No, seriously.

Apple Bloom stared out her window at the sunny summer skies overhead. The showers planned for afternoon hadn’t even been set up, and the day looked bright and ripe for the taking. But not only was she grounded to her room, but they even cleared out the hay bales beneath her window. Apple Bloom was well and truly stuck, and she couldn’t even find out what was happening to her friends, or get word out to them.

She wasn’t unfamiliar with trouble. The smart little filly had got herself in a lot of scrapes in the past, some of which made her family so mad. It never brought up such conflicting feelings in her before though. As much as she loved and respected her family, just the thought of getting in a vagina made her want to disobey them. Sweetie and Scootaloo had made a sandwich with their pussies. That was‒ it was hotter than Apple Bloom could have ever dreamed! Mac must have a good reason for keeping her in, and Granny for going along with it, and AJ avoiding Apple Bloom like she had the pony pox. It would have been fine if Apple Bloom wanted to disobey, just because they wouldn’t tell her the reason. What scared Apple Bloom is, she wasn’t sure she even cared what the reason is. She’d want to disobey no matter what the reason is!

“Why can’t I do what the grownups say?” Apple Bloom sighed, leaning on the windowsill. “I’m in more trouble than I ever been before. My family loves me, keeps me safe! Don’t I care about that anymore?”

“What am I doing?” she asked the shining green leaves glowing in the sun. “What am I feeling?” she asked as they ruffled gently in the breeze. “I want it so bad it’s got me reeling,” she sighed down to the sussurating fields of grass. “Wondering how to get more, wanting to be free, how much of this is for what they need... and how much of it’s for me?”

Nothing outside had any answer for her. Plants and earth made lovely companions, but bad advisors. Her siblings were off doing double duty, because of the days Applejack had missed, and Granny had to do all of Apple Bloom’s chores since she was grounded. She felt worse about that than just being grounded. Apple Bloom turned from the window and walked inside, kicking a ball out of the way and sitting on the floor looking down at it. She just didn’t understand why she was in trouble. The only pony that objected to anything Apple Bloom done did, was an evil little filly with a crown on her head.

Apple Bloom started thinking fondly about what she did, looking up as the scenes played back in her head, like a parade of fillies one after the other. “Scoots was dripping on my dick,” she gushed, “Sweetie was so soft and slick, Archer didn’t know the trick, and Aura, burnin to the very core!”

“Liza wanted me so bad,” Bloom sang fondly, remembering how the unicorn was so intent on it that she practically dragged Apple Bloom off to a hidden location to do it. Funny that she’d be weirded out by doing it in public, but when Apple Bloom thought on it the other fillies had only ever been private about it, so maybe that was natural.

“Dinky was just so scared and sad,” she laughed, remembering how Dinky’s fear and tension had all melted away with that miraculous boy stuff, how Apple Bloom had helped her so much without even needing to say a single word. It was so easy, felt so good, and seemed to do everyone right. It didn’t last forever, but it swept away estrus better than any tea could.

“And Scoots and Sweetie, they wanted more!” she declared, happily. Thinking about it that way, it didn’t seem so bad that estrus would come back. That meant you could put boy stuff in lots more, which made you feel so good together, and it was kind of thrilling being on the edge of such powerful physiological experiences. That was really the problem though, at least that was the reason Apple Bloom was in so much trouble, and about ready to tear down the house, to just get inside a filly once more.

“But every time I put it in,” she said with a confused frown, “I felt like I never felt before.
Wanted just as much as they, to fill them up just more and more.”

The bow hanging on a hook on the wall seemed to glower down at her, as Apple Bloom sang, “I’m disobeyin’ all my kin, I’m worrying Miss Cheerilee, but I just can’t care what they say. I want this more than they can see.”

“What am I doing, and just what am I feeling?” she repeated, “Don’t know why I want it, but it’s so appealin’!” She stood up, her hips quivering at the thought of just how appealing it was. “Leaves me wondering how to get more,” she said hungrily, “How to get out, to be free. I care about what fillies need, but also what it does to me!”

“I love being with my friends,” she purred, the carpet soft beneath her unshod hooves, “Dick or not, their company is good. But now I want their vaginas too, and I just don’t know if I should.” Scootaloo sinking on her shaft was filling her head, Sweetie orgasming and begging Apple Bloom to do it, but even if she hadn’t asked, wouldn’t Apple Bloom have done it anyway? Felt like it didn’t even matter that it helped fillies, long as Apple Bloom got to pump it into them.

“Friendship’s so much stronger, when you know what’s inside their hips,” she admitted, “But is that being friends with them? Or friends with just their vulval lips? Using them to get what I want, and I admit they’re using me. But why do we all need this so bad?!”

She kicked at her bedpost, snorting, and deflating a bit, singing in a softer voice, “That who we are is low priority? What am I doing? What am I feeling...”

“Apple Bloom!” came Sweetie Belle’s bright peal. Apple Bloom rushed to her window where, incredibly, Sweetie Belle was right there looking at her nose to nose. A second glance revealed a struggling grey pegasus filly with a purple streaked mane holding Sweetie up in the air.

“Sweet‒” Apple Bloom whispered harshly, “I mean, what are you two doing here?”

“We need your help!” Sweetie said.

“I can’t!” Apple Bloom said back, “I’m grounded!” She reached out and pulled Sweetie closer to her, supporting her delicate weight so Tornado didn’t look like she was going to bust a coronary trying to support two ponies on immature wings.

“The colts are scared they don’t believe me!” Sweetie sang unconcerned with what Apple Bloom was doing. “You need to show them how it’s done,” she insisted, “They say it’s just too many fillies.
We need you, not any other one!”

The grey filly cut in with a hearty confident sounding voice, though what she said was as alarmed as her panicked expression, “Featherwight made lots of stuff, but wasted it on Rumble’s mouth! Three fillies left and just two colts. Things are really going south!”

