She couldn’t buck Scootaloo off, and neither did Sweetie Belle want to, because as much as Scootaloo was teasing her, Sweetie Belle must have been really aroused, because she didn’t feel tickled at all by Scootaloo’s tickling. The tickling just made her stop bucking, and she groaned exasperatedly at the pegasus messing with her folds. Except it came out as a lustful, needy groan, instead. She really didn’t want to stop feeling this way.

“You... are shameless, Scootaloo!” Sweetie tried to admonish, but it was hard to sound effective when Scootaloo was touching her so nicely. Her burning nethers welcomed the hoof strokes, in tingles that made her entire bottom shiver. Apple Bloom was just laying there on her back on one of their prepared protective mats, looking at Sweetie and Scootaloo with amusement, her hooves folded and her gleaming cock dangling above her. Sweetie looked at Apple Bloom’s cock, still dripping wetly with–wait, Scootaloo had just been on that penis. If she hurried, Sweetie could have Scootaloo’s girl stuff inside her again!

“Okay okay I’ll do it!” Sweetie gasped heartily. Scootaloo let off of her then, and true to her word, Sweetie went to climb back on Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle didn’t have the emotional reaction Scootaloo did though, just a singular burning need. The excitement of being so intimately close to Scootaloo, having Scootaloo indirectly inside her, was secondary to Sweetie Belle’s surging need to breed with this pony she straddled, to perform an act she understood on every level, except perhaps the consequences of it. Once she’d centered that wonderful penis on target, Sweetie Belle resolved to never let it go until she was bursting full of boy goo.

Yet Sweetie almost leapt right off Apple Bloom’s penis, when it did slide inside her, her flesh parting around the cock with that smooth slippery motion of a filly in heat. It felt somehow more electric, every place it touched. She couldn’t even inhale, just gape at Apple Bloom dumbly. He was doing boy stu– no he wasn’t she felt–no she– what was with his–her penis?! It felt so different! It was making Sweetie tingle so much more, and...

Sweetie Belle inhaled at last, then groaned so deeply that her voice shook with passion. It felt like he was doing it, but just a little, just enough to quench her like a spray bottle on hot cobblestone. “What did you do?” she asked looking down at Apple Bloom with big eyes.

“Wh-whut?” Apple Bloom said hazily, looking back at her with a dumb confused expression.

“You did it! But you didn’t!” Sweetie almost shrieked, her hooves braced on Apple Bloom’s chest. “You made boy stuff you... you did...” she lay her head against Apple Bloom, Sweetie’s hips surging strongly to slide that colthood along her tingling walls. And that made it better/worse! “I can feel it!” Sweetie begged, and just started bucking against Apple Bloom mindlessly, lowly moaning out, “Ohhhh... mmmnh...” as she pistoned him in her again and again and again!

When Apple Bloom began surging against her, Sweetie pushed Apple Bloom’s chest away, making absolutely sure that she never ever stopped thrusting her hips down on her penis. With her hips churning, Sweetie braced against him, gazing down into his eyes. She didn’t know how she looked, rocking on top of him like that, but the way he was looking at her. Apple Bloom had his eyes half closed, and his mouth was hanging open and huffing out harsh breaths. Sweetie could tell that he couldn’t even think, he was so aroused. Something was making Apple Bloom so eager, that it was making his head spin.

That something was Sweetie Belle.

And seeing that was making her eyes dip closed and her breath huff out as Sweetie hunched over him. She was making him that way, and that was making her that way, and that was making him that way! Back and forth, their arousal was resonating, like a swelling orchestra, stroking inside her like the bow across a violin. Surely now they both looked like Scootaloo had, when she had squirmed so sexily above Sweetie Belle with need. Not just the incredibly sexy Apple Bloom, but both of them. Both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle must look that good, because of how good it feels!

They were doing it together. Sweetie almost felt like they were one pony, like she was the one controlling Apple Bloom’s bucking hips with her vagina’s squeezing stroking, and Apple Bloom’s penis was making Sweetie bounce up and down on it, like it wasn’t Sweetie even doing it. The pleasure that penis was giving her was making her do it, over and over again. Apple Bloom’s hooves had wrapped around behind Sweetie, and he was pulling her against him, even as Sweetie was pushing him away from her, in a perfect balance only disturbed by their writhing hips, determined to slide that penis until it–

The flare made both of them moan as one, the hips beneath Sweetie arching upward against hers as Sweetie trapped him as deep inside her tummy as she could. She felt his swelling member kissing her in there, and kissed it back with the juiciest squeezes she could muster. She was losing control of her squeezes though, and that meant only one thing. Sweetie Belle was about to orgasm.

It would be a crime not to orgasm with that glorious penis inside her. She imagined it ballooning outward, just like she’d seen beneath her hooves, expanding hugely before her very eyes. She looked at her broad hips where only the base of Apple Bloom’s penis revealed what was embedded in her. She couldn’t pull Apple Bloom out of her very much anymore. She was just too full inside. Inside her belly, his penis was doing that.

