Chapters Cherilee dismissed the class and everypony filed out of the schoolhouse to go and play. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon shoved ahead of everypony else, holding their heads high as they scoffed at the lesser ponies with whom they were forced to attend school. Not a day went by that the two of them didn't wish they were at a more prestigious private school up in Baltimare, or Fillydelphia.
Well, that is Diamond Tiara wouldn't stop daydreaming about it anyway. Silver Spoon didn't necessarily mind Ponyville that much, but her friend's opinions had a habit of sounding so much better than her own thoughts. Arguing seemed pointless—no reason to mess with perfection, after all!
Today was unusually peaceful, however, what with those Cutie Mark Lame-saders out sick with some illness bound to be far less severe than they deserved. Silver Spoon was always so thankful for days like these, when Diamond Tiara didn't have any pesky blank-flanks to deal with, and the two of them could spend hours together without a care in the world. She smiled widely at her best friend, though anytime she turned her way she would tone it down and become a bit more demure.
"Silver...I had an idea today, but it relies heavily on you," Diamond Tiara said suddenly. Silver Spoon perked up instantly but tried not to show too much enthusiasm. Ah, there wasn't much point in that: Diamond Tiara could read her like a book, and she already had that impish grin on her face that she got every time she started concocting something devious.
Something told Silver Spoon that she would be going along with it like always, and that thought excited her even as it frightened her. She couldn't explain why—and she dared tell nopony else, especially not her —but whenever Diamond Tiara ordered her around, she liked it. She really enjoyed obeying Diamond's commands, a lot.
"Silver! Can I count on you? Helloooooooo, something else grab your attention?" Diamond Tiara stood there, impatiently tapping her hoof. Silver Spoon nodded mutely, broken from her momentary reverie. "Geez, got your head in the clouds today, huh," she smirked, then continued walking along the path back to her house. "Well, anyway, let me fill you in on the details, and do me a favor here and PAY ATTENTION?
"So, like I said, I just had this brilliant idea while Cherilee was droning on about flowers or whatever," Diamond Tiara started, her voice twinkling with the self-satisfaction of somepony that just hit the lottery. "You know Apple Bloom's got a big brother, well, I was thinking how absolutely delicious it would be for somepony—you—to let's say...seduce him. That would really get under Apple Bloom's skin!
"Maybe you could even dump him and break his heart, OOOH that'd be just so horrible I can't even wait to see the look on her face when she hears who did it!" Diamond Tiara was positively giddy as she laid out her devilish designs. All the while Silver Spoon nodded and tried her best not to interrupt—Diamond Tiara hated interruptions when she was in the middle of masterminding.
"So, you'll do it, right?" Diamond Tiara was looking right at Silver Spoon with that expectant look, the look both of them gave their servants on a daily basis. It was that look to communicate a demand, even if phrased in the form of a request, and it was penetrating deep into Silver Spoon's very being. She acceded immediately, but she knew she never had a choice in the matter right from the start. Her stomach filled with butterflies as she made her friend smile at her answer. She loved seeing Diamond Tiara smile, not like the smile she wore when she was taunting Scootaloo or anypony else, but a true smile—one that filled Silver Spoon with warmth.
"Great, I'm so happy that you're in on this with me Silver, I just know you'll be able to do this!" The two fillies beamed in anticipation of completing this brilliant trick, and it was only at the back of her mind that Silver Spoon wondered just what sort of sexy chicanery had she unwittingly signed herself up for.
"I'll show you what I've already prepared up in my room, but for now I can tell you this: remember that weird doll Twilight Sparkle cast some dumb spell on to make everypony go completely nuts over it? Well, the other day I 'overheard' Apple Bloom let slip that apparently her brother still keeps the ugly thing! He's developed some sort of fetish for it. So, naturally, he'd be very attracted to anypony that looked like it, don't you agree?"
Silver Spoon blinked and looked around, surprised to find herself already in Diamond Tiara's room. She knew she tended to hyper-focus on Diamond Tiara when she spoke, but it still jarred her every time she broke out of that trance-like state and found herself far afield of where she started.
Diamond Tiara was rummaging through some ratty scraps of cloth that couldn't have belonged to her—far too pedestrian to even qualify as a worn dishrag in this household. These tatters looked beyond impoverished, the type that some farmhand would donate to a used-clothes drive. A wave of horror washed over her as she realized Diamond meant to dress her in some garment hidden within that pile. Her stomach churned as indeed Diamond Tiara brought up a pair of blue shorts with white polka-dots, and a mop-head of woven corded yarn.
"Um, so what's that garbage for, again?" Silver Spoon asked, hoping that it was maybe just a sick practical joke.
"Duh, this is the disguise, Silver! Try and keep up, will you? Now, put these on," Diamond Tiara threw the 'articles' at her friend's hooves and Silver Spoon cringed inwardly as she donned the mop-head as a wig, and slid the shorts up her hind-quarters. Well, even with the glasses, she did make for a pretty darn good imitation of Smarty Pants. Diamond Tiara pridefully assessed her compatriot's new pageantry and smugly nodded to herself. This is going to work, Diamond Tiara thought with a smirk.
Diamond leaned in close and fixed up the makeshift wig, arranging it in the style of a doll's tousled mane. "Now, all you have to do while wearing this is basically get him to fall in love with you. Maybe you can even get a kiss from him," Diamond laughed, "And really you don't have to do very much besides use that voice we do when we ask daddy for something; stallions can't say no to it.
"Plus since you look like the doll he already has some sort of crush on this shouldn't be hard or anything," Diamond Tiara said with an eye-roll as she retrieved a compact from her dresser and applied a little extra make-up to Silver Spoon's face: a little blush, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick (of course). Nothing too dramatic, but just enough to get that 'tarted-up doll' look a young filly that read too many back issues of Cosmarepolitan might imagine stallions probably really liked.
Satisfied with her creation, Diamond Tiara smiled and rubbed her hooves together maniacally. "Go forth and conquer!" She cackled wickedly, pointing out the door of her bedroom. Silver Spoon simply stood stoicly, sure she hadn't heard Diamond Tiara hurrying her out all on her own, alone.
