Tales of the Cutie Mark Crusaders

Tales of the Cutie Mark Crusaders

02 Sweetie Belle’s Literary Interests

By Honey Moon

(One day previously, in Rarity's apartment above The Carousel Boutique)

Sweetie Belle stood safely in the corner and watched her sister pack. “Rarity, I galloped right over after school to help!” she protested.

“I know darling, and you are helping.” Rarity answered as her horn glowed while closing another suitcase. “Moral support is very important while one is choosing just what to take on a trip. Just stay back out of the way, please.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Spike dear, do you have everything?”

“I sure do, Rarity!” The baby dragon called happily from beneath the ten suitcases he was struggling to lift. There was no hint of sarcasm when he continued. “Are you sure you packed enough?”

“I certainly hope so. I shall be away for several days after all.” A small overnight bag levitated and began to fill with toiletries. “This will be enough, I hope. I wish to travel light this time. There have been some complaints from porters at the train station

“Those lazy porters!” Spike muttered. “I could come with you, Rarity.”

“Thank you for offering, Spike, but the castle staff will attend to shipping my belongings home.”

“I could go with you.” Sweetie Belle said hopefully.

“Oh darling, this trip would only bore you.” Rarity smiled. “After the panel discussions and the show itself, I and a few other designers and top models will retire to thrash out the intricacies of next season's fashion trends.” For some reason Rarity's eyes practically glowed. “There will be long evenings in crowded hotel rooms as we, uh, work out every little detail between us. Perhaps I will even entertain as hostess in my suite at the castle.” She went on softly to herself. “The bed is certainly large enough.”

“What was that?' Sweetie Belle asked. “I didn't hear that last part.”

“I will be up way past your bedtime, Sweetie Belle. Young fillies need their rest.”

“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle squeaked indignantly. “Mother and daddy let me stay up one hour after princess Celestia lowers the sun on school nights. Two hours on Friday and Saturday!”

“I shall still be up when Celestia raises it again.” She went to her little sister and affectionately rubbed her neck against Sweetie Belle's. “Maybe next year I will take you. You'll be more grown up by then.”

“That's what you said last year!” She sighed. “I'm grown up now, too! What can I do to prove I'm not just a dumb little filly any more?”

“Is this about your Cutie Mark again?”

“No, uh, yes, um, maybe.”

“Trust me. When you least expect it, your time will come.” Rarity glanced at the clock. “Goodness! Spike, we must hurry if I am to make my train!”

Spike staggered towards the door. “I'm on my way!” he shouted gleefully as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Sweetie darling, be a dear and lock up the shop for me? I really must be off without a second's delay!”

“Yes Rarity.” Sweetie Belle said glumly as she watched her sister depart. “I'll lock up.”

Sweetie Belle sighed as she left Carousel Boutique. As the door swung shut behind her, a hind leg shot out and stopped it just before it closed. There was no way she could let such a golden opportunity slip through her hooves! “I'll lock up, Rarity, in just a couple of minutes.”

It took two and three quarter hours of intensive and careful systematic searching before Sweetie Belle “totally accidentally and unintentionally” stumbled upon what she was desperately searching for. “Thank goodness she didn't take it to Canterlot with her. I'll just be sure to come back to help her unpack.” she said softly as she slipped her find into her saddlebag. “With just a tiny bit of luck, I'll be able to get it back under her mattress before she ever notices it's gone!”

Sweetie Belle had swiped Rarity's diary once before, during the “Gabby Gums” fiasco over a year ago. She, Applebloom and Scootaloo had published excerpts from it as a Gabby Gums exclusive. That story lead to nearly total ruination until they apologized to all of Ponyville with an open letter in the Foal Free Press.

Sweetie Belle had kept it secret from her friends that there was ANOTHER diary in which Rarity recorded stories and events of a much more stimulating nature. Thank goodness Rarity never seemed to suspect that she had seen it too. “I can't wait to get this home!” Sweetie Belle said excitedly as she made sure the boutique door was securely locked behind her.

She ran at a full gallop all the way home. “Mother, do we have any cucumbers?” she asked breathlessly as she entered the kitchen door. “I really need one!”

Her father looked up from his newspaper. “That's what I like to see. Healthy snacking! None of those tooth rotting hay and sugarcane smoothies for my little Sugar Sweetie!”

Sweetie Belle sighed. “Daddy, you promised not to call me that any more!”

“Sugar Sweetie, your little friends aren't here.” He smiled. “I guess you are growing up though, since you're only interested in good healthy snacking.”

“I wasn't going to eat it!” she said sulkily.

“What was that?”

Cookie, as any good mother would, acted fast to divert a conversational disaster. “Hondo dear, didn't you say that Miss Fluttershy will be coming over later? Shouldn't you be out back fishing so she can have something to feed her critters with?”

