The Belle and Bloom Show

Gypsies

The next morning started out much the same way. This time I waited until everyone was done with the shower, and then decided to repeat yesterday in the shower. “Mhmmm. Mmmm,” I grunted. I was practically sitting on the showerhead as it pulsed into me. My hoof reached down and rubbed my teats as I imagined Sweetie’s hot breath on them. Then her tongue was reaching inside me, hitting all the right spots. My hoof made its way to my favorite spot where I ground it roughly into me. I was so close. “Yes. Mmmm.” I cried out at a whisper. Then it hit; my whole body tightened. I braced myself against the tub as my body shook in pure bliss.

I stood up, my legs shaking slightly. “Oh Celestia that was good,” I muttered. I didn’t think my body could take another round this time so I finished my shower quickly. For the last few days, I’ve been so uncontrollably horny. Sweetie Belle had been the center of my recent fantasies and some old ones. But Silver Serenade was in quite a few and Scootaloo was in an occasional one. I could imagine sex with Scootaloo would probably be wild and fun, and sex with Silver Seranade would be exotic and amazing; sex with Sweetie would be passionate and sensual.

Maybe I was just going into heat or something. Last time I did, it wasn’t that bad. It was mostly irritating, but I did experience my first orgasm. It took me by surprise. I had never ever felt something so intense or amazing in my life. Ever since then I’ve been hoofing myself.

After breakfast we hung out with Scootaloo for the morning. We showed her some of our dances, and she critiqued them. We didn’t tell her which ones would be in the show, so she could be surprised with everyone else.

Scootaloo disappeared after lunch talking vaguely about having other plans in town. I suspected she was sneaking off to hang out with Rumble again.

For the rest of the day we practiced and refined our routine. Sweetie brought a metronome which really helped me.

The following few days were similar routine: I would have some me time in the shower, practice dancing with Sweetie Belle; sometimes Scoots was there, and then we’d practice our routine until dinner time. Some nights I would stay up late for extra me time; it depended on how tired I was.

After several more days, Sweetie Belle told me we had our first show date in the Ponyville town center. I couldn’t have been more excited. This was our chance. If we blew them away, we’d land a label and be traveling Equestria all summer.

Flyers had gone up all over town announcing the new Belle and Bloom show. Sweetie Belle had some small level of fame now from her stint as a backup singer in the Filly-Tonix. We were expecting a decent turn out. Rarity had put an ad in the local paper, and she put one in a few Canterlot papers too. Applejack told the rest of the Apples about it and promised to be in the front row.

We gave out backstage passes to Scootaloo, AJ, Rarity, Spike, and Sweetie’s parents. And we promised Scootaloo we’d hang out after the show since we’ve seen so little of her leading up to the show.

The night before the show, Sweetie Belle and I were practicing on the actual stage we were going to be using.

“Well, this is actually bigger than I thought.” Sweetie Belle smiled. “Which is perfect. Remember that chase dance routine you wanted to do?”

I nodded, smiling.

“Well, I think we can put it back in. Remember exaggerate your steps a little, but don’t cover too much ground.”

We practice our blocking and facing movements, but to save our voices, we didn’t actually sing. “Okay,” I said taking a deep breath. “Enter stage left. Sing with the dance routine. Do the intro that rolls into our little skit that will roll into the final song.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “I think this will be great. Now that Rarity helped with the costumes and Applejack got us a lasso…”

The day of the show, we spent the morning resting, and the afternoon rehearsing. My nerves were starting to get to me. I took a few bad steps on the intro. I recovered quickly, but not without stumbling and looking stupid.

“The worst things you can do on stage: trip and fall, forget your lines, and miss your cue to enter or leave,” said Sweetie Belle. “But we’ve all done at least one of those things once or twice. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks. It’s just gettin’ to my head.”

“Hey, you’ll be fine. Just remember to breathe.”

I wish I had her confidence. My stomach was doing some crazy acrobatics. I skipped dinner and went to the town center where the roadies were setting things up. One was pulling a covered wagon onto the stage. He stopped in the center, and another one lowered a black curtain over it. Another curtain was lowered that was painted like the sunset in the desert, and a few cardboard cacti were placed on each side of the stage. The finishing touch was a few actual tumbleweeds. It looked cool. I was excited and nervous about the show, and my stomach would not cease its trapeze act..

The seating area was huge. It had two levels with balconies on the left and right side above the second level. What if no one shows up? Or worse, only ten ponies show up, and then leave halfway through? I wasn’t sure which would be worse.

