A Life Style Change

Laughter flowed out from a corner booth of The Cove as three long time friends sat, empty glasses in hand and a half eaten bowl of pretzels stationed in the middle. Not loud enough to drown out the other conversations the other patrons near them were having, thus gaining their ire. Nor was it even that distracting, certainly not enough to ruin the game of darts close to their table or even disrupt the billiard game going on across the room. But the laughter did seem to have a musical, almost magical quality to it that caught the attention of a few of the more lonely stallions and mares, who mostly gave them a sideways glance or even turning their heads to look at the three lovely young women seated there.

One of the three mares was Sweetie Belle, seated near the end of the semicircular booth that she along with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom normally chose when visiting The Cove. As she laughed she felt a small weight falling off her shoulders, one that had been growing more and more as the days to a certain event crept closer. The sort of feeling one got when you were a filly and a cherished friend was going to be moving away. Only this was far worse. Once that day arrived, it meant the end to a dream which the mare had long cherished within her heart. Made worse by the fact that there was nothing she could do to avoid it, only smile and nod while pretending everything was all right. This had fooled everypony as far as Sweetie knew, but she still needed these nights to unwind with her friends.

Friends who had so far not mentioned the event slowly approaching.

“Sorry for the wait~” came a cheery yet alluring voice. The three’s laughter dimmed slightly, but their smiles did not as they all looked at Ponyville’s newest resident: Succubus. She was a busty thestral mare with a simple grey coat and long black mane dressed in the standard uniform for this place: black pants and a white top. The pants were made to look worn, with patches here and there with a red sash along her waist. As for her top, the bottom had been cut so that it showed much of the mare’s stomach which looked soft and well rounded, neither too fat nor too skinny. The V-cut up top allowed all three mares to see an ample amount of her generous cleavage. Actually, perhaps the word ‘generous’ was underselling it since Succubus had breasts that made most mares green with envy.

“Not a problem,” said Apple Bloom as drinks were set on the steering wheel shaped table by the smiling mare. As she bent over, Sweetie fought hard to keep herself from blushing as she noticed something she hadn’t noticed before. Perhaps due to the lighting, but it was clear to her that Succubus wasn’t wearing a bra! Her grey coat seemed to bleed through her top, allowing Sweetie to see every curve of those luscious breasts as well as the outlines of her coral pink nipples. Quickly, Sweetie’s eyes turned to look at her friends only to find them looking at each other still talking but in a softer tone. What they were saying, Sweetie couldn’t hear for her attention was turned back towards the mare servicing them.

Unable to help herself, Sweetie licked her lips while her hoof rubbed against the wooden floor. In the short time Succubus had moved to Ponyville, Sweetie quickly figured out what kind of mare she was. She was kind, but there was always some degree of sensualness to every move she made. Something that drew stallions and mares towards her, to lust after her. And with those eyes, she always seemed to ask that you join her. Not necessarily in bed, but to be as sexually free as she was. And right now, there was a part of Sweetie that was envious enough to do just that. How liberating would it be to go into the back, slip off her bra, and toss it in the trash before waltzing out onto the floor as she waited for somepony to notice.

No, thought Sweetie as she briefly closed her eyes. For him to notice. A hand pressed against the table as she savored the thoughts now rolling through her mind. Of going back home without a scrap of underwear on her to find him seated there. How she would bend over to him, showing off her-

“There you go you sexy ladies,” she said with a grin, snapping Sweetie out of her thoughts with a jerk and nearly knocking over the table. Red began to conquer her face as she sat there with a mortified expression, wishing she knew how to teleport back to her room as Scootaloo smirked at her.

“Thanks,” said Apple Bloom who turned to look at Sweetie with a concerned look on her face.

As for Succubus, she turned around ready to head back to the bar when she suddenly spun around once again. “Oh, Sweetie, I almost forgot. Tell Rarity thank you for me when you see her!” Succubus moved quickly from there, her lips suddenly next to Sweetie’s ear while her breasts pressed against her arm. As the thestral’s wing moved across her back and landed on her shoulder, Sweetie knew that it hadn’t been a trick of light or her mind playing tricks on her: Succubus wasn’t wearing a bra! She could just feel it though the mare’s shirt. Then, Succubus spoke in a whisper that sounded like she was talking to a lover in bed. So soft and sensual that Sweetie thought that Succubus would begin nipping at her ear. “Normally, I prefer to let my darling Pip see me in my natural beauty. But those special outfits mmmmmmmm. They’ve added some, aaahhhhh, wonderful variety.”

