“Ohhh, where is Rarity?” “...there she is.” “What? You’re not supposed to look outside the windows!” “The demon’s on the other side of the building! And Rarity’s not gonna be able to help us.” “What? Why not? Oh no.” “Yep. I think it’s... that delivery stallion.” Twi crowds her way to look, saying, “Isn’t he married? Oh wait, right. Yeah.” “They sure are going at it...” “They will be indefinitely, if we can’t get our hooves on Scootaloo.” “Well she caint help it, so give her a break already,” Apple Bloom grumbled. She trotted out of the bushes then, saying in a louder voice, “But a certain stallion can! Why are ya doing it to Applejack again?!” “Oh, no,” he said in a disgusted tone, lifting his head. “Why can’t... you just let her have this, filly?” he said still panting for breath (but not as much as Spike had been). “Because if she has a foal, then we lose the farm!” Apple Bloom shouted back just as angrily, bumping Spike right off her back for now. “Ah wanna go to school, not have to go work in... in Trottingham!” “I’m sorry, but she’s in heat and I can’t... I can’t tell you, filly,” the stallion said in that maddeningly confusing way that sounded more like he was self righteous than guilty. “Just—I’m almost...” he started thrusting again, “Almost—” he said tensely, staring forward. Applejack bucked him right off of her, shouting, “No!” When the stallion tumbled on his back, Applejack turned to him, seething, weeping. She’d been crying for some time it looked like. “Ah love this so much, Soarin,” she croaked out at the stallion, “So much! Ah—ah caint! Ah caint do that to mah family! Ah’ll just be miserable and sick for this entire estrus and you—you leave me alone, you hear?!” The orange mare staggered away then, fleeing both confrontation with him and her own desires right now. Her hat was lost in the dirt and she just kept on gallopping. “Well great,” the stallion said bitterly, climbing to his hooves. “I hope you’re happy. Now your sister’s completely miserable, just because she wants a foal! You Celestials make me sick, you’re just foals and you’re already hurting her. For liking something natural!” “Ah’m not hurtin’ her, you’re hurtin’ her!” Apple Bloom practically snarled back. “You know how hard it is for her to make a foal with you, when she knows it’ll ruin us?” “I don’t care if you’re told to hate us for loving each other,” he said testily, “You’re not a ruined mare, just because you saw us. You’re fine!” “What are you talkin’ about?” Apple Bloom said acerbically. “You mean like how the pastor says not to ruin our innocent eyes with the acts of shame?” “Well... yeah,” he said as if that were self evident. “Ah meant financially, you jerk!” Apple Bloom said with a stomp. “Ain’t you seen the hard times this farm’s goin’ through? You want her to just stop workin’ so she cain sit there like a lump, havin’ your foal?” He got an oddly tormented look, saying, “I... I can’t tell you filly. It would ruin... I mean, you already ruined it, so I guess I can tell you just what you ruined.” Scraping the ground, the pegasus spread his wings, and said to the angry filly, “I had my foals already! I have two beautiful fillies, who might even be going to your school soon! But unlike you freaking, backwards... I know when to quit! I bet you haven’t even heard of a vasectomy!” “What the hay does breaking vases hafta do with mah sister havin’ a foal?!” Apple Bloom shrieked. She stared at him angrily, both of them breathing hard, but only one from running and getting angry. He didn’t look quite as angry then and said, “You have heard of a vasectomy, right?” Apple Bloom blinked at that. “What do ya mean?” she asked. “Is that supposed to be somethin’ special?” “Okay, fine, I’ll explain it to you very carefully. I didn’t know you were that ignorant,” the stallion said, at least civil enough to fold his wings. “Your pastor is making me... very angry,” he said frankly. “Well, he’s makin’ me angry too, but ah don’t go impregnating mares over it,” Apple Bloom said with a snort. “A vasectomy means that I can’t have any more foals,” he said to her. “There, and now you know. They cut off the tubes that deliver the sperm, and that’s it. No more foals.” Apple Bloom balked a little at that, saying uneasily, “Y-y’mean like a... a