A Life Style Change

The next morning, Sweetie Belle slowly made her way down the stairs for breakfast. Yet this proved to be more of a Rockhoovian task than normal as her eyelids heavy, a hand resting on the railing the entire time as her body seemed to sway slightly with each step. The poor mare was sure that had she not taken these basic precautions she would have tumbled down to the main floor before being rushed to the hospital.

A yawn escaped her mouth, further proof of the lack of sleep she had gotten the night before. Not for a lack of trying…for the most part. After scurrying away from the scene of debauchery occurring in her sister’s bedroom, Sweetie had fled to her room where she promptly stripped naked, tossing her garments in the corner without a care, and crawling into bed. Normally, she would have put on a night gown or at least left on her bra and panties, but the desire not to be discovered was far too overwhelming. The sooner she got into bed, eye closed ready to enter the realm of sleep, the better. Alas, some things were not to be so easy for both body and mind were far more than restless. Sweetie tossed and turned in her bed, occasionally glancing over at the door both fearing that it would open at any moment as well as imagining what Spike and her sister were still doing. Her loins burned with desire that refused to fade away on their own, not helped by the gentle caress of the sheets against her bare body.

After an hour of laying in bed, Sweetie Belle gave in to her desires. With the covers going up to her neck, the unicorn laid on her back while her legs spread as wide as she could. A hand had gone to her breast, imagining that it was Spike who was squeezing it while her other went for her folds. It surprised her to find how wet she was as her juices were already dripping down towards her ponut, lubricating herself so that two dainty digits could easily slide in. There she had laid for what seemed like hours, playing with her body as she imagined that her hands were really Spike’s. Imagining that his chest was pressed against her back as he stoked the fire burning deep within her being. She imagined feeling his hot breath against her neck as ‘his’ fingers pinched at her nipple, forcing the mare to bite down on her lower lip to prevent her from crying out. All the while she listened for the sound of her doorknob being turned, ready to turn over on her side to pretend to be asleep. But, no matter what she did, her climax seemed so far away. Sweat was beginning to form on her body, rolling down the valley of her breasts as her room began to feel like a boiler. Her mane became matted as well as her fur, yet still she could not cum! It was enough to make her want to cry out in frustration kept in check by her own fear of discovery.

Then, something happened. The hand that had been playing with her pussy accidently touched her ponut, sending sparks through her being. Never before had she done something so dirty, but the feeling it gave her pushed her closer to her goal. Biting her lower lip gently, she brought her fingers back to her pussy briefly before returning them to her ponut. Now lightly coated in her own juices, she began to tease her backdoor, feeling a sensation that was both alien to her...yet wonderfully delightful. At the same time, her tired mind began to push her fantasy in a different direction. She was no longer naked in bed, but now wearing the same thing that her sister had worn. Like the bitch she was, she was on the floor as her purple scaled Master toyed with her body. The fingers that had traced her backdoor had really been his spaded tail which played with her bound body as his hand stroked his thick cock. Sweetie’s eyes fluttered wildly now, while her hands moved at a frantic pace. Her fingers then slowly pushed inside her, the mare gasping and moaning in pleasure as she envisioned that it was Spike as he continued to use his tail on her as his hands stroked his wonderful shaft above her. She imaged him cuming all over her, ordering her to lick the floor around her clean of both of their fluids. No longer was she the one hiding behind a cracked door, but Rarity who watched as she claimed her Master’s gift. She…She…

Finally the orgasm that had eluded her came crashing down, rocking her body like nothing before it. Everything became a blur as ecstasy enveloped her mind, her hips jerking upwards as her juices coated everything they could. And then…nothing. The next thing Sweetie knew was hearing the sound of her alarm clock signaling the start of a new day, her eyes slowly opening as her body still felt tired. For some time she just laid there, trying to figure out why that had happened. Her normal fantasies of Spike had always helped her relieve the sexual tension she felt, so why didn’t it work last night. Why did she need to imagine herself in…in…

Sweetie had pushed away those thoughts before they could fester with a shake of her head, forcing her weakened body out of bed. After opening her window to let out the scent of sex, she had taken a quick shower so that nopony or dragon could smell what she had done. Once she was out Sweetie quickly dried herself before throwing on a blouse and a pair of jeans, her magic wrapping up the sheets as she got dressed so that she could take them downstairs once everypony was out of the house or too busy to notice.

