The Belle and Bloom Show

Color text key: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and AB and Sweetie together/harmonizing

The light shining in through my bedroom window woke me early. Annoyed that I forgot to close my curtains, and still too lazy to reach up and close them, I rolled over onto my other side enjoying the heat from the sun.

A faint musk smell met my nose. It smelled nice… I felt a warmth from below as realization dawned on me, my actions from last night fresh in my mind. I smiled and pulled it closer while a hoof reached down. I idly rubbed myself imagining it was Sweetie’s hoof touching me.

I rolled over onto my back, spreading my hind legs wide. One hoof worked my hard nub, while the other traced circles over my teats. As my excitement grew, an idea came over me. I stopped what I was doing; my body protested. I grabbed the leotard and examined it. Then I lowered it to my hind legs, guiding them through the holes, I pulled it up over my body. I gasped faintly as the crotch piece came up over my fillyhood. It was soft and smooth, and it cupped it just right. I pulled the straps over my forelegs, and it stretched out putting an uncomfortable tension on my body.

“I guess this is why she doesn’t like this thing…” I muttered. It was really tight, and it left nothing to the imagination. Especially on me as I was slightly bigger than Sweetie. I struggled a little and pulled my tail through the hole, and it rested snugly in between my legs. Knowing Sweetie wore this last night, and it was snugly against her fillyhood, my excitement grew again. My hoof found its way down to my fillyhood and began to grind the fabric into me. I caught whiffs of Sweetie’s scent as I continued to grind into my hoof. The knowledge that my fillyhood was grinding into fabric Sweetie’s fillyhood had been against the night before made it more exciting.

The pressure rose up inside me as I imagined Sweetie Belle touching me, and kissing me all over my body. She was making her way down my stomach when it hit me. I came hard, soaking the leotard.

As I lay there panting, basking in the afterglow I heard hoofsteps approaching. I barely had time to get under the covers before Applejack barged in. “Rise and shine, Suga—” Her eyes locked onto my red wide-eyed face. “I-I see you’re already up.” And she backed out of the room and closed the door without saying another word.

She knew. There was no way she didn’t. And why did I have to have such a guilty face? And why does she just barge in here when I want to… Ugh! Maybe I can play it off as a bad dream.

I got out of bed, stripped off the leotard, with difficulty, and stashed it in my pillowcase. I’ll have to come back later and get rid of it when no one is around.

After a quick shower, where I made sure to wash off any scents I may still have of my activities, I went down for breakfast, hoping AJ had already gone outside.

Not only was she still inside, though, she was standing in the kitchen with a curious look on her face. I couldn’t read it. I decided it was best to walk past her, sit at the table, and not say anything.

“Hey, Apple Bloom,” Applejack started after a long and rather uncomfortable silence. “I just want you to know that…” She trailed off looking at the floor. “Well, you’re a growing filly, and you get these feelings… down there…” Her face was beet-red. I kept my eyes on my plate. She had caught me in the act. “It’s natural for you to… to want to… ya know…” She gestured hopelessly. “I’m sorry, I should have knocked. I keep forgetting you’re getting older now, and if you ever need to talk or have questions about your body… I’ll do my best to answer. Shucks, it’s hard for me to talk about this… I never got anything from Ma and Pa… I just wish I had someone back then to tell me ‘it’s okay.’” Applejack finished.

I pulled my eyes from my plate, daringly looking toward Applejack, but avoiding her eyes. Her face was practically burning. There was no point in trying to pass any of this off as a bad dream. The look on my face, the smell of my room told her more than she probably would’ve wanted to know. “Okay,” I said thickly. I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Applejack sat down across from me. “It’s okay, Sugarcube.” It was the best reassuring voice I ever heard. “It must be pretty embarrassing being caught by your sister… I won’t even tell you who caught me when I was a filly.”

That more than anything brought me out of my deep shame. “You?”

“Yep.” Applejack nodded. “I didn’t want to leave my room after that. And I had no one back then to tell me about these things… sex and all that…” Applejack trailed off. “It was a different time back then.”

As relieved as I was for my own sister to admit to being caught playing with herself, I wasn’t sure I was ready to ask her anything. I felt weird, exposed, dirty even. I knew what I was doing, of course, they said it was natural, but I still felt uncomfortable about it. If it didn’t feel so darn good and wasn’t so exciting, I wouldn’t have messed with anything down there… but that’s not how mares are designed.

“They didn’t teach you about this in school back then?” I asked, surprising myself.

