his head though, and Twilight lay there panting, not from an orgasm, but just from the sudden unexpected licking. “Right, Sweetie,” he said, then went in more carefully, before Twilight could raise her head, teasing and nibbling at her vulva more softly. This of course had the opposite effect of calming her down and Sweetie could clearly tell that Twilight was already on her way to orgasm. She truly did have estrus just as ...Apple Bloom did. Apple Bloom wasn’t looking so good, staring at them in anxious gnawing hunger, and rubbing her vulva frantically.

Scootaloo pulled back then, to let Twilight catch her breath, and said in puzzlement, “Why do you taste like... grapes?”

“Juice...” Twilight said between pants, and the explanation seemed to excite her even more than the licking. Was she just... like that? Sweetie wondered. “Good for... grape juice, for the phenols... and... good for my coat... Scootaloo where did you learn that?”

“We practiced,” Sweetie said beside Scootaloo proudly. “He knows everything that feels good because I told him. A-and I know all about how to lick him too.”

“You...” Twilight moaned, rubbing her vulva with a hoof, “Experimented~!”

“C’mon, Twilight,” Scootaloo whined pushing at her hoof with his little orange ones, “That’s my job!” Twilight smiled in surprise and indulgence, happily moving her hoof away as Scootaloo went down to lipping at her groin.

The smell of Twilight’s sex was coming to dominate the room, but surprisingly Scootaloo’s as well. When he got excited he just... smelled more. Sweetie liked it, but didn’t really understand where he got all that smell from. It was one reason that having him inside her made the room fill with both their scents, by the time Scootaloo got done fucking Sweetie. And of course in those times that they mated, with Apple Bloom beside them, half passed out from Sweetie’s licking, Apple Bloom’s own scent inspired Scootaloo to be that much more eager and hornier.

And... Sweetie took another look at Apple Bloom, here and now in the reading room with Twilight.

Poor Apple Bloom was just dying at the look of this. Sweetie knew her own groin was melty enough, between that bobbing penis under Scootaloo’s eager hips, and the hot licks of his tongue in a strange mare who they’d only been looking for books from. But Apple Bloom had estrus, and Sweetie had no estrus because... well, Sweetie suspected she could call her condition pregnancy, but Twilight threw some doubt into that just now. The lack of estrus gave Sweetie an advantage though, which is that she could walk around freely, instead of quivering there staring blankly at Scootaloo’s ballsack, attacking her soaking vulva with a hoof, the way Apple Bloom was doing.

Sweetie didn’t even move Apple Bloom’s hoof out of the way. She just started licking around it, figuring she could coax the filly’s hoof away with teasing from her tongue. It worked, Apple Bloom giving a sharp needy cry, before clumping her hoof down on the ground and closing her mouth, trying to quiet the incensed whimpers that were escaping her. Whimpers that Sweetie Belle was causing with her tongue and lips. Sweetie started gently stroking Apple Bloom’s underside with a hoof, where the sensitive nipples on her teats were swelling and perking up.

The main event was a messy affair at first, because Sweetie had a lot of deliciously appley girl juice to clean up. She could lick faster than Apple Bloom’s body could make more though, so soon Apple Bloom was gleaming and smooth on her fur, not the slightest bit sticky, and her pink innards were throbbing against Sweetie’s tongue, winking out at her just like Sweetie’s did when she was feeling so good.

Sweetie loved making Apple Bloom feel so good.

“Bite on this,” came Twilight’s tense order, after Apple Bloom couldn’t hold back a quiet creaky squeal of delight. Sweetie ...gave Apple Bloom a break, looking up over her friend’s rump to see a ...book floating in front of Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom snatched it out of the air and chomped down on it, her voice much more ...muffled that way. Sweetie was about to go back down, but there was a battle before her, of Twilight hunching to get Scootaloo’s muzzle pressed into her hot box, and Scootaloo struggling to climb up onto her so he could get his penis in there.

That was another great thing about licking is, when Scootaloo did it until he couldn’t hold back, he said it felt a lot better to put his penis in. Licking a filly made the penis thing, the coitus feel better for him. Scootaloo won the “battle” as soon as Twilight realized what he was trying to do, instead reaching out a hoof to help him up onto the recliner. With Scootaloo’s wings buzzing in the air, it wasn’t hard for him to get up that little bit and lie on Twilight’s belly.

