Big Macintosh crept up slowly to the sounds of wet moans and lewd noises coming right through the thin walls of a certain little building he was quite familiar with. His teeth were wrapped around the handle of the frying pan, that old heavy one they didn’t cook in anymore. It wouldn’t hurt if it got dented. Nopony was gonna get hurt, oh no, this was just for getting the point home.

He knew fillies don’t have any restraint this time of year, but he still felt disappointed. Disappointed and angry that his little sister would fall to temptation so easily. It all started with that Discord curse. It changed everything. And now the consequences were right on the other side of the door he snuck up to. The sounds of grunts and ecstasy were coming right through it, plain as day. Mac had been a fool to think he could trust someone who couldn’t even control their vulgar urges. Well it was time to pay the piper and set things straight again.

He charged into the building and threw the frying pan, slamming the frying pan on the wall hard enough to knock everything off their hooks. “What’s goin on in here?!” he demanded, knowing full well what he was looking at.

“Big Macintosh?!” his sister gasped, currently—before his very eyes—being rutted like a whore, by that sweet talker Caramel, who was sitting on top of her like he owned the mare. Of course it was a stallion she knew. It always was. This was why Big Macintosh discouraged the practice of fillies and colts befriending one another. Some wily tempter sways his hips and all the mares want to be “friends” with him. Next thing you know they’ve gone and disappointed the princess again, and risked your life and your livelihood with unwanted children.

“Game’s over!” Big Macintosh said threateningly. “Break it up right now.”

“I-I can see stallions if I want!” Applejack yelled at him angrily from where she stood, as if she had any right to talk when she was right in the middle of burying Caramel in sin with her lustful hips. Caramel himself seemed quite paralyzed with fear and stood stock still, which didn’t solve the problem at hoof in the slightest.

“Nope,” said Big Macintosh, demonstrating the first part of his name by bodily lifting Caramel off the floor and swinging him around. Applejack’s hips actually followed Caramel’s at first until she fell off of him and collapsed to the floor in a sobbing heap. Caramel wasn’t the lightest stallion, but Mac managed to get a good 2 paces of air time while tossing him out the door, before Caramel hit the ground. “Get on!” he shouted at the cowering stallion, “And don’t you ever come back!”

That was too much for Caramel. Several tons too much. His eyes brimming with tears, he just bolted, running as fast as he could, not even slowing down until he was entirely out of that cursed acreage.

“It ain’t right!” Applejack yelled at Big Macintosh despite her tears, “It ain’t right,” she told herself. “It ain’t right...” she repeated over and over again, just sitting in a desperately horny, miserable, tear stricken heap on the floor. Big Mac sighed. With the crisis over, his temper cooled quickly. He walked over and sat down by her, giving her a gentle nuzzle. When she’d worn herself out and was just leaning against him for comfort, Big Macintosh spoke up, saying,

“I’m sorry sis, but it is right. You ain’t thinkin correctly. You gotta hold fast to your principles, and be the better mare. The princess gave you a task, to find a husband and be true to him. And that’s what you’re gonna do.”

She stroked his auburn side fondly with a forehoof, saying, “Maybe... maybe you could just–”

“Make you some tea,” Big Macintosh said standing up quickly, before she could get any ideas. When he turned back, Applejack was still lying there. Had a look on her face like he just went and killed Winona.

“Y-yeah, tea,” she agreed dully.

Meanwhile very far away from there, Archer quivered in excitement, her rump piked up in the air as Apple Bloom approached, one thought on her mind: penetration. Her hips ached for Apple Bloom’s penis, the memory of the last time clear as day in her imagination. Archer’s hooves confidently gripped the mat, which itself firmly gripped the floor. She was already starting to drip onto it, little beads of her girl stuff splattering on its surface.

When the colt’s hot tongue caressed her lips so confidently, Archer gave a grateful cry. At last the waiting was over! Her body did that winking thing Apple Bloom was talking about, and Apple Bloom’s gentle lips kissed against her clitoris with a slight sucking sensation. “Ahhh!” she cried out, again and again. Archer’s loins felt like they were an ocean of need and her vagina was the river that fed it. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to feel Apple Bloom’s plush nose smearing messily up against her clit, and then that tongue started to push deeper into her, past the point of just labia, and into the place where that penis was supposed to go.

With Archer’s juices drooling down her chin, and her heady scent flooding her senses, there was only about one thing in Equestria that could make Apple Bloom happier than she was right now. That would be getting her new penis snugly inside Archer good and tight. And as soon as she could make that filly explode into an orgasm, Apple Bloom was prepared to mount up on Archer and have it: Archer’s insides wrapped around her dick.

Apple Bloom did everything she could think of that would have made her go nuts as a filly, lipping that clitoris, tonguing under the ledge of her pelvis, tugging that vulvular mound up like a secret switch in an ancient castle. She realized she had no idea what Archer’s ‘pillows’ were like, only Sweetie’s, but a testing hoof found them plush and soft all the same.

