The story of how the Cutie Mark Crusaders ended up with their unusual fourth for estrus and afterwards is a tale that begins with waiting. Some time, but not long before Rainbow Dash noticed Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle hated waiting. Sweetie was grumpily horny, but resigned to the inevitability of her aching nethers in the estrus month. Grumpy, because it was Apple Bloom’s turn this time, yet Sweetie’s body was ready, and uncomfortably ready to be colted again.
She’d been taking a walk to clear her head, waiting for Scootaloo to finish up with Apple Bloom back in the clubhouse, and catch up to her, when Sweetie heard some very familiar noises coming from around behind the flower shop, noises that most ponies were trying to pretend they didn’t hear, or to avoid. Well, not Sweetie Belle! There in the back alley, Sweetie found that no good Shady Daze, mounted up on another pony! It was that unicorn filly in her class, the purple haired blueish one, Tootsie Roll or something. Sweetie immediately leapt into action.
“No, you can’t!” she shouted, pushing at Shady’s chest.
“What—?” the fucked filly said woozily, turning her head at Sweetie Belle’s sudden presence.
Ignoring Tootsie for now, Sweetie said to Shady angrily, “Don’t you know what this will do to her!”
Shady hung there atop his filly, panting hoarsely, surprise turning to outrage, and then he said, glaring at Sweetie in flat irritation, “Yes, and no thanks to you! I was gonna do this with Apple Bloom, but you got all huffy about it. So now I’m doing it with Tootsie, and yes I know what it will do.”
He started thrusting again, the filly beneath him giving nervous squeaks as his shaft did the filly thing to her.
“I k-know all about it,” he huffed, “It feels better and... better, and then white stuff comes out!”
“White stuff~” Tootsie moaned sympathetically, rocking back against his thrusts.
“A-and I can fill Tootsie with white stuff because she really likes it,” he continued in an offended tone, “And you can’t pull us apart because—because we want to do it!”
“Oh for the love of Pete!” Sweetie exclaimed, tugging desperately, but ineffectively at the determined colt. But he just kept doing it and doing it! Sweetie wasn’t strong enough to push him off, but she could probably scare him off if she bit him. ...she really wanted to bite him. “Stop pushing!” she told him furiously. “You can still do the white stuff, I promise! Stop doing the thrusting just for one second, so that I can tell you something!” She bit on his tail and tried to pull him back, and it didn’t really work too well, but he stopped thrusting nonetheless, looking back at her in frustration.
“I-I can still put white stuff in her,” he insisted. “And I will. Just... hurry up, and say it. It’s hard to—to stop.”
“Fillies go into estrus, because it’s when we can get pregnant,” Sweetie hastily told Shady, and that Tootsie filly. Shady looked on in confusion, and Tootsie in horror, as Sweetie scrambled back from the two, babbling quickly, “The white stuff is what makes you pregnant. She’s gonna have to be pregnant for a whole year almost! And her mom’s gonna see it, and her dad’s gonna see it, and everypony in town will know she got pregnant. A-and then, after a year, foals are a lot bigger than—than penises are! She has to push the foal right out of the same place, and it can really hurt a lot, especially if you’re y-young! And then she’s gonna have to carry her baby to school every day, for her whole life, and everypony will laugh at her!”
“So go ahead put the white stuff in her,” Sweetie stomped, “And you’ll be her baby’s daddy!”
Shady pushed off Tootsie so fast, the filly stumbled forward with the force of it. He backed up from Tootsie, despite his twitching dick hanging below him, gaping at Sweetie saying, “But we... but we already... I didn’t mean to! You’re joking, right? It does not do that!”
Sweetie frowned at him, saying, “I know because I was pregnant, remember? I had to learn about it, but after it was too late!”
“Is that why you pushed me off of Apple Bloom?” Shady exclaimed anxiously.
Sweetie had to blink at that. “We didn’t tell you?” she said, with a wince.
Shady shook his head alarmingly, saying, “No, and you just chased me off, like everypony does when I get to a... a filly, and—and I did it in her! I did it in Tootsie Flute! We didn’t want to—we were just playing!”
Sweetie wanted to say that the fat, swollen penis swinging between his legs looked like a lot more than just playing. But instead, she shook her head, saying, “I didn’t mean to be mean to you like that. It was just an emergency! We weren’t gonna stop you from having that much fun with Apple Bloom, if there wasn’t a really good reason for it.”
“We already did it two times!” Shady whimpered, tears in his eyes as he looked full of worry at a quiet Tootsie. “I didn’t know, honest! I don’t wanna make her pregnant!”
“Didn’t your parents tell you?” Sweetie asked Shady, adding a little resentfully. “I thought most parents would tell you.”
“My dad has his hooves full raising two colts,” Shady admitted, “But he uh... he’s not that nice of a stallion, so maybe he just... didn’t.”
“And your mom?” Sweetie prompted anxiously.
“Dunno she’s living in Vanhoover right now,” Shady said mutedly. “I get to visit her on vacation sometimes.”
“I knew,” came Tootsie’s quiet admission. Both Sweetie and Shady looked at the off blue unicorn, whose purple bangs had come to shade her eyes as she hung her head in shame.