“Yes indeed. Those darn fish won't catch themselves!” Pausing only long enough to ruffle Sweetie Belle's mane with his hoof, he headed back out to the stream behind their home.

“Sweetie dear, please be a little more considerate of your father's feelings. You know stallions are so easy to shock.” her mother said with a smile as she presented a smallish cucumber to her daughter. “I don't think he ever quite got over walking in on Rarity while she was enjoying a startlingly large zucchini back when she was your age. You know he'll always think of the both of you as his little foals.”

Sweetie Belle couldn't help blushing. “Sorry mother. I'll be more careful from now on.” She blinked. “Did you say a zucchini? WOW!”

“Your sister has always been a bit of a show pony.” Pearl paused and her eyes took on a sort of glow. “It's really a shame. Your father used to love when I called him The Great Zucchini as a pillow name. Mister Five Legs just doesn't have the same zing.”

“Mother, too much information!”

“Oh hush!” Cookie chuckled. “You have two hours before dinner. I'll call you when it’s ready. We're having cucumber salad and some nice fresh hayburgers.” She kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “You have a nice relaxing time. I’ll keep an eye on your father.”

Heading up to her bedroom, Sweetie Belle did her best to ignore the guilt she felt. Mares and fillies were generally quite open and accepting about self stimulation, aside from certain stuck-up ponies like Diamond Tiara! Mom was so kind and understanding, but she would certainly take a dim view to her using Rarity's secret sex diary for inspiration! She would be in HUGE trouble if mom found out she swiped her sister’s personal property again!

It was so nice of mom to act as look-out in case daddy should come back too soon. Sweetie Belle didn’t want to traumatize him the way Rarity must have with that Zucchini! If mom wasn’t keeping watch, she would have to wait until late at night to really let her mane down.

“This is better than my usual research material!” Sweetie Belle whispered excitedly as she closed the door to the bedroom that used to be her sister's. Lately she had been making quite a study of the Play-Filly and Play-Colt magazines she had discovered behind a secret panel deep inside her sister's rather spacious closet. Her big sister had never mentioned them, or asked for their return. The one time Sweetie Belle got up the nerve to mention finding the secret panel; Rarity had put a hoof gently against her mouth to silence her.

“Sweetie dear, the proper education of an inquisitive yet discreet filly can take many forms, do you not agree?”

Sweetie Belle certainly did! Those centerfold pictures were breathtakingly educational! Sweetie Belle simply adored reading and rereading the letters to the editor as well. It was so exciting to learn about ponies doing very intimate things with their special someponies, total strangers, groups of strangers, family members, inanimate objects, and in one thrilling letter, a real live Manticore!

“This is way better!” she breathed as she hopped up onto her bed. “I bet lots of those stories are even fake. I mean really. How could a mare get her head stuck in the bushes long enough for a Manticore to mount her like that? Why would she keep going back to let him do it again and again? I wish I knew where Rosa Crostata lives. I'd just trot right up and ask her if it's true!” She giggled. “Rarity's stories have to be really real though, since she never wants anypony to see them!”

Sweetie Belle lay on her side. She gave a little wriggle and made herself comfortable with the cucumber ready and waiting next to her pillow. She opened the book to a random entry and began to read.

My dearest diary, Applejack and I were really at odds this day. It would seem that being caught out in the thunderstorm the weather Pegasi created had put us both on edge.

I fear that I was quite unkind to her. We both said things we regretted. Thankfully Twilight's filly like interest in her impromptu slumber party eventually helped us clear the air, as well as clearing the large tree branch out of Twilight's bedroom.

Side note Diary. I simply must do something about Twilight’s boudoir. You would think a pony born in Canterlot, who even had rooms in the castle, would display a little more refinement. Why, her boudoir looks as if it belongs to a LIBRARIAN!

I will work on that later. It was so darling to see her simple joy at the idea of her first slumber party. The poor thing must have had a lonely fillyhood. She never talks about it though, so I just am thankful our little gathering was so enjoyable for her.

I must admit diary, it was Applejack who made the first move toward healing our rift. She was the bigger pony, and helped me see that compromise was indeed what was needed to clean up the mess our arguing inadvertently created.

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Where's the good stuff? Rarity already told me about how she and Applejack became much closer friends after Twilight's slumber party. Did Rarity go and seduce Big Macintosh the next day?” The thought of Applebloom’s handsome big brother sent a delightful shiver throughout her body. She read on, and was quite surprised at how off her guess was!

Diary, when we finally went back to bed in a much kinder frame of mind, I ended up lying awake for some time. In the dimness of the bedroom, I listened to the breathing of my two friends when I felt the bed shift.

“Rarity, you awake?”

“Yes Applejack.”

“I just wanted ta say I'll try to be more respectful of your fussy ways.”