So to find out more, Apple Bloom rolled onto her back, where she could pull Archer’s rump down on her face, and soon the blue earth pony was smashing those labia into her eager mouth. Being down there gave Apple Bloom plenty of space to adjust herself to lick a teat, or nuzzle into the softness there. It was actually taking Archer a while to orgasm, even with this, like she was holding herself back or something. It seemed like Archer had no limit to how long her lips could flutter against Apple Bloom’s tongue, or urgent her shrieks could get.

Half of the impromptu audience was hornier than they’d ever been in their life. Penetrating, or being penetrated, tended to have that effect on a colt or filly, respectively. To make matters hornier, somepony had forgotten to tell them what to do once they got their bodies together that way. Shady moaned and pawed at Berry as Berry Pinch’s insides milked him for all he’s worth. Rumble found himself balls deep in Tornado, her body taking his cock like a burning hot and slimy sheath. Both that, and the sight of that Apple Bloom colt in front of them, who was going all out to devour Archer’s pussy, it was all making Rumble crazy with lust! He didn’t know what to do!

Fortunately, instruction proved unnecessary to the four. Berry was the first to start thrusting, her inward squeezes translating naturally to a rocking motion. Like Scootaloo before her, Berry found by accident that it felt even better when she pulled off of Shady and shoved back onto him again. And pulling off of him made him shove forward, so, soon both of them were thrusting like mad. Neither of them knew why, and neither of them cared.

The catalyst that sparked Berry and Shady’s thrusting still took time before they reached the point of eager copulation, and during that time Rumble found he wanted to jack off so bad he just couldn’t keep it inside the filly. So of course when he pulled out to do it, that felt even more incredible. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out of Tornado entirely, and desperately shoved back deep into her, that delicious sliding motion stoking his senses fiercely. When Tornado cried out wetly at his action, Rumble asked,

“Are you alright?!”

Beside them Berry and Shady were rocking against each other, urgent unfs and grunts coming from them both, as they started to copulate.

“I loved that,” Tornado said in a barely coherent moan. She pushed her rump against him whickering lowly, trying to get him to do it more. “You moved in me– I love it! Do that!” She coughed wetly, pulling herself off his dick, and shoving back to jam him inside, making Rumble’s senses explode into slimy tingles. Her tears were hitting the floor as she whispered, “So... awesome...”

Tornado wasn’t just alright. She loved it. In his state of mind, the revelation that what Rumble was doing wasn’t just jacking off, but was making the filly he was penetrating weep with joy... well, let’s just say that although Berry figured out thrusting first, precisely which pair got to full speed, intense, mind blowing fucking the fastest, wasn’t clear. Rumble just did it again and again, and the faster he got the more Tornado squealed, as she realized this was just the beginning of the pleasure. None of the four knew what they were doing, but that didn’t stop the needy urgency at which they pistoned against each other.

As for Archer, Apple Bloom was having an issue. Even with Apple Bloom’s hoof buried deep in her labia and Apple Bloom tonguing the edge of it where she wrapped around, all Archer did was keep begging to feel ‘him’ inside her. Not a single orgasm! Apple Bloom wanted to make Archer orgasm first, but it was getting tricky, and Apple Bloom wanted to be inside her again, bad!

“You... you gotta... in me! I’m so... oh I need you please just...” Archer’s tense words slowed to rasping pants as Apple Bloom stopped stimulating her. Archer’s eyes were closed with the exertion that stimulation had evoked in her. Her hindquarters were hot, slimy and splotchy all the way from the one bright bow on her hip to the other.

“I will, Archer,” Apple Bloom promised, deciding enough was enough, “I will,” carefully heaving up onto Archer’s back. The filly’s skinny frame fit neatly underneath Apple Bloom like a glove. Archer was going to be a literal glove, if Apple Bloom had anything to do with it. She brought her penis to bear, shivering as she smeared it against Archer’s folds, seeking that hot entrance.

Archer herself couldn’t believe how Apple Bloom was making her feel. She was so sorely horny, that she didn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t feel that penis inside her soon; Archer felt like she was going to die without him! That feeling was rising in her again, and she fought it down as hard as she could, trying not to do that ...weird thing, which might make her collapse or fall over. That might mean he couldn’t put it in her! But it was so hard! She wanted to clench and scream and squeal and buck into the air and he just wouldn’t put it in!

When he finally wrapped his hooves around her barrel, Archer felt so protected and safe, if even more aroused somehow. Her legs were stiff and straight, pushing her ass up against his belly. In her mind’s eye, Archer could feel her tail wrapping around Apple Bloom’s hindquarters as he brought his penis to bear, feeling her empty hips hanging there, wanting. Then... penis! It was touching her! It had to go in! She had to make it go in!

Scootaloo swept forward out of nowhere, and aggressively locked lips with Archer, making Archer’s eyes snap open. The pegasus was holding Archer close, Scootaloo’s own eyes closed as Archer’s eyes filled with the colors of orange and purple, and the feel of those lips meshing with her own. Scootaloo was‒ she was kissing her! Scootaloo wanted her. And then Apple Bloom’s penis sank into her hips.

Archer moaned into the kiss needily, heatedly. Scootaloo let her breathe, but wouldn’t let her go. Scootaloo just hugged her tightly, holding Archer as Archer felt her insides jerk and stretch, that penis just feeling bigger and bigger with every inch it distended within her. If Archer could move her legs, she’d have clung to Scootaloo like a drowning filly.