And with a giggle, Succubus pulled away from Sweetie as her horn began to let out steam as if it were a kettle. She turned just in time to see Succubus smiling before taking off to fly across the room, calling out for Pip before latching onto him and tumbling to the floor behind the bar. The bar patrons took notice of this, watching the bar area as the sounds of loud wet kisses could be heard before going back to their business like this was nothing new. Though Sweetie did hear someone say ‘lucky bastard’ along with a few other similar mutterings.

“Lucky bastard is right,” said Scootaloo as she held up her glass, head resting on her other palm as she swirled the glass around so that the ice inside clicked and clanked about. “Seriously, can any of you believe that Pip, PIP of all ponies, got married before us?!?”

“He just found love is all,” said Apple Bloom with a shrug. “Not like none of us have tried.” As Sweetie Belle sipped her drink, her eyes fell on her earth pony friend. Tonight she was wearing a lime green blouse with simple jeans that had a belt looped through with an iron apple belt buckle. Gone were the days when she had a bow in her red mane making her look childish. Now, just by glancing at her, a pony could see some slightly well defined muscles along her arms and those who saw her bare belly could see the forming of a six pack from all those years of farming and adventuring. Not too noticeable like her big sister, but it was there to give her a body that was neither too soft nor too firm. Her chest was nothing to sneeze at either, her breasts being either a large B or a small C.

“Tell me about it,” grunted Scootaloo. Tonight, the orange pegasus was wearing a grey zip up hoodie and jeans of her own. She was smaller, leaner than her two friends with small yet perky breasts that were probably A-cups. Yet her eyes held the look of a mare seeking thrills and more thrills as her mane never lost that waviness to it, making her resemble her own elder sister. “Weren’t you dating Rumble for a half second?”

“Half second and done!” stated Bloom, nearly slamming her glass against the table as her eyes shut. Her smile had vanished, her lips becoming nothing more than thin lines as if she were trying to keep a bad taste from reaching her mouth. “That there fly boy sure was full of himself. The way he talked about himself made Rainbow seem modest! And don’t ever go askin’ him for favors cause he’ll leave ya high and dry!” Sweetie then watched as Bloom let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping a little as she opened her eyes which drifted downwards towards her glass. The earth mare then lazily places a finger in the amber liquid, slowly turning it around. When she spoke next, her voice was quieter. “Makes me miss Tender Taps all the more. Colt could pull off all the right moves on the dance floor, but everywhere else was a heck of a different story.”

“Know what he’s doing these days?” asked Sweetie.

“Ah get letters from him every once in a blue moon,” said Apple Bloom slowly, sighing once more. “Last Ah heard, he’s tapping them hooves in Las Pegasus. Sounds like he’s havin’ fun.”

“Hopefully not around the strip hole,” snorted Scootaloo. Instantly, Apple Bloom’s face hardened as she looked up at her friend.

“At least Ah’m trying to find some fella and not sleepin’ around with whoever,” barked Bloom, looking furious at Scootaloo.

“Hey, I’m trying!” said Scootaloo in an annoyed tone. “Just…it’s hard to find somepony. I mean, sometimes Rainbow hooks me up with a date or invites me to one of the Wonderbolt orgies but those are all done in one. And all the good stallions and mares have already been scooped up!” Then, for a moment, the pegasus became quiet as she slowly began to look away. A blush began to grow on her cheeks as she starched one of them thoughtfully. “But, ah, those are just the ponies around here. Maybe I should try giving Gallus a call or-”

“Really, I would have thought Terramar would be more up your alley,” said Sweetie, causing Scootaloo to groan.

“He’s got…mommy issues,” she said as she placed a hand over her eyes. “And…sister issues. Asking me to…It got weird, ok!”

“Almost makes you want to go back to chasing Rainbow, huh?” laughed Sweetie. Slowly, Scootaloo moved her hand off of her eyes and judging by the look in them Sweetie realized that maybe she had hit a sore spot.

“Maybe you should go back to chasing Spike like some love sick puppy,” spat Scootaloo. “Or maybe, if you had just put the moves on him back then he might not be marrying your sister!” All the color drained from Sweetie’s already pale fur as her entire body became numb. As she began to look down, she saw Apple Bloom slapping her forehead while Scootaloo looked very uncomfortable.

