Cutie Mark Crusader Sleepover YAY!
Scootaloo climbed into bed alongside Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. They had just got done crusading and had decided they had run out of ideas to get their cutie mark.
“Well this sure is borin’, ah wonder what we can do while in bed?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Sleeping cutie marks?” Sweetie Belle mocked. She sighed and got comfortable under the sheets. She brushed against Scootaloo and felt her soft fur. It made her blush a little. Soon, Apple Bloom was under the sheets alongside them both.
Scootaloo made a rustling noise as Apple Bloom brushed against her and there was a soft pomf as her wings popped out. “Uh, don’t mind me,” she giggled. “Dash says this happens when a pegasus is growing up and around other mares. It’s perfectly normal.”
“Ah shit,” Apple Bloom said. “Ah think ah just wet the bed.” She jumped out of bed, dripping wet from all the piss that had soaked her fur.
Scootaloo jumped out of bed, knocking Sweetie over. “Gross!”
“It’s okay, Rarity will come toss those in the laundry,” Sweetie said. “SIS! Get your ass up here!”
“Coming, darling.” Rarity trotted into the room and smelt the urine soaked bed sheets. “Ew, gross!” She lifted the sheets up in her magic, accidently bundling Apple Bloom up inside. “I’ll be right back with clean sheets, girls.”
Inside the fluffy sheets, Apple Bloom thrashed around and shouted. Unfortunately for her, Rarity was a neglectful sister during the best of times, and didn’t hear her.
“I’ll just dry these off and put these back on her bed,” Rarity said out loud. She stuffed the sheets into the dryer and set it to a one hour spin cycle, unaware that she had just tossed Apple Bloom in the dryer.
“Wait! Help!” Apple Bloom shouted. She heard something click loudly, and finally found her way out of the mess of blankets. The world started spinning and she hit her head on metal, and began tumbling. She tried to steady herself but couldn’t.
Rarity heard a loud knocking noise and figured a horseshoe had gotten in the dryer. She went upstairs and went to bed because she didn’t have the energy to deal with this right now.
Meanwhile, Scootaloo was having a different kind of problem with the new bed sheets. The soft silk was caressing her marehood, and she was getting hard. Unbeknownst to her friends, she also had a dick. “Hey, Sweetie, where’s Apple Bloom?”
“Maybe she’s trying to get a vanishing cutie mark.”
“Wow, I had too much apple juice, I’ve got to piss,” Scootaloo said.
Sweetie Belle laughed, “but I’m not done getting my cutie mark.”
“What do you mean?”
Sweetie climbed on top of Scootaloo, setting her virgin marshmallow pussy down on her muzzle, muffling her cries of protest. “I gave you all that juice so you’d give me a golden shower. Rarity says they’re simply divine.”
“Mmmph mmph!”
“Now, don’t spill on our clean bedsheets!”
Sweetie put her lips on Scootaloo’s cock as it grew out of it’s sheeth. She massaged her belly, and then pushed down on her bladder. Scootaloo couldn’t hold it in, and began to spray her urine down Sweetie’s throat. She gagged for a minute, and some of the piss dripped out her nose. Sweetie then began to gulp down every drop of the golden liquid.
She then remembered that for it to be a golden shower, she’d have to get wet. Ugh, screw the bedsheets. She pulled her mouth off and let the golden stream hit her chest. It ran down her belly and onto Scootaloo. Sweetie flipped her mane around and let the urine soak it until it was dripping wet.
Scootaloo finally ran out of urine. While Sweetie was distracted, she undid the poorly tied ropes and tied Sweetie spread eagle on the bed. “Oh, Dash told me about naughty fillies like you. She says she eats out with them all the time to teach them manners. Now I get to be your Mistress and make you do everything I say!”
“Wait, did I get my golden shower cutie mark?” Sweetie asked.
“Nope, but I can give ya a deep throatin’ cutie mark. Dash told me all about it.”
“Can ya shut up about Dash and just give me my damn cutie mark?”
Scootaloo sighed, checking the ropes and then walking above Sweetie Belle. She lined up her dick and looked down at Sweetie. “Alright, I’m gonna teach you to take it like a champ. You better not bite me, or I’ll jam it in so far you choke. Got it bitch? Now, call me Mistress.”
