“She just keeps yelling at me!” Sweetie said angrily. “I told her and she still won’t listen. She thinks I’m possessed!”
Twilight had definitely stepped into a gopher hole.
“So, Rarity isn’t literally trying to drag you to the hospital anymore, though, right? That’s a little improvement?” Twilight smiled uneasily at the irate filly.
“Yeah, I guess...” Sweetie said glumly. “I wish I never had this stupid estrus.”
“None of us would even be here without this ‘stupid’ estrus, Sweetie,” Twilight countered. “Even your parents had the euhhhmmm...” Twilight tried not to panic, but she promised she wouldn’t say anything.
“It’s okay, miss Twilight,” Sweetie told her with a bit of a questioning look. “I even had a foal once, almost. I know that my mom did that too, and I started out as a little bubble inside her.”
“Great!” Twilight said with a broad smile. “Just great!”
Sweetie smiled uneasily back, and just went looking at the broom she was trying to wield, scrunching and focusing fiercely on it.
“Ehm,” Twilight said after a lot of fruitless concentration. “While I appreciate your commitment Sweetie Belle, perhaps you’d like to try levitating something... lighter for a while?”
Sweetie gave Twilight a hurt look, and said, “This stuff is really hard. I just wanna use magic like my sister can!”
“You’ll get there, Sweetie,” Twilight offered encouragingly, subtly slitting open a cushion behind her and extracting a small amount of downy feathers from it. “Levitate one of these feathers now, and you’ll get there a lot faster than if you just stand around failing to lift a broom.”
“Yeah it just... they’re so little I feel stupid that I can’t do anything bigger.”
“You’ve seen your sister levitate small things all the time! Ribbons, pins, thread.”
“But she can lift bigger stuff!”
“You will be able to as well,” Twilight said confidently. “If you simply wait for your cochlea to mature, you will easily be able to lift that broom, and many other useful things. If you practice now though, you could do a lot better than that. Sure it’s just a feather now, but what are other unicorns levitating now? Nothing! So all you have to do to be much their superior in hornpower, and make sure you can do good in the future, is lift this teeny little feather here. Go on, feel it out in your magic. I won’t let go, you can just feel what it’s like.”
Sweetie Belle sighed, and stared at the closest feather levitating in Twilight’s magic. Her horn began whispering with flickers and glimmers, as the filly tried to achieve a stable horn field. It was all very subtle and unobvious to a non-unicorn, but to Twilight’s experienced eye it was nothing more than the same thing that she did as a filly, fumbling about, seeking out the pathways in the magic all around them.
Twilight would let go of the feather, one of these days, but for now, she just let the little filly ease the sparkle of her exotically colored magic in with Twilight’s. Sweetie could barely spark her horn tip, but she could at least levitate along together with another unicorn. Since Rarity was far too busy being irrational about her role in Sweetie’s life to be that unicorn, that left it Twilight’s responsibility to help Sweetie at this time, since it was sort of her fault in the first place that they were arguing.
“I’m glad my mommy didn’t abort me,” Sweetie said distantly, staring at the unstable realization of her magic around the feather. “I feel bad sometimes... I could have let that blastocis stay in me, and maybe she’d not want to get aborted either when she got to be my age.”
“Blastocyst, Sweetie,” Twilight corrected her, “And it really wasn’t your responsibility,” Twilight offered. “Birth is a gift your mother gives you. It’s nice of her to do so, but if she is forced to give it to you, then you couldn’t really call it a gift. Your mommy let you stay in her because she... loves you very much, and she really wanted to help you be born, even if it... even if she didn’t have a... er...”
“Birth is usually a gift,” Twilight tried again. “I think it should always be given freely, because mothers who were forced to carry their foals can hold resentment for that, and that can make the foals feel unwanted. You can always have your foal later, when you feel like you can take care of them.”
“But I already laid the um... I mean, the blastocyst is gone already. So how could I have it later?”
“Do you really think that everything you are can all be contained in that one tiny little speck?”
“I um... I don’t think so? It’d take a whole filly size of tiny specks I guess, technically?”
“So imagine your blastocyst was aborted,” Twilight said almost casually, as if it weren’t a word of horrible murderdeath. “Why can’t the next blastocyst also be yours? Sure you might have a different mane color, or you might be taller, or shorter, or even a colt, but it doesn’t mean you’d be dead.”
