A Filly's Rite of Passage into Marehood

The day started like any other, the sun rising high into the sky, the birds chirping away. The thing that made this day in any way special was three little fillies had earned there cutiemarks. Even still the parents of the little fillies had to work. There was no time today to set up any kind of Cutcinera for them. Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom had finally earned the thing which they were desperate to get. The party would have to wait for the young ponies, and for the moment school was out, but the parents didn't want the three to just gallivant around anywhere. They needed to find a sitter, but the only one that was usually around was on vacation.

“Perfect... just frigging perfect. Now what do we do?” Scootaloo's mother asked aloud.

“Well look here in the news paper, there is a sitter.” Sweetie's mom replied. Looking at the ad again she read aloud. “ foal sitter available, offers all-day care, and even says here that he knows a filly's rite of passage into mare-hood. Nifty” she stated aloud to the other parents.

“Well what's it say about that?” Apple Bloom's mom asked the others.

“It doesn't, it just says rite of passage. It doesn't explain anything.”

“I think I know what that means.” Scootaloo's mom said rolling her eyes.

“Ya do, do ya?” Apple Bloom's mom asked. With a raised brow

“Yeah it means sex stupid!” Scootaloo's mom had no shame in saying it. She actually had sex with her young stallionfriend the day after she got her cutiemark, even though she was only eight when that happened. The three fillies were a lot younger, Scootaloo being only six and a half, Apple Bloom being the youngest at only six, and Sweetie Bell at age seven. The two other parents gasped at the revelation, SEX! For grown mares that would be fine, but young fillies was an entirely different matter all together. The mothers of the young ponies pondered this for a moment.

Scootaloo's mother was blushing deep red. The idea of such a thing was so hot to her. Her own child that she gave birth to getting tied up arms behind her back, face on the floor flank in the air, a ring gag to hold her little virgin mouth open with reigns attached to it to pull her head in any direction, controlling her even as she screamed. Scootaloo's mother was drooling, visibly aroused from the idea.

“What in tarnation are y'all doing over there?” Apple Bloom's mother asked the drooling Pegasus. Scootaloo's mother snapped out of it in a instant. Smiling sheepishly. Though Apple Bloom's mother was thinking the exact same thing only one difference, in her mind Apple Bloom had two tails. Not because she grew another one, but because the foal sitter was using a butt plug tail that stretched Apple Bloom's little anus to the point of ripping, her screaming, struggling form helpless as the foal sitter pulled the reigns to push her little body against him. Her body shivered as she let out a almost inaudible moan.

“Now what are you thinking?” Sweetie Bell's mom asked both of the drooling mothers. In turn they both smiled sheepishly blushing deep beat red. Now it was her turn to have the nasty imagination. Her mind having Sweetie tied down, ring gag with reigns, butt plug tail, blind folded with alligator clamps attached to her quivering young pussy. One was attached to her clit, one to her slit, the other ends leading to a battery to make her whole body convulse on demand as Sweetie screamed at every light touch being so scared at what was happening to her. Tears streaming down her face through the blind fold. Sweetie's mother had developed a dark wet spot on the floor. Apple Bloom's mother just tilted her head while Scootaloo's mother blushed even more.

“Wow, your nasty.” Scootaloo's mother said, receiving a panicked look from Sweetie's mother.

“Now I have to clean this up,, uuuggg!” Sweetie's mother cleaned After a few moments of hushed giggles from the two still at the kitchen table.

“Okay why are you looking at me like that?” Sweetie's mom asked, hearing a hushed laugh from Scootaloo's mom she got a little miffed.

“What!?” Sweetie's mom asked angrily, only to have elated unrestrained laughter from both still sitting at the table.

“So it's decided that we take the kids to this guy.” Scootaloo's mom said to the group of perverted mothers. Blushing slightly at her own words, she may regret this later but for now she didn't care she needed to go to work. The other two nodded slowly blushing a extremely deep red. Sweetie's mom looking almost like she would feint from all the blood rushing to her head. The three all took deep breaths to collect themselves before going outside to take the kids to the foal sitter that they have never ever even met before. Knowing full well that they may have very well be ending the three fillies innocence in a very terrible way.

The next five minutes  passed by excruciatingly slow. All three mothers thinking to themselves what were they about to do. They arrived at the home of the foal sitter, finding it was quite a far distance from any other home in Ponyville. Far enough that no one would hear the screams of the three fillies as they had the most painful experience of their little lives.

Apple Bloom's mother trotted to the door leaving the rest a good distance away. Nervously she knocked on the door. After a few faint footsteps later the door swung open to a almost six foot tall, full grown miniature snow dragon. He had white fur, large wings, long pointed ears, and a body that would rival that of gods. Oddly he spoke with a soft voice, almost as if he was the gentlest most caring individual that ever lived.

