Chapter 34

Carousel Boutique, Ponyville

Sweetie was so busy screaming into her pillow that she failed to notice Nazeem’s entrance into her room. The slate grey coated colt quietly placed his knapsack onto the floor next to her bed. He paused for a moment, utterly dumbstruck as to what he should do. The bubbly filly he met earlier was busy screaming into her pillow and clearly upset about something. Even for one as socially inept as himself, Nazeem knew that he should at least try to comfort the young filly.

The colt climbed on top of the bed next to Sweetie and rubbed her back with his hoof, as his mother had often done for him when he was upset. At first Sweetie didn’t seem to notice, but as soon as he applied a bit more pressure she jumped in surprise, nearly bucking him in the teeth. Nazeem retracted his hoof and backed away towards the edge of the bed, feeling as though he made a big mistake. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he lowered his ears and offered Sweetie an apologetic glance.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you. You looked upset and I just wanted to…try and offer you a gesture of comfort. Clearly, you were uncomfortable with my efforts…so I won’t do it again.”

Sweetie’s ears flattened. “I-it’s ok. I wasn’t paying attention. A-and just for the record…I didn’t mind it, I was just a bit surprised is all.”

“Oh, that’s a relief. I was afraid that I had upset you even further. Pardon me if this sounds a bit invasive, but what were you so upset about?”

“I…umm…it isn’t something I can discuss. NOT…that I don’t think you wouldn’t listen, but it’s not something I can talk about with you. It’s a personal thing. You understand, right?”

Nazeem nodded. “Of course, everypony is entitled to a certain degree of privacy.”

“Thanks. So…what exactly are you doing in my room anyway?”

“Did your sister not inform you? I am to be staying in your room for the duration of my visit.”

“WHAT?!”

“I will be sleeping on a spare cot, so there’s no need to worry about sharing your bed.”

Sweetie bit her lip. “Oh no no no! This isn’t good! Stupid Rarity! She thinks I’m still some innocent little foal who never thinks about…”

“Is there a problem? If my presence bothers you that much, I’d be more than happy to relocate downstairs.”

“Ughhh…I didn’t mean it like that! You being here does bother me a little, but not because you’re ugly or annoying or anything like that. It’s more like I’m frustrated because my sister just decided that you’d stay in my room without even asking me what I thought about it first.”

“I see. Does this mean that you and your sister have a strained relationship?”

Sweetie sighed. “Well…sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love Rarity. But sometimes she treats me like I’m still a foal and makes decisions for me as if I’m not old enough to make them on my own. It’s really frustrating ya know?”

“I suppose it could be, but perhaps it is simply her way of looking out for your well-being.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”

“Other than reading, no. Why do you ask?”

Sweetie twiddled her hooves. “I…umm…w-well I was wondering if you wanted to go have some fun with me—errr…go do something fun. YES, doing something fun…THAT’S WHAT I MEANT! And not just with me because that would be kind of like a date and…MY FRIENDS WILL COME ALONG TOO! So yeah…it’ll be like a group thing. Are you interested?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Yay! I mean…that’s cool.”

Sweetie let out a nervous puff of breath she had been holding in. She was relieved for two reasons: First of all, by some miracle, she managed to have a relatively normal (if a bit awkward) conversation with Nazeem without clamming up. Secondly, it appeared that the colt didn’t seem to notice (or at least acknowledge) that she was having a particularly intense heat session.

The promise of hanging out with her friends served as distraction from her discomfort, even if it didn’t make her able to forget about it completely. Still…at some point she’d have to ask somepony for advice on how exactly to make it go away that didn’t involve phallus shaped produce or, Celestia forbid, an actual colt!

As she followed Nazeem down the stairs, her train of thought began to wonder back into the gutter. She couldn’t help but stare at Nazeem’s tail as it swished back and forth while he trotted, silently wishing that it would tilt just enough so that she could take a peek at his…NO stop it Sweetie! You’ve only just met him. He’s a colt, not a piece of cake! But what a piece of cake he is. Uggghhh! Stupid brain! Just keep it together. You can do this.

Sweetie’s reverie was broken when she saw Rarity chatting with Scoots and Bloom near the front door. She was equal parts amused and dumbfounded by the sheer coincidence of their impromptu visit. Rarity must have heard her sister’s approach because she shifted her attention from the other crusaders and motioned for Sweetie to come over.

