"And that, my little ponies, is what is meant by 'the birds and the bees,'" Miss Cheerilee said. "Now . . ."
Bein' in heat sucks, Apple Bloom thought to herself with a groan. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the dampness of her arousal on her seat. Looking around the room, she could see that the other fillies in the room were suffering the same fate. Her friends and other classmates had the same pained look on their faces, squirming around in their seats, looking as if they were in desperate need to go to the bathroom. She knew better, having put up with this constant annoyance for weeks now. Usually, a pillow or a quick hoof would suffice. She couldn't count the many nights she'd stayed up, furiously humping her pillow, or at other times hoofing herself, in order to satiate her arousal. She hated how it kept her up at night. She hated how it kept her from concentrating on her schoolwork and the various lessons that Cheerilee was teaching them. The heat outside certainly didn't help matters. At this recollection, she found herself licking her lips. Suddenly, she really wanted a cold drink. As soon as she got home, she was going to pour herself a cool glass of sweet tea and chug it down like nopony's business.
At long last, Cheerilee said the words that every filly in the room was yearning to hear. "You're dismissed. Everypony" – they were out the door before she could finish – "have a great . . . . weekend." Sighing, she went about packing her things and heading home.
"Ugh, finally," Scootaloo groaned, walking outside with her friends. "I thought we'd never get out of there."
"Ain't much better out here than it is in there," Apple Bloom said, shielding her eyes from the hot sun with a hoof. At least in the schoolhouse it was somewhat cooler, but out here in the blistering sun . . . Whoo doggies, were her nethers on fire!
Hopping up and down, Sweetie cried, "Come on, let's go to Sugarcube Corner and get some ice cream!"
Scootaloo shook her head. "Sorry, girls, but I can't. Rainbow Dash promised me that we were gonna get some flying in today." Her wings buzzed in excitement. She looked over her shoulder at them in glee.
"Well, alright, then," Apple Bloom agreed. "Have a good time."
"You girls sure you're gonna be okay without me?" Scootaloo asked, giving them a concerned look.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, go on, have fun," Sweetie said.
Scootaloo trotted off.
"So," Sweetie said, grinning, pressing up against Apple Bloom's side, "how's about getting that ice cream?"
Apple Bloom licked her lips. "Ya don't have to ask me twice. Ah was gonna go home and get some sweet tea, but ice cream sounds much better. Let's go!"
Sugarcube Corner was much cooler than the Ponyville shcoolhouse. Being inside it was like being inside a refrigerator. Both Apple Bloom and Sweetie sat at an empty booth, talking excitedly to one another while they waited for Pinkie to arrive with their treats.
"This heat thing is startin' to drive me up the wall," Apple Bloom said. "If we don't do somethin' soon, we're gonna be sufferin' from this dag blasted heat all summer."
Sweetie opened her mouth to say something. She didn't get the chance to. Before she could say anything, Pinkie arrived with their teats. "Here you go, girls! Enjoy! Oh, and I took the liberty of making you girls some milkshakes! Enjoy those, too!" She hopped away.
"Thanks, Pinkie," both fillies said in unison. Upon seeing that Pinkie had accidentally gotten their milkshakes wrong (Apple Bloom had gotten Sweetie's vanilla, and vice versa), they quickly swapped and proceeded to eat their ice cream.
"We gotta do something about this gosh darn heat," Apple Bloom said.
"Well, the clubhouse is on a secluded part of your farm," Sweetie said. "I'm sure if we went there for some privacy, we could come up with a solution."
Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow. "Are ya sayin' ya wanna experiment with each other?"
"You've never thought about it?"
Apple Bloom bit her lip, lifting her spoon to her mouth and taking a bite. Swallowing, she said, "Ah . . ." She blushed. "Ah wouldn't be opposed to it, but nopony could know. Alright?"
Sweetie nodded. "Deal! Besides, you have to take what you can get and work with it. All of the boys in our class are probably at home working on homework anyways."
"Not all of them," Apple Bloom said. Sweetie noticed that she was looking across the room. Following her friend's gaze, she spotted Rumble sitting at an empty table. "Are you thinkin' what Ah'm thinkin'?"
"You mean that Rumble looks really cute?" Sweetie asked. She shook her head. "Aren't he and Scootaloo dating or something?"
"No." Apple Bloom shook her head. "She has a crush on him and all, but they haven't officially gone out. Speaking of which" – she looked at Sweetie out of the corner of her eye – "who do you have a crush on?"
"Promise you won't tell?"
"Ah promise."
"Okay." She took a deep breath and then hastily replied, "It's Spike."
Apple Bloom blinked at that. "Spike? Doesn't he have a crush on yer sister?"
"Y-yeah, but . . . well, it's just . . . we danced together at Cadence's wedding and we had such a good time."
"He danced with all of us, not just you."
"I know, but me and him had such a good time. He even offered to get me some punch afterward."
"Really? How come he didn't do that with me and Scoots?"
Sweetie shrugged.
"You know what would be hot?" Apple Bloom asked. She grinned and nodded towards Rumble. "Him and Spike getting it on."
Sweetie couldn't help but laugh at that. "Oh, come on, Apple Bloom. You know as well as I do that they would never go for that. Spike loves Rarity and Rumble loves Scootaloo."
Apple Bloom sighed dejectedly. "Yeah, Ah suppose yer right. Still fun to think about, though."
"He doesn't seem to be doing anything at the moment." Sweetie continued to eye the young pegasus, watching him as he quietly doodled at his table, occasionally taking a drink of his beverage. "You don't suppose he'd be willing to hang out with us, do you, since Scootaloo is busy and all?"
"Ah think ya only want him to hang out with us 'cause ya got ulterior motives."
"And like you don't?" Sweetie stuck out her tongue.
"Well" – she slid off her seat and landed on all fours on the floor – "come on, let's go ask him." She began walking towards Rumble's table, with Sweetie at her side. She cleared her throat to get the young colt's attention. He turned his head to look at her. "Hey, Rumble, me and Sweetie were wonderin' if ya wanted to come over to our clubhouse to hang out?"
Rumble shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not?"
Sweetie blinked. "Really?"
"Yeah. I asked Scootaloo if she wanted to hang out together, but she told me she had plans. I assume she bailed on you guys too, huh?" He took another drink of his beverage.
"Uh-huh," Apple Bloom said, nodding her head.
"Well, I guess hanging out with you guys would be the next best thing." He stuffed his sketchbook and art pencils into his saddlebags, strapped them onto his back, and hopped to the floor. "Well, let's go." He began heading towards the front entrance.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie grabbed their shakes and ice cream before following Rumble out the door.
