Archer didn’t know what Apple Bloom meant about running out of colts, more concerned with what she saw when the colt yanked his penis out of her. In particular she saw his penis and let her tell you it wasn’t just a penis. It was a big flat headed bulbous flaring monster of a penis. Just a few seconds ago, that had been pumping the boy stuff inside her! When Sweetie said he was getting bigger, she wasn’t kidding!

Archer’s insides twinged emptily, not a hungry emptiness anymore, but just feeling like she must have had a huge cavern inside of her hips. It couldn’t have been all that much room though, because every twinge made a little glob of boy stuff ooze out and trickle down her leg, and she could vaguely feel her contracted walls squishing against each other closed. But, but that was inside her! She must have been stretched so wide, it was awesome! Was there something else to be thinking about besides getting wrapped around Apple Bloom’s huge flared cock? Archer certainly wasn’t coming up with anything.

“We have enough boy stuff, though!” Sweetie pointed out, “We just have to get some into her!”

Archer had a distant look in her eyes and a silly smile, as if something was seriously distracting her attention.

“I’ll get a... a cup,” Apple Bloom said, hopping over to a cabinet.

Tornado looked over to where Archer still stood from being fucked silly, curious what the commotion was about. She walked herself right out from under Rumble, feeling her hips pulled back, until his cock slipped out of her wetly, dangling in the air as he lowered to his hooves again. She had to stop at that and regard him admiringly. It felt really good to pull him out, sort of like a note of finality, like she was done and ready to move normally again. Tornado had what her body needed. Rumble didn’t complain either, so she figured he was alright, if looking a bit dazed. She hoped he hadn’t wanted to stay inside her.

Trotting over to Archer and the orgasming Scootaloo, Tornado said worriedly, “What’s going on?” She looked down at Scootaloo, who would have had them all a lot more alarmed, if Scoots didn’t have a huge silly smile on her face, as she quivered and twitched there on the floor.

“Scootaloo needs boy stuff in her vagina,” Sweetie Belle explained.

“Semen,” Shady corrected.

“See what?” Sweetie asked confusedly.

“It’s called semen...al fluid,” Shady clarified.

“Argh!” Across the room, Apple Bloom complained exasperatedly, getting tangled up with the work table on the way back. “Stupid penis!”

“That’s silly,” Sweetie said to Shady, “Semen doesn’t even mean anything. Why not just call it boy stuff?”

Shady shrugged.

“Wow, I feel... really good,” Tornado realized out loud. Nopony had prompted her to say it, but it was just so profound she had to say something about it. She felt so relaxed; she could have just laid herself on a cloud and dozed away. Her cunny hadn’t let her get much sleep since estrus started, what with the constant itching heat and squirming. But now? It was like... a hot bath, down there, but cooled instead of hot. But not a cold bath, because that wasn’t fun at all.

“Alright I got it!” Apple Bloom said, coming up to them with cup in hoof. Sweetie took it in her magic and transferred it to her own hoof.

“Now we just fill it up with boy stuff,” Sweetie explained. She looked contemplatively at the three fillies, each in various states of post coitus. She then hoppled over to Archer, taking her hoof in her hoof.

“Archer,” Sweetie demonstrated pressing Archer’s hoof against Archer’s own groin, “Just hold your hoof like this for a minute, so you don’t leak out any boy stuff.” Archer happily complied, smiling giddily as her hoof pressed tight against her entrance, not letting one bit more of Apple Bloom slip out of there. Then Sweetie ducked under Tornado’s leg. Just, right like that, making Tornado lift her short little hind leg in surprise. She stood there on three legs in a puzzled pause, then Sweetie called out, “You’re doing great Tornado! Can you get it to come out any faster?”

“Get what?” Tornado asked very cluelessly.

“The boy stuff!” Sweetie Belle explained. “I need you to squeeze out all the extra. So squeeze, pretend you have a penis in you or... something.”

"Oh ah get it!" Apple Bloom declared. Both he and Rumble were watching what Sweetie was doing back there. Rumble seemed lost for words at what he was seeing. Tornado certainly had no idea what she was doing, but if it got the boy stuff Scootaloo needed it was fine. Wasn’t all the boy stuff on the floor though? Tornado didn’t really understand, but she brought up the mental image of Rumble’s penis in her head, and tried to remember what it was like squeezing on it in there. A weird gooey feeling melted through her down there and a “woah...” blurted out of her, squirming despite herself.

“That’s great!” Sweetie Belle cheered squeakily, “Do you have any more?”

“I don’t... know?” Tornado said, completely lost at this point. Sweetie struggled out from under her then, and Tornado saw she was holding the cup in hoof with something in the bottom of it. Too thick to be milk it was‒ oh dear Celestia. “Is that...!” Tornado whimpered quietly.

“Good idea, huh?” Apple Bloom remarked cheerily, “That is Rumble’s boy stuff. The extra keeps leakin outta you for a while, so we can use it on Scootaloo instead of just wastin’ it.”

"Now you, Archer," Sweetie instructed, placing the cup between Archer's squat little hind legs, and pushing on her round rump encouragingly.

"O-ok," Archer said, moving her hoof reluctantly away from her entrance. And then, Tornado really got to see what her own girl parts had been doing just now. A brief flood of the white goo followed Archer’s hoof, pouring out of the short little foal right into Sweetie Belle's cup. "Mmnh..." Archer said in response to that, her hindquarters winking as she tried to squeeze out all the extra. What Tornado found most fascinating about that display, was how it mirrored what happened in her own body, except surely Tornado couldn’t have as much boy stuff in her, as what she saw dribble and pulse out of Archer?

"What's goin on?" Scootaloo said dazedly, sitting up, from where she had been surrounded by the rest of them leaping into action.

"We're almost ready, Scootaloo, just hold on!" Sweetie said, fidgeting on her little white hooves, full of worry.