“O.K. O.K.” Apple Bloom said, “Just... put Sweetie down and give me a lift down will ya?”

The grey filly had a heady blush as she reached out her hooves to carry Apple Bloom, her sparkling green eyes filled with longing. “I-I’m Tornado Bolt,” she said almost as if in explanation, then gulped and just hauled Apple Bloom right out the window. “Tornado” soon found just how much more earth pony colts weighed than svelte little unicorn fillies, but thankfully their descent was mostly controlled. Apple Bloom started running after Sweetie soon as she touched ground, saying

“Come on, let’s go!”

“We don’t know what we’re doing,” they sang as they hurried to the clubhouse by hoof, wary of any other ponies in the orchard, “We don’t know that we’re feeling. Want so much it leaves us reeling.” The trees flashed by as the clubhouse came into view. Why they were hurrying didn’t even seem a question. Two colts, three fillies, it was a recipe for disaster. Then again one of the fillies in heat was running alongside Apple Bloom, smart choice for Sweetie to bring her along.

“You can show us so much more,” Tornado sang, “Out of heat, how to be free!”

“But how much of this is all for them,” Apple Bloom sang to herself morosely, “And how much of this is for me?”

Rumble braced against the door, the broomstick between the handles holding it closed. Muted thumps rocked him, Featherweight and Shady, and a number of bizarre odds and ends like a pony sized plush teddy bear, a stack of paint buckets, a rubber chicken, a three gallon sized bottle of mane dye, a bicycle, a box full of dresses, and stuff like that. It all shook along with them in muted thumps as something hit the door from outside the tiny closet in which they huddled together.

“This might for us just be the end,” Rumble claimed despondently.
“What fools we were to come this far,” Shady agreed, a sad look upon his soft blue face.
“I just want you to know you’re my friend,” Rumble sang, drawing Shady into a hug.
“And you I always did admire,” sang Shady, patting him warmly on the back.
“At least we won’t be facing this alone,” Rumble sang in relief.
Sandwiched between them, Featherweight just managed to say, “I’m surrounded by drama queens,” with a grimace of disgust on his face.

Tornado burst in first, mostly because she could immediately fly up to the clubhouse. “What are you doing girls?!” she said alarmedly. The blue gold Archer, and a magenta and pink unicorn Apple Bloom knew as Berry Pinch were in there, hurling themselves against a closet in the side of the clubhouse, while Scootaloo tried futilely to drag them away from it, getting thrown around for her effort. The boys were nowhere to be seen.

“They won’t come out!” the two of them exclaimed, “The closet’s stuck!”

“They’re crazy with the need to buck!” added Scootaloo in aghast terror if that was a possible emotion to have.

“You were supposed to wait!” shouted Tornado.

“I can’t stand straight!” Archer moaned.

“My groin’s so hot!” Berry cried.

“They smell so good...” Archer huffed.

Both of them leaned forward into Tornado’s face at once, saying, “We simply could not wait!”

“Well settle down, you two,” sang Sweetie standing in the door heroically like the sun’s radiance was shining around her, “‘cause you’re in luck!”

That’s when they saw Apple Bloom peek around behind Sweetie, creeping nervously into the clubhouse.

“What are we doing?” Berry sang, looking at the unreleting closet achingly.
“What is this feeling?” Archer said, holding a hoof against her chest.
“We can’t we stand still,” the two of them sang to Apple Bloom, “Our heads are reeling,”

They approached her as one, and Tornado didn’t seem far behind, the three of them clustering around her just like the fillies at the playground.

“Oh please say how we can have more,” Archer begged, her tail whipping agitatedly.
“Make the empty feeling stop!” Berry demanded, her horn looking dangerous, and not just for the irregular magic sparks shooting off it.
“We know you colts don’t need it but...” Tornado sang, addressing Apple Bloom, technically correctly. And all of them finished at once, saying,

“We need you to help us clop!”

Apple Bloom shoved Archer and Tornado away, sideswiping Berry with her hips to get some distance. “I know you girls need help, but look!” she sang in a desperate intensity, “They can’t help if you scare them too!” She pointed a hoof to Archer who was... presenting for her, but it made a good example. “You’re the ones who got a nook,” Apple Bloom explained, “You gotta let them come to you.”

She looked at the closet, singing honestly, “I promise they won’t leave you out. Let me talk to the boys, and show them what it’s all about.”

“But I want‒” Tornado protested. Apple Bloom interrupted her saying,

“Ah know! Ah know!” She ran over to the closet, peering in the slats where you could just barely see a few shadowed bodies huddled within.

“Rumble, Shady, Featherweight!” she announced, beating on the door with a hoof. “I ain’t gonna lie to you, these fillies in a fiery state, but I promise at the end it cools.”

“It’s what they need,” she urged, “It’s what you need! So come on out and don’t be fools.”

“We don’t know what to do,” came their muffled voices from inside the closet. “About this scary feeling. Why do they want it? Our senses are reeling!”

“Once inside them, you will want more,” Apple Bloom declared, half for her own confidence as much as theirs. “It’s lots of fun for them and you,” she sang, “They’re not just using you for greed, because what you do will help you too!”

But for her efforts, all she got were some frightened warbling. She facehooved, ugh, boys are just impossible. She looked at the three fillies in heat, who were trying to reach her now, around Sweetie and Scootaloo who had placed themselves in the way to hold them off. Thank Celestia Apple Bloom had orgasmed in her friends yesterday, or they’d be holding themselves back too!

But O.K. Alright. Apple Bloom could deal with this. “Thanks you two,” she whispered, before charging around all five of them to the opposite end of the clubhouse. Tornado, Archer and Berry turned around together just as Apple Bloom flopped on her back, leaning against the wall with a beanbag underneath her.

“Well fine, stay in there if you’re chicken,” she sang mockingly at the closet, ignoring that look the fillies gave as they walked towards her as if in a trance. “I’ll distract ‘em all myself today,” she bargained desperately, looking the girls in the eye and spreading her legs challengingly.