“I—I knew it would d-do that,” Tootsie said, where she lay there still quivering from the penetration. “My gran told me never to do it, but it was so hard. And I–I just started wanting a f-foal. I didn’t tell you because—because you might stop doing it if I did!
“I don’t want a foal,” Tootsie told the two of them in her chirruppy voice that didn’t sound right when it was sad. “But I want you in there, again and again! A-and I don’t care if it makes me fat and sinful. I need it! Can’t you see?” She waved her hindquarters at Shady, saying, “P-please, I don’t want to—I need it, but I don’t want it, but Shady please, help!”
Contrary to a stallion’s desires, Shady was rather backing up in fear from Tootsie. “I–I’m sorry I—” he stammered, and that’s all he got out before an absolutely livid blue green unicorn filly was in Sweetie’s face, squealing and snapping at her. Wait—what?! The blood flowed down Sweetie’s cheek as she jerked back in shock, finding herself quickly backed up against the wall by the suddenly enraged Tootsie.
“Stop!” Sweetie cried, as the filly reared up and smacked her hooves down on Sweetie, who tried to protect her head with her own hooves. “What are you doing?!”
Sweetie might have gotten seriously hurt, had Shady done what he did before, and run away. But this time Shady was just there, pushing away an increasingly confused Tootsie, and putting himself in between her and Sweetie Belle. “I should never have done it in you!” he shouted at Tootsie. “It made you all crazy!”
“It’s her!” Tootsie shouted back, trying to get around Shady to get at the cowering Sweetie Belle. “She ruined everything! You were doing it to me! You really liked me! And she just blabbed to you how horrible I really am. I—I didn’t mean to! It was going to be fine! I–I was going to figure something out!”
The filly was thankfully calming down as she vented. And Sweetie could sort of understand why Tootsie was so mad. Especially since Tootsie just had Shady inside her. That’d just make you feel like exploding at just about anything that went wrong. But... but her cheek was stinging... Sweetie tried not to cry.
“A-and now you won’t even touch me,” Tootsie continued telling Shady, crying now herself, “Because I’m a stupid mare of sin, and this stupid tainted womb is just gonna get a big fat foal in it, and that means you can’t touch me! It feels so good when you do, I need it! But I can’t b-because I had to be a mare, with all the stupid mare things, not just the good things.”
Any thought of crying died at the sheer anguish Sweetie heard in this poor filly’s words. “Okay, okay, I’m not going to stop you from mating with him,” Sweetie emphasized, struggling to her hooves.
“You already spoiled it!” Tootsie told Sweetie spitefully, “Now he knows what I h-have to live with every day.”
“I think I can help you!” Sweetie stated as firmly as she could. “But you have to listen to me. How many times did he finish in you?”
Tootsie looked at Sweetie, almost uncomprehending, stuck in-between the emotions of sadness and anger. “2,” she finally sniffled. “And... 2 where I made him pull out first. B-but then, I just couldn’t stand it.”
“N-no I made you do it,” Shady said kneeling down beside Tootsie. “I didn’t know but—but I just held you down, even when you said to pull out. I thought you were just being a s-scaredy pony. I couldn’t—I didn’t know... I’m sorry...”
“Are you still in heat?” Sweetie asked.
Tootsie looked at her incredulously.
“Don’t answer that,” said Sweetie flat-eared. “Okay, so he finished inside 2 times? How long ago was the second one?”
“Y-yesterday,” Tootsie said unhappily. “We’ve been doing it every day since he... since we ran away from home to d-do it.”
“It doesn’t always make you pregnant,” Sweetie said seriously. They did what?! She wasn’t ready for this! “You’re probably not pregnant. If your e-estrus goes away, then you’ll know you’re pregnant.” Her mind was racing. Should she send Tootsie to that zebra not-witch? That was totally illegal! Or it was... probably illegal? Anyway, Sweetie would never ever take Tootsie through that horrible forest. What was that herb Zecora used? Sweetie could—probably ask Twilight. And they could ask Twilight too! Because the library was open now, ever since that unicorn moved in!
“You girls can—” Sweetie looked up to see Shady once again mounted up and thrusting into a panting Tootsie. “Stop!” Sweetie Belle shouted. Not too loudly though. She didn’t want to know what would happen if this attracted attention.
“I—have to!” Shady said bucking into his filly. “You don’t know it—feels. I need it too! I don’t want to—foals, but I need to... white stuff!”
“Ah—Shady!” Tootsie said for her part, eyes closed and head tilted back in ecstasy. “You know, and you’re still—you’re still doing it!”
Shady didn’t answer, just humped into her intensely, until with a cry he was shoving deep inside her, despite the protests from the others. “It’s happening,” Tootsie wept, tears of confusion, fear, and happiness. “I’m a mommy—oh Shady keep doing it! Ahh—” the white gooey seed trickling out of her cleft down between their legs was testament enough. Tootsie was getting fertilized by Shady Daze, again.
Sweetie did the only thing she could think to do, and hugged the post-coital filly. “It’s okay,” she said to the trembling Tootsie.
“I want a foal,” Tootsie whispered guilty indulgence, “I’m so full. It’s so slimy...”
“I know,” Sweetie murmured. “Just enjoy it, I guess.”