"Ready for what?" Scootaloo asked, standing up. "Man, that was bucking incredible,” she said stretching out. “Didn’t think I could orgasm like that.”

There was a pause.

“Scootaloo, are you... OK?” Apple Bloom asked the big headed pegasus, uncertainly.

“Fine, why?” Scootaloo said casually.

“Your orgasm,” Apple Bloom said slowly, “That didn’t make your heat worse?”

“It does that?!” Berry cut in gaping horrifiedly.

Scootaloo nodded to her, saying, “Yeah, and then you can’t stop masturbating, because it never goes away.”

“Sounds about right,” agreed Apple Bloom, “Or at least, it did that for me and Archer, and Aura... and Dinky... uh... and I did it to Sweetie Belle, here. Made her heat so bad, ah couldn’t get mah stuff inside her fast enough.”

Sweetie Belle blushed shyly at that, but she certainly didn’t deny it. Her round white little unicorn hips looked cool as a cucumber right now though, not a twinge of desperation in her movements.

“We orgasmed all over the place,” Berry asserted snippily, “But I don’t feel even a bit of heat! Why would Scootaloo have any problem?”

“Because she don’t have boy stuff in her,” Apple Bloom explained. “The stuff that comes outta a colt’s penis cures estrus, so you can orgasm all you want, and it’ll still make you feel just as relieved, if not more.”

“W-well,” Scootaloo interrupted in an embarassed tone, “Well I’m not in heat anymore. It goes away when you put your stuff in me. I should be fine for a couple days at least.”

“It’s amazing, I never knew that cum could do that to a filly,” Shady said in some amount of awe. “It felt so good to do it, too.”

“Aww, you enjoyed me?” Berry said tenderly, nudging Shady almost jokingly.

Shady just said to her bemusedly, “You’re so... hot, and wet in there, and every time you squeezed it just... wow. Whatever’s inside your hips is seriously was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“Aww, I...” Berry blushed deeply, suddenly shy before his praise, “heh....” Her hips wiggled a bit, as if she was trying to comprehend what she had back there.

“Here you go!” Sweetie said to Scootaloo, popping up cheerily but blithely, presenting Scootaloo with the cup-o-cum. “Now we just need a way to get it in you.”

“I’m fine Sweetie, don’t worry,” Scootaloo said, patting Sweetie’s generous purple and pink curls. “But what’s this stuff?” she asked, looking at the cup curiously.

“Boy stuff,” Sweetie explained, “We need to get it inside you. I hope it’s enough to fix your heat again?”

“I’m fine Sweetie, thanks,” Scootaloo said, waving the cup away. “I didn’t know you guys were so worried about me. You didn’t have to go through crazy amounts of effort!”

“Well, OK if you insist...” Sweetie said reluctantly, “All I did was take all Apple Bloom’s extra boy stuff that came out of Archer, and combined it with Rumble’s extra boy stuff that came out of Tornado.”

Scootaloo looked at Rumble, then stared at the cup with widening eyes. “Mmmaybe just a little wouldn’t hurt,” she said quickly, snatching the cup in her hoof.

“What’s she doing?” Rumble asked Apple Bloom nervously as Scootaloo flopped down, attempting to ‘boy stuff’ herself. Scootaloo gave Rumble a sly leer before pouring from the cup decadently all over her crotch. It was funny because of the way Scootaloo’s gaze of intent drifted out of focus, the moment the cum hit her down there.

“Oh yeahhh, that’s the stuff,” Scootaloo purred to herself, staring off into space and rubbing her labia with a hoof, trying to work the semen deeper into her.

“I think she kinda likes you, Rumble,” Apple Bloom whispered back to Rumble, “Your boy stuff is kinda like ‘you’, so it’s like putting you inside her. Plus boy stuff feels good, I guess.”

“Does it really?” he asked incredulously.

Apple Bloom nodded, qualifying with, “I don’t rightly know as I haven’t had a chance to feel it for myself, but every filly I put it in just went hog wild when they felt it, so it must be pretty great.”

“Can I have a little?” Sweetie Belle asked Scootaloo with a soulful gaze, “I haven’t had any yet.”

“Sure Sweetie, there’s some left,” Scootaloo said amiably, squeezing her legs together and wiggling them to smear the stuff around down there. Sweetie got on her back, and poured what remained in the cup onto her own labia, first a little drop, but then eagerly pouring the rest and smearing it around with a pleased moan.

“It’s so gooey,” Sweetie Belle said gleefully, rubbing it into herself. She paused fretfully, her leg twitched and then she added, “How do you get it inside though?”

“Dunno,” Scootaloo said, “Scootch over here let me see.”

“Sweetie Belle too?” Rumble asked Apple Bloom quietly.

“Ah don’t think she like likes you like Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom whispered, “But she does like that boy stuff. Plus mine is in there too, and I’m her bestie.” Apple Bloom had enough presence of mind to not loudly ask Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo whether they like like Rumble. Considering his status as a colt’s colt, the answer would probably be “yes” and “yes”, and not “maybe” and “yes”. Or more likely squeak and mumble.

Nevertheless, Rumble whispered confidentially to Apple Bloom, “Wait a minute, Scootaloo like likes me?”

“Oh shoot!” Apple Bloom bit out, touching hoof to forehead. “Listen you didn’t hear that from me okay?” she asked Rumble tensely, “She was gonna tell you, really, just that she found out you were... uh... gay.”

Rumble’s muzzle scrunched up.

“You’re not gay at all, are you Rumble?” Apple Bloom said flatly. It wasn’t really a question. Rumble somehow managed to scrunch even more. She grinned at him, and leaned closer saying, “You like fillies, don’t you Rumble?”

“I was just trying to–” he stumbled over his words embarassedly.