“Come on all three of you get lickin’” she sang, and amazingly the thought of that made two of them hesitate, so she added “When you get a whiff you’ll wanna stay. The boys can watch until they thicken.”

Apple Bloom was quickly surrounded by the three fillies. Scoots and Sweetie, not knowing what Apple Bloom was trying to do, were just hovering worriedly. With her gentle guidance, Apple Bloom managed to get Archer to give her balls an experimental lick, and then a confident lick, and that pretty much opened the floodgates, because Tornado and Archer were pushing against themselves fighting to slobber their tongues all over Apple Bloom’s sack, and Apple Bloom had to bite back a moan as Berry went right for the gold tonguing the entrance to Apple Bloom’s sheath, her lips pressing hotly against her. Apple Bloom’s penis slid out almost immediately, drawing the attention of those three like a siren call.

Archer lifted it from Apple Bloom’s groin with a hoof where it dangled, growing fuller and stiffer with every beat of Apple Bloom’s heart. “It’s so awesome!” she declared. Berry was nuzzling it and just started deliriously rubbing her face all over it. “It’s amazing!” she declared. Tornado just looked with huge eyes at what the two of them were doing, her breath hot on Apple Bloom’s dick and her tongue teasing towards it needily as she swallowed, “Never have I wanted more.”

“I want it in me,” Archer declared, backing her head off as the other two engaged their tongues on every inch of Apple Bloom. “When does the heat end?” begged Berry needily, hugging against Apple Bloom and rubbing a hoof between her legs frantically.

“Please,” Tornado sang, her attention captured totally by what had extended from Apple Bloom’s groin, “Tell us what’s in store!”

It was around that time Archer came back into the fray, hind-end first. Her buttcheeks smooshed softly against Apple Bloom’s turgid flesh, as Berry’s tongue came to contest with the slick hotness of Archer’s vulva, eagerly seeking the tip of Apple Bloom’s penis to plunge her inside. If Berry gave any indication she cared, it was lost on the aroused Apple Bloom. It was a monumental effort on Apple Bloom’s part, not to just let Archer get what she wanted, and mess everything up for the rest of them.

“I just gotta hold out till they come,” Apple Bloom sang to herself, biting her lip and straining not to explode from the feelings just from this. She wanted to orgasm‒ she wanted to orgasm outside and see her own penis making the stuff. That would be so bucking hot, but she couldn’t waste it, not with all three of those fillies mind blowingly horny. She spared a glance at the closet, singing, “Surely they can’t ignore this smell. My penis is so hard it hurts. I hope that theirs is hard as well.”

The fillies distracted, the closet door had been just barely cracked open.

“What are they doing?” asked Rumble, his head peeking around the door staring open mouthed at what those fillies were doing to Apple Bloom.

“They’re licking him,” answered Shady, as if he didn’t comprehend what he was seeing either, his head coming out underneath Rumble’s. “Just like Rumble and Featherweight!” he added as Featherweight’s head came around above both of them.

“More than one pony looks great!” Featherweight said enthusiastically.

“It looks amazing,” Rumble said with a bit of drool on his lips.

“Quit kicking me,” Shady cautioned, then added in shock, “The blue one’s using her butt!”

“I don’t think that was Rumble’s hoof,” Featherweight said cryptically, looking away from the girls to between the three of them.

Shady immediately understood what Featherweight meant, as his own penis was ready and twitching. He slid a hoof between his legs to cradle it, suggesting, “Mine is going to hit the roof!”

“Okay boys, I’ll tell you what!” came Apple Bloom’s strangled voice, the beset colt fighting not to buck against the fillies pinning him to the ground. “You’ll just love what I am feeling,” he sang, “See you want it so bad, It’ll leave you totally reeling.”

His eyes were desperate when he sang, “Please, your help, you need to bring. I don’t know how much I can take! I need you to use those dicks!” he shot a hoof at the groin of one of three of them. “These fillies’ appetites, to slake,” he said his hoof trembling and cradling around Tornado’s head while the other hoof braced against Archer’s rear end, shoving her away.

Tornado couldn’t even hold back a little as the colt’s scent invaded her senses, the overpowering smell strongest near his groin just driving her to to do something with that dick, but what little thought she had was concerned. “How much of this is what he needs?” she thought.

And even Archer, timid Archer moaning and insistently shoving her hips back to get her labia to contact that phallus, she was thinking, “How much of this is all for me?”

Despite her best efforts, Apple Bloom’s tip was caught in Archer’s entrance, and the pony tried to push her all the way inside, but with another desperate shove Apple Bloom was free again, shouting, “Alright girls, that’s enough!”

“Come on Archer, before I go inside,” she pleaded, hoping the front side of the pony bombarding her with heady musky cunt could still hear her.

“Back off,” she chided, pushing Berry’s face away from her balls, and shoving Tornado in the chest so forcefully it made the pony stumble back. “No licking!” Apple Bloom said. They looked ready to burst into tears in protest but she added, “Too bad! Tough!” Standing up and shielding her twitching cock underneath her body, Apple Bloom spun her hoof around, pointing behind the three of them, saying “Go lick those penises, behind.”

Featherweight actually stayed in the closet, which was probably a smart idea considering those three girls bowled over the other two colts before you could say gee whillickers, and to keep those two colts from trying once again to flee, Apple Bloom sang,

“They’re gonna come at you, boys. But just close your eyes and think of Prance. Those tongues hit home they’ll change your tune, and that’s when you can really dance.”

Archer oddly didn’t continue to try penetrating herself with them, and just buried her face in the nearest groin, namely Shady’s. Tornado and Berry both went straight for Rumble’s stiffly erect cock, Berry enthusiastically tonguing it as well, and Tornado hesitating before joining in too.