"Uh, you aren't coming with me?" Silver Spoon's eyes were wide behind those thick-rimmed glasses.
"Duh, of course I can't go, cuz then he would get suspicious seeing somepony else around with the living ponyfication of his little toy. I would watch from a distance but I can't risk being spotted by Applejack, or Apple Bloom, or any of the other Apples least of all Big Mac," she explained dryly. Diamond Tiara always had that way with words that put Silver Spoon completely at ease, and forget all her complaints. Reassured, Silver Spoon trotted out of Rich Manor with confidence surging through her veins.
But by the time Silver Spoon reached Sweet Apple Acres, most of that confidence was gone, replaced with a nervous tummy ache and a creeping sense of dread that this wasn't going to work at all . She couldn't give up though, because Diamond Tiara would be so mad at her. Or worse, she would be disappointed, and Silver Spoon would have failed her after all the hard work she'd done fabricating this costume and weaving such an intricate plot.
Silver Spoon couldn't fail her friend by giving up without even trying. She had to at least confront Big Macintosh, and if he saw through the ruse, so be it. But she wouldn't do anything to purposely cause this plan to fail. She just had to do her best and hope for...what? What exactly was a success going to look like for this scenario?
She was about to find out, because up ahead in the orchard she spotted him , standing next to a cart already full of bushels of apples. He was distracted by the task of loading more and more into the overloaded wagon, so she had the element of surprise on her side. She snuck up alongside him and cleared her throat. Startled, he turned around and blinked, several times, because before him stood Smarty Pants in the flesh.
Oh no, I've gone and been taken with the heat stroke, he lamented. He always suspected he would go out this way, but the prospect of his death at such a young age still struck him with the suddenness of his own mortality. He made his way over to the stream nearby and doused his head in the water, and drank deeply from the cool brook, until he felt certain any more water would make his stomach turn.
Pulling his head from the stream and drawing in a deep breath, he was relieved when he turned around and saw the hallucination was gone. Then he felt her as she brushed up against him, and he looked down to see she was still there. Hallucinations don't feel real, do they? He pondered this silently, and waited for her to speak.
"Hey there Big Mac, I've been watching you," she smiled demurely, her charm in full force the way she normally asked her father for more shopping money. "You work so hard around here, and nopony ever sees fit to reward you for any of it," her flank rubbed against his suggestively, and he became increasingly certain that she was in fact real.
"Come, lie down with me," she cooed, sauntering over to the shade of a nearby apple tree. Not entirely dissuaded of the notion that he might still have heat stroke and not realize it, he joined her underneath the freshly-bucked tree, allowing the coolness to wash over him as he lay down next to her. Up close though he did now notice two things: this filly was wearing a mop for a wig, and she had a spoon for a cutie mark.
Hmm, this isn't Smarty Pants, so it must be real and not just my imagination...which means this young filly is dressed up as Smarty Pants...but why? Big Macintosh found himself plagued by more questions, the answers not forthcoming either. He allowed himself to enjoy the break from bucking apples and loading up the cart, but relief would not come. He found it very difficult to let his guard down around this strange filly, and to complicate things further, he found her tone and body language highly arousing.
Smarty Pants already held special meaning to him, and now a real live pony was cos-playing as her, and dropping very graphic hints that she wanted to act out his deepest fantasies. How could she know? The prospect that she read his mind was terrifying, and yet even so his erection was as hard as wrought iron. Fear and arousal battled for dominance as his heart raced.
"Oh my, you're so big," she remarked, noticing his throbbing stallionhood peeking out between his legs.
"Much too big for you to handle on your own, little filly," he replied quietly, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Oh no, I'm sure I can take it, I'm a big girl," she lied, never even having so much as kissed a colt before. Still a virgin, and now she was just expected to take his gigantic—
No! No, I can't fail Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon thought, Besides, I really just have to steal a kiss, that's all. That shouldn't be too...hard... Her thoughts drifted as she found herself staring at his meaty length, easily bigger than her legs. Then again, she didn't say where I had to kiss him, she licked her lips, eyes fixated on Big Macintosh's veiny shaft.
Within Big Macintosh, arousal finally won out the battle for hearts and minds, and he resolved to just go with it. Leaning down he nuzzled at her neck and kissed her on the cheek. She flushed a deep red, almost as red as he, and tilted her head up to kiss him on the lips. She reached forward to idly stroke his cock as they made out, feeling it twitch under her touch all the while.
As their lips parted, neither could stand to wait any longer. "Big Macintosh, buck me up against this tree," she huskily exclaimed, placing her front hooves against the rough bark and sticking her ass out. Her marehood was already wet with dew and her own anticipation.
"Eeyup," Big Mac replied, rising to his full height, towering over her easily as he stepped forward and positioned himself at her rear. He eased himself in slowly, knowing ahead of time it would be a tight fit at best. Worst case he could kill this filly if he went too hard, too deep, too fast. He put his shoulder against the tree, to stop him from thrusting with his full strength, and slowly but surely he slid into her hot, tight entrance.
Silver Spoon gasped in pain, and bit her lip as tears streamed down her face. It was finally going to happen for her, she was finally going to lose her virginity. She writhed beneath him, partially from the pain but also from the sweet agony of getting what she wanted, and that strange pleasure of being reamed. Her cunt screamed out in pain and bled as he pierced her cherry, and made her his mare in that orchard.
She groaned as she realized he was still working his way into her. He wasn't even halfway in and he was still drilling deeper into her. Big Macintosh wasn't even done with his initial penetrating stroke. She felt herself being filled up more and more with his elephantine dick, and felt the breath being pushed from her body. She hoped he bottomed out soon so that he would start receding from her. She could feel his heartbeat in his cock through her walls, and it aroused her as much as it terrified her.
Finally Big Macintosh hit her cervix and could go no further, not unless he had a hole that needed filling somewhere else. He started to drag himself back out of her, and could hear her struggling underneath him to keep her footing and not simply be pulled along with him. Gradually her wetness began to lubricate things a little more adequately, and as she became accustomed to his size and relaxed, he found it easier to pull back until he was just inside her. Confident that the groundwork had been laid properly, he started to pump into her with a little more gusto, each stroke coaxing a moan or a stifled yelp from Silver Spoon.