“Not get sick, I hear ya,” Apple Bloom finished for him understandingly, patting Rumble on the shoulder. “It’s O.K. ya didn’t know.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Rumble said sheepishly, “The only gay one in here is... uh, never mind.”

“You don’t wanna say?” Apple Bloom asked. “It’s not me, is it? I thought I’d be at first, but one look at a filly’s hindquarters got me going like nothin’.”

“It’s not my place,” Rumble said, “He’s sensitive about it.”

“Well it ain’t Shady,” Apple Bloom figured ,”‘cause Berry made him orgasm just as much as you and Tornado, or me and Archer. In fact the only colt who didn’t put boy stuff in a filly was...”

She turned and looked meaningfully at Featherweight, who was busily setting up for the perfect angle to capture on film the lovely heart shape that Sweetie and Scootaloo were making, the way their crotches were mashed together in the air. That’s one way to share a cup of boy stuff, certainly. They were really enjoying it it looked like, rubbing against each other and breathing harder.

From her liquid half lidded eyes, and increasingly urgent gasps, it looked like Sweetie was even going to orgasm from what they were doing. Apple Bloom thankfully wasn’t worried about orgasm anymore. It was so neat that if a colt squirted in you, apparently you could even orgasm without any problem, until you needed more boy stuff. So Apple Bloom left Sweetie Belle on her way to orgasm, along with Scootaloo from all that slip-sliding, and said to Rumble, “You mean Fea–”

“Please don’t tell him you found out,” Rumble pleaded with big wide liquid eyes.

“Oh gosh,” Apple Bloom whispered, suddenly intrigued, “He was the one they said finished early. Was it because he wanted colts, not fillies? How did he orgasm at all, then?”

“W-well, we were trying to you know, get going,” Rumble said nervously, “And Featherweight couldn’t get it up, so I kind of offered to help. I was just, you know, sucking him until he got hard enough, but we got a little carried away.

“I didn’t even think about saving semen—I mean—his boy stuff,” Rumble said, “I was just... I mean it was just what we were doing before this... filly thing. So when he came, I just–”

“He went and swallowed it all!” the bright pink Berry said in a whining tone, poking her nose, and blunt horn, right in between them.

“You swallowed it?!” Apple Bloom yelped at Rumble with somewhat splayed hooves.

“It’s not all that bad!” Rumble protested, rubbing his grey chest with a pastern. “It’s a lot easier to clean up that way too.”

“Yeah but it’s not like your mouth is getting hot and itchy,” Berry pointed out.

“I-it’s just nice, OK?” Rumble blushed and turned his grey head with its slick back mane away from the gaze of the two.

Apple Bloom pursed her lips, then asked, “Are you sure you arn’t gay?”

“I don’t know,” Rumble squeaked, off guard at having to address that question. “I think, maybe... both?”

“All I know is it was the hottest thing ever,” Tornado said, not in a pleased tone though. It was more accusing than pleased. “I’d never even seen boy stuff before or penises,” she accused Rumble, “And then Featherweight got his penis all big, and started making it! I was dripping down my legs just watching it!”

“And then he didn’t have any to give us,” Archer added softly, coming up out of nowhere. “We may have, kind of, maybe overreacted a little.”

“A little?!” came Featherweight’s voice, as the spindly little colt came sauntering over. “That wasn’t a little!”

“A-and then Tornado and Sweetie went to find you,” Archer concluded to Apple Bloom, “So everything worked out.” She was blushing embarassedly at Featherweight’s wan look, but he didn’t say she was wrong.

“Guess so, yeah,” Apple Bloom said to Archer, “I hate goin’ against my family’s wishes though. Y’all gotta be able to do this stuff without me.” The other ponies all turned their ears down, ashamedly. Apple Bloom shook her head slightly, not wanting this to be a big guilt trip. It was better if they learned what to do right in the future.

“Alright, so Tornado and Berry, I wanna let you know what you have to look forward to,” Apple Bloom said purposefully. “Which is, no estrus for at least the next few days. Boy stuff is like, super moon tea, even more than the Disc– than the regular stuff.” Berry raised a hoof.

“Uh, yeah?” Apple Bloom said. She wasn’t really trying to be a teacher here it just sort of was happening.

“Then why don’t we put the tea in our p-p- in our girl... you know?”

“We’re all friends here,” Apple Bloom cautioned, “It’s alright to call it a vagina. Say it enough times and it starts to feel normal. To answer your question, I have no idea!” she said triumphantly. Then she blinked, looking off for a second, saying, “Wow, I do have absolutely no idea! It don’t make the slightest bit o’ sense to put it in your mouth!”

Berry nodded enthusiastically, “It is weird, isn’t it!”

“Why don’t you give that a try, Berry?” Apple Bloom said. “I mean, don’t hold out on boy stuff it’s too much trouble, but just if you’re feelin’ estrus sometime later, try applyin’ some Moon tea directly.”

“But how do I get it up deep inside?” Berry asked worriedly.

Apple Bloom thought about it, but nothing came to mind. She just shook her head and shrugged, “Can’t say as I know how, sorry. Maybe that’s why they tell you to drink it.”

“How did you learn that it went so deep?” Tornado asked, “And to... to put the boy th-the ... penis” she said with a forbidden thrill in her voice, “in there?” She waved her tail at the thought, her butt behind her so pleasant feeling, together with the excitement of having a colt’s penis do stuff in there, and the boy stuff that continued to sooth her vulva, and that deep secret inside her, a passage that Tornado had never before felt more acutely than today.

“It’s a funny story actually,” Apple Bloom said to Tornado, self consciously reaching to adjust her nonexistent bow. “Believe it or not, Scootaloo kinda just, fell on me on accident. She was rubbin my new penis on her vulva because ‘It’s all softer than mah hoof’ she said, and then she just slipped. Glad she did though, because thanks to Scootaloo you girls are going to be set for exam week.”