Sweetie was caught off guard by the sudden change in tone. “Y-yes, Mistress.”
Scootaloo pressed the head of her dick to Sweetie’s mouth. “Lick it.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sweetie giggled and began to lap at the droplets of pre-cum on the tip of Scootaloo’s cock.
“Oh yeah.” She thrust her cock in past her lips, feeling the tight mouth and rows of teeth against her shaft. “That feels great, just swirl that tongue around.”
“Mmph!” Sweetie ran her tongue along the sides of the shaft, savoring the sweet flavor. If she didn’t know better, she’d say it tasted like chicken—not that Sweetie ate chicken. . . except that one time in Band Camp.
“Fuck yeah,” Scootaloo shouted. She pushed the head of her dick against the back of Sweetie’s throat, holding it in place while she gagged. “Take it, bitch.”
Sweetie managed to stop choking and tilted her head back. She felt the thick shaft slide down her throat and couldn’t breathe for a moment. Then, she found that she could tilt her head just enough to breathe. She sucked as hard as she could on the meat stick in her mouth and heard Scootaloo moaning her approval.
Scootaloo couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. She had always had to hide her penis from other ponies for fear of being ridiculed. Now that she was shoving it down Sweetie’s throat, it was true love. She could barely hold on as she felt a wave of ecstasy spread from her dick to her marehood.
Marecum squirt out as Scootaloo approached climax, landing in Sweetie’s eyes. She gasped and sucked harder, wiggling her head to get the burning marecum out of her eyes. This pushed Scootaloo over the edge, and Sweetie felt the loads of her sperm flowing down the dick in her mouth.
Her stomach started to expand as load after load was pumped into her stomach. It felt amazing, and as Scootaloo finally withdrew it, she sucked as much of her seed out as possible. It tasted a little sweet and sour.
The door flew open and Apple Bloom stumbled in. “Mah unge! Et buernt mah unge!”
Scootaloo gasped. “What the hell happened to you?”
In front of them stood a fluffy yellow filly. Where there had once been their friend, there was now a four foot diameter ball of fluffy fur, with a tiny face buried near the front of it. The only spot she was not fluffy and yellow was her fluffy red mane.
“She’s fluffy!” Sweetie exclaimed. “Wow, I sure wish I knew another word to describe her. Let’s just call her fluffy, okay?”
“Yeah, works for me. I hate syndicates anyway,” Scootaloo replied.
“Synonyms, Scootaloo.”
“Shut up, bitch, or I’ll shove my dick back down your throat.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, Apple Bloom, say it again but use your big mare words,” Scootaloo ordered.
“Airity shuved mah in dah ryer! Mah unge is buernt!”
Scootaloo finally understood what she was saying and fell off the bed in a fit of laughter. “She burnt her tongue! What a fucking scrub.™”
“Ah aent unny!” Apple Bloom said. Were she not covered in more hair than an Italian Stallion, Scootaloo might have seen the angry expression on her face. She ran over and jumped on the bed, then rolled right off because her legs could barely reach the ground.
“This shit is too fun—oh fuck! My balls!” Scootaloo screamed. She looked down and they had swollen to twice their normal size, like two bowling balls dangling beneath a filly the size of something not much bigger than two bowling balls. Also, they were very blue. “Dash warned me about this! If I don’t ejaculate enough, they could explode!”
“Asplode? Urh nu!”
“Can I drink it all? Explode in my, Scoots, it’s tasty!” Sweetie yelled.
“No time—ugh.” Scootaloo pulled a knife out of the bedstand, probably used by Sweetie to cut herself at night because she’s a fucking worthless filly that nopony likes. “Quick, Apple Bloom! Ya got to cut my balls open and drink the spunk! Just a little cut!”
“Hue! Hah taint reenkin nu spunk!”
“Please, Apple Bloom, you have to!”
Applebloom sighed and climbed onto the bed using her fluffy hooves, and took the knife in her fluffy mouth. She stabbed it into the left testacle and white cream filling began to ooze out. It landed on Sweetie’s face and she moaned in delight as she licked it up. Apple Bloom put her fuzzy mouth on the ball, tickling Scootaloo, and began drinking it up.