She didn’t–she couldn’t have that much room inside her! Not for that flare! Yet her jerking, excited bucking against him was only getting him more ensconced in her moist depths. They were hardly even thrusting anymore, just pulling back and forth against each other needily. The tingle was building in her tummy fiercely. Just a little more, and Sweetie could explode and ripple on him and scream and buck and–

And then a jet of semen burst inside her.

Sweetie Belle came like Marvin K. Mooney

Author’s Note: what is wrong with me

Sweetie Belle couldn’t even feel her legs when it was happening. She couldn’t feel her lower torso, only her delirious pleasure at the convulsing vagina within her. The stretching gooey sticky spurts of boy stuff. More! More! Her channel was turning from tight and hot to thick and gooey. She was a jelly donut and he was filling her with jelly. She may have fallen against Apple Bloom, pressed her soft white belly against his squirming yellow belly, she couldn’t even tell. Sweetie Belle was only made aware there existed a world outside her cunny at all, when that goo started to splurt thickly out of it, trapped in-between their bodies.

It made Sweetie Belle cough-gasp wetly. It made Sweetie Belle smear it on her needy labia, on her whole belly, on every inch of fur she could reach. It made her sob with joy. It made her– just like Scootaloo! She was shuddering and sobbing incoherently, unable to come to her senses as every nerve was singing to her, writhing on Apple Bloom’s belly. She was so melty inside she felt like she was boy stuff, just going to melt into a gooey white puddle from the waist down. And then–!

Apple Bloom in the meantime was seriously reconsidering whether she wanted to become a girl again. Because she just did that to Sweetie. What colt could make Sweetie do that besides Apple Bloom? Apple Bloom wanted to feel what Sweetie was feeling so bad, but if she was the only one who could make Sweetie feel that way, what right did she have to make Sweetie give that up? Could she put up with being a colt forever? Could she resign herself to the less than mind blowing, yet heady, powerful, and pleasurable feeling of pumping semen into a filly, as she did it again and again and again?

Not that she was seriously complaining about feeling like this.

With her dick throbbing, pulsing, pumping, with her cum rushing through every inch of Sweetie Belle’s cunt to smear out between both of them, Apple Bloom was feeling more like a colt than she’d ever been. It just felt so right to do this, just hug her tight and arch up and let the eager pumping fill this unicorn. And as every spurt made Sweetie scream louder, bucking insensate against Apple Bloom’s chest, the heart aching delight at seeing that happen to Sweetie Belle made Apple Bloom wonder just how much she cared whether she felt like a filly at all. And then–!

Scootaloo remained right there watching the whole thing happen. She just felt a huge sense of awe and relief. Awe at what Apple Bloom’s semen did to her best friend, and relief that the two of them would be lucky to remember their own names after an orgasm like that, much less any stupid sappy pegasi who were being totally dumb and uncool, not that there were any like that in this room. Nope. Not a one. Never happened.

Walking behind them, Scootaloo got front row seats when Apple Bloom started doing Sweetie Belle. It was impossible not to understand why Sweetie Belle’s rump mashed so heavily against Apple Bloom’s, because behind them curving out of the unicorn’s soft white vulva, seamlessly into Apple Bloom’s torso, was that thick penis, framed by a tight ball sack. A tight yellow fuzzy ball sack that was part of Apple Bloom now. Sweetie Belle’s orgasm was so beautiful and apparent. Scootaloo could easily tell as Sweetie went limp and crazy up there; her convulsing vagina was right there, flexing powerfully around Apple Bloom’s cock. Scootaloo’s own twinged sympathetically at that display, not in a needy, but in a hearty, boy stuff filled, sympathetic way.

The base of Apple Bloom’s penis started flexing and relaxing in a rippling motion. Scootaloo could see it, even before the boy stuff started coming out. Just pumping that goo into the quivering unicorn so deeply that—at first—not even a drop came out of Sweetie’s tight bottom. It just all kept going inside. When semen did begin to drool out around that penis, it pulsed out in the same rhythm of the way that penis was flexing, and of Apple Bloom’s eagerly jerking tail. Sweetie’s flesh was quivering wherever the stuff touched. Scootaloo couldn’t help it. She just had to reach forward and smear it around, making Sweetie squeal when Scootaloo’s hoof rubbed that semen along her sensitive soft pelvis, making Apple Bloom groan as Scootaloo’s touch started the penis spasms going strong again. Scootaloo couldn’t help it she had to... to...

She licked Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. It was so sticky and slimy and hot. It was wonderful! It was a filly and a colt, it was both! They fit so perfectly together. Apple Bloom calmed down despite her attentions, but Scootaloo didn’t care. She just wanted to taste her, the sweaty ball sack, to explore the bizarre penetration filling up her friend, the curve of penis that was so Apple Bloom inch after inch, until suddenly it was Sweetie Belle’s flesh, and her pinkish white, blushing crotch’s soft curve. Sweetie Belle cried out softly as Scootaloo’s tongue transferred from hot penis to soft unicorn pelvis, and her entrance started to spasm again. Scootaloo just petted the unicorn softly above her tail and hugged both their slimy groins to her face.

