Dear Princess Celestia,
I’m sure you know the situation right now, with Discord and Apple Bloom.
I realise estrus is very important, and you can’t make exceptions for just one mare,
But given the special circumstances I feel a small adjustment might

Applejack crumpled up the letter and threw it in the pile in the wastebasket with the others. Biting on the quill in the dark of the early morning she tried again.

Dear Princess Celestia,
I don’t mean to make a fuss, but with two brothers in the house things are getting mighty difficult for me.
Whatever Discord did to Apple Bloom is just making it hard to keep myself to your teachings.
Did he have to make Apple Bloom so handsome

Applejack actually crossed out that last word before crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the pile. Her next letter she only got as far as “I promise if you just hold off estrus this one year I’ll get married right away” before throwing it in the pile. Applejack couldn’t think of anything more possibly offensive than the chosen bearer of Honesty itself lying to the Princess, and Applejack just did not have any idea how she was going to find time to fall in love next year, much less get married.

Other letters in the pile had phrases written on them like, “I was wondering if you could maybe turn off estrus a bit,” “It’s wrong of you to make mares suffer like this,” “Could you send my brother to the moon so I can get a nice fat (trailing off into scribbles),” “All I want is to be loved, is that so much to ask??” and “Do you know any hard working available stallions you could introduce me to once marriage is legal again?”

And now she was out of paper.

Applejack let her forehead smack against the writing easel. Her nethers felt so engorged that she couldn’t even practically close her legs together. Not without the need for a hot stallion to mount exploding in her brain. She just couldn’t make herself ask Celestia to do something she didn’t do for any other mare in Equestria. Applejack was quite possibly one of less than a dozen mares with a direct line to the princess’s ear, and she just couldn’t think of what to say.

The apples needed their form of estrus to fertilize their fruits, so she couldn’t just ask her to call off estrus or change the day lengths just to make it more convenient, because it’d kill the harvest. Applejack couldn’t ask her to magic Applejack into being a stallion like Apple Bloom, for a number of reasons. First off because it was ludicrous in the first place, and probably only Discord could do it. Second off, if the princess could do that then there were ponies who needed life saving treatments who took higher priority. There were whole worlds to save that the Princess could help first, and one horny mare just wasn’t worth losing something like that. And, last off, maybe just a little, Applejack couldn’t cotton to becoming a stallion because she was afraid she would never go back, after getting a taste of freedom like that, and that meant she couldn’t have no foals. Just... everything Applejack worked out, didn’t work out.

Applejack just didn’t know what to do. She looked out her door, to where Apple Bloom’s room was down the hall. Maybe if she didn’t wake him up she could–no, no that would be wrong. That would be worse than wrong. But maybe just a little, no no no. Maybe just, maybe she’d just go see if Apple Bloom was awake, you know, just to check on him. Her. Him.

Soon as Applejack walked in Apple Bloom’s room, she knew this was a mistake. This wasn’t no filly’s room anymore. Applejack was crossing her legs from the delicious musky boy stench that seemed to linger over every inch of this place. Her saving grace was Apple Bloom’s window, lifted open in the summer night, the curtains swaying softly in a cool breeze. Applejack stumbled over to it as quiet as she could and looked outside, taking a breath that wasn’t full of colt. The sun hadn’t quite started to come up yet, and it was hard to see anything out there. The stars were still twinkling overhead. Her ear picked up a rustling in the bushes, probably some critter after her root vegetables again. Nothing else broke the silence of the night.

Applejack turned toward Apple Bloom’s bed with a sense of excitement and dread. Was she really going to—no no, of course not. She would never do that. Just checking on him. Seeing if he’s awake. Maybe he got another stiffy. Maybe... no no, she was just going to touch those bedcovers with a hoof and gently nudge them saying,

“...Apple Bloom?”

There was no response so she nudged a bit harder saying, “Apple Bloom?”

Apple Bloom turned over in his bed looking at Applejack blinking his eyes tiredly, going “Huh? Sis?” in that that colt voice of his.

“Uh ah–ah–ah–ah was just–” Applejack backed up fidgeting on her hooves struggling mightily not to make a huge mistake. “Ah gotta go,” she said, retreating out of the room and returning to her bed, then just burying herself under the covers.

It was only when she started to feel calmer and more relaxed, that Applejack realized that she had her own hoof jammed right up against her swollen nethers, rubbing that tender flesh like a dying mare crawling through a parched wasteland seeks water. She tore her hoof away, and bit down on her soft pastern hard. The pain always helped clear her head. She wasn’t going to make the mistake of orgasming this year, not with what it did to her head during estrus, and to her girl place.

She felt a burning need to prepare her lady parts for somepony, but the only colt she could present for was–and, she wasn’t like that. She would just... she would just find a nice non-related older stallion, and take care of herself that way, and Big Mac would be none the wiser, and that would be the end of that. Applejack refused to believe that she wanted or even needed that... thing Apple Bloom had, that she wasn’t going to think about.

It’d all work out fine. It had to. But until it did, for all night and the rest of the morning until the cock crowed, Applejack didn’t get one single lick of sleep.