Sweetie Belle started pulling out her sister’s fabric that she so handily pilfered, though it was more like some sort of resin sheeting, with bumps on the bottom that could grip nicely to the wood. Not that it was going to do much good if the boys went and orgasmed now. Apple Bloom still hadn’t confirmed if that would make boy stuff if it was outside of a filly. Nor was she going to, because these three needed it bad, even Archer who’d already had boy stuff was quivering from her belly down, long past time for her to get a refill.

It almost looked painful from here, the expressions those boys were making. But Apple Bloom knew how it felt, and she knew why you’d make that expression without being in pain. It was kinda weird looking though, when you weren’t the one doing it. She looked for an opening in which she could get a word in to get them back on track. All five of them were all in the middle of moaning and panting, and then they all scrambled back in shock as Berry managed to orgasm, shouting out loudly and collapsing against Rumble’s groin, her body jerking there senselessly.

Yeah that was probably the last chance Apple Bloom was going to get to interject. They had to do this right.

“It’s time to stop with all the teasing,” she sang, strutting around them in a critical poise, “Get that estrus good and stilled. These colts have dicks you will be seizing, these hot filly holes to be filled.” There was the sound of a camera. Oh, right. Looks like he brought it with him after all. She had their attention though, so she continued to sing earnestly.

“Estrus is what you’re doing,” she sang, “Heat is what you’re feeling. You want what feels good! You want what leaves you reeling.” Tornado and Archer seemed confused which direction to pounce when Apple Bloom laid hooves on their shoulders. “If you colts and fillies want to be free,” she concluded, “Think of what you both need, and back it up, listen to me.”

Somehow, despite their needs, and their flushed, hot panting faces, Apple Bloom managed to get all the fillies lined up on the wall. Berry was having the hardest time of it, practically shaking from horniness, as she’d gone and orgasmed. So Apple Bloom made her instructions as curt as possible. Pacing in front of them, she felt like some kind of drill instructor, if you could imagine a drill instructor who wasn’t a mare.

“Alright, you got a taste, but here’s the trick. I need each filly to pair off with one colt. It’ll be more than enough to end your heat, I promise. Now Featherweight is uh...” she looked at the closet, where he’d exited. He was still quite flacid though. Seemed more interested in photo opportunities than boy stuff, “...tapped out, so one of you is gonna get saddled with me.”

Three hooves shot up eagerly.

Apple Bloom shook her head, saying “Keep in mind whoever gets me is gonna have to wait, while I make sure the colts‒ the other colts have got the hang of it.”

Two hooves hesitantly lowered.

“Well that adds up right nice,” Apple Bloom said but added in a surprised tone, “You really want me in particular, Archer? Sure you don’t want to try out another colt see how that feels?”

Archer lowered her hoof but said in a husky tone, “I... really want to have you in me. You... you feel special to me...”

“What does she mean ‘In me’?” Berry asked testily. “I don’t want them in my mouth I want to... between my legs is the heat!”

“That’s a great place to start,” Apple Bloom said brightly, “Alright, Archer you sit uh... tight and don’t jump me just yet; I gotta concentrate. Berry and Tornado, first you stand on those mats over there. This is gonna get messy. You point your heat right at those boys, that is to say your butts, and just stand still and hold on. Rumble and Shady, you take a look down there, try to get an idea just what’s going on with those fillies. Licking them feels as good as them licking you, I might add.”

“If you’re not afraid of gettin’ a cunt,” she added jokingly, “You should be able to see how fillies can go into heat down there, in ways a colt will never have to worry about, himself.”

Rumble just squared his jaw and Shady said, “I’m not afraid!”

“I’m not afraid either!” said Featherweight from across the room, in a less convincing manner. But he already orgasmed, so he probably just wasn’t feeling it. Fighting off horny fillies is a lot easier, when you aren’t fighting the urge in yourself to just give into them.

So Berry and Tornado presented their rears, and Rumble and Shady hesitantly, but fascinatedly approached them down there. “Lift your tail Tornado,” Apple Bloom said, “You gotta show off everything you got!” Tornado just bit her lip and hiked her tail up, and Apple Bloom’s heart skipped when that action alone was enough to make Tornado’s vulva pulse in and out the way Sweetie Belle and Aura had done when they were really horny.

“You can touch them anywhere,” instructed Apple Bloom. Archer nestled up right close to Apple Bloom’s side but seemed content to wait for the main course, or at least willing to put up with it until then. She was watching the colts and fillies with an eager fascination. “Especially their teats and labia.” She winked at the girls saying, “And you just get ready to be touched there.”

“Labia?” Shady said dazedly, “That’s the...?”

“The sort of flowery thing there below the tail hole,” Scootaloo clarified, “Like the one where Berry is sort of um... winking in and out, her clitoris and stuff.”

“That’s what I’m doing?” Berry asked surprisedly. Guess it wasn’t obvious to a filly, who couldn’t see her own nethers? Apple Bloom wished she’d paid more attention to hers before, so she’d know what doing that felt like, precisely. Tornado got herself a look of concentration, and also managed to get hers to do it again.

“Yeah, like that Tornady!” Apple Bloom encouraged. Tornado just moaned in response. Mostly because Rumble had laid a soft hoof right on her labia and was massaging it around. It had an immediate effect on the pegasus, making her hips rock back and removing any possibility of her tail lowering at all.

Berry had to bite her lip as Shady began hesitantly nuzzling at her groin. “It’s awfully slimy and wet,” he said hesitantly, “We’re supposed to lick this?”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, saying “Shady, your mouth is awfully slimy and wet, so it ain’t a big deal.”

“No, Rumble, first try putting your hoof down here,” Sweetie Belle instructed meanwhile, directing him to Tornado’s underside where her soft small pillowy mammaries nestled. As he felt down there Tornado sank against his hooves, sighing happily as her body rewarded her for being touched down there.

“So soft...” was his answer.

“So mrgbl,” Tornado mumbled happily into the floor.