“Scootaloo, didn’t we talk about this,” grumbled Apple Bloom.

“Shit,” muttered Scootaloo as she averted her eyes from the mare sitting directly across from her. “Sweetie I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…You brought up Rainbow…I wasn’t thinking about it…”

“You’re right,” said Sweetie with a sigh, looking up at her friends and trying her best to smile. “I was the one who brought up Rainbow. And don’t worry about it. I’m over him, really.” The damage was done, they had brought it up. The thing that had been eating away at Sweetie for months now, doing her very best to avoid talking about. After years of Spike, the goofy and somewhat nerdy dragon, chasing after Rarity she had finally broken down to give him the chance he had longed for. The two went out on a date with everypony expecting it to be just a pity date to get Spike off her back. At least, that’s what Sweetie believed at the time. Once they dated and Rarity let down the dragon as gently as she could, Sweetie had planned to finally make her move and advance on the drake. Only things did not happen the way anypony expected it to. After that first date was followed shortly thereafter by another one. Then another. Then another. Date after date, the two went out around Ponyville and beyond until Spike proposed to the Element of Generosity. Now, in less than a month, the two would be wed at Canterlot Castle by none other than Princess Twilight. Meaning the idea of her ever being with Spike was dead, waiting to be buried.

“Ah, Sweetie,” said Bloom as she placed a hand on the unicorn’s shoulder. “We all know your fibbin’ right there. You’ve been pining for him since he first hopped out of that chariot with Twilight. Why, you even made that there Spike plush in your bed ta’ sleep with every night. An’ don’t think we didn’t notice that ya’ were using it ta’ play house.”

“Not to mention what you did with it after you turned eighteen,” added Scootaloo as Sweetie’s horn began to steam once again. “I mean, how did you modify it so that when you squeezed it a life sized dragon dick would appear? Is there some adult toy maker in toy you’ve been hiding from us or did you ask Twi-”

“NO!” yelled a beet red Sweetie. Her voice rang out, silencing the rest of the bar who turned to look at her as if fearing that something had happened. Realizing her mistake, the girl quickly waved at them to signal everything was fine. Once everypony in the room had turned to look away from the table, conversations starting back up again, Sweetie turned to look at her friends. “Look, maybe I had feelings for Spike. But I missed my chance to-”

“Again, only because you never made a move on him,” interrupted Scootaloo while Apple Bloom nodded in agreement.

“Like he would have noticed me when he’s only ever had eyes for Rarity,” said Sweetie, rolling her eyes at that.

“Then you should have made him notice you,” insisted Scootaloo. “And it’s not like you still don’t have a chance. The ring isn’t on his finger yet! Just get him alone, have him seated on the couch while you present all of your ‘womanly’ charms to show what he’s missing out on!” A lump appeared in Sweetie’s throat as she looked down at herself briefly, spotting the short lilac dress she was wearing that covered her figure. Out of the three girls, hers was the most shapely with nearly a perfect hourglass figure. Large D-cup breasts that put her on par with mare’s like Fluttershy and a soft, well rounded flank that would put even Pinkie Pie to shame on a good day. Her fur was smooth, a healthy shine to it from all the care she had given it while her body was soft. It was the body of a model with some saying (including Photo Finish no less!) she could be the next Fleur.

With her head lowered, neither of Sweetie’s friends could see the blush nor the look of shame on her face. Truth be told, she had thought about doing what Scootaloo had said on multiple occasions. How many times had she been caught up in a daydream with Spike coming to their house, waiting for Rarity as she got ready? Sweetie getting him seated on the couch before literally ripping off her clothing in one go, the eyes of the unsuspecting dragon growing wide. And that wasn’t the only thing she knew would be growing as she straddled his lap, pressing her chest against his as she leaned close to his ear to whisper that she was willing to do anything for him if he picked her instead. To do things for him that she was sure a ‘prime and proper’ lady like Rarity would never do. Telling him all this while taking the drake’s claws and bringing them up to her full breasts so that he could-

Sweetie quickly shook her head, snapping herself from her own fantasy before looking back at her friends. “I said I’m over him,” said Sweetie. However, as she said this, she knew that her cheeks were probably hot enough to heat the entire room during the middle of winter. “A-And even if I wasn’t, there’s no way I can take him from Rarity. Stealing her fiancé after she was kind enough to let me stay with her rent free? What kind of horrible bitch would I be? I wouldn’t be surprised if she kicked me out and set all my stuff on fire instead of throwing it out a window.”