“Indeed.” I said softly.

“That came out a mite wrong, there.” She paused. “How about refined ways?”

I couldn't help a giggle. “I promise to respect your simple country ways too, dear.”

She rolled over and faced me, extending a hoof. “I'll hoof bump to that.” She paused. “I really did wash 'em good, ya know.”

I thumped a hoof against hers. “I know darling. I fear I was just a touch unreasonable.”

“Ah, let's just ferget all a that. Gettin' yer hooves dirty is an every day thing at Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Well, a good mud pack is very beneficial.” I told her. “Your hooves look very healthy. I simply must drag you down to the spa for a hooficure so we can put those lovely hooves in their best light.”

“Nah, I don't go in for all that highfalutin frou-frou stuff.”

“Darling, you looked simply gorgeous wearing that princess gown you found in Twilight's closet. I wonder if she harbors a secret desire to be a princess. It is such a shame she was not born as an Alicorn. No matter. I just adored seeing you in it.”

Applejack giggled. “Well Rarity, you kinda turned me on with how you looked with yer mane all drippin' wet.” The poor thing gasped. “Uh, sorry Rarity, can, can ya just pretend I didn't say nothin' 'bout that?”

Her eyes were opened wide in the moonlight. I could feel her trembling through the mattress. The poor thing was scared! Did she think in these modern pony times, I would take offense at such a complement? “Applejack that was a lovely thing to say, especially when I was feeling sure I looked a fright.”

“I, I best be headin' home now.” Applejack said softly as she started to get out of bed. “I, um, I'm real busy down at the farm. I probably won't see much of ya for a while.”

I put a hoof on her shoulder. “Applejack, would you like to talk?”

“Nah, I better be a headin’ home.”

I made my decision, diary, without a second of hesitation. “Applejack, would you like to kiss me?”

“Wha-what did ya say?” The poor thing gasped.

“Darling, have I ever told you how much I admire your legs?” I brushed a hoof against one of her hind legs. She nearly jumped from between the sheets, but I took delight in her soft little whinny. “All of your good honest outdoor work has granted you quite a lovely figure and beautiful coat, my dear.” I paused. “Applejack, are you going to make me beg? Kiss me, you foal!”

Sweetie Belle nearly dropped the diary. “This is the most exciting thing I ever read!” Much to her surprise, a vision of Applebloom filled her fevered imagination. “No, don’t think that! Applebloom is not Applejack! Applebloom wouldn’t be interested in kissing me, um, another filly.”

Sweetie Belle sort of casually raised a hind leg. She rubbed a front hoof against her vagina. She was soaked! Sweetie Belle had to suppress a giggle. For some reason Applebloom insisted vagina was a dirty word, and would only refer to the center of her marehood as her “Hoo-ha”. For a farm filly, she was quite naïve.

Scootaloo was no better. After a fit of giggles the first time she heard Applebloom say it, Scootaloo had adopted the word as her own. Well, all fillies couldn’t be as sophisticated and worldly as she and Rarity! It was funny though when Scootaloo said “How’s your hoo-ha hangin’?” to Diamond Tiara and the prissy pony had no idea what she was talking about! She turned her attention back to the book.

Dearest Diary, I shall never forget the look of hopeful delight on Applejack’s face. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a soft little winsome whinny came out. She gulped, and then the dear thing leaned closer. I think she meant to only give me a quick peck, but once our lips met, I took the lead. I let my tongue ease past her lips and swiped it across her teeth. Applejack whimpered ever so softly, but allowed me to enter fully. When my tongue met hers, I was delighted to taste just a hint of apples in the sweet warmth of her mouth.

Sweetie Belle moaned “I wish I could have seen that.” She muttered, before her magic turned the page. She COULD see it, practically! Everypony knew Rarity had quite an artistic flare when it came to designing fashions. Few ponies suspected that this talent also extended to being a gifted portraitist.

Sweetie Belle stared at a wonderful almost photographically perfect picture of her sister kissing Applejack, while they snuggled together under the covers. In the background you could see Twilight sleeping peacefully in another bed, completely unaware of what was going on in her bedroom.

The filly had to giggle though. “Rarity is so Rarity, even in her art.” The image of her sister had not a single hair of her mane out of place, even though Applejack’s was flowing naturally and free over the pillows. It was such a nice touch that Rarity placed Applejack’s ever present hat in the background. It was balanced at a jaunty angle atop Twilight’s telescope.

Sweetie Belle continued to read. Diary, it was exquisite! When we finally parted, Applejack sighed. “Rarity, you taste nice.” She said with a little smile. “That was ma first kiss, and I reckon it was worth waitin’ for.” She paused. “Um, Rarity, could we uh, do it again?”

“Of course we can, my dearest Applejack!” We kissed again, and this time I was delighted by her taking the initiative.