Her ordeal would not last long. Unromantic as her first time was, Big Macintosh was rapidly approaching his limit. He pressed his shoulder hard into the tree in front of him, and it creaked loudly, turning into the shrill snapping of bark and wood as it buckled under his titanic strength. He pressed so hard against that rough bark that he drew blood from his shoulder, but it had to be done. He was trying his best not to slam into her with his entire weight, as his orgasm rolled to a crescendo.
Silver Spoon heard him croak out, "Eeyep," and then a strange feeling filled her with heat as he gurglingly pumped hot seed into her belly. She sighed, content yet not nearly satisfied, as he spurted his liquid love into her cunt. Finished, he withdrew with a heady sigh and collapsed in the shade of the now broken tree. She wobbled unsteadily, taking a step or two before toppling down face first into the grass, her disheveled wig flying from her pinned down mane.
Realizing that she would need some comfort after such an experience, he reached out to her, taking her under his hoof and holding her close to his taut muscular body. She was glad that he cared enough to at least embrace her after bucking her that hard. She got the distinct impression that this whole prank was a bad idea, that he didn't deserve to have his heart broken. Somehow though, she figured he had to be smarter than he looked and probably figured this whole scheme out from the very start.
Once she recovered enough to stand, she modestly gave him a final peck on the cheek in parting, and sauntered away shakily, legs wobbling all the while, her hips waving from side to side. Big Macintosh nodded to himself in satisfaction of a job well done, and took harness of the apple cart to bring the harvest to the barn.
The next day, Big Macintosh spotted another filly approaching him, again dressed up like Smarty Pants. This one was pink, her lavender mane striped with white. Welp, if Apple Bloom ever comes at me looking like that, that's when I'll drown myself in the river, he thought, his length already growing from his sheath, and quickly hardening.
The next week, a modestly recovered Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were reunited with the now thoroughly-rested Cutie Mark Crusaders. During class it was all sneers and yuck-faces once more, or at least when Cheerilee wasn't looking. When she turned to address all her students, it was all smiles as usual, some perhaps a little more forced than others.
When the bell rang and she dismissed her class for recess, all the fillies and colts bolted for the door. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sauntered out to the soft grass and rested their behinds. "Remind me not to include Big Macintosh in any plans of mine in the future, okay Silver?" Diamond Tiara asked with a wince, unable to find the sitting position that would bring as little discomfort as possible.
Silver Spoon sighed, "I'm sorry he saw through my disguise, and I'm sorry that it didn't quite go the way you pla—"
"Well if it isn't mah least fav'rit Eskimo sisters!" Apple Bloom snickered.
"Yeah, having trouble sitting much?" Scootaloo giggled, pointing at the two seated fillies.
Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were aghast. "Yep, Big Mac told me all about how two certain fillies dressed up like his DOLL and threw themselves at him, desperate to get rutted! Bahahahahaha," Apple Bloom laughed, falling onto her back and clutching her sides.
"Yeah, maybe we should call you two 'Loves-to-Spoon' and 'Hymen Tiara!'" Squeaked Sweetie Belle giddily.
"What's a hymen?" Scootaloo asked, and Apple Bloom leaned over to whisper it in her ear. Scootaloo blushed and her wings flapped open at what she heard.
"Yeah well, you're all just a bunch of blank flanks!" Diamond Tiara yelled, beaming as she wiped the grins from the faces of the CMC. "Bump, bump, sugar lump, ru—ow..." Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara moaned ruefully as they completed their trademark move and accidentally agitated their still-sensitive areas.
As Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom had nothing that countered being called 'blank flanks,' they frowned and trotted off with not even a snicker at the two bumping their tender uglies together. Scootaloo remained behind however, still blushing.
"What do you want, Scootadoofus?" Diamond Tiara sneered.
"Um, I'm...I just..." Scootaloo stammered, looking increasingly flushed and flustered.
"Seriously spit it out already," Silver Spoon sighed impatiently. She couldn't talk with Diamond Tiara more until this third wheel left them alone.
"Uh well, I was just wondering, you two really did 'it' with Big Macintosh?" She asked, clearly embarrassed.
"Well, if you must know, yes," Diamond Tiara replied, "But it doesn't surprise me that losing my cherry is just another thing that we did before you," she stated smugly.
"Oh well um, yeah, I mean that's fine, I was just wondering," Scootaloo said sheepishly, unsure of why she even asked in the first place.
Diamond Tiara raised an eyebrow and exchanged wicked glances with Silver Spoon. "Hmm, well me and Silver were going to have a sleepover at my place in a few days, maybe you'd like to be my guest and we can get really juicy with the details," she offered with that menacing grin she wore whenever she was planning something devious.
Scootaloo should have been on to them from the start, but it was too good to pass up, and she hastily accepted. "Oh boy, I'd love to, that's super nice of you two," she shouted with a wide smile.
Scootaloo ran off to join her friends, beaming from ear to ear. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon started chuckling in a foreboding manner and rubbing their hooves together. This sleepover was going to be the best one yet, and it all came down to what they planned to 'play' with their 'guest of honor.'
A few days later, after the young ponies were dismissed from class, Scootaloo broke from the CMC to walk with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Now was her chance to get them to lay off of her maybe, or at least be nicer. Best case though, she could win their friendship and make them stop making fun of her and Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle about not having cutie marks. Oh no wait, BEST case, I could actually GET my cutie mark from this! Scootaloo thought excitedly, her wings fluttering up a mini-storm.
Diamond Tiara's house wasn't far away, but boy was it big. It was the biggest house in Ponyville, or at least the biggest Scootaloo had seen. It was easily bigger than Town Hall. Filthy Rich must be really...well, really rich, Scootaloo thought absent-mindedly, as she stepped through the iron gates and walked through the front yard, her mouth open in awe.
"Gee, don't hold your mouth open like that, it might stay that way," snickered Diamond Tiara.
"Wait, I thought that we—" Silver Spoon started but was interrupted with a shush from Diamond Tiara.
"Huh, what now?" Scootaloo asked, breaking away the wonderful distraction that was Diamond Tiara's topiary garden.
