On a quiet fall night under the soft starlight, the Cutie Mark Crusaders shared a bed. The room was dimly lit by the moon, the smells of the day’s efforts in getting cutie marks mixed with that of a lemon scent set up to keep the mosquitoes at bay. All was quiet, save for the crickets out for a late night song in Ponyville’s streets.
Sweetie Belle’s ear perked in her slumber. She rolled around and rubbed her face against the pillow, basking in the warm glow of her friends flanking her. With her face down, Apple Bloom was on her right, Scootaloo was on her left, and there was enough blanket to go around, so it wasn’t any tug that had caught her attention. Blearily, she tried to place the sound that had awoken her. It wasn’t a groan, she knew that much.
Sweetie’s ears perked again, turning to a vague noise next to her. She opened her eyes to check Apple Bloom, who was still sound asleep. It must have been one in the morning, give or take. The moonlight illuminated the filly’s bedroom just enough to make out the contours of the shapes in her room, as well as the subtle movements of her friends as they dreamed on.
She turned to look at Scootaloo. The pegasus had her back to her, but she definitely wasn't sleeping. Scootaloo was moving in her sleep, and quite vigorously at that. It looked and sounded like she was stroking herself, one foreleg moving up and down under the covers at a frantic pace.
Sweetie Belle shuffled closer to her friend, who immediately turned. Scootaloo’s eyes were wide with fear, and she put a hoof on Sweetie Belle’s mouth to stop her from talking. She bit her lip and squinted her eyes like she was about to cry. She shook her head violently and pressed down on Sweetie’s mouth, hard.
Sweetie didn’t protest, her friend was too scared for this to be any kind of prank. The smell of that hoof alarmed her, though. It smelled musky, and she felt some vague instinct to try and lick it to get a taste. She couldn’t think of why, though. Sweetie Belle shook her head and placed a hoof on her own mouth as she nodded, prompting Scootaloo to withdraw hers.
Scootaloo sighed with relief. With a little duck and a sniff under the covers, Sweetie Belle realised Scootaloo smelled sweaty all over. It wasn’t a completely alien smell to her, given how often Scootaloo pushed herself for her tricks or just to cart her friends around, but that musky smell was mixed in with it now. She shrugged and narrowed her eyes, mouthing a silent ‘Why?’ in the dim moonlight.
Scootaloo bit her lip, and looked away in shame for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, her breath came in ragged and she had to gulp to brace herself. She slowly drew Sweetie Belle closer, and placed one of Sweetie’s hooves on her neck. The unicorn could feel her friend’s heartbeat, pounding and throbbing from whatever guilty pleasure Scootaloo had tried to indulge in. Scootaloo placed Sweetie’s other front hoof on a spot under her right wing.
Sweetie Belle felt out the spot, her eyes narrowed in concentration. Scootaloo’s neck felt throbbing, her wings and the area around her wings throbbed in turn, but not that one spot. It felt like a thick muscle, but it didn’t seem to share the same heartbeat. It was almost like it was just dead matter. It took all of her concentration to feel just the tiniest bit of a pulse under that fur, but it definitely wasn’t getting the same as the rest of Scootaloo’s body.
Scootaloo gulped again and lowered her left hoof to stroke over her belly. She snorted softly and breathed more heavily, her whole body tensing up. She clenched her eyes shut with guilt as she stroked herself between her hind legs, which coated her hoof with more of that musky scent.
Sweetie Belle kept her hooves on the filly’s neck and that dead spot under her wing. Scootaloo’s temperature went up, her whole body tensed, and the spot under her wing started to throb ever so slightly. She closed her eyes again and gritted her teeth as she went, shame written all over her face. The muscles around her wings were clenching hard, as were her shoulders and even her face.
Sweetie Belle winced in sympathy. She took her hoof off that throbbing neck and slid closer to Scootaloo, close enough for their bellies and chests to touch. She moved Scootaloo’s stroking hoof away, instead placing that foreleg around her so Scootaloo wound up hugging her.