“I–I’m gonna do it,” Scootaloo said urgently. His penis was flat against Twilight’s folds and sliding there. “Need to... inside I can totally squirt, I... can I?”

“You try and make me pregnant as hard as you can,” Twilight said huskily, with half lidded eyes. “We have to show Apple Bloom I’m serious about stopping pregnancy, after all.”

Apple Bloom whimpered at that, but it looked like she wasn’t willing to spit out the book for fear of losing it and having to cry out loudly again, whenever Sweetie got around to once again licking her. Sweetie smiled indulgently, watching Scootaloo with relish for once, while he penetrated another mare. She usually had to watch with trepidation, and pull them apart before Scootaloo had any fun. But now Scootaloo could go in there and stay in there until he was done, thanks to Twilight’s magic thing. And it wasn’t Sweetie Belle he was penetrating. There was something... insufferably exciting about that. Sweetie really felt like a load was off her shoulders. Considering Scootaloo usually mounted Sweetie Belle from behind, it might be better to say a load off her rump.

He wasn’t mounting anypony from behind though. Twilight Sparkle, the librarian was flat on her back in a soft recliner, while Scootaloo lay on top of her belly and dragged the tip of his shaft down to her entrance. A needy whimper escaped him at the feel of it dragging there. Sweetie would have gone back to licking Apple Bloom, but she wanted to wait for just the right moment.

When Scootaloo found it, that way into the librarian, and he said “Can I— can I—” even as he pushed his way into her, that was when Sweetie lowered her head and laid her tongue against Apple Bloom. The moment Apple Bloom saw Scootaloo penetrate Twilight, Sweetie made sure to be there, licking Apple Bloom’s leaky holes and soothing her burning tissues and then like Scootaloo, pushing her tongue in, licking Apple Bloom all the way inside her.

“Oh Scootaloo, this is—you’re... you’re quite... big!” Sweetie heard, only able to hear their words from here while Apple Bloom watched, helpless not to watch as long as Sweetie licked her into staying still.

Scootaloo’s voice came saying, “You... you’re deep m-miss Twilight. I can’t reach your bottom like I can Sweetie Belle~” His girly voice was so loving at the sound of Sweetie’s name. Sweetie just redoubled her efforts on Apple Bloom, feeling like she was glowing from warm appreciation.

“More...” Twilight said breathlessly, “More distracting than I... than I thought. Q-quite sensitive whoo... when I...”

“You think that’s distracting,” Scootaloo said cheekily.

And then he was thrusting. Sweetie knew because of the sound of Twilight, saying, “O-oh–oh-o-oh.” Well, trying to say something at any rate, but it quickly faded into shocked senseless vocalizations as Scootaloo really got going. Sweetie hardly had to even lick Apple Bloom anymore. She just tried to delve her tongue in roughly to the sound of Twilight’s surprisingly quiet grunts and sighs, trying to make Apple Bloom feel like it was Scootaloo back here too.

Apple Bloom was just so incensed by the sight of Scootaloo fucking that grown up mare, that it sent her right over to orgasm land. In fact, come to think on it, this had to be incredible for Apple Bloom right now, no matter who Scootaloo was inside. Apple Bloom couldn’t watch Scootaloo fucking Sweetie Belle while Sweetie was licking her. She had to either watch, or be licked while looking the other way. But this way, Apple Bloom got hit from both sides, with the arousing sight of her friend’s shaft diving into a mare’s passage in front of her, and a long hot tongue slurping on her inner passage, and soft lips probing her rear.

There was the muted sound of a filly screaming into a book as Apple Bloom’s insides quivered and tensed, and Sweetie knew what that meant. With her bottom lip, she softly toyed with Apple Bloom’s fun button, before the inevitable squeezy thing began. Doing that made your orgasm turn into a big one, far as Sweetie knew. Apple Bloom didn’t just crest over the edge of orgasm. Sweetie just about kicked her flying off the cliff of orgasm! Apple Bloom’s whole bottom was jerking in its relentless assault on Sweetie Belle’s tongue in there. Apple Bloom’s tail was bobbing frantically and—oh shoot, she started peeing again!

Sweetie... really didn’t mind getting peed on. It was easy to clean up, and it didn’t really smell that bad when it first came out. And it was a fluid Apple Bloom could produce, and... well, when that hot, flooding, gushing started to run down Sweetie’s muzzle, she whimpered but held steady. She had to be there for Apple Bloom, so Apple Bloom wouldn’t have to go so far as to get pregnant, just to feel a little better. Sweetie really hoped miss Twilight had some towels and... paper towels, that you could take somewhere and bury. Apple Bloom usually remembered to pee beforehand, but not this time!