"Nothing, just some awesome secret plans for some secret stuff we secretly planned to do with you. But it's a secret," Diamond Tiara smirked, raising an eyebrow. "That means if you wanna do it you can't tell anypony, you got that?"
"Oh wow, well...I Pinkie-Promise not to tell," Scootaloo spoke solemnly. Already here, may as well find out whatever it is they wanted to do, though inwardly she balked at having invoked the Pinkie-Promise unbidden.
"Um yeah right, whatever, it's not that big of a secret but anyway, c'mon up to my room, I have all sorts of fun games we can play," Diamond Tiara smiled, and for a moment she let slip that genuine smile that Silver Spoon loved so much. Silver smiled at the sight and Scootaloo found it infectious, beginning to smile as well. Maybe this won't be so bad, Apple Bloom was probably wrong...
In Diamond Tiara's room there were lots of board games, dolls, various toys, and most curiously a bottle and two harnesses with batons stuck onto them. Diamond Tiara lead them all to the middle of the room and picked up the bottle. "Ever play 'Spin-the-Bottle,' Scoots?" She asked, and Scootaloo shook her head 'no.' Silver Spoon was ecstatic, and looked like she might burst from happiness the way she was grinning from ear to ear.
"Gee Silver, calm down," Diamond Tiara laughed, and dropped the bottle on the floor, taking a seat next to it. "Scootaloo, it's simple: we each take turns spinning this bottle. Anypony it points to, you have to make out with. That's the rule. Corollary: if it lands on yourself you spin again," she laid out the rules firmly but dryly. "I'm going first, cuz it's my house and my bottle."
Diamond Tiara spun the bottle and it slowly came to a stop pointing half-way between Scootaloo and Silver Spoon. Quickly she reached down with her hoof and pointed it at Silver Spoon. She leaned over to her best friend and the two kissed! Oh wow, I've never seen anypony kiss before, Scootaloo thought nervously. She felt excited at the prospect, especially since it would be her first time.
Their lips pulling apart, Silver Spoon trembled with desire as she realized it was her turn. Reaching down she gave the bottle a powerful spin, hoping it would land on Diamond Tiara. No such luck however, as slowing to a stop it pointed straight at Scootaloo. Silver Spoon visibly deflated, but silently resolved to kiss the pegasus with such vim that it would impress her best friend. I'm just going to pretend it's Diamond Tiara, and I'm gonna make her wish she was Scootaloo with this kiss, Silver Spoon vowed.
Leaning over with determination in her eyes, she took off her glasses and Scootaloo had but mere moments to appreciate the way Silver Spoon looked without her glasses on before their lips were locked together. Scootaloo didn't know what to do, she felt Silver Spoon's tongue slowly worm into her mouth and in a panic, mirrored the action, working her tongue into Silver's mouth. She closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, letting the much more experienced pony give her an experience that would last a lifetime.
When the kiss finally broke, Diamond Tiara did look impressed, and she was blushing slightly. Silver Spoon put her glasses back on and sighed with satisfaction. Scootaloo shakily placed a hoof on the bottle and gave it her best spin. It was an amateur attempt, however, and rotated barely a quarter to land on Diamond Tiara. It didn't even make one full rotation. "Uh, you got to spin it again Scoots, it has to at least pass yourself before it lands on anypony," Silver said, making up a rule on the spot. Scootaloo turned to Diamond Tiara to see her nodding in agreement, so she spun it again.
This time, it landed on...Scootaloo. She face-hoofed, realizing she broke a rule again, and gave it another feeble spin. This time it successfully made a full rotation, and just barely made it to Diamond Tiara before coming to a stop. Silver Spoon silently fumed, but Diamond Tiara was eager to get another turn. Together, the two leaned in and began kissing.
Scootaloo tried to mimic what Silver Spoon had done with her tongue, and found that Diamond Tiara was familiar with the action, her own tongue slipping into Scootaloo's mouth as they kissed. They swapped spit and tongue-wrestled, Scootaloo really getting into it more than she ever expected to, before they finally parted. Diamond Tiara took her turn once more, and again it landed on Silver Spoon. The game followed rather predictably, with everypony getting to kiss somepony else when it was their turn. Silver Spoon would give Scootaloo dirty looks every time they had to kiss or Scootaloo had to kiss Diamond Tiara.
Finally they had enough, and Scootaloo worked up the courage to ask about the strange baton-harnesses. "Oh those? That's the super secret thing we had planned for you, but...I'm not sure if you're ready for it. Silver, what do you think?" Diamond Tiara asked, turning to her friend. Silver Spoon shook her head 'no,' but then remembered it was part of the plan and started nodding 'yes' rather sheepishly.
Scootaloo watched with fascination as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon got up and strode over to the harnesses, pulling them up around their hind legs. Scootaloo realized that the batons were meant to imitate a stallion's parts. "We thought, since you wondered what Big Mac did with us, that we could just show you rather than tell you," Diamond Tiara said with a wicked smile.
"Uh, no thanks, that's okay, I don't think I want to know anymore," Scootaloo said, as she heard a *click* and looked behind her to see Silver Spoon locking the door.
"Oh don't worry yourself, you wanted to know what a hymen was right? Well we're gonna show you when we take it from you! Get her, Silver!" Diamond Tiara shouted with evil glee, and the two ponies leapt at the pegasus. Scootaloo was frozen in fear, and as quick as a flash they were upon her, holding her down.
"Diamond Tiara what do we do, she isn't fighting it," Silver asked confusedly.
"Good, she's decided to accept her fate and take it willingly, I like it," Diamond Tiara said with a smile. "Well then, as a reward, let's be gentle with her."
Silver Spoon nodded and rubbed the cock of her strap-on against Scootaloo's virgin slit. Seeing how dry the pegasus was, she lubed her dong quickly and began sliding it around the lips of her friend's cunt, getting her ready for penetration. Meanwhile at her mouth, Diamond Tiara was having Scootaloo say 'ah' and take the dildo into her mouth.