Applejack sighed. “Not really. We were taught the very basics and were told we’d learn the rest when we were married… Different times, and Ponyville was more up-tight back then too. Still didn’t stop anyone from messing around though.” Applejack shook her head. “If anything it made things worse with every pony not knowing anything.

“Now listen,” Applejack said sternly, making me jump a little. “Don’t let any pony touch you in a way you don’t want them to. Don’t let any colt sweet talk you into doing anything you feel you aren’t ready for. It’s your body. And if the time does come… make sure you use protection… or he does. You don’t want to be in foal while in school. Especially this young.” Applejack shuddered. “The teasing alone would be awful…”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that last one,” I said casually, starting to feel better about myself.

Applejack eyed me suspiciously. “What do you mean?” She spoke slowly and clearly, her eyes drilling into me.

“I-I mean I’m not going around doing… that,” I said, knowing it was unconvincing. She continued to stare. “I-I don’t like colts,” I muttered quietly.

“What?”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “I don’t like colts like that.”

Applejack looked shocked, but only for a second. Realization spread across her face. “That explains why you have all of those Filly-Tonix fan magazine under your bed. I was wondering…”

My heart stopped. My eyes went wide. Was there anything she didn’t know? My face grew hot, and my eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” said Applejack hastily. “Honestly, I was just trying to slide a box of some of you old books and games under your bed when I found them. I wasn’t snooping. Or, tryin’ to at least.” Applejack bowed her head. “Sis, I’ve violated your privacy, and I apologize.”

I didn’t know what to say. When Applejack apologizes in this direct fashion, she is being earnest.

“It’s okay to like fillies,” Applejack went on. “I’m not sure if I can help you with that as much… I don’t have experience with other…” Applejack cleared her throat. “You can always talk to me about anything,” she said hastily. “And I’ll do better to respect your privacy.”

“Thanks, Sis.”

“You betcha. And a little word to the wise, if you get tired of washing your sheets; the showerhead has many settings.” Applejack blushed a little.

I exhaled sharply. It was okay to use other objects! I wasn’t that weird—she said showerhead, not a leotard worn by your friend. “So, what other things can mares use?”

“Well… um, there are all kinds of things. Some are meant for it, and others can be used for it…” Applejack trailed off, flustered. “I’m not sure if you’ll be interested in the ones shaped like a stallion’s penis…”

I repulsed at the very idea of something shaped like that, but the idea of something going inside me seemed exciting… this was so confusing.

“Mares can use them on each other too. Or so I’ve heard.”

“How,” I asked before I could stop myself.

“It’s called a strap on… one mare wears a belt like thing and one end goes inside her, and then she puts the other end inside her partner and she ruts her like a stallion would.”

I could feel a tingling sensation in my fillyhood. I did my best to push down images of Sweetie Belle on top of me, rutting me with such a device. I wanted to save that image for later use.

Applejack shook her head. “I ain’t an expert on this. Never done anything with another mare.” Applejack trailed off. “And the same thing I said before still applies,” she said abruptly. “Don’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. Don’t let any pony—”

“I Know, Applejack,” I said hastily. “I’m not about to go sleep with some filly or anything. I don’t even have a filly friend…” I wanted to add, ‘I don’t know if she feels the same way.’

“Just making sure all the basics are covered here. One step at a time… no need to be in a hurry.” Applejack stood up and walked around the table, pulling me into a tight hug. “My little sister is growing up.”

“Applejack,” I said thoughtfully, snuggling into her embrace, “what do I do if I like some pony, but she doesn’t like me like that back? What if she’s too scared to say anything. What if—”

“What if the sky falls and the sun stops burning,” said Applejack.

I freed myself from her embrace to look at her. She smiled back at me.

“This is something I can help you with, sugarcube. It’s the same if you like fillies or colts here. You can ask what if all day and night for lick of difference it’ll do you. You’ll only find out if you talk to her, and ask her how she feels. She could turn you down, and I’ll be a shoulder to cry on. She might not know, or she might say yes. You can only move forward if you talk to her.”

“Easier said than done,” I said.

“True. It gets easier as you get older… but do it on your own time in your own way. Don’t barge into her house and confess your undying love and scare her away two towns over…” Applejack chuckled at her own joke. “So who is the filly who’s got your eye?” she asked slyly.

I felt my heart beat quicken, and I smiled bashfully and shook my head.

“I could guess,” Applejack said. “Come on, I’m your big sister. I’m allowed a little teasin.”

