“Now, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity called to her sister, “please, for the love of Celestia, try not to destroy the whole house while I’m gone!”
Today was Rarity’s weekly meeting with Fluttershy; the usual spa treatment awaited them with a tea party afterwards. The white unicorn, wearing one of her favorite outfits, was preparing to exit her home, but wanted to give her sister one last healthy reminder of how to properly behave.
“We’ve been over this a thousand times, Rarity,” Sweetie Belle groaned, her arms frustratingly crossed across her chest. “I’m 18; I can take care of myself.”
“You said that the last week. It took Applejack and I hours to get all of those cows back to the farm!” Rarity reminded her sister of the previous week’s incident as she donned her earrings.
Sweetie Belle blushed embarrassingly, but the image of her sister trying to herd cattle still made her laugh. “Well, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom are both busy today, so I wouldn’t even be able to do anything like that anyways.”
Though she and her friends had gotten their cutie marks a few years back, the three still loved to spend time with each other and never failed in creating some sort of wacky, outlandish catastrophe. Just as Sweetie said, there would be no Cutie Mark Crusader adventures today.
“I sure do hope so because, if I come back and find the house in ruins, it’ll be your funeral!” Rarity pointed her finger sternly at her sister. The last thing she would need after a nice, relaxing day with Fluttershy would be for Sweetie to infect her mind with a whole new batch of stress.
“For the billionth time, I’m not gonna ruin anything!” Sweetie Belle squeaked as she was beginning to see red.
“Fine, fine,” her sister replied with a wave of her hand, deciding to end it there before her sister blew up at her. “Have a wonderful day, darling! Don’t leave the oven on and use baking powder to put out an electrical fire,” Rarity signed off, leaving the house and swiftly closing the door behind her.
“Ugh, I thought she’d never leave,” Sweetie Belle said to herself as she walked into the living room. As much as she loved her, Rarity could get rather difficult at times, even if she always kept Sweetie’s best interests at heart.
Sweetie Belle plopped herself down on the couch and stared blankly at the wall. What could she do to occupy her day? Apple Bloom had to buck apples with her family and Scootaloo was “busy” following Rainbow Dash around all day. Unfortunately, poor Sweetie Belle didn’t have anything to keep herself busy. She leaned her head back onto the couch, sending a puff of air upwards to move a strand of hair out from her eyes. The ticking of a clock knocked against her eardrum, the constant rhythm something for her to focus on.
“Wow… I’m bored already!”
Already. Rarity hadn’t even been gone for five minutes and she was already bored. While the clock ticked, Sweetie Belle’s fingertips drummed along the couch’s cushions, tapping the subtle fabric. This was worse than boredom.
“How am I supposed to have fun when there’s nothing around here to do?” Sweetie groaned while she got up from the couch.
She paced around the living room, her hoof beats keeping in time with the ticking of the clock. There were plenty of ways Sweetie could keep herself occupied; reading, singing, or even drawing, but none of them seemed to interest her. She was a mare, not a filly, of excitement, a pony who liked to go outside of the box, something she had done every day when she was younger.
Sweetie Belle strolled into the kitchen; a little bit of cooking ought to do the trick! She could bake a cake, a batch of cupcakes, or even make the biggest sandwich Equestria has ever seen! Her mind raced through all of the lovely possibilities, each one better than the last. Before she got started on any of them, the moody feline Opalescence paraded into the kitchen, the rustling of activity notifying her of a potential treat. She rubbed her soft cheek up against Sweetie’s leg, attempting to garner her attention.
“Oh?” Sweetie looked down at her purring cat. “Do you need something, Opal?”
The cat answered with a meow. A can of tuna would do nicely. However, Sweetie Belle wasn’t very educated in the field of feline linguistics.
“I know what you want!” Sweetie Belle announced. She left the kitchen and returned moments later with one of Opal’s toys. She bent over, her cleavage easily visible, and dangled the toy in front of the cat’s eyes.
The cat meowed and rolled its eyes. If only she could tell Sweetie Belle that she wanted a treat and not a playdate.
“You want me to throw it, don’t you?” Sweetie asked. She retracted her arm, gripping the toy, then flung it forward, propelling the toy several feet ahead of her. Opal didn’t react at all.