After a few minutes of grinding, Silver Spoon was finally probing a reaction out of Scootaloo. Silver could tell from her body language that Scoots was ready to get it, so she slowly slid the head of the strap-on into her dampened cunt. Up front, Scootaloo moaned around the dildo in her mouth, sucking on it with renewed vigor as Diamond Tiara started to buck into her mouth softly, getting off on dominating her.
Silver Spoon pushed in deeper and deeper with each thrust, feeling her hips connect with Scootaloo's, going as deep as the dong allowed. Silver started to saw in and out, doing it the way Big Macintosh had to her, knowing this would make Scootaloo feel 'good.' Sexually she was completely confused by what she was doing, except that she knew she wanted to do this with mares, and maybe even not with a dildo, either.
Diamond Tiara quickly bored of using the strap-on as a surrogate cock, and took it off to allow Scootaloo to whine needfully into her aching pussy. Diamond smiled and sighed contentedly at subverting Scoots' will to satisfy her own needs, feeling the pegasus' face being shoved into her mound with each thrust from Silver Spoon.
Silver Spoon had sweat rolling down her forehead as she grabbed onto Scootaloo's sides and started really reaming her out hard. All the promises to Diamond Tiara going out the window as she let her rage and frustration guide her actions, pounding away at the young filly like she wanted to do to the whole world. Why can't it be Diamond Tiara between my legs, why does it have to be this worthless chicken? Silver Spoon grit her teeth and rutted into Scootaloo angrily, hate-bucking her with a jealous passion.
Scootaloo yelped at the sudden flurry of thrusts, being pounded harder than before, as her tongue pushed into Diamond Tiara's folds. Diamond Tiara had her hooves tangled in her hair, keeping her face buried there in her pink cunt, moaning softly as she felt Scootaloo eat her out and her tongue fly back and forth between her pussy and her clit.
Silver Spoon's hooves dug into Scootaloo's sides harder, and as she heard Diamond Tiara and Scoots' cries of ecstasy rise, she slammed her hips deeply against Scootaloo's and then withdrew completely, diving between the pegasus' legs to finish her off with her tongue, getting a faceful of mare-cum as Scootaloo erupted all over Silver Spoon's face. Scootaloo's wings were a flurry of motion as she pushed her own face into Diamond Tiara's cunt, eating her out relentlessly in a blind craze of motion, rubbing and probing her tongue all over Diamond's hot wet mound. Diamond Tiara rewarded her with a big mouthful of mare-juice for her to lick up.
As they all came down from the throes of heated passion, Diamond Tiara pushed Scootaloo away and curled up into a ball to ride out the last of it. Scootaloo could do nothing but merely lie there until Silver Spoon tired of tonguing her, and sat back to rub herself to completion and let the pegasus rest.
After a few minutes of resting, Diamond Tiara sat up and looked over at Silver Spoon. The two exchanged knowing glances, and together yelled, "MAKE-OVERS!" They burst into fits of giggles as they grabbed some towels and cleaned their faces, before out came the make-up kits, the lipsticks, the mascara, the blush, the eyeliner and eyeshadow. They laughed as they made-up each other's faces and then went to work on Scootaloo's, making her look as prettified as they were. Scootaloo merely sat there in a daze, unsure of what was happening, or what had just transpired no less.
Soon enough, Scootaloo found herself shakily walking away from Rich Manor, her mind awash with shame and frustration and anger at her own naivete. How could I have fallen for one of their cheap tricks? She thought to herself, her mascara running down her cheeks. I swear with Celestia as my witness, I will have my revenge on those two, by any means necessary.
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At the Cutie Mark Crusaders' Clubhouse the following afternoon, Scootaloo was seething with barely-contained contempt. "Argh, those stuck-up jerks! I really want to get them back for what they did to me!"
"Um, just what did they do?" Squeaked Sweetie Belle.
"Yeah, you never did tell us about that. Not to mention what they did to mah brother, but Ah guess you're okay with that?" Apple Bloom chimed in with a roll of her eyes.
Scootaloo wasn't sure what to say, remembering she had a Pinkie-Promise to keep, so she came up with, "They put...make-up on me."
"Really, that's it?" The other two crusaders asked in unison, minds blown by such an absurd slight.
"It was humiliating. I don't wanna talk about it," Scootaloo said dejectedly, the anger leaving her body as she slumped in sadness.
"It's okay Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle chirped, "We'll still help you get revenge on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon."
"Yeah, it's not as though those two are shinin' pillars of the community," Apple Bloom added.
Scootaloo swelled with adoration for her fellow crusaders. "Well then you're in luck, because I already have a plan," she said, explaining the details of her idea in full to her compatriots as they marched through the Everfree Forest to where Zecora lived.
At Zecora's hut, Scootaloo explained as much of the situation as she could to the zebra shaman. "...and so that's why we need potions to change us into stallions temporarily," she finished.
"I do not understand your scheme, but to make the potion I will need cream," she rhymed cryptically.
"Cream? Well why didn't you say so? I can just go on back t' th' farm and get some from Bessie," Apple Bloom grinned.
"I do not mean the cream you drink, I meant the kind with lots of zinc," she said.
"Zinc, like Zinconium? I think my sister has some of those kinds of crystals, though that doesn't sound familiar," Sweetie Belle offered.
"No, no, you innocent ponyfolk, you will need the cream from a bloke," Zecora rhymed in frustration.
"Cream from a bloke? Oh ...eeewwwwww," Scootaloo groaned as she realized the meaning behind Zecora's words. Cream from a bloke, that's high in zinc. Of course. "Uh Apple Bloom, I don't think Bessie will be able to help us, but what was the name of that bull?"
"Bull cream will simply not substitute; pony cream it must be absolute," she stated firmly. "Cream of a bull would change the effects, do believe this formula is quite complex."
"Well just where the heck are we suppos'd to find stallion cream?" Apple Bloom asked.
"Alright so we got everything on the list except for...the cream," Apple Bloom sighed, the amateur potionista grinding her teeth at the prospect of having to turn to her brother for some of his cream . "Cain't we turn to somepony else?"