I tell you diary, Applejack is a pure delight to kiss. Mare or stallion, I have never met somepony with such a long tongue. I dared to think of just how far Applejack would be willing to go with me. “Darling, are you sure you have never kissed another?” I asked softly when we again parted. “You were wonderful!”

Her eyes gleamed in the moonlight. “Thank ya kindly, Rarity. You were wonderful too.” She sighed somewhat sadly. “Now I know it fer sure. I’m a filly-fooler. I guess I better be thinkin’ of movin’ on before folks find out.”

“Applejack, such talk is utter nonsense.” I said sharply. Glancing at Twilight’s slumbering form, I continued in a softer voice. “Do you think this is the first time I have shared a bed with a mare? This isn’t some dark age in olden pony times. This is modern Equestria!” I may have come on a bit strong, so I did what I thought I must. I captured Applejack’s sweet lips again, and most aggressively kissed her!

I may have gone a bit too fare. “Rarity, you, you bedded down with other mares?” Applejack asked softly when I let her come up for air.

“Oh my dear, I shouldn’t have said that.” I stroked a hoof through her mane. “I had no intention of spoiling your first kiss.”

Applejack was silent for a moment. I feared I had undone any possible good I had given her, until she moved slightly in the bed. “Rarity, could we, um, maybe, just so I can see?” Diary, Applejack timidly slipped a hind leg between mine!

“Darling, of course you may see.” I couldn’t help giggling. “Although I think you may enjoy feeling even more!”

Applejack was still a bit unsure, so I helped her position her body. Hind limbs entwined, I sighed happily as our most tender selves made contact.

She trembled in my embrace. “Our, our hoo-ha’s are a touchin’!” she exclaimed in pure delight.

Sweetie Belle could not help giggling as she read. “So that’s where Applebloom picked it up! I wonder if “hoo-ha” is an Apple family thing.” She thought of Big Mac saying hoo-ha, and suddenly it wasn’t funny. Body trembling a little, she returned to the book.

“Darling, we must keep quiet!” I hissed. “Twilight may not understand if she should awaken.”

“I thought you said this was modern Equestria?” Applejack asked quietly.

“It is, but Twilight is an innocent. Have you not noticed her pure delight in something as childish as a sleepover? I fear she may not be emotionally old enough for more adult forms of pleasure. Give her time. I’m sure she will discover stallions before long.”

“Maybe she’ll discover mares.” Applejack said with just a touch of longing in her voice.

“My dear Applejack, do I detect some interest in our slumbering hostess?”

“What, no, I, I was just sayin’!”

I laughed, and wriggled against her. “Applejack, have no fear. Twilight is lovely. I, for one, would love spending a little quality time with her, if I thought such things interested her as yet.”

“I reckon you really do play the field.” she said softly.

“Does that thought bother you?” I sighed. “My dear Applejack, there is nothing wrong with a mare enjoying her marehood. True, I have been with many ponies, but that should not let you think for even one moment that being with you right now isn’t very special to me!”

“It isn’t that!” Applejack protested. “I, um, I mean that, uh, it’s okay to like a lot of ponies!” She sounded genuinely embarrassed. “Have ya ever noticed how pretty your momma is?” She froze. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry Rarity! I shouldn’t a said somethin’ like that! I meant in the down home, pony next door kinda way!”

“Darling, that is quite alright.” I couldn’t help grinning. “Mother may not share my sense of fashion, but she is lovely in all other respects. Why, if she wasn’t my mother, I would most certainly be interested in Cookie Crumbles!”

Looking up from her sister’s book, Sweetie Belle gasped. “I, I guess I’m not alone. I wonder if Rarity ever had weird dreams about kissing mom too. Maybe I’ll read something about that later.” She tried to banish thoughts of mom from her mind and returned to the diary.

“I like Mrs. Cake, too.” Applejack suddenly blurted out. “Oh, and I really like Princess Celestia. My, but she’s a big’un! I could stare at her flanks all day long!” The poor thing gasped, “I shouldn’t a gone and said somethin’ so wicked about the princess!”

I felt I could not let Applejack to be the only one to express such taboo interests in our sublime ruler. “Darling, I have often fantasized about someday somehow kissing Celestia’s royal hooves. I don’t have a hoof fetish, well, not much of one, but those golden slippers she wears are gorgeous! I would simply die if I could ever manage that!”

Applejack giggled like a filly and seemed to grow a little bolder. “Have you ever stared up between Princess Celestia’s hind legs when she raises the sun during the Summer Sun Celebration?”

“Darling, what pony hasn’t? I dare not, but often contemplate bringing my opera glasses for a much closer peek!” I held her tighter. “Now hush, you have me burning with need! Let us forget Sun Butt for the time being, and enjoy each other’s company!”