Sweetie quietly touched her own cheek. Yeah, it was about time for that. “I said stop!” she shouted, climbing atop Tootsie from the other direction and—well Sweetie wasn’t very good at it, but she tried biting Shady’s shoulder and he gave a pained squeal, so Sweetie figured that was good enough! She tried not to think about how he could do it back, just lashing forward at the colt who was paying very much attention to her teeth now, backing him up until he was off Tootsie, who just crumpled to the ground weeping as he left her.
Shady stood there shoulders hunched guiltily, the grey-on-grey colt’s flared penis swaying in the air. “Okay, before anything else, we’re gonna take care of you both,” Sweetie said practically, getting between Shady and Tootsie and raising her tail. “You can do me instead of Tootsie, Shady,” she said tensely. “I have a special trick where I can’t get pregnant. Just—put all your white stuff in me, where it’s safe.”
“What about me?” Tootsie said desperately, struggling to her hooves.
“I can share the trick with you,” Sweetie hoped, “And then it’ll be okay for you to do this!” The scent of sex was heavy in the alley, and Sweetie tried to work herself up with a hoof, but it was clear this was still gonna suck, at first. “But later,” she snapped, “Now Shady has to get his colt juice out of him, so that you two will be safe, until you can get help.”
“But—but I need it!” Tootsie whined anxiously. “My underside is just—it’s so itchy, and empty and achy! What am I gonna do now?”
“Just... okay, Shady Daze,” Sweetie said, looking back at the confused, yet aroused colt. “You just mount me whenever you can. T-that’s where you get on my butt and go inside me. No matter what I do, you can just do it whenever you want.”
Then she faced Tootsie and said seriously, “Now present to me.”
Tootsie looked at her in hurt and cluelessness.
“Turn your butt to face me,” Sweetie explained disgustedly, “And raise your tail.”
“O-okay,” Tootsie said uneasily, turning and flipping her tail up so fast that one could swear the sound of a whip crack was heard. Sweetie walked forward then ignoring Shady, and just dove into Tootsie’s muff. The other unicorn was so wet from the fucking, that there was a ways to go before Sweetie could clean off all of Tootsie’s tingly juices, but it wasn’t anything worse than Sweetie had seen with Apple Bloom. It was... beautiful really, in a terrible way, for how hot and soft she was down there, and for what it did to her.
Tootsie for her part lost her breath with a gasping squeal, as Sweetie thickened her tongue and grazed the inside of this filly’s needy petals. Tootsie tasted... more like daisies than Apple Bloom. Sweetie didn’t understand it, but she didn’t care. There was a filly to take care of here!
And then Tootsie was entirely into it when it happened, shoving her rump back against Sweetie so strongly that Sweetie stumbled backwards, herself. Shady figured it out then. Sweetie Belle felt his weight as he clambered on top of her, holding her firmly in place while Tootsie pushed back, smearing girl juice all over Sweetie’s muzzle. By the time Tootsie gave up in her impotent pushing, gasping and relaxing, Shady had already bobbed his dick around underneath Sweetie Belle until he hooked inside her and penetrated.
Sweetie lost her breath as his penis just jammed inside her. Her rump felt—Shady didn’t hold back, and Sweetie wasn’t exactly ready. She bit her lip, as she was rubbed in there by a penis that felt more clingy than velvety. And she wasn’t ready to stretch yet! Sweetie tried to relax, and just take him, until that thick phallus in her rear end would start her juices going, but it was like sticking a hoof up your nose. Trying to ignore the rough shoving inside her back there, Sweetie just focused her energy on Tootsie.
The other filly’s clitoris practically leapt out at Sweetie Belle, but Tootsie needed a good long, hard release, not just a quick explosion. Ignoring it, Sweetie pressed her lips against the unicorn’s vulva, spreading them, and giving her tongue access to ply Tootsie’s depths. The unicorn’s sharp musk was filling Sweetie’s nose, as she pushed her tongue in deeply, and tried to swirl it around in that way that felt so exotically different from a penis. Moving it within Tootsie not like a pole, but like a living thing.
When Tootsie had gotten good and husky breathing again, Sweetie stopped battering her insides and gently lipped at Tootsie’s vulva, tugging on her clit and craning her ears to hear when Tootsie’s squeaks got too pained... or eager. It was hard to even think, with the horny colt pounding her from behind. Sweetie’s eyes were half closed, and her breath was coming hot, despite trying her best not to be distracted by it. How do you not get distracted by a big, strong colt with a fat, hot shaft plumbing your depths?
Leaving Tootsie’s insides entirely, Sweetie lay her tongue flat on the other unicorn’s receptive round pelvis, conforming to its shape and sliding all over her down there. And right where Tootsie’s legs came together were her sensitive nipples, that nibbling at at made her sigh with pleasure to touch, made Tootsie roll her hips in the air like they were being mounted, the way Sweetie Belle was.
That’s when Sweetie heard the words,
“What the heck are you doing, Sweetie?!”
The words came to her ears, loud and clear, from the pony trotting up right next to her. There weren’t many ponies investigating down this unused alleyway. Most who heard anything had just looked the other way and hurried off to find business elsewhere. But there was one who certainly would be searching for Sweetie Belle after he left the library, and this pony was not afraid to get involved when heavy stuff was occurring.
