"B-but...why can't we kiss? You and Rarity kiss all the time, even on the lips! I wanna kiss you, too..."
The adorable little foal whines softly, plopping down on her rump.This certainly wasn't how you anticipated your day to turn out when you went to get your pants hemmed.
"Well, Sweetie Belle,"
You start, placing a steady hand on the filly's silky mane.
"Rarity and I are...bigger, and sometimes when you get big, you like to kiss other peopl- er, ponies, on the lips."
"But I like to kiss too!"
Sweetie Belle protests with a squeak, her voice slightly cracking. You simply shake your head.
"It's not quite the same, Sweetie. Big ponies like to kiss different....and Rarity wouldn't like me kissing another pony besides her."
You finish with a chuckle, imagining the fury that only Rarity could unleash upon another mare caught looking you over.
"But I'm her sister!"
The ivory little filly protests.
"She'd share you because she loves me!"
Trying to avoid the subject, you switch topics.
"Speaking of your sister, where is she? I need to find her to-"
"To kiss her more? Instead of m-me?"
Sweetie blurts out, interrupting you as tears start to fill her emerald eyes. Your attempt to negate the topic has backfired terribly. What could have gotten into this foal? It is difficult to remember how much the young mare has grown when she fails to act mature.
"No, no Sweetie Belle, I just need her to work on my pants..."
"S-so, s-so Rarity can get you to kiss her m-more?"
Sweetie roughly rubs her snout with a dainty hoof, sniffing.
"I d-don't know where she is,"
She casts a downward frown towards the floor.
"But go and find her anyway."
The mare finishes her sentence as a single tear hits the Boutique's tile, her mane covering her eyes. The sight tugs on your heartstrings in ways you couldn't have begun to imagine.
"Oh no, no, honey, don't cry."
You whisper in a hush, kneeling down and placing your pants aside, still holding the foal's silken mane. Sweetie Belle only responds with the occasional hiccup, her eyes clenched shut. Rarity certainly wouldn't be happy to walk inside only to see her little sister in such a negative state of affairs. Maybe you could do a little something, just this once, for this adorable angel.
"Okay, Sweetie Belle..."
You begin with a sigh.
"If it will make you feel better, I'll give you a little kiss."
The filly hitches twice, looking up at you with peridot rounds.
"R-really?"
She whispers back with an adorable little squeak; you cannot help but swoon.
"Sure, honey."
You grin warmly as the foal breaks into a rather excited smile of her own. Sweetie Belle shakes the tears from her eyes, scrunching her nose and looking at you sternly.
"Okay! B-but it has to be on the lips! Just like you and Rarity!"
You gulp once. This certainly wasn't part of the plan.
"I don't think that would be very smart, Sweetie."
You state, stroking her mane reassuringly.
"A kiss on the cheek should suffice for a noble young mare such as yoursel-"
"No!"
The foal interrupts you once more with a stern frown, puffing her little chest tufts out.
"On. The. Lips. "
Her cheeks fill with a slight blush at the thought before wavering slightly.
"...or I'll cry."
She shakily manages to say, her confidence not quite there. Looks like she won't be settled with anything but a full-blown smooch. Rather than deal with any more mayhem or issue, you agree.
"Alright, Sweetie Belle, one quick peck on the lips. That's it."
"Eyes shut?"
Your expression narrows.
"Eyes shut."
Your stoic gaze speaks conveys sincerity, not willing to negotiate further. The filly beams happily, sniffing back the remnants of her salty streams. Sweetie flutters her eyes once flirtatiously as your other arm pulls her close.
"Stop that."
"Sorry."
She giggles playfully, closing her eyelids and puckering up. Closing your eyes and leaning in for the peck, you cannot see the foal's horn sparkling with magic as the distance closes. Without much pause, you press your lips together. You can smell the softness of Sweetie's scent, almost reminiscent of her sister, yet still unique. Your ears almost pick up a thum of magic, but any nearby sound is drowned out by...
"Mwaah!"
Sweetie Belle finishes with a flourish, leaving your lips tugging back from the kiss.