Sweetie Belle was then brought back into the present as she entered the kitchen, spotting Spike sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen table. The younger unicorn’s mouth went dry as she looked at him, her knee’s feeling weak as she looked at him in that white, button up shirt and black pants. So professional, full of authority that made her legs feel even weaker than they already did. His eyes were downcast, looking down at a message that had no doubt come while she had been asleep. But she could tell that he was unhappy about something. What could it-

At that moment, Spike looked up. “Hey there Sweetie,” he said, the frown on his face vanishing as a goofy smile replaced it. Seeing this snapped the poor mare out of her trace, allowing her to smile back despite the fact that she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. As she took her normal seat close to him, Sweetie felt Spike’s eyes examining her. “Wow, you look-”

“Like a train wreck?” Sweetie supplied as she grabbed an orange from the bowl in the middle of the table. “Because that’s what I feel like.”

Spike let out a nervous chuckle. “I was going to say like you tried to sleep next to a raccoon and dog getting into a fight,” he said, the image putting a slight smile on her face. “Guess you and the other Crusader’s had a good time last night.”

“We did,” said Sweetie as she peeled the skin off the fruit in her hands. “Hung out at Pip’s for a while, gossiped about everypony’s love life, talked about what we wanted. You know, the usual.” To give herself a moment, she took an orange segment into her mouth. As she chewed it, she watched to see if Spike would say anything. That he had seen her outside their door, smelt the scent coming from her room, heard her cry of passion. But there was nothing, not a trace of a blush or suspicious look from him as he smiled and returned to the letter. Feeling like her late night voyeurism was safely tucked away in the past, never to be discovered, Sweetie mentally let out a sigh of relief as she continued to eat her orange.

Then her sister entered the room. “Oh Darling~,” she sang, sashaying into the room and gaining everyone’s attention. Spike’s purple scales looked like they were turning red while Sweetie nearly spat out her food at what they saw. Rarity was wearing one of her finest purple bathrobes whose fabric seemed to cling to every single curve of her body. The top was opened strategically, showing off her full milky breasts all the way down to her nipples whose nubs were halfway poking out. Rarity’s steps were like that of a runway model, long and swift with the robe’s lower half opening up just enough for Sweetie to see that her sister was clearly not wearing any underwear.

“Rarity, what-” began a very flustered Spike, Rarity’s horn lighting up as the kitchen came to life. Hay bacon was brought out of the refrigerator, floating over to a frying pan that had just landed on the stove. Another one soon joined it along with two eggs which cracked directly above it, the insides landing in the middle as the stove was lit.

“Do you like it?” asked Rarity sweetly as she moved across the room to where Spike sat. With the grace of a feline, the older sister slid into Spike’s lap before wrapping her arms around his neck. Sweetie’s mouth became extra dry now as she watched her sister press her chest into Spike’s, her massive and soft bosom squishing for all to see.

“Y-Yes I-I,” stammered Spike as his fiancée brought her cheek up to press it against his. The mare let out a happy coo as she began to rub her face against his. As the scent of food continued to fill the room, Spike took a breath and spoke as clearly as he could. “You look great. As always! But your sister, she’s sitting right-”

“Oh don’t mind her,” said Rarity as the first crisps of bacon floated in front of them minus a plate. Rarity then continued to surprise them by turning her head slightly, looking at Sweetie with a sideways glance. Her eyes were half lidded, burning with passion that could not be contained. “It’s not like either of you have never seen me naked before. And we’re all family here so there’s no need to be too shy. Now say ‘ahh~’.” With that, Rarity took a piece of bacon as it floated close to her mouth. After biting down lightly, making sure not to break it, she slowly brought it over to Spike’s mouth who hesitantly took it.