They all glanced at Scootaloo, who was flat on her back with her legs still tangled with Sweetie Belle’s. Neither were aroused anymore though, not by a long shot. They were just lying there, giving relieved pants with satisfied smiles on both their faces. Sweetie’s smile was facing away, so you couldn’t see anything besides her upturned nose from this angle. Scootaloo facing them just lifted a hoof agreeably, panting, “No... problem... heh...”

Apple Bloom turned to stand squarely before the boys, saying, “And you three were already fine for exams, so there’s that. You might find it a little harder to study if you’re spending some time filling up fillies, but you’ll be helping them so much, I really hope you can take some time to do it. You can do it easy during first break, and then I think once more in the evening maybe before you need to fill up again. Not sure about that one.” Shady raised a hoof.

Apple Bloom facehooved, waving at him to speak saying, “Yes, Shady?”

“So, every time we uh, jack off, we can do it inside a filly instead?”

“Yeah no I simply have no idea what you’re referring to,” Apple Bloom said a bit unhappily, “Who’s Jack anyway?”

“No, it’s just a saying,” Shady corrected. “It means when you rub your uh, penis until you cum.”

“Come where?”

“...it’s just a saying,” Shady repeated disgustedly, “It means to make cum I mean, boy stuff.”

Apple Bloom nodded a little disappointed, “Alright, sorry I’m just new to this whole colt thing. So uh, y’all already knew about rubbing yourself with a filly before today, huh?”

“I only used my stomach before today,” put in Rumble, “And my hooves.”

Featherweight nudged him. “...and Featherweight,” Rumble added mutedly, blushing.

Yet Apple Bloom leaned forward excitedly. “Wait, so you do make boy stuff, even if you’re not in a filly!” she realized.

Featherweight laughed, not in a mean way, but more like he was caught off guard. “Yeah,” he said, “It’s every time we orgasm. The cum isn’t gonna not come out, just because there’s no filly there!”

Sweetie and Scootaloo had rolled apart and started wandering around, during this question and answer session. This particular question drew Sweetie over like a rabbit to a carrot. “I knew it!” she squeaked triumphantly at Featherweight’s answer. Apple Bloom just blushed deep.

“Ah uh ah’m sorry, ah didn’t know for sure, ah mean,” she uttered heavily to Sweetie, feeling kind of dumb for doubting her about that. And also a little weirded out at the idea of all that boy stuff just coming out of Apple Bloom just straight into the air. Could you even feel it if there wasn’t a vagina smearing it back onto your own dick?

“You just rub it with your hoof, or bedsheets or something,” Shady continued explaining to the blushing Apple Bloom, “When it’s big, you can jerk it up to hit your belly, and that is just about all it takes really.”

“It’s awesome,” Rumble agreed, looking at Shady admiringly as if in a new light, “It gets really messy though.”

“Not if you use a bucket!” Featherweight put in.

“Really?” Rumble said, “I’ll have to try that...”

“Now just one minute,” Sweetie said huffily, “You have to put it in a filly now. You can’t just put it in a bucket!”

“It’s his penis, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said chidingly to the huffy unicorn, “He gets to decide where he puts it.”

“But the fillies need him!” Sweetie said, surprisingly forcefully, looking at Rumble with pleading eyes. “You’re the only ones who can save them!”

“Don’t worry, don’t—uh—worry, Sweetie Belle?” Rumble said discomfitedly, pointedly looking away from those eyes, and waving a hoof at her, “I won’t let you down... I mean, them down. I was just making a mess because I didn’t know, I thought fillies were um...”

“They told us fillies would make us sick!” Shady said in a hurt tone. Sweetie’s eyes widened at that, and Apple Bloom remembered belatedly, that only she had been privy to the whole “Cooties” story. Far as she knew, no other filly at school knew about it. Just the colts.

“Can’t believe my dad would lie to me,” Featherweight said with a frown.

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom said giving him a sympathetic look.

“Yeah...” he agreed sadly.

“My dad never told me that,” Sweetie said, turning aside and snorting frustratedly. “I just started thinking it all on my own. I’m so stupid!”

“It’s okay, Sweetie!” Apple Bloom appealed, laying a hoof across her back. “You and Rar– your private situation made it seem like it made sense, by yourself. Maybe Featherweight’s dad is just thinkin’ the same thing, and is afraid of his sis-uh, brother havin’ a condition. Maybe his dad told him the same thing!”

Sweetie still looked a bit shaken, but she suggested to Featherweight, “Maybe you should ask your dad. He might just not know that fillies won’t make him angry and crazy.”

“He always gets sort of angry and crazy when I bring it up though,” Featherweight said. “I don’t think he likes me having the same sort of–”

“You should definitely not ask your dad,” Sweetie about-faced abruptly, putting a hoof up on Featherweight’s chest urgently. “Just... trust me on that one,” she added a little disconsolately.

“Please don’t tell anypony’s dad,” Apple Bloom said nervously, “Ah’m in enough trouble already I don’t need your dads tellin’ mah big brother I snuck out.”

Berry chose that moment to jump in, saying, “Let’s make this a kids only club! Even if you have your cutie mark, you can join just as long as you aren’t crazy and sick like adults are.”

“I like that idea,” Sweetie Belle said with a slow nod. Some of the others murmured in agreement, and certainly nopony was against the idea.

“Alright, so here’s what I’m thinking. Boys?,” Apple Bloom said, addressing the colts in the room. “Disc–uh–they say that there’s three fillies for every colt, and your colt stuff can knock out a filly’s estrus for at least a couple days. So, you each pick three fillies to take care of, and do it with each of them in the evening, one after the other, like after dinner maybe. That’ll get them through estrus with minimum effort on your part. And if you feel up to it, you can do more fillies in first break. Whoever looks like she needs it the most. Even if you do, you’ll still have made enough boy stuff for your evening fillies, then.”