I shook my head again. It was beyond obvious to her, especially if she opened those magazines and saw all the hearts I drew around Sweetie’s pictures. It was such a little filly thing to do, but that was last year!

“Filly-Tonix… hmm… yeah. I think she’s really pretty,” Applejack said finally. I looked up at her in spite of myself. “Sweetie Belle.”

Applejack held up a hoof. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anypony.” She flashed a reassuring grin. “And she’s nice, she can sing, and she has bright green eyes, and she has nice curves…” And on Applejack went describing Sweetie Belle’s physique in detail. I buried my head into my fore hooves. I wanted to die.

Later that morning I left the farm, setting out to meet up with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo at Sugarcube Corner. Despite AJ’s teasing and embarrassing comments about Sweetie’s curvy posterior, I was in a rather good mood.

So do I just tell her? She might like that direct approach, but in front of Scootaloo? That might make things awkward. Maybe I should ask to have a word with her… no that won’t work. Scoots is nosey and will ask too many questions.

I couldn’t think of a good way to confess my feelings to her during my walk. But I reassured myself I had time. She wasn’t touring this summer, or going anywhere. What is the sky falls and the sun stops burning… I guess AJ is right… there are worse things that could happen.

Sweetie Belle was standing out front of Sugarcube Corner. She didn’t look exhausted, but she still seemed a little tired. Upon seeing me, she waved me down excitedly.

“Hey,” she said when I was closer.

“Hey yourself,” I responded smoothly, making her smile. “Scoots not here yet?”

Sweetie Belle shrugged. “I only just got here. Haven't seen her.”

And as if on cue, a scooter came skidding to a half in front of us from seemingly nowhere. “Hey, Sweetie, I found her!” I shouted, making an exaggerated gesture to point at Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes, but it had the desired effect: making her grin.

We made our way inside. Scootaloo ordered the biggest sundae I’ve ever seen. Sweetie and I ordered milk shakes. We took a seat in the back of the restaurant. Ponies stared and pointed openly at Sweetie Belle as we passed.

“I wish they’d stop that,” she muttered.

“You’re a pop star now… they think you’re cool,” I said.

Scootaloo snorted a little. “Pop star is cool, but a rock star… Sweetie you need to become a rock star; then the town will be crazy about you. And all the bad colts will want to date you.” Scootaloo smiled.

A knot formed in my stomach at the thought of Sweetie Belle dating “bad colts” or just colts in general. I was slightly relieved when she rolled her eyes.

“I’m kind of glad it’s over…” Sweetie Belle trailed off. “It was fun, but I wasn’t allowed to do very much. And those stupid costumes were so tight and uncomfortable.”

“Yes they are,” I said confirmingly. Sweetie Belle eyed me with strange curiosity, and I realized I said that out loud. “I-I mean they looked very tight,” I said quickly, and then taking a large gulp of my milkshake. I coughed on the sudden and abrupt coldness on my throat. “I’m fine.”

“What do you mean, you couldn’t do much?” Scootaloo asked, as she thumped my back. “Didn’t they say a few months back you would be singing more?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.” She took a sip of her milkshake. “I mean they wouldn’t let me or anyone else write their own songs or dance moves. And Silver had some decent songs, but they wouldn’t take them.”

Scootaloo’s eyes widened. “You mean… all those songs—no…” She trailed off lost for words.

“Written by the studio,” Sweetie Belle said briskly.

“AJ always did call the music industry the machine,” I said casually. I don’t know why I offered that piece of information up. To add to the conversation? Applejack only said it once… last year.

“The machine!” Scootaloo exclaimed, raising both fore hooves above her head. Sweetie Belle simply looked puzzled.

“She said it was like a hay baler. It takes all the loose individual grass clippings in and spits out a square bales.”

“The music industry is hay bales?” asked Scootaloo flippantly.

Sweetie Belle seemed to understand, and she nodded slowly. “Yeah… I guess. I didn’t have a bad experience… besides the costumes.”

“We get it, you don’t like the costumes,” Scootaloo said with a mouth full of ice cream.

Sweetie Belle sighed. “Sorry, but it really was the worst part. Especially when the thing rode right up your—”

“I think we get the idea,” I said quickly. “What are you planning to do now?”

Sweetie grinned and bounced in her seat. I could tell she had been waiting patiently for one of us to ask her. “I have some exciting news!,” she squeaked. “One of the producers said he’d sign me to a label if I came up with a good enough show or songs for a debut album!”

“Wow!” Scootaloo and I gasped at the same time.