“Thank... youohhh,” she said in a grateful tone that came out in the end as a lusty moan as Apple Bloom bottomed out in her, and his tight sack was pressing up against her smearing wet clitoris. Her insides felt so much more alive with him in there. Archer had seen that dick go inside her before, but standing like this was something else. This was amazing, her urges both stoked and slaked by that that beautiful colt bearing down on her, pulling her to him and then...

While this was occurring, the other two couples were getting excited enough to finish their intercourse. Rumble had to stop when Tornado orgasmed again and it was almost funny the way they both fought against it.

“S-slide it!” she begged, “Slide it in me!

“Stop d-doing that I can’t‒” he protested, “You’re squeezing down too hard I can’t slide it!”

“I‒I can’t stop it,” moaned Tornado, convulsing around his dick helplessly even as she rocked back in attempts to pull him in and out.

“Y-you have to!” Rumble said now the one in a begging tone, “I need you please..!”

Tornado’s fierce concentration trying to calm the storm in her hips, and in her brain, was truly intense, but even that took precious seconds that left Rumble trembling with need.

It was a tangible sense of relief, when Rumble started once again to slide along Tornado’s slippery insides, and she returned to rocking against him needily, this sliding taking over her thoughts, like it was something she just had to do. She wanted to know why, but she was finding it hard to care about anything but making that feeling spread within her, using the pistoning of his penis inside her. They had gotten to a good pace and Tornado’s second orgasm had finally calmed down, when Tornado’s ear flicked right as Shady took a sudden sharp inhalation of breath.

Berry’s eyes snapped wide again, a quiet “Oh...my...Celestia” escaping her throat. She stretched forward lifting a hoof an open mouthed smile of surprise and delight on her face, before Shady was thrusting again. Berry’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath huffing out at the floor as she hunched there, the stout pink unicorn filly working her hips against Shady’s excitedly. Shady’s thrusting seemed to struggle more after this whatever it was that just happened, slowing and becoming erratic as he lost control of his impulses.

“Berry! Are you...” Tornado said urgently to her comrade in fucking, as the two boys heartily plowed them from behind.

“Soooooo big” Berry moaned wetly, her eyes losing focus as she felt it.

“T-they’re filling us up,” Tornado agreed unsteadily, but Berry shook her head frantically. With her body rocking back and forth from the power of Shady’s thrusts, Berry looked right at Tornado with wide eyes, saying,

“No! He got bigger! Aaall of a sudden he just... big!”

“Bigger?!” Tornado exclaimed, her lust tainting with worry. Rumble was already stretching her entrance. It felt like his entire hoof was in there, like her vagina was wrapped tight around a log. How could he get bigger?! “I‒ I don’t think that‒wait a– please Rumble I can’t–” she said frantically, and then it happened to Rumble too.

“hhhhh,” Tornado continued inarticulately, as that penis ballooned within her, pressing firmly against her inner walls. He got bigger. She couldn’t even stand how wonderful his turgid phallus felt in there. It felt like a kiss, but one in all directions. Gawping upside down between her legs, she couldn’t believe what was happening in there. It just looked like her normal torso, not this incredible throbbing experience Rumble was giving her. It didn’t hurt her strained entrance, but it spread her tense, deep inside. It made her lean forward, tilting her head up in delight. It was amazing. Tornado...

Tornado was really close to Berry Pinch’s lips.

Tornado realized that she was really close to Berry’s lips. Tornado’s insides felt so... so kissed that she wanted‒ she wanted to... her lips pursed almost of their own accord. She wanted to make her ...front be like her rear. Berry was right there. And even as Tornado turned on her front hooves to face the unicorn, it looked like Berry had the same idea, for Berry too turned towards her. Rumble and Shady were giving their all to fill up their fillies, and every thrust just made everything in front of the two fillies look like the most wonderful thing ever. It was in that intense moment that Tornado and Berry’s lips came together. And then they were moaning together, and mashing lips and drowning in each other’s love.

“I‒I need to cum!” Shady cried out with alarm.

“Come where?” Sweetie asked curiously from where she waited behind him.

“No, cum!” he said, his pistoning reaching the urgent point of no return. “My penis... stuff... it’s...”

“Boy stuff??” Sweetie said excitedly.

“I have to pull out!” he exclaimed.

“Don’t you dare!” Sweetie retorted, her mouth dropping open.

“But it’ll go in... inside hhher...” Shady protested as his orgasm swept through him, his penis throbbing thickly inside that filly.

“Oh, no,” Sweetie lectured matter-of-factly, while Berry sucked in a breath at the semen spurting within. “You’re supposed to put it inside her,” Sweetie said, “So you can cure her–oh, there you go.” Sweetie Belle smiled, satisfied once she saw Shady wasn’t listening, because he was already ejaculating inside. “Keep doing that!” she said cheerfully to the climaxing colt, moving on to check on the other two.

Shady felt the ejaculation first, of course, and then Berry felt it inside her. Tornado felt it happen to Berry, when her friend pulled back from kissing and snorted wildly. Berry’s eyes rolled back to stare at something happening inside her hips.