“Sun Butt?” Applejack gasped at my little blaspheme but did not pull away. Instead, she kissed me again quite eagerly.

Diary, we began to move together. It was marvelous! Her warm dampness against mine was such a thrill. Twilight sleeping on the other side of the room seemed to add a delightful spice. It added a bit of fear as well. Her guest bed had a rather pronounced squeak!

The rhythmic protesting of bedsprings nearly drowned out the delightful sounds of Applejack’s panting as we ground our marehoods together. It was all I could do to keep from crying out! “Darling, we must stop!” I managed to whisper, instead of screaming at her to ride harder. “We, we must remain silent!”

“I, I was!” Applejack panted. “This dang fool bed won’t shut up its creakin’!”

It wasn’t just the bed I was thinking of. Diary, I have a slight tendency to become a bit vocal during lovemaking. There was one way to prevent this. “Just hold still for Celestia’s sake!” I demanded, before wriggling completely under the covers.

The bed announced my every motion with a squeak, so I had to move with slow deliberate care. It felt like it took hours before I squirmed and twisted until I managed to turn myself around. Then it was only a matter of putting my face between Applejack’s strong beautiful hind legs. I wished the covers did not block all light, but there would be time later to enjoy the sight of Applejack’s vagina. My mouth simply watered as I scented her glorious marehood. I put my lips against her labia, and tasted pure ambrosia!

Applejack let out a squeal I worried would awake Twilight. “Rarity, that, that’s.” She never finished. I felt her move, and then was aware of a timid tongue gently touching me!

I let my tongue enter her tunnel, and hoped Applejack would follow my lead. She did! Oh Diary, her tongue is so delightfully long and supple! She was a quick study too. I did my best to give her pleasure, and Applejack did a remarkable job in mirroring the technique it took me years of practice to perfect. Applejack is a natural born “Filly-Grazer”!

Diary, it was thrilling! Sixty-nine always was my favorite number! Applejack was so wet. I eagerly swallowed the fluid I gathered on my tongue, and darted back in for more. I felt her swollen clitoris and attacked the precious pearl with my tongue. Applejack let out a whinny and the dear thing returned the favor!

All too soon we were squirming and shaking, humping at each other’s faces as we reached orgasmic bliss together.

Diary dear, the next morning it was so difficult to pretend nothing had happened, but Applejack and I pulled it off admirably. I can tell you this, diary; I shall surely be spending much more time with my darling Applejack. I simply must ease her along until she is comfortable with her sexuality, and ready to come out of the barn!

Sweetie Belle was trembling on the bed when she closed the diary. “Oh wow!” She squeaked. “Oh my goodness!” She wriggled as she made herself more comfortable. “I need to read more!” She gingerly put a front hoof between her hind legs again, and shuddered as she felt how soaked she was. “I really need to read more!”

She flipped pages in the book, sparks flying from her horn. “Let's see something earlier! I want to see what else Rarity has done!” Sweetie Belle whispered as she opened the book and began to read again.

Diary dearest, I could not fathom the sheer effrontery! While using the “necessary” outside of the Canterlot train station, I noticed a hole in the distastefully dingy wall. A stunning blue eye was peering through from the stallion side, intently watching as my golden stream flowed downward into the slot in the floor.

“Sir, you are a cad!” I shouted, but not too loudly. I had no wish to draw attention to my humiliation. The eye kept right on watching. I couldn't even lower my tail for fear of anointing it. “How dare you watch a lady relieve herself!”

He did not answer, but the eye pulled away. A single golden bit slipped through the hole to jingle as it struck the floor. “How dare you!” I hissed. I levitated the coin and shot it right back through the hole. I heard a grunt as it struck him in the eye.

“It serves you right!” I said smugly.

That was when the unexpected happened. In through the hole slipped a simply huge prod! I was stunned! “What, what is this!” I gasped as I stared at a penis that seemed to be carved from flawless ebony. “You remove that this instant, or I shall scream for the palace guard!”

The organ remained. Oh diary, I simply could not tear my eyes away! I was shocked, but I had not seen such a fine specimen of pony masculinity in simply ages! The proudly engorged organ displayed that slight downward curve that suits my body right down to my hooves! I could not stop myself from thinking it would hit “my spot” with delightful precision.

My business finished, I could not help myself. I turned and gave his member scrutiny equal to that he had given to my relieving of myself. As I stared in near awe, I could count the beats of his heart with each little twitch.

Diary, I know not why, but I was drawn to this stranger's penis. No, I shall not lie to you, diary. I blame the pressure of preparing for the grand opening of my boutique. For weeks I have been far too busy to seek the company of mare or stallion. To be frank, I was in a state.

Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and read the last sentence over. After reading about her sister and Applejack, she was now going to get to read about Rarity and a stallion! “Rarity really does trot both sides of the paddock! That is so sophisticated!” Sweetie Belle noticed that the room felt rather warm.