She giggles quietly to herself as you open your eyes. Moments too late to miss a glowing horn...
"There."
You open your eyes, but immediately become transfixed on the foal's lips. Attempting to say more, you find any sentence you attempt to form vanishing into nothingness. Those tender lips...
"So,"
The filly slyly moans, gaze half-lidded.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Your heartbeat picks up from her voice; you cannot explain why. Those soft lips...
"Wh---uhhh...uh?"
Your clumsy mouth manages to stutter. What is going on? It was only a peck, right? Just an innocent little kiss, right? The foal fits so well in your arms. So you squeeze her tighter...
"Mmmm,"
Sweetie Belle purrs.
"Looks like MY fiancé wants to kiss a little bit more."
The angelic foal sighs in delight, relishing your visual attention. Your eyes cannot leave those foalish features.
"Sweetie....Belle....?"
Something's wrong. Something has to be wrong. You're warm in all the wrong places...
"What are you waiting for, fiancé?"
Sweetie asks, fluttering her eyelids once more, this time having a profound impact.
"Kiss me again."
Your muscles tense, your breathing quickens, and you can only focus on those tender, smooth, outstanding lips. Without wasting a second, you dive down towards her, intent on meeting once more. Just once more...
Feelings of ecstasy explode from the very core of your mind the moment your lips meet hers.
"Mmmpphhh..."
Sweetie Belle moans, lips pursed tightly against yours.
'No...Rarity...not right...'
Your neck jerks back, your subconscious trying to resist the foal's unexplainable charm. Breaking the rough kiss with a pant, you meet Sweetie's eyes with a harsh look. The foal only meets your gaze lovingly, and in seconds you're fixed on those damn ivory lips.
"My turn."
Taking the initiative, Sweetie pulls your head close, awkwardly wrapping horsish hooves around your neck and shoving her snout to your mouth. Your body acts on its own, kissing the foal with ever-increasing passion. Hunched in your arms, the foal now presses back, embracing you with fervor that only love could inspire. A wet, long mound prods at your lip's entrance and soon finds access. Shoving her equine tongue as far in as she can, Sweetie Belle begins to explore the man of her lewdest dreams.
Startled, you cannot help but let slip a moan of desire, muffled within the foal's throat. Your own tongue powerfully meets her own, and begins the dance of mouths that only true lovers should know. A thum a magic resounds once more.
'Yes...Sweetie Belle...so right...'
Your mind weeps with joy, turned to mush as the filly seizes you fiercer. Sweetie's nostrils bathe you in hot air. You wish you could drown in it. Your powerful arms squeeze the armorous little foal, wanting to feel her own heart thumping.
"Oh, yes,"
Sweetie Belle starts with a familiar, exaggerated vocal flourish.
"I never knew you felt so passionate."
The naughty filly writhes in your embrace, marking you with her foalish smell. Splattering fills the room; her ears twitch.
"O-oh..."
A heavy musk assaults your nostrils.
"S-sorry, I got a little bit excited and...presented."
Sweetie whispers with a fierce blush. You remain kneeling, stiff as a statue. Those lips...
"Y-you just smell so good an-mmmph!".
You lock lips for the umpteenth time, the combination of spell, smell, and sensation blanking out your brain. Sweetie Belle only swishes her tail, letting slip another thin stream of yellowish filly juice from her ebon marehood. In what feels like an eternity of bliss, heaven collapses with the sound of a gentle creaking noise.
"Oh no!"
Sweetie Belle chirps, startled as she looks towards the sound. Your hand gently reaches out to the foal's cheek, turning her head back towards you. You must have more.
"Sweetie Beellleee, I'm hooommmeee!"
The sing-song voice snaps you out of your trance as the sound of approaching hooves draws nearer.
"W-what am I doing?"
You react to the smell in the room, scrunching your nose.
"...hay and sweat? "
Leaping from your arms, Sweetie Belle takes the pants you've brought to hem and hastily mops up her lewd mess. Just in time for Rarity to round the corner, levitating a hefty bag of carrots.