“Aww, yeah! Straight to the source,” Scootaloo said. She relaxed as Apple Bloom sucked the pregnancy-inducing venom out of the testacle. After a minute and several burps, she got it all down.
“Une moar!”
Apple Bloom cut the other testacle to drain it, accidently going too deep. The testacle popped, launching a wall of spunk into Apple Bloom’s fluffy fur. It sent her flying into the wall, where the combination of four gallons stallion juice and her fluffy hair caused her to stick to the wall like a wet noodle in alfredo sauce.
“Whew, so much better now. Thanks, Fuzzy Bloom!” Scootaloo cheered.
Apple Bloom’s upset stomach began to rumble and she got furious. “Hue cuvred me en sphuink!” She was so angry she shit herself, sending a cascade of feces onto the floor below her. The force of her expulsion caused her to pop off the wall. She quickly ran and jumped on Scootaloo, pinning her down with her retarded mudpony strength.
“Ew! Get off me!”
“Not teill shu like it all off!”
“What the fuck is wrong with your tongue?” Scootaloo said. Apple Bloom stuck it out, and she could see over half had been burnt off in the dryer.
“YOU’RE GOING TO LICK ME!1!1!!” Apple Bloom screamed in her face.
“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” She started licking at the fur, cleaning all the spunk and shit out of the foot-long hairs. After a minute she had cleaned about five percent of her fur. She stopped to catch her breath. “Well, if I see yellow pubes on the toilet I’ll know who left them now!”
“Hut up!”
“Fine,” Scootaloo said. She began to cough up hairballs and then continued grooming her friend.
“I see how it is, ya make your cousin from the Big Apple sleep in the livin’ room so you can have kinky sex!” Babs said. “Well, jokes on you, because I brought the Dildo Drill 9001!” She walked in with a ridiculous three foot long black dildo with white stripes on it. “Zebraharans always have the biggest dildos!”
“Do me! Do me!” Sweetie yelled.
Babs jumped up on the bed while Scootaloo continued licking spunky-hair off Apple Bloom. Unfortunately, it was very sticky and crusty and Scootaloo could very well be licking for the rest of the fic.
As for Babs, she hadn’t heard of a little thing called lube and pushed the dry dildo up against Sweetie’s pussy. Luckily, watching Scootaloo coat the walls in cum had gotten her wet, so it was only excruciatingly painful as her cherry was popped.
The dildo was at least five inches in girth and Sweetie felt something tearing. Luckily, her vagina soon expanded to accommodate the dildo. Since she was still tied to the bed, she couldn’t escape as Babs bottomed out inside her, lifting her off the bed slightly.
“Back in the Big Apple, we like to do things fast!” Babs said. She started thrusting forward and back as fast as possible. She had bought the special two-sided model so she was also bringing herself to orgasm. “Ah yeah, this feels almost as great as the time I let that Malao colt fuck me in the ass!”
Sweetie screamed as she came, feeling her flanks burning and her stretched pussy aching. Babs fell off the dildo and watched as it was slowly sucked inside Sweetie’s pussy.
“Shit!”
“What the fuck?”
“Urnt my unge ur cum?”
“Who the hell is talking?” Sweetie asked. She craned her neck to see all three staring at her. “What?”
“Your pussy swallowed that dildo whole!” Scootaloo said.
“Really?”
“Girls!” Rarity yelled. “What is going on? Oh Celestia! Sweetie, you’re bleeding!”
She ran over and put her hoof on Sweetie’s torn perineum. Rarity wasn’t careful, and her hoof accidently pushed down on Sweetie’s anus. Unbeknownst to them, Sweetie had just gotten her cutie mark in absorption.
With a wet plop, Rarity’s hoof slid into Sweetie’s ass up to the elbow. “What the hell?”
“Sis! What’s going on?” Sweetie asked.
“I don’t know! I can’t pull my hoof out!”
Rarity felt the strong muscles of Sweetie’s anus grip her leg and pull it forward. It was up to her shoulder, where her body widened out. “Ugh, I’m stuck!”
“Oh, it feels so good!” Sweetie said.
“Sweetie, push! You’ve got to shit me out!”