Sweetie honestly... knew the feeling. She didn’t want to know the feeling, but one time when Scootaloo was licking her, she started orgasming and had forgotten to pee, and... she didn’t even realize she was peeing. She was just feeling so good, and then there was the odd sound of Scootaloo spluttering back there like something was blasting all over him. It was... really embarassing. He wasn’t as upset about it as Sweetie had feared though. Maybe because after she cleaned off his face and coat, he got to just mount up and put it in. That always made him feel lots better.

It was apparantly impossible for Scootaloo to pee during orgasm, but for a filly, well... there were two holes, so there was no need to block the pee, so the seed could get out. So Sweetie had nothing stopping her from peeing when she orgasmed. And very little muscle control. Scootaloo’s penis didn’t even block her pee place. When she did it, it splattered above his penis and on down his groin. When you were an orgasming filly, it was devilishly easy to not even notice your bladder joining in on the fun, and next thing you know you’re going all over the floor, and your friend.

It was a bit of a guilty pleasure for Sweetie, but, sometimes when Scootaloo’s penis was in her, and not his face, she deliberately let herself pee when she orgasmed. Something about the combination of mind blowing tingling, and release and relief, it really... well it made her feel special about it, enough to do it, even when Scootaloo’s groin was right there in the way. She hadn’t told him, just was obsessive about... cleaning him off after. So if Scootaloo knew what she was doing, at least he didn’t protest.

There was no way Sweetie was going to pee right now, though. She wasn’t even close to orgasming, and the library floors were wood, with rugs on top of the wood. She wasn’t going to add to the problem, but... they sorta did have a problem to deal with now. But—but Sweetie couldn’t just leave Apple Bloom hanging like that! She would have blamed Apple Bloom, but Apple Bloom couldn’t have known they were going to be up and orgasming at the library. Just a silly accident.

Sweetie Belle carefully retracted her tongue from Apple Bloom’s passage, and closed her lips tightly before pulling away from Apple Bloom’s groin. This was a lesson she learned the hard way, the day before yesterday. She pulled back and said, “Oh boy, we got a bit of a pee problem, Apple Bloom.”

“W-wh—? N-no...” Apple Bloom managed to whimper, still quivering in the grips of her powerful climax.

“Miss Twilight, do you have a um...” Sweetie said looking at the completely ecstatic unicorn who was currently orgasming, while Scootaloo bucked against her trying to thrust into that to make himself climax. “Oh, right,” she said disappointedly.

Instead she stroked Apple Bloom’s back, and whispered to her, “You were so good back there, it was beautiful. You couldn’t even hold back a little bit. So glad I could make you do it.” Sweetie didn’t really need to say anything sensible, just quell Apple Bloom’s fears, so the little filly could enjoy her climax without anxiety. It worked well, because after Apple Bloom relaxed enough from her orgasm to move, she leaned heavily, and tenderly against Sweetie Belle’s side, giving a happy contented sigh.

Apple Bloom did remember though, and once she’d got her wits about her she said softly, “Oh boy...” and then more clearly, “Oh boy.” She turned and looked at the wet spot she’d left on the rug, which was both of her juices, not just the good tasting stuff. “Oh golly, okay, okay. Okay we gotta, um...”

“Just a sec,” Sweetie said distractedly, fwapping Apple Bloom’s shoulder to draw her attention. “I think Scootaloo’s just finishing up.” Indeed, Scootaloo was jerking in and out of a very dreamy looking Twilight, hanging onto her folded forehooves to pull himself against her.

And with a “yes... yes, ye–s!” he jammed it in that purple unicorn’s cunt, and held it in her. His hips rocked in shallow thrusts as he pushed himself wordlessly over the edge. Eyes closed in concentration, Scootaloo was putting everything he had into filling that mare.

“Amazin!” Apple Bloom whispered.

“Go, Scootaloo!” Sweetie cheered. And... Scootaloo opened his eyes and looked right over at them, even while he climaxed. He had such an urgent look on his face, that turned into a needy wince as he grunted from the feeling of his penis again and again spurting out thick glops of semen deep inside. Scootaloo’s tail twitched in a gentle rhythm, with every potentious spurt hidden away deep inside Twilight Sparkle. Sweetie Belle felt like there was something so cool, about seeing Scootaloo just... riding his own penis, and letting it pump away, while he tried to deal with the feeling of it.