Both Tootsie and Shady stiffened at Scootaloo’s approach, and Sweetie tore herself from the sensuous palpation of Tootsie’s nethers to hiss at Scootaloo, “Get out! Filly in heat!”
“Well, good thing I already did it, then,” Scootaloo said proudly. Oh—oh right, Apple Bloom! Sweetie relaxed at that; it was a real relief knowing Scoots had put it in Apple Bloom. No amount of egging on from Tootsie could get seed to come out that wasn’t made yet.
“What’s she want?” Tootsie whined, glaring at the pony who’d interrupted her sudden, forceful introduction to cunnilingus. Sweetie would have answered, but Shady just shook his head and started thrusting again. And, oh Celestia did that feel good. Sweetie’s entire rear end was so hot and tingly, weighed down, and full.
Sweetie barely managed to say, “She’s meeting me—he’s meeting me after he goes to the—ungh Shady you... you won’t stop~”
And Shady wouldn’t. Not for anything. Sweetie was so good and soaked now, that he squished pushing into her soft white bottom. She loved squishing. He was so deep inside her, and he kept flaring! Like, more than Scootaloo did! Not that there was anything wrong with Scootaloo, but yes! More!
Sweetie couldn’t even think about licking Tootsie, losing it to her inner convulsions. Her hormone addled body started climaxing just from Shady’s eagerly insistent penetration. Maybe she would have to get to know Shady better. As Sweetie’s pupils narrowed, and her hips heaved urgently, Scootaloo pulled the eager Tootsie away from Sweetie’s face, leaving Sweetie a few precious moments to focus on the male who was filling her before she just freaking—lost it.
So Sweetie stood there in a glorious daze, grunting with each inner contraction as Shady cried out, that she was doing something. Of course she was doing something. She was getting plowed. Sweetie didn’t even have to move, watching almost lazily as the rushing tingles flowed through her of a satisfying climax, watching Scootaloo eating out Tootsie. Tootsie was so close, she started gasping higher and higher in pitch. That anxiousness Sweetie knew well, and she didn’t have to feel it anymore, because her vagina was already doing it! But Tootsie wasn’t long to go, before she joined Sweetie in bliss.
Shady was saying something and Sweetie was too out of it to care much, but what she did care about was the twitching, then bobbing of his penis. Then strong spurts inside of her. “Making me a mommy, Shady~” she cooed as his seed started oozing down her pelvis, drooling out of her around his thrashing dick. “All your white stuff~”
“What—but you said—but—” he gasped, starting to rear back as his climax ended the fast way that boys did.
“I’m kidding,” Sweetie emphasized. “It’s part of the trick... I can pretend to be a mommy all I want.” She wiggled her hips in satisfaction, glorious satisfaction. She had a dick in her. “Allll your seed filling me up.”
“T-the white stuff is... seeds?” he said, uncertainly.
“It’s got sperms in it,” Sweetie said, “Those seed a filly, and make her bear fruit. You can turn fillies from a flower into a big fat, round apple.”
“H-hey, what’s your friend doing?” Shady said, again starting to pull off. Sweetie opened her eyes, and... wasn’t sure what she was looking at. Tootsie wasn’t exactly sobbing, and was definitely orgasming, just shaking as she stood there, giving out animal cries of pleasure. And Scootaloo was mounted on top of her rump, with his penis no doubt plunged in her—!
“Scootaloo, no!” Sweetie exclaimed, charging forward with two difficult steps before Shady slid out of her and the sucking sensation in her rear ended, then charging over to where Scootaloo had mounted the hapless filly.
“Chill, Sweetie,” Scootaloo told her a bit too calmly. “I just—I’m all empty. I just did it to somepony else. But I—got hard again, so I just put it in Tootsie, because...”
He looked down at the filly, who’d been reduced to quivers and breathy whinnies by now, her entire rear end rocking rhythmically pressed tight against Scootaloo’s groin as her hooves moved restlessly, senselessly.
“Because you fillies like something to orgasm around,” he said affectionately. “And I love it too. Man Tootsie, you’re really going. It’s like you never even did this before.”
There was a pause, whereupon hesitantly trotting up beside Sweetie Belle, and staring at the blissful Tootsie, Shady asked, “Is she... doing something?”
Sweetie turned to stare at him. “Oh my Celestia, you don’t know,” she said in shock, looking from Tootsie to Shady. “You don’t know?” she asked Tootsie. “You never did this before?”
“It never felt like this,” Tootsie said drunkenly, with a silly smile on her face. “I’m... oh it stopped. I was... squeezing an’ it wouldn’t...”
“You couldn’t stop doing it,” Scootaloo prompted helpfully, clopping to all fours beside the filly.
“She orgasmed,” Sweetie said to Shady, “Fillies can do it too. The squeezes your penis makes, that make the white stuff come out, it happened to her!”
“B-but, she doesn’t have any...” he said in pitiful confusion.
“Just—just try to go as long as you can, next time,” Sweetie advised, “And always lick her first. That way she can...”
Sweetie trailed off, sidling up beside Tootsie, who was standing alone since Scootaloo unmounted her. “Sorry, it can be kind of... overwhelming,” Sweetie said to the flushed filly, “But at least now you know how Shady feels, when he... does you.”