“Ah there you are Sweetie! What impeccable timing you have. I was just about to call for you. It seems that your friends came over to take you out crusading, as it were. Oh and perhaps you could include Nazeem as well?”

Sweetie offered her a nervous grin. “Yeah…I already invited him.”

“Good. Well, have fun darling and be sure to come back by dinner.”

“Right. See ya later sis.”

The trio of teenage fillies plus one colt made their way towards the center of Ponyville, wondering what exactly to do because their visit was entirely spur of the moment. Ever the impatient one, Scootaloo broke the awkward silence by stomping her hooves on the ground.

“Why aren’t we doing anything? This is your fault Apple Bloom. You said that we were gonna do something fun! So what gives?”

AB rubbed the back of her neck. “We still can Scoots. Ah just thought we’d come up with somethin’ on the fly. And why don’t ya tone it down it bit? We got ourselves a guest and ya certainly ain’t leavin’ a real great first impression.”

“Pssht, yeah yeah. I gotcha. So…what’s your name, new guy?”

“My name is Nazeem and I am visiting from Saddle Arabia. A pleasure to meet you.”

“The name’s Scootaloo. But you can call me Scoots if you want. The yellow filly next to Sweetie is Apple Bloom, in case you were wondering.”

“Again, it is my pleasure to meet the both of you. I hope that we may become good friends.”

AB shook his hoof. “Ah reckon we will. I’ve gotta ask, how is it ya know Sweetie already?”

“Her sister, Ms. Rarity, agreed to allow me to stay with them for the time being. I do not know exactly how long I shall remain here, but I suspect it shall be for quite some time.”

A smug grin spread across Scootaloo’s lips. “Oh? That’s certainly interesting.”

“Mhmm. I’ll say. It ain’t every day that a colt from an exotic far-away land comes and stays with ya.”

Sweetie had known AB and Scoots long enough to know the game they were playing. While they were far from the flirting type, both fillies knew a handsome colt when they saw one. They also knew exactly how to tease a certain unicorn friend of theirs about her newest house-mate. Because everypony knew exactly what went on when a filly and colt (who weren’t related you perverts!) at that age, lived under the same roof. Seeing her friends’ evil grins, a very flustered Sweetie jumped in front of Nazeem and waved her hooves in the air.

“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT! I SWEAR!”

“It ain’t like what, Sweetie? I’m afraid ah have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

Sweetie mumbled. “W-we aren’t dating or anything…”

“Seriously Sweets, I don’t think I quite caught what you said. You’re gonna have to talk a little louder.”

Noticing the look of increasing curiosity on Nazeem’s face, Sweetie quickly dragged her friends over to a nearby tree, but not before apologizing to the poor colt that she needed to speak with them in private for a few moments. The grin on AB and Scootaloo’s faces began to morph more into a frown when they noticed how frazzled Sweetie’s appearance truly was. With a heavy blush on painted upon her muzzle, she spoke to her friends in a hushed tone.

“Girls, I have a really serious problem. It’s hard enough dealing with it…without you guys teasing me constantly!”

Apple Bloom patted her on the back. “Oh…we’re real sorry Sweetie. We’ll stop if it’s botherin’ you so much.”

“If I’m gonna stop, you’ve gotta at least spill the beans. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know if I can. You’ll laugh at me…”

Scootaloo snorted. “We won’t laugh, I promise. Don’t you trust us?”

“I do, really I do! But it’s just so…embarrassing.”

“Even so, we’re here ta help you Sweetie.”

“O-ok. I’m going through an EXTREMELY intense heat right now. And it doesn’t help that a cute stallion just so happens to be staying in MY house while it’s happening. It’s driving me insane!”

Both fillies shot their friend a sympathetic glance, knowing all too well the burdens of estrus. The three of them first started experiencing their heat cycles around a year ago, more or less at the same time. Luckily for both AB and Scoots, they had sisters who were honest about the whole affair and taught them how to deal with it.

Sweetie, however, wasn’t so lucky. She loved Rarity unconditionally, but her sister was a mare who never liked to discuss such “uncouth” things. What worsened the problem was that the fashionista always saw her little sister more as foal, rather than a filly blossoming into marehood. This led to Sweetie thinking that despite how good it might feel to find relief through “self-satisfaction”, it would ultimately be far too mortifying for her sister to find out that she was doing such a thing.