Shady paused to consider Apple Bloom’s words, and then with a hungry look in his eyes laid his tongue squarely on Berry’s hot dripping petals. He seemed to like that just fine, and Berry? She yelled out again, a wordless cry once he’d touched down, stretching a front hoof forward in shock.

“I’m sorry!” Shady said pulling back and shooting Apple Bloom an outraged glare, “You didn’t said it would hurt the filmmph” He didn’t get any further than that, because Berry had just smashed her hindquarters into his face, moaning hotly.

Rumble caught on quickly, possibly by watching Shady’s example, and didn’t make the mistake of thinking that (of all things) a wet tongue on engorged vulva could ever hurt at all. His tongue flicked, then licked more strongly, and soon he was just about cleaning Tornado like she was a foal, lapping up everything she could produce. And his attempts to stimulate her teats allowed him to support her under his broad arms, holding her up so he could pull her crotch more firmly against his licking.

Berry orgasmed first, with that familiar shaking moan. Her horn actually gave little pulses of light along with the contractions of her vagina. “What’s she doing?” Shady asked alarmedly not sure what the buck he was looking at.

“What, ain’t you ever orgasmed?” Apple Bloom asked bemusedly. Realization dawned, and she said, “Oh, yeah, that’s how fillies orgasm. Just give her a minute and she’ll be able to talk again.” Shady nodded dazedly, his prodding hoof being clutched around by the entrance to Berry’s hungry contractions.

A whimper from Archer revealed that she hadn’t managed to hold out after all. Apple Bloom hadn’t even noticed when she left her side, but Archer was laid out on her back, rubbing her labia like she couldn’t even imagine not doing that. Apple Bloom sighed, just hating to cut Archer off like that, and not just because it made her look gorgeous, but the filly just had to hold out a bit longer. “Hang on Archer,” she said reaching for the pony, “Stop twiddlin your... hey stop using my hoof! Leggo!”

“How do I‒” Tornado gasped needily to any who would listen, caught in Rumble’s firm embrace, “I never orgasmed how‒”

“Hold on,” Scootaloo said, zipping over to Tornado, while Apple Bloom attended to Archer. Giving Rumble’s technique a critical look she said, “You gotta lick her clitoris, Rumble.”

“Her what?” Rumble said as an entire nearby parallel universe of distraught women gave an exasperated scream at men.

“It’s a thing at the bottom of her labia it‒ O.K. move over,” Scootaloo said, shoving Rumble in the shoulder to get at Tornado’s presented ass.

Berry’s contractions stilled in the meantime and her breaths came out more evenly and she opened her eyes. Apple Bloom had finally gotten Archer standing beside her reservedly again. Apple Bloom was about to tell Shady to mount up because she could see Berry’s breaths begin to get heavier as the unicorn realized her arousal just would not calm down, when Shady went in with his tongue again. That made Berry’s eyes roll back in her head as she jerked back against his face slurring out, “So goooood...”

And Apple Bloom was honestly at a loss for words, because she hadn’t considered that if a filly is still aroused as buck after an orgasm, then why not just keep on licking her? Being aroused is great if you have somepony to stimulate you, so maybe Apple Bloom’s determination to get rid of it ASAP wasn’t the best idea after all? She fuddled over whether Berry was in pain or enjoying herself, leaning towards the enjoying part, but it’d be impossible to tell without asking her, and Berry wasn’t exactly capable of saying words now.

Tornado meanwhile was battered with emotions and sensations, when Scootaloo did the most gross, unmarely, exposed, vulnerable thing she could imagine. The orange pegasus placed both hooves on either side of her vulva, and pressing firmly spreading them apart. It was a shock to Tornado to feel the open air on her writhing insides. And Rumble could see everything! The hottest colt ever could see every inch of that gross pink slimy fleshy indentation in between her legs.

“See at the top of the opening here?” Scootaloo demonstrated. “It looks sort of round? Watch this,” and she went in with her nose and booped it lightly right on‒ Tornado yelped loudly, her exposed entrace pulsing as the electric pleasure blasted through her body. She was still quivering when Scootaloo released her, letting Rumble have her again. Not that he’d ever touch her after seeing that. She’d looked at herself in a mirror once and it was so gross! Like she had a weird alien embedded in there. Her crazy imagination would sometimes even sort of see a face in it.

“Lick it,” Scootaloo demanded.

And then Rumble was there and he just grabbed hold and dove in and stuck his face into her gooey center and he found it and he licked it he stuck out his‒ his tongue he‒ he licked‒!

...

Tornado gave a choked gasp as pleasure crested over her, feeling as though every inch of her fur was on edge. And then it came again and again. Each time she had to cry out higher in pitch, and with more urgency. Every touch of his tongue drove her deeper into her need, making her want to feel the next lick so badly, each lick into her consuming her more and more until–

The wave of pleasure inside Tornado finally crested once more, and this time it didn't recede. Her eyes snapped open as a surprised shriek escaped her mouth, her vagina starting to rhythmically contract on itself. Her legs were jerking, and her entire body was pumping with blood. She couldn’t believe what was happening inside her. She couldn’t believe this was... this constant overpowering pleasure was... she was...!

Instead of drifting out of herself, Tornado remained chained to awareness. Every fiber in her body was singing like a harpstring. She heaved forward, her movements uncoordinated and disoriented, barely coherent but somehow amazingly terribly aware. She hunched down like a cornered wolf, looking at‒ at— Rumble and Scootaloo were both staring at her. She couldn’t stop it! It wasn’t stopping! Her pelvis just kept... it wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t‒

Tornado took in more ragged gulps of air, trying to find some anchor in this storm. She called out to someone, Celestia, her mom, she didn’t even know. It wasn’t even words. What was happening to her? How could she ever talk again, feeling like this? Her vagina stopped its uncontrollable contractions then, and... her terror broke, as she realized it wasn’t lasting forever, and was starting, ever so slowly, to fade.