gelding?” The stallion shook his head, saying, “No, just the tubes. I still have my balls. That’s the point. I can be a stallion for a mare, and she’ll never get pregnant. Everything will work out fine. Until you tell her, and then she won’t want anything to do with me! “And then she’ll go jump some other stallion’s bones,” he said almost sorrowfully, “And a beautiful mare will be... then she will lose the farm. Don’t you get it? I was saving her, and you messed it up! Now you’re gonna tell her, and she won’t wanna do it with me anymore!” Apple Bloom was outright gaping at the stallion at that point. “Why... but... how could you...,” she stuttered, “How could ya even... why wouldn’t she wanna do it with you? You caint? You caint make her foal? Why wouldn’t you want me to tell her that?!” “You mares all go baby crazy this time of year,” he said morosely. “When she finds out I’m shooting blanks, she’ll get her baby foal some other way. That’s why I’m not supposed to tell her, get it?” “Seriously?!” Apple Bloom stomped. “You think she wants a—ah mean, she does, but, you think she caint stop from tryin’ to make a—ah mean she caint, but... ohh ah’m so mad ah caint even think!” She probably would have started crying then, but Dinky finally managed to work the guts up to make his way out into the open saying, “Um... excuse me, sir?” “Huh, what’re you doing here, little filly?” he asked, looking at Dinky in confusion. Dinky shook his head resolutely, and said, “Actually... I’m a colt.” “Oh, oops, my bad,” the older stallion said, tilting his head as he scoped out the lavender blonde unicorn. “Apple Bloom has an IED,” Dinky stated clearly. “IUD,” Apple Bloom corrected him. “IUD,” he repeated with a blush. “Well alright, so what’s that?” the older stallion asked. No, seriously. He literally asked those exact words. Apple Bloom stared at him. “It’s a t-thing that fillies can put inside them,” Dinky said shyly, but confidently thanks to what the others told him about it. “And it stops them from having foals, all month.” “Oh. Wait, those are just a myth though,” the older stallion said, his face twisting in confusion. “Mares can’t really use those things. Their estrus wouldn’t let them.” “Where on earth did you learn about how mares work?” Apple Bloom asked. “Because ah don’t think you did!” “Well, I took a class in it, but it’s really pretty obvious,” he said. “Mares moan, you own. Some very experienced stallions told me about it, who know all about mares. They have a whole program to get more mares into your herd.” “Well maybe they’re lyin’ to you, because ah got an IUD,” Apple Bloom said, “And ah been with Dinky, just like you and Applejack, an’ not once did I get a foal from it. You know how amazing that is?! We cain be together, and ah don’t gotta worry!” “But... but you want to have a foal,” he said now less certainly, “And you’re just gonna go find some other stallion—I mean colt, and...” “And what?” Apple Bloom asked with a triumphant smirk. “Ah could do the whole population of Ponyville, and nopony cain give me a foal. So why caint Applejack do that? You’re actin’ like she’s some kinda foal bearing zombie pony.” “You can’t be serious,” he said to her with a nervous smile. “You don’t want a foal? In the middle of estrus?” “Sure ah want a foal,” Apple Bloom whined, “When he’s in the middle of doin’ me! But after? Before? Now? And why caint ah want something, and still say no? If ah wanted to kick you in the patootie, and ah didn’t, does that mean ah don’t want it? Why’s it so special about foals?” Apple Bloom touched her belly with a hoof, saying, “It’s... it’s incredible that ah cain make a foal in there. Little old me. Ah really want it sometimes, ah really do. But ah ain’t downright stupid about it. Why cain’t ah wait until we got somepony to work the farm, and then get what ah want? Ain’t got no reason not to!” Dinky leaned forward to nuzzle Apple Bloom’s cheek. He looked absolutely besotten with her for some reason she couldn’t fathom. It was adorable. “Is it true?” came Applejack’s voice. Everypony (and one dragon hiding in the bushes) turned to see her. She looked absolutely haggard, like a mare who’d just run off after being fucked halfway to an orgasm, staring at Soarin with lost eyes. “All those times