This was the show that played before Sweetie as breakfast continued. Rarity remained where she sat, feeding Spike bit by bit of his breakfast. With each piece of bacon, she would slowly feed it to him, keeping her teeth locked on it as she moved closer and closer until their lips met. Then, Rarity’s mouth would open, tongue entering the maw of the dragon as they shared the taste of each other. It was the same as toast which Rarity’s magic buttered for them. Thankfully, she couldn’t do the same with the eggs giving Sweetie a reprieve of the action. Although when the eggs did get close, Sweetie could not help but imagine her sister placing them on her breasts, begging her Master to eat them off of her. Instead, however, a dish levitated over to them and the eggs were placed there along with a fork. Now Sweetie had to wonder: did Rarity not use her body as a plate because of Sweetie or because they were too hot for her coat to handle?

As a plate of eggs were placed in front of her, Sweetie could only stare at them as her own mind began to betray her. For a moment, she imagined herself bound to the table without a scrap of clothing. Spike sat there, looking down at her as her spread legs faced him giving him an unobstructed view of her twitching pussy. Rarity was there as well, dressed in the harness she had seen her in last night as she levitated food onto the younger mare’s body. Sunny side up eggs were placed on her nipple, the yokes right above her nipples. Down her thighs were stripes of bacon while slices of fruit were lined in neat little rows going down her stomach. Finally, Rarity took a can of whip cream and placed the nozzle right into Sweetie’s folds. Pressing down, the cold white cream shot right into-

Nearly gasping, Sweetie Belle managed to pull herself out of the fantasy despite her body's need and desire to return. What was wrong with her? Sure, she had had fantasies before. But never were they ever this… imaginativly erotic! And even the ones she did have were usually kept to her bedroom, not the kitchen table! So what had changed? With a shaky hand, she began to eat her eggs as the lovebirds next to her continued to have their fun. Spike still looked a little nervous, glancing over at Sweetie Belle with an ‘I’m sorry’ look before accepting the fork full of eggs being fed to him. Every time he started to chew, Rarity’s hands would start running down his chest almost making it seem like she would begin to unbutton it at any moment. Soon she was giggling loudly, moving her drake’s claws towards her breasts and flank before nibbling on his green fins. The loud noises she made along with a slight jump told Sweetie all she needed to know: Spike was beginning to go along with this. Having loving fun with her sister. And all she could do was sit there watching as Rarity placed a rather loud kiss on Spike’s cheek.

For a moment, Sweetie took the plate in hands, ready to leave the room, but was stopped as Spike gently picked Rarity up. “Sorry Rarity, but I have to get going,” he said as he set her down next to him. “Busy day today. The Changelings and Kirin are having a bit of a disagreement right now and Twilight needs her Friendship Ambassador at the ready. But I’ll see you tonight for sure.”

“I’ll be waiting Spikey-Wikey,” sang Rarity as he got to his feet. From there, the two shared a long kiss that of course included their tongues before finally separating. As Spike left, he gave Sweetie a mock bow telling her ‘until next time, m’lady’ before departing. While goofy and a bit over the top, the sight brought a smile to her face and she fought hard not to reach out her hand so he could kiss it. No, instead she sat there wishing him a great day. But she could not stop herself from craning her neck around to watch him as he left.

“So,” said Rarity the second the door had closed. Sweetie’s ears perked slightly, clearly hearing her sister’s mischievous voice now. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Sweetie Belle fought to keep her eyes from rolling as she turned back around to face her half eaten eggs. “It was alright, I guess,” she said as she poked her eyes a little, head down so as to not meet her sister’s eyes. “A bit early for soft-core porn, I was a bit too busy concentrating on my breakfast to pay attention.”

For a moment, Sweetie waited for her sister to say something. Perhaps she would reply with ‘Oh darling. Don’t you know? This is all the rage in Canterlot right now!’ Or she could say that, ‘Well my dear, just giving you a few pointers to help you pick up your own stallion.’ It could be hard to tell with her sometimes. But no, Rarity said nothing. The only things that Sweetie heard were the ticking of the clock followed by the hoofsteps of her sister as she went the long way around the table. Before Sweetie knew what was going on, Rarity was next to her with her lips right next to her ear.