Apple Bloom, on the other hand, slept really well. Sweetie Belle smiled at that, and wondered why she was thinking about how Apple Bloom slept last night, but that’s okay because she just had strange thoughts sometimes. She was being pulled along by the ever so fast Scootaloo, whose wings propelled both of them so fast it made Sweetie Belle’s heart skip. She trusted her friend though, and Scootaloo had never made a bad decision about where to go, just scary ones sometimes.

Their quest was simple: find a better way to share boy goo besides a cup. The solution had proven surprisingly unobvious though. The initial idea of the hospital seemed like a good one, since that’s where Sweetie Belle went to have her girl parts looked at, but after spending all afternoon searching through every drawer for a syringe, every one they found was far too tiny to contain enough. Then they got caught, and they called in the police ponies again, and it was really scary. Scootaloo managed to escape, but Sweetie Belle was sent home to think about what she’d done, and her parents were very disappointed in her. Though to be fair, that’s about all they ever were in her, so she didn’t even get punished when she was honestly truly sorry for trespassing on hospital property, and endangering herself just to “get a cutie mark.”

She wanted to tell them why it really was important to her, but they didn’t really care very much anyway, as long as she wasn’t “robbing a bank.” Boy stuff was so important, she and Scootaloo had put off cutie mark acquisition to take care of estrus, and that was pretty gosh darn important. Before her bottom had started to tickle so insistently, Sweetie Belle could think of nothing she wanted more than a pretty picture on her thigh. She wanted to make sure estrus was taken care of, so she could enjoy such simple pleasures again. So, Sweetie set out the next morning, determined to find a solution, and her pearly white hooves took her all the way to the school house before she found Scootaloo.

Onto Scootaloo’s wagon she jumped, and down the road the two of them zoomed, the wind ruffling Sweetie’s mane as she held on with every bump and rut in the road. Their first destination today was the odds-and-ends shop. It didn’t have anything that looked like they could use, but it was just to check. The hardware store might have something more, but for now they were going to the dairy.

The long building that the cows leased on Ponyville land was where they sold their milk and cheese, and hopefully sold their ways to carry and deliver that milk and cheese. The barn was decorated like the other houses, but with only one story, and not a single staircase or ladder to be seen, and a brightly highlighted twin set of crossed milk bottles on the sign on their front door. Scootaloo slid her scootar and wagon sideways to halt precisely at that door and jumped off, removing her helmet and facing Sweetie Belle jauntily.

“Ah don’t get it,” Apple Bloom said quite some time later, “What did you expect to find at a cow shop, that was gonna work better than a cup?”

“Look!” Sweetie said brightly to Scootaloo, pointing up at the illustration on the dairy barn’s sign, “Milk bottles!”

While Scootaloo stayed outside, Sweetie Belle went into the front, which was set up like a store front for selling milk. There was a cow standing there who had splotches all over her in two colors, brown and white. Sweetie asked the nice splotchy cow, “Excuse me, madam. I wish to contain something that is a lot like milk.”

“Oh hello there dearie,” the cow lady behind the counter said said in a Cownadian accent, “Would you like to buy some milk for your growing bones?”

“No thank you,” Sweetie Belle said politely. “I just want the container.”

“Oooh,” said the cow pensively, “We don’t sell those.”

Sweetie stared questioningly, saying “But then how do ponies get the milk bottles?”

“We deliver them, of course,” said the cow offhoovedly.

“But how, if you don’t sell them?”

“We can give them to the ponies and pick them up later,” the cow explained. “We re-use them! Replacing a bottle costs more than the milk inside. So no, we don’t sell those.”

“I guess that makes sense...” Sweetie said unhappily, turning to leave. “Thank you for your time.”

“Any time dearie. Good day to you!”

Sweetie Belle walked out of the dairy disgruntledly, but when she got to the wagon Scootaloo was standing there and there were milk bottles inside!

“How did you get those?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed peeking under the tarp.

“Well while you were asking at the front I went around and uh, asked at the back, and I managed to be pretty uh, convincing!” Scootaloo stammered out confidently.

“Oh, thank you, Scootaloo!” Sweetie said giving her friend a hug, and to her surprise Scootaloo didn’t push her away like she usually did. Just smiled at her when they were done hugging, with a peaceful look in her eyes.

“I like hugging, okay?” Scootaloo would say later. “Yeah yeah I know, but it’s not namby pamby if it’s Sweetie Belle!”

Their next stop was going to be the hardware store, but they had their containers now, so instead Sweetie decided that they were going to go spend her allowance on something tasty, instead of something important. Scootaloo heartily agreed, and they made a beeline, along with a beelike noise, for Sugarcube Corner.

Pinkie Pie appeared to be challenging herself, by serving treats using solely cartwheels for locomotion. She was really good at it too, so she must have been practicing a long time. It was really funny too, and made both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo laugh with how silly she looked. Sweetie treated Scootaloo to a milkshake, and Scootaloo picked her usual favorite, a hearty barley rye cream, one with a vitamin booster, while Sweetie took her usual favorite which is a sweet vanilla cream with the little cherry on the top if they have them. It was then that Scootaloo made an incredible discovery.