Twilight laid a hoof on Sweetie’s shoulder saying, “Sweetie, what passed through you was not yet a pony, just a possibility of one. It stopped being a possibility once it left the protection of your womb, yes, and its cells did die, but that doesn’t mean that the pony it could have been, can never be. Because you still have the possibility of a pony...” she touched Sweetie’s belly. “Right in here. When your foal is born one day, you are far more a part of them than some silly speck of cells. As long as you are still here with that great potential within yourself, I don’t think anypony has the right to say any one of your foals has died. I think if you used that first blastocyst, and your foal said they were glad you didn’t abort them, then even if they came from your next blastocyst and said they were glad you didn’t abort them, they would still be the exact same foal. Your firstborn.”
“My... firstborn,” Sweetie shuddered. “It sounds like a fairy tale when you say it that way.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Twilight said with a chuckle. “Mares all over the world are having first born foals; every mother has at least one after all. Ordinary ponies, extraordinary ponies, smart ones, dumb ones. My brother is my mother’s firstborn and guess how many times he’s saved the world?”
“Um...”
“Only twice. Can you believe that? What a slacker, right?”
“Uuuuhmm...”
“But no seriously I’m horribly jealous of him. My point is that you may not have the potential to get written in a fairy tale, or to give birth to the next Lion Spot da Poni, but you do certainly have the potential every mare has, to make a new pony. Even when I and my friends are old biddies, the ponies you make will be going to school and having adventures, being smart, stupid, strong or weak, nice or mean, however they turn out to be. Just fillies and colts like you see at school, but this time one or two of them will be your foals, that you and Scootaloo created inside yourself, and nurtured to life.”
“Not blastocysts,” Twilight emphasized, “But real ponies, who know who they are, and experience life to its fullest. That is what I think the miracle of child birth is, how your love and care can change what can be questionably called a pony at best, into a pony that you can be proud of giving birth to. What your blastocyst was is only part of you, and the rest was filled in by your uh, mother and father, by your sister Rarity, by your friends, and by yourself.”
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was feeling awesome.
Scootaloo couldn’t quite explain just how awesome Rainbow Dash felt. That magical first time they mated was one that Dash hadn’t repeated, until some time later when Scootaloo had a moment alone and Rainbow Dash tracked him down. She alighted in front of him just looking alive with satisfaction and desire. She felt better than Sweetie Belle, that second time. Better than anypony for that metter. That wasn’t... entirely a good thing, for Scootaloo. See, Scootaloo loved being able to make Sweetie squeal, and how much he could take her over with lust, before his own made him fill her up with seed.
But with Rainbow Dash, this second time at least, Scootaloo couldn’t even remember which of them squealed. He remembered her so gracefully landing there before him, and saying some off color joke about how she was having a really good week, Scootaloo just couldn’t stop thinking about penetrating her even just seeing her, his fond memories of the feel of the beautiful mare’s insides totally taking over his attention. Rainbow noticed Scootaloo was thickly erect and trembling, and she murmured something about how hungry she was for his dick again, then just shot forward and kissed him hungrily, and even stuck her tongue in!
Scootaloo couldn’t protest. He couldn’t do anything that wouldn’t end up with him fucking her. He couldn’t stop smelling her, couldn’t even think clearly. It was like, like super estrus or something. Rainbow Dash was just so amazing that when she presented for him in a mindless lust, Scootaloo actually somehow managed to climb her rump, and hang on there just to get his penis inside. He did whatever he could to thrust in there. He even fell out of her he was so eager, literally falling to the ground aching for the oven hot insides of that stunt mare. As soon as he did, Dash was rising into the air,, then alighting on his pelvis, using her hoof to angle his needy shaft away from his body as she moved her blushing vulva to it and slid herself on him. Scootoaloo just watched himself getting penetrated by that mare, needing to know beyond a doubt that he was in her, and ready to fill her. He only looked away once her hoof left from bracing against him, and her vagina alone was enough to hold him, and align him so he could arch up desperately to thrust into her insatiable depths.
He stopped looking at that incredible thing happening between their groins, because Dash removed her hoof when her vagina plunged down around him, and her hoof slammed into the dirt next to his head. They weren’t even doing it anywhere special. It was just... the road, or something. Right where they met. Scootaloo had been... going... somewhere, and the earth was unpleasantly rough against his wings, but he couldn’t care about anything other than Rainbow Dash and ejaculating into her vagina. When her hoof planted next to him and she started to piston herself on top of him Scootaloo looked up to her hunching over him like an angel of femininity, and he just had to stare at her eyes. Rainbow had a hunger in her eyes, an unquenchable fire that made her stare back at him intensely and gave him just tingles all over. He was already— he tried not to—he squirted—just a little! It was in his penis! He was going to squirt so hard!
With a heavy grunt, Rainbow slammed her hips down on his, as Scootaloo ejaculated again and again into that wet oven. He cried out in urgent need as his penis made him do it, feeling like he was falling into his lover, mentor and idol, even though she was above him. Her majestic wings, her tense body, her forceful need to shove him in her, and take every drop of his seed. Scootaloo gave it all to her!