Sweetie tried, and Rarity put a hoof on her plot to try and help. Unfortunately, Rarity’s hoof slipped and slid into the prolapsed anus. It swallowed the other hoof and started sucking Rarity’s other hoof in. Soon both legs were in, and her face was being forced down into Sweetie’s pussy. Not wanting to give her own sister oral, Rarity squirmed and tried to get away, until her horn poked Sweetie’s anus.
“Mmph!” was the last sound Rarity ever made as her head was swallowed in the anus. Free of obstruction, Sweetie’s rectum greedily devoured Rarity. She slid in like a greased dildo in a hooker’s vagina. Seconds later, Sweetie had a bulge in her belly, and three stunned crusaders looking at her.
“Can I go next?” Babs asked.
“Sur—”
“Why not Zoidberg? Whoop woop woop” He skittered over and dove into Sweetie’s ass, not even waiting for her to loosen up.
“Ah weel twy!” Apple Bloom offered.
Babs jumped on her fluffy fur and swam towards her pussy. Finally finding it, she licked frantically and felt Apple Bloom returning the favor. She stuck her tongue down into her vagina and felt it being tugged on.
The two ponies were approaching climax from the amazing filatio when their heads were yanked forward. Apple Bloom’s head was buried to the neck in Bab’s pussy. This made her climax, and pull Bab’s head into her own pussy.
The two fillies were now neck-deep in each other’s vagina, and pulling each other in deeper. Babs tried to push out with her hooves, only getting them stuck too. Apple Bloom made the same mistake, and the two ended up tightly bound in each other’s pussy.
They orgasmed again, and each time they struggled to get out, another orgasm would pull them right back in.
Babs’ tail swished against Sweetie’s hungry hungry anus, and was swiftly devoured. The two ponies stuck forever in cloitis were pulled into the starving black maw that was Sweetie’s ass.
Sweetie felt her back burning as a pair of wings sprouted on it. Having just devoured another two ponies she had evolved into an alicorn. She was now the official Princess of Anal Vore. It was a respected title, if only because she could eat you alive with her ass. She was strong enough to snap the ropes binding her off and look at her flanks. On one was an Alpha sign, and on the other was Omega.
“That was so awesome!” Scootaloo cheered. “Hey, is your ass winking at me?”
Scootaloo leaned in closer and felt a gust of wind. Sweetie’s ass opened up and sucked her in like a vacuum cleaner. She tumbled inside and bumped against a writhing mass of orgasming ponies.
“Oh no, I ate all my friends!” Sweetie said. She then noticed the bed sheets were being sucked into her gaping asshole. She hopped off the bed, only to find to her horror the bed was also sucked into her ass. Sweetie was the size of a small truck at this point, and tried to point her ass away from the furniture.
After the wardrobe, a witch, and a lion had been sucked into the massive black asterik between her asscheeks, the walls of the house itself collapsed and were drawn into the ever-increasing mass that was Sweetie Belle.
Moments later, she found herself laying on her growing belly, sucking in all the nearby buildings in Ponyville. Nearly three blocks had been completely cleared when she felt it stop.
“Thank Celestia!” Sweetie said. She turned around to see if Twilight’s library had survived and maybe she could help. Unfortunately it had not. She did see one of Spike’s marbles slowly rolling across the ground.
“That’s odd.” She watched the tiny marble pick up speed as it rolled towards her. Both ass cheeks began to tremble as her anus greedily sucked the small sphere towards it.
“Uh oh.” Sweetie squirmed to move, but it was too late. The marble left the ground and hit terminal velocity, slamming into her anus and causing her to reach critical mass.
There was a massive explosion and Sweetie felt the fabric of reality vibrating around her. All of Equestria winked into a miniscule string of protons, gluons, and other timey-wimey stuff, as it was sucked into her ass.
She found herself, breathless, in outer space as the sun, moon, and other celestia bodies were sucked into her ass. Sweetie was larger than she thought possible and felt like she was going to burst. The entire galaxy was sucked up her ass, and the universe soon followed.
Just when Sweetie thought she’d stop growing, she felt herself being sucked into her own ass. She screamed as her body quivered and collapsed in on itself. Every nerve in her body was compressed millions of times smaller than the tiniest neutrino.