“Thing is, I’m a bit nervous about doing this whole thing alone. The Filly-tonix, we were always a group, you know? So, I’m going to be looking for a vocalist to sing with me soon. I get to pick the songs, dances, arrangements, and I get to try my hoof at writing.”

“That’s so cool!” shouted Scootaloo. “Who are you going to ask to sing with you?”

“Well… I thought I’d ask you two,” Sweetie Belle said.

Scootaloo shook her head. “I’m no singer… unless you do some rock stuff, that would be cool… I would have to give up flying lessons and hanging with Rainbow Dash and—”

“It’s okay, Scoots. If you don’t want to do it that’s fine. You still have to come to my shows though.”

The wheels in my head were turning. I could sing, but not very well. But this could be a great chance for me to get closer to Sweetie. “I’m in,” I said quietly. “I’ll sing with you, Sweetie.”

Sweetie Belle grinned. “Yes! You’re going to love it.” But even as Sweetie Belle beamed excitedly, I could see a note of hesitation. “But before we get too carried away, I need you to sing me something. Just so I know how your voice is.”

Even though she didn’t want to say it directly, I knew that singing with her was contingent on being able to at least carry a tune. “Anything?”

Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Yeah, whatever you want to.”

I thought for a moment, brain-shuffling through my musical catalog. "Okay. I think I know a good one."

Sweetie Belle stared at me expectantly as I sipped my milkshake.

“What?”

“Well?”

My eyes widened. “Wait, you want me to sing here? Now?”

Sweetie Belle nodded enthusiastically. “An ice cream shop is a small venue compared to the actual stage. You’ll need to be comfortable performing anywhere.”

I felt a little self conscious about singing at a restaurant, but I would have to get over it if I was going to sing on stage. I cleared my throat and sang.

"Light she was and like a fairy
"And her shoes were number nine
"Herring boxes without topses
"Sandals were for Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
"Oh my darling, Clementine

"You are gone and lost forever
"Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

I had hesitated for a split second when Sweetie Belle joined in, but only just. Her harmony was beautiful. She sang above my voice, but not too high. I think the musical term was a third…

“Apple Bloom,” Sweetie Belle said softly, “you have a lovely singing voice. And you twang—”

“Oh no,” I interrupted. “I can work on it—maybe get a vocal coach or—”

“No!” Sweetie cried. “It’s soft and great, and so are you!”

“Yeah it was pretty good,” Scootaloo agreed as I blushed madly.

“We’ll have to work on your timing a little, but this is perfect. And with a voice like that, we can do so many songs!”

“Will I be able to write too?” I asked hopefully. “We-we wouldn’t have to perform them… but it would be fun to write them.”

“Of course. We would collaborate ideas and lyrics. If you write something, or I write something, we will work on it together.”

I couldn’t have been more excited. My mind was already racing with song ideas when it hit me. I knew how I was going to tell Sweetie how I felt. It was such an amazingly simple thing too, and writing a song for her seemed to be the most perfect way to tell her. After all most good songs are love songs.

“What about you, Scoots?” asked Sweetie Belle, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Do you want to make this duo a trio?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “It’s not for me. I like going to shows. The only thing I want to perform in front anypony is me doing awesome tricks on my scooter.”

Sweetie looked a little disappointed, but nodded, understanding. “Well, after this I guess I should introduce you to TS and—”

“Who?” I asked.

“TS—Talent Scout. He’s the producer from Filly-Tonix letting me run my own show.”

I continued to frown. “So what is he doing for us if you’re running everything?”

Sweetie Belle laughed nervously. “No. No, I meant I have some creative control. He still fills the venues, does the marketing, and all other business things.” Sweetie Belle waved a hoof through the air.

“I don’t know… some creative control?”

“Okay a lot. We can perform our own songs, wear our own costumes… he will probably have a say in theme of the overall show and maybe some say in which musicians get to play live at the shows… only certain ones are allowed to work with the studio and such.”

I nodded. “Okay. Just making sure I know what this is.” I still had no idea what I was getting into. I thought we were going to just do a few shows over the summer in Ponyville. But it sounds like we’re becoming the next Filly-Tonix.

“I want from row seats!” Scootalo said as she finished her sundae. “And backstage passes.”

“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle said with such an inflection that said ‘well duh.’

“And you have to do a least one rock song, and you have to do a show where you two pretend to fly around on wires, and maybe another one where…” And on and on she went. I tuned out, turing my thoughts to what kind of song I would write for Sweetie. I watched her smile as she listened to all of Scootaloo’s great ideas. She really was pretty, especially her eyes. AJ’s teasing aside, and to my annoyance, she was correct about the things she said about Sweetie.