"Sure, know anypony?" Scootaloo asked completely seriously. They honestly did not know any other stallions, not on a named-basis at any rate. They recalled their song about finding the perfect stallion: they could not ask a colt nor an overly elderly stallion. They didn't want to ask the one covered in jelly or the one that had a garbage pail for a cutie mark. The serious one, the silly one, the one with the flu, there were so many that just didn't seem like good candidates. And all the best stallions were already taken, they'd established that.
So they had to think about the ones they dismissed that weren't outright disgusting: the flashy one, the splashy one, the short one, the tall one, the one that was too clean. Even reviewing these 2nd-string ponies they couldn't settle on just one that would be right for this particular demand. Even Apple Bloom was eventually forced to admit that Big Macintosh was in many ways the perfect stallion they always knew him to be. That made asking him for cream all the more awkward. They drew straws and Apple Bloom was selected to go ask him for it.
Apple Bloom found him in the orchard, bucking apples as he was wont to do. She marched right up to him and said, "Heya Big Mac, quick question, could ya give me yer cream?"
"Oh Celestia, I always knew it would end like this," he cried, rushing over to the creek and plunging his head beneath the cool waters. Apple Bloom rushed over to him and tried to pull him up and stop him from drowning himself.
"C'mon big brother, it's for Zecora, what's gotten into ya?" She screamed, shaking him and slapping him in the face.
"Oh, it's for Zecora you say? Well, wish you'd have told me that in the first place," he sighed, shaking the water from his mane. Picking up a pail, he turned to her and spoke, "Just give me—"
"15 minutes Ah know, Ah know, everypony knows what you do and for how long when you go to that barn ," Apple Bloom remarked.
Big Macintosh turned a deeper red than he knew he was capable of, and sheepishly headed off to the barn to fetch her the cream Zecora needed for the potion.
Turning to the fourth wall, Apple Bloom addressed the readers, "What, you really want to read about Big Macintosh cloppin' it to some filthy magazine in a corner of a barn? Ick. Just go'on and give him his time to do his thing, y'all shoo. He said he needs 15 minutes so just come on back in 15 minutes, Ah'll still be here."
An appropriate amount of time later, Apple Bloom returned to Zecora's hut with the pail of still-warm stallion spunk in tow. She couldn't believe how much it reeked . "Ugh, here ya go Zecora, hope this is enough," she said, almost sloshing the contents onto Sweetie Belle as she set the pail on the floor.
"Oh my yes, that much will do, though I only needed a drop for the br—"
"Do not raise your voice at me, no matter that you disagree," Zecora spoke in verse. "It's true the amount I did not specify, to that I would gladly testify. Do you want me to mix this up or not? That is precisely what I thought."
And so the Cutie Mark Crusaders stood around and watched with fascination as she dumped the entire bucket of virile Macintosh seed into the bubbling cauldron. The liquid roiled as the green and white mixed and then became a foul purple.
"Well, at least it isn't whi—" Sweetie Belle started, only to watch in horror as the mixture turned from purple back to white. "OH COME ON!"
Zecora ladled out three doses of the grotesque white mixture, handing the warm jars to the three fillies. "Now, drink this—"
"Please Zecora, Ah think Ah know how to drink ," Apple Bloom drawled haughtily, but as she raised it to her lips she suddenly balked, remembering it was made from her brother's cream. "Er, on second thought, what was it y'all were sayin'?"
"C'mon Apple Bloom, it's cooked, that means it's okay, right?" Scootaloo asked, and Zecora nodded and smiled as convincingly as she could.
"Well, Tartarus," Apple Bloom cursed, and threw the mixture back in her mouth, desperately trying to swallow it before she noticed anything about the texture or flavor. Gluey. Apples. Welp, Ah'm gonna hurl. Her face turned a shade of green as she began dry heaving, but then she recovered. "Huh, that went better than I expec—HYUUUUUUUUULLLGHGHHHGHGHGH!" Apple Bloom was cut off as she vomited the contents of her stomach all over the floor, but then blinked her eyes in surprise.
"Huh, hey girls, Ah got me a new thingy!" She laughed in surprise, her nausea lifting miraculously. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle leaned in to look at their friend's new junk and sure enough, between her legs there was her small plot and then a pair of nuts and a cock.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was going for, thank you Zecora!" Scootaloo cried in triumph and swigged the viscous potion. Sure enough she too was tossing her cookies across the floor and then laughing as she felt her new appendage sprout from her pelvis.
Sweetie Belle nodded politely to Zecora and then walked outside. Moments later she could be heard letting out a few guttural curses she no doubt learned from Rarity as she gagged and retched into the bushes.
"Alright girls, time to put this plan into action. We may be small, but now we have something Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon won't be expecting. We've got cocks...as long as horses'!" With those words of encouragement, the three felt a new lease on life, and they felt so good with their new dicks swinging between their legs that they burst into song, marching back to Ponyville.
We're the roughest little buckers in town Got the girth, got the mojo, no harder throbbing meat-sticks around We are a trio, buck as a team We'll be the first ponies out on the gang banging scene We get stroking when the whore shows her muff We know going balls deep is just never enough We're gonna spurt, but so what? We don't get depleted Well the condom's gonna break but, we don't need it We've got cocks as long as horses' We've got cocks as long as horses' We've got cocks as long as horses' We've got cooooooocks, cocks long as horses' When we put our dicks together, we share a sleeve We're the Cutie Mark Crusaders, so get on your knees We drip anticipation to buck if your cunt's shaven Get it in We've got cocks as long as horses' We've got cocks as long as horses' We've got cocks as long as horses' And we're horny as sin as we rut your holes silly We can conquer any pussy we're in We've got cooooooocks, cocks long as horses' Cocks long as horses'
Back in Ponyville, Scootaloo was ready to implement Phase 2 of her brilliant scheme: luring Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon back to the CMC Clubhouse, having earlier been deemed the most appropriate location for Phase 3 . Scootaloo headed off to find Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon by herself, having had the most contact with the two prissy fillies.
Finding them at the park, she put on a fake smile and trotted up to them. "Heya girls, that was some fun we had over at your place huh Diamond Tiara?" The two looked a little confused and guarded, but then smiled and nodded. "So anyway I just wanted to ask if you two wanted to come by the clubhouse for a little bit, and maybe help me with some rope-tying? I might get a cutie mark if I tie enough knots," she beamed.
