From Ropes to Romance: Sweetie's Guidance Lesson

by Hand-Made

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Rarity, Sex, Human, Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 1796

Sweetie Belle enlists the help of her experienced older sister to help "woo" you over. However, little does Sweetie know of Rarity's sinful fantasy: to guide her little sister through a perverse romance of lust and one-sided love...

Sweetie Belle enlists the help of her experienced older sister to help "woo" you over. However, little does Sweetie know of Rarity's sinful fantasy: to guide her little sister through a perverse romance of lust and one-sided love...

A short one-shot clop, written with the idea of Sweetie Belle playing a more dominant role under the perverse tutoring of Rarity. The romanticist certainly has quite the unorthodox "happily ever after" in mind for her younger sibling; she is intent on not letting Sweetie's youthful ideals go wasted and imposes her own fantasy upon the foal's mind.

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Published 2014-04-18 13:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-18 13:30:02 UTC

Where Passion Blurs Obsession

"Open your eyes, coltfriend..." the young foal giggles softly as you groggily awaken to the world.

A heavy presence near your chest and a dark figure in the corner of the elegant bedchamber struggle to come into focus. The feel of smooth fur caressing your naked skin was a clear indicator of being hastily stripped bare.

"Ohhh....my head....w-what happe-" you're cut off by a swift set of tiny lips puckered against yours.

"Mwwah!"

A thin strand of saliva trails off along your chin as the kiss breaks.

"S-Sweetie Belle? Is that you...?"

Your vision finally focuses on the small, panting filly perched proudly over your chest. You tug on your wrists only to find all your extremities tightly bound to the bed; you notice the glazed, half-lidded look in Sweetie's eyes.

"Oh darling, ever since I saw her swoon over you the moment you both met, I knew it was destiny!"

A much older, sophisticated voice chimes in. It could only be the whine of damnable Rarity. Ceaselessly, she encourages her sister to pursue you.

"Do I not make for the most perfect arrow of cupid? Or should I say, chef? Tell me, are my secret spices not divine? Haha~" she flutters her eyes before tossing her perfumed mane. Sweetie Belle only stares, her little chest tufts heaving slowly. Sweet breath, laced with carrots from the dinner you were sharing only moments earlier, fills your nostrils as it spills from her open mouth. The next sensation was your manhood, raging with need, that was pressing earnestly into Sweetie's stomach. You let out a snort of reluctant arousal. Looks like you had very good reason to sense your meal's off-taste after all...

"Ohhh, I've waited so long. Can we do it now, sis?" Sweetie whispers in a hurried tone. Her lidded emerald eyes never once leave yours.

"S-Sweetie, this isn't r-AHH!" you wince as a hint of magic shocks your sensitive, swollen testicles.

"Of course Sweetie. You've waited oh-so-long for your stallion, why would I want my perfect little sister to wait a moment more?"

Sweetie bites her lower lip, blushing softly and slowly grinding her dripping fillyhood against your rod. Rarity trots over to your head, leaning up against the soft, decorative pillow.

"You'd best stop playing hard to get."

A thum of magic sounds through the air. You feel a slight pulse against your scrotum.

"...or else things might get very unpleasant."

Biting your tongue, you softly nod. Rarity pats your head softly.

"Good boy..."

Reaching over to her sister, Rarity slides her manicured hoof underneath her tail. She slowly moves it out of the way.

"Squee!" Sweetie Belle cries softly as her sister lines her winking marehood up with your throbbing member.

"Ahhh..." you groan softly as the foal lets out a small squirt of excitement onto your aching glans. Those "spices" must have certainly set your stomach on fire...

"O-Ohhh..." Sweetie flutters her eyes, just like big sis showed her how. You can't help but look up at her from the earnestness in her voice.
Rarity watches on expectantly, a grin on her face.

"...I just...I dreamed of this so many nights. I can't believe we're finally together, thanks to the help of the world's best sister..." she looks briefly at the fashionista, who beams back with familial pride. "l.....I-love you."

Your head fills with a thousand objections as Rarity's hoof impatiently forces her sister's waist lower and lower. This was far from how you imagined "love" to be in Ponyville. Your thick crown finally meets Sweetie's winking flower. You nearly eclipse her entire marehood. With another small squirt down your throbbing shaft, and a bit of help from big sis, the foal managed to pop herself onto your tip.

"Ohhh..." Sweetie moans softly as she finally feels your manhood spread her wide. Rarity bites her lower lip in response, unable to hold back a blush of her own.

"Yes, Sweetie Belle...take it deep and slow...don't forget to massage him as you sink lower onto his love."

Reaching a remaining hoof between her thighs, she pleasures herself gently. Rarity had a front-row seat to her most erotic, depraved fantasy: coaching young Sweetie with her groom-to-be.

"Nnnghhh...n-nAAHH..." you feel a jolt from Rarity's horn, far stronger than before, lance across your scrotum. You unclench your eyes to meet hers, trying to convey a look of desperation and betrayal. Rarity only glares back,

"Don't even begin to resist..." she hisses devilishly. With a grunt, Sweetie Belle struggles to lower herself onto your needy pole. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she flops her chest against you, looking up into your eyes. You don't know if Rarity fed her the "spiced" carrots or regular ones...

Rarity huffs softly, pushing on Sweetie's rump below the tail.