Sweetie roused presently, full to bursting of Apple Bloom’s penis and semen, a pleased coo escaping her chest as she realized where she was again, and what state she was in. There had even been a tongue at the end: even with Apple Bloom’s penis in her too she had still felt a tongue sliding along her distended labia. It must have been Scootaloo licking them. Sweetie lifted up from Apple Bloom again, looking down at her— at his dazed expression, with a warm friendly feeling swelling in her chest. Then she lifted his head up and closed her eyes, pulling their lips together into the softest, gentlest, fullest kiss. Apple Bloom tasted like Apple Bloom. It was perfect.

She broke the kiss then, turning on her side from the waist up. She held her crotch down tight to keep ahold of Apple Bloom’s softening penis as long as possible, but she did manage to tilt to her side, leaning her head lazily on her forehoof and looking at Scootaloo saying, “Those licks you did were really nice.”

Scootaloo smiled nervously, saying, “N-not too weird then? I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with me y’know, because you already had the penis?”

“I don’t think licking ever felt better, than when Apple Bloom’s penis was already in me,” Sweetie said admiringly.

“Really?” Scootaloo said brightening, “We’ll have to try that more then!”

“About that,” Apple Bloom said ominously. “Now that you got your boy stuff, I was hoping we could talk. About... us.”

“You are my best friend, Apple Bloom” Sweetie said happily, nuzzling Apple Bloom in the chest. Her smile faltered when Apple Bloom slipped out of her at last, but she continued nuzzling and cuddling close.

“And what about me?” Scootaloo snarked.

“You too,” Sweetie said without looking up. “You’re both my best friends.”

“How many best friends do ya got?” Apple Bloom asked the dissheveled looking unicorn. She looked silly when she tried to be all serious and contemplative with her sweaty mane hanging around her face like that.

“Hmm,” Sweetie said, “There’s Rarity, and there’s you and Scootaloo. And... that’s it.”

Something about what Sweetie Belle said was terribly sad. Apple Bloom sighed. “That’s kinda what I want to talk about. I love what we been doing, but... hey c’mon Scoots, lay with me and Sweetie.”

Scootaloo did so without hesitation, the gentle feeling in her cunt making her just ache to be stroked and touched. She got so huggy with boy stuff in her; it was weird, but it was kinda fun to be like this, without feeling vulnerable or skittish. She and Sweetie were hugging each other over Apple Bloom’s chest, each sitting on one side of the she-colt. Apple Bloom wrapped her forearms around their shoulders and held them close, continuing.

“You two are mah best friends too,” she said, “And maybe Archer. I wanna find more about Archer’s friend Dinky too. And Rumble and Shady seem pretty cool. But they ain’t been with me through thick and thin for a whole year like you two. Ah’ve never been more glad to have friends than you. But,” she tightened her hug on them, “We could be the best friends in the whole wide world, and that won’t stop you from needin’ boy stuff.”

“Not really following, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said honestly, luxuriate in the feel of her warm close friends touching right against her, but still pretty clueless about what Apple Bloom is trying to say.

“Ahm not gonna be a colt much longer,”

“Oh,” Scootaloo said mutedly, looking down at the boy chest she leaned against.

“Y’see the problem then,” Apple Bloom continued more confidently. “Just like Discord to sow discord among us. When ah trade up this dick of mine for a vagina again, it’ll be hard on us. I won’t be able to give you two boy stuff anymore, and ah’ll need it mahself.”

“Do you have to?” Sweetie said unhappily, clinging to Apple Bloom’s chest protectively. “I mean, maybe you could just... not ask him?”

Apple Bloom sighed, and both of them could feel it. “Sweetie,” she said somberly, “You remember that orgasm you just had?”

“Do I ever!” she smiled, squirming her legs together.

“Are you okay with me goin’ mah whole life without ever feeling something like that?”

Sweetie stilled and got quiet.

“But you orgasm too!” Scootaloo protested. “I mean, I’m totally okay with you being a filly, but being a colt is fine too!”

“Heh, well it’s something alright,” Apple Bloom agreed. “I won’t deny it feels real good, and I never felt quite as, I dunno, smug in mah tummy when I pumped that stuff into you. But ah think my orgasm is only like a quarter as long as when ah was a filly. It’s I dunno, less excitin’. You see me doin’ it I just sit there pumping away for a bit, and soon as the last squirt gets out of me my orgasm is over and done.”

Sweetie actually lifted up off of Apple Bloom’s chest to stare at her astonishedly. “You mean you don’t keep orgasming after you’re done pumping?!” she exclaimed squeakily.