Sweetie Belle called me into the dressing room where Rarity was fussing over her costume. “Now hold still, Sweetie Belle. A few adjustments need to be made.” Rarity was holding Sweetie Belle in an aura of magic as she stitched part of her dress. Sweetie Belle remained frozen in place, but her eyes were narrowed and her face was red.

If there was a word to describe Sweetie’s dress, it would have to be “gypsy.” It was an exotic and skimpy dress of many different colors with beads that hung off the end over her tail. Her mane was straightened and had a few multi-colored hair wraps.

“Ah, Apple Bloom. I will be with you in a moment,” Rarity said warmly, still stitching away furiously at Sweetie’s dress. “Now, dear, put the erm... cow suit on over that very carefully.”

I caught Sweetie Belle rolling her eyes as she pulled a cow patterned onesie over her gypsy costume. I pushed down a laugh as Rarity started tending to me.

At long last I was dressed in a similar gypsy costume which was covered up by a cowgirl outfit. To better hide the other costume, I was given a hat like AJ wears and a long duster coat. The last thing we had to do was fasten metal shoes on our hooves. Rarity handed me my lasso which I attached to my belt under the duster. We were fitted with microphones that attached to the sides of our faces. We were ready.

Sweetie Belle was ridiculously cute in the cow costume. But I dared not say anything. I didn’t want to risk making things weird right before curtain call.

“Five minutes,” called one of the roadies from outside the dressing room.

If I was nervous before, it was nothing to now. The butterflies in my stomach were more like stomach eagles flapping with a four-foot wingspan.

“Our warmup, quickly,” commanded Sweetie Belle. We said a few tongue twisters, sang a scale, and a few verses from Clementine. Strangely this calmed me, as I realized I knew what I was doing.

Rarity poked her head out of the dressing room, talking with the roadies. She came back in and turned to us. “It looks like a full house tonight, girls.”

I was both relieved and terrified. This wasn’t some small show. This was it! “I better go to my seat. Poor Applejack probably thinks I ditched her.” Rarity turned and left the dressing room. She poked her head back inside for a moment. “Break a leg, girls.”

We made our way to the stage entrance and waited just off stage. We could hear the noise coming from the audience from this location. It certainly sounded like a full house. Sweetie Belle was peering through a little window on the wall. “Wow, it’s packed! Oh! And Princess Twilight is here.”

Before I could say much more, TS walked up wearing the ugliest green suit I had ever seen. He eyed our costumes curiously, but said nothing. “I will do a quick intro, and then… the stage is yours.”

One of the roadies nodded to TS. The lights in the house went dark, and the voices died down. A spotlight lit up the center-front of the stage. And TS strode out onto it.

“Fillies and Gentlecolts!” His voice echoed through the building. His stage voice was surprisingly deep. “It is my absolute pleasure to introduce the finest talent in Ponyville!” Cheering and hoof stomping erupted from the audience. “Give it up for the Belle and Bloom duo!” He left the stage back to us as the audience cheered and whooped. “Break a leg,” he muttered.

The music started. It was timed in such a way, it made me think of galloping ponies. Sweetie Belle gave me a nod, and then rush onto stage as the tempo increased. Red light lit the stage, and I chased after her. It was a simple routine. She would dance around, and I would pretend to try and catch her, but she would always evade me.

“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rawhide!”

I sang out, keeping my voice low and twangy.

“Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
“Though the streams are swollen
“Keep them doggies rollin', rawhide!
“Through rain and wind and weather
“Hell bent for leather
“Wishin' my gal was by my side
“All the things I'm missin'
“Good vittles, love and kissin'
“Are waiting at the end of my ride!”

As the music increased in volume our dance changed. Sweetie Belle bucked at me, and I avoided it. Next I bucked at her, and she danced around it. Then we bucked at each other at the same time. Our back hooves collided, making red sparks fly. I was satisfied to hear a few gasps and ‘oohs’ form the audience.

Sweetie Belle lowered her head and charged at me. I did a mock-panic run, flailing my legs every direction. This earned us some laughs. I feigned irritation in my failed attempts to catch her.

I pulled out the lasso from under my coat. Sweetie Belle attempted to run past me, and I’d head her off and attempt to lasso her.

“Move 'em on, head 'em up
“Head 'em up, move 'em on
“Move 'em on, head 'em up, rawhide!
“Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
“Ride 'em in, cut 'em out
“Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, rawhide!”

We repeated out bucking stunt, making more sparks fly out. At this point ponies in the audience were stomping to the rhythm of the song.