“It wasn’t that incredible,” Scootaloo said later that afternoon looking at Apple Bloom embarassedly. “It’s just sort of obvious, you know?”

“It was so!” protested Sweetie Belle, “You solved all our problems in one fell swoop!”

“Weren’t we done with the flashbacks?” Apple Bloom remarked hesitantly.

“Of course, silly,” Sweetie Belle chided her, “This is a flashforward.”

So Sweetie was enjoying her sweet vanilla cream together with Scootaloo in Sugarcube Corner, when Scootaloo spat out what she was drinking, saying excitedly, “Sweetie Belle, look!”

Sweetie looked and saw Pinkie Pie preparing tarts with buttery frosting swirls on top. She didn’t really see the significance though, as the pony alternated between which of her four legs was holding the dessert decorator, so she could continue a sort of cartwheel motion, still somehow managing to put a neat swirl of frosting on each tart.

“I don’t see it,” she said disappointedly, looking to Scootaloo for more information, but Scootaloo was already running across the eatery towards Pinkie Pie shouting,

“Pinkie Pie!”

The pink pony stopped as her name was called but, happened to be upside down at the time. “Who’s there?” came her shout from the floor behind the counter.

“It’s me, Scootaloo!” Scootaloo said, fluttering to try to see over the counter. Her wings needed a spa trip though, so she couldn’t make it very high.

“I do not need a,” Scootaloo later said, sticking out her tongue, “Spa trip. Don’t make me hurl!”

“They’re fun though! I like it when Rarity takes me,” Sweetie Belle would soon say, but faltered a bit saying, “Maybe she can take me again, when her estrus is over.”

“Can we just get this flash...whatever thing over with?” Apple Bloom said cuttingly. “Get to the point already!”

When Scootaloo cried out her own name to the pony across the counter, Pinkie righted herself, though it sort of looked like she was refolding through her own body instead of just dropping on all fours and standing up straight. Most ponies told you not to look directly at Pinkie Pie for long periods of time, but Sweetie Belle never had a problem with it, and just found the party pony pleasantly silly. At any rate, once Pinkie righted herself, Scootaloo pointed at......

And later during the flash forward, Sweetie and Scootaloo would both demonstrate, spreading their forelegs dramatically at what lay displayed between them, shouting........

“What is that?” Scootaloo said captivatedly.

“Oh this thing?” Pinkie said, looking at the thing in her left hoof for finishing the tarts. “It’s called a dessert decorator. You push the plunger here and the buttery cream squirts out the other end and covers whatever you point it at. It’s great for filling things. It’s better than a frosting bag, because you can control the flow easier, and ensure that every little bit of delicious frosty goodness gets exactly where it needs to be!”

“Can we borrow it?” Scootaloo asked eagerly.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Pinkie laughed, “I need it to... wait”

Pinkie Pie can be really strange sometimes. Because... she squinted and looked at both Sweetie and Scootaloo, and then her eyes got really big, and then she just started laughing. Not a mean laugh like, laughing at them, and they weren’t even doing anything funny, or anything at all! Pinkie just... couldn’t hold it in, and she was laughing so hard she was gasping for breath, and rolling on the floor, pounding the tile with her forehoof desperately.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo exchanged a very justifiably nervous glance and Sweetie said, “Sorry... Pinkie... we’ll just be going then...”

“No wait!” Pinkie Pie shrieked, there on her back, stretching a hoof out toward them as she made the herculean effort to stand. “Just... I... wait right there!” and then Pinkie ran to the kitchen, abandoning any idea of cartwheels for sheer blinding speed. There was a crashing sound as some things fell out of a cabinet and bounced on the hard floor, and then Pinkie rushed back out again, except this time she had a pot on her head, and a spatula tangled in her tail and a bunch of dessert decorators wrapped in her right hoof.

“I have like four spares,” Pinkie said indulgently, shoving the bulky contraptions at the fillies. Scootaloo just took them, but Sweetie was hesitant, wishing she hadn’t bought those milkshakes after all. She didn’t have much leftover after that.

“How... much?” Sweetie asked looking at her little hip purse with trepidation.

“Welllll,” Pinkie said, looking up and doing a few quick hoof calculations, “It was pretty top quality, so I’d say 10 seconds should cover the cost, so that means you still have 37 seconds of store credit.”

Sweetie just stared blankly.

“You made me laugh, silly!” Pinkie said to Sweetie with a smile. “I love laughing! The (snerk) decorators are on me.”

“But how... did we make you... laugh?” Sweetie asked haltingly.

“It’s best not to question it,” both Scootaloo and Pinkie Pie said in a simultaneous deadpan.

There was a pause.

“Hey!” Scootaloo and Pinkie Pie both said.