you said ah was gonna be okay, you weren’t just lyin’ to put a foal in mah belly? You were tryin’ to save me from... from foalin’?” “Sorry, Applejack, when we met, I...” the stallion sighed, looking away. “You’re a beautiful mare, Applejack,” he told her. “You’re a beautiful, incredible mare. You hit the dance floor like a—and—and the more I got to know you... I just didn’t want an amazing, capable pony like you to get hurt. I—I got the vasectomy hoping I could help mares with... estrus, and when I met you I really just wanted to... you know, just make you think you were foaling, so you wouldn’t really do it. “I mean come on,” he said with a nervous laugh, “You don’t think you’re the only pony who cares about your farm? I want you to stay here, doing... what you like, and making stallions like me happier than you could possibly imagine. I mean, you would not believe how good your pie tastes.” Applejack just about flew into his hooves. She hugged him like he was the last pony on earth. Then she slugged him in the side of the head. He went down like a sack of feathers, and Applejack stood over him, saying, “You are gonna rut me. You are gonna fuck me with that mare damned stallionhood of yours, and you’re gonna fill me with so many foals that ah won’t even be able to walk straight. An’ then we’ll see just how much ah can appreciate a no good, dumbass, rotten jerk of a stallion who spent all estrus savin’ me, mah farm and family from total ruination.” He blinked, staring at her in total shock. “Now,” Applejack emphasized, stomping the ground next to his head. “Oh. Uh,” he said, scrabbling back to climb to his hooves. “Y-yes ma’am?” he said. Applejack had to smile at that. “Yes ma’am. Ah like that,” she said. Then she turned her butt at him and said, “Now pony up, lover boy. Or should ah say lover man. Ah’m so horny ah cain’t even stand straight.” And then he actually had the gall to glance questioningly at Apple Bloom. “Well don’t just stand there,” Apple Bloom said, “Hop to it!” He smiled then, and mounted Applejack, but Apple Bloom’s words had caught her sister’s attention, and the mare stammered, even as the stallion settled on top of her apple endowed rump and sought to penetrate her, “Uh, Apple Bloom a-ah don’t know if’n you should watch thi-IS—!” “Sorry, ah don’t mean to embarass you,” Apple Bloom said, blushing as Applejack was penetrated again. “Ah’ll just leave you two be... unless.” Well Applejack wasn’t going to protest much, or much of anything because her eyes were already going out of focus now that she’d a thick, broad stallion’s rod filling up her marehood. But Apple Bloom figured maybe this other idea’d be better than just leaving her sister. For all her guff, Applejack always put on a gruff front when she was feeling the most vulnerable, and Apple Bloom really didn’t want to leave her to face this alone. Even if it was gonna be... okay. “Hey Dinky,” Apple Bloom said sweetly, brushing the tip of her tail under Dinky’s chin. “Mah sister’s all embarassed on account of she has to just stand there making foals, while we watch. But y’think she could get embarassed if we were doin’ it too?” “If—if it’s okay,” Dinky said reservedly, giving the two older ponies a golden eyeful, before saying, “O-okay, pony um... up.” It was a butchery of the phrase, but Apple Bloom didn’t care at this point. That stallion had a fracking magic dick, and he was humping it into her sister right now. And Apple Bloom had just parted from just almost mating with Dinky. She pointed her rear Dinky’s way, raising her tail before Applejack could work up the will to protest, and it looked like Applejack was really trying to protest. But Dinky was pretty gosh darn pent up by now too. He climbed right on, and he was already erect, sliding his turgid member around underneath her tail. Apple Bloom couldn’t resist biting her lip, feeling like she was getting away with some serious naughty business. She stood before her sister, tilting her hips to try and seek out and take his member inside. And then before that redfaced Applejack, Apple Bloom found herself being penetrated, then fucked. She didn’t make a big deal out of it. Just gave Applejack a meaningful look and started quietly rocking back against the colt, who was already thrusting