“Keep movin', movin', movin'
“Though they're disapprovin'
“Keep them doggies movin', rawhide!
“Don't try to understand 'em
“Just rope 'em, throw, and brand 'em
“Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
“My heart's calculatin'
“My true love will be waitin'
“Be waitin' at the end of my ride!”

I pretended to be exhausted. Stepping slowly, clutching a stitch in my side while trying to stop Sweetie Belle from escaping.

“Move 'em on, head 'em up
“Head 'em up, move 'em on
“Move 'em on, head 'em up, rawhide!
“Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
“Ride 'em in, cut 'em out
“Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, rawhide!”

And then my rope lands around Sweetie Belle. I do an over exaggerated dance of joy that’s off beat from the music. The audience roared with laughter.

“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rollin,’ rollin,’ rollin,’
“Rawhide!
“Rawhide!”

The music faded out, and Sweetie Belle bolts for the exit. I pretend to be getting pulled by her off the stage. The audience roared with laughter and cheered and stomped.

Back stage, we pulled off our costumes quickly. We grinned at each other.

We strode back on stage, taking the two microphones in the center.

“Thank you. Thank you!” Sweetie Belle said. “I’m Belle, and that’s Bloom, and we are the Belle and Bloom Show!

“And wow, what a crowd! I guess word got out that I was famous or something.”

That was my cue. “Sweetie Belle, y’all never said you was famous.”

“Of course I’m famous. Where have you been. Living under a rock?” Sweetie Belle asked in mock outrage.

“Now that don’t make a lick of sense. How can I live under a rock?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Fair enough. But where have you been that you haven’t heard of the famous… well. Me?” Sweetie Belle did a twirl.

“Chasing cattle,” I said solemnly. The audience roared with laughter.

“I, of course, have heard of you. The famous Apple Bloom who tamed the wild frontier!”

“You heard of me?” I shook my head. “Who told you about me.”

“Why, the cows of course.” The audience laughed and cheered at that.

“Ain’t that somethin.’ Cows talking about me. Apple Bloom the frontier conquer! Apple Bloom the—”

“The bad rancher?” Sweetie Belle offered. This earned a laugh and a ‘aw’ from the audience.

“I sure didn’t want to do this to ya. I may not know you were famous, but it turns out I have heard of ya. And I know a secret.”

“You know a secret.” Sweetie Belle made a dismissive gesture and shook her head, mouthing the word ‘no’ to the audience.

“Yep, and I’m gonna spill the beans. Because ponies who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw rocks. Or should I say glass wagons?”

Sweetie Belle gasped loudly. “No! You wouldn’t! How-how could you!”

I shrugged. “Looks like the famous Sweetie Belle has had an interesting upbringing. You might as well tell us the tale of your traveling show.”

The music started. This time it sounded like a carnival. The backdrop and black curtain went up, revealing the wagon. I stepped back and Sweetie Belle took center stage.

“I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
“My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
“Papa would do whatever he could
“Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good

"Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
“We'd hear it from the people of the town
“They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
“But every night all the men would come around
“And lay their money down.”

We did a complicated little jig around the wagon. Sweetie Belle shook her hips as she danced, making the beads on her dress click and clack together.

“Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
“Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
“I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
“Rode with us to Marephis
“And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done

“Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
“We'd hear it from the people of the town
“They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
“But every night all the men would come around
“And lay their money down.”

We repeated our dance. And then we struck our hind hooves together once making more sparks fly out.

“I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
“With his smooth southern style
“Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
“And I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh
“I haven't seen him for a while, uh-huh!”

I quickly switched places with Sweetie Belle for the refrain.

“She was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
“Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
“Grandpa'd do whatever he could
“Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good

The music stopped. The light went down. The audience applauded louder than ever. All of the lights came back up,and we bowed.

“Thank you! That’s our show! Good night Ponyville!” I shouted into the mic.

We left the stage.The roar from the audience was still ringing in my ears. I looked at Sweetie Belle, grinning. She jumped up and hugged me tight.

“You were amazing!”

“So were you.” I hugged her back. She smelled so nice, and I could feel her heart pounding. We broke apart after a few more seconds. “That went so much better than I thought it would have!”

“Right?” said Sweetie, jumpin up and down. “So much cooler than being in a filly band.”

TS walked by, he wore a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Seems to be a crowd pleaser. Nice job, Sweetie Belle,” he said quietly. He ignored me completely.

“I was in it too!” I yelled after him. He stopped as if to say something, but then walked off. “Ugh, don’t come piss on my parade!” I spat.

Sweetie Belle didn’t seem to have heard me though. She busy calling her parents over to us. “Over here! Mom! Dad!”