Scootaloo shivered and recoiled. Sweetie Belle just smiled and ran a hoof over the pegasus’ sides. Immediately a wave of relaxation ran over Scootaloo’s body. All over, her muscles unwound from the self-inflicted tension. Sweetie Belle gently took hold of Scootaloo’s hooves and wrapped them around her waist, letting the two get nice and close. She paused and tilted her head towards her, wordlessly asking permission.
After a moment, Scootaloo smiled and nodded.
Sweetie Belle hugged her close, rubbed her whole body over Scootaloo’s and softly blew in the girl’s ear, making Scootaloo shiver and nearly moan. Scootaloo kept her teeth close together, if only to stop Apple Bloom from waking up. Sweetie Belle’s hooves blindly explored over Scootaloo’s lithe body, rubbing and stroking the hard muscles.
Scootaloo was, as far as Sweetie Belle could feel, a very strong and lean filly. She’d heard the girl talk about how her mother would joke no monster would ever eat her, she was so chewy. Slowly rubbing over her friend’s haunches, getting a good feel for every tight and strong fibre under that skin, Sweetie Belle was inclined to agree. She ran her hoof over the little pit of Scootaloo’s back next, carefully circling around all the harder spots to warm them up. More importantly, she made Scootaloo relax and enjoy herself. She knew what Scootaloo had tried to do, and she knew it wouldn’t work with too much tension.
One by one, what muscles she could reach got their little rub and stroke to warm up, adding to the sweat that was already coating their owner. Sweetie Belle nuzzled and licked Scootaloo’s face, just to make sure she was comfortable. Scootaloo didn’t protest. She closed her eyes and focused on keeping her breath steady.
The unicorn brushed over the dead spot again. It pulsed slightly harder, but still weakly. She kissed Scootaloo on the forehead and kept her lips there, just letting the warmth sink through for a moment. Scootaloo moaned under her breath and thrust her hips against Sweetie Belle’s. It was just a tiny thrust of instinct, but Sweetie Belle returned it with a smile. Scootaloo’s hind legs squeezed, and Sweetie Belle took that as a cue to keep up the soft thrusts.
Another brush over the dead spot, and this time the pulse was stronger. That stubborn muscle began to twitch in time with Scootaloo’s thrusts. Sweetie Belle nuzzled Scootaloo’s neck again, making her whimper. She let her nuzzling turn to a nibble, which made the pegasus’ thrusts even more powerful. Sweetie Belle held her tight in the hug.
Right on cue, Scootaloo gasped and bit her lip to stop from groaning in guilty pleasure. Her hips bucked and thrusted out of control, her wings began to flap, and the dead spot finally throbbed the same way as the rest of her body.
Sweetie Belle smiled to herself as she kept her friend steady and quiet, riding the thrusts and rubbing her back gently.
Scootaloo finally regained her composure and opened her eyes. “S-stop.”
Sweetie Belle eased off her grip, but didn’t release just yet. Scootaloo panted in relief and smiled. “Thank you.”
Sweetie Belle shrugged and shook her head. Scootaloo’s eyes had been closed nearly the whole time, which probably meant she just wanted to imagine a boy holding her. It didn’t matter. As far as Sweetie Belle was concerned, it was just a friend helping a friend.
Scootaloo’s ears flattened in the dark as she stared at something past Sweetie Belle’s head.
Sweetie Belle turned to find a frowning and definitely awake Apple Bloom looking at the pair. Sweetie opened her mouth to protest, Apple Bloom blocked it with her hoof. She shook her head. “Don’t worry about a thing, just tell me in the morning. And try not to wake me up again?”
They both nodded and lay their heads down again. Scootaloo released Sweetie Belle from her grip and turned around, before shuffling closer so her back was touching Sweetie Belle’s warm belly.
As for Sweetie Belle, she indulged in a little self-praise before nodding off again.
I knew that book would be good for me. I can see why Twilight tried to hide it so far up. She yawned. Good thing I’m such a good climber.
Author's Note
Yeah, really short, I know. It's mostly an exercise to try to do the exact opposite of what I did with Passiflora's Plight. It's also not supposed to be just hot, nor is it the sort of story I'd write if I wanted to do a full-on clop.
Trust me, you'll know when I do a full-on clop.