eagerly, straining her deepest flesh to contain him. It was kind of... exciting this way. Apple Bloom could watch Applejack, and know just what her sister felt. Dinky might not have been the born athlete this pegasus Applejack had found was, but he was enthusiastic, and he was definitely a colt right now. Thrusting heartily into her, going deep as he could with long, slick thrusts that jammed his ballsack right up against her straining vulva. And Applejack was feeling this too. The filly and the young mare were facing each other as they got fucked. Just soft breathing filling the clearing, and the honest sweat of a good hard rutting. Apple Bloom was so full, she never got tired of feeling like this. Every time the broad head of Dinky’s penis would press against Apple Bloom in there, she imagined it spurting, flooding her birth canal with his seed. Dinky didn’t have a magic dick. His ordinary amazing penis was good and ready to deliver a child into her. But something about that was so amazing. All they’d have to do is switch and— Ohh yea. That got Apple Bloom going. She bit back a whimper as her insides squeezed down on him, her mind taken by her sister, her poor sister with a big swollen belly, because Dinky mounted on her and delivered his seed into Applejack’s needy snatch. Oh, yes~! Applejack climaxed first, with the cutest squeak you would possibly hear from her throat. She lost sight of Apple Bloom, and everything really, hunching over as her hips started their ancient dance, her tail flopping mechanically against the pegasus’s chest as her insides took her on a wild ride. But Apple Bloom was already well on her way, and when she saw the stallion shove deep inside, and felt Dinky pick up the pace, clearly eager to climax, she could only give a lose, grateful smile, as the pitch of her voice inevitably ramped up, every one of his beautiful thrusts growing bigger and bigger swells of pleasure inside her hips. Until it all crashed down on her, and Apple Bloom was orgasming. With a quietly desperate, “Huah!” she just became an orgasming filly, feeling like her whole body was shaking with the frantic determination of her insides to ripple around that penis Dinky simply would not stop sliding in her. Apple Bloom tried to look at Applejack, tried to see anything besides the beautiful tingling suffusing her entire lower section. But when Dinky started to ejaculate into her, there wasn’t else nothing Apple Bloom could pay attention to. He gave that familiar shove and grunt, and his shaft bobbed within her. Soon she felt its hot blasts pumping into her like a foal making machine. She half smiled at Applejack, who while still dazed from her own orgasm, was still being fucked by the pegasus stallion. Dinky was hugging her so tight when he needed to deliver his seed. Apple Bloom lifted a leg to try and contain the incensed unicorn’s hot seed within. Really it was impossible not to be messy, some mixture of her and Dinky dribbling out of her vagina, and down her legs. Apple Bloom separated from Dinky then, swaying as she showed those two what he did in her, to her. That was too much for the pegasus to take, and he was soon ejaculating as well, Applejack giving relieved, intense breaths with the secret happening in her vagina. It would be the first time Applejack could ever feel good about doing this to herself, and that was the best feeling you could feel in the whole wide world. “G-gosh, sis,” Applejack said to the well fucked yellow sister of hers. “That coltfriend of yours really... didya good.” “Yours lasted longer,” Apple Bloom pointed out, as having sent as much as he could into her, Soarin relaxed, slumping against Applejack’s rump. “He’s all slimy and hot in there, ain’t he,” she said conspiratorially. “True that,” Applejack said in a shy tone. She turned to look at the stallion who’d just finished fertilizing her, a fondness on her face that was normally reserved for apple trees. “Y’did good... Soarin,” she said in quiet admission. Apple Bloom goes to save Scoots, b/c Spike said important. Runs into Sweetie along the way. Sweetie hears the monster, goes to save Scoots, finds him fighting off the other colts all mad with lust trying to fuck him. Sweetie visiting Scoots trying to fuck him this afternoon?