“Ah can see that,” said Apple Bloom with a sage nod. “Reckon the holidays would be mighty tense after that.”

Sweetie could only groan at that, doing her best not to think about that. But it was no use. She could see both her parents glaring judgment and disgust if she ever tried to bring Spike to any sort of family gathering. Given how excited her mother was for this wedding, she might just throw one of her dishes into the faces before slamming the door to leave them out in the cold. Then she could almost hear her father asking how he ever raised such a shameless slut. And Rarity, she would think that they only came there to rub it in her face! Yeah, just another nail in the coffin on the idea of ever being with Spike right now.

“Yeah, now that I think about, my idea is pretty shitty,” said Scootaloo. “I mean, if you could sway Spike away that easily then the dude’s probably going to do it again when he sees another pretty tail. No loyalty at all.” Sweetie fought with all her might to keep from groaning, Scootaloo comment adding yet another nail. She never thought about it like that. Even if she did seduce Spike, all somepony else had to do was to do the same thing and it would have all been for nothing!

“I…I think I’m going to call it a night,” said Sweetie as she reached for her bits.

“Woah there,” said Bloom looking alarmed. “We only just got here. Come on now, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“Yeah like…like Buttons!” exclaimed Scootaloo with a nervous smile. “You dated him once or twice, right?”

“Scootaloo, Buttons is the walking definition of a colt with ‘mommy issues’,” stated Sweetie with a deadpan look on her face as she tried her best to block out the sticky photos she found under his bed. And pillow. And closet. As well as the video he had playing in his room when she walked in. Yeah, Buttons Mash made Terramar’s issues seem tame.

Still, Sweetie stood up, straightening herself out as she stood there. “Look, I said I’m over Spike,” she said while setting her share of the bill on the table. “I’ll be fine. You two just have fun for the rest of the night.” And with that, Sweetie walked away.

It was about an hour later when Sweetie stood before Carousel Boutique, glancing through its darkened windows as she made her way towards the backdoor. Her eyes scanned past the rows of mannequins, doing her best to avoid looking at them. When she was younger, these things didn’t bother her as much. But now that she was older, there was just something about them, especially in this lack of light, that made them seem unsettling. They looked too much like a real pony as they held their poses in order to show off Rarity’s latest line, causing the younger mare’s imagination to run wild. Perhaps it was due to the horror movies she had seen, but some of them looked so real that they could have really been ponies, dipped in wax or transformed using magic to forever remain in those poses. A more realistic fear being that one of them was a robber simply pretending to be a mannequin and waiting for Sweetie to leave before continuing his/her crime. Both notions were absurd of course, nothing more than a product of an overactive imagination. Yet Sweetie couldn’t help it.

Thankfully she didn’t have to stand there too long. Everything was dark inside, with no lights coming from the cracks in the doorway leading to the downstairs kitchen. Nor did she see any light emanating from the stairway leading up to the upper level. Had Rarity stepped out while she was gone? It was possible. Even after all these years friendship problems still occurred as did minor threats around Ponyville. So it was possible that something like that was happening. But, then again, it could just as easily be that her sister just went out as well. Why not? Rarity had been working on some new outfits and, with Sweetie supposed to be out till much later, perhaps she too decided to go out. Maybe a surprise date with her dragon.

“Or she could still be home,” muttered Sweetie under her breath, thinking some more about her latest job order. For about a couple weeks now, Rarity had been hard at work on these new designs. Whether they be for a client or just a new line that she wanted to promote, they seemed to be the focus of her sister’s latest creation spree. Whatever free time she had in-between running her shop, working for other clients, and spending time with Spike was used to draw and create these designs. What was odd was that Rarity was keeping this a bit more close to the chest than normal, the door to her creation room always shut when she was in and locked when she wasn’t. Only once did Sweetie get even a peak at the room, spotting several naked mannequins and a waste paper can full of crumpled drawings. So it could be that Rarity was hard at work on this project now that she had the house to herself. That or she had just collapsed into bed early to get her beauty sleep.

Deciding to play it safe, Sweetie moved around the building towards the back door before silently entering the kitchen. Though it made her feel like a mare in her early teens coming home late, she slowly shut the door behind her as to make as little noise as possible. If Rarity was home, the last thing the younger wished was to get on her bad side and have her vent all her frustrations out on her!

