Walking upstairs and into her room, Sweetie thought on the previous conversation she had just had with Scootaloo. Applebloom had been home sick, and they had both had a lot of homework due the next day, so it was mutually agreed that they would both head home and work on their homework.
But, before they had parted ways, Sweetie Belle had been told by Scootaloo about how there was a filly in a bed near hers, and she would get what she called a "Good feeling" from rubbing someplace around her stomach. Scootaloo had acted like it was a big deal, and she needed to know if Sweetie Belle knew anything about it. Unfortunately, she didn't.
Rarity had been on her way out to pick up various food and basic supplies at the market, so Sweetie was to be left home alone for anywhere from about an hour to several hours. She decided to use this time to determine what it was the filly had been doing when she was rubbing her stomach.
Laying on her back on her bed, she slowly ran her forehoof down her stomach, experiencing herself in a way she had never tried before. Her flat stomach was so warm here, and the fur was soft, nearly as soft as her mane.
As she continued to move downward, her hoof brushed against one of her teats, eliciting a gasp and a slight shiver from her body. The shiver wasn't from pain; no, it was far from it. When her hoof had brushed against her teat, a small jolt of... of something had shot forth from it.
Not knowing what this mysterious feeling was, but assuming it was what Scootaloo had meant when she had mentioned the "good feeling", she found her hoof begin to gently brush it more, gradually getting less and less gentle, and becoming more of a furious rub. Her hoof quickly moved up and down over her small white teat as her breathing began to grow heavy. Yes, this feeling, this feeling must be the good feeling Scootaloo had been talking about.
The teat she was rubbing was beginning to become flushed with a deep pink, its white hue a thing of the past. Every time her hoof moved down, her small teat flattened itself against her foreleg and stomach, and every time her hoof came back up, it unflattened against her young filly belly and foreleg, prominently poking out like a miniature light switch.
As she rubbed with her right hoof, her left hoof pushed into the bed, slowly pushing harder and harder as her ministrations continued. But, realizing that her anatomy came included with, not one, but two teats, she stopped pushing against the bed, and instead began to rub her left teat just as hard, if not harder, than she was with her right.
Her young teat rubbing lasted several minutes, and the more she did it, the more it felt... good. But at at the same time, it didn't feel like it was enough. Something was missing from this, something she desperately needed. But she knew not what she need, for she was but a young filly, exploring her most private body for the first time.
And yet, although her mind did not know what she needed, her body did. Her hooves still rubbing, flicking, twisting, and prodding at her teats, her lower region gave an involuntary thrust outwards. Ignoring it the first time, she continued to rub at her young filly teats, attempting to sate her hunger with a tiny morsel. But her body knew what it wanted, what it needed, and as she continued to rub at her teats, she felt for the first time a flicker of warmth emanating from her young fillyhood.
Out of curiosity, she painstakingly took her initial teat-rubber away from its position, and set it on her moist fillyhood to determine the source of the warmth. And when her hoof lay upon her small filly lips, it felt at once what she had imagined it would feel like when she would got her Cutie Mark, but a thousand times better.
Gasping louder than Applebloom after trying to buck an apple tree, Sweetie Belle's hips bucked forward, and the feelings, the pure, raw, pleasure coursing through her body forced her to freeze and simply hold her hoof in place. Her hoof frozen in the exact middle of her young fillyhood, she felt her lips begin to slowly part, allowing her hoof to rest slightly enveloped on the sides by her young lips.
But mere moments later, the need came back to her young fillyhood, and her hoof began to rapidly slide up and down her moist lips, further parting them, until her hoof came into contact with another part, something small, about the size of a bean. When she hit the bump, she nearly screamed from the pleasure. She only managed to keep it down to a quiet gasp because, at the same time, a painful cramp became apparent in her stomach. Back arched, she clutched at her soft belly with both hooves, and continued to breathe deeply in and out, the pain thankfully dying off, but at the cost of her pleasure.
Her legs pressed against her stomach, she noticed a peculiar smell coming from her hooves, and her fillyhood. It was musky, similar to what she sometimes smelled on adult ponies in the fall and spring. After about a minute of breathing, she glanced down past her hooves, and at her young lips, still moist. Deciding that she wanted to continue to feel the pleasure, she lifted her hooves away from her still aching stomach, and placed one on the bed for a grip, and the other back onto her fillyhood. Slowly starting up again, the pleasure began to return.
Her pleasure beginning to rush back into her, Sweetie Belle began to quietly pant and mewl in pleasure, her hoof sloshing in her now soaked fillyhood, occasionally brushing against the bump. Each time it brushed against it, her hips bucked towards her hoof, and she let off a slightly louder mewl.
Her rubbing continuing, she felt the pleasure begin to rise higher and higher, to the point where she wanted to scream, to moan, to shout, anything to voice her pleasure. But she didn't, for she knew that others could hear, and Rarity would be home any moment. Along with the pleasure, however, came a feeling quite close to needing to pee, so close in fact, that gasped as realized that she could very well wet the bed right there.
Knowing she wanted to reach as much pleasure as possible, but at the same time not wanting to pee all over the bed, she vowed to herself to hold it in as long as she could, and that she would only run to the bathroom when she couldn't possibly hold it in any longer. Her hoof running harder and faster, the feeling quickly became much more prominent.
It all came to an end when, whilst rubbing her hoof over her young fillyhood, she accidentally brushed against the small bump once more. Her vision darkening, her body curled together, and then rapidly stretched out fully. Mewling loudly, the loudest she had so far, her eyes clenched together as her body rocked with pure pleasure. But her eyes flew open as she felt the first spurt of fluid shoot from her fillyhood and land on her leg, and, throughout the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, she pushed herself off of the bed.
Continuing to shake and twitch every which way with pleasure, Sweetie Belle fell onto the floor, hoof still rubbing furiously at her soaked fillyhood, and still expelling large amounts of liquid from within. Her mewling slowly decreased in volume as the spurts of liquid slowed, before both came to a complete stop, her body still occasionally twitching from the pleasure.
Looking up from her spot on the floor, Sweetie saw the large amounts of liquid around her, on the bed, on her fur, and even felt it puddled under her tail. Smiling goofily, she laid down to rest. She still had at least half an hour before Rarity got home, so she could afford a little nap before she cleaned up.
