Inside the crusader’s clubhouse, Apple Bloom often felt like she was in a second home. A lot of hard work directly from her own hooves had gone into its creation, making it a safe haven for her and her friends to hangout and plan their adventures. It was ideal in nearly every sense of the word, but it could do nothing to help with how she felt at that moment.
“Basic masturbation.”
The statement echoed in Apple Bloom’s head. Dinky had said other things to her after dropping that bombshell, but Apple Bloom could not recall much after that. She had made a quick comment about needing to leave before galloping away as quickly as she could, deaf to the Dinky’s calls of concern.
“Basic masturbation.”
Basic… that word haunted her. Basic things were easy, simple to figure out. There was nothing basic about the temptation to hoof herself. It felt too complicated to accept that all this time, the weird itch she would get between her hind legs, the funny feeling that stirred in her tummy whenever she touched herself, and the strange sense that she was doing something wrong all along, came from ‘basic masturbation’.
Apple Bloom rested against the far wall of the clubhouse, knowing well that she would have most of the day alone. She needed the time to make sense of what she had learned. Sweetie Belle would be with Rarity for most of the day. As for Scootaloo…
“I have a feeling I know what that phrase really meant.”
Apple Bloom groaned, laying on the floor and resting her head on her front legs. It all made sense now why Scootaloo spent so much time away. It was the last thing she would have expected to find out, and even now, she still had trouble believing it.
“All this time, Scoots has been… doin’ that, with Rainbow Dash?”
Apple Bloom had never thought of kissing another pony before. Her goodnight kisses from Applejack were nice, as were the ones she would get from her granny. The entire act of kissing was nice, basic, but not that special by itself. It felt nice…
“In fact, it’s mostly for pleasure.”
That was what everything, from her confusion and fear of her own actions, to her best friend staying away all boiled down to. It bothered Apple Bloom greatly. She understood a little about sex. It was impossible not to learn something when she lived on a farm and cared for animals. Sex was the absolute last thing Apple Bloom would ever think to try, and for good reason; she was too young to have babies.
“Mostly for pleasure…” Apple Bloom sighed to herself. “So, when ah touch mahself with mah hoof… ah’m masturbatin’ cause it feels good? Then, why do ah feel so wrong when ah do it?”
Even saying the word masturbation felt wrong to Apple Bloom. She was not fully sure what masturbation really meant, only that it was like sex, and it involved using hooves. Dinky had made that more or less clear. Despite wanting to get away from her as quickly as she could, Apple Bloom wished she had stayed behind and asked a few more questions.
She snorted in disgust at the idea upon reflection.
It still felt wrong. If Dinky was telling the truth, Scootaloo should not have been doing that kind of thing with Rainbow Dash to begin with. It was wrong for Scootaloo to go around telling her friends she was out having flying lessons when she was doing anything but flying.
The lie hurt more than she would have guessed. Apple Bloom and her friends never kept secrets from each other. They were crusaders, as close as sisters—they were practically a second family in her eyes. They shared everything from laughter to tears to dreams and fears. Now, it seemed to Apple Bloom that sex for pleasure was keeping one of her important friends away.
“Does it really feel that good for Scootaloo to up and ditch me and Sweetie?” Apple Bloom wondered.
Part of her already knew the answer, but still could not believe it. The times she let her hoof slip between her back legs felt good, but it was also gross and weird. She could not imagine skipping out to see her friends just so she could be alone to touch herself.
Scoots ain’t doing that stuff alone though…
If Rainbow Dash was doing things like that, was it really so bad?
Apple Bloom began to wonder if her feelings towards her secret were wrong. Still under the effects of Dinky’s invisibility spell, she remembered her first reactions had been thinking that she could touch herself without fear of anypony seeing. Far away in the clubhouse, her sister and brother would never see or hear her. Still, Apple Bloom tried to keep as quiet as a mouse whenever the itch started to feel too strong from all her rubbing. There was always a chance of a random visit, and then how would she explain herself to Applejack or Big Mac—especially Big Mac!
Now, at least for the time being, there was no chance of that happening.
What did Dinky say she saw Rainbow Dash doin’ to Scootaloo? Rubbin’ her flank?
Apple Bloom did not move. She did not want to move, but temptation nagged at her like a fly buzzing around her head. Dinky said the invisibility spell would only last an hour, but having watched her get stressed out showed the spell could be broken early. Apple Bloom decided it was not worth the risk.
… It wasn’t.
…
“Horse apples…” Apple Bloom muttered to herself as she moved to rest on her back. The clubhouse did not have much in the way of furniture outside of a small table and set of chairs, none of which she wanted to use now. A couch would have been nice, even a single pillow for her neck. Apple Bloom tried to get comfortable on the stiff wooden floor, feeling confident at not seeing herself belly up and stretched out like she wanted to be seen.
Pausing for a few more seconds, Apple Bloom lowered her hooves and started to rub nervous circles over her flank.
Ah guess that feels nice?
Without being able to see what she was doing, Apple Bloom’s other sense were heightened. The fur around her embarrassingly blank flank felt softer than the rest of her coat. Her hooves felt rough from her farm chores, creating a strange contrast of discomfort and pleasure. She thought of Scootaloo being in her position, with Rainbow Dash’s hooves on her.
Rainbow Dash probably has smooth hooves too. She almost never stays on the ground for long. Maybe as smooth as Sweetie Belle’s?
That thought made her hooves stop. Does Sweetie Belle do this too?
The answer had to be no. Heck no, even. Apple Bloom had a hard time picturing Sweetie Belle on her back with her hind legs splayed open, showing her most private parts off as if it was nothing, just like she was doing at that moment, making adorable little squeaks whenever the pleasure felt—
Eenope! Not going there!