Twilight herself just looked at her own groin as Scootaloo pumped into it, remarking, “Fascinating... it is volumnuous enough to feel, and so different from my own mucus. The neutral pH kind of... tickles?”

Scootaloo blushed once he realized he was staring, and looked away turning towards Twilight again. “T-there,” he said to Twilight. “That’s all I got. You promise you won’t get pregnant?”

Twilight Sparkle lay back from where Scootaloo was penetrating her, just looking luxurious in repose. She stared forward at him seriously, and lifted a hoof, drawing it across her chest twice. Then she waved her forehooves in the air demonstratively, and finally carefully pressed one against her closed eyelid.

“Uh... what?” Scootaloo said uncertainly.

“Oh, you don’t know that one,” Twilight said with an awkward grin. Repeating the gestures, she said aloud, “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“Are you... teasing me, miss Twilight?” Scootaloo exclaimed unsurely. He seemed divided over even whether to stay in or pull out. Normally he stayed in, and he and Sweetie relaxed together until he naturally softened out of her. But in this case... what? What was this crazy pony even doing?

“It’s a promise,” Twilight said, “It means I promise I won’t get pregnant. Not even with... all that you put in me. The books really don’t do justice to just how much semen there is.”

Scootaloo blushed and said, “I–it didn’t even squirt out the sides though.”

“Oh, it usually does?” Twilight asked curiously.

“You’re bigger, Twilight,” Scootaloo said self consciously. “I–I think that’s why. When I do it in Sweetie it um...”

Sweetie walked up to the two of them saying, “Ever since Apple Bloom went into heat, Scootaloo has been so excited by it that he just makes too much to fit in me. It’s fun though, and really great that it can go in me instead of Apple Bloom.”

Twilight looked at Sweetie thoughtfully, a hoof laying idly against Scootaloo’s back as he continued to lie there relaxedly on top of her. “You mean to say that you’ve utilized your pregnancy to mitigate the effects of heat on your friend’s friendship?” Twilight asked.

“I um... I used my pregnancy. Is that what you meant?”

“Sorry,” Twilight said, “Twelve years in Canterlot university will put some crazy words in your lexicon, I’ll tell you that.”

Sweetie nodded half understandingly, whatever a lexicon is. “Then yes,” she asserted, “Because I was p-pregnant, then Scootaloo could go in me and it would finish him off. That way he wasn’t trying to mount Apple Bloom all the time.”

Apple Bloom walked up next to Sweetie, still bumping into her affectionately. Twilight got an even more thoughtful look, saying, “And that was when you figured out about licking Apple Bloom, wasn’t it?”

“Licking was Scootaloo’s idea,” Sweetie said. “He started licking first, before he even put it in. But y-yeah usually when they need it, he mounts on me, and Apple Bloom um... presents her hindquarters for me to lick.” She smiled. “I enjoy it a lot too.”

“But...” Apple Bloom cut in, “But miss Twilight, when you—ah caint see Scootaloo when Sweetie’s lickin’ me. He’s like, mounted up back there and ah just gotta imagine it. But with you here, Sweetie could lick me, and ah could see him. Ah mean, Scootaloo you were... awesome, and... ah just kept pretendin’ it was you in there, watchin’ your penis going in an’ out. It was...”

“Harmonizing?” Twilight suggested.

“Yeah!” Apple Bloom said. “It was like everything was buildin’ on everything else!”

“I was kinda pretending I was Scootaloo too,” Sweetie said bashfully, “Glad it um... worked.”

“How are you doing, Sweetie?” Twilight asked her. “You haven’t had any attention so far.”

“Oh, um... but I’m pregnant, so I don’t feel as much estrus,” she pointed out.

“As much?” Twilight asked skeptically.

“Well a little,” Sweetie said. “But um... Apple Bloom changed to needing it a lot, when estrus started. But I still liked it before estrus, and I feel pretty much the same.”

“I’ve never had a chance to talk with a pregnant filly so candidly about it,” Twilight said happily. “You three are really something special, you know?”

“Well, glad to um, help, but,” Sweetie said nervously, “You can do something about... it though, right?”