“What if two of us pick the same filly?” Shady asked.

Bloom frowned, then answered, “Well you can switch off then, but you still need six fillies total.”

“Who are your three fillies going to be?” Rumble asked Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom blushed at that, “W-well ah mean I already have Sweetie and Scootaloo, so just one more filly on top of that... Archer probably. But I’m a special case, remember. I can’t stay a colt forever. So if I do Sweetie and Scootaloo and Archer, then turn back into a filly again, then we’ll need at least two more colts between us all.”

She sighed, saying, “That’s why I wanted you to do this so bad, because you’re real colts, and I... I might need your help pretty soon.”

“Hey man,” Shady said clapping Apple Bloom on the shoulder, “...filly,” he added somewhat awkwardly, but continued saying confidently, “Twelve manticores would not stop me from helping you. You’re like the best thing that ever happened to estrus season! Without you, I’d still be hiding in the storm cellar, instead of up here feeling like a million bits.”

“Well I feel like 2 million bits,” Berry said from the other side, leaning against Shady affectionately.

Apple Bloom smiled self consciously saying, “Aw, thanks Shady. But ah also meant that if y’know, you know any other colts, you should get them in on it too. Colts are real important since they’re so... rare...”

Apple Bloom went quiet, walked over to the clubhouse window, then stomped her hoof, “Well that makes sense now, don’t it!” she shouted outside to nopony in particular. Then she walked back to them and continued as if nothing happened, saying,

“So, you got that? You help out the fillies, you show how to do it to any other colts you know, and if any fillies try to jump you, just lick them until they’re squealing and stick it in. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” Shady said.

“This is gonna be so awesome,” Rumble grinned.

Featherweight just... looked the other direction and didn’t say anything, all quiet-like. Apple Bloom would have to talk to him about it later. Hopefully his dad didn’t have the same problem as Rarity. And on that note, she added, “And be discrete!”

Apple Bloom paused and looked aside uncertainly, as she knew her family wasn’t so cruel as to force her or anypony into estrus, and that they did care about her well-being. “Because if those older ponies got word,” she added reluctantly, “Then I’m sure they would find another way to keep fillies in estrus. So, that’s all I got to say.”

She headed for the door, saying, “As I’m technic-ally grounded and currently ‘in my room’ on punishment, can anypony give me a lift to the second story, so nopony figures out I skipped out on it?”

“I will!” Tornado said with a smile, dancing on her hoof tips giddily.

“Well thank you kindly then. Let’s go!” Apple Bloom smiled, ushering the cheery pegasus out the door, calling behind her as she left, “And that don’t mean you can disobey your folks neither! Only if you’re really sure it’s the right thing to do, like with this estrus thing.” Every foal in the clubhouse nodded at least in acknowledgement if not in agreement.

Tornado and Apple Bloom approached the farmhouse from the bushy side, looking left and right for any hardworking farm ponies who might see them. “The coast is clear!” came Apple Bloom’s whisper, and they tiptoed to the edge of the building and zipped around the corner, where Apple Bloom’s room’s window still lay open. It was a difficult, possibly noisy climb to reach, if you weren’t a pegasus. Tornado made it an effortless, silent endeavor though, with only the sounds of a filly’s exertion as she powered Apple Bloom up the short distance, huffing as she heaved Apple Bloom to the window ledge. Apple Bloom caught the window edge on her stubby little legs, tilted over the threshold, and fell in with a soft thump. Apple Bloom stood up and looked forward...

And right there standing in her room, was Apple Bloom, all by herself, with no angry grownups or brothers or sisters anywhere to be seen. The door out to the main hall was still securely closed and locked. Granny could be heard singing something in the first floor kitchen, in that horrible tone deaf voice that she loved so much that nopony ever gave her a hard time for using it. Apple Bloom relievedly zipped back to the window, where Tornado was hovering worriedly, whispering harshly and waving the pegasus foal off like a breezie saying, “Ahm in, now go go!”

Tornado saluted, then descended like a stone and took off on a dead gallop for the bushes. Soon the shuffling bushes were the only evidence that anything had ever been amiss at all. Apple Bloom turned from the window and rushed to her saddlebags, pulling out some textbooks on history and science, laying them out on the floor, placing her little notebook open to some old notes, next to the science book open to the chapter on plasmagorics. She bit out a pencil and let it lay on the paper, releasing it to let it fall naturally.

Then she leapt over and pounded on the door to the main hall, shouting, “Granny! Ah gotta use the loo!”

That was just about perfect, because the bathroom was right near the toilet room, and that let Apple Bloom take a quick shower, scrubbing herself off real quick to hopefully throw off any filly smells that her brother’s more sensitive and easily offended nose could pick up on. Once she took care of cleaning herself off, she just got to studying, for real this time.

As the adrenalin of running across the orchard—and also that other stuff—was wearing off, Apple Bloom was starting to feel pretty crummy about herself. She just kept imagining the look on her brother’s face when he found out she was deceiving him, how hurt he’d look, and how disappointed the others would look at her. Applejack hated dishonest ponies, and Apple Bloom was trying to be as honest as she could, but... some truths she just didn’t feel comfortable talking about.

It just wasn’t entirely right what she did today. Apple Bloom loved the thrill, and the whole making boy stuff thing, and the gratitude every filly felt for what she figured out how to give them. She found the task of avoiding getting caught to be a captivatingly fascinating conundrum for her brain to latch onto. But that same brain was latching onto a different conundrum, one lots more challenging than some easy scheme like how to sneak out of your room when you’re grounded. A conundrum called how to do this right without even needing to break the rules.