"Oh, darling!"
The fashionista exclaims, nearly losing control of her cargo.
"Wh-what are you doing here? I thought I locked the shop! I'm not made up at all for you to see me!"
She stammers, shooting a hoof to her mane in order to fix any imagined strays.
"Hewasjustheretogiveyousomepantstofix,here!"
Sweetie blurts out as one massive sentence while tossing your trousers towards Rarity.
"Ahh!"
Rarity cries, dropping the carrots and just managing to catch your soaring pants. Reflexively, the mare folds them into a neat pile with her marvelous magic. Unamused, you can only focus on the new sight: a fresh pair of lush, equine lips.
"Rarity's lips..."
You whisper breathlessly, rising powerfully to your feet.
"What's that smell? Sweetie Belle, did you cook something?"
Rarity asks, glancing around the foyer in a puzzled fashion. Sweetie's ears lay flat against her head as the foal plops to her haunches, hiding any evidence of further leaking.
"Uhh, n-no...?"
She cannot hide her shameful blushing. Rarity's sapphire eyes become large, struck with slight realization. Her nostrils marishly flare, instinctively huffing from the challenger's smell. Little can the fashionista see your steady approach in such a terribly distracted state.
"Who..."
Rarity whispers with a hint of venom.
"Who wants to steal my--mph!"
The flustered mare is cut off by a set of lips powerfully pressing against her own, made all the more sudden with the additional arms snaking around her neck.
"Nmmm..."
You softly moan, shamelessly buried within the familiar breech of oral skin. Rarity, ever the reactionary romantic, responds in kind with a delicate moan of her own. Sweetie Belle remains firmly planted on the floor in order to conceal her winking button, unable to avoid the lewd scene.
"Mwah!"
Coming to her senses Rarity finally, albeit reluctantly, breaks the kiss.
"W-why darling,"
The grown mare begins rather flustered.
"There's a filly present! Has my gentlecolt lost control?"
You can only pant, your mind struggling to come back from the carnal darkness. Rarity coyly smiles, batting her eyes in a manner which never failed to stoke your erotic desires. However, Rarity couldn't help but notice your attention falling not on her blue sapphires, but on her luscious lips instead.
"Like my lips today, dear?"
She inquires, raising a well-styled eyebrow.
"Yes."
You mumble as your strong arms pull your lover close for more. However, you are painfully denied as Rarity withdraws her neck backwards, using the chance to look into your eyes. She scowls upon seeing your only focus to be on her lips.
"A kissing curse..."
The fashionista spits out, her horn beginning to thum blue with displeasure. Moments later, a blinding flash pierces your sight.
"Aggh! No..."
You groan as your line of vision is forcefully broken from Rarity's gorgeous, pillow-soft lips. Shaking your head, you clear the flashing bulbs from your pupils. Carousel Boutique and a rather displeased marefriend are the first things to meet your sight.
"What? Oh, Rarity...Rarity?"
You grumble out as if freshly awoken from sleep.
"Sweetie Belle,"
Rarity cranes her neck over your shoulder while in your embrace, staring daggers at the foal.
"Would you care to explain to me why my lover might seem so amorous this afternoon?"
Her diplomatic voice belies her gaze. Glancing over, you notice the filly quivering on the floor, blushing softly in a lower-lip bite.
"Uh...uh..."
Sweetie barely stammers out as beads of sweat fall from her forehead.
"Oh my...Sweetie Belle? "
Embarrassment flushes through your cheeks.
"Rarity, I'm so sorry! I had no idea she was even there!"
You implore earnestly.
"I only saw your lips the moment you trotted around the corner, and...well...I couldn't resist coming to say 'hello.'"
You finish with a smile, trying to soothe the rasiating angst from the fashionista.
"Uh....Uhhh...."
Sweetie Belle whines softer and softer, desperately trying to use her anxiety to halt the rapid in-and-out of her little button.
"Darling, I can assure you that although our oral exploits are divine, you lavished this attention upon me less than willingly."
Rarity snorts out air in a marish fashion. You've never seen her quite so bestial.