"AHH! Ohhh....!" Sweetie Belle cries, struggling to take you deeper. You toss your head back as the vicegrip only tightens around your shameful erection.

"Hmmph...." Rarity huffs. "Quite the sizeable accessory my dear sister seems to have fallen for. Perhaps I should have saved you for myself..."

Sweetie Belle snaps her head from your chest, glaring with venom at Rarity.

"He's....MINE..." she spits with a groan, twisting your shaft almost painfully as a few inches remain exposed. Rarity rolls her eyes with a playful smile.

"Of course, darling. I was merely joking." she finishes with a titter, gripping her younger sister's tail and slowly raising her up and down your shaft.

"Mmmm.....Ohhaahh...."

The feeling is exquisite; you love every moment and every inch of this naughty filly. Whether from the arousal drugs or not, you cannot stop your lewd moaning as Sweetie Belle once again lays against your restrained chest. Sweetie Belle flops her tongue out against your chest, drooling slightly onto your skin.

She lets out another squirt, panting, "Fuck me..."

Being tied down, you certainly couldn't drive yourself into her from above. Thrusting your hips up, your mind explodes in euphoria. Sweetie groans on your chest, her sister's hoof never leaving her lower back. Completely lost in the moment, Rarity starts leaking as well. The scent of young and mature arousal permeates the air. As a trio, you make moans and coos of pleasure that fill the room. Your mind still screams no, but it's increasingly clouded with instinct and the aroma of sex.

"Ohhh yes...ohhh YES...." Sweetie squeals, feeling you bump her cervix. Slowly she takes over, thrusting her hips down to meet yours. Inch by inch, she painfully wedges more of your manhood inside her searing-hot marehood. She's awkward and inexperienced with her thrusts, but her determination and sincerity only drive you to swell larger within her massaging folds.

"Ahhh!" you slip out of her as she rose too high. Tutting softly, Rarity runs a hoof down your aching glans.

"Looks like Sweetie still has much to learn..."

Taking a moment from pleasuring herself, she slides you back into her sister's young flower. She makes mental note of the lovely contrast between your thick, reddish shaft and Sweetie's onyx marehood. Without a moment more of pause, Rarity goes back to feverishly rubbing her winking clit.

"S-so tight..." you manage through gritted teeth.

"...s-something..Ahh...Ahhh...AHH!" Sweetie Belle begins to shout, lifting her face from the pool of saliva. Her marehood tightens painfully once more before gushing out a yellow-clear liquid, splattering the sheets and down your lower bodies. Rarity stares transfixed, biting her lower lip harshly as she climaxes herself, sending a torrent of yellow cream onto the bedchamber floor. Sweetie shuts her eyes, squealing loudly into the air. You can't help but cry out yourself, but your voice is easily eclipsed by the screaming filly riding out a violent orgasm. As her river of cum finally tapers off, Sweetie Belle resumes thrusting her hips against you. Grunts and groans fill your ears; she has gotten much more comfortable with her motions. Tossing your head back from side to side, you can't help but hate how good it feels as the foal rides you without mercy.

"M-my goodness..." Rarity attempts to regain her composure. "Humans certainly last quite a long time. Let's see if I can't speed things up a bit..."

The thum of magic makes you wince, but the feeling of pleasure surging through your balls makes you groan in pleasure. As you feel the gentle massage move faster and faster, your seed begins to rise into your shaft. The filly on top feels something happening, and squeezes you fiercely. You shout into the room as you buck your crown against the filly's waiting womb. The first blast of searing hot cum is more than enough to fill young Sweetie, but your arousal-stricken body cannot settle for anything less than impregnation. Arcing your back and nearly lifting you both from the sheets, you seed the foal's most inner garden with rope after rope of thick love. Tears stream from her eyes as she feels you plant yourself deep inside; the first of many times to come.

"Yessss! Make me pregnant!" Sweetie Belle cries out her deepest fetish with a voice crack. A splatter fills the room along with a throaty groan as Rarity climaxes once more. The sound of her sister's begging sends her quickly over the edge as she plays with her marehood. Finally your own orgasm tapers off, running down the thighs of Sweetie and mixing with her own yellowish juices. Groaning as you lay back, you cannot help but feel the thump of a shared heartbeat; Sweetie's and yours.

"W-why..." you pant, more confused than ever before. It certainly wasn't anything you expected from your first time with a mare, coerced into sex, raped by a foal with the help of her sister.

"Love."

"Wha-mmph!" you're hushed by a pair of tiny lips and tongue, flopping sloppily to meet yours. "That's why."

Your spinning head begins to give way to darkness.

"N-no...what...? I...I can't..." you begin to slip into unconsciousness once more; no doubt another effect of the arousal spices.

Before your mind turns off, you can't help but hear a mature, Manehattan accent chime:

"We'll need to have dinner again sometime soon. Perhaps at your home next, darling."

The last sight you see is a foal rubbing her lower belly, giggling as she slides off your lodged member with a "pop". You let out a breath as sleep claims you once more, left in the hooves of Sweetie Belle as she snuggles up against you. Soft little lips grace your face with affection.

"We'll *smooch* be *kiss* married *smooch* soon. *kisssss~*"

Rarity can only smile before turning to leave the room; a lusty grin a little wider than should be sane splaying across her face. The plans she has only beginning to unfold in her mind:

"Yes, dear sister. Yes you shall..."