Scootaloo rubbed her chin. “Well, I have to admit that he’s pretty cute. You’ve got it rough Sweets.”

“Exactly! B-but I’m not sure if I really like him or it’s just the hormones talking.”

“It ain’t likely that you’ve fallen in love with ‘im yet, considerin’ that you’ve just met. Ah reckon it’s pretty obvious that you’ve taken a likin’ to ‘im though. But…we can’t ignore that fact that you’re in heat too. It’s probably a combination o’ both.”

Sweetie groaned. “Even so, I can’t just ask him to rut me. That’s wrong!”

“Sweets, what did I tell you about clopping? Just grab a carrot, go into the bathroom and don’t stop until you can’t feel your legs. It’s what I do and it seems to work just fine.”

“I don’t think I can do that. I-it’s too embarrassing!”

“Why is it embarrassing? All mares clop, heck I bet even Bloom does too!”

AB blushed. “T-this ain’t about me. But ah know sure as sugar that you should ask your sister for some help Sweetie. Ah know she’ll understand.”

“I can’t do that either! She’s really uncomfortable talking about sex stuff. A-and I know that she’ll just brush it under the rug and chalk it up to me being a silly little filly. Plus, I’d die of embarrassment…”

“Jeez, you’re making this waaaay more difficult than it needs to be.”

AB bonked Scootaloo on the head. “Stop it. Sweetie ain’t like the both of us and we have ta respect that. Now, that bein’ said I’ve got an idea but you probably aren’t gonna like it.”

“What? I’ll take any suggestion I can get at this point.”

“Well, there is somepony who’s ummm…uniquely qualified ta help you. In fact, she lives here in Ponyville.”

“Who is it? Tell me!”

“Molly.”

Sweetie groaned. “Really? You can’t be serious…”

“Ah said she was qualified, not that you’d actually like seein’ her. Ah mean she is kind ‘o like Celestia, so maybe she could help you out. She’s also a might perverted but…that doesn’t make her a bad pony.”

“Fine. I guess I don’t really have much of a choice. But I promised Nazeem that we’d do something today. What are you guys gonna do without me?”

Scootaloo grinned. “I have an idea. After we were supposed to be done crusading, I was planning on going to the dojo to practice some more of my Krav Pega exercises. We could make it a group exercise instead! Nazeem looks like a fit pony and I know you are Bloom. So how ‘bout it?”

“Ah guess so. It can’t hurt ta get some more exercise. We’ll ummm…come over ta the library in about an hour or so. How’s that sound Sweetie?”

“It’ll have to do for now. Please, give my apologies to Nazeem and tell him that we’ll do something later.”

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Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville

Molestia happily swished her hips back and forth as she levitated a cake pan into the oven. Her earlier depressive and moody state was but a distant memory, thanks in no small part to Dusk and his not so small “part” for cheering her up. As was often the case after a rigorous bout of coitus, the alicorn found that she was positively famished. Considering that she was once part of Celestia and the solar monarch had a penchant for baked goods, by association, she too enjoyed them as well. By her logic, what better food was there to satisfy the rumblies in her tummy?

While the cake began its delicious transformation from goopy batter to fluffy slice of heaven, she busied herself by preparing the icing. Not many ponies appreciated (except bakers and Pinkie Pie) the fact that an entire cake could be ruined just by the icing alone. IT HAD TO BE PERFECT! There was no excuse. It was also very important to choose the correct flavor of icing as well. It simply wouldn’t do to put plain old vanilla icing on a plain vanilla cake! Considering that this was to be a chocolate cake, Molly decided to top it with her favorite icing: buttercream.

Had she been feeling frisky, one of two things might have occurred. One: She’d have forgone baking the actual cake entirely, to cover her lithe form in icing, allowing Dusk to enjoy a “Molly Cake”. Two: She’d have baked a massive cake only to hide herself inside, then pop out, allowing Dusk to enjoy a “Molly covered in cake”. Both options were certainly messy, but definitely sexy. But…today was not that day. She simply wanted to eat cake. As she continued to stir the icing, her ears perked up when she heard a soft knock at the door.

