Just as she slowed enough for her eyes to flutter open, Scootaloo flared. Apple Bloom’s eyes crossed as she found her voice. “Bigger—!” she said urgently. She couldn’t even collect her thoughts. Her insides were squirming around that bulbous shaft filling her. “Y’got... bigger!” she gasped, rippling on his penis without even an orgasm or an inclination to. It was just in her, and she <i>had</i> to do it, to make it do <i>that</i> in her.