Everypony was staring at Tornado like she was a monster. What did she do? Why couldn’t she control herself? What was that? Did they think she was a freak? Some kind of crazy pony? Did she make them think she was ugly?

“That was so bucking hot,” cut Scootaloo through the silence.

“...what?!” Tornado exclaimed. She lifted a hoof and... and now she could control her voice again? What was that? Celestia her nethers were on fire. She needed more licking. She needed Rumble. She needed the swinging phallus between his legs that caught her attention like a bear to honey.

“Did you mean to do that?” Apple Bloom asked. Tornado squirmed her hips and tore her gaze away from that cock looking at Apple Bloom pleadingly who ohhhh fudge he had a cock too.

“I... I was...” Tornado stomped, “No!” she said. “I didn’t mean to I was just, the tingling got so... big and when everything started squeezing back there, it wouldn’t go away. I’m sorry I just‒ I didn’t mean to ruin...”

“Pretty sure that was an orgasm,” Scootaloo said hesitantly.

“You didn’t enjoy an orgasm?!” Sweetie Belle squeaked immediately.

“What?” Tornado repeated uncomprehendingly.

“You... didn’t enjoy that?” Sweetie Belle repeated in a more level tone of voice.

“What?” Tornado repeated again, “No! That was the best thing I’ve ever felt before! I‒ I just must have looked so stupid I couldn’t even move right and‒”

“You looked,” Rumble interrupted with a distant look in his eyes, “Incredible...”

“Your hips were going crazy!” Scootaloo said brightly, “And you just spun around like a ninja! Or a‒ a wildcat!”

“I can’t even move when I orgasm,” Berry piped up enviously.

“Me neither,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Me neither,” said Scootaloo.

“Me neither,” said Apple Bloom, “Uh, I mean, when I’m a filly that is.”

“Or a tornado!” Scootaloo crowed triumphantly like she solved some mystery. Tornado wondered what‒ oh.

“I guess it’s sort of like taking down tornados,” Tornado said speculatively. More like standing inside a lightning storm.

“You take down tornados?” Rumble said astonishedly. Tornado blushed at that, turning sideways to them and saying,

“Well, once yes and... and maybe twice.” She indicated her cutie mark. “I want to be a hazardous weather specialist!”

“Can we get back on topic please?” Berry cut in. Tornado blinked, and then remembered, giving a groan as her nethers throbbed.

“Did you have to remind me...” she grumbled.

“Berry’s right though,” Apple Bloom said, “You can be reminded all you like after your estrus is gone. You both orgasmed so, I think you’re ready as you’ll ever be. And Sweetie and Scoots here will make sure the boys are ready, right you two?”

“Just like we discussed yesterday?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yeah, but,” Apple Bloom said waving her hoof dismissively, “Maybe without the accompanying soundtrack, and no actual pillows this time.”

Scootaloo saluted. “Roger!” Sweetie said chipperly, whoever Roger was.

“Alright fillies,” Apple Bloom said to Tornado and Berry, “Get your butts showing again. Last time I promise.”

She turned to Archer and said more quietly, “Just hold on a little bit more, okay?”

Archer gulped and nodded, continuing to press against Apple Bloom’s side needily.

Tornado and Berry complied, wincing when they assumed the position, as their nethers throbbed at them urgently.

“And boys, no licking,” Apple Bloom instructed, “Y’all gotta be payin’ close attention, so just stand behind them until Scoots and Sweetie give the go.”

Shady and Rumble did so, and were surprised to see the other two CMC members lay on their backs, on either side of the boys, then duck underneath them. The reason soon became evident when Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo laid their hooves respectively on Shady Daze and Rumble’s penises.

“Fluff ‘em up good!” Apple Bloom said, leading Tornado and Berry looking behind them curiously. Shady’s eyes bugged out and Rumble just lifted his rear leg and groaned needily.

“What are they...?” Berry said, not seeing underneath the colt behind her.

“Just a bit more,” Apple Bloom said cautiously.

“I can’t believe that was an orgasm,” Tornado whispered eagerly to Berry. The little unicorn filly just whimpered in reply, and raised her ass higher into the air. Tornado tried to emulate, and not just for Berry’s sake, but because her body ached to do that, too.

“Holy‒” Rumble’s voice cut off, as he learned the effect a filly’s tongue can have on your dick. Scootaloo was only too happy to demonstrate. It was hard for her to believe she’d gotten this far. Burying her face in Rumble’s crotch, stiffening him up good with long drags of her smooth tongue, it was like a dream come true. Ever since she had the courage to do it with Apple Bloom, Scootaloo felt like she could take on the world.

Sweetie Belle herself, was beside herself with glee, free from all inhibitions thanks to her friends, and now able, and willing, to do everything she ever wanted to do with a boy’s stuff. And Shady certainly wasn’t complaining that Sweetie was licking the underside of his dick, while wearing his balls like a hat. (Sweetie Belle was very careful about her horn.)

“Ready!” shouted Scootaloo, sliding out from under Rumble, making him wince as his dick bounced unsettlingly in the air. Rumble wondered if he and Shady were supposed to jack off now, or something...?

“Mmm, ready,” Sweetie said evenly, crawling out from underneath Shady, and leaving him too dangling proudly before the fillies who... could not see. Their rears were piked high with the unconscious need to be filled, but as amazing as their quivering vulva made him feel, Shady didn’t know why they had that end pointed at him. His stiff, twitching shaft made him feel like showing it to them proudly, yet they couldn’t even see it?

Tapping the top of the butt on each filly, Apple Bloom said, “I want you two colts to rear up and scoot forward, so you rest your chest on top of her hindquarters.”

“Don’t worry,” Sweetie reassured the suddenly nervous Tornado and Berry, “It feels really good when they do that.”