“Aw, come on, don’t you want to get the toy?” Sweetie crouched and met her cat at eye level, her butt jutting out in the process.
Opal meowed once more, this time with an aggravated tone. Sweetie Belle rose up and tapped at her chin, trying to scheme up a way to get her cat in the playing mood. She smiled when she cooked up the perfect idea.
“Come on, Opal!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, making the poor feline jump in fear. “Go get your toy!”
Though Sweetie meant well, the volume of her voice startled Opal so much that she bolted out of the kitchen and sped towards Rarity’s bedroom. Sweetie chased after her, calling for Opal to retrieve the mouse toy that still lay on the carpet in the living room. The cat swiftly hid under Rarity’s bed, retreating all the way to the back so she was out of the reach of Sweetie Belle.
“Opal, why don’t you want to play? I promise it will be really fun! You love that little mouse toy too!” Sweetie Belle called as she entered the room.
She approached the bed, got down on her hands and knees, and extended her hand under it, hoping to come across something furry. Her hand searched underneath the bed until it came across a mysterious object.
“Huh?” Sweetie Belle pulled the object out from the bed, revealing it to be a plain, cardboard box.
She sat down and placed the box on her lap, no longer caring about playing with her pet. She lifted it up, investigating every face of the rectangle, hoping to find some sort of twist to it; why else would Rarity have kept it under her bed?
“This is just some stupid box!” Sweetie Belle puffed, letting the box fall from her fingertips. When it hit the ground, the lid that she, somehow, neglected to notice popped off and a few of the box’s contents spilled onto the floor.
Sweetie Belle sifted through the materials on the floor. She picked up a purple, cylindrical object that was quite long in length. She looked it over, trying to find something extraordinary about it, much like the box.
“This is just some thingy!” she let go of the object, letting it fall to the floor. Upon landing, the purple object began to vibrate, moving slightly as it did so.
“Oh, it moves too.” Sweetie’s face lit up a bit. She giggled as the vibrations caused the toy to squirm around on the ground.
“What else is in here?” She fully removed the box’s lid. Inside was a bottle labeled “personal pleasure” and a magazine titled Playmare.
Sweetie Belle ignored the bottle and picked up the magazine. On the cover was Prince Shining Armor. His eyes had a look in them and a smirk was visible on his face. On top of that, he was completely shirtless, a towel draped across his muscular shoulders. It also looked like he wasn’t wearing any pants either.
“Sexy Shining’s Hot Honeymoon?” Sweetie Belle read the text off the magazine cover. “Over fifty-five steamy photos?”
Sweetie Belle was dripping with curiosity. What was so “hot” about Shining Armor’s honeymoon, and what made the photos so “steamy”? Intrigued to find out more, she opened the magazine to one of its middle pages.
“Oh… oh my…”
On the page was a picture of two stallions, with barely any clothing, inches away from each other, their hardened members touching. Sweetie Belle turned a hard red, feeling a mix of confusion and arousal. Subconsciously, she turned the page, this time coming across a picture of a lone stallion, dressed as a member of the Royal Guard. Between his legs was a rather large erection, his hand gripping it as a long string of cum shot out.
“Wow, that’s a pretty big… dick,” Sweetie gulped, imagining herself bending over for him. Between her own legs, she could feel her own excitement.
She turned the page again. Before her was an advertisement that attempted to persuade her to buy a familiar looking object: a purple, cylindrical object. The ad contained a picture of a mare using the object, the item in between her legs. A caption beneath the picture read “Voted best vibrator in Equestria!”
Sweetie Belle glanced at the ad then over at the toy, which was still vibrating on the floor. Her mind started putting together all the pieces of the puzzle.
“Is it really the best in Equestria?” Sweetie Belle asked herself while she watched the toy.
The young unicorn wasn’t completely clueless when it came to the topic of sex. She knew how it happened, how to please a stallion, and would be lying if she said she never stimulated herself to thoughts of being taken from behind. Though it was something new, the gay stallions in the magazine weren’t what interested her. Sweetie Belle was far more fascinated with the thought of her sister, Rarity, the most well-mannered and posh pony she knew, pleasuring herself to something that seemed so dirty. It was that thought that turned Sweetie Belle on.