"What exactly do you mean...?"
Your eyes narrow as you turn towards young Sweetie, adding your own gaze of disapproval.
"I do so intend to elaborate, although not from these....LIPS..."
She finishes with a hiss, her sister wincing with a scowl.
"Alright!"
The foal rises to her hooves, finally managing to slow her rushing arousal. She attempts to meet your combined gazes, but falters quickly.
"It...it was me."
Sweetie begins, casting her eyes to the ground.
"I m-made you kiss me..."
The young mare begins to tear up, despite her best efforts to appear strong for her crush.
"I just...you just...feel so good when you're close to me. You smell so great, and you even t-taste amazing! You make me feel warm and tingly and excited and...and..."
She hitches once, her hooves starting to quiver.
"...and I just wanted you to be mine, even for a moment."
A few tiny tears splatter onto the foyer's floor. Softening her expression, Rarity shakes her head.
"Oh little Sweetie Belle, I understand completely what a young lady goes through as she develops, but trying to take my man is not the way to-"
"That's just it! He's YOUR man!"
Sweetie Belle snaps, sniffing back salty tears and snapping her snout towards her sister, clearly taken aback.
"Your entire time together, it's always 'kiss-kiss-kiss', or 'hug-hug-hug', or...or...whatever else you do in bed!"
She shouts with a cracking voice.
"He's cute and big and strong and...a-and he should be mine! At least you can share him with me!"
Rarity, filled with noble rage, stares down her nose towards little Sweetie Belle.
"First, LITTLE sister, my coltfriend is far too much a man for a young foal such as yourself to handle."
The mare begins, not noticing the admonishing look you're giving her.
"Second, he is far too mature for such an ill-mannered filly."
Sweetie Belle pouts her lips.
"Third, he would never wish to be, ahem, 'captivated' through less-than-honest means, wouldn't you dear?"
She finishes her points, glancing upwards at you.
"All very true."
You gruffly reply. Rarity grins devilishly at her little sister; you're almost alarmed by her vindictive attitude towards the foal.
"See Sweetie Belle?"
You feel your neck being pulled closer with magic.
"He is all...mine..."
The mare finishes with her lips pressed snuggly against yours, enraging the young filly.
"No...NO!"
She bounces up and down.
"He should belong to me! Me! Me-me-me-me-meeee!"
Sweetie Belle's remaining composure breaks down. Rarity's horn glows once, sending the young filly flying towards the central fashion podium. The foal impacts with a noisy "Oof", pinned down by far more powerful unicorn magic. Startled, you break the kiss.
"Rarity, that was hardly called for!"
You sternly chastise the grinning mare.
"Oh, darling,"
Rarity flips her curls with a well-manicures hoof.
"My little sister can be quite foalish at times; she cannot handle such 'adult' manners."
Sweetie Belle attempts to protest, but is quickly muffled by a pair of lacey stockings from a nearby drawer flying into her mouth.
"That gives you no right,"
You pick up the mare with you powerful muscles, setting her down before you.
"To do such a thing to young Sweetie, let alone force her to watch us kissing."
"Mmmhmhmm...."
Rarity throatily chuckles. You're not as familiar with that all-knowing laugh...
"You're such a big, strong human. I suppose you're right."
The fashionista sighs with a hoof to her horn.
"I do believe it is time for little Sweetie Belle to learn the ways of maturity. After all, teaching her now will save us much struggle and issue later."
An abnormally wide grin threatens to overrun her features.
"I shall instruct her, my darling, with aid that only you can provide."
You blink once, dumbfounded and unable to believe your ears.
"Mmmph?!"
Sweetie chimes in, unsure of what to make of these developments.
"Rarity, no."
You firmly state.
"I am not sure why or how this all has happened, but I don't intend on showing Sweetie Belle any mo-"
"Maritus; vir et uxor."
Rarity interrupts, her unicorn horn glowing a softly-lit blue. Before your mind can even process another thought, you feel yourself bound to this gorgeous mare.
"R-Rarity..."
You grunt, muscles taunt and unresponsive.