We left Sugarcube Corner and made our way through the town. Scootaloo and Sweetie were still talking about ideas for shows. Well, Scootaloo was talking. Sweetie was listening politely. She had given up trying to explain that she would have to talk with TS first.

As they continued to talk, I walked quietly behind them, using the opportunity to get a good look at Sweetie’s hindquarters. Her hips were wide, and her legs were lean and tapered down smoothly to her hawks. Her tail swayed gently with every step she took. Not enough for me to get a look at anything, but just enough it teased me… and in some ways, that made it much worse.

We arrived at a small office. It was rather small and unassuming looking. In fact, I’ve passed this street corner several times, and had never given this place a second glance. Unsure of how long it would take, Scootaloo said she had to go back for her scooter and had stunts to practice. We told her we’d catch up later, and entered the office.

The room was lit well, but it was larger than I would’ve thought. The walls were decorated with posters of the Filly-Tonix; most of them seemed to focus on Silver Serenade. She was, indeed, a very pretty filly. I couldn’t deny it… or some of the fantasies involving her either. Against the back wall, underneath an aforementioned poster, was a pony sitting behind a plain wooden desk. It was covered with stationary, and a bronze nameplate that served to identify the pony it belonged to.

Talent Scout was a grey middle-aged unicorn stallion. He seemed a bit scrawny and weasel-like, an aspect that was doubled when he spoke in a dry voice.

“Sweetie Belle! How are you?” he asked while he looked her over carefully. He seemed to be inspecting her instead of greeting her.

“I’m great,” she squeaked. He continued to eye her. If something strange was going on, Sweetie Belle didn’t seem to notice. He brought her into a quick hug then his eyes fell onto me.

“And who do we have here?” he asked. He continued to smile, but showed very little interest.

“My new vocalist! She can sing back up, lead, and we can even sing duets.” Sweetie’s voice was bubbling with excitement. “She has a great voice, and we can really sing many varieties of songs.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my cheeks heat up. It was very flattering to be introduced in such a way, I couldn’t help but smile dumbly.

My smile quickly faded though once his eyes fell on me in that same sort of way he eyed Sweetie Belle. He stepped close, looking over my body. I tucked my tail in a little tighter as he walked around me. He was so close I could hear every wheezing breath he took.I could practically feel his eyes on my hindquarters. I spun around reflexively. My heart was racing, and there was an uncontrollable tremble in my hindlegs. I suddenly became very aware that it was just us two fillies in this room with him… I wanted to run.

“Broad shoulders, strong hindlegs, red mane and tail, and a filly bow to top it off,” he wheezed not bothering to hide any disdain. “It’s very… very… simple.”

The over-pronunciation of the word ‘simple’ made me shiver.

“A farm-filly…” he said softly as if amused. “Sweetie,” he said loudly, “before you make any decisions, I want you to meet some of the session vocalists we have here.”

I gritted my teeth as a burning sensation came across my body. I didn’t even get a chance to prove myself, let alone talk, and he was already tossing me aside.

“Come on now,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. “Y’all ain’t even heard what I can do yet.”

“‘Heard? That’s cute. But, that accent.” TS shook his head.

Sweetie Belle’s face went red as she stepped in front of me. “You said I could pick anyone I thought was talented enough to sing with me. I chose Apple Bloom.”

TS seemed a little taken aback, but then nodded smilingly. “And so I did. You say she’s good enough, then she is. Come up with a routine and some songs, and I’ll put up a trial run here in Ponyville. Based on that, I’ll see where we can go next.”

I decided to remain silent and simply breathe heavily. This guy was a jerk.

“I already have a few ideas; I’ll run them by Apple Bloom and show you what we come up with.”

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin about!” he exclaimed, although there was no excitement in his voice. He gave Sweetie Belle a swat on the behind. It took every ounce of self restraint I had to not run over to him and kick the ever living shit out of him. But I was shaking with rage as we left.

“What’s wrong?” Sweetie asked once we were walking on the street.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, outraged. “That guy is a creep. He smacked you on the butt!”

Sweetie made a dismissive gesture. “He did that to all of us dancers in the Filly-Tonix. It’s nothing.”

“He’s a complete ass. Insulting. Did you see the way he was looking at me—and at you?”

Sweetie Belle stopped and looked me in the eyes. Her expression was impossible to read. “I should have warned you, I’m sorry. TS is a huge jerk, especially to ponies he doesn’t know. But he’s good at what he does.”