Her hand showing a light tremble, she reached for the toy, flicking off the vibration switch as she grabbed it. Sweetie climbed onto the bed, losing her panties in the process. With the magazine in one hand and the toy in the other, she positioned herself so she could slip the toy in as deep as possible.
The young mare’s wet pussy provided enough lubrication for the toy to slip inside, its girth adding to the pleasure. Sweetie let out a soft moan when she felt the toy inside of her. While she slowly moved it back and forth, her fingers flipped through the pages of the magazine until they came across a picture that really sucked her in: one lucky stallion being spit roasted by two large cocks.
“Oh, Celestia…” Sweetie moaned as she drooled over the picture.
Soon enough, she took her hand off the toy between her legs and let her magic take over. With one hand now free, Sweetie began to massage her breasts, a finger pinching a nipple from time to time. Her breathing started to pick up while she pleasured herself with more intensity. As she looked at the picture, she imagined having one stallion thrust into her mouth while another takes her from behind.
“Fuck me…” She caught herself whispering.
Sweetie glanced down at the toy magically thrusting in and out of her. It was just then that she realized she was neglecting the toy’s distinctive feature: vibration. Using her magic, she removed the toy from her cunt and brought it closer to her face. Her tongue collected some of her juices as she searched for the vibration switch. Next to the switch was a list of vibration settings; “gradual” interested Sweetie Belle the most.
“Let’s see what this puppy can do.”
Sweetie reinserted the toy, completely oblivious to the fact that it was the wrong way. She activated the vibration with her magic and instantly felt a whole new wave of pleasure.
“Oh wow! This is pretty good!” she exclaimed.
This certainly wasn’t Sweetie’s first time exploring herself, but it was quickly becoming the best experience she had had while doing so. Her mind kept crawling back to the image of Rarity sprawled out on her bed as the toy vibrated frantically between her legs. Again, her sister acting so naughty fascinated her.
“Rarity, that’s so un-ladylike,” the unicorn whispered.
True to its setting, the toy’s vibrations started to increase in intensity, sending barrage after barrage of ecstasy through Sweetie’s body. She tried to concentrate on the magazine, but the pleasure was just too much. As it went from slow to medium and then to fast, she started to feel like putty, ready to fall apart at any second. Her breathing was now quick and separated, her chest rising then falling rapidly, her heart palpitating.
“This beats my fingers by a mile!” she squeaked between her loud moans.
She flipped over so she was on all fours, her rear rising high into the air as the toy pushed deep into her dripping marehood. The vibrator was now at max speed, causing Sweetie Belle to cry out in delight. Her legs trembled as the vibrating overwhelmed her. Sweetie closed her eyes, her face a deep red, as she felt herself nearing the edge. Subconsciously, she pushed back into the vibrating toy, juices seeping out from between her legs. Sweetie couldn’t handle it any longer. She pulled her head up from the pillow, her eyes practically rolling back into her head, as her body leapt off the edge.
“Oh, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity called as she entered the home. “I’m back! One of Fluttershy’s poor animals was feeling a bit under the weather, so we had to cut things short.”
Rarity strolled through house, just expecting to find something out of place. However, everything was in order; the house was, surprisingly, still standing! Before Rarity could relax, she heard a loud yell coming from her bedroom, the voice sounding very similar to her sister’s.
“Sweetie Belle?” Rarity called out once more before rushing towards her room in a panic.
Sweetie Belle collapsed onto the bed, her legs spread with the toy still inserted between them. Several wet spots stained the covers, evidence of her powerful orgasm. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as she recovered in afterglow.
“That… was… the best thing… ever,” she panted heavily.
“SWEET CELESTIA!”
Sweetie Belle shot up like a rocket. That voice. An extremely, all too familiar voice. Her sister’s voice. Sweetie glanced over her shoulder to see her sister standing in the doorway, her mouth falling all the way to floor.
Rarity could only see her toy and magazine on the bed, the former covered in the juices of her sister.
“Uh, hi Rarity! Guess you came home early… huh?”