…
… What would that hoof feel like… down there?
If Rainbow Dash was doing this to Scootaloo, and Scoots liked it enough to hold off even crusading with her friends, it had to feel amazing. It would only take a little touch to find out for sure.
Though she could not see it, Apple Bloom’s hoof knew where to go. Her right hoof rubbed over the inside of her thighs, making its way between her hind legs. The tip of her hoof shyly starting rubbing once it made contact with her warm mound, moving slightly from bottom to top until it hit a tiny bump that made Apple Bloom squeal.
What was that?!
Even after pulling her hoof away in fright, she could still feel the shockwave that struck her after touching that unknown area. She had rubbed herself plenty of times but always in short motions. Being unable to see her body had allowed her to rub more of that area than she ever dared before.
Her heart racing, Apple Bloom tried it again, moving cautiously. Her mound buzzed with growing pleasure whenever her hoof rubbed too close to that certain spot. She pulled her hoof back, feeling how plump that area was, how it seemed extra soft compared to the rest of her body. It almost felt like she was tickling herself. She rubbed again, a little firmer this time, and once more bumped into something that made her gasp sharply. It was intense, almost painfully so.
It… does feel good.
Apple Bloom’s hoof started moving slow, making short traces up and down her warm slit. Not being able to see her body helped her focus on the sensations she was creating. She stared at the ceiling, breathing through her mouth as the mental image of Scootaloo on a bed came to her mind, and legs spread just like her, with a curious hoof finding a strange bump to rub.
Dinky said she heard Scootaloo moan. Ah can’t even begin to imagine what Scootaloo moanin’ would sound like.
Her hoof started rubbing faster, feeling the heat begin to become stronger. That was always the first sign. Apple Bloom decided to change up her rubbing from up and down to slow circles over what felt to her like lips, feeling the growing pleasure spike.
She wanted to close her legs. It was scary, because the more Apple Bloom rubbed herself, the better it felt, and the less she wanted to stop. Despite having a whole list of reasons why she should not have been doing this, the longer it went on, the more those reasons became less and less important. That was always the second sign. Knowing better did not seem to matter to her body’s needs. Apple Bloom started breathing a little faster, lifting her head up to look down at herself.
Of course, there was nothing for her to see to make her feel ashamed.
Smiling slightly, Apple Bloom rubbed harder. Just a little. Just enough, according to her body.
This is… masturbation?
The word still felt weird and ugly to think of, let alone say aloud. Apple Bloom reminded herself that, according to Dinky, this was also how two mares had sex. She thought about what it would be like to rub her hoof in circles between the hind legs of another mare.
Scootaloo once again came to mind.
This is what Rainbow Dash is doin’ to Scootaloo.
That idea was hard to imagine. Rainbow’s hoof would have to be bigger than Scootaloo’s, bigger than Apple Blooms hoof for sure. It would cover her more, rub over herself completely, maybe even constantly touching—
Another moan jumped out from between Apple Bloom’s lips as she rubbed over that certain area again. The sensation made her pull her hoof back once more.
Though her body was still invisible, Apple Bloom could see a thin string of wetness held in midair, moving a little in time with her hoof before it snapped off.
It was the third and last sign for Apple Bloom, and it would always be around this time that she would make herself quit. She did not understand why that area would get, in her mind, slimy. A strange musk would start to make its presence known soon. Apple Bloom never went much farther than that.
This time, Apple Bloom would not stop.
She gingerly brought her hoof back down onto herself, spreading some of the wetness that had formed seemingly on nothing. The downy fur around her marehood felt matted down as she spread the growing wetness on her more. Her hoof slid over herself easier, making the pleasure under her start build. She was getting slippery, and there was no longer any denying the obvious truth.
“This feels really good…”
Saying the words aloud made the butterflies in Apple Bloom’s stomach storm inside her. It did feel good, like being in Scootaloo’s wagon as it went down a steep hill, her stomach rising up to her chest.
It was then that she felt herself squeeze under her hoof. She had not meant to do that, and she was not sure how she had even managed it.
Is it… winkin’?
Apple Bloom’s hoof went back to rubbing up and down. She remembered Dinky mentioning that Rainbow Dash had asked Scootaloo if she had been winking. At the time, it had sounded like nonsense to Apple Bloom. Now, like so many other things, she began to understand what was happening to her.
Ah don’t think ah can stop this time…
As her hoof moved, her hips began to do the same. She pushed back against the pressure of her hoof, feeling her juices start to leak out from her slit and run under her bottom. Apple Bloom made a sigh of happiness, catching whiff of the musk she was making. It was not that bad at all.
Boldly, Apple Bloom rubbed faster. The little bump she had touched before throbbed, but she held back from touching it directly. It was too intense to handle, and she had no desire to break away from the slow build of excitement inside her. Her breathing became heavier.
A little grunt escaped her mouth when she pushed on her hoof, just as her hoof pushed back. The more pressure on her, the better she seemed to feel. She could see Scootaloo making time to do this as much as she could with Rainbow Dash. She could even see Sweetie Belle doing this with her smooth, polished hooves.
Those thoughts stuck with Apple Bloom as the minutes passed. Images of her friends replaced with herself in various situations, from kissing with tongues to touching with hooves. She focused on those fantasies, so much so that Apple Bloom never noticed when Dinky’s spell wore off, leaving her body fully displayed for the world to see.
When she did look away from the ceiling, she could only blush deeper than she already was at the sight of her blossoming marehood. She was winking noticeably now, so wet that she seemed to shine a little from the sunlight outside.
It was an amazing sight for Scootaloo and Dinky to walk in on when they entered the clubhouse at that moment.