Dusk smiled as he opened the door. “Oh, hello Sweetie! What can I do for you? Do you need any books to help earn your cutie mark? I’ve got some on dress making, bungee jumping, singing and even potion making! So, what’ll it be?"

“Thanks for the offer Dusk, but I’m not here for books or my cutie mark.”

“You’re…not?”

“No. I’m actually here to see Molly.”

“Well ok. That’s a bit weird but might I ask why?”

“I’m sorry but no you can’t. It’s a mare thing.”

Dusk’s eyes widened. “Oh…OH! Then by all means, go ahead and speak with her. I’ll just go up to my room to give you girls some privacy. But…umm if you should need anything don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Noticing that a certain unicorn filly needed her help, Molly finished mixing the icing and set the oven to turn off once the cake was done baking. She didn’t want it to burn, after all. Once Dusk was well out of sight she trotted over to Sweetie and gave her a gentle wing hug. The filly hesitated for a second but returned the gesture with a light nuzzle.

“Hello my dear, how might I be able to assist you?”

Sweetie let out a heavy sigh. “I’m having a really intense heat right now. I was…kind of wondering if you might be able to help me umm…relieve it.”

“Ah, so you’re at that awkward age when a filly starts to become a mare. Correct me if I’m wrong my dear, but don’t you have a sister to discuss such issues with?”

“Yeah but she’s not the best pony to talk to about…heat and stuff.”

“Very well. But I sense you’re not telling me something. If you want my help, it’s in your best interest to be completely honest with me.”

Sweetie blushed. “T-there’s a colt that’s staying at the boutique. He came back with Rarity and Nightwing and he’ll probably be with us for a while. And…he’s sleeping in my room.”

“OH MY WORD! That is sooooo adorable! You totally have a crush on him, don’t you dear? No wonder it’s so hard for you. Why, I know I’d go insane if a perfectly hunky colt was sleeping next to me while I my loins begged to be filled with his…”

“Ok, ok! Just stop! I get the idea. I didn’t seek your advice just to get teased. Are you going to help me or not?”

Molly giggled. “Of course dear, I’m sorry for upsetting you. I couldn’t help myself. Judging by your reaction, you don’t want to have sex with him right? Because that would be the simplest solution…next to masturbation, of course.”

“I…don’t…well maybe at some point. But not right now! I barely know him a-and I want my first time to be with my special somepony. Is that really so weird?”

Molly nuzzled her cheek. “No it isn’t. You’re perfectly normal, Sweetie. In fact, I think you’re very mature for looking at it that way. Who knows? Maybe this colt might develop some feelings for you as well. For now though, I think it would be prudent to focus on teaching you how to pleasure yourself, as opposed to others.”

“Y-you mean right NOW!?”

“Why yes. Don’t worry; I’m not going to be doing anything to you at all. Just instructing. And I’ll sound proof and seal off this section of the library so we don’t run into any unwanted intruders. I want to make this as comfortable for you as possible but you’re going to have to get over your nervousness. You can trust me, Sweetie. Whatever happens in this room stays here. I promise.”

When Sweetie nodded in agreement, she saw Molly disappear for a moment in a bright flash of fuchsia colored magic. The alicorn reappeared a few seconds later garbed in an Equestrian army dress uniform with her mane tied in a tight bun and a pair of thin black reading glasses perched on her muzzle. Next to her was a large cardboard box that Sweetie could only begin to guess as to what was contained within. Molly cleared her throat and levitated a riding crop out of the box, making Sweetie jump in surprise when she cracked it against the floor.

♫ Let’s get down to business! ♫

♫ To defeat…YOUR HEAT! ♫

♫ Did they send me fillies? ♫

♫ When I asked…FOR MARES! ♫

♫ You’re the most prudish young’un I ever met ♫

♫ But you can bet before we’re through ♫

♫ Sister, I’ll make a mare ♫

♫ Out of you ♫

♫ Awkward as a penguin ♫

♫ But on fire within ♫

♫ Once you rub your center ♫

♫ You are sure to WIN! ♫

♫ You’re a spineless, pale pathetic tot ♫

♫ And you haven’t got a clue ♫

♫ Somehow I’ll make a mare ♫

♫ OUT OF YOU! ♫

Author's Notes:

"Krav Pega" is based off an Israeli martial art called Krav Maga, just in case anyone was wondering.