“It’s... it’s okay, I...” Tootsie laughed dryly, hunching her shoulders wearily, “I never felt like that before in my life! You...” she wheeled her head groggily around to gaze with adoration at Shady, “You feel like that every time you do the white stuff?”
Shady rubbed his head uncertainly. “I, uh... it feels really good but Tootsie, you just... lost it,” Shady said looking at her with honest concern. “I don’t sit there just... neighing, and pawing the ground. I mean... it was really, really cool.”
“Colts like it,” Scootaloo said smugly, to a confused Tootsie. “When you orgasm, you get even more beautiful. It seems goofy to you, but it really does look really cool.”
“I... guess so?” Tootsie said, focusing on Scootaloo as if for the first time. And then tilting her head. Then, crouching low on her hooves, Tootsie exclaimed bug-eyed,
“You’re a colt!!”
Scootaloo blinked at her, then turned over his shoulder and gave Sweetie a pleading look. Sweetie just grinned helplessly and shrugged. Scootaloo turned back, to face a red-faced Tootsie.
“I suppose my penis tipped you off?” he suggested dryly.
“Oh my Celestia, I can’t believe I said that,” Tootsie groaned, sinking to her belly and covering her face with her hooves. Sweetie would have chided her, but there were more important things to take care of, and at least for now, Tootsie was safe.
Those two, they’d been hiding out for all week, apparantly. Mostly from Tootsie’s grandma, who sounded real mean, but what drove them to it was (of course) estrus. With ponies doing weird new things, like mounting each other and stuff, it was just too weird to risk the wrath of those who seemed determined not to teach them about it. Tootsie’s grandmother tried to keep her away from Shady, and they just... ran away together and hid. Well, Scootaloo filled them in, and Tootsie wanted to cry when she heard about it.
“It’s not fair!” she protested bitterly, “We were so happy, and now we can’t even do it! And I could be pregnant. Why did I do that?! Why do I even have that thing back there, if it’s gonna make me do stupid stuff like... that!”
“I didn’t know your grandma was telling you you would literally go to Tartarus for doing that,” Sweetie said with a frown. “It’s just not true. And it’s natural! And you don’t have to do it, either! It’s hard, but it’s not impossible!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Shady said on the other side of the increasingly weepy Tootsie. “I would have not done it in you if I knew.”
“Because I just really wanded it,” Tootsie bawled, “I’b such a horrible pony!”
“You’re not a horrible pony,” Sweetie reassured her frantically.
“If you knew,” Scootaloo said poking Shady in the chest, “That some sweet filly was gonna just say no and make you stop putting it in her, you wouldn’t even be a little wanting to not tell her about it?”
“No!” Shady claimed hotly, “I... no! I mean, maybe a little... it just kept getting really bad and it was our first season!”
“Okay, don’t tell anypony about this, because she could get in big trouble if you do, but I know a pony who can help you,” Sweetie said to them. “She doesn’t think you are evil, or that you have to stop doing what you were doing. She just really knows a lot of stuff, and she can show you what you need to do.”
“Who?” Tootsie asked in a harried tone.
“I know it might sound weird,” Scootaloo put in, “But you gotta go visit the library. The librarian knows all about like, everything there is to know, and estrus is one of those things. We’re not supposed to tell,”
“But you two really need help,” Sweetie finished, “Do you know anypony else who... who ran away?”
“I didn’t really run away,” Shady said uncomfortably, “I don’t think my dad really notices I left. He’s fine with me staying um... out for a week or now and again. But Tootsie’s gran, she...”
“She just hates me,” Tootsie said in a terrible confidence. “I just couldn’t let her know that I was doing this. She’d stop me a-and she’d be right about all the horrible things she said.”
“Talk to the librarian,” Sweetie assured her. “I bet she has books on... mean grandmas or something. If she can’t help you, she will find somepony who can. That’s her job. To find out how to help you.”
“Yeah, we’re just... I mean we’re all just a bunch of foals, really, so I dunno any more than you do,” Scootaloo said uneasily. “It’s hard to find grownups to trust, but all you need is one, and then they can teach you um... stuff about other grownups.”
“I... I don’t know. That library is supposed to be cursed,” Tootsie said nervously. “My gran always said that—” she cut herself off, frowned and looked down at a greenish blue hoof. “Okay, maybe it’s not really cursed,” she admitted, “But it is awfully spooky.”
“So what, you’d rather go and have a foal instead of just going into some creepy tree building?” Shady accused unbelievingly.
“Sorta, yeah!” Tootsie retorted in angry response. “I can’t help it! I just get so h-hungry for it. I also don’t want a foal though, so I’m gonna... try...”
“Just be gentle with her,” Scootaloo advised. “Miss Twilight seems scary, but she really cares about others and she really wants to not be scary. She just gets excited sometimes. So not even she’s perfect, but just remember she’s a pony just like us, and has feelings and stuff.”
There was a pause, whereupon Shady said, “Maybe only I should go.”
“No,” Tootsie protested firmly. “We’re both going. This is my bottom at stake too.