“Berry, what’s wrong??” Tornado exclamed. She noticed Shady had stopped thrusting entirely, unlike Rumble, and Shady was just pinning himself tightly against the unicorn’s rear.

“So‒ wet‒ so full‒ it’s‒ ugh!” was the best Berry could explain it, the last syllable punctuated by Shady’s semen overflowing out her opening. With how the fillies had adjusted to kiss each other, it was a really good angle for Tornado to see. This strange white stuff started burbling and spitting out of where Shady’s cock impaled Berry, dripping down Berry’s belly and Shady’s legs, and splattering on the ground in thick glops. Berry didn’t have words at that point, just shuddering quietly as the excess cum pulsed out of her in regular intervals.

Shady said he had to cum, and that it would go inside her. What did that mean? And why was it so bucking hot? Tornado had thought it impossible to be hornier without turning into an alicorn princess, but after seeing that her own body proved itself totally wrong. It was just like with Featherweight, but... but it was the secret passage in Berry’s girl parts, not Rumble’s mouth. Was that really the stuff the crusaders were saying would cure her heat?

“What happened to you, Berry?” Tornado cried with big eyes, her own insides seeming to alternate between feeling liquid as mud and solid as iron. And always with Rumble in there, being in there and and–sliding in there.

“He...” Berry gasped, sucking in a breath. Her entire body was coming unstiff and filling with such a relaxed ease you could see it. “All the way inside he... melted... something...”

“It’s cum i-it comes out of my the tip of my penis,” Shady said in a stuttering tone, seemingly unsure of whether to hold onto Berry at all anymore. “I... I put it inside her...” he said in almost a reverent tone, his eyes leaving Tornado’s to gaze with adoration at the filly he was penetrating, the filly who did that to him.

As she watched the couple descend into unconditional affection, it occurred to Tornado then, that she herself had a penis inside her right now. She had the same secret passage in her labia that Berry did, and... and what it did to Berry... could that happen to her? That penis was shoving so fully inside Tornado that she felt the bulbous flared tip press against the bottom of her vagina every time. She tried to imagine what it would feel like, to have that stuff that was dripping from Berry up in there. Was Rumble going to do that? Was he? Oh, would he?

Tornado’s hips undulated against Rumble’s with a new sense of purpose and foreboding. “Aaare you going to,” she moaned needily, her cunt fuller of Rumble than she ever thought it would be full of anypony. “I-inside me?”

As those lust soaked words came from deep within her chest, Tornado turned over her shoulder to gaze at him adoringly, plaintively. From the side of her face, she caught his wild eyed, frightened, yet determined look. His words were rhythmic with his pistoning hips. He only said one word though, looking at her with a need so intense it scared her. “I’m... I’m... I’m...!”

Then he shoved against her and stopped thrusting. He might have seen her eyes widen, even as Tornado saw his pupils narrow. Her expression remained anxious and his expression remained fiercely determined. Outside of her they were deadly still. But inside her? His penis was jerking around inside her. It didn’t do that before. Was this what Shady did? Rumble was doing it too! Rumble was doing it inside her. Rumble was doing it, inside her! Tornado panted anxiously, her head snapping forward, not knowing what it was going to feel like. She wasn’t ready! She had the barest chance to meet Berry’s gaze, Berry’s relaxed, satisfied, relieved, serene gaze. Then a strange pulse of hot fluid flooded into Tornado.

“Ahh!” Tornado cried out, forgetting everything she saw in front of her, to only think about the feelings in her vagina. Pressed against her walls, the flesh of his spurting dick smeared it all over her in there. Everywhere the stuff touched just ached with relief, her intense hot sensitive tingling vanishing where it reached her. She was so ready for this! She wanted more! She wanted more!

It would have been like a soothing balm on itchy dry skin, except that everything inside her was the diametric opposite of dry. And then he did it again! She could feel it this time, how the forceful jet struck her flesh in there. “Ahh! AHH!” she cried with each pulse that Rumble pumped into her. It wasn’t just coating her walls it was filling her up! After several thick spurts Tornado managed to stop screaming and just tried to look at own her hips, feeling wet and stretched and full. She remembered the pumping slop pouring out of Berry, and Tornado wanted to feel it pour out of her now!

And then‒ the semen started rushing up the narrow space between Rumble’s penis and her vaginal walls. It was coming out! Tornado was so grateful, a sob practically tore its way out of her chest. It even soothed her swollen labia, as the thick pulses of seed began to spill out from where Rumble was impaling her. Tornado could see just the edge of where it was dripping to the ground, just like it did with Berry. The same thing was coming out of her!

Every pulse that pushed out of Tornado’s sopping entrance was accompanied by Rumble pumping one all the way inside her. There were two pulses, the hot seed flooding her depths, and then the overflow dribbling out her surface. And it was still happening! Again! And Again! It was most certainly the best 8 seconds of Tornado Bolt’s entire life so far. She couldn’t even look anymore, just had to stand straight, grinding her hips against Rumble’s pelvic floor as his last pulses flooded into her, through her, and out.