Scary thing is, even that second conundrum she figured out. Since all Apple Bloom could do today to stimulate herself mentally was loads of incredibly boring review and exercises, she had plenty of time to lay out plans. As the day went on, and she rolled it over in her head, some possible solutions were starting to present themselves to her consideration. If she played her cards right, Apple Bloom might even be able to change things, for the better! All she had to do was keep them from sussing what she did today, and she could get off on good behavior.

But no, dinner at the Apple Family that evening was somber as a grave. Her family’s gazes were boring holes in the table, and nopony was willing to look at anypony else. Apple Bloom’s well made plans to use her good behavior to get more time to be with fillies, were fraying apart like unstopped rope, because it appeared that no matter how careful she’d been, even with a musical number to boot, Apple Bloom had somehow been ...discovered.

“Hey can ye pass the cheese pertaders?” Granny said, snapping Apple Bloom out of her dread. Apple Bloom slid the hot ceramic plate over with a hoof whereupon Granny congenially took a potato half and proceeded to cause every senior citizen on the planet with false teeth to sympathetically hang their heads in shame. She sure was enthusiastic about eating it. Not that Apple Bloom could blame her. These cheese potatoes were the best.

But besides Granny? Applejack was just sitting there, cutting at her wheat wrapped broccoli, staring down on it and taking far too much care in cutting it into pieces. Big Mac wasn’t much better, looking down at his plate and taking too much time to chew, swirling his bread around to mop up sauce from the plate, just munching silently and resolutely. Apple Bloom figured the jig must be up, because nopony seemed to want to say anything, and they wouldn’t look her in the eye, but it wasn’t fair! Why didn’t they just yell at her and be done with it? This wasn’t anything like how her family should have operated. Apple Bloom felt like she’d done something worse’n terrible, that they couldn’t even talk to her about.

“I’m sorry—” she tried to say.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about,” Applejack spat resentfully without looking up.

“Long as you don’t do things you shouldn’t,” Big Mac cautioned, looking at Applejack.

“Like sneaking up on your siblings,” Applejack offered calmly, cutting up more broccoli.

“Like I had to sneak up,” Big Mac retorted hotly, “You wouldn’t have heard a train approachin’”

“Ah wouldn’t?” Apple Bloom asked confusedly, “Why would ah—”

“You shouldn’t try to run your sibling’s lives,” Applejack muttered darkly to Apple Bloom. “Treatin’ them like little foals,”

“Unless they’re actin’ like little foals,” Big Mac said to Apple Bloom, paying close attention to swirling his bread around on that plate.

“Little foals don’t need a stallion!” Applejack snapped, her knife slipping as she pushed down too hard.

“Why would ah need a stallion?” Apple Bloom protested loudly. “I am a stallion!”

Both Applejack and Big Mac turned to her, Applejack with an a fearful yet longing expression in her narrowed eyes, and Big Mac looking a bit more disinterested as he said dismissively, “You’ll understand when you’re older, Apple Bloom.”

Applejack took in a swift breath at that, and then practically screamed, “As if you could ever understand!” jumping to her hooves and just shaking with barely repressed anger. But she wasn’t talking to Apple Bloom at all. Applejack was staring directly at Big Mac, with an expression that wavered between hot anger, and guilt.

Granny chose that moment to speak up, saying in as gentle a voice as she ever used, “Applejack, it’s just a few more weeks you gotta hold out. We can work something out for next year, maybe some weddin’ bells ringing, ey?”

With everypony looking at her, Applejack took in a sobbing breath and said tensely, but evenly, “I’m gonna get some tea.” Then she turned around, and trotted out of the dining room, disappearing into the kitchen. Apple Bloom’s heart was aching, watching her sister trapped in such distress. Applejack had never had an estrus this bad. What had happened this year that was setting her off? Apple Bloom stood up too, to comfort her sister somehow, but she didn’t get two steps toward the kitchen before Big Mac said sharply,

“Nope!”

Apple Bloom looked back at him disbelievingly, and he closed his eyes and said, “You’re a stallion, Apple Bloom. You’ll just make it even worse for her.”

Apple Bloom gulped. She had totally... no, yes she had totally forgotten about that. She was a stallion now. She could comfort her sister so good that her estrus went away entirely! She could... no she shouldn’t even be thinking of those things. It was Applejack, a big grown pony. A little colt couldn’t— could they? Apple Bloom just didn’t know. Everything she thought about what was proper was called into question by this estrus thing. Maybe she could help after all, and maybe not, but... there was just no conceivable reason that Apple Bloom could think that being a stallion would make her sister worse. Either Apple Bloom just had to put it in and Applejack would feel better, or there wasn’t a problem. And that left only one thing absolutely sure.

Big Macintosh was lying to her.

Apple Bloom’s earlier deception didn’t feel so, bad as she asked Big Macintosh hurtfully, desperate for some explanation behind his strange behavior, “Aren’t stallions what she... needs?”

“Nope,” said Big Mac, “Not until she’s married.”

Apple Bloom scuffed a hoof, turning to Big Mac and saying, “Does she really have to be married? Couldn’t a stallion just—”

“Nope,” Big Mac said.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

“Why is it wrong though?”

“Because it leads to the ruination of society!” Big Mac shouted, his mouth hanging open a second, before he closed it and turned away, standing up and clopping out of the room, in the exact opposite direction from the kitchen.

Apple Bloom just didn’t know what to think anymore. Granny spoke up saying, “Get back to yer room Apple Bloom. I’ll go comfort her, don’t you worry.” Apple Bloom sighed, but lowered her head in submission, turning to head for the stairs, while Granny hurried into the kitchen. If Granny was lucky, she might actually reach the kitchen sometime this evening.