“I...I’m sorry, Shady,” Tootsie added, turning her nose down before the colt. “I should have told you right... away. B-but it was gran, so I... I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“I guess,” Shady said unenthusiastically. “I forgive you. But if you have a foal, you’re gonna do it yourself. I didn’t even want one.”
“Do you want one now?” Sweetie asked Shady, giving Scootaloo a wink.
“No, I... I mean I guess it would be cool, but I’m way too young!” Shady said. “Would they be like... a mini-foal, or something?”
“Well, supposedly no, Tootsie just swells up really big,” Sweetie said waving a hoof, “I dunno how that would even work though, because I got an IUD when I was... um... okay again.”
Tootsie held a hoof under her belly, laughing nervously, saying, “F...foals are really big for a filly. I could really fit one in there? How will I even walk?”
“You don’t know if you have one just yet,” Scootaloo cautioned her. “Just ask the librarian, and do it right now, before you have to try again.”
“I dunno if I’ll ever have to try again, after that,” Tootsie said with a relaxed smile. “I just never finished, and wanted to more and more... but now I feel amazing.”
“It’ll come back if you’re not pregnant,” Sweetie cautioned. “But yeah, if you never did the orgasm, you’d just... never be able to stop wanting it.”
“I will orgasm you every time,” Shady promised boldly, “And I’ll even go to the library with you, even if the librarian is... even if the rumors are true, I’ll still do it.”
“We’ll introduce you,” Sweetie said helpfully, “Just gimme a sec to talk with Scootaloo. About um, Apple Bloom.”
Scootaloo’s ear twitched at that, and Sweetie was definitely concerned, if Scootaloo was gonna be able to handle all this estrus taking all his friends away to loopy town. He seemed fine with it, but... it was a lot to ask him to put up with.
“Maybe we should talk after,” Scootaloo said to Sweetie uneasily. “I really think this is more important than me being a colt to you and Apple Bloom.”
“Still can’t believe you were a colt, all this time,... Tootsie said appreciatively, walking around Scootaloo and looking at him in amazement.
“Yeah, well... believe it,” he replied dimly, folding his ears fully and failing not to blush.
Poor Twilight Sparkle, she about flipped when she saw the dirty, dissheveled and dehydrated state these horny foals were in, and learned just what had brought them in that state. She was already so stressed out, even if she seemed relieved to finally have some way to vent her frustration. She even sent a letter to the mayor of Ponyville! Who apparantly owed her some favors for saving the town or something. Twilight was helpful and explanative, and the two left a lot less scared and confused than they entered. Tootsie might be pregnant, but at least she knew why she kept doing that to herself now.
Tootsie was supposed to go to a place called “Foal Services” which was actually having something to do with the orphanage, even if she wasn’t really an orphan. And Shady not in any danger at home, was told to return there and hide out, and not let any fillies get him alone until Tootsie got back in touch with him. The librarian also showed Tootsie a flyer about an organization that had a place in Ponydale where she could trust that they would give her good advice about her pregnancy, or... possible pregnancy.
Twilight wouldn’t let Tootsie take the flyer though, saying that the unicorn filly could get in trouble if certain ponies found her holding onto something like that. Sweetie said that she thought Foal Services were the good guys, but all Twilight would say to that was, “It’s... complicated.”
The rest of the foals the three of them knew seemed... accounted for, at least. Hopefully nothing scary like two running away to have babies would happen again. And all that left was dealing with Apple Bloom. So the three had an emergency CMC meeting, in their clubhouse, with as clear heads as they could possibly manage.
“Alright Crusaders,” the little yellow filly known as Apple Bloom said up on that wooden podium that they’d built for important announcements that... never were needed for just three Crusaders. But it was fun! “This’s the situation,” she went on seriously.
“First, there’s two of us fillies, and only one of us a colt. Ah know th’ book said gender ratios and some odd, and we all can manage it this way, but if something goes wrong we’ll be in trouble fast, and ah dunno if Scootaloo can take both our rumps if neither of us are gonna get preggers an’ go outta heat. Oh, actually that was the second thing, whoops.
“So secondly, Scootaloo doesn’t recharge twice as fast as the both of us. Plus mah estrus is just crazy pants. Sweetie’s ain’t goin’ so easy on her either. And don’t you protest, Scootaloo. Ah already know you’re gettin’ confused about the whole thing. Last time you even shouted out Sweetie Belle’s name, when it was me you were doin’!”
“Yeah, sorry I—” Scootaloo hoofed the floor and said, before Apple Bloom interrupted going down her scroll, saying,
“Thirdly, Scoots ain’t been there when Sweetie needed him. She had to go get under Shady before she got any satisfaction!”
“I was doing that to help Tootsie!” Sweetie protested. “I mean I knew Scootaloo would be all boyed out that day, but I would have been fine. I just... well... maybe I would have done something different if I knew Scootaloo was gonna be there.”
“I’m trying Sweetie,” Scootaloo whined apologetically, “I even was gonna check after the one with Apple Bloom to see if you’re okay, but you were already taking care of it!”
“I know. I just...” Sweetie nervously curled her tail around herself. “It just could have been worse,” she concluded, “If you wanted me and I was already um... Shady. I don’t want you to have to get into fights because of me.”
“Fights?” Scootaloo asked in a puzzled tone.