“Stop it!” they said in unison, except Scootaloo was shouting at Pinkie. Scootaloo gave a frustrated look and fussed about for a second before exclaiming,

“Tyrannosaurus!”

at the same time Pinkie said,

“Blarnoflamphawitz! Oh no! You got me.....” And then Pinkie clutched her heart and started to lose her hooves, falling one way, then another, groaning in a way that didn’t really sound very painful. She finally decided to die on top of Scootaloo, who pushed Pinkie Pie away as the dying pony leaned heavily against the filly, and Scootaloo was the one now who couldn’t stop laughing. Where Pinkie Pie got a fresh lily wasn’t clear, but by the time she was laid out peaceful and serene, Scootaloo was dancing in triumphant, hyperactive glee and actually jumped on Pinkie Pie’s chest and snarfed up the lily, then gallopped out of Sugarcube corner when Pinkie sat up suddenly, clutching her bitten off lily stalk going, “Hey!!”

Scootaloo didn’t return then, which was kind of odd, but Pinkie Pie didn’t seem surprised, just sort of sad looking. “Don’t forget these,” she said to Sweetie, pointing at the fallen decorators. “And tell your friend that she’s not in trouble I promise, and I would really really reeeeeally be happy if she would come back in and finish her shake with you.”

So Sweetie nosed the decorators to roll across the floor out Sugarcube Corner and to where Scootaloo was waiting by her wagon. They loaded them up, and Sweetie explained to Scootaloo what a sensitive pony Pinkie is, and how she needs Scootaloo to not run away from her, even if Scootaloo is in trouble, which she’s not. It sounded better in Sweetie Belle’s head. Scootaloo agreed though, all too happy to when she remembered her half eaten shake.

The two of them were fed and happy on their way back to the CMC clubhouse. Pinkie was a very smart pony, because Sweetie Belle couldn’t pull the wagon this fast, only Scootaloo could, and that meant Scootaloo had to eat a lot of food and always make sure to finish it. Once in the clubhouse, they deliberated on what to do about Apple Bloom.

“She wants to obey her family!” Scootaloo asserted unusually supportive of, well, obedience in any shape or form. “We can’t just tell her to run away.”

“She’s going to be totally stir crazy!” Sweetie countered, “She’s been in that room all day! And we need her help.”

“Can’t we get another colt?”

“Well, um,” Sweetie said disappointedly, “I sort of... wanted her to be the one we could try it on. I want to see what her... flare looks like.”

“Oh,” Scootaloo said with an unreadable expression on her face, “Yeah, yeah I want her to be the one too.”

“We can do it with Rumble later,” Sweetie asserted, “He needs to have all his boy stuff for the last of the fillies in class. But for now, we need to find a way to get—Apple Bloom!!”

Scootaloo lifted her head up at the change in Sweetie’s tone of voice, when she said Apple Bloom’s name. Sweetie was already gallopping for the clubhouse door, where a surprised looking Apple Bloom, in all that dreamy colty goodness, had just trotted up. The three of them were soon together, with Sweetie and Scootaloo on either side of Apple Bloom, nuzzling her warmly and walking with her into the club.

“How did you get away?” Scootaloo asked admiringly.

“Are you in trouble?” Sweetie asked worriedly.

“No, no, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom corrected, “Everything is fine. This is how it went.”

“So mah sister and Big Mac are kinda... fightin’” Apple Bloom pondered, sitting there on the clubhouse floor, “And it’s... about me, ah think. Maybe. And about my sister’s estrus. You know, I never noticed until this season, but she’s been getting real upset about it, this time, and every time I see her trying to walk normal it just makes me wince thinking about what she’s going through.”

“Is she getting... mean?” Sweetie asked worriedly.

“No, no,” Apple Bloom waved a hoof dismissively, “She’s gettin’ like... sad, or somethin’. And my big dumb brother is just makin’ it worse, so they’re fightin’. Anyway, they were fightin’ like I said, and must’ve been arguing about me or something, because Big Mac comes stompin’ up to mah room where I’m going off the wall trying to find somethin’ to do, and he just says I can go play, just like that.”

Apple Bloom looked aside then, saying, “Applejack was right nearby, and she said she didn’t believe Big Mac had the uh... balls to do it. And Big Macintosh just said there was no problem, and that my sis was wrong about him, and that I had to be home for evenin’ chores. Then he told me to be real careful and watch out for mares and... then Applejack gave him a look and he clammed up and just walked out into the orchard to buck trees.”

Apple Bloom lifted a leg to look underneath her, adding, “Ah never understood why ponies who are brave have balls. These things make me lots more worried than brave. You gotta be careful with them!”

Scootaloo looked like she wanted to comment, but Apple Bloom stood straight again, saying, “And that’s mah story. Now what are you two doin here, and what’s with all that junk?”

One short antirecap later, the two fillies triumphantly exclaimed, “Dessert decorators!”

Apple Bloom was still thoroughly confused. “But why decorators?” she repeated, “You gonna decorate mah penis or something?”

Sweetie Belle burst into helpless giggles at that, so Scootaloo took over for her saying, “No, we’re gonna use it for your boy stuff!”

Apple Bloom boggled. “Boy stuff?!”

Scootaloo nodded, “Sure, here, lemme show you.” She paused, and then added, “And get on your back so we can all see you, down ...there.”