With well placed and slow steps, Sweetie moved through the kitchen before moving up the steps. But before Sweetie reached the top landing, she began to notice something. There was an odor that permeated the air. Strong yet not unpleasant to a degree while also being familiar. With each step, Sweetie Belle found herself inhaling just a little more deeply as in to take in the scent while her mouth began to water just slightly. And that wasn’t the only part of her that grew more wet. The scent was warming her body, arousing it on some primal level.

Then, when she reached the top, she spotted something else. For the most part the hallway was dark save one sliver of light coming out of Rarity’s bedroom. What’s more, now that she was closer, she could hear it. Hear them. Hear the sounds of passion being had within Rarity’s room. Gritting her teeth, Sweetie tried her hardest to shut out the sounds of Rarity’s moans as she tried to slip down the hallway towards her room. To ignore the sound of Spike’s grunts which pinched at the younger mare’s heart. To shut out the noise created by a shaking bed as they rolled around on it or…grrr, she didn’t want to think about it! No, she was going to do her best to block it all out until she got to her room. Then she would open up one of the many books Twilight had given her over the years to find a sound proofing charm. That or a spell to make it sound like she was at the beach, the crashing of the waves drowning out the sound of-

“Thank you Master. This bitch is grateful for your attention.” That stopped Sweetie in her tracks. Was…Was that Rarity? N-No, there was no way her sister would ever say something like that. Not all ‘prim and proper’, act like a lady, Rarity?

Now dangerously close to the door, Sweetie heard another voice chuckling. “Who said we were done, bitch,” came Spike’s voice. Despite it being deeper than normal, with a hint of domination to it, there was no way Sweetie could mistake that voice for anything else. She heard Rarity let out a squeal of delight before a sudden thud echoed down the hallway all while Sweetie’s cheeks turned scarlet. The younger sister found herself panting slightly, throat becoming just a little more dry as she stood there. Then she heard a needy sound exiting Rarity’s room, one that she echoed while Sweetie slowly moved towards the cracked door. Just to take a brief peek and make sure everything was ok.

Lowering herself close to the ground so as not to be seen, Sweetie looked in and what she saw caused her gasp to become stuck in her throat. Rarity was on her knees before Spike and dressed in something Sweetie had never seen on her sister before. A thick, black collar was secured around the fashionista's neck with writing on it that Sweetie could barely make out. Tight leather straps come down from it, leaving so much over her pristine white coat bare and on display. These straps criss-crossed down her body, failing to preserve her modesty while at the same time push up and out her most alluring assets. Twin shiny steel rings drew Sweetie’s attention to her sister’s thick nipples, the metal woven into the harness and placed around her pink areola. Sweetie could not help herself, licking her lips as she stared at those full and heavy breasts. So full and heavy. They captivated the younger mare to the point where she wanted nothing more at that moment than to enter the room so she could feel the soft flesh against the palms of her hands. Yet she resisted such desire, her gaze moving down with the straps on her sides leaving the older sister’s soft belly free. The lower half of the harness continued the criss-cross pattern across her waist and hips but tapered off, leaving her dripping wet slit exposed. The straps then parted in the back to show off her smooth ass. An ass so thick and wide that it just begged to be groped, to rub her face between those cheeks. From there the outfit met Rarity's silky smooth thighs and ended, leading to a set of clip-on charcoal stockings, by far the most covering part of her ensemble. Thanks to the dark colors, Sweetie Belle had no trouble spotting the fluids running down her sister’s legs as well as the large globs of white which dropped from her sex.

A hand went to rest on her heart as Sweetie wondered where Rarity had acquired something like that! It reminded her of something that one would find in the red light district of Canterlot, worn by the mares who posed on the opposite side of glass windows to entice stallions and mares to enter. Did she go there or had Spike? That…no, Rarity was too famous a mare to go down such a street and not make the headlines. Same with Spike. He was a hero himself after all! Thinking back to what Succubus had said, knowing what kind of mare she was, it was more likely that Rarity had simply made it herself. Perhaps that was the secret project she had been working on all this time. A new line she was thinking of starting. A sigh escaped the younger mare’s lips, one of relief that her sister would not be in a scandal and not because her hand was squeezing her own breast as she watched.