“It should be fine, if we hurry,” Twilight said. “Just find a way to meet me at the river by yourself. I’ll wait there at lunch if you can do that. Or sometime tomorrow, but it has to be during the day.”

“I um...” Sweetie shifted nervously. “I’m supposed to be in a sewing class after lunch today, but if it’s really—”

“And tomorrow?” Twilight asked.

“Tomorrow I have, um... no, it’s just afterschool time,” she said. “Yeah, tomorrow would be good.”

“Whew,” Twilight said in relief. “Just be sure not to forget. You will be raising a foal if you wait too long.”

“How long...?” Sweetie said nervously.

Twilight sighed. “Depends who you ask really. Some ponies say one second is too long, but I honestly think they’re wrong, and really bad ponies for believing that. Others say a week, but they have a really flimsy argument for it. Mostly they’re just trying to make things difficult for fillies. And um... others say um... 3 months... but that does start becoming problematic. Point is, if you can do it before a week’s up, you’re probably good.”

Sweetie fretted, saying “I don’t want to wait another day it might be too late then...”

“Well, technically estrus didn’t start popping up until the afternoon, that Monday,” Twilight said, “And even given an exponential synchronization, it’s quite likely you didn’t release your egg until at least the next day. The fact it was your first estrus plays a large factor too. Given it’s been a full week and two... and almost a half days, that puts you right on the deadline, um... today.”

Twilight added, “B-but tomorrow will probably be fine, you just have to get in before the implantation.”

Sweetie blinked. “You mean my foal hasn’t even implanted yet?” she asked in puzzlement.

“Of course they told you it was implanted,” Twilight rolled her eyes in disgust.

Sweetie didn’t have it in her to admit that she didn’t exactly know what they had meant by implanted.

“Twilight, I um...” Sweetie ducked her head a bit. “I want to play hooky today,” she said nervously. “A-and take care of it... I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.”

Twilight sat up and looked at her, and then at Scootaloo who had gone right to sleep in Twilight’s lap. The librarian sighed and said, “It would be a good idea, and it is an emergency so I’m quite happy to take you right away.”

“Well, why didn’t we do it right away then?” Apple Bloom asked anxiously. “All this time we spent uh... coitusizing.”

“Just... fucking,” Twilight said with a face hoof. “Just call it fucking, and you didn’t learn that word from me.”

“That’s a lot simpler Twilight, thanks!” Apple Bloom said brightly.

“Anyway,” Twilight said, “The reason is because I wasn’t feeling myself, and you needed some assurance that you were going to be pregnancy free for this heat period. And really I don’t want to push Sweetie or anything, she just... it’s just really bad timing... I was horny, okay?!”

“What does being a unicorn have to do with fucking?” Sweetie asked in puzzlement.

Twilight buried her face in both hooves. Scootaloo yawned, and curled up on her belly in a contented ball of orange.

“Alright...” Twilight said softly, looking over at Apple Bloom, saying, “I also need you to meet me at the hospital sometime.”

“H-hospital?” Apple Bloom squeaked, “But ah thought we were—”

“They just keep them at the hospital,” Twilight explained. “I can probably get an extra one. Normally your family would get you one, but... well, the Apples think it’s a good idea for a filly to get pregnant in estrus, even if she doesn’t want to, and they say it’s her fault if she raises her tail for a stallion. I don’t mean to badmouth your family, they just... have some outdated notions, that... well, there’s a better way now, and a lot of ponies just don’t like... change.”

“That ain’t just outdated though,” Apple Bloom said unhappily, “You gotta be joking. Was estrus different before or something? Because ah caint not raise mah tail for a stallion. Ah couldn’t blame nofilly who went and did that. And when was it ever a good idea for a filly to get pregnant when she didn’t want to be?”

“I’m just paraphrasing the Apple Farmer’s Almanac,” Twilight said defensively. “It just... nopony really knows why it got that way. Just... mistaken notions cropping up over the generations. Some say it goes all the way back to the windigoes. You um... I suppose you’re old enough to know, but... when the windigoes came almost every pony died. There were so few who survived... and there’s only one way to turn a few ponies into a lot of ponies.”

She paused to grumble at the wall for some reason, saying, “Only. One. Way.”

Sweetie’s eyes widened and she said, “You mean—if they didn’t get pregnant, then there wouldn’t be enough ponies! And the land, and the rain and...”