Apple Bloom shook her head. “It’s weird, I know! I just can’t keep it up it’s like tryin’ to hold onto a bunch of wet noodles. And then ah can’t even do it again!”

Bloom sat up straighter, prodding at her sticky groin with little to no effect. “The way ah feel right now this thing might as well just be an elbow. It’s just I dunno, boring!”

“Then why don’t colts have a problem with it?” Scootaloo said almost defensively. She sat up too, the three of them facing each other now, making more of a circle of sitting filliesfoals than a hot dog shape. “They must get something out of it.”

“No estrus for one,” Apple Bloom said with a laugh.

“But you said it!” Scootaloo pointed out, “That’s boring!”

“Lots of folks like boring,” Apple Bloom said, “You know how hard ah had to try to convince those colts, before they’d even so much as stand next to a filly without freaking out? Ah think colts are just that way. Plus there’s less of ‘em, so even if only a few ponies like boring, then that’s enough for them all to be colts.”

“Plus it’s not like they have any choice,” Sweetie added lightly, “There’s not supposed to be magic to change you from a colt into a filly.”

“Mah situation is like a million on one ah think,” Apple Bloom agreed, “I could’ve just as well ended up as a chicken than a colt tryin to deal with that particular individual.”

“Still, it doesn’t sound so bad being a colt,” Scootaloo put in thoughtfully. Apple Bloom looked at her curiously, and was going to say more but then the alarm clock started ringing.

Apple Bloom hit the ringer, thanking every pony god (even Discord) that they’d thought to put it there. She couldn’t imagine how bad she’d feel if she lost her family’s trust again.

“Okay, quick we got any spills?” she said, looking around the clubhouse floor. It was pretty messy and smeared around, but they kept it mostly to the mats at least. “Scoots, you get the mats clean. Sweetie you get a sponge for our hips. Ah’ll get any spots that the missed the mats.” They did so and Apple Bloom didn’t even have to ask Sweetie to go to town on their crotches. The enthusiasm didn’t really surprised her, but Sweetie still had the gentlest touch of the three of them, and a good attention to detail that made sure they weren’t going to wake up in the morning with dried sticky fur. Scootaloo was the fastest, and really efficient at swiping off the mats and mopping everything up with soapy water. As the saying goes pegasi take to water like a duck to water. The three of them finished and were about to leave, but before they did,

“So to make it quick,” Apple Bloom said hastily, “Ah like bein’ a colt just fine, but I want to be a filly again, and ah’m going to be a filly again, and what we need to do is get all three of us a nice colt to take care of, so he can help us with our estrus in return. So all this puttin’ mah boy stuff in you has got to stop.”

Their ears wilted a little at the thought of it.

“You had enough of me anyway,” Apple Bloom insisted, “And I wanna take a satellite role so I don’t make any filly too terribly coltless when ah do get Discord’s shindig dispelled. You two need to put other colts inside you from now, and try to find one you like, and uh...” she blushed adding, “If you could scout ‘em out for me, ahm gonna need a lotta help at first as a filly, because I caint put a boy in me now, so there’s no way to prepare.”

“You really thought this through,” Sweetie said admiringly, if concernedly.

“I totally see your point too,” Scootaloo added. “I don’t want to get stuck in estrus again, and we haven’t even tried any other colts yet.”

“I wonder if they feel different,” Sweetie said with an indulgent grin, her ears perking up again. The three of them shared an eager conspiratorial smile.

Apple Bloom slapped them on the back, Sweetie a bit too hard making her stumble and squeak. Oops. Actually that was kinda adorable.

“Well okay then,” Apple Bloom said, “We’re done here and that’s all I have to say. You two get back to your families too before it gets dark. None of us wanna be late for dinner or worse, in trouble, so, so long, crusaders!”

“Seeya, Apple Bloom!” they both said in unison.

Apple Bloom was the first out the clubhouse, and she turned back to hear Sweetie calling “Bye Scootaloo!” in the distance. Then Apple Bloom sped up to a brisk trot, the acres whizzing away as she saw the lantern lit windows of her farm house approaching.

It was hard to find Scootaloo all weekend. That filly was always so busy with something. You’d think she’d just be hanging around the playground or the jungle gym, but she always seemed to have something to do on the weekends. Rainbow Dash was glad to catch Scootaloo by Sunday afternoon. Dash was heading for some important business, when she saw the filly far below, pulling along a load of paint buckets and rollers in her wagon. Correcting her course, Rainbow Dash swooped down.

“Hey squirt!” she shouted fluttering up beside the scooting pony. “Whatcha up to?”

“Hey sis!” Scootaloo said excitedly, “Me and Archer are getting 30 bits to whitewash the Second Chance soup kitchen!”

“Wow, 30 bits a-piece?” Dash asked surprised.

“No, 30 bits total,” Scootaloo said somewhat mollified.