Apple Bloom did so amiably, not exactly sure what Scootaloo was going to do that involved her penis and a dessert decorator, that didn’t involve decorating her penis. Scootaloo didn’t even use it at first, just lay the decorator down and walked up to Apple Bloom. She stopped short staring, when she realized she was just casually walking right up to Apple Bloom’s boy parts.

Apple Bloom smiled nervously, looking down at her own boy parts saying, “It’s... pretty hot, huh?”

“Still can’t believe you have those... things...” Scootaloo said tenuously, “I mean, balls! You have balls! What does it feel like to have those things?”

“It’s not all that different, actually,” Apple Bloom said, “The penis is, I mean, way way different, but the balls are uh... well you know how your labia have two kinds of lips?”

“Major and minor, right?” Scootaloo asked.

Sweetie Belle piped up, reciting as best as she could, “The labia majora mostly cover and protect the mons pubis from losing moisture, while the labia minora protect the inner structures from damage such as the urethral... I forget the rest, and also the clitoris.”

“So, imagine your outermost lips, right?” Apple Bloom said, carefully poking her scrotum with a hooftip as she thought about it. “But instead they’re like, sealed together, so they make a bag and don’t sit on both sides of an opening.” Both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle felt underneath them, not so much to masturbate but just try to feel their outermost vulva and imagine what Apple Bloom was talking about.

“So, now imagine that this bag is lower and looser, like bigger, and there are these two hard round things in them, with a sorta squishy part on one side,” Apple Bloom continued.

“Yeah, this is really weird...” Scootaloo said, imagining as best as she could. Just, sealing up like that and plumping out with two... hard round things...

“Those hard big round things are your balls then,” Sweetie Belle said in fascination, reaching out a hoof towards Apple Bloom’s crotch.

“Hold it!” Apple Bloom cautioned her. “They’re real fragile-like. You best not use your hooves, because I whacked them too hard once and ah felt like I was gonna throw up.”

“What do we use then...?” Sweetie said, tilting her head in confusion. When she realized, she straightened up real quick, and her face lit up red.

“I-if you want, I mean,” Apple Bloom smiled accedingly, “I just don’t want hooves gettin’ near the things.”

“I really really want to feel your hard round... your balls,” Sweetie said intensely, her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths, “With my mouth.” Even as she said it, her little white furred lips pursed slightly as if in anticipation.

“Oh man, you’re gonna do that?” Scootaloo said excitedly, jostling next to Sweetie, to watch the progress of her lips to Bloom’s balls. Apple Bloom was watching both fillies with interest, and thinking about her own balls, and feeling her penis within beginning to stir from the attention.

“We have to get her penis out,” Sweetie Belle said practically, “Plus I already almost did it with Shady and the fluffing. Pluss they smell really good and I... I want to feel what Apple Bloom has.”

“...do y’all need my penis in you?” Apple Bloom asked her warily.

Sweetie Belle wasn’t so much paying attention, so Scootaloo answered for both of them, “We’re gonna make you make boy stuff this time,” she pumped a hoof, “Outside!”

“R-really?” Apple Bloom uttered surprisedly. “But I caint just waste it. You two might be feelin estrus again!

“I’m O.K.” Sweetie said unconvincingly, nosing at Apple Bloom’s ballsack and sniffing headily. “The Moon tea does help me for a little at least. And what we were thinking is to have your boy stuff going into Scootaloo later, after it has come out of your penis so we can see it.”

Apple Bloom leaned back on her elbows more, as Sweetie’s hesitance gave way before her urges, and she tentatively lipped at her scrotum. Sweetie pulled at the wrinkly vulva-like but boy smelling skin, and sure enough there were clearly two generous globes in there, sliding loosely against each other inside the fleshy sack. When Sweetie captured one of Apple Bloom’s testicles gently in her lips and extended her tongue to press on it, well... Apple Bloom’s erection was pretty much a done deal at that point.

The strange feel of this slippery orb excited Sweetie, even more than the fact that Scootaloo was watching Sweetie’s scrotal explorations with fascination. Sweetie noticed something then with a shock, losing her grip on the testicle so it dangled down loose again. Then she stuck her nose right in between the testes, burying it in Apple Bloom’s scrotal sack, despite Apple Bloom’s surprised squawk.

Apple Bloom’s shaft was soon all out on display, and already starting to swell, and it was already making her think about putting it in a filly. That’s just what she felt like doing, with a craving for the caressing moisture of Sweetie Belle’s vagina, or the amazing tingling heat of being within Scootaloo. Just having her hips pressed up against them, remembering them urging her to fill them with boy stuff.

She remembered the tense fear when she thought she couldn’t fit, back the first time. She remembered not minutes later just pushing in and out so enthusiastically that when she orgasmed it was easy to make sure she shoved up to Scootaloo’s core in order to deposit it in there. And she remembered not even knowing what the heck she was depositing, only that it kept coming out of her in powerful bursts of hot wetness.

Sweetie pulled her nose back, saying passionately, “I could feel your penis move underneath there, when it was coming out!”