There was a quiet hot panting afterwards, no words exchanged. Scootaloo didn’t know what to think. They barely talked and then just—just did it, like animals! He felt like an animal at least. Pinned down before the larger mare, subject to her whim and whimsy. He gazed up at her adoringly and... actually her wings were looking kind of raggedy. And she had a confused expression on her face, not a pleasured one. “Well, uh, that was great, squirt,” she said in an appeasing tone, with a really awkward smile, heaving up to fly into the air leaving his penis feeling... cold in the air. “Yeah I’ll... talk to you sometime later maybe,” Dash said unflatteringly. “I guess the other stallions are just better. Nice attempt at least?”
“Dash?” Scootaloo asked his surprisingly harried looking idol. “Are you okay?”
“I’m awesome!” Rainbow said confidently, pumping her hoof. “I have never felt better! This thing is totally awesome, and everything is super great!” She twitched jerkily, then glanced quickly at the sky then saying, “I–I–I gotta, look kid, you have a good day. I gotta uh... go find some more ponies, and really get myself good again!”
Scootaloo gave her a hurt look and said, “I w-wasn’t good at it this time?”
And Dash gave him the most fake smile ever. Scootaloo’s ears went down as she told him, “You were... great, squirt. Just great. Now I gotta jet, so I can find some more stallions to do it with, or maybe mares or whatever.” Then she just blasted off into the sky before he could say anything, heading straight for a male pegasi up there working on some clouds. She was too far away to hear, but Scootaloo had keen enough eyes to see him mount Rainbow Dash on that cloud before she even brushed her tail under his nose. Scootaloo just sat there in a confused daze, watching that distant, dark gray stallion hammering his idol like there was no tomorrow.
Rainbow Dash felt way better than Sweetie Belle, but Scootaloo was so confused, because his penis felt so good, so spent, yet he still felt like he wanted to cry. Sweetie was very understanding though. She didn’t make Scootaloo fuck her, even if he could have after ejaculating that much into Rainbow Dash. She just comforted him and nibbled at his ears, and well... told him he did fine, and it must just be something about Rainbow Dash, not him.
“She was... different this time,” Scootaloo said uncertainly to his candy white unicorn friend. “It was incredible but... different. She just... wanted all sorts of... colt stuff I guess? But she said she was doing mares too, I–I think. But she usually does mares, so I guess that’s normal?”
He knocked his head with a hoof trying to shake the fuzziness out of it. “All I remember is j-just the fucking. I think we said something together first? But then we were just... I was just humping her. I started squirting so early, it was kind of... scary?”
Sweetie’s soft curls framed her serious frown as she regarded the frazzled looking Scootaloo. “Maybe you should take a break from her for a while?” Sweetie suggested. “Maybe Rainbow Dash just is too much for you right now, until you get bigger.”
“Boy is she too much,” Scootaloo agreed passionately, shaking his head. “I dunno what even was that. I hope you never get that bad, Sweetie.”
“I’ll always like your penis,” Sweetie said plainly to him with a pleased smile. “But I will try not to just jump on you whenever it’s ready. It’s weird though, if she wanted you so bad, why didn’t she like when you did it?”
Scootaloo stopped fiddling with his hooves on the grass and turned to his friend. “How do you mean, Sweetie?” Scootaloo asked.
“When I did estrus I really wanted to j-jump on you, like she did,” Sweetie admitted. “It got really bad I mean, at first. But when we did it, it was just what I needed. I wanted it because it felt good when you did it. I mean, why did Rainbow Dash get so... disappointed in the end?”
“Because I’m not a big strong stallion yet?” Scootaloo suggested disgruntledly. “That’s who fucked her after, is a big stallion.”
“But then, why did she get so excited about you in the first place?” Sweetie asked persistently. “It’d be like me getting excited about a... um... an essay question on the test. If I don’t even like getting it, I wouldn’t get excited before it happened. That’s how a filly feels, I think? I mean, maybe it’s just me?”
“I dunno,” Scootaloo said thoughtfully. “Just was a crazy experience. Everything with Dash is totally crazy anyway. She just never gives up until she’s gone the whole way, and then some.”
“Gosh,” Sweetie said teasingly, “Sounds almost like you almost said something bad about Rainbow Dash.”
“No, that’s why I like her!” Scootaloo protested, sticking his hooves up to frame the sky. “She’s such an adrenalin rush.”
“So, you liked what happened between you two?” Sweetie poised, in a less than convinced tone.
“I dunno, Sweetie...” was all Scootaloo could think to answer.