“Yes, may I help you?” The dragon asked the nervous mare that had knocked on his door.

Apple Bloom's mother shook off her fright and replied. “Yes I recon y'all can, we came about the foal sittin y'all do.” She asked the large seemingly gentle giant.

“It's twenty five bits per foal per day and only fifty for a week. I tend to give discounts for repeat customers.” The dragon stated to the mother.

“And may I ask if that whole rite of passage thing is something that y'all force on the young'ens?” Apple Bloom's mother asked hoping the answer would be no even though at the same time she wanted so badly for it to be yes in large part because of the scene in her mind and her own perverted desires burning in her.

“No its not, its only for willing participants.” He replied matter of fact. Receiving a large relieved sigh from The mother standing before him.

“Alright then.” She said walking back to the others telling them quietly about the answer he gave. The other two were well relieved, but at the same time disappointed. Blushing again at the images from that morning.

“We are sick aren't we?” Whispered Sweetie's mother. Getting nods from the others.

“Alright girls go on inside while we pay the gentle... um.. sir for watching you three.” Sweetie's mother gently nudged her foal into the home. Taking a peak inside she was astonished to see some toys and other general affects that a young filly would play with. Satisfied for the time being she and the others payed the dragon his price of twenty five bits per. After that the door closed gently leaving the three mothers to their devices that they themselves made in the depths of the mind.

“Are you sure this is alright?” Asked Sweetie's mother worriedly.

“Well na ah aint but what choice do we got?” Apple Bloom's mother replied. The only reply that came from Scootaloo's mom was a nervous chuckle and a facepalm.

“Are we going to regret this latter?” Sweetie's mom asked before parting ways for the day.

“I think we already do.” Came the flat reply from Scootaloo's mom.

Inside the home the three fillies looked around curious at the home that they would be in for the next few hours. All three were bummed out having to spend the day here instead of going out to play. Though it could be worse for all of them, they could be sitting at work with moms who had boring jobs and not having anyone to play with at all. They all looked to the dragon who had sat down on the couch.

“So what may I ask are your names little ones?” The dragons soft soothing voice came washing over the fillies.

“I am Scootaloo soon to be the coolest pony ever... next to Rainbow Dash that is, in all of Equestria!” Scootaloo exclaimed happily.

“Ah am Apple Bloom and this here is Sweetie Bell.” Apple Bloom said pointing at Sweetie.

“Well nice to meet you three, my name is Sir Whitecoat. You three may call me White if you wish.” Whitecoat replied to the enthusiastic young fillies. Three fillies, this day was progressing easily for the dragon. Having many years experience with young dragons, whom were destructive and down right violent at the age of the three fillies that he was now in charge of taking care of. The only exception to violent destructive dragon youngsters was the town resident Spike. Raised by a pony he never gained the urge to destroy or set fire to anything that moved, due to most large groups of dragons were very greedy making it tough on young dragons to get by without fighting.

“So what was all that about a filly's rite of passage thing that I heard my mom talking about?” Asked Apple Bloom. Tilting her head and squinting at the tall dragon.

“Well... uh.. it's.” The dragon stammered. He Never had much problem answering any other question a filly may pose. This was a hard thing to explain to a innocent filly. The dragon got up with a huff, walking over to a book shelf where a book sat for just such an occasion. The book was entitled ' The Filly's Guide to Adulthood.' The book was very detailed with diagrams, pictures of young filly bodies and what was going to happen to them when they got older. Moreover it detailed a rite of passage that a young filly may take to earn her status as a young mare. The dragon sat back in his spot on the couch. Flipping open the book he searched for the chapter that held the information that the young filly requested.

“Here you are. Read all about it if you want.” White said setting the book on the coffee table in front of the fillies. Sweetie was the first one to lean in to read what it said.

“Hey guys! It says here that we can earn our status as young mares by doing this.” Sweetie said to the others.

“What else does it say?” Asked Scootaloo in excitement. Apple Bloom got perked up when Sweetie told them about it.

“Well it says that it takes no less than thirty minutes of...”- Sweetie almost choked when she read what was required to preform this rite- “ Full sexual intercourse with a adult male of your choosing!” Sweetie blushed deep red along with gasps and blushes from Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. Sweetie turned the page where a black and white picture of a filly tied to a bench, gagged and being penetrated by a large male dog depicted the scene for her. Sweetie gasped and threw the book to the floor. Shaking she cowered in a corner. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom saw the page as the book landed on the ground they too then cowered in the same corner as Sweetie. The three young ponies were terrified.