“Well still,” Dash continued, “15 bits is a lot of money for a filly! What are you going to do with it, buy a new scooter maybe? No offense but your old one is getting a bit shabby.”

Scootaloo kept riding a while, then said, “Yeah, totally! I have one already picked out.” She flashed Dash a cheeky smile.

“Hey, could you hold up just a sec?” Rainbow asked, and Scootaloo eagerly pulled up to a halt in front of the pegasus. She looked up at her while Rainbow Dash tried to find the guts to say it. “Yeah uh, so,” she fidgeted looking away, “So, you remember how I promised you flying lessons soon as the summer kicked in?”

Scootaloo was silent, so Rainbow Dash risked a glance, and the filly wasn’t looking at her anymore, just looking down at the ground. “Y-yeah?” she asked at last unenthusiastically.

“Well it’s just–” Dash bit her lip hesitantly, cringing inwardly at the shabby state of Scootaloo’s wings. “I mean, I–” Dash felt so cold inside then, because Scootaloo looked up at her and her eyes were just... empty.

“It’s okay Rainbow Dash,” she said apathetically, “I know you’re real busy. Maybe some other time.”

She turned to scoot along, and Dash said quickly, “B–busy?! No, what? No that’s not what I meant at all!” Scootaloo paused, and Rainbow Dash went on, “It’s just, I mean I have to, um, talk to you about your wwwwyour estrus! I just wanted to say, you didn’t have to make it, if it’s too bad! I hear estrus came real early this year, and so if you’re not up to flying lessons I will totally understand.” Rainbow Dash smiled. Nailed it.

Scootaloo turned to her with life in her eyes again, but a look of outrageous shock! “Are you kidding?!” she squeaked. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world! You you think I’m gonna let some big dumb estrus stop me?” She smiled again, a real, genuine smile this time. “Don’t worry I’m totally still up for it,” she said with passion, “Tomorrow, right? After the exam! Just like you said!”

“Er, right!” Dash said confidently. “I’ll give you a week of assessment, and then maybe once a week workouts, with exercises for you in between, and we’ll get you up in the ...air in no time!” Assuming Scootaloo wanted to spend even one day on this, after Rainbow Dash said what she thought about her wings, that is.

Scootaloo actually hopped off her scooter to give Rainbow Dash a hug. “This is so great, Rainbow Dash! I mean, sis!” She didn’t even hug other ponies usually, so it was weird that she was getting all up close to Rainbow now. Not that it was a bad thing or anything, but Dash didn’t really know what to do in this situation. She wasn’t sure it was healthy for the kid to be ignoring her real family for sake of her perfunctory sister.

So, Rainbow Dash just awkwardly put a hoof around the kid instead of hugging her tight and said, “So, meet you at the uh, skate park after exams.”

“I am so there,” Scootaloo agreed cheerily, pulling back and jumping on her scooter. “I really gotta get going though, Miss Charity doesn’t like to wait.”

“It’s really nice what you’re doing for all those homeless ponies,” Rainbow Dash said fluffing her wings out to take off herself, and also stall. “I didn’t take you for a charitable pony.”

Scootaloo laughed, “Yeah, all those homeless ponies you know.” There was an edge to her laugh that worried Rainbow.

“Is it a school assignment?” Dash asked cautiously.

“Yeah, yeah it’s a school assignment,” Scootaloo said, “Lots of extra credit, so I’ll see you later, sister!” She buzzed off without another word, leaving Dash standing there a moment, feeling strangely unsettled with their conversation.

“...huh,” she murmured softly, then took off into the air, heading along to her original destination, which was totally not a cloud to nap in. Her unsettled thoughts followed her along the way.

Meanwhile unhappily alone, a little unicorn filly aptly named Dinky trod aimlessly down Oak street in Ponyville. Every step she took compressed her labia together and made them slide along each other, like a devilish creature were back there stimulating her. It was better than standing still though. The weekend was almost over, and Dinky had thought she’d be ready for exams tomorrow, but as the days passed and her incredible experience with that yellow colt grew further away, her nethers began to reawaken with a vengeance. Every time she closed her eyes she could feel that incredible pistoning that had taken her breath away. Every time she so much as glanced at her crotch she could see crotch back then, prone, helpless, spread out and penetrated that penis going deeper and deeper inside her. It was amazing that she had a place down there that a penis could do that to, but somehow she had ended up at a loss to find the yellow colt to do it with again.

School was out, so asking Archer was out of the question. Dinky would ask other ponies, but she was so awkward around them that it just took too much willpower for her to so much as introduce herself, never mind asking for directions. Dinky had been filled in her own bedroom too, and she had no idea where the colt went afterwards. Now that she knew she had a place in her like that, she wanted to fill it over and over again, and she couldn’t, so all she could do was wander around town, a lost filly in a sea of strangers, searching through legs and behind moving carts for those few familiar colors that she could recognize.

