This chapter contains consensual minors. If this offends you, please feel free to tell me all about it in the comments section below. But at least take comfort that one of them is a girl.

Sitting in the eerie silence of the Ponyville infirmary, the moon shining through the floor to ceiling windows of the simple structure with the curtain door, Twilight Sparkle stared at the floor as she awaited the verdict about Minty. She had managed to at least get the troubled pony to tell her name, but that was as far as she could hope to get. There was no need to go into details, as it was pretty obvious what had happened. Her eyes glanced around as the gears in her mind turned. Who would do such a thing in a place like this? Was there some predator on the loose? Would the fillies be safe? All of these overwhelming thoughts were to much, and the gravity of the situation began to press painfully on her temples, causing her to rub her eyes with her hooves. Now that her logical thinking was on, she thought back to her own adventure the night before, and soon it all fell into place. Rarity said that toy wouldn't take my virginity....but...that's not possible, she glanced up to see if Minty was fine, seeing her shaking visibly at being intruded once again, but this time for a good reason. Why would Rarity care about such things anyway, unless she felt her friends were saving themselves much like she was for a Mr. Right. That wasn't the case, however, she just couldn't find anybody. But it obviously didn't do it, so how did.... Twilight facehoofed as it dawned on her. She was so lost in the moment, and distracted by three certain fillies outside, that her emotionally charged magic had put the toy in the wrong opening.

She blushed at this rookie mistake, hoping that Minty or Nurse Redheart didn't see this display of guilt and ignorance. Quickly she turned her eyes back to the floor. But that would mean Rarity doesn't know exactly how to use those things, or what they do, which was a bad thing if she had given something to somepony without proper instruction.

“Well, the good news is, Minty is fine. She doesn't have to worry about any...surprises...” Nurse Redheart explained, trying to put it mildly. The white earth pony had to be professional about this after all, privacy and self esteem was at stake. “But the strange thing is, was I found traces of...” she looked at her clipboard once again, almost as she didn't believe it herself, “carrot?”

Twilight quirked an eyebrow at this revelation. Who in Equestria would misuse a carrot in such a horrific manner? It was just so...so....

Random Twilight grimaced as the word crossed her mind. No, it couldn't be!

“So....what did those ponies do in those movies you were talking about?” Spike asked, trying to play it cool but at the same time feeling kind of nervous. His mind was buzzing with all the possible ways he could mess this up, scare her off, or both.

“Well, they was all kissin' an' stuff. They didn't really do much else.” Apple Bloom confessed. Of course she wouldn't be allowed to watch anything to extreme, even if she knew it existed. Spike took this opportunity to help educate the filly on something that he was sure wouldn't be brought up in Cheerilee's class anytime soon. Of course all he knew of it was from Twilight's books, which he had to read in secret, because she always conveniently never asked for them or acknowledged their existence while he was on duty.

“What you were doing before...Spike was cut off by the filly being suddenly closer to him.

“Ya want me to do it again?” she asked, her eyes pleading.

Spike nodded, blushing once more as they locked lips again, her forehooves over his shoulders. Apple Bloom wasted no time sliding her tongue into the dragon's mouth now, as he was ready for it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he found his own tongue sliding out, vying for dominance. Apple Bloom began feeling hot, like she was melting, and there was a curious yet slightly painful burning between her flanks. Then she felt something poking her thigh, and knew what it was. The kiss broke and she got back down on all four hooves to see it. Her face instantly twisted in confusion. She had seen her brother's on accident once, but never said anything. She just assumed all of them looked the same, but then again, Spike wasn't a pony.

“Ya got two of 'im?!” she asked, louder than Spike would've liked as he glanced around to make sure there was nothing to catch them.

“Well, not exactly...” his whole face was red now from embarrassment and exertion as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

Apple Bloom continued to stare at this foreign object, making Spike feel as if he was being scrutinized , or at least was going to be laughed at or terrified of. But the sight also made her feel strange in her most private of areas too. She was hardly on the cusp of being a mare yet, but she had begun going through the changes. Biological needs dictated the future of ponykind, and since there was a surprising lack of males in Ponyville, she had heard her sister talking a few times about the 'time of the month' and how hard it was to stave off those feelings if you hadn't found somepony. Her mind equated that perhaps these were the feelings Applejack was talking about. But why would you want to get rid of them? she smiled as she leaned forward, her hot breath against his sensitive pride making Spike grimace as he bit back the urge to act on the primal instincts that began to surface. Dragons were always very rough when mating, but he didn't want to hurt the filly in his wild passion, not with claws, fangs, and fire anyway. He would never forgive himself. After a few seconds of teasing, he felt warmth and wetness envelope him, and he almost fainted as a goofy smile spread across his face.