“That very good, Sweetie Belle!” her dad said, pulling her into a tight hug. “Much better performance than that other thing. Much more my speed,” he continued on.

“Your father is trying to say he’s happy to see his daughter not strutting around on stage in suggestive clothing,” her mother said bluntly. “Apple Bloom, you were good too, dear.”

“Thank you, miss—”

I was cut off as Applejack scooped me up in the tightest embrace ever. It felt like she was trying to smash me like a cider press. “That! That was so good! I loved that Rawhide song ya sang. Haven’t heard it in years!”

“Applejack,” I said, my voice was harsh. “Applejack!” I croaked.

“Oh, heh, sorry there, sugarcube. I’m just so proud of my sister. You filled this place, made us laugh, and sing along! You too, Sweetie. I reckon ya’ll got something special goin’ here.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling my face heating up. “Sis, can ya let me go?”

As soon as Applejack released me from her clutches, I was snatched up by Rarity. I felt like a new toy being passed around for everyone to play with. “Simply divine, darling. Your singing voice really is lovely.”

After I escaped Rarity, I came face to face with Scootaloo who was all smiles. “Don’t worry, I won’t hug you,” she said.

“Phew. I was starting to get worried if I could make it out of this place without being squis—”

“Just kidding!” Scootaloo wrapped her forelegs around me before I even knew what she was doing. She laughed as I groaned. “You were amazing.” She released me quickly. “Where’s Sweetie?”

“Over there being smothered by Rarity,” I gestured, irritatedly.

“Good. I’m going to go smother her next.” Scootaloo skipped off, grabbing hold of Sweetie Belle right as she freed herself from Rarity.

“Ah!” she squeaked. “Scoots!”

“Sorry, just have to hug all the performers. It’s like a tradition or something,” Scootaloo said with a wry smile.

“You never hugged me in my other performances,” Sweetie Belle protested.

“It’s um… it’s a relatively new tradition…” Scootaloo trailed off, and Sweetie Belle laughed and hugged her back.

“Well, I can’t let this new tradition go unobserved,” I said. I approached them. Scootaloo practically passed Sweetie to me. I hugged her tightly.

“Alright. Now can you two please stop handling me?” Sweetie Belle asked annoyed. “I’d like to breathe and stuff.”

I released her, and she took a deep breath. “That’s better.” She looked at me with a wry smile. “You know.. You were a performer too, and to keep with Scoots’ tradition…”

I smiled back. “You wouldn’t want to break the tradition now,” I said with my best mock serious voice.

Sweetie Belle embraced me quickly. “Good job,” she said softly in my ear. I was tempted to hold her close to me, but I knew it would just annoy her. She too was tired of every pony squeezing her; even us for doing it ironically.

Twilight approached us, smiling warmly. “Oh, that was so much fun! I’m usually not too keen on that country style of music, but you mixed it so well, and gave it such energy! You two certainly have come a long way since that first talent show…”

“Oh yeah,” Sweetie Belle blushed in embarrassment; first from the flattery, then from the memory of their disastrous performance from years ago. “I had hoped everypony forgot about that.”

“I certainly didn’t!” Twilight exclaimed in playful delight. “But I’m sure another show like this will help cleanse their palate if you’re really worried. On that note, how would you two like to perform again next week?

We both nodded, grinning eagerly. “A royal request! The highest and most honorable request for a performance a traveling troupe can get!” exclaimed Sweetie Belle.

“And keeping with the tradition of vaudeville, I, Princess Twilight, hereby request another performance by the Belle and Bloom Show next week at the same time.” She spoke aloud as a levitating quill scratched along the surface of a piece of parchment held aloft in front of her.

And with an official written request from Twilight, I was excited for it to be next week already in spite of not having a clue what we were going to sing yet. Twilight liked it, and so did everypony else, then maybe we wouldn't need TS. What did he do besides get us this place? And now that Twilight liked this so much, we could just ask her to book it for us.

After I made it home, did I realize how hungry I truly was. I ate two helpings of dinner, accompanied by a barrage of compliments from Big Mac and Applejack, and then went up to my room. After all of the physical contact with Sweetie Belle, I was more than a little hot and bothered. My hoof traveled down to the usual place. I hoofed myself roughly, grinding it into my slit. It didn’t take long for me to get there. Just one fantasy image of Sweetie on her back with her hind legs wide, her magic holding her fillyhood open, exposing the pink folds inside pushed me over the edge.

If I could get off this quickly, there was no doubt about it: I was in heat. Which meant it wouldn’t take much to get me going, and all of the nice stallions would come out of the woodwork.

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