At this point she would take any colt. Dinky wondered if they would mind if she just ran up and put them in her. Probably. It was sort of like hugging, and that certainly wasn’t something Dinky could just walk up, and do to somepony. They’d get mad at her or think she’s being weird or, or like her mother. Maybe she was like her mother in a way, but unlike mom, Dinky knew better than to trust her own instincts. The only trouble is, that left her without any pony to hug, and without any colt to hug with her inside place.

Looking at her, you wouldn’t know a filly in distress. Dinky smiled easily, probably the only emotion she really could express. When other ponies smiled at her as they passed, she smiled brightly back, because that’s what they want to see from you, before returning to a blandly neutral expression. She’d gotten really good at smiling and even laughing with practice, but struggled with other things like anger or fear, emotions that didn’t have good instructions on how to express. There certainly were no instructions on how to express this heated burning between her legs, that made her hunch forward slightly, and kept her tail pretty much perpetually in a curved up position. She knew not to expose herself totally of course, because that’s something stupid ponies did who didn’t know anything about how to interact in polite company. She hated those stupid ponies, who didn’t care about others’ feelings, and she didn’t want to be like them.

The eager twitches she felt inside, just aching to wrap around a penis again, made her legs wobbly and it was hard to hold her hips steady. So she swayed as she walked, and she walked instead of standing still. Her face felt flushed even though she wasn’t embarassed at all. Her butt felt flushed. She hated that butt. It was making her go look for a colt she had no idea how to find, because she couldn’t stand the urge enough to leave it alone. Now that she knew she could put a colt in there, it was so much more intense, like her disoriented painful confusion had suddenly become very clear in focus. It was such a simple formula, and it was one she was about willing to break walls down in order to accomplish. But breaking walls wouldn’t help anything since she didn’t have the one thing she did need, which was a colt.

There were a noticeable lack of colts walking around on the street ever since this estrus thing started. Or stallions for that matter to a lesser degree, but just the thought of a stallion made her tremble in fear and disgust. Disgust because she could imagine all the horrible ways she could screw it up. She’d be too happy for him and he’d look at her like they looked at mom and run away. Or she’d try to say hello and just find herself unable to so much as squeak seeing his unfamiliar face looking at her critically. Or he would smile at her like her newest daddy, and tell her that she needed to drink more of that stupid tea, like she was a little filly who was too dumb to understand what she wanted.

And then there was the thought that if he tried, stallions were so much bigger than colts, and Dinky was so short even for foals of her own age. He’d probably try to put it in and she couldn’t stretch herself big enough, so he’d just push her forward without penetrating. And then he’d just roll his eyes and tell her she has to wait until she got to be big and strong.

This hypothetical stallion that she would be too shy to approach.

Dinky found herself walking up the hill to school, even though there would be nopony there on a Sunday. Trying the doors, she found them securely shuttered. She sighed, leaning the blunt tip of her horn against the wood, as if that would somehow ease the tension she felt. From the schoolhouse, Dinky came to gaze down the hill, trying with her limited vision to spot a colt of some sort. They were harder to find than ever it seemed, not Rumble, nor Shady nor any she could think of, as if they were all off hidden somewhere doing something private with somepony else.

“Oh, I just don’t know...” she said fretfully to nopony in particular. She would not finish that sentence. “I need to find a colt,” she said, “But how?” No logical answers were presenting themselves. She closed her eyes and said “I just wish... I wish I could find somepony who could make me feel like that again. I wish... huh?”

Dinky opened her eyes and lifted them up, and of course she couldn’t see it, but she was pretty sure her horn was lighting up again. It was that unmistakable sparkly feeling flowing up her spine and out her forehead. Nothing unusual for a unicorn her age, but unlike most unicorns of her age, she didn’t have the resources, or the parenting to know what she was doing. Dinky only knew it was lighting up at all, because the last time she felt this way in her head, she’d gone and looked at her reflection and seen a whitish golden aura around her horn. Just like the instruction book had said, Dinky’s aura was the same color as her eyes, those rare colored eyes her mother had mysteriously gotten, just as mysteriously as her mother had given birth to a unicorn. It was something of a source of pride for Dinky, that she could make such an unusual light. It was a color that, before she existed, her mother could never share with anypony who wouldn’t look her in the eyes.

Dinky closed her eyes again and thought back to the exercises she’d read about. Calm your thoughts and find your center, it said. The book didn’t say anything about just how difficult that was to do in estrus though. She felt like she was being pulled back into her own vagina. Her ‘center’ as far as she could tell had moved from the center of her chest right back to the place in between her legs. At least she knew that twinging feeling was her vagina now. That it was muscles in her bottom trying to clench around a penis that wasn’t there. It was a hot aching tension that she couldn’t relieve by stretching out her legs or thighs or stomach muscles. No, only something in there could stretch it out, a fact that yellow colt had demonstrated for her beyond her wildest dreams.