“Yeah, that’s how my cheek got cut,” Sweetie said, touching the sore spot and wincing. “Tootsie thought I was getting in the way of her and Shady, and she just was really upset about it. So, if you wanted to get in there, and Shady was already in the way, I just thought you might feel that way too.”
“Pff, as if,” Scootaloo said, rolling his eyes. “Tell you what: if we’re doing it right now then, and he comes and pulls us apart, and tells me I can’t do it in you anymore, then I’ll kick his tail. That’s what happened with Tootsie, right? But don’t worry about it, if you’re just helping somepony. I trust you, Sweetie. I know you’ll always be my friend, and we’ll help each other out, no matter what, if it’s estrus, or whatever.”
“And I know you’ll always be there for me,” Sweetie said with a little blush. “I know I can’t be as good as Rainbow Dash, but...”
“Oh, uh... yeah...” Scootaloo lowered his wings and sighed. “I don’t think you need to be as good as her. She’s just incredible! I just... I’m not really her friend. I’m just her... extra. But you’re my friend. Being with Rainbow Dash is always superawesomextramazing, but she doesn’t... need me, I guess. I can actually help you, so it’s not just what I like. It’s also what I can do for someone. Dash is just... way out there, and you’re right here...” Scootaloo nuzzled Sweetie’s cheek. “...with me.”
Apple bloom cleared her throat uncomfortably, before they could start gazing moonily into each other’s eyes. “Anyhow, so something has gotta be done. We been spending so much time with this estrus thing, we’ll never get our cutie marks at this rate! So ah propose that we get another colt involved. Somepony we can trust. He can take care of me, so Scootaloo can focus on Sweetie Belle, and that’ll give us time on the side to try to find out what our special talent is.”
“Are you sure, Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo said uncertainly. “You know how many fillies there are compared to colts. Would it really be fair?”
“Come on, you two told me about Tootsie, an’ she’s still walkin’ on air,” Apple Bloom said in a consternated huff. “What we feel ain’t the same scale with most fillies. They just get kinda clingy, and creepy, and uhm... well, okay maybe they do feel on the same scale, but it’s not like we gotta get a colt all to ourselves. Just somepony to help me out when ah need it, so I cain stop butting in between the two of you.”
“You’re not intruding, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie Belle assured her. “Me and Scootaloo both like being with you. Don’t just go looking for another colt because you think we don’t like it! Because we do! I do, at least. You do, right Scootaloo?”
“You bet!” Scootaloo confirmed with a hoof pump, adding less securely, “Though uh, I dunno if you really do, Sweetie. Remember that time last week when you were so itchy you just pushed me down, and I couldn’t even get it up?”
Sweetie blushed at the memory, saying, “Yeah, but—”
“An’ remember that time our butts were practically warrin’ over Scootaloo’s boy thing?” Apple Bloom put in. “It musta looked awful funny, but it felt seriously bad. There weren’t no way he could get us both, an’ it just ain’t as satisfying if’n you don’t get a boy in ya.”
“Okay, fine, so we have some i-issues that Scootaloo can’t always fix,” Sweetie admitted glumly. “Estrus isn’t all year though, maybe we can tough it out?”
“Ah know we can tough it out,” Apple Bloom contested confidently. “But why should we, if we cain’t just find a colt who can keep up with us?”
“That’s the other thing,” Scootaloo said, pacing back and forth on the clubhouse floor. “Colts are all so... wishy washy! I know I’m technically one, but it’s true. I like playing filly games, not silly little colt things, and that’s fine, but who else is gonna be like me? Dart? Snips? When I told him we were going to try for a bear hunting cutie mark, he fainted! Who does that?”
“Well I wanted to get a bear hugging cutie mark,” Sweetie pointed out, “But either way, we’re not even friends with any other colts, are we? Are we just gonna randomly go ask a colt to be our friend? Because I’m pretty sure he has to be your friend before he goes and promises to help for the whole month? I don’t even know if Shady would do that for me again!
“Relax, you two,” Apple Bloom said confidently. “Ah can find another colt too, an’ then we’ll all have special someponies!”
“They’re not exactly easy to find, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie remarked in a unapproving tone. “You can’t just go pick a colt off of a colt tree.”
“Don’t you worry, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said, rubbing her hooves together. “Ah have just the colt in mahnd...”
They looked at her for a while, and Scootaloo finally said, “So... are you gonna tell us who it is?”
“Oh! Right!” Apple Bloom said with a startled snort. “Ah was gettin right to that. See, you know how we been goin’ to the library more often since estrus started, right? Not for estrus, but for miss Twilight’s Twilight Time thingy. Well, why not somepony from there?”
“Shoeshine?” Scootaloo asked uncertainly.
“No, the one like you!” Apple Bloom whispered all conspiratorially.
“Like me?” Scootaloo wondered, “You mean... no.”
“Oh, right, we did find another colt who’s all fillyly,” Sweetie realized musingly.
“That colt? No,” Scootaloo reasserted firmly. “He doesn’t even say anything!”
“Well he talks to me,” Apple Bloom said somewhat grumpily. “Ah think he’s perfect!”
“He’d run for the hills, the moment you even mentioned estrus! He’s like the quietest most unassuming colt in the whole school!” Scootaloo protested insistently.