Taking a breath, Sweetie focused her attention towards her sister’s face. On it, she saw that Rarity’s normally elegantly styled mane was pulled back into a tight ponytail while the rest of her face was covered in a fishnet stocking. Large holes around her eyes and mouth like it was some sort of mask making it look to Sweetie like a mockery of a wedding veil. But that was of minor note compared to the fact that Rarity’s luscious lips were wrapped around Spike’s cock! Seeing that large, purple mass for the first time brought Sweetie silently to her knees as she stared at what she could before it was consumed by her sister’s mouth. By Faust, it was so big! Big enough that her older sister’s jaw seemed to need to stretch all the way just to take it in. With the light of the candles in the room, Sweetie could just barely see the various veins running down it underbelly while thin ridges were placed on top almost reminded her of the spikes on Spike’s back.

“You can do better bitch,” growled Spike, his spaded tail flying around towards Rarity making a whipping sound in the process. Sweetie’s eyes bulged as she saw it smack Rarity’s cutie mark, the sound echoing loudly in the room followed by the muffled scream coming from the still cock filled mouth. The area around the symbol of Rarity’s calling began to turn a bright red while tears began to run down the mare’s face. Yet she did not seem angry about this, nor taken aback by the rough treatment. Instead she seemed content. No, it was more than that. Rarity seemed to be overjoyed by this!

Sweetie’s hands began to move as her gaze shifted towards the drake of her dreams, finally seeing him utterly naked for the first time. One hand went to one of the straps holding her dress up, loosening it so that it partially fell down her side as she gazed at his massive purple sack. Her other hand reached under her dress to pull down her panties, finding them dripping wet as she looked at Spike’s chiseled yet still slender chest. The hand that had pulled down the strap quickly pulled down her bra, allowing one of her mounds to bounce and jiggle with newfound freedom as she looked up at the drake’s handsome face. Oh, how his gaze sent chills down her spine as those once innocent and kind eyes now burned with dominant fury as he looked down at the mare sucking his cock. A finger lightly traced her clit, slowly making a few circles as she watched his powerful claws grab her sister by the head.

“Let me show you,” Spike growled again, grabbing Rarity by the horn. Sweetie nearly gasped as Spike began to thrust Rarity’s head back and forth as he roughly face fucked her. She could hear the cries her sister was making along with the smacking sounds created as Spike’s testicles hit the underside of Rarity’s chin. More smacks could be heard as Spike began to strike Rarity’s flank with his tail, alternating from side to side as the white fur began to turn red. More and more, Rarity cried out as she best she could as Spike’s cock moved through her throat.

And it was clear she was loving every second. Rarity’s hands were at work pleasuring her own body. Twin fingers hand found their way to her cunny, thrusting in and out as more fluids coated them. Her other hand had moved towards her breast where it pinched and pulled at her nipple. While this was going on, Sweetie found herself mirroring her sister. The hand that had been toying with her clit was now fingering her own pussy, hips thrusting forwards as they dove deeper and deeper inside. Her other hand toyed with her breast, mostly kneading it as roughly as she could before bringing it up to her mouth so that she could wrap her lips around her aching nipple, sucking on it while her tongue lapped around it. More than once she bit her nipple, wishing it was Spike’s sharp fangs digging into her flesh in the most erotic way.

Soon, Sweetie was beside herself in utter bliss. Her tongue was now lolling out, her cheeks rosy with pleasure as she continued to pleasure herself. The mare’s legs were spread wide, displaying her cunt as if she were showing this off while her hips continued to thrust. She could feel her juices moving down her hands in larger amounts than any other time she had played with herself. And even more than when she had been with some other stallion. Her eyes, though, never left the perverted sight in front of her. She watched them both as Spike’s wings began to rise up in a dominant display while Rarity’s womanly hourglass figure moved for his pleasure.

As time went by, Sweetie became drawn deeper into her own perversion as she watched. The younger sister even began to image that it was she that Spike was face fucking with all her might. That it was her throat making him feel good, her moan vibrating against his shaft in order to send waves of pleasure down his shaft. She was the mare with a harness on her entire body, granting complete access to her Master! Feelinging him grabbing her own breasts completely out in the open, her sex unhidden and there for his use. Oh, how she would let him collar her whenever he desired, completely submissive to the one she loved and showed that she would do anything to pleasure him. Spike, her Master, spanking her with his powerful tail. Oh, how she wished that he would take her to the bed, laying her flat so that he could better fuck her mouth. A whimpering moan escaped her, imaging his claws on her breasts as his fat cock shoved itself down her throat while his sack smacked her eyes as she inhaled his masculine scent. What would it be like to have his hot seed shooting down her throat and into her belly?