Unlike Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara was having a very good evening. The beautiful princess walked gracefully through her hallway into her extra room. Because she was such a good girl, her daddy gave her not just one, but two rooms all to herself. One had a stunning four poster bed, covered in the softest downy mattress, and clean crisp sheets expertly folded for her every morning by her servants. The one she strode into regally tonight had a lower set bed, with a sturdier mattress, covered in a ruby red sheet, with a brass frame and bedknobs. Diamond Tiara didn’t know what she would do if she had to make do with only one room, but she didn’t because Daddy had money, and he knew how to fool the stupid ponies, and whoever could get those ponies’ money, got to have anything they wanted. Both of them were perfect rooms for her, and both were hers, and that’s how you knew something was good.

Diamond had a mountain of plush toys in her first room, and she knew all of them by name. Her favorite was a plush deer named Mrs. Miffles. Diamond Tiara liked her best because deer were a mystical creature who lived far away in the woods, who had a noble society that never had to be mean to each other or teach other deeries a lesson. In her second room there were also some plush toys she wasn’t as fond of, mostly bears and such. They were placed tastefully around the room, to give it a certain ambience, but not really used for cuddling.

The wallpaper in this second room was decorated in large pastel letters, the first few of the alphabet, repeated in a pattern. Several of her early foalhood drawings were also presented on the walls, though now that she was a big successful grownup princess she preferred painting on canvas. Diamond placed her tiara up on a thick oak bedstand, on which a lamp was brightly lighting up the entire room with its light bulb. She leaped up on the bed, the springs bouncing lightly under her sensitive hooves.

She rolled on her back then, and curled her hooves daintily to her chest, spreading her legs so her labia could be seen from the door, sparing a smirk at just why she was in such a good mood. It was all those stupid ponies at school, who were so easy to mislead. It made her smile because she was different than those other ponies. She was special, like a princess. She never had to suffer or worry, because all her problems were already taken care of for her. Diamond Tiara was worth money, and that meant she could have whatever she wanted when she needed it. And that led naturally to the other reason she was in a good mood.

Granted, she wanted to laugh at that overstyled greying pompadour he called a mane when he stuck his head in the door. He didn’t even bother knocking, and even though she knew he was on her schedule, it was still rather rude. But that was the way he liked to do it, and the more she made things his way, the easier it was to get his money. She really wished he would keep those sunglasses on, even as he took them off as expected, because the way he looked at her sort of made her feel dirty and not like a princess at all. She certainly wasn’t in a good mood because of him. Grade-A quality douchebag, just like every other pony she ever met, especially the ones who pretended they were nice.

“What are you doing in my room?” Diamond Tiara said in a rising note of alarm. Her legs were spread wide when he had walked in, and she closed them teasingly, writhing to the corner of the bed with the appearance of cringing away fearfully. “How did you get in here?” Oh yes that sparked the fire in his eyes. This pony loved when you made everything about him sound more important than anything else. He said nothing, only climbed heedlessly onto the bed, sliding across it to reach with a hoof confidently, even arrogantly, stroking the fresh twinkling cutie mark on Diamond Tiara’s thigh.

“What a grown up little filly you are,” he said at last, his hoof teasing toward the inner thigh that she somehow managed to summon the willpower to keep closed, resisting him just enough to keep him interested. “Though not so grown up that you know what I’m going to do to you...”

She shivered at his words, using it to put a tremble in her voice, saying, “Are you going to hurt me?” looking straight into his eyes with the widest, fullest most innocent look she could pull off. He smiled indulgently and firmly pried her legs apart, saying,

“Only if you are a bad little filly.”

For a moment actual fear flared in her chest as the larger, more powerful stallion pushed her roughly up against the headboard. But Diamond knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Daddy was right nearby, and he would come and save her if she screamed. If she did scream though it would mean no money, and then she really would be a bad little filly, so Diamond Tiara was not going to scream. Just like everypony said, let the other ponies have what they want and you can take all their money, and then you will have anything you ever wanted. She struggled weakly against his firming grasp, saying,

“Oh please, don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything you want!” making sure to swish her tail just enough to have an effect on him, without him noticing. He spread the treasure between her legs like a gourmet buffet, inhaling delicately as he savored her scent. With his head between her legs, his underside was too far away for her to smell herself, but Diamond wasn’t here for her sake. It wouldn’t be long anyway, before his scent was all over the room, and all over her body.

“You are going to make me feel very good, little filly,” he smirked, “You shouldn’t think of anything else.”

He began to massage her labia, in that careless clumsy way that she wished she could correct. She wished she could yell at him in fact, tell him off, tell him that what he was doing would never make her feel anything but more and more frustrated, tell him how to touch her, and what she had figured out herself that would make her hindquarters squirm with joy. Instead she told him, “Please stop. You are making me feel funny!”

“Your feelings don’t matter,” he said, looming over her with his penis dangling and ready. “Little slut, you are nothing. All you should ever worry about is me.”

She let a tear drip from her eye and turned away from his burning gaze with a sob, saying as if it were the hardest thing in the world for her to say, “Yes... sir.” letting her legs slacken and arching as best as she could—without seeming too aggressive—trying hungrily to line him up with her entrance.

He stroked Diamond Tiara’s cheek gently, trailing underneath her chin while Diamond Tiara wiggled impatiently. Couldn’t he get started already? What was the big holdup? She just wanted to feel it at this point, had to fight to stop losing herself in the very desire that he required her not to have. It’s not like she wanted him but she wanted something! The lack of stimulation on her most sensitive parts, with a penis so close to doing it, was just maddening.

Then Diamond Tiara’s desire sunk abruptly into the pit of her stomach, when he stuck a hoof in her carefully groomed, beautiful mane, and yanked her bodily up, smacking the back of her head against the wall the bed was against. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, filly,” he said in a resentful, almost hateful tone, which brought out an actual honest whimper from Tiara. He didn’t do this last time!

But then there was his dick prodding at her labia, huge between her legs. It was going to be okay after all. Instead of sighing with the relief that flooded her when that turgid flesh finally stroked her drippy petals , Diamond hid her face in her hooves saying in a lost, scared voice, “I-I-I’m sorry...”