“I meant last night my darling spying sister.” Sweetie’s fork dropped to the floor, egg white flying across the floor while her jaw hung open. Sweat began to form on her palms while adrenaline rushed through her system, bringing her to a fully awake state. Her pupils dilated as she sat there, frozen, as Rarity slipped behind her and placed both hands on her shoulders. The grip wasn’t hard, but it was firm enough so that Sweetie doubted that she could easily get off this chair.

“What,” asked Sweetie, her heart beating fast as the room felt like it was shrinking and closing in all around her. The younger mare began to look around the room for an exit, feeling her sister’s body pressing against the back of her head. It might be hopeless as Rarity knew some powerful spell that could easily block every exit, keeping her here as they had a conversation that Sweetie Belle really didn’t want to have. But maybe, just maybe, if she played dumb long enough she could-

“Darling, you know what I said,” replied Rarity, her words cutting through Sweetie’s thoughts. There was a hunger in her voice, coming out like a low growl mixed with a purr right into the Sweetie’s ear. A hunger that made Sweetie fear that it might be for her blood, causing a bit of her color to fade. “Last night I just happened to spot a wet patch right in front of the door to my bedroom. One sniff told me exactly what it was. Don’t bother denying it. You are, after all, the only other mare in this house…and I know just how much you have been in love with a certain dragon.”

Sweetie felt her eyes begin to string, fighting back the tears that might soon form as she clenched her jaw. “Is that why you did all this?” she demanded heatedly, her eyes narrowing down at the plate she now wanted to smash in her sister’s face. She knew. Of course she knew! It was just like Scootaloo said, everypony knew about her crush on Spike. “To rub it in my face that you have him? To remind me what I’ll never have?!?” Sweetie could feel her horn vibrating, the desire to levitate the food and drinks around her before throwing them into her sister’s face had never been stronger. To scream while Rarity did her best to clean herself off!

“Well Darling, that’s completely up to you,” said Rarity, her voice never quavering. In fact, there was a sultry quality to it now as her lips seemed to get even closer to Sweetie’s ear. Enough to cause Sweetie’s rage to slightly subside for the moment as her sister continued. “All I wanted to do was show you what could be yours…if you’re willing to cross certain lines that is.”

Sweetie, now at a loss for words, turned her head to look at her sister. Rarity was smiling at her, a fiery passion in her eyes while her lips were curled into a smoldering smile. Everything about her sister’s say screamed sultry desire with the only pony in Ponyville who could outmatch it being Succubus! Just looking at it made Sweetie feel like her sister would soon move just a little closer to her ear and begin nibbling it. Something had to be wrong with her for Sweetie found herself starting to grow wet at the prospect! It wasn’t right, yet for some reason she found herself wanting it despite the anger that was now slipping further and further away.

“But Rarity, Spike,” began Sweetie before she paused and gulped loudly, preparing herself for what she had to say next. “Spike, he loves you. He’s going to be marrying you!”

“And he still will Darling,” said Rarity calmly, nodding slightly as she did while a finger reached out to start tracing Sweetie’s cheek. The very act, along with the look Rarity was giving her, was causing Sweetie’s face to flush. “I love Spike dearly, with all my heart and body. He has been the knight in shining armor I have always longed for, the prince to sweep me off my hooves. Spike has a way of making me feel special and safe no matter what comes before me. But he has also satisfied a hunger I never knew I had; a desire to be dominated. To give up all the control I carry around me all day, just handing it over to him willingly as he fills me up like no stallion could ever do before. But, I’m afraid, it just isn’t enough. Spike’s natural greed and stamina are things that, try as I might, are far too much for me to handle on my own. That is why I am asking you, someone who also truly loves Spike, if you want to be a part of this. To share him with me, appeasing him with our bodies.”