“Oh, I need it soon!” Sweetie Belle whimpered. Twilight Time sure was paying off! With a few sparks, her horn began to glow. She grasped the cucumber with her magic and slowly brought it to her vagina. Managing the difficult magical maneuver of multitasking, Sweetie Belle lifted up the book and turned the page as she set the rounded end of the cucumber against her damp little opening. She held it there at the ready as she continued to read.

Diary, I was thinking dangerous thoughts, yet tried to the last to remain a lady. “Sir, you are an uncouth animal!” I muttered before my resolved wavered and I gave the broad blunt end a tiny little sniff. The scent was decidedly male, but the scent of a male who knew the importance of proper personal hygiene. He should thank his lucky stars for that as the clean musky aroma of a stimulated male sent delightful shivers up and down my spine. “How dare you presume to display yourself to me, a total stranger!” I exclaimed before extending my tongue to give him a soft gentle lick.

I heard him whinny and snort through the thin wall. I licked again, dragging the tip of my tongue roughly over his dilated meatus. He snorted and gave a little twitch. I savored the flavor of his arousal as warm viscous fluid oozed out onto my questing tongue.

Sweetie Belle inhaled sharply. “Oh wow, Rarity tasted some stranger’s penis! She lapped up his juice! What’s a meatus though? Is that fancy for pee hole?” Without a second’s thought, she caused the cucumber t drift towards her face. Pretending she was Rarity in a nasty stall, she licked her own essence from the vegetable. This was far from the first time.

“Oh, I wonder if Button, um, I mean colts taste as good?” Sweetie Belle whispered while returning the cucumber to her vagina. Her magic caused it to swipe up and down against her tender labia before once again taking its place right at her opening.

She turned the page, and stared for quite some time at an exquisite self portrait of Rarity daintily licking the broad flat head of a huge penis sticking out of a hole in a wall. “I wonder if Rarity’s train pulled into Canterlot station yet. She might be in that stall again right now!” With a sigh, she returned to her reading.

Diary, I was in a quandary. Dare I risk it? I dread the thought of that wide head becoming lodged behind my teeth, but I simply had to try! I opened my mouth to its fullest, and accepted him between my lips.

The wall shook as he attempted to thrust deeper, but I was safe. How much or how little I took was under my complete control, and I liked that! I sealed my lips around his warm hardness, and gave him a friendly little suck. Still more of his lubrication spurted onto my tongue.

I hunched down uncomfortably, so as to free my front hooves. I stroked that magnificent staff as I sucked for all I was worth. Diary, I could not help admiring how the perfection of my fabulous white coat contrasted with his wonderful ebony hardness. I smoothly ran the sides of my hooves up and down that massive shaft, as I let my tongue dance against the sensitive underside of his throbbing member.

I sucked, and sucked some more as I played his staff like a fine orchestral instrument. It may have lacked artistic appeal, but his panting and whinnying was as if music to my ears!

He finally spoke as his breathing grew heavy. “Wait! S-Slow down!” he grunted, but I did not.

I must say, I have quite the touch when it comes to giving hoof jobs. Combine that with my superb skills at fellatio, and no stallion can hold out against me! “Too soon!” he cried helplessly as my mouth began to fill with his ejaculate.

I could not release him, or I would risk soiling my face or possibly ruining the set of my mane! I had no choice but to keep my lips sealed around that powerfully erupting staff as I desperately consumed every thick rich creamy spurt that blasted across my rapidly wiggling tongue. I swallowed it all and didn’t waste a single droplet. Diary, it was simply exquisite!

Sweetie Belle couldn’t help moaning deep in her throat. “She drank it! Rarity put a stranger’s penis in her mouth, and drank all of his stuff! That’s fantastic!” Without even thinking, the glow of her horn intensified. The cucumber gave a slight wiggle, and then slowly began pushing into her body.

The first time she had “used” a cucumber; there had been some pain involved. Sweetie Belle expected that. It was the reason why she decided to do it. She wanted her first time with a colt to bring nothing but pleasure. Still, she hadn’t expected to bleed that much. Mom had eased her fears and took her right to the doctor. Everything was just fine, and Sweetie Belle had enjoyed mom taking her out to dinner afterward. She felt so grown up when mom had calmly discussed what it meant to be a mare with her over dessert.

This time, she felt nothing but the thrill of something hard stretching her lips and pushing inside. If only it could be a real live colt penis! She knew the danger though, and would just have to wait until this first heat was over. If Button Mash played his cards right, he would get quite a surprise next time he begged her to go out with him. Sweetie Belle couldn’t help grinning. “I’ll teach him what “joystick” really means!”