“Filly, look at me,” he said, gently cupping her chin again. She hesitated, not because she was scared to, but because she knew what he was going to say next, and she knew he wanted to say it. He wanted to... tell her what to do, and for her to be just bad enough, that he doesn’t have to care about her when he does this.

“You will look at me,” he said disapprovingly, in a commanding voice, “I want to see your face when I take what is mine.”

Diamond Tiara obediently turned her head up and looked into his eyes, with skillfully narrowed pupils and shallow frightened breaths. As he began to penetrate her, Diamond adopted a look of open mouthed shock, instead of the drunken smile she wanted to make, as her insides were finally spread wide. She wished it would stop there, but of course he had to keep going.

She let her eyes relax and her lips purse into an unrequited kiss, instead of the slightly pained grimace she wanted to make, when her passage reached its limit and he heedlessly pushed forward. She struggled to contain him in her hips, but good grief. Why did stallions have to be so... big? The expression on the stallion’s face was just exquisite as he did it, enthusiastically shoving his hips forward to drive himself deeper inside, his mind full of pure pleasure. But Diamond Tiara?

She tried to enjoy it, and she loved the idea of him in there, but it was just too hard to get comfortable around him. He had to be at least twice her size, and his dick was no exception to that. As much as she tried to put on a pleased face, it’s a lot more fun to suck on a popsicle than to suck on a log. He couldn’t push himself all the way in before hitting her vagina bottom thing, painfully and repeatedly. She was so full that he hardly flared at all, when he did flare. Diamond dutifully did her best to squirm around and squeeze on his penis with her sore walls, pretending she was having the time of her life, while still begging him to stop. He really liked it when she begged like that, and that meant this whole thing would be over quicker.

When he started doing it in her, a satisfied moan escaped before Diamond Tiara could hold it back. She cut off in terror, but it didn’t look like he noticed. Too busy doing it in her. Hehe, doing it. The stallion’s penis pumped inside her powerfully, Diamond’s overstuffed cunt quickly overflowing with his seed. It burbled and slimed around the source of his penetration of her, while Diamond kneaded contently at his chest, idly waiting for him to run out. She normally hated dirtying her carefully groomed coat, but when this happened Diamond just wanted to get it all over her. She loved how it trickled down her crotch onto the silk sheets, and even how it got all sticky. Sometimes Diamond didn’t even wash it out from inside like she was supposed to.

And sometimes... she would think of the pregnant mares she had seen in Ponyville. Something about the idea that what this stallion was doing was the key to making her belly huge and gravid just made Diamond want it so much more. When the stallion started ejaculating, Diamond let pleasant thoughts dance through her head of what a lovely pony her foal would be, nestled in her so heavily down there. She wasn’t allowed to do it for real, but it was nice to think about.

When she felt no more spurts jet within her, Diamond removed her hooves from his chest quickly, curling them in an apparantly nervous and hesitant manner, that her stallion would no doubt expect. Her indulgent smile was skillfully replaced with a look of horror before he even thought to look down at her again.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed sounding beside herself with worry, “What did you do?!”

“It’s too late,” he said gleefully, “You’ll never be a filly again. Your purity is mine forever.”

“Please, I was saving myself!” she cried plaintively, grabbing the bedstand and holding on tight. Sure enough, he pulled out of her roughly. It only took him two tries. She felt a hot twinge of pain as he yanked out. She hoped it wasn’t bleeding again. That was so hard to take care of.

“Nopony will ever love you!” he declared dramatically, sweeping on his sunglasses and trying to look suave when he said, “I am the only one who will touch a filthy thing like you.”

She lay on the bed limp and weak, holding a hoof out to him crying pitifully, “Please, stay with me!”

“You will see me later,” the stallion asserted confidently and coldly. Then without another word, he walked out of the room. Diamond Tiara looked after him longingly for a few seconds, until she heard the muted sounds of him and Daddy talking. She let the look of longing on her her face fall to a disgusted grimace then. That one was such a drama queen. She wished she wouldn’t see him later, but he still had money left, and whoever had money got to have anything they wanted. She just had to get all his money from him, then she could shove his attitude right in his smug face.

Diamond Tiara might have mentioned she was in a good mood, and she was, really. No really. Even having to deal with stupid ponies like him. As she lay on her belly, and played with her slimy nether lips covered in stallion cum, she cooed happily, curling her toes at the feel of it inside her. She was in a good mood because estrus made this so much easier.

The other fillies at school were so clueless about estrus, and since she wasn’t friends with any of them, Diamond Tiara could keep the secret all to herself. She wanted to tell somepony sometimes, especially about the jerks who bonked her head on the wall, but daddy said that friendship was a bad idea, and they were all idiots, so it was their fault she never had anypony to talk to. Except Silver, but she was pretty much in the same situation, so there wasn’t anything Diamond could say, that she didn’t already know. Diamond wasn’t supposed to be friends with her anyway, so had to be really careful about getting caught hanging out with her.

But that was other fillies’ problems. Diamond was special because she was glad she had estrus. Thanks to estrus, the stallions couldn’t even hold back anymore, and Diamond Tiara actually started wanting them inside her. Or at least their stallion stuff. Estrus made her body so alive to their touch. The tea to make sure a foal didn’t end up in her belly was totally worth the way estrus made her feel. It made her feel beautiful again, like she could escape to a magical land where she was happy all the time, and never had to deal with all these stupid ponies ever again. Sometimes Diamond fantasized that her real mother wasn’t even a pony, and would come one day to take her away to that place.

Diamond Tiara felt another twinge of hot pain inside her, but ignored it, focusing instead on the deliciously satisfying feeling of playing with her own vaginal lips, the right way. The way she deserved.

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