“Ah think he’s real nice, and ah think he’d go for it!” Apple Bloom said huffily. “He just thinks he’s a wimp, but he’s real tough when it counts! An’ I think he likes me!”
“There is no way, or even a little chance,” Scootaloo said, waving his hoof for emphasis, “That you are going to have any luck with”
Pastor Tightbottom gazed happily at his herd gathered before him. Ponies from all over town came to him for help and guidance, and guidance he gave them. Teaching them about Celestia’s Word, and the way to be straight and true. They trusted him, and he deserved that trust, because for so many years he’d led the congregation closer to paradise. And with the miracle of this year’s estrus, they had never been closer to that beautiful, pristine purity.
“My Friends, I would like to tell you the story of a Sun touched colt, who alone could resist the temptations of fallen fillies in estrus,” he told them. He usually gave his sermons in the form of a story. Some prominent character in Princess Celestia’s lofty and lengthy history, carefully chosen to bring his herd to the conclusion he was duty bound to lead them to. He told stories of colts who survived estrus clean and untouched, of fillies who knew their place, and what happened to the ones who didn’t. He told of the angelic purity that he had spent his whole life discovering, that the innocence of youth was the key to salvation, and the fruit of knowledge was the first step to unforgivable, ineffable sin.
Some weren’t strictly the Word of the Princess herself, but he made a good effort to include her words as much as possible, and it’s not like anyone was in a position to question him. They knew only he had the spiritual purity needed to understand the words of Our Princess without falling into the sins of doubt and cynicism. Only he had the isolated, cloistered lifestyle that protected him from being corrupted by the sins of the material world. That gave him an incredible freedom, that he was grateful for every single sermon. The Princess said she would never lead them to Paradise, but by carefully couching his words, and emphasizing how wonderful it is if a colt or a filly remains innocent of estrus until they’ve grown beyond it, Pastor Tightbottom could lead them to paradise, himself!
“Blessed is the child, who suffers not the fire of knowledge within her loins,” he would tell his herd. “Who remains pure and chaste, the shadows of her birthright unable to wrack her mind and body with sinful desire. For how can she lust after what she has been protected from? How can she desire that which she knows nothing of?”
As he spoke, he scanned the gathering, taking a mental tally of who was present, and what it meant. That troublesome unicorn filly was still attending. Her family was good and faithful, but she’d been something of a problem this year. If he didn’t do something, she might infect more blessed innocents with the taint of understanding. She may have been in her first estrus, but she was far too young to understand how innocently trying to help somepony understand is the very act that curses them with uncontrollable sexual desire. He couldn’t act directly, as her family was in very good standing with the church, but he could subtly imply that she was a bad little filly for hurting others by telling them the sins that librarian... that librarian had put into her sweet little head.
The librarian, who... never attended his congregation. He was sure she was a foul minion of the Moon, sent to test his faith, and foment unrest and confusion in his flock. He prayed in his time alone, that he would be able to expose that mare for the evil influence she represented, but the Nightmare is if nothing else unerringly crafty, and Tightbottom was no divine princess, just a simple stallion, with a simple agenda.
The Apples were here in force: loyal attendees since before Tightbottom had even been a colt in the church choir. They were always a good source of dumb, pliable worshippers, either by the size of their clan, or the size of their brains. Though the orange mare had been asking too many questions lately, no doubt still traumatized by the passing of her parents so many years ago. And the little ketchup and mustard filly barely looked like she was paying attention, but most foals were that way, as what he said was above their understanding. The orphanage brought its colts and fillies to take part as well, under strict supervision and on their best behavior. No problems there. There were schoolteachers and bakers, farmers, and farriers, all listening rapt in attention, as he colored another story for them.
If he were more discerning, he might have noticed some worried faces among those smiling in bliss, looking at him with a concern they hadn’t shown before somepony told them to be wary. But Pastor Tightbottom was but a simple stallion, and on his pulpit, he always felt like he could do no wrong. Celestia Herself spoke through him, and if he found himself wanting things to be a certain way, then it was as good as if she spoke those words herself.
As he spoke, the pastor thought fondly of the devotational colts attending his church, how earnestly he would protect them from estrus. He wouldn’t include it in his speech here, as it was technically illegal, but he knew the secret to getting a colt through estrus untouched and pure. Only the touch of a stallion could stay their nacent desires, and ensure they had no sinful urges towards fillies, and Tightbottom was all too happy to provide. Though they wanted to know what it was he was doing for them, he was firm in ensuring that they remained innocent and pure. They liked what he did for them anyway, even if they didn’t think that was true, yet.
Perhaps this time, perhaps this estrus was the one where some sweet, innocent colt or filly would make it through the entire time without anypony trying to warn them, or teach them what sins lay buried in their psyche just waiting for them to commit. Perhaps the chosen of Celestia would come from his very church, where his tireless devotion enabled the Unsullied Foal to rise up, and join the princess in the holy war against the Night that was to come, in the trying days ahead. The pastor could only humbly guide his flock in that direction, and hope against hope that when the sun fell from the sky forever, again, that they would be ready to accept Princess Celestia into their hearts.
Good thing there are no abrupt scene transitions here, or I’d have to put in some sort of horizontal rule!