Tornado moaned as her estrus drained out of her like a rushing river.

The last time Archer had a penis inside her, she had been on her back with a full view of her groin being plumbed. She had to just lie there and take it into her, unable to stop it or even to understand what was happening. She couldn’t see Apple Bloom’s penis now, but that’s what she saw in her mind’s eye, his penis slick with her juices pushing in and out of her blue crotch with every buck of Apple Bloom’s strong hips. That’s what he was doing behind her. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her depths. Archer knew now she had that amazing place in her body that a penis could so perfectly fill, and she knew that’s just what Apple Bloom was doing.

But he was doing it so differently. She just stood there, and he was leaning on her rear, putting his dick under her tail to get it in her. Her hips tingled, not just with the pistoning within her, but with the firm hooves that were gripping them tightly, with the incredible heat of the colt whose barrel was pressing down solidly on her rump. Archer wasn’t helpless on her back. It felt like she could just walk out from under him. She didn’t, because there was a penis inside her, and she had to stay there to squeeze around it and take it in. While Apple Bloom surrounded her with his presence, Archer had to surround Apple Bloom herself, inside.

Apple Bloom kept up pumping earnestly, even as the toe curling pleasure radiated from the flesh of her own lovingly caressed dick. Archer was so hot and wet, it was enough to make Apple Bloom cry out in joy. Apple Bloom didn’t think she’d ever get tired of feeling this. It was incredible, no matter which filly she put her thing in. Archer wasn’t as sweaty as Aura, but a lot more energetic now than she’d been last time. Liza wasn’t as familiar as Scootaloo, but she’d been as turned on by Scootaloo watching as Apple Bloom had, and nothing was hotter than the mare underneath you getting turned on.

That’s what was so amazing about putting boy stuff in Archer this time. Archer’d been too anxious to give it her all the last time, but now that Apple Bloom was mounted atop her a second time, it was all Bloom could do to keep herself from getting bucked off the enthusiastically moaning, rocking filly. It was true Archer felt a lot more fragile than Aura or Liza, or Sweetie, but she had a wiry strength to her that really came out when she was confident about what was happening in the passage inside her.

It was obvious to Apple Bloom that Archer knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to show it. Didn’t matter that the other four were right there, or that other fillies and colts had needs too, because for once doing what you want, and indulging in your own gratification was exactly the right thing to do. Nopony was being hurt by anything she and Archer were doing, and that was making Archer so enthusiastic to pleasure herself, it was as if she had never felt good about pleasuring herself before, like she had found an oasis in the desert. And captured by that enthusiasm, Apple Bloom lost her senses entirely, consumed by the need to stroke herself to fruition in this unflattering filly who was so very beautiful inside and out.

Didn’t matter that Featherweight was taking photos of their flushed eager faces. Didn’t matter that Sweetie was busy instructing the newly introduced to ejaculate into each other. All that mattered was Archer’s vagina, her need to fill it with Apple Bloom’s goo, and Apple Bloom’s need to feel her orgasm pumping it up deep in there. Didn’t even matter that Scootaloo‒

Hey, where was Scootaloo anyway?

The first sign of the pegasus was when Archer gave an extra loud startled cry. Apple Bloom’s attention snapped to Archer’s animated rump, wondering if she did something to make Archer sound like that, and how to do it again. But focusing on that beautiful blue rump made Apple Bloom notice that Scootaloo was down there. Scoots was sitting there on her back like she had been for the fluffing, with her upper body hidden solidly underneath Archer’s torso. Oh Celestia, Scootaloo could see what Apple Bloom was doing to Archer.

“This is incredible, Apple Bloom!” came her hyperactive reedy voice, “I can see you sliding in and out of Archer! You’re so shiny!” Apple Bloom had to slow down because just the thought of her best friend taken with everything that was happening down there was almost enough to make her flare up on the spot. “You’re so wet, Archer,” Scootaloo continued.

“I‒ I am?!” Archer said more in excitement than alarm, trying to look around to see what she wasn’t in a position to get a good look at. “I... I feel...” but Apple Bloom kept up her steady thrusts bringing Archer’s thoughts inexorably back to her dick and the need to focus on containing it. She turned her head forward and just squeezed her eyes shut, sounding out “Nnnahh!” before going back to her heavy breathing and dutiful pistoning.

“Your vagina is awesome Archer,” Scootaloo said heedlessly. “Her penis is just covered in your juices, and it’s dripping out like crazy! You’re making Apple Bloom feel so good!”

“Apple Blooom~” Archer moaned in such an adoring tone it made Apple Bloom’s heart skip. She didn’t even say anything else or ask a question, just Apple Bloom’s name with so much heart and spirit. Apple Bloom was going to fill this filly up if it was the last thing she did. Her thrusts gained a more animal intent to them, focusing on the deed that must be done and forgetting the sophistications of the world. She was probably splattering Scootaloo with Archer’s girl cum, but Scoots didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Scootaloo!” Archer said then with less adoration and more urgency. “What are you‒ stop if you‒ if you do that I.. again I’m going to...!” her voice dropped to a husky purr as her head tilted down and her rump slammed against Apple Bloom’s heedlessly, saying “I want to... y‒yes... yes! Ahh!” The last three words timed with Apple Bloom’s down strokes. Whatever Scootaloo was doing down there made Archer orgasm hard. Apple Bloom bucked against her and held on, trapped within the undulating motions of Archer’s inner passage. Archer’s cries sounded like tight sobs as she quivered there, but she made no other sound or motion in particular.

