The Belle and Bloom Show

It couldn’t have been a better night for an outdoor show. Everypony from Ponyville had to have been there. The air was full of excited anticipation as the curtain remained down and the stage dark. But through the incoherent rumble of hundreds talking over each other, there was a tinge of melancholy in the air too. Tonight was the last performance the Filly-Tonix would do.

About a year ago, Sweetie Belle received a once in a life-time opportunity to join a group of fillies to perform pop songs and dance routines. They were a pretty big hit in Ponyville, Canterlot, and even Manehatten. Their songs were catchy and fun, and their dance routines were stunning; in more ways than one... They wore very tight costumes that left little to the imagination, and their dances involved some… provocative movements.

“Just start already!” came Scootaloo’s irritated voice in my left ear. It was hard to hear her over all the noise. I simply nodded, acknowledging her irritation.

I still couldn’t believe they were breaking up. Their songs were everywhere, but maybe AJ was right about these types of groups…

The Filly-Tonix had done their official farewell tour in Manehatten, of course. AJ wouldn’t let me go, but I heard the crowd was unimaginably large. I was so mad, I didn’t speak to her for a week! But luckily, Sweetie Belle, was able to pull some strings and give Ponyville a private concert. Call it a last, last concert.

The lights went down. The curtain raised. Bright lights shone on the stage as five fillies stepped into the light and took a bow. The crowd exploded into hoof stomping and cheering. I heard Scootaloo let out a howl of a cheer, which I joined in a second later.

“Thank you!” Sweetie Belle’s voice boomed through the crowd, and the noise slowly died down. “Thank you, Ponyville! Welcome to our final show. We are the Filly-Tonix!” She screamed the last part. The crowd erupted into cheers, whistles, and hoof stomping. At the same time the music started. Sweetie Belle stepped back from the mic in with the rest of her group as they went into a complicated dance routine.

The music was upbeat and easy to dance to. Scootaloo was clumsily bobbing to the beat while I was doing my best to rock from side to side in time with the song. I knew this song. It was good, but Sweetie Belle didn’t sing in this one; so to me, it wasn’t as good.

The singer and star of the group was Silver Serenade. Well that was her stage name anyway. She was wearing a silver leotard, and her mane was done up in massive curls. She actually looked good—well half the colts in Ponyville had a crush on her, and I may have had one on her too. Her body was lean and long. She simply looked exotic. She was the main dancer and lead vocals. Sweetie Belle usually sang backup vocals, but she got a few solos. Sweetie Belle and the rest of the group wore black leotards, and their manes were all done up in similar fashion. From the distance I was standing, it was hard to tell which one Sweetie was. Once I found her, my attention was on Sweetie Belle, and I could feel my heart racing as I watched every move she made. Her leotard accentuated every curve of her body as she stepped and twisted.

Song after song went by. I loved them all. In their fast songs, Scoots and I jokingly danced around each other, and on slow songs we swayed with the music. Some ponies in the audience danced with each other.

For the final song, Sweetie and Silver sang a power ballad that was written specifically for the final tour. I had heard every song they had written; so this was the song I was most excited about. It started out slow and built and built. Sweetie and Silver were singing with so much power in their voices, I could feel the fur on my back prickling up… and then it ended with on a soft note and the music faded. The lights went down. The curtain fell. And that was the last time the Filly-Tonix were on stage together.

It was some time before Scoots and I made our way out of the crowd. The music still ringing in my ears. We collected our saddlebags from the bag-check counter.

“That was awesome!” exclaimed Scootaloo.

“Sweetie Belle really out did herself,” I replied excitedly. “I liked her outfit for the performance,” I blurted out. Feeling my cheeks burn. “I-I mean they all looked cool.”

“Yeah they were.” Scootaloo was jumpin up and down, hovering for a few brief seconds, and then landing. “Come on! Let’s get back stage!”

Scootaloo was practically dragging me by the hoof as we set off for the stage.

We showed our backstage passes to the bouncer, and made our way back. Silver Serenade was struggling to get out of her silver leotard. It was half-way off, exposing her pale-blue coat underneath. “Just get it off!” She huffed to another pony attempting to pull it off her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her neck was sweaty. “So glad I don’t have to wear this thing again!” she spat. She was a pale blue unicorn with a silver mane and tale with thin black strips. Up close she looked a little older than the rest. Her body was flawless and smooth as it glistened with sweat, and I grew a little warm down there getting a good look at her as we passed.

There was a murmur of agreement from the others as well. The rest of the group members were in similar predicaments as Silver.

“They’re just too tight,” Sweetie Belle said.

I found Sweetie Belle in the corner struggling with her leotard. I strode over to her. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and then she grinned awkwardly. “Could you lend me a hoof?”

“You betcha.” I replied warmly. “The show was amazing, by the way,” I added quickly.

“Yeah super cool!” Scootaloo agreed. “I’m not sure about that last dance, but the song was cool.”