"Oh yesss..."
The mare hisses, taking the opportunity to check all of the remaining curtains around the closed shop.
"I always knew we were meant to be, but couldn't imagine how powerfully our passions could combine."
Sweetie Belle looked on, becoming increasingly nervous as the scenario was now entirely out of her hooves. Her wet saliva flooded the hosiery, fortunately tasting clean.
"Sweetie Belle has oh so much to learn, but she has such a willing heart."
Rarity chides, trotting over to the filly and giving her mane a gentle stroke. Sweetie Belle only glances upwards, eyes staring pleadingly at her big sister. Rarity tuts in a condescending manner.
"I can at least compliment you on your daring behavior, little sister."
She continues stroking the Sweetie Belle's mane, restraining the splayed foal with your unhemmed pants.
"Certainly, our blood relation shines through in your ambition; of that you should be proud."
The fasionista finishes by patting little Sweetie on the horn before trotting back toward you.
"However, it is important for a lady to know her limits; a human is not like an ordinary stallion. Darling, take off your shirt."
She gestures for you to remove your apparel. Despite any trepidations, you feel mysteriously compelled to comply, and thusly remove your garment. Sweetie Belle watches your every move, a pestering tingle below reminding her of unfinished business.
"Ahh, what a studly man."
Rarity approaches with mischievous intent before playfully licking your stomach. You shiver at the sensation of her tongue.
"Mmm...a man which only I may enjoy. All exercise and no play certainly derives passive benefits for a mare-in-waiting...wouldn't you agree, dear sister?"
Rarity smirks over her shoulder.
"Mmhhpph."
Sweetie Belle manages to agree through her gag, nodding her head in exaggerated motions.
"Wonderful. Come, darling. Let us go to her."
As if moving on their own, your legs walk your exposed body over to the foal.
"Now to remove these..."
Rarity mumbles once you reach your destination, tearing your pants apart at the seams with unseen force. Shocked at the exposure, reasoning flashes back to the forefront of your brain while the fashionista folds the remnants with magic. Given newfound insight on your anatomy, the filly widens her peridot eyes before scanning every available inch.
"Rarity! Those were my working trousers....and in front of Sweetie Belle..."
Your words fall on deaf ears; the mare giggles like a schoolfoal.
"I've always wanted to do that to you. Now then, to show little Sweetie what makes you so 'special'..."
Rarity adopts her stereotypically formal tone, placing a hoof to your chest and rubbing playfully.
"Do you know how a stallion shows a mare his intent, Sweetie Belle?"
Rarity continues, standing on rear hooves and stroking between your pectorals. Little Sweetie shakes her head slowly, never breaking eye contact with your physique. The foalish attention fills your cheeks with red; blood pumps readily through eager arteries.
"Stallions snort air, nibble clothing...expose their demure indecency. That is something YOU will experience."
The ivory mare adds with a scowl.
"It's all really quite the hassle for a mare-about society. My human, however..."
Her hoof wanders lower.
"Is a wonderful tease."
Rarity purrs, snapping your boxer waistband once. You narrow your eyes, unsure how to respond.
"He wears trousers and shirts to hide generous muscle, and even underneath them,"
Her hoof moves lower still.
"There is another damnable, restrictive garment. I love it so."
Sweetie Belle's chest tuft rises and falls slowly, her gaze focused on her sister's hoof.
"He reminds me every day just how far a little clothing can go in a relationship. Wouldn't you like a stallion like this?"
Rarity questions, sliding her bodice before you, awkwardly managing to wrap her forehooves around your neck.
"M-mhmmph."
Sweetie Belle acknowledges while looking you over.
"Too bad."
Rarity grins wickedly at the disappointed filly, her elegant horn starting to glow. You gasp at the feel of magic massaging your member, thankfully concealed from sight of the young foal by your marefriend's writhing form.
"Rarity, what are you doing?"
Hissing softly into her ear, you cannot resist becoming semi-erect.
"Oh, darling..."
Rarity breathlessly moans, laying the royal inflection on thick.