“Oh... oh Moon” Scootaloo said in Archer’s stead, in a voice both admiring and curiously urgent. Of what Apple Bloom could see of her, Scootaloo clearly had her own hoof buried in her crotch. But before Apple Bloom could say anything, Berry’s tense words caught her attention. Apple Bloom turned and looked and saw Shady. He‒ he was doing it!

Apple Bloom forgot her thrusting for the incredible sight. Shady was up there on top of Berry Pinch, his face a mask of worry and also concentration, holding his crotch tight against her and twitching regularly, no doubt as he spurted it in. Berry was trying to tell Tornado what was happening to her, not very effectively but that was okay. Berry started to demonstrate what was happening in her whether she liked it or not. Watching Shady’s seed start erupting messily from Berry’s entrance, Apple Bloom realized she had forgot entirely to make sure the others had started thrusting, but it was clear Rumble had that part figured out as he and Tornado were bucking their hips together with abandon. And if Shady hadn’t, then that meant he could somehow orgasm on command, so he probably figured out thrusting too and Apple Bloom just missed seeing his hip movements.

Whatever it was, they were doing it right, and Berry was already seeing the benefits of it.

Apple Bloom looked at Archer, whose orgasm was starting to wind down, then back at the other two couples, where the relief on Berry’s face was almost palpable. While Rumble was lost in his own sensations, Tornado only had eyes for the gooey mess burbling out of where Berry Pinch was wrapped tight around Shady Daze. When Tornado looked behind her and asked Rumble if he was going to do the same, it was pretty clear that’s exactly what Rumble was going to do. Apple Bloom reached forward with a front hoof and gently prodded Archer’s head, quietly saying, “Archer, take a look at Rumble! Scoots!”

Archer looked and gasped, as if she’d forgotten about those other four entirely.

“Is Rumble going to...” Scootaloo said heatedly, scooting out from under Archer and sitting on her elbows. The three of them watched with varying forms of interest as Rumble shoved up deep into Tornado and held there, grimacing. And then Tornado started belting out these surprised and gratified cries, cutting them off to stare at her own hips. Apple Bloom figured she was about to‒yep. She topped out, and Tornado’s entrance was soon gooey and messy as Berry’s, with Rumble’s boy goo pulsing from her passage.

Though Apple Bloom had missed it some minutes ago, Archer had seen when Scootaloo first scooted, er, underneath her. She hadn’t been in a position to protest though. Too busy swallowing fat cock with her cunt. Scootaloo was quiet, but insistent on being there. It made Archer blush, to think that the thrusting she could only imagine was right there for Scootaloo to see. She felt like she was on display, like she was demonstrating the art of ...standing there and getting yourself plowed.

It was exciting to take a penis like this, much more participatory with her body free to buck against Apple Bloom’s as much as his did against hers. She would later debate at length with Sweetie Belle at the passivity of this particular position. For now though, she was loving the everloving love out of it, and almost didn’t want Apple Bloom to hurry up and put boy goo in her, to make it last longer.

But then there was the unmistakable sensation of a brave orange hoof pressing firmly against Archer’s teat. With the sensitivity of her estrus, and the sensitivity brought on from being fucked, it was like a bolt of lightning shot up through her. Her flesh down there wasn’t that pleasant doughy softness she was familiar with. It was a raging tide!

And then... and then Apple Bloom’s thrusts became slow and deep, strumming her cunt like a bow across a cello. And Scootaloo started telling Archer how amazing her vagina was, making Archer imagine it dripping, making Archer hunger to slick that penis with all the girl cum she could muster. And the words seemed to burn into her ears when Scootaloo said,

“You’re making Apple Bloom feel so good!”

It was true. It was so true. This incredible colt, this force of nature filling her with his turgid penis, making her senses sing, and giving her, because he was so kind and compassionate, his boy cum to sooth her estrus. She was making this boy feel good. She had a‒ a power between her legs. The weirdness of estrus, and the sticky heat and the quivering legs, it was all an amazing way to make him feel good. Every time her vagina squeezed down on him and he moaned, it was her making him moan. Apple Bloom had said he had to orgasm to make boy stuff, and Archer felt so beautifully happy about her body because she could feel every inch of her moving just perfectly, drooling around his penis, bucking against his hips, even her soft gasps sounded lewd and uninhibited. It was the perfect way to make him orgasm. She wanted him to cum, and she wanted to be the kind of filly who would make him cum, and she was that filly.

She wanted to thank Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo, for making her feel so much better about herself. Estrus had made her think her body was betraying her, but now she could see it had become her greatest ally to get her what she needed. She tried to find words for the rich round feeling swelling in her chest, but all she said was Apple Bloom’s name, the amazing colt’s name, and then... she could find no words to describe it. She just wanted him to keep thrusting. She turned her head forward, trying to be better somehow to thrust into, to entice that explosion that would make the white stuff spurt out between them, cooling her fires inside.