Apple Bloom gaped distractedly at Sweetie Belle. “A-ah guess you could. That’s really cool!” She was already remembering doing it in Sweetie though, that rough time they were having until Apple Bloom caused her to orgasm, and then Sweetie was as easy to penetrate as a greased pig, but so tight she just hung on to Apple Bloom in there. Apple Bloom remembered how amazing it felt to have Sweetie Belle all around her, while her dick was pulsing out boy stuff.

“C-c-can I?” Scootaloo said, looking at Sweetie imploringly, “With my lips I-I mean, it’s okay right?”

Sweetie looked at Apple Bloom, who just nodded, then Sweetie backed up from Apple Bloom’s groin. Scootaloo squeezed her little orange figure in place, and just inhaled from Apple Bloom’s crotch heavily, her lips gripping and pinching wetly on Apple Bloom’s scrotum as she discovered just how fun that was. Seeking out his balls, Scootaloo said, “Wowl,” when she found just what they felt like, exploring them with her lips, mouth and tongue. It made Apple Bloom ache to be touched, and almost unconsciously put a hoof on her stiffening penis, stroking it with the soft fur of her pastern, every touch making it stiffen further.

Sweetie left Apple Bloom’s balls and joined Apple Bloom’s hoof in its effort, nosing at her shaft in that exciting alien fashion you feel when someone manipulates your penis who isn’t you. “Oh Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said lovingly, as Sweetie’s tongue came out and began to caress Apple Bloom’s turgid flesh. “Oh Celestia, Scootaloo you’re... you’re so careful...”

She didn’t really know if she was making sense, as a lot of her blood was going to ensure her member’s turgidity. “I think it’s workin’” she said to the two breathily, “I feel like... I really wanna put it in you and just go, make it all squirt into you.”

“Unh...” Scootaloo murmured, her hoof already having sought out her labia behind her.

“I want you in me too,” Sweetie Belle said seriously, “In and all over, with your boy goo just pumping and pumping. We have to put our needs aside, for this experiment you must make your boy stuff... outside.”

“I want it in me,” Scootaloo said almost offhandedly, adding more intensely, “I want it in me. I feel empty already. I-I hope I can hold out because... I also want to see it.”

“I... I wanna see it too,” Apple Bloom huffed. “Y’all feel so amazing, squeezing around it all wetly when ah’m pumping out boy stuff, but ah ain’t never done it without it in you before. Shady said ah could, an’... it won’t waste anything on account of it’s goin’ in you later.”

Scootaloo went to stroking Apple Bloom’s penis with her slick tongue, while Sweetie alternated with her gentle hoof, saying, “You got big inside me all three times, Apple Bloom. You flared. That would be so cool to see I think. When I saw you when you... pulled out and you were hanging there all big and stuff, it was amazing.” Sweetie Belle started planting kisses one after the other from the base of Apple Bloom’s shaft to its bulbous tip.

“I think that’s about right,” Scootaloo said suddenly, her licking turning to a firm stroking of Apple Bloom’s shaft as her other hoof brought to bear the dessert decorator. The pegasus closed one eye, lining it up with Apple Bloom’s dick critically, before exclaiming, “See? They’re like exactly the same size!”

Apple Bloom was panting pretty hard, but she still managed to understand what Scootaloo was getting at. “That... so...?” she said hotly, jerking her dick against those gripping hooves.

Scootaloo went back to nuzzling Apple Bloom’s penis with her face, saying excitedly, “So when I stick that inside me, it’s going to be full of your boy stuff. Mmm, and when I orgasm with it up deep inside, I can just put your boy stuff where it’s meant to go. That means I can orgasm however much I want, and I’ll have... something big to squeeze on...” Scootaloo lost hold of the decorator, the penis that was making Apple Bloom shiver and groan taking up her entire attention.

Sweetie Belle started tonguing the preputial ring, almost curiously, like she could figure out its purpose with her tongue alone. Scootaloo was nuzzling the tip, and even sliding her hot wet mouth over it just tentatively. And Apple Bloom just couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Her two best friends were so into her that they would lick her all over down there, making her twitching jerking length feel so amazing. She felt loved and wanted and so gosh darn horny.

Just watching Scootaloo with her eyes rolling back as she humped against the floor, hungrily running her tongue—hungrily. Running her tongue, not because she was trying to make Apple Bloom feel good, but because she needed Apple Bloom so bad. Apple Bloom knew that she could, and she would help her friends, and she loved that they knew it too. She loved feeling needed, that they needed her so much; they needed what she had within her to give to them.

Boy stuff.

“A-a-ah think–” Apple Bloom stammered, feeling like she was going to explode, like her penis was going to... to get big. She wanted to get big. She stared at her own cock, with her friends stroking and rubbing it, the irregular trickles of fluid from its tip lubricating their efforts, making her nerves tingle and her muscles twitch. She tried to will it to do just what she felt it was going to do. There was no filly she was inside, just the warm summer air with only the lightest pressure and stroking on her dick, none of that firm squeezing that a filly’s vagina did to her. And yet... and yet she wanted to... she was going to, if she could just... just a little...!