“You don’t deserve this,” came Spike’s voice, breaking Sweetie from her trance and bringing her back to reality. Spike’s cock was out of Rarity’s mouth, twitching madly as it hung there pointing at her face. “Here’s your favorite meal. Be a good whore and savor every drop!” Sweetie stopped in her own self pleasure to watch as a jet of cum was fired right into Rarity’s face. The rich scent filled the air causing Sweetie to fall forward as the milky substance began to coat Rarity’s face. It smelt better than anything Sweetie could ever have imagined, and with so much of it she would be enjoying mouthful after mouthful. At least, that’s what it looked like from where she squatted. Rarity was receiving blast after blast to the face with large amounts rolling downwards towards her breasts. Too late did she try to open her mouth, for most of the cum was shooting at her in-between the eyes before it rolled downwards onto her own magnificent form. From what she could see, the scent alone was enough to make her sister orgasm for her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head as more came. But never, never, did Spike’s balls seem to deflate. It was like he was storing backup foal making fluid in a pocket dimension or something.

“I said savor it,” ordered Spike as he flung Rarity forward by the horn so that landed face first on the floor. As she lifted her head, Sweetie could see massive stands of cum connecting her sister to the floor as Spike shot a few more blasts of his semen onto Rarity’s back. “Lick the floor clean bitch!” Sweetie saw her sister lowering her head back down, her tongue extending outward to touch the dirty floor. Slowly, as if to savor it, the older unicorn gave long strokes across the ground as she scooped up as much of the white substance as possible. Sweetie bit her lower lip as much of the cum was scooped up before Rarity once more lifted her head. Only, this time, her tongue was still out as if to show off a prize resting on her tongue. A prize which Sweetie could not help but feel envious of.

As Rarity lifted her head some more, Sweetie had finally realized how small the distance now was between her and her sister. It wouldn’t take much for Rarity’s eye to catch any sort of movement, drawing her attention towards the door and her perverted, peeking sister. It was only thanks to the fact that her face was so covered by Spike’s seed that Rarity’s eyes had remained closed, keeping her safe for the moment. But how long would it remain like that, Sweetie didn’t want to take the chance. Nor did she want to be there in case Rarity smelt her own fluids now that she was closer to the floor.

Silently, Sweetie’s horny mind cursed her sister as she retreated back to her room where her plush awaited her. Hopefully it would be able to satisfy the craving she now had.

“Oh Spikey,” panted Rarity on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with half lidded eyes. “That was simply marvelous darling.”

“Glad you enjoyed it so much,” replied Spike, his voice softer so that it was back to its normal tone as he cuddled next to her. In any other situation, Rarity would never allow anypony near her when she was in this state. Her coat was now damp with sweat, large droplets running down her sides while that and dragon semen began to mix on top of the wonderful outfit she had made. Her pussy, as well as her throat, were sore but it was a wondrous type of sore that few mares could ever experience. In contrast, her lover looked none the worse for wear. In fact, there was not a bead of sweat on him nor had his balls lost any of their volume. If one were to walk in on them, they would have thought that Spike had just watched Rarity getting gangbanged instead of joining in!

A small sigh escaped her as Spike’s claws began to trace down her body, not caring at all about the state she was in. Starting from her shoulder, the tips of his digits traced gently against her fur until they came to her flank as she let out a lustful sigh. Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of her palm against the path of her body which still tingled from where he had struck. She could tell he was ready to go again, allowing her body some rest before they did. And if that was the case…

“Where are you going?” asked Spike as Rarity got onto her hooves. Rather than immediately answering, Rarity turned to give him a quick kiss before turning around.

“Just need to get a little water darling~” she said as she sauntered towards the door, lifting her tail enough to give her drake a good view of her rear. A rear that she gladly gave to him.

“Maybe you should put on a bathrobe,” said Spike, sounding a little nervous. “Sweetie could, well…”

“Darling, Sweetie Belle is out with her friends,” said Rarity as she reached the door. She turned to look at him, a lustful look on her tired face. “And you know she stays out late on nights like this. Why, I’d be surpri-” Rarity’s words were cut short as she opened the door and took a step, her hoof landing in something wet. Without finishing her sentence, she looked down to see a small puddle right outside her door.