That’s when Scootaloo started touching her again. Oh not with a hoof, no no. Nuzzling with her nose right in the slight crevice between Archer’s pillowy swellings and then licking a teat and then l-l-l-latching on‒! Scootaloo’s actions just immediately pushed Archer over the edge. She felt that amazing tingle sweeping through her, growing stronger again with each of Apple Bloom’s thrusts. Was this supposed to happen?! Was she going to lose her mind again?? Could she even remain standing if that happened to her again?

“Scootaloo!” she shouted worriedly, vainly attempting to escape the pegasus’s attentive lips and tongue. It felt like her vagina was sparkling with pleasure. She wanted to go over so bad. She needed it to happen! She couldn’t stop it! Her frantic and half formed sentences could barely put two thoughts together. “I’m going to‒” she squeaked. She... she couldn’t stop it. It was going to happen to her. She wanted it to happen to her. This was what she wanted.

“I want to,” she said in an entirely different tone of voice. She just... let it go. She stoked herself with his penis. She made it happen. She‒

She felt an incredible sense of relief as the pleasure exploded within her cunt, and just like last time it was squeezing on Apple Bloom’s penis all on its own, and nothing she could do would stop it. Archer felt like she was going to fall over from the waves of pleasure rewarding her for what she’d done. For taking his penis in. For using it to make her... like this. Archer didn’t fall over amazingly, but she couldn’t control a single muscle in her body. Every twitch and twinge in her was a subtext behind a constant ocean of tingling. She felt like she was drowning. It put stars in her eyes. It made her want to cry from how good she felt.

“Oh Moon” Scootaloo swore underneath her in a reverent tone. Archer couldn’t even turn her head down. Just had to stand there doing this... thing. She knew Scootaloo was watching... she wondered what Scootaloo was seeing. Was Archer dripping again? Dripping with lust? Could Scootaloo see the contractions? These contractions, these beautiful, glorious oh~

She vaguely remembered she had been thinking about someone, but the only thing Archer could think about now was her own body, what it was doing and how it was feeling, that penis inside her so deliciously firm against her helpless convulsions. And that’s where Archer stayed physically and mentally, delighting in the feeling all the way until her body began to calm, and the contractions began to slow down.

Apple Bloom turned Archer’s head to the side with little resistence or will, saying “Archer, take a look at Rumble! Scoots!”

“Nnh...not finished yyet...” Archer slurred under her breath, but tried to focus. She really was calming down and she remembered she was there in front of Shady and Rumble and‒

She inhaled quickly when she realized the other colts had seen her too. (Archer wasn’t in a frame of mind to pay a lot of attention to fillies at this point.) They had seen her do that. Did they think she looked good? Did she look bad? Did it look like anything? Was she glowing? She felt like she was glowing. Maybe it made sparkles come out of her, or stars? If it looked anything on the outside what it felt like on the inside... but with her earlier immobility, Archer had the suspicion that it just looked like she was standing there dumbly not doing anything.

She focused more intently when Tornado started shrieking short passionate cries. Watching Rumble quivering over her, breathing raggedly with his hips pressed close, Archer felt a mysterious power in his stillness, like something momentous was happening that she just couldn’t see. That’s when Rumble started overflowing Tornado’s cunt and Archer’s eyes widened in realization. They’d started after her, of course they would finish first! She looked to Berry, who was nickering pleasantly at Shady, the ooze of their efforts in a puddle beneath their collective groins. She looked at Tornado to whom it was still happening, the pegasus having put her head forward and scrunched her eyes shut, just spreading her wings and whimpering. Then taking big gulps of air as her entire body relaxed, sagging back against the colt who filled her.

Berry looked so serene and Tornado was... getting there. The boys atop them looked relieved as well. Sweetie was gently petting Shady’s back, reassuring him of something. Archer was the only one left. Archer was the only one who still felt needy and tense and stiff and hot and burning and penis filled. No no Tornado was still penis filled, but Archer still needed to be. She was now the horniest filly in the room, and in a good 5 acre radius considering the clubhouse’s location. All it would take is that white flooding sensation, and she could join them. Just a little more and she could have it. Just a little more...

“Apple Bloom, please...” she said in a begging tone. They both had been watching Rumble’s boy stuff, but Archer didn’t want to watch Rumble putting boy stuff in. She wanted to feel Apple Bloom doing it. She convulsed around that sweet cock one more time, starting up her hip movements before he could even react, trying to stroke him to orgasm all on her own. He surely would have joined her, but Scootaloo reacted quicker even than Apple Bloom saying, “Don’t worry Archer, I got this.”

Archer had forgotten Scootaloo was down there entirely. And apparantly Featherweight had joined her too at some point. She heard the sound of a camera flash. She‒ she was going to have a picture of what she looked like down there. She would do just about anything to see that. What a great idea!