That was for the future though. Sweetie Belle needed to sate herself today! The cucumber began to slide in and out of her. She honestly wished Scootaloo and Applebloom could know what this felt like. They would have to hold their cucumbers with their hooves. They couldn’t utilize its entire length. Unicorns that mastered levitation magic had no such limitations. The vegetable actually disappeared as it completely entered her panting body. She slid it in all the way until it gently bumped her cervix deep inside.

Knowing that the princess would never approve of this application of her lessons, Sweetie Belle concentrated like Twilight had taught her. She sort of put the levitation spell on automatic. The cucumber pushed in and out of her in a steady pace, with just the right amount of shimmy as it passed over that super special place deep inside. Sweetie Belle had learned from her magazine studies that it was called the “G” spot, and was quite proud to have discovered it within her! Panting in time to the cucumber’s thrusts, she turned yet another page.

Diary, when his eruption finally finished, I felt a burst of irrational hostility toward him. I knew I was in the wrong, but could not contain myself! He had climaxed, but what about moi? Did he not care about my needs? “Don't you go flaccid, you animal!” I cried angrily. “I have not finished with you!”

“Jeeze lady, be quiet!” he gasped as he attempted to pull his wonderful penis out of the hole.

I grabbed with both hooves. “Do not even think of leaving me like this!” I hissed, need burning bright within me. “Now it is MY turn!”

Diary, I knew he must have been uncomfortable standing on his hind legs, while leaning with his body up against the wall. I did not care. I was wonton. No, I was crude! I turned around and backed my rump right up against that filthy wall! “Put it in!” I demanded as my hind legs straddled that glorious weapon.

“But-but, I can't put a foal in you!”

“Can you not scent I am between my seasons?” I cried in pure unadulterated frustration. “I am safe today! Put it in me at once, Celestia damn you!”

“Just keep it quiet lady!”

Diary, I may be developing a bit of a problem. Several partners have commented on my tendency to, well, become rather vocal when I am aroused to such a fever pitch. I fear I become quite the bitch. “Do not tell me to keep quiet, you fucking bastard!” I could not stop myself from shouting.

I lowered my hindquarters, tightly wedging his shaft against the bottom curve of the hole it protruded from. He gasped fearfully. “You do not leave a lady waiting! Finish what you started or I shall hold you here and scream for the palace guard!”

“Yes ma'am!” he whispered, a note of fear in his voice. “Please just keep it down!”

“You just keep it up!” I snapped needlessly as I released him. His hardness throbbed as it lay across my vagina and quivered against my belly. “Put that damned beast in me this instant!”

“Lady, be quiet!” he begged as his shaft moved a little under me. “I, I can't get it in! The hole isn't letting me move right! If I move too much, I might fall over!”

“Must I do everything?” I said in exasperation. I grasped his hardness with my magic as I moved forward.

“What are you doing? Is that magic? Don't squeeze me so hard!” The surprise in his voice informed me that he was either an Earth pony or a Pegasi. A unicorn stallion would have had plenty of experience using magic to manipulate his penis to climax.

“Just relax, you big foal!” I taunted as I seated the head against my soaked opening. I groaned in relief as I once again backed up to the dirty wall. It was delicious feeling him slowing sink into me.

Sweetie Belle turned the page and had to gulp. The illustration Rarity had drawn of herself backing onto the huge penis was so exhilarating to see! She had nearly drooled onto the page! It may have just been artistic ego, but Sweetie Belle was completely enthralled by the beautiful expression on her sister’s face! “It must have felt so good!” she moaned as the cucumber increased its tempo while she continued to read.

Dearest diary, I could picture him prone against the wall and helpless. His front legs would be spread, hooves braced in the corners as tried to keep upright. His hind legs would undoubtedly be trembling as they supported his entire weight for far longer than he was used to. It was so empowering to know I was completely in control of him! I knew his awkward position would hold him back though, so I took things in hoof on my own. Risking marring my rump against the filth of it, I began to bounce myself against the wall.

“Oh yes!” I cried, as I impaled myself on that lovely shaft. “This is what I have missed!”

It was quite heady being in such complete control. My unseen partner was in no position to do more than just go along for the ride. It was so exhilarating! There are so many fine males out there, but one heard stories. Stallions often used a mare in heat, and tossed her aside when his needs were fulfilled. The horseshoe was on the other hoof now! I was not in heat, but I intended to use him!

“Give it to me!” I cried as I threw myself into using that glorious prod. “Give me what I need!”

“Lady, please!” He begged huskily. “My, my wife is out there somewhere! Please be quiet! Somepony might investigate! She could find out what I'm doing!”

My heart was pounding. My mane flew about my face. I would surely need to attend to it, but for the moment I would not let myself worry. “You two timing bastard!” I shouted. “How dare you mention another mare while joined with the likes of me!”

“I should go!” he whimpered, but made no move to withdraw his rock hard organ from my body. “I, I made a mistake! I, I better go find my wife!”