“Ahh!” the hot cry of arousal and relief, and somehow triumph escaped Apple Bloom’s chest, as the blood surged in her penis. Right there before her, with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle seeing every inch of every second that it happened to her... her penis got bigger. Her penis got way bigger. Apple Bloom’s hips bucked up as the tip swelled and flattened before her eyes, just like it did inside the filly, just like it did every time, yet now she was seeing it. Seeing that flat cylinder balloon outward like an obscene cone, seeing her shaft go from fully erect, to... to something else. Her friends couldn’t even continue their stimulation, just gaping at the majesty that was emerged from Apple Bloom’s crotch, their own passages clenching sympathetically as they imagined that swelling ballooning that they saw happening instead inside them.

Wild horses couldn’t have kept them from tackling Apple Bloom’s flared penis then, fighting each other to taste and feel it with their secondmost sensitive body parts. And the amazing thing then, as they hugged her throbbing penis between them, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle started kissing each other, locking lips and breathing through their nose, just tonguing each other and hotly pushing faces together.

Apple Bloom was honestly feeling kind of... left out. She hungered to be in there, buried nose deep in cock, and kissing Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo passionately. Just the thought of her lips touching Sweetie’s made Apple Bloom’s dick smack against her belly, and holy Peanut Butter Celery did that feel good.

Apple Bloom tilted back and spread her legs, trying to make herself as accessible as possible, so they would keep stroking her and licking her and maybe even put it in. She had to sit back away from them like that, to make sure it worked, but Apple Bloom promised herself that next time she was going to do it in them face to face, and kiss them on the lips as much as she desired. Scootaloo was nosing at the top when she noticed the trickle of lubricant escaping Apple Bloom. Scootaloo looked closer, saying excitedly, “Is this where it comes out?” Y-you’re gonna make it come out from here?”

“Y-yeah I holy–!” Apple Bloom said in agreement as Scootaloo poked her tongue right against the opening flicking over it, even as Apple Bloom helplessly supplied more sweet pre to excite Scootaloo and slide along her tongue. “G-gotta... do it...” Apple Bloom bit out, the rushing tingle building within her.

“Wait wait!” Sweetie cried, letting off and running for the milk bottles. She held the bottle in her two hooves balancing carefully and trying to line it up with the hole that she had seen the pee come out from. None of them knew whether that was the hole, but well, it was the only hole. As it drooled fluid from the very tip of her penis, right where it would get deepest inside a filly, it was pretty obvious. Trouble is, Scootaloo didn’t want to leave it alone, mumbling and lipping at the pulsingly slimming and swelling head of Apple Bloom’s penis.

Sweetie had to gently push her aside, but soon the opening of the milk bottle was in a position to catch what might emit from Apple Bloom down there. Once Scootaloo had been nudged down to stroking her tongue along Apple Bloom’s long broadening shaft, “Okay!” Sweetie exclaimed eagerly, “Go go!”

“Ahm... tryin...~!” Apple Bloom champed urgently, watching the unicorn preparing that bottle for... for whatever was going to happen, watching her own penis and wondering what it would look like. She kept feeling that tingle, and just not quite making it over the edge. It was driving her crazy! “You gotta rub more-oahh!” she urged, the shaft in the grasp of the two fillies jerking against their hooves with an uncontrollable almost orgasm.

“Rubbing... yes!” Scootaloo crowed, scrambling forward to splay her legs out and push her hot drooling nether lips right against the side of that shaft. “Nmmh Sweetie Belle come on, do this,” she urged holding Apple Bloom’s penis and rubbing her groin up and down it like a pole. It would have been enough to work, just that alone, but when Sweetie Belle tangled her hind hooves in Scootaloo’s, and Apple Bloom felt both of them squishing against her on either side. Those soft wet luscious lips Sweetie had where her own legs came together, those hot tangy powerful lips Scootaloo had. Apple Bloom could... she could tell them apart just by what was touching her penis. They were both so unique, and she was surrounded in... in... Apple Bloom felt her orgasm coming, and fast.

“Milk...bottle...” she bit out urgently, her breathing deepening as the waves of pleasure began to crest higher and higher. She had been inside those labia. She remembered their familiar touch, that soft but sure stroke that– it was– she had to! Apple Bloom just cried out as she tilted over into orgasm, saying “Milk bottle! Hurry!”

Sweetie missed the initial throbbing pulsing reaching for the bottle, but Apple Bloom and Scootaloo saw every second of it. Scootaloo felt it before turning around, pumping against her labia, jerking regularly in that incredible wonderful rippling pulse that Apple Bloom could not stop! Apple Bloom’s amazing dick let out a hot thick spurt of white goo so powerfully that it overshot the bottle, and splattered over Sweetie’s shoulder onto Apple Bloom’s chest.

The wide eyed unicorn tilted the bottle to a better angle then, and Scootaloo held Apple Bloom’s penis steady all three of them staring in utter fascination as Apple Bloom pumped pulse after pulse of white semen from her penis’s tip into the bottle. Apple Bloom couldn’t believe she was doing it. It just looked too awesome to be a thing her body could even do. How was she getting so amazing and big, and rocking in ecstasy and pumping so hard spurt after spurt? It was too much! A greater wonder than Apple Bloom could ever ask to lie between her legs.