Whatever Scootaloo did Archer couldn’t feel it, but Apple Bloom gave a guttural moan, and swung back to brace over Archer’s back. Archer grunted bracing her hooves as Apple Bloom’s hips heaved her forward strongly. Together Archer and Apple Bloom pulled sliding Apple Bloom’s cock deliciously out every inch, and together they pushed driving him in deep and spreading Archer wide again. As Apple Bloom did her over and over and over Archer’s wild eyed expression spotted Scootaloo beneath her, just the pegasus’s lower half. That lower half of Scootaloo was slick with girl cum at this point all over her legs belly and hoof. Scootaloo was... she was rubbing herself because of the way Archer looked. Scootaloo thought what was happening to Archer was hot.

Archer couldn’t stand how good it felt, just the thought of a friend enjoying what she thought would just be an awkward looking pistoning. It wasn’t just about what she wanted, but what she was, and nobody was repulsed or offended no matter how slimy Archer got or how loud she moaned. She and Apple Bloom weren’t awkward, they were beautiful! This union at their hips, it made Archer feel like she could look at her reflection in the mirror, and smile!

Then Apple Bloom decided to kiss the entire inside of her cunt again, like Archer remembered him doing before. “Ahh, yes!!” she screamed, feeling like her belly was swelling up, just as he did inside of her. “I‒ I like that!” she said excitedly, trying to encourage him, trying to slide this bigger member against her deepest walls, though the colt was much more sealed inside her now so it was hard to slide. “Do that!” she cheered. Both she and Apple Bloom were thrusting, but it was more of a pulling motion now than a sliding one, sliding but with much more resistence and firmness.

“That’s Apple Bloom getting bigger in her,” Archer heard Sweetie explaining. The unicorn was remarkably calm with all the sex in the atmosphere. Then again, so were the others, all watching her with curiousity and fascination. It made sense there were extra fillies now, because Sweetie and Scootaloo must have filled themselves before the meeting. Or at least, Sweetie seemed to have. The two new fillies ohhed in understanding at Sweetie’s words, and Rumble gave sort of a sideways smile at that.

“It’s called the flare,” Shady said informatively. Archer would have called it the migglemagoo if it’d get that boy stuff in her right away. She wanted to feel the melting feeling! Her cunt was tired of singing and wanted to sigh instead. Surely soon Apple Bloom could‒

“It means he’s about to cum,” continued Shady distracting Archer for a moment in confusion. Come where?

“Make boy stuff!” Sweetie prompted for Archer helpfully. He was really going to do it! To, to come make boy stuff in her! He was so big, and that meant he was about to make boy stuff. Boy stuff. Yes... white stuff...big glops of melty inside hot yes please please

“Please, I need it...” she begged wetly, not caring what the others thought of her being so weak like that. She could have been penetrated in the middle of Ponyville market square and she’d still do anything she could to get that amazing feeling inside her, the memory strong in her head of the melting feeling and his boy stuff bubbling out all over her; the incredible thing Apple Bloom had done with her.

“Hhhh,” Apple Bloom panted informatively, “Hhh, here it‒” Oh! is he?! “Here it ...goes! Yes!!” Yesss

Archer’s cunt was already filled to bursting by Apple Bloom’s flare. That was such a good word for it. Apple Bloom just flared up deep within her. Maybe a better word would be inside kiss. She remembered that wild throbbing his penis made inside her, and it was doing it again. Archer inhaled and pushed back in her hooves, needing that throbbing to turn into hot melting boy stuff, desperately hoping it would ...come.

Archer’s shriek as a hot spurt from the tip of Apple Bloom’s dick struck her inner passage, quenching her itchy twitchy burning flesh inside, was probably the loudest of all three of them. She knew what it was now. Boy stuff. She didn’t think she could be fuller, but when he started pumping it into her it flowed into all the little crevices she didn’t even know she had up there. She felt her insides expand, she wanted them to expand, to get that delicious boy stuff, as much of it in her as possible. There was so much! It would be just like... just like Berry and Tornado and... and Archer, before.

“Ohh, it’s gonna‒” she tried to forewarn, but she didn’t have to say anything at that point because the boy stuff started flooding out of her. “Nnnnnh,” Archer clenched her teeth as the hot goo dripped down her belly. It felt so gooood. She wanted them all to see it pouring out of her. Her lower body was filled with a singular purpose as that pumping feeling rushed through her, beneath the plain curve of her groin, made so messy by the stuff Apple Bloom was giving her. Even as the waves of relief spread through Archer along the same channels as the pleasure, she felt Apple Bloom go from stiff and powerful to sagging against her. She didn’t mind though. She didn’t mind anything.

“An’ that,” Archer heard Apple Bloom say, “Is how you cure a filly’s estrus.”

The dramatic silence that followed was quickly broken by Scootaloo’s throaty moan as she began thrashing on the floor, her hips arching upward. Archer tried to step aside but she was hung up literally on Apple Bloom. Bloom figured out the right direction though, surely not as fucked witless as Archer, and pulled backwards instead of sideways, sliding out of Archer with a plop. Shady and Berry had separated a while ago and they, Archer, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom surrounded the orgasming Scootaloo.

“Oh no,” said Apple Bloom worriedly, “We’re outta colts!”

Author's Notes:

Game over man, game over!