“You got it, Sweetie.” Twilight said. “There was a time when if you didn’t get pregnant, you were looked down upon, because we just needed so many ponies to care for the world, who just weren’t there. It’s a lot different today. But... old ponies don’t like to admit they’re wrong, and new ponies don’t like to disagree with old ponies, so it just keeps... look, my point is that you probably shouldn’t tell your folks about it, Apple Bloom. I know Applejack gave me a hard time about it, and that she respects tradition. That’s usually a good thing, except when... old ponies don’t like to admit that they were wrong.”

Twilight shrugged. “Then, mistakes are made, and keep being made.”

“Ah’ll try, miss Twilight...” Apple Bloom said looking down miserably.

“Well, you could always just spend every month this time of year trying not to get mounted,” Twilight pointed out.

“Ah’m in,” Apple Bloom said confidently with a steely stare. “When do ya need me to be there?”

“Tomorrow good?” Twilight said. “I have to deal with Sweetie here and all, and that’ll really throw off my schedule, not that I mind or anything just, it’s better to do it tomorrow.”

“How ‘bout right after mah afternoon chores?” Apple Bloom said. “Ah usually go to school, and it’s summer now, so if I start them early, it’d give me plenty enough time to run to the uh, hospital.”

“Even better,” Twilight smiled, “Meet me by the candy shop just down the hill from the school. Er, not for candy. I’ll go to the hospital myself, and just bring it there with me.”

“Bring what?” Apple Bloom asked curiously.

“The... I’ll show you when you get there?” Twilight said.

“How long’s it gonna take?” Apple Bloom asked uncertainly. “Ah got like a half hour maybe at best before anypony suspects somethin’.”

“It should only take a few minutes,” Twilight said. “It’s really easy, in fact! Sweetie here will be... a little bit more time, but that’s mostly from the walking... and the preparation.”

Sweetie blushed anxiously, once again wanting this all to just be a bad dream. Except Scootaloo squirting in her, she wanted that to be a good not...dream.

“Alright,” Twilight said, teleporting out from under Scootaloo to appear just a few feet away. Scootaloo in curled position poffed down gently in the chair, waking up from his daze to look around muzzily.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Twilight said, “First, Sweetie and I will go for a walk and if she’s okay with it, she might not be pregnant later, and it will be a complete coincidence nothing I had anything to do with.” She winked meaningfully at Sweetie Belle.

“Second, at three hours before sunset I will meet Apple Bloom and help with her heat issues,” Twilight listed off. “Apple Bloom, you have to promise me you can at least hold out until then. No raising your tail, and no letting colts start or finish in you. And in fact no colts at all. You’ll be safe once we’ve taken care of it.”

“Ah made it so far,” Apple Bloom said confidently. “Ah cain make it just one more day.”

“Yeah, and I’m good for at least a day,” Scootaloo offered. “Even if Sweetie’s busy I can always lick I mean, me and Apple Bloom lick too, but only when my penis is finished in Sweetie.”

Apple Bloom smiled fondly, saying, “Maybe after tomorrow, you cain finish in me...”

Scootaloo blushed at that saying bashfully, “I um... would really like that um...”

“Aww,” Twilight said with an adoring look their way. “Just be safe you two, and only be together if you can promise me that you won’t be able to become erect.”

Scootaloo started to agree, but looked aside saying, “I’ll uh... we’ll do any licking right now, and I won’t do anything with her in the afternoon, just in case. Um.”

“Yeah, Scoots kinda...” Apple Bloom paused, “He still gets big sometimes, but it takes him a day to really wind up again. He cain just like, not put it in, but once he’s wound up he just has to.”

“Just... be careful,” Twilight said uneasily. “You’ve been doing so well, I’m going to trust that you’ll be free from any semen exchange until you’re ready for it.”

“And final order of business, you three need some serious tutelage!”

“Tute-what?” Sweetie asked uncertainly.

“Exactly!” Twilight said. “I would like to arrange it that you three can study with me over here at the library, where I can teach you some of the things you’ve been missing out on.”

Apple Bloom looked at her sideways. “Why?” she asked. “We ain’t no—”

“Because you are three of the most cleverly brilliant fillies I have ever known, and this entire town is wasting your talent,” Twilight said obstinantly.

“Uh,” Scootaloo raised a hoof. “I’m a colt.”

“Two fillies and a colt then,” Twilight said in an unsatisfied tone.

Sweetie gasped and looked at her hindquarters... no cutie mark. The rest of them did that too (except Twilight.)