I pulled at the leotard, pulling it down, but it was stuck her body. Sweetie Belle squirmed as I pulled. Slowly but surely, it slid off. I was immediately greeted with her scent as I held the soaked leotard. The smell was heavenly to me, and my already warm nethers were practically dripping. My heart started pounding in my chest as a reckless urge to keep it came over me; a memento… but I thought better of it and held it out to her.

“Ugh.” She eyed it with disgust. “Get rid of it.”

“Don’t you want to keep it?” Scootaloo asked. “It’s a Filly-Tonix official! It could be worth a lot in the future,” she said facetiously.

“Yeah you should keep it,” I added dumbly.

“That was the worst part of this whole thing,” Sweetie Belle said. “You’d understand if you had to wear it several hours a night.”

“Alright,” I replied automatically. “I’ll get rid of it for you.” I made my way toward a trash can in the corner of the room. The reckless urge came back to me, and I knew what I was going to do. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching, and then I slipped the leotard in my saddlebag.

As I made my way back, Rarity had arrived, and was pulling Sweetie Belle into a big hug. “Simply wonderful, darling!” She beamed. “I just can’t believe it’s over… but I guess that’s what they say about all good things…” she mused. “What did you think of it?” she asked me.

But before I could respond, Sweetie Belle let out a loud squeak as she yawned. “ Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m really tired.”

“Oh, the poor dear,” Rarity cooed. “She’s been performing every night this week. Come now. You’re going straight to bed!”

Sweetie Belle offered no argument to Rarity’s command. “Hey let’s meet up at sugar Cube Corner tomorrow after breakfast,” she said to us. We agreed, and she bid us a hasty goodnight, and left quickly with Rarity.

“You wanna come over?” Scootaloo asked. “We could stay up singing our favorites songs.”

It sounded like an amazing idea, but I too was feeling tired. “I’m tired, Scoots. Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m tired too. Tomorrow would be better,” she replied, but I could hear a note of disappointment in her voice.

On the walk home, we sang our favorite Filly-Tonix songs. Well, I sang; Scoots more or less belted out the words in what some may consider a tune… loosely. But we didn’t care. The whole town was out and about riding the high from the concert.

We parted ways at the edge of town, and I made my way down the familiar old road, past the barn, and into the farmhouse. “AJ, I’m home!”

“There ya are, Sugarcube.” Applejack poked her head out from the kitchen. “How was the show? I heard the whole thing from here.”

“It was amazing! Sweetie Belle got to sing in a new song and everything.”

“Well that’s good.” Applejack smiled and returned to the kitchen. “There’s a little bit of supper left if you’re hungry!” she called out.

“No thanks. I ate at Scoots’ before the show.” I made my way to my room. I tossed my saddlebags on the floor exhaling deeply. I lay on my bed, just reminiscing about my favorite moments of the show.

Applejack poked her head through my doorway. “I’m hittin the hay,” she said. “Big Mac hasn’t fixed the plough yet, so not much for you to do tomorrow.”

I grinned. “I can hang out with Sweetie and Scoots all day tomorrow!”

“There will be work to do once it’s fixed, so don’t get too excited,” chided Applejack.

“I know, sis.”

“Goodnight, Sugarcube.”

“Goodnight!” I called out as Applejack closed the door. Her hoofsteps grew faint, but I didn’t dare move just yet. There was a loud creak and a soft thunk that told me Applejack’s bedroom door was shut. I waited a few minutes more, just to be safe.

Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dark, as I lay on my bed. My heart was pounding. I made my way out of bed, and reached for my saddlebags. Reaching inside, I found what I was looking for when my hoof touched something soft and silky. I jumped silently back onto my bed and lay down. I brought the leotard up to my nose, giving it a sniff. My nose was greeted with a musky scent. I sniffed harder, taking in the aroma. I began to breathe heavily, each breath drawing in more of that intoxicating essence. I could feel myself growing hot and wet down there.

I held up the leotard, trying to get a look at it in the dark. After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to the dark object. I found what I was looking for… I turned it over, flipping out the crotch piece, bringing it to my nose slowly. I inhaled deeply. The scent hit me like a ton of bricks. It was a smell of strong musk, and tangy, and a hint of something almost sweet.

I lowered a hoof and started rubbing myself. I was so wet. I inhaled deeper, putting the fabric on my nose. It was simply intoxicating. I rubbed harder, sliding my hoof into my slit, I pushed my hips into my hoof, moaning softly. “Oh, Sweetie,” I whispered heavily, “you smell so good down there.” My hoof found my nub, and I ran it in circles over it. “Yes, right there.”

I was out of my mind. The smell of her fillyhood was so intense, more arousing than I could’ve imagined. I was close. I inhaled again, and let myself go over the edge. I stifled a yelp as I rode out my orgasm. It was the most intense one I’ve ever felt. I lay in a heap after, gasping loudly. It took a second for my eyes to come back into focus. There was a big wet spot under me. “Wow.”

Slowly my senses came back to me. I let the leotard fall to my side. A sudden uneasiness settled in my gut, and I knew I should be ashamed. If Sweetie Belle ever found out… I should’ve never taken it. I couldn’t help it though. She smelled so amazing, and I was so worked up…

Around and around my mind went with confusing feelings and thoughts until I drifted off to sleep.