"Sure, this park is lame central anyway," Diamond Tiara laughed, and the three of them set off. Scootaloo was careful not to reveal her hidden new feature just yet, because soon they would have all the time in the day for Phase 3 .
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had their lines memorized and were waiting outside the clubhouse with varying lengths of rope.
"Oh hey Scootaloo! Hey Diamond Tiara! Hi Silver Spoon!" Sweetie Belle squeaked kindly in as welcoming a tone as she could muster, and Apple Bloom forced the fakest smile she'd ever worn in her life, but it seemed to be working.
"So, what do you need us for, we aren't exactly Hoof Scouts ourselves," Diamond Tiara asked curiously.
"Well, we were wondering if you wouldn't mind if we used Silver Spoon as a test subject for us tying these knots," Scootaloo asked with a smile.
Minutes later, Silver Spoon was bound and gagged, with no way of escaping. Diamond Tiara chuckled and rubbed a hoof appreciatively along her friend's flank. "Mmm, I've wanted you in this position for a few days now, Silver," she trailed off, then looked around nervously as she noticed the Cutie Mark Crusaders surrounding her with more rope. "Uh, what are you...no, don't come any closer! Ahhh!" She cried out as they leapt upon her and began hog-tying her, binding her legs together and gagging her in much the same fashion as her friend. Then, they dragged their captured prey into the clubhouse, for Phase 3 .
Once inside, Scootaloo explained to the two freshly foal-napped fillies just what was going to happen. "It's time for you two to experience...Phase 3 !" She cackled maniacally, rearing up on her hind legs to wave her cock about.
Diamond Tiara laughed and sputtered so hard that she spit her gag out. "Bahahaha what? You have a cock now? What is that? Why do you even have that? What are you even going to do with that thing, that's too funny! You are such a loser !"
Scootaloo looked hurt as she stammered, "But we're winners! And we've got cooooooocks!"
"Lame. You haven't got dick," Diamond Tiara smirked, able to come up with a nasty pun at the drop of a hat.
"We all have 'em," Apple Bloom chimed in, showing hers off.
"Phase 3 is where we buck you with our cocks," chirped Sweetie Belle.
Instantly the smile was gone from Diamond Tiara's face. "You're going to what now?"
"We said we're gonna buck you in all your holes!" Scootaloo shouted, perhaps a little too forcefully. But it did shut Diamond Tiara up and leave her and Silver Spoon suitably terrified. Scootaloo started barking orders at the other crusaders, yelling, "Apple Bloom, shut her up! Sweetie Belle, you take her front, I'll take her rear!"
Diamond Tiara's face went white as she realized they were about to tag team her to Tartarus and back. Before she could protest, Apple Bloom's cock was in her throat, and Phase 3 was go. Sweetie Belle slowly worked herself into Diamond Tiara's tight pussy, whispering a single, "Sorry," before closing her eyes and starting to rut into her cautiously. Scootaloo slid underneath Diamond Tiara and went in dry. Diamond Tiara screamed in pain around Apple Bloom's cock, but the thick meat was too big and thick and hard for her to bite down around even if she had wanted.
The three of them bucked Diamond Tiara like that for half an hour, trying to work their ways up to their first climaxes all three different paces. Silver Spoon could only sit silently and watch in horror as her best friend was raped. Oh no, they're raping her. And then they're going to rape me! Oh my Ceeellleessstiiiaaaaa... Silver Spoon cried out in her mind, wishing she and Diamond Tiara were anywhere else at that moment.
Diamond Tiara was in her own personal hell, being gang raped by the Cutie Mark Crusaders like some cheap piece of meat. She could taste and smell Apple Bloom's musty sweat as her unnatural cock thrust between her lips. Scootaloo's hooves dug into Diamond Tiara's sides as she rutted into her from behind, driving deep into her ass with each thrust.
What almost made it tolerable for Diamond Tiara was the way Sweetie Belle moaned and gasped as she slowly made love to her, every gasp and coo vocalized almost as though she was singing. Contrast to that however was Scootaloo mumbling gruffly into her ear with such clichés as, 'Yeah, you like that?' And, 'Gonna tear that ass apart,' which she was doing, figuratively.
Diamond Tiara wondered if the bucking would ever stop, the three gang bangers falling in and out of sync with Apple Bloom thrusting into Diamond Tiara's mouth, Sweetie Belle sliding softly into her quavering cunt, and Scootaloo pounding hard into her ass. Suddenly Scootaloo pulled out, yelling, "Alright everypony, time for Phase 4! ROTATE!"
Sweetie Belle pulled out and slid into Diamond Tiara's now thoroughly-loose pucker, while Apple Bloom just looked at Scootaloo. "Uh, so Ah go where now?"
"You're going into her pink little twat and I'm goin' down her throat," Scootaloo replied matter-of-factly.
"Whoa, Scoots, you never go plot to mouth," Apple Bloom said, pulling out of Diamond Tiara's mouth.
"Well I'm not going plot to twat, that could give somepony a disease," Scootaloo said with a concerned look. "Besides, you know how weird some fillies in our class are. Diamond Tiara, tell me honestly, you've never gone plot to mouth?"
"Ah won't like it and Ah won't do it," Apple Bloom replied. By this time Sweetie Belle had stopped thrusting and was listening to the conversation.
"Apple Bloom...ugh. Sweetie Belle, back me up. Aren't you going to go plot to mouth next rotation?"
"Uh, I don't know..." she trailed off, giving Diamond Tiara a few half-hearted pumps.
"You can't even be serious. This is Phase 4 we're talking about, c'mon. Well, whatever, it's okay, Apple Bloom just buck her like normal and it'll be fine," Scootaloo said worriedly. Reluctantly, Apple Bloom took her place, and the gang bang proceeded anew.
Diamond Tiara's personal hell just descended to another level entirely. She hated plot to mouth. So disgusting, the dick in her mouth had just been up her ass, and regardless that she was pretty clean down there, Scootaloo's dick still left a sour taste in her mouth. Apple Bloom meanwhile was nowhere near as gentle a lover as Sweetie Belle, so while she appreciated a softer touch when it came to her ass, her gash was subjected to a new level of abuse.