The more she closed her eyes and calmed herself, the more worked up she seemed to get. It was such a contrary feeling. Every bit she relaxed was readying herself, preparing for the moment that a colt would push into there and burst inside her with that soothing cream. The more she relaxed and loosened up, the more she was ready to close down on something like a vice. She... she wanted to hug somepony, wanted him to hug her while he was doing it, so she could hug him back with her special insides. She felt a hot drop of fluid trickle down her leg.

Dinky opened her eyes, huffing in frustration. This wasn’t working at all. It would have been great if she had a colt, but all she was trying to do was focus her magic to figure out what it was doing, and her desire to satisfy her butt was making it just impossible to even think. She looked down the hill toward Ponyville where her home lay, where she would find bitter tasting soothing tea and kind hugs waiting for her. But they weren’t special hugs. Something about having a colt inside her turned hugging from merely pleasant, to absolutely mind blowing. Whatever triggered her in there had made every touch all over her body so much more pleasurable and, more important somehow.

If only it had lasted. But almost three days later, Dinky was feeling as hot and shaky as ever. It’d still been spectacular and it sure beat a remedy that only lasted a few hours not entire whole days. But Dinky needed more. And to get more she had to find that colt, or, find a colt who was willing to give her more.

In a rare display of emotion that wasn’t smiling or fear, Dinky stomped her hind hoof against the packed dirt and shouted, “Errrgh, where are you, stupid boys?!”

Her horn surged, and her anger fled before concern. Her magic seemed to be feeding back on itself somehow, and she wasn’t sure it was supposed to do that. Of more concern, it seemed to be getting stronger, and quickly. Thinking fast, she tried to dislodge whatever it was in her horn with a good whack of her hoof. The book didn’t say anything about that, but it was how her daddy got machines to stop whirring sometimes, so she figured it would work for her. She was surpised as a bright flash erupted from her horn and threw her back into the dirt. The um, spell thing hovered in front of her in golden filigree, coalescing as it drifted towards the ground curling around as if searching like it were some kind of sinewy creature made entirely out of light.

Then it leapt into the ground entirely and a trail of light emerged from that spot heading along the ground not into town, but towards the west wood. Dinky looked over that way thoughtfully, as she had heard it was a place that foals liked to hide in to get away from the prying eyes of adults. Well, ‘heard’ in the literal fashion; Dinky had just been standing around the corner, listening to some fillies talking with each other about it. Would the colts be literally hiding in there? She looked down again and the trail at her hooves was already fading, so Dinky hastily stood up and booked her tail in gear, following it at a gallop hoping against hope that she had somehow cast a spell that would give her what she needed.

It was difficult to follow once she reached the woods. It didn’t follow a particular hiking trail, or travel around trees or bushes but just kept on going straight underneath, making her have to dodge left and right to get back on track. Worse still, it was dimming as the magic within it ran out, and she didn’t feel confident that she could bolster its power without disrupting it entirely. However, it soon became apparant that Dinky was not going to have to follow her spell anymore, as her ears perked at distant sounds. What sounded like very excited colts.

Dinky’s heart pounded as she realized it had actually worked somehow. She had never read of a spell like that. Simple levitation was easy enough and the book had a very nice introductory light spell that let her both practice her magic and keep reading after dark. That thing had been something else though. She shook her head and tried to focus, creeping forward at a more sedate pace, her hoofsteps making soft crunches in the leaves as she came closer to the colts.

What if it was Featherweight? Oh she couldn’t say a thing to him without his acidic wit tearing into her and sending her running for solitude again. Colts were so intimidating, and her quivering heated insides just made it even worse. She was always afraid of saying something dumb or acting out of place, or ruining her chances by putting off someone who would otherwise have been her friend. The last time she spoke to that adorable Shady, she had started talking about the use of leftover hoof clippings to make adhesive and he just sort of tuned her out, and it wasn’t until half a day later that she realized she’d screwed up. The only other colt in her class Green had said something about Dinky’s mother, and really he was right, but it made her afraid that he’d think the same way about her, so she just walked away stiffly when he said it.

What she really wanted was a colt who she could approach without fear of screwing up or looking bad in front of him. Somepony she could make mistakes with and he wouldn’t hold it against her, and nopony would give her a bad time for saying something wrong to him or accidentally making him feel bad. Not that dreamboat Rumble! She couldn’t even say hi to him without tripping over her own hooves. Somepony less popular maybe, just a nice colt who would—

That was when Dinky got close enough to make out just who was making noise. (Them?!) Dinky thought. (Why would my spell lead me to them?!) She cast her ears around but she didn’t hear any other noise. Just those two. They had to be the dumbest most foolhardy colts in school. Everypony knew about them, and their half witten antics to gain attention. They were so careless of how others thought of them. There was one time they even threatened the entire town with death by bear. Pretty much nopony liked them after that.