Apple Bloom really didn't know how to handle two at once, but she was doing an admiral job, as the dragon's wobbly knees could attest. It also helped that he wasn't fully grown yet, meaning that right now she could easily navigate them without too much trouble. The taste was odd, yet sweet, like nothing she had ever tasted before. As her mind tried to find a comparison that she could relate to her friends later, she felt the heat between her flanks increase, a smoldering fire waiting to reignite. Sweat formed on her brow as the pain became almost unbearable to her, and now she knew why Applejack wanted to get rid of these feelings. Spike snapped back to reality when he was released, and glanced down to see Apple Bloom collapse to the ground with tears in her eyes.

“What's wrong? Did I hurt you?!” Spike began frantically trying to find anything that could help with the problem he never bothered asking about.

Apple Bloom could only shake her head, tears in her eyes. Her back legs were open in a vain hope that the cool air would end her misery. Spike finally calmed down when he saw what was going on. She was bright red and he could see faint twitching. He knew of this from when Twilight was going through her own time of the month, choosing to lock herself in the library bathroom than go out and try to actually date. He saw what was wrong if only for a brief moment before Twilight disappeared in her porcelain fortress of solitude. But Apple Bloom wasn't old enough for that, so it must've been his doing. He immediately came to her side, trying to offer penance for bringing this pain upon her, but she only shook her head. She whispered in his ear a way to make the pain stop, and he flushed again, looking at the redness once more. He crawled down to between her flanks, and could feel the heat rising from the area, a desert among an oasis. He slowly leaned forward and flicked out his forked tongue. The instant the tip came in contact with the engorged flesh, Apple Bloom's hips thrust forward violently, knocking him backwards. Looks like he figured out how to make her feel good as well.

With a satisfied smile that everything was alright again, he reached into the bag and produced a small tube. Removing the lid, the air filled with the smell of cinnamon, and he glanced around to make sure that no pink ponies would spring from nowhere wanting a bite. Once he decided the coast was clear, he squeezed some into his hand and began working it over like the instructions said. He then got into position, swallowing hard as he began to put all his forbidden knowledge to practice, and slowly entered her. The coolness of the gel extinguishing the fire immediately, but at the same time, making a different kind of pain as the cinnamon burned in an oddly enjoyable way on the sensitive areas. There was no resistance to his machinations, which would've been odd if he knew what to look for. Once at least one was inside, he paused for a moment to let the squirming filly catch her breath, the blush now extending to almost her stomach. Spike was out of his mind, the lizard brain trying to take dominance as dragon mating rituals ingrained in his DNA began to awaken early. He gritted his teeth, taking care not to sink his claws into Apple Bloom's fetlocks that he held delicately in his hands. The cinnamon burn, the heat, the tight grip, it was all too much, and after a few thrusts, Spike wrenched his head back as he felt a wave of pleasure wash through him and burst from the dam below. The sudden rush made Apple Bloom shudder, partially out of fright, as strange feelings made themselves known, and her body froze against her will, her innocence leaving her for the rest of her life as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Spike collapsed on top if the filly, feeling the heat and sweat on her stomach and chest as she panted heavily. “Did....did I get my....Cutie Mark....” but Spike was already fast asleep, as it was past his bedtime anyway. Apple Bloom figured that she had better get him home before Twilight thought something was up, but was to tired to do anything. She'd come up with a lie tomorrow. She rolled over, letting Spike fall off of her and land on the ground with a dull thud, his sleeping undisturbed. Gripping the tip of his tail in her teeth, she began to drag him across the ground gently, back to the barn, where she could come up with the excuse that Spike wanted to spend the night. Her mind contemplated this new feeling of maturity she now had, and it felt better than getting a Cutie Mark. She looked down at the sleeping dragon, and blinked a few times to get rid of any tears.

“Thank you, Spike...” she whispered into his ear, giving a light kiss on his cheek.