A proper lady does not mention such things, but there are exercises one can do to, shall we say, keep tight. I knew there was no way my unseen lover would leave me prematurely as my sheath gripped him! Still, I felt the undying need to express my dominance.

“Your mistake would be leaving me before I get what I want!” I cried. “Would you wander the station with that fierce weapon exposed for all to see? What would your wife say if she saw my juices glistening on it?”

He groaned in response. “Please stop yelling!” I swear, dearest diary, I felt him grow larger within me!

I glanced upward, and could see the station clock through the quaint crescent moon cut in the crude wooden door. My train! I couldn't miss it! I fear the wooden structure hiding the necessary from view was shaking quite a bit as I slammed my rump against the wall like some wild street-corner “business” mare in the red light district of Fillydelphia!

I was so close! I couldn't help snorting as I breathed great gulps of air. By now my mane was a helpless tangle, and my lovely coat was quite matted with perspiration. I did not care one wit! “You started this, you twice damned animal! Now finish it by shooting your fucking wad in me this instant!”

He whinnied fearfully, but his body obeyed! Oh Diary, I simply exploded! He had climaxed at my command! Thank Celestia I was not in season! I sailed from one orgasmic peak to another just knowing this stranger was ejaculating his hot virile seed within me with no danger of saddling me with a foal!

Sweetie Belle let out a squeak and the book almost dropped from her magical grasp. She threw her head back and cried out as she was blissfully consumed by the force of her climax. The powerful orgasm rippled through her body; while visions of Rarity having anonymous sex with a total stranger burned brightly in her fevered mind.

When the convulsive shudders finally subsided, Sweetie Belle let the cucumber slip from her body. She giggled softly at the wet squelching sound it made, and then lifted it to her face and carefully licked it clean. “That was a good one.” She said happily as she bit off the end of the cucumber with a loud crunch. She gave a contented sigh and happily ate her vegetable lover while reading the last of her sister’s entry.

Diary, time was of the essence. I felt weak in all four legs as I slipped off of him. “Goodness!” I exclaimed at the nasty sound produced as his thickness exited my body. “Please let me have one.” I muttered as I hastily opened my saddle bag and explored the contents. “Oh, thank Celestia!” I sighed as I located one stray tampon. My magic grabbed it, stripped the wrapper, and quickly slipped it up into my body to prevent his gift from oozing out and making a spectacle of me.

I did the best I could with my mane, and hoped that the warm sunny summer day would account for the unkempt condition of my coat. “Thank you, darling.” I said cheerfully as I unlatched the door.

“Lady, don't go!” he whimpered. “I, um, it won't go down. I can't leave like this! Please, can you suck it again or something?”

“Sorry, but I have no time to spare.” I couldn't help grinning. “Perhaps I could find your wife for you.”

“Don't joke like that!” he nearly screamed. His magnificent cock bobbled up and down, pearly white fluid still slowly oozing free. “Please, just another hoof job? I'll pay! I'll give you twenty bits! I'll give you fifty bits! No, make it a hundred!”

“Sir, I gift my favors when I please, where I please, and to whom I please. How dare you imply that I would SELL my body for a paltry few coins!”

I threw open the door, and nearly hit a lovely Earth pony mare. Her coat was a very attractive gold, but her mane? Gracious, who could go through life with a GREEN mane? “It's about time!” she snapped. “Everypony could hear what you were up to, you shameless harlot!”

I laughed. “No need to be jealous.” I tossed my mane in the general direction of the necessity stall. “I shall leave the rest up to you.”

She looked in at where my erstwhile partner was still protruding from the hole. “That's disgusting!” she announced, while taking a step closer.

“I wouldn't say that, darling. I found it most satisfying indeed.”

She took another step, obviously pondering the majesty of that still wet glistening ebony treasure. “You took a stranger's penis into you?” she said with feigned disdain. Her wide open eyes and the hint of drool on her lip told a different story. “How could you do something so deviant?”

“I am an adult mare Unicorn between her seasons. What I do behind closed, well, outhouse doors, is my own personal business!” I gave her a smile to take away any sting. “I will say this, he was simply magnificent! I have been under a lot of stress lately, and the delightful climax he gave me put my body right at ease.”

“My, my husband and I, um, we haven't, um, not for ages.” She gave me a little bashful smile. “He may have lost interest in sex, but I still have needs!”

“Of course you do, darling!” I nudged her closer to the magnificent shaft. “Go on, you deserve some quality time.” I gave her a little sniff. The poor thing was not just aroused. She was most definitely in season as well. “You had best let him spend outside though, or your inattentive husband will surely suspect something as your belly swells.”

“You're right. This is not a good day for me. Maybe, um, I'll just, uh, finish him with my mouth. My husband