Sweetie Belle’s heart was now hammering in her chest while Rarity stared at her with those half lidded eyes, the sultry tone of her voice growing more powerful as it grew softer. Her face was now so much closer to Sweetie’s while her cunt winked madly against the fabric of her panties. Sweetie could feel her lips trembling now as she wondered how her sister could say all this. Sure, her sister was generous, but this? Sharing Spike, having kinky sex alongside her sister? It seemed like too much.

Yet, Sweetie’s mind betrayed her as it showed her what could be in store for her. Showing her and Rarity, both nude, on either side of Spike as they feed him breakfast. She could see herself turned around with a stack of pancakes on her flank, butter and syrup running slowly down the cracks of her ass while Rarity fed him hay bacon like she had this morning. Sweetie would wait there until she felt his claws on her flank, maybe slapping them before digging in. The thought nearly caused her eyes to roll into the back of her head. Or maybe she would be on all fours underneath the table, a collar around her neck and dressed up as maid- NO! A dog! Yes, she’d put on some fake floppy ears and hand her tail braided so that it looks like a dog’s along with some doggy mittens. She would be her Master’s obedient bitch, sucking his cock while Master Spike sucked on Rarity’s tits!

“I’m not going to force you,” continued Rarity, her lips almost touching Sweetie’s as she spoke. Sweetie let out a moan now, breathing heavily enough so that their chests were pressing against each other. “Just say no and I’ll stop right now. We can pretend this never happened and you can go back to peeking behind half closed doors, pleasuring yourself as you watch us. I won’t even tell Spike that you’re doing it. But, if you choose to step over that lie and cross the threshold into the world of carnal freedom, you will need to learn how to submit. To match me in my own submissiveness to our Master. But don’t worry, I will teach you all there is to know. Would you like that?”

“I-I…want,” whispered Sweetie, a bit of drool now escaping her maw before she quickly closed her eyes. Yes, she wanted to be with Spike. More than anything else in the world. To feel his love, to be bound and treated like Rarity had been that night. To be dominated completely by one who she trusted and loved, knowing that he would never do anything to really hurt her. To be held possessively in his strong arms as he played with her like she was his own living sex doll. But…could she do that alongside her own sister?

Her body was telling her, begging her to say yes! Sweetie could remember back when she was a filly wanting to spend more time with her big sister. Even now, she enjoyed the moments she shared with Rarity. If she said yes, they would gain a deeper sisterhood. One that might even go further than the bond between Apple Bloom and Applejack. They would be slave sisters together, pleasuring the one they both truly cared about. Her heart agreed with her body. She loved them both so much. But, alas, her mind was still on the fence. Even if it was ok with them, the rest of the world…If they ever found out…

“Hmm, let me show you something,” said Rarity as she pulled away from Sweetie Belle. Slowly Rarity backed away so that Sweetie could get the full view of her sister before turning to the side, lifting her robe up enough so that her flank could be seen. Sweetie’s breath hitched slight upon seeing that sight: the traces of claw marks could be seen against her white fur. Marks given to her from the night before, maybe even this morning! Marks that could have been put on her body. Oh, just the thought of that made Sweetie squirm in her seat, legs rubbing against each other.

Through the haze of lust, Sweetie could see Rarity smirking slightly before turning. Now, Sweetie could see something she hadn’t seen last night. A tattoo right above her sister’s pussy. It was small, a purple dragon head as it breathed green flame as it circled itself.

“This is the mark I bare to prove I belong to my Master, and only my Master,” said Rarity as she let the robe fall down to the ground, letting it pool around her as she flaunted her natural beauty. “A mark you will earn once you decide to join us. Making you his as well.”

“Yes,” whispered Sweetie, her restraints completely gone now. To be marked like that, to be branded by Spike was a commitment. A promise to the one who wore it that she would always belong to him! She had no idea how she knew it, but some primal part of her knew it to be true. Sweetie might never have the dragon she loved place a ring on her finger, but this would be enough for her.

Rarity smiled as she stepped closer to her sister, a hand outstretched. “Then allow me to welcome you to our world,” she said. With no more hesitation, Sweetie Belle took hold of her sister who helped her to her hooves. And then, Rarity led Sweetie out of the kitchen and into a glorious new future.