"You are correct; we should teach her more."
"What? No, I-mmph!"
Magic purses your lips shut before another word escapes.
"Sweetie Belle, what do you know about love?"
The foal raises her eyebrows, blushing softly.
"Whatever you're reluctant enough to understand, I implore you to become accustomed to the pathetic excuses for masculinity in Ponyville; you'll never find a 'stallion' like mine."
Rarity finishes with a throaty chuckle, her hidden ministrations causing you to tent furiously against your underwear.
"Oh how he lavishes me with adoration. You've experienced some of his talents, my shameless little sister, but I doubt you've been witness to his...'bigger' assets."
Rarity teases knowingly, grinding her wet marehood against your shaft. You can feel the stretched cotton quickly soak with her fluids.
"Rarity....I..."
Your mind begins to cloud with magic every time you attempt to resist.
"No need to be coy, darling. Sweetie Belle already knows all about the 'birds and the bees' from your truly."
The filly pins her ears, blushing heavily at the thought. You never felt more like a piece of meat.
"He has far more to offer than even a lady such as myself can handle. Why would he ever be interested in the attempts of a foal?"
Rarity slips another jab into her words, visibly flustering her sister.
"You could never hope to tame this raging bull."
"Kwann tooph!"
Sweetie Belle manages to screech through the stocking, flexing against her bondage.
"Oh really?"
Rarity asks coyly. You're sweating now, feeling Rarity's clitoris winking fiercely against your throbbing manhood.
Rarity wouldn't...
She couldn't...
Your mouth remains frozen shut.
"My undisciplined sister, so full of naïveté, thinks she can conquer a man such as this?!"
With a flourish, Rarity seamlessly moves aside while sliding your cotton boxers to your ankles. Your thick manhood springs to freedom, throbbing proudly in the air and looming menacingly over the restrained young mare. Sweetie Belle huffs in surprise and arousal, winking free a long, thin squirt of fluid onto the floor.
"You little whore! How dare you present so shamelessly in front of my man?!"
Rarity only becomes enraged at the sight, levitating your ripped working pants from the floor and whipping at the foal, knocking her head back against the display stand.
"Ackmph!"
Frustrated, you try to think about anything to possibly calm your engorged masculinity, but remain stiff as a rail at the familiar smell of sex in the air. Rarity's spell certainly isn't helping.
"Arrogant foal! You couldn't hope to even fit him inside."
Rarity grips your aching shaft with a hoof, jerking it towards Sweetie's dripping fillyhood. Your shapely bell-end easily eclipses her onyx flower.
"Whaapmmw."
The young mare huffs, twisting her legs closer together in tentative shame.
"What's the issue, LITTLE sister? Lost your nerve?"
Rarity shoves your waist forward, pressing your glans against the splayed Sweetie Belle. You groan at the sensation; your member ached for attention all day, but not like this. Slathering your head in the grunting foal's juices, Rarity removes Sweetie's stocking gag. The first thing to leave her lips is a pleasured cry to her princess.
"Oh Celestia!"
She grits her teeth, desperately attempting to quell her building need to squirt more filly juices.
Sweetie Belle quickly loses the battle, and the grinding on her button becomes too much as the young mare groaningly unleashes herself once more.
"How lewd!"
Rarity piques while her little sister slathers your burning head. She pushes your hips forward, closing the distance to the foal's snout and your long shaft easily.
"Clean up your disgusting liquids this instant!"
Your eyes widen with shock, looking down at the young mare as Rarity magically binds your wrists behind your back. Tentatively sticking out her tongue, Sweetie Belle begins to lick your endowed glans free of her mess. The sensation makes you sigh with delight and your cheeks burn with shame.
"Yes,"
Rarity whispers, reaching a hoof between her legs to attend her own needs.
"Lick it all up. Do you enjoy the flavor of virility?"
Emboldened by your moaning, Sweetie Belle licks with ever increasing fervor.
"It tastes...good..."
The young mare reluctantly squeaks, her little tongue's attention causing the veins to stick out from your shaft. Before you can experience more foalish administrations, an intimidated Rarity jerks your hips backwards.