She was all ready to turn around and give up, when the gears in her head started turning. They were like professional screwups. Compared to them, Dinky was practically a saint! Nopony liked them, and they were all gross and dumb, and there was no way she would care if she ever screwed up around them. No way she would care if she ever screwed up around them. She could say the stupidest thing in the world, and they could reject her for it and tell her how stupid she was, and she could just say that they were stupid right back, and she’d be right! These two were...

They were...

Perfect...

She began trotting forward again, wincing as she crunched on a leaf and going slower. She didn’t want to scare them away after all, but her groin would feel better faster if she hurried, but she didn’t want to screw this up. She fought her way through bushes and came upon a clearing presently, led to from a trail opposite to her, that Dinky hadn’t been fortunate enough to find. There, she saw two familiar colts by the name of Snips and Snails. The ones who loved the Great and Powerful Trixie, and brought strange things in for show and tell. But what made her gape in astonishment is what they were doing.

Snails had a beatific look on his face, with his hooves up on the shoulders of the shorter, squatter Snips. And from Snails’ pelvis was jutting a truly impressive manhood. He was grunting and moaning with feeling because that penis coming from him was going right into the other pony’s... mouth. Moving in and out of it in a sliding motion, just like that colt had done inside Dinky.

If Dinky had been aroused before, now she was burning up. Her heat flared so hotly that her knees crossed, and she couldn’t choke back the lustful moan that emerged from deep within her chest. She slid her hoof underneath herself there, so desperate to be stroked where her dampness was increasing. She then cut out a gasp and forced herself to stop, because the colts in front of her had stopped doing their... mouth thing and Snails was turning his gaze around nervously. They had heard her! Of– of course they had heard her. She wanted them to hear her, because she needed them to help her. She needed their help inside her so bad.

Dinky walked forward into the clearing unthinkingly, if purposefully. “Hi! Sorry!” she said brightly, not even caring if she sounded stupid or weren’t respecting their unspoken boundaries. “I couldn’t help but see you!” Her smile came easily. She felt unbearable inside, but the answer was staring her right in the face and that alone was enough to make her want to laugh giddily. She didn’t though. She didn’t want to scare them away with her weird fillyness and oddity.

“Ha,” Snails said turning to face forward again away from Dinky. “It’s just a filly!” he uttered slowly, his hips resuming that irresistable rhythmic rocking motion.

“Hmm mmm mmm?” Snips said around Snail’s cock, his head tilting ever so slightly to get a better look at Dinky. Oh Celestia his penis was out too. She could see the tip of it below his squat belly, the flat head where the boy stuff comes out. If that tip was pressed against the bottom of her insides, then he could– again! She could almost feel it in her already.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Snips,” Snails cautioned gently. Then he said somewhat less gently over his shoulder to Dinky, “You don’t scare us! You can use your estrus thing to make our penises come out all you want, and we figured out the trick!” He got more excited as his words got more excited, humping into Snips’ mouth enthusiastically.

“No, please, wait–!” Dinky said desperately, not sure how to approach the situation. What was Snails accusing her of? Somepony must have lied to him, lied so that he wouldn’t put it in her! “What did I do?” she begged unhappily.

Snips gave this exasperated sigh, halting his thrusts and turning his head to face Dinky again. “You used your estrus to make our penises come out,” he explained slowly and patiently, “But you can’t make us feel bad anymore because we can use our mouths.”

“I–I’m not making you feel bad!” she protested, shifting on her hooves uneasily.

Snails rolled his eyes, and just started thrusting very slowly and smoothly, “You are because,” he insisted, “Your smell and lifting your tail and sticking your butt at us makes our penises come out and makes us want to put it in something. But there isn’t something to put it in! So you’re just being mean to us. We (huff) we beat your lil filly game!”

Dinky caught herself half turning her butt around to do just that, and a cold shock went through her as she realized what she was doing. She hadn’t even wanted to do that; she just automatically started lifting her tail and pointing it at them, as soon as the thought crossed her mind. Was doing that hurting colts? She forced her tail down and squirmed her hips miserably. “No,” she denied, “I wont do that I promise I just I need your help please!”

“You’re just saying that to trick us into stopping from doing this,” Snails insisted. “Well, you can’t fool me! I don’t care if you don’t like it, because I’m going to do it, and then so is my friend!”

Something about this wasn’t adding up. Dinky shook her head fiercely, trying to shake some sense into it. How could she get that thing inside her? Was she hurting colts? She wasn’t! That colt said it felt good! Why did they think she hated them? This gorgeous combination of man meat was just impossible to hate she just needed a little... a little something...

“I do like it!” she asserted, “I– I love seeing you and c-colts make me feel good! I want you to feel good, and I want you to do that just– just...”

She walked right up to them with her shoulders hunched shamefully. She was so close she could just reach out and touch them. Should she? Could she? She just wanted...

“I want you to do that,” she repeated more evenly, “But c-could I get in the middle there?”

Author's Notes:

DinkyxSnailsxSnips OTP bff4evr