And so, Rumble mounted atop Tornado Bolt, and Shady Daze mounted atop Berry. Apple Bloom backed up so she could see all four of them, the two colts hunched eagerly if awkwardly over the two fillies, who murmured in surprise at the intimacy of being mounted from behind. It was the perfect setup. They were gonna be so surprised.

“An’ now,” Apple Bloom said giddily, “I want y’all to touch your dicks and labia to each other.” That got a gasp from all four of the participants in this exercise. “Not the side of the dick,” Apple Bloom cautioned, “Just the tip. Put ‘em together, and let’s see how you do.”

Shady was the first to touch down, his eyes softening and his hooves clenching tighter around Berry’s bright pink barrel as he felt her soft burning folds slide along his shaft. Berry just closed her eyes, the very thought that a boy’s hot musky thick dick was touching her making the innocent-feeling touches, instead become amazing-feeling touches.

“She’s so soft..” Shady said mimicking Rumble’s comment, though it sure wasn’t about breasts, “And wet!”

Apple Bloom leaned down to the fillies, whispering to them in explanation, “Dicks just love gettin’ wet.” She saw Rumble find his mark, when Tornado’s eyes widened and her hooves stiffened. He wasn’t exactly just rubbing his dick on her now. He was about to find his way up in there. Wouldn’t be long now...

“So... so we lick them with our... labia?” Berry asked, confusedly. She was absolutely in love with the way this colt was pinning her down and the delicious prodding in her nether regions, but she sure didn’t have a tongue down there. Or even lips really. Not lips you could lip with, at any rate.

“I’ll tell you what to do, if you have a problem,” Apple Bloom conceded, “But I think you’re gonna do just fine on your own at this point, so go ahead and do whatever feels right.” Apple Bloom smiled. The non-participants in this were all right in a good position now, to see the looks on their faces. Oh for that matter, “Featherweight!” she shouted out.

That bucking ninja colt was already by Apple Bloom’s side, snapping pictures irregularly. “Take a‒ oh you already are.” Apple Bloom tapped him with a hoof saying, “Hold on Featherweight, and pay attention. This gon’ be good.”

“So we just...?” Shady asked not sure of even what “they just” at this point. Just that he really needed to touch her just like Apple Bloom said, her labia with his dick. He pushed harder against her because he had to.

“Just go on, feel around down there, explore every inch of those fillies’ labia with your dick.” Apple Bloom said happily.

There was a pregnant pause while Rumble wondered how this was going to do anything about estrus. Yet also he found himself wondering just how much “labia” this pony underneath him had. It was so delicious the way it was wrapping around his dick, but the bottom of it didn’t seem to be...

Meanwhile Shady was feeling apprehensive about just what his dick was doing. The pudgy pink unicorn he was sitting on was just cooing pleasantly at his motions. He didn’t want to slip out from her slimy embrace. It felt very important to keep his dick in solid contact with those soft wet lips. His tip found a deep fold and he pushed it aside, or wait was it...

“Now, now Featherweight!”

Of all the damning evidence collected during this ill fated tale, the one Apple Bloom would remember most fondly is a pair of colts mounted on a pair of fillies: a pair of very surprised fillies who had just discovered that their vagina went in a lot farther than it seemed, while the colts on top of them had just discovered that their vagina went in a lot farther than it seemed. Their collective expression of bug-eyed surprise were expertly captured in crystal clarity for future generations to look at and feel less awkward about their budding sexuality.

“H-h-ow deep do you‒” Rumble stammered disbelievingly.

“I-I don’t know!” Tornado said equally flabbergasted.

“You’re... you’re inside me!” Berry moaned, her astonishment fading to lust as she really thought about what that meant to her.

“Are... i-is this sup-posed to happen?” Shady asked distantly. He was finding it hard to form coherent thoughts with, the way his embedded phallus was squishily squeezed on all sides, the further he pushed it in, but he got his answer. He got it in the shit-eating grins that Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Archer had on their faces, Sweetie’s just bore a serene smile. Featherweight just looking as confused as the other boys, but those four? They knew he was doing the right thing. It felt so good, to do the... the thing he was supposed to do, deeper and deeper!

“Archer, you ready?” Apple Bloom said enigmatically in the meantime.

Archer seemed to realize what that meant and said “Oh‒ oh yes!”

Apple Bloom butt-butted Archer over in front of the two pairs of ponies in their first coitus, saying, “Stand over here Archer, and let’s show ‘em how it’s done.” Sweetie Belle once again graciously proferred a mat to catch their drips, laying it right where Apple Bloom pointed

Archer was only too willing to comply, but hestitated uncertainly as she centered her groin over the mat, saying, “Should I‒ I mean, stand like them, or like we did before?”

“Like them, of course!” Apple Bloom said, “We’re the instructors!”

“O-okay,” Archer said nervously, but excitedly, refraining from rolling onto her back and just turning herself to face away from Apple Bloom, tail rolling up and labia quivering between two blue toned ass cheeks. “You’re sure I can take your weight?”

Apple Bloom started to denounce the very idea of overpowering an earth pony’s carrying capacity as silly, but then it occurred to her that Archer was pretty little for her age. Bloom didn’t know how Archer got that way, but she wasn’t quite so sure of getting up on her, like she did with the others, such as the generously posteriored Sweetie Belle.

“Just let me know if it’s too much,” Apple Bloom said, and then as another thought occurred to her, “But you ain’t even had one orgasm yet, so lift your tail more and lemme get you really going.”

Author's Notes:

Tune is this-land-is-your-land-ish.

Lyrics:
(Apple Bloom)
Why can’t I do what the grownups say? I’m in more trouble than I ever been before.
My family loves me, keeps me safe! Don’t I care about that anymore?”
(chorus)
What am I doing?
What am I feeling?
I want it so bad it’s got me reeling
Wondering how to get more,
Wanting to be free,
How much of this is for what they need...
And how much of it’s for me?