"Hmph! Think that's how you orally treat a stallion? Let a real mare demonstrate her skills."
Without a moment to spare, Rarity stretches her equine mouth open, taking half your manhood within her maw.
"Grraaahh!"
You groan as the eloquent mare's tonsils slide against your needy crown. Clenching your eyes in relief, you feel her flat tongue sloppily licking your shaft; the mare alternates between throating what she can handle and leaking saliva. Before long your entire manhood is covered by her work, any former traces of Sweetie Belle fully removed. The young mare only watches in awe, dumbstruck by the erotic scene so close to her face.
"Pwwah!"
Rarity finishes with a characteristic flourish, her purple mane bouncing gracefully in the air.
"There we are. That should properly ready him for the next event."
Blood in your veins turns to ice; eyes open wide in shock.
"W-What event?"
Sweetie Belle asks breathlessly, her little fillyhood intermittently winking.
"Why, showing you what my love and myself do in our chambers besides, as you so eloquently put it, 'hug-hug-hug' and 'kiss-kiss-kiss'... ignorant little slut."
The Lady pompously states while hastily moving you into proper position. Your rational mind demands resistance, yet continues to sputter and falter in the haze of Rarity's strong magic. Damn this insatiable mare...
"As I've so clearly demonstrated, your inferior flower cannot hope to be pollinated by such a magnificent stem."
The fashionista antagonizes, spreading her haunches slightly before unleashing a thick stream of fluid splattering onto the floor. Rarity's mature, familiar scent floods your nostrils, sending you into a state of magically amplified lust.
"Oh yesss...take the aroma in. That's the musk of a real mare, YOUR mar-"
"Shut up!"
Sweetie Belle, feeing embarrassed enough, can no longer take her sister's chastisement.
"I...I might be small, and he might be really big, but he can still be mine...WILL be mine, no matter what!"
"No, darling."
The fashionista only chuckles.
"You will 'shut up'."
The lacey stockings fly back into Sweetie Belle's mouth, muffling the seething foal's anger. Rarity looks over her shoulder in a half-lidded manner, flashing her under-done eyelashes your direction.
"What do you say darling? Shall we show this incessant young filly how true lovers copulate?"
A beam of magic zaps through the air, striking the center of your forehead.
"Vir... et... uxor..."
You grunt out, your powerful hands seizing Rarity's pert flank.
"Mmmhmmhmm....yes, darling,"
Rarity swishes her perfumed tail aside, giving perfect access to her black rose.
"'Maritus' indeed."
Without further prompting, a hand guides your thick glans to meet your lover. In the middle of a wink you move forth, claiming your mare slowly. Sweetie Belle, previously thrashing against her bonds, lays still at the scene, captivated by Rarity's adult marehood struggling to accommodate your girth.
"S-slow, darling, I, I *gasp!* haven't b-been *oh!*st-stretched enough yet..."
Rarity groans in pain and pleasure, attempting to hasten the process with a yellowish squirt down your shaft. Warm velvet engulfs your manhood, sending nerves in the center of your brain alight. Unfortunately, with a few inches to spare, you find the limits of paradise as your manhood bottoms out.
"Oh Sweetie B-Belle,"
The elegant Lady sighs, lolling out her tongue while fully impaled on your pole.
"Y-you wouldn't believe the sensation. I-it's as if the hottest of rocks massaging the s-sorest of muscles..."
Sighing dreamily, the mare begins rhythmically stroking you with her ridged insides. Unable to do anything more than grunt, you reluctantly begin thrusting with your strong thighs.
"Ooohhh!"
Rarity cries out with a syrupy-sweet voice, her marehood not quite yet adjusted. Sweetie Belle only glares harshly at her sister, holding back tears of jealousy. The foyer fills with squelches of lovemaking; your tight prize swells closed on each withdrawal, only to be forced roughly back to size. Your fingers dig into her flanks in a primal manner as you hunch over the mare, intent on making her regret ever casting such a spell.
"Ggggppph!"