Her penis kept pumping even after the spurts died to a trickle. The throbbing tingle that rushed through her with every pumping motion started to let off. Soon Apple Bloom and her two friends were surrounding that turgid dick of hers with both anticipation and relief. Apple Bloom exhaled loudly, tilting her head back and letting her rump slump back flat against the ground. “That was–!” she panted at a loss for words. “–something else!” She felt chills going down her spine from the incredible feeling of doing that. Licking her lips dryly, she looked down at Sweetie who was still holding the bottle against her dick uncertainly.

“That’s... that’s it, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom concluded. “Ah gave you every drop I had in me.”

“Every bucking drop,” Scootaloo said indulgently, resting her cheek agaist Apple Bloom’s softening penis and stroking it lovingly. Sweetie went to cap the bottle, but gaped when she looked at it.

“Wow...” Sweetie said holding it up wonderingly, “Look how much there is!”

Apple Bloom looked closer, and sure enough she’d squirted out enough boy stuff to almost fill the darn thing, all the way up to the point where the bottle started to taper. “Dang,” she said, “Didn’t know it was that much.”

Scootaloo grinned at the sight of the bottle, visions of greater things dancing in her head. “That’s awesome! That’ll be plenty to fill me up!”

Apple Bloom nodded relaxedly, watching her dick going limp against her lemon yellow belly. “Are you going to get started then?” she asked amiably. Scootaloo shook her head. Wha?

“No, we have to be careful,” Sweetie Belle said, “We need a colt nearby with boy stuff in case it doesn’t work. So Scootaloo and I well, we were talking with Rumble while we were cleaning up, and...”

“He totally said he’d do me!” Scootaloo said in an excited squeak pushing on her cheeks like a silly fangirl.

“Alright then, that sounds pretty nice!” Apple Bloom said with a smile. “When’s he coming over?”

“Oh, um,” Scootaloo looked down, saying, “T-tuesday.”

“He said he had to do something today with his brother,” Sweetie explained, “And exams are starting tomorrow, so Scootaloo was going to do Rumble on Tuesday.”

“It’s almost exam time,” Scootaloo admitted, “And if he can cut out the estrus of Bee Bop and Key Lime, then that’s two more fillies who can concentrate. I get him on Tuesday though, and on Thursday Shady said I can have him.

“You’re smellin’ pretty sharp though, Scoots,” Apple Bloom said looking at the pegasus’s nethers with concern. “You don’t need anything until Tuesday?”

“Nah, here’s the thing see,” Scootaloo hefted the milk bottle with Apple Bloom’s boy stuff in it, saying, “If I test this stuff I should be fine, and only Sweetie will need help, but in case it doesn’t work we need a colt who knows how to do... both of us.”

Apple Bloom paused, then gasped, “Oh you mean me! But I just did it I ain’t gonna be ready for a while.”

“You’ll be ready before Tuesday though,” Scootaloo countered, “And then I get to have you and Rumble.”

“And Shady,” Sweetie prompted.

Scootaloo nodded. “It’s gonna be totally awesome. I want to know if it feels different with different boys.”

“And you, Sweetie?” Apple Bloom looked to the unicorn filly.

She smiled and said, “If all goes according to plan, you will put it in me directly, after Scootaloo uses your stuff that you saved. And tomorrow I am going to do exams, and then... I want to show Button...” She blushed and fidgeted adding, “By myself. I want to show him all by myself, then surprise him by saying you taught me it, and then I can introduce you to him.”

“When are you going to be ready to squirt out more stuff?” Scootaloo asked. “Will you be ready by this evening?”

Apple Bloom nodded, “I’ll make sure to have a good lunch, and hold off until then. How are we meetin’?”

“Let’s meet here,” Sweetie said, “We can meet before dinner. I can just tell my parents I’m going for a walk, and Scootaloo can tell her parents that too, right Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo twitched, saying, “Oh, right, right. Totally easy to sneak away from them.”

“Might not be that easy for me,” Apple Bloom said, “Mah brother doesn’t know what to think about the whole colt thing. But he did an about face today, so maybe if I’m on mah best behavior I can get out without too much trouble. Before dinner, you say?”

“That’ll be the easiest,” Sweetie Belle nodded, “We can’t do it too late because we want to be alert for our exams tomorrow!”

Scootaloo just rolled her eyes.

“What are you going to do with the ...boy stuff in the meantime?” Apple Bloom asked, lifting a hoof and swishing her tail a little unsettledly. “I don’t know how long it can keep if it’s warm, as it’s sort of like milk.”

Sweetie Belle simply closed her eyes and pulled from across the room her lunchbox. Her special lunchbox. Oh. Ohhh.

“You are a genius, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom exclaimed approvingly as Sweetie opened up her magically chilled lunchbox, completely emptied of ice packs, and placed the milk bottle in there, alongside five other empty ones. They fit just perfectly.

With that problem decidedly solved, and great plans for the future, the three friends left the clubhouse to see if they could find themselves an adventure.

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