The last thing she felt was incredibly heat as her body vaporized in a big bang.
But life will go on.
A few billion years later on a homely little planet called Earth, two amino acids joined. One was orange with purple hair, the other yellow with red hair. It was from these two amino pony acids that the first protein formed, that would give rise to a new race of lifeforms.
What could the future hold for this species?
“Well, I for one sure can’t wait to see!” Pinkie shouted. She jumped up and down on a rock over the pool of amino acids with Gummy on her back. Gummy slipped, and Pinkie dove to catch him. “Whoops!”
The rock slipped and fell into the pool of amino acids, destroying them and all the proteins inside them, thereby eliminating all life in the galaxy.
“Fuck, not again!” Pinkie said. She trotted over to a blue box and got inside. It then faded from view, leaving the bleak and barren landscape a little worse for wear, but otherwise the same as when she had gotten there.
“Dammit, Q, enough of your games!” Picard shouted. “I know you’re full of shit, but this is too far! It’s time to draw a line, this far, no further! There is no fucking way the universe was created by a sentient race of ponies that got sucked into the anus of a small filly!”
“Believe what you will, Picard. You humans always were so narrow-minded. I was just trying to open up your horizons,” Q said.
He facepalmed and shook his head. “Number one, make a witty remark for me. I just—I don’t even know what to say to this.”
Riker looked over at Q. “Why don’t you snap your fingers and um . . . actually, you remember those slave girls from Risa that I told you to get rid of earlier? Have them meet me in the ready room and you can do whatever the fuck you want to Picard.”
“What?” Picard said.
“Granted!” Q snapped his fingers, locking Riker and the two beautiful slave girls in the ready room to have tons and tons of sex.
“I would kill you if I could you insufferable ape,” Warf said.
“Eat any good—”
“It’s okay, Picard,” Daniel Jackson said. He descended from the higher plane of existence he and the other Ancients lived on to offer him comfort. “I know the Q’s are a bunch of immature children, but I’ve come to re-assure you with riddles and platitudes because my laws forbid me from directly influencing the events of any lower life forms.”
“In other words, he can watch me turn you into a Klingon tapeworm in a Ferengi’s ass, and comfort you, but not stop me,” Q explained.
“Well, when you put it that way. . .” Jackson said.
“I don’t know, I kinda liked the pony part of the story!” Westley Crusher said.
“Holy shit, what’s he still doing here?” Jackson asked.
“I didn’t have the heart to snap him out of existence,” Q said.
“This one is on the house.” In a brilliant white flash, Daniel Jackson erased Westley from existence. It was as if he never existed at all, and it pleased everyone greatly.
There was a loud screech and an explosion on the bridge as Twilight appeared, beaten and scarred in a black cat suit. “Twilight, I’ve come to warn—fuck! I teleported to the wrong dimension again!”
“Now do you believe me?” Q asked.
“No, no, no! Now I’m over four billion years tardy! This is bad, real bad!” Twilight shouted. “How on Equestria will I fix this?”
“Allow me,” Q said. He snapped his fingers, turning her into a purple plushy with fully articulated pussy. “Anyone mind if I go first?” He asked. He then teleported off the bridge with his new sex toy.
“Yeah, I’m out of here too,” Jackson said.
With his bridge now cleared, Picard looked over to Warf. “Just activate the self-destruct. I don’t want to live in this fucking world anymore.”
“Yes, sir.”
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Gummy licked the crust off his eyes as he woke up. Looking to his left slept the imbecile he called master, Pinkie Pie. She was bouncing up and down on the bed, ruining a perfectly good dream Gummy had been having.
He sighed and crawled out of bed, licking his sore gums. He wished he had just a few teeth to kill Pinkie with, or enjoy some bacon, but alas he had only his gums after the extraction. He chewed on the leafy greens in his food bowl and vowed that when he grew up and his permanent teeth came in, the pink bitch would be first to die.
Gummy sighed and went back to writing his cartoon script. Once he’d rid Ponyville of the pink one, he would submit his script titled Futuredama to Colt Broadcasting and become famous. One day Gummy would have all the ponies he could eat.
One day.