Young Sweetie blurts out, unable to force the lacey hosiery from her mouth. After exhausting herself against the magically-bound cloth, Sweetie Belle resigns herself to her fate, hitching softly from arousal and hurt. Leaning back against your raging manhood, Rarity balances her weight to better manage your animalistic thrusts.
"Nghaahh...yes...my love...my darling...don't stop...never stop..."
Her coos of encouragement only engorge your glans with desire; pressing again and again to the garden's entrance. Although thoroughly embarrassed to perform such a lewd display in front of tender Sweetie Belle, your arousal has rarely been higher.
"S-something...y-yes....YES!"
The Lady throatily moans, sending torrents of thick maregasm splattering again and again to the floor below; your semen-swollen testicles slap against her poking clit.
"Ohhh, yesss..."
She hisses, riding out a particularly violent climax.
The blushing Sweetie Belle adverts her eyes; the pleasure should belong to her.
"Urgh...Rarity, you're so damn tight."
You mumble out the first coherent sentence of the ordeal, burying your carnal urges over and over into your marefriend.
"H-hear that, S-Sweetie...?"
Rarity manages to stammer out, feeling another wave of pleasure threatening to overflow her lips.
"N-never yours, a-all mine...all mineeeee!"
The Lady shrieks as she is brought to another peak, nearly shattering the surrounding mirrors reflecting your sinful act. Transfixed on the scene, Sweetie Belle stares hungrily at the contrast between your reddish length splitting her sister's ebon marehood. So much for the Element of Generosity...
Sweat pouring off your joined bodies, your feverish thrusting within Rarity's vice grip builds you closer and closer to climax. Feeling the increased swelling of your erection, Rarity bares down, clenching her marehood and fiercely massaging your shaft with almost painful tightness.
"Come on, you stud."
She tearfully grunts, adoring the feeling of your prominent ridge pushed against her cervix.
"Breed me like a showmare."
The Lady implores, winking long and hard along your shaft. Clenching fistfuls of diamonds, you finally grind your aching manhood the last inch inside just as the first spurt of ivory erupts. You almost howl from the sensation of much-needed release, unleashing spurt after spurt of masculine seed into your lover's thirsty garden. The mare responds in kind, shuddering sporadically and splashing your thighs with maregasm; the combined fluids overflow quickly only to be replaced with dollop after dollop of fertile cream.
Sweetie Belle chews her gag in extreme sexual frustration, squirting out yet another stream of pre and begging for attention the only way her body knows how. After what feels like an eternity of bliss, your orgasm tapers off and you finish expending the remnants deep within the truly overstuffed Lady. Rarity's eyes roll back into her skull; you thrust slightly as she pants, still stricken with magically-enhanced lust as your hands release her bruised rear.
With a rather lewd whine, Rarity slowly manages to dislodge herself from your venous pole. It throbs proudly in the air as small pearly beads leak from your shapely head.
"M-my goodness,"
Rarity gasps for air, reflexively adjusting her slightly frazzled mane.
"Such a virile Prince."
She growls, spinning around and lapping clean your head, still dripping seed.
"Pearl looks quite good on me, doesn't it?"
Rarity shifts her leaking rump, winking once for her little sister to show off her insemination.
"Now you see the true glory of my lover...how firm he stands; hard and resolute."
She sighs dreamily.
"Oh, yes. Humans last far longer than stallions; their recuperation superior as well. We will have much more 'fun' today, just to rid Sweetie Belle of her ignorance."
The blushing mare punctuates her words with slow licks to your frenulum, causing you much erotic agony.
"Don't you dare forget your filthy lesson, little sister."
Laying her head back in defeat, Sweetie Belle resigns herself to watching you, her love, and cruel Rarity make love in manners she only fantasized about. Several hours later, a sore and shaky Rarity finally releases you from her spell. Plotting within her mind, Sweetie wouldn't forget the important lessons of the day, and vowed to put them to use at the soonest possible opportunity.
To take you as her own.
To claim your love.
To bear your foals.
....all in front of her dearest sister; her ambition would not be denied.