I wasn’t reassured in the slightest, but I trusted Sweetie knew what she was doing having dealt with him the past. “He’ll get better once he’s warmed up to you, I promise.” she continued. “Right now he sees you as a risk, an unknown. That will change once he sees what you can do.”

I sighed. “Sweetie Belle,” I said seriously. “I’d trust you with my life. But him… I don’t want to be alone in a room with that guy.”

“Fair enough,” Sweetie Belle replied. Then she faced me, her cheek a little red. “Do you really mean that? That you trust me with your life?”

“I do,” I admitted.

“Thank you… that’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard anyone say to me. I trust you too, Apple Bloom.” She gave me a quick hug, which I relished in her soft and warm fur; even if it was only for a second. “Look, don’t worry about TS. I’ll deal with him.”

I felt a little better after that. I told myself I would get out and get Applejack if he got too hoofsey with us. I shuddered at the thought of him groping me or Sweetie Belle. I was doing this for her, and only for her.

We spent the rest of the afternoon, coming up with names for our group. We couldn’t agree on anything, and I was having an even harder time just coming up with something. After what seemed like hours, I said, mostly in exasperation and defeat, “we might as well call ourselves the Sweetie Belle Apple Bloom Show.”

Sweetie Belle’s face lit up. “That’s it!” She jumped out of the chair she had lulled in for the last hour.

“You can’t be serious…”

“But that’s it! The Belle and Bloom Show! It’s perfect.”

It was more streamlined, and it rolled of the tongue nicely. “Yes…” I said slowly. “I think that’s it.”

We high hoofed excitedly, and Sweetie wrote it down in a notebook. We danced around like idiots and laughed at how long it took us to come up with such a simple name.

We stayed until sunset, brainstorming, and enjoying each other's company. In the story books, this would’ve been the perfect time to share a first kiss. But this was no story book. The time came and went, and didn’t do so much as hug. Sunset was our curfew; so we said goodnight to each other, and made plans to start bright an early with dance practices, singing, and a routine for our first show.

When I walked inside, the only light on was the kitchen light. Applejack sat at the table, looking worse for wear. Every inch of her said she was seconds from sleep. But she smiled and looked more alert once I sat down opposite of her with a plate of pasta. “You look beat,” I said.

“Yeah, I—”Applejack yawned. “I was working all day with Mac on that stupid plough. We almost have it back together… he’s already gone up to bed.” She yawned again. “I noticed you and Sweetie Belle were in the clubhouse alone for quite a while.” Applejack raised her eyebrows. “So are you two…”

I felt a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, which I forced down. “No,” I sighed. “She asked me to sing in a new group she’s putting together. We get to write the songs and everything.”

“That sounds fun,” Applejack said thickly. “Just be careful. Some machines break for a time, but serve their purpose when fixed. Other machines are rigged so you can’t win.”

“What do you mean?” There was that machine thing again. It always made me feel slightly uneasy.

“Some other time, I think. I wouldn’t want to put a damper on your fun.” Applejack stood up from her chair. “Anyways, I’m plum tuckered out. Good night, sugarcube.”

I entered my room and closed the door behind me. I pulled the covers back to reveal a faded stain from last night and this morning. I cursed under my breath at forgetting to wash my sheets. “It’s too late to do that now,” muttered. I fished out the leotard from my pillowcase, and gave it a whiff. It still smelled like her, although not as strongly. Remembering I wore it this morning and how I soaked it, I tossed it into my hamper.

I lay on my bed after turning off the lights. I sank below the covers. As I got comfortable, images of Sweetie Belle and I in the clubhouse filled my mind. We were sitting close to each other as the sun set in the window behind us. She leaned in close to me. Our lips met. Then I was on my back, and she was on top of me with the strapon device AJ described this morning. She was rutting me hard.

My hoof made its way down to my nethers. I moaned softly as I began to rub in the usual pattern. I jammed my hoof into my slit, rubbing up and down, grinding into my nub as I went. My fantasies changed to me with my face down on the floor and Sweetie rutting me like a stallion. “Oh yeah!” I was close now. I pictured what her fillyhood would look like, all opened up, exposing the pink inside. I knew how she smelled there, but I wondered how she tasted there. At the very thought of running my tongue through her slit, my body tightened and shook. I felt my fillyhood contract and squirt out more fluids… right into my already stained sheets. After laying there panting for a few seconds, I rolled over and fell asleep.