A half-hour later Scootaloo forced the issue again, yelling for everypony to rotate again. This time Sweetie Belle pulled out and walked toward the door as Apple Bloom slid into Diamond Tiara's ass to take her place. "Aw, c'mon Sweetie Belle, don't go," Scootaloo called sadly.
"No, I'm going to go wash up properly. I might rejoin this afterward, but I will not go plot to mouth," Sweetie Belle squeaked in protest.
Scootaloo pulled into Diamond Tiara's now much looser pussy and started thrusting away, her lauded four-way turning into a mere three-way. Diamond Tiara sneered at her all the while, but held her tongue and tried her best to bite back any sound that she was enjoying herself, lest the CMC get the wrong idea that she was getting into this debasement.
Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara continued to glare at each other, the only sound being Apple Bloom panting and moaning as she rutted Diamond Tiara's ass as hard as she could, and three sets of hips slamming into one another roughshod. After much thrusting and pounding, when Scootaloo asked Apple Bloom if she wanted to rotate, she was met with two blank stares from her bedmates.
Apple Bloom thrust into Diamond Tiara's ass fiercely, as though in retribution for every past sin committed, and as she was approaching climax, Sweetie Belle burst into the clubhouse with an odd look on her face.
"Girls, watch out, after you cum the effects wear off! I was just at the lake washing up and I was um...kinda firm when I was cleaning myself, and now my dick's gone!" Sweetie Belle was trembling as she spoke, still wet from her bathing.
Just then Apple Bloom drove deep into Diamond Tiara's ass and flooded her bowels with hot jizz, and as she pulled out she felt her cock receeding into her body and becoming just a moistened spot above her clitoris. "Oh no, mine's gone now too!" Apple Bloom exclaimed.
As Apple Bloom scooted out from under Diamond Tiara, Scootaloo frowned and looked seriously into Diamond Tiara's eyes. "We could have had something special, we could have been friends. I don't know why you had to betray my trust like that...and uh, put make-up on me," she corrected herself, realizing her friends were in the room with her.
Scootaloo leaned in and kissed Diamond Tiara hard on the lips. She tasted everything: her own pre-cum, Apple Bloom's pre, Diamond Tiara's ass, the daisies she ate for lunch. Diamond Tiara groaned in protest, and as they broke the kiss, Scootaloo raised her voice again, "So I'm gonna tell you right now, go buck yourself!" And with that she thrust up into Diamond Tiara's cunt and let loose her own orgasm, flooding her insides with another load of hot cum. And with that, Scootaloo's cock was no more, reduced to a moistened spot on her pelvis.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders sighed in frustration, their friend's plan for revenge cut off early at only Phase 4. Diamond Tiara collapsed in exhaustion as Scootaloo moved to stand up. "What should we do now?" Apple Bloom broke the silence.
"Well, we haven't done anything with Silver Spoon," offered Sweetie Belle with a smile.
"That's right…we haven't done anything with her, she must be feeling lonely," Scootaloo snickered as she sauntered over to Silver Spoon, removing her gag and squatting over her face. "Lick me clean," she ordered.
"Eat me, blank fla—mmrrff!" Silver Spoon protested, but was cut off as Scootaloo sank down on her thighs and rubbed her love-smeared cunt into Silver's mouth. Sweetie Belle laid down between Silver's thighs and began eating her out, taking Silver at her word.
Apple Bloom looked pensively at the scene playing out before her, and asked, "Uh, so what do I do?"
"You could rim her," Scootaloo suggested, but Apple Bloom's expression communicated how distatesful she found that idea. "Or, I could eat you out, I guess…"
"Aw, you'd do that for me, Scoots? That's sweet of you," Apple Bloom smiled, and sat down near Scootaloo so she could turn her body around and connect the four of them in one long cunnilingus chain. Scootaloo lapped at Apple Bloom's honeypot, tasting her femme-pre, and her stallion-cream along with faint traces of Diamond Tiara's juices.
Silver Spoon writhed under Scootaloo as she came for the first of what would be numerous times, Sweetie Belle's tongue a blur upon her pink and grey snatch. Scootaloo felt herself brought closer with each movement of Silver's tongue on her own cunt, but she managed to hold out and bring Apple Bloom to a climax before giving into her own orgasm.
Sweetie Belle looked up from Silver Spoon's spent spot, small shiny strings of liquid still connecting their lips. "Should we rotate again?" Sweetie Belle squeaked out cutely, not having had a turn herself.
"Nah, I'm kinda tired of this whole thing now. Let's just throw this adorable trash out at the lake and go get icecream," Scootaloo suggested, and her fellow crusaders cheered, Sweetie Belle only a little dejected that she wouldn't get her own measure of satisfaction. She would just have to make do with icecream, she supposed.
Over at Sugarcube Corner, Scootaloo walked up to Pinkie Pie with a worried expression. "Pinkie...is it ever okay to break a Pinkie-Promise? Like, if you get tricked into making one by somepony and then they end up hurting you and using you?"
Pinkie Pie put her hoof on Scootaloo's shoulder, and with the most serious expression on her face, said, "No. If you make a Pinkie-Promise, it's not okay to break it if somepony hurts you; you have to break it. It's a Pinkie-Rule. Getting hurt by somepony isn't fun at all, and if somepony hurts you but makes you Pinkie-Promise not to tell, that pony is not your friend, and you need to tell an adult what they did."
Scootaloo hugged Pinkie tightly, whispering, "Thank you." After a longer-than-usual hug, Scootaloo broke away and wiped a tear from her eye, saying, "I think I have to go tell my parents something now. Thanks again Pinkie, you're a true friend." And with that, she walked out the door, a new resolve filling her mind.
Meanwhile back at the lake where Diamond Tiara was still recovering with Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara turned to her friend and asked, "Hey Silver, can I tell you something?"
Silver Spoon looked back at her and nodded. Diamond Tiara continued, "I think that...after that whole thing in the clubhouse, I might be gay. To be honest I never want to see anypony else's cock for the rest of my life."
Silver Spoon smiled and replied, "That's okay, I'm totally gay too!"
The End