Scoots was dripping on my dick
Sweetie was so soft and slick.
Archer didn’t know the trick.
Aura, burnin to the very core!
[modem sound]
Liza wanted me so bad.
Dinky just so scared and sad.
And Scoots and Sweetie, they wanted more!

But every time I put it in
I felt like I never felt before.
Wanted just as much as they,
to fill them up just more and more.
I’m disobeyin’ all my kin, I’m worrying Miss Cheerilee,
but I just can’t care what they say.
I want this more than they can see.”

(chorus)
What am I doing, and just
What am I feeling?
Don’t know why I want it, but it’s so appealin’!
Leaves me wondering how to get more
How to get out, to be free.
I care about what fillies need,
But also what it does to me!

I love being with my friends
Dick or not, their company is good.
But now I want their vaginas too,
And I just don’t know if I should.

Friendship’s so much stronger when
You know what’s inside their hips.
But is that being friends with them?
Or friends with just their vulval lips?
Using them to get what I want,
And I admit they’re using me.
But why do we all need this so bad?!
That who we are is low priority?

(chorus)
What am I doing?
What am I feeling...

(rhetoric)

(Sweetie Belle)
The colts are scared. They don’t believe me!
You need to show them how it’s done.
They say it’s just too many fillies.
We need you, not any other one!

(Tornado Bolt)
Featherwight made lots of stuff,
But wasted it on Rumble’s mouth!
Three fillies left and just two colts.
Things are really going south!

(rhetoric)

(Sweetie Belle)
Come on, let’s go!”

(Sweetie, Apple Bloom, Tornado)
(chorus)
We don’t know what we’re doing
We don’t know that we’re feeling.
Want so much it leaves us reeling.
(Tornado)
You can show us so much more.
Out of heat, how to be free!
(Apple Bloom, aside)
But how much of this is all for them,
And how much of this is for me?

(Rumble)
This might for us just be the end.
(Shady)
What fools we were to come this far.
(Rumble)
I just want you to know you’re my friend,
(Shady
And you I always did admire.
(Rumble)
At least we won’t face this alone.

(Featherweight rhetoric “Drama queens...”)

(Tornado, speaking)
What are you doing girls?!

(Archer, Pinchy)
They won’t come out! The closet’s stuck!
(Scootaloo)
They’re crazy with the need to buck!
(Tornado)
You were supposed to wait!
(Archer)
I can’t stand straight!
(Pinchy)
My groin’s so hot!
(Archer)
They smell so good...
(Archer, Pinchy)
We simply could not wait!

(Sweetie Belle)
Well settle down you two, ‘cause you’re in luck!

(chorus)
(Pinchy)
What are we doing?
(Archer)
What is this feeling?
(Archer, Pinchy)
We can’t we stand still.
Our heads are reeling!
(Archer)
Oh please say how we can have more!
(Pinchy)
Make the empty feeling stop!
(Tornado)
We know you colts don’t need it but...
(Archer, Pinchy, Tornado)
We need you to help us clop!

(Apple Bloom)
I know you girls need help, but look!
They can’t help if you scare them too!
You’re the ones who got a nook
You gotta let them come to you.

I promise they won’t leave you out.
Let me tell the boys what it’s all about.

(rhetoric)

(Apple Bloom)
Rumble, Shady, Featherweight!
I ain’t gonna lie to you,
These fillies in a fiery state,
But I promise at the end it cools.
It’s what they need.
It’s what you need!
So come on out and don’t be fools.

(chorus)
(Boys)
We don’t know what to do,
About this scary feeling.
Why do they want it?
Our senses are reeling!

(Apple Bloom)
Once you start, you will want more
It’s lots of fun for them and you.
They’re not just using you for greed,
Because what you do will help you too!

(whimpering)

(Apple Bloom)
Well fine, stay in there if you’re chicken.
I’ll distract ‘em all myself today.
Come on all three of you get lickin’!
When you get a whiff you’ll wanna stay.
The boys can watch until they thicken.”

(Archer)
It’s so awesome!
(Pinchy)
It’s amazing!
(Tornado)
Never have I wanted more.
(Archer)
I want it in me.
(Pinchy)
When does the heat end?
(Tornado)
Please, tell us what’s in store!

(Apple Bloom, aside)
I just gotta hold out till they come.
Surely boys can’t ignore that smell.
My penis is so hard it hurts.
I hope that theirs are hard as well.

(Rumble)
What are they doing?
(Shady)
They’re licking him.
Just like Rumble and Featherweight!
(Featherweight)
More than one pony looks great!
(Rumble)
Not just great. It looks amazing!

(Shady)
Quit kicking me. The blue one’s using her butt!
(Featherweight)
I don’t think that was Rumble’s hoof.
(Shady)
Mine is going to hit the roof!
(Apple Bloom)
Okay boys, I’ll tell you what!

(chorus)
(Apple Bloom)
Can you see what I am doing?
You’ll just love what I am feeling.
See you want it so bad,
It’ll leave you totally reeling.

Please, your help, you need to bring.
I don’t know how much I can take!
I need you to use your boy thing!
These fillies’ appetites, to slake.

(Tornado, aside)
How much of this is what he needs?
(Archer, aside, humping)
How much of this is all for me?

(Apple Bloom)
Alright girls, that’s enough!
Come on Archer, before I go inside,
Back off, No licking! Too bad! Tough!
Go lick those penises, behind.

(Apple Bloom)
They’re gonna come at you, boys.
But just close your eyes and think of Prance.
Those tongues hit home they’ll change your tune,
And that’s when you can really dance.

(musical interlude)

It’s time to stop with all the teasing,
Get that estrus good and stilled.
These colts have dicks you will be seizing,
These hot filly holes to be filled.

(chorus)
Estrus is what you’re doing.
Heat is what you’re feeling.
You want what feels good!
You want what leaves you reeling.
If you colts and fillies want to be free,
Think of what you both need,
Then back it up, listen to me.

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