“What would a talent...talent look like?” Scootaloo wondered.

“Like that!” Apple Bloom declared, pointing at Twilight’s star cutie mark.

“Eheh,” Twilight winced, “My talent is magic, not ...talent. But um, better luck next time? We can try out lots of possible talents, if you want to find out what your cutie marks are.

“But my point still stands,” Twilight stated, “I’ve actually been considering helping with foal education for some time, knowing your families and your... dubious accomplishments endangering the town. We really need to get you some tutoring in the real Equestria.”

Sweetie’s cheek dripped.

“Oh! Um... I need to use the toilet,” Sweetie said, in as small voice, raising a hoof and then quickly trotting to the door of the reading room.

“It’s on the ground floor, behind the Roaman bust,” Twilight said. “But remember you and I still need to talk in private.”

“Thanks, I just need to wash off... something,” Sweetie said with a meaningful look at Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom’s eyes widened and her face flushed, but she turned to Twilight and said, “Miss T-twilight ah done an’ had a uh... accident, ah need your help with.” Sweetie didn’t wait to see the aftermath of that, just hurrying off to the toilet. It was a one room toilet, with a standing bowl, and a little sink. Sweetie went to the sink first off, twisting the spigot and rinsing off her face and the bridge of her muzzle until she felt satisfied she was clean enough. The acrid urine smell washed away easily, and she could wash away the sort of flowery smelling residue left behind with soap, but she didn’t really feel a need.

Before she left, Sweetie turned and gave the toilet a look. Then she trotted back and stood over it, lifting her tail and releasing her bladder. It was kind of gross what she kept making Apple Bloom do, but it did give Sweetie a different perspective on things. As the tickly trickle through her vulva turned into a steady stream, Sweetie was more aware of what she was doing when she peed. It wasn’t just this mysterious squeeze, and smelly liquid squirting out of her bottom somewhere. Sweetie knew roughly where the hole was now, and how it would be nestled beneath her outer lips, right between the clitoris and her Scootaloo place, vagina if she recalled from what Twilight and Rarity said. Sweetie could kind of imagine the pee coming out of her from there, the way it came out of Apple Bloom, and that made it a little less... weird? Less weird, to pee.

It also made wiping easier. Sweetie hadn’t been sure if her pee came from the vagina or not, or whether she should wipe in there, not until that first time Apple Bloom orgasmed under her tongue and started peeing. Sweetie had been horrified at first; some even got in her mouth! And backing up and spitting until she saw her friend’s dripping soaked gushing hips flexing in orgasm that Sweetie wasn’t there to help her with.

Sweetie didn’t lick it then, but she did rush back and spread Apple Bloom with her hooves to see the soaking trickle resolve itself into an unsteady stream, wavering with the rhythm of her vaginal contractions, that arced out of Apple Bloom’s hindquarters from a mysterious hole hidden in her pelvic floor. Sweetie... didn’t know why she did that: half curiosity, half wanting to make sure her friend felt good through the whole orgasm, pee or no pee.

That gave Sweetie a very good idea of how peeing worked, even if Apple Bloom always insisted on peeing beforehand after that, just to be sure, because occasionally Apple Bloom would forget in the heat of passion. Sweetie got to explore that hole, and how it was the source of Apple Bloom’s urine. As such, Sweetie knew when she wiped herself, to slide the tissue along the inside of each of her nether lips to get any traces of urine down there, and also along the fleshy floor where her entrance was, but nothing more than that was needed.

Sweetie returned to the reading room, where the other three still were, Apple Bloom with an awkward smile on her face, and Twilight telling her something about fillies and colts, and Scootaloo still conked out. No trace of urine or other fluids could be seen anywhere. “All set, Sweetie?” Twilight asked once she came in. “We can walk and talk, if you don’t mind.”

“You’ll be okay, Apple Bloom?” Sweetie asked.

Apple Bloom nodded. “Ah’ll take care of this here orange silly. You just go with Miss Twilight an’ get yourself not pregnant or... whatever you’re doin’.”

I d-don’t have a piss fetish g-guys. :twilightsheepish:

Actually this might be the first story I ever wrote that did have a character who liked urination. With how important piss is to horse socialization in reality, it was inevitable really.

Remember when you teach your children to always be proper and clean, that’s when they develop the worst, most disgusting fetishes, because you can’t correct them if they’re afraid to tell you about it.