The dragon got up making the three flinch in terror. He walked over to the book picked it up, and put it back on its proper shelf. The dragon sat back down on his couch looking a little perturbed at the fillies for desecrating his book. He let out a small sigh hanging his head shaking it back and forth.

“What are you gona do to us?” Apple Bloom asked. Her voice shaking along with the rest of her body.

“Nothing except make sure you don't get into trouble. That's it, the rite is only for willing fillies who've earned a cutiemark and doesn't wish to stay a foal. Does that answer your question miss Apple Bloom?” The dragon still spoke in a kind voice, only very slightly annoyed at the fillies for acting so immature.

“Wait so... your not going to tie us up and... well, buck us like that?” Asked Sweetie Bell in a very curious yet shaky frightened tone.

“Nope.. if you don't want to have the rite preformed. You don't have to do anything except play, sleep or even run through the house making a mess.” The dragon shrugged and waved a hand at the fillies to do what it was that they were going to do.

“Wait so its voluntary? We don't have to? Does it hurt?” Scootaloo asked stopping her frightened shaking.

“Well I would imagine it would being your so young, but that's something that every young mare figures out... eventually.” White said to Scootaloo with a kindness that she felt comfortable with.

“So..? Scootaloo was actually interested in this rite. Even if it meant being tied down for thirty minutes. “Is this even legal?” She asked after a long pause.

“Well yes actually it is.” White said to her in reply. Odd that in Equestria that the legal age of sexual consent was defined by the moment that a filly earns her cutiemark. Same with colts into stallions only the rite for them was different, it was the colt that did the penetrating. Scootaloo nervously pointed at the book. The dragon retrieved it,  handing it to the filly and opening it to the page that detailed what was involved. Then distanced himself from her so she didn't feel frightened. She read what was needed of her. It was required that she be tied down in any manner, then gagged with either a ring gag or a dental gag to keep her mouth open and at least two others aside from the rites performer to be witnesses. The other condition was that she must take all forms of sex to pass. Vaginal, anal, and oral. The time limit was no less than thirty minutes all the way up to four hours.

Scootaloo figured she was a rough and tumble Pegasus by birth so she could handle it. She still wanted to be sure that she wouldn't be permanently hurt because of this. “So.. if I were to do this...”- She trailed off looking at her shocked friends then back to the dragon.- “How do I know that I wont be.. well you know... um.. hurt really bad?” She finished speaking with a wince at her own words.

“Well I do have balms that can allow for exceeding the limit of your.. well size and not rip you.” The dragon replied with a little bit of a sexual seductive tone to his voice. It was almost to Scootaloo an invitation to try it out.

“How long does the balm last?” Scootaloo asked so nervous that she almost couldn't speak at all. Her body felt hot to her. Her heart raced, her breath was staggered and quick. Her mind was racing. "What would it feel like? Would it really hurt that bad? Mares gave birth I know that much. What happens if I want it to stop? I would be gagged not able to talk." Her body sent Sweetie and Apple Bloom a message. That message was that she was excited, but still scared.

“Three days. Don't know why myself, but I would imagine to make sure that it lasted long enough to let your... well holes to return to normal slowly.” White said, actually hoping that she would want to go through with this. Not getting laid for months had that effect on a dragon such as himself. Being very sexually active not because he was a pervert at all, but because dragons in his species went into heat every week on the dot.

“Are you nuts Scoots? Your not really thinking about going through with this are you?” Sweetie asked her friend. Frightened how she would handle something like that at her age.

“What if I am?” Scootaloo asked in rebuke. Getting Sweetie to gasp was really hard except for this case. Sweetie's, and Scootaloo's faces turned red with embarrassment.

“Oh your mom would kill you. Do you know that? My mom would kill me for even letting it happen.” Sweetie was screaming at Scootaloo trying desperately to talk her out of it. Apple Bloom however didn't speak. Her body was hot too she remembered a few days back she had walked into an otherwise traumatic scene where Applejack was getting pounded from behind by a random stallion in the barn. Apple Bloom remembered hearing the delighted screams and moans from her sister behind the haystack. "What if it wasn't so bad after all?" She thought to herself imagining Scootaloo's moans and screams. Apple Bloom nearly wet herself thinking about it. Her face was red, her body was quivering. She forgot to breath for a few seconds thinking about the scene in her mind. Long enough that she almost passed out.

“Are you alright Apple Bloom?” Sweetie asked now concerned for her other friend. Looking like she was about to die from embarrassment. The reply was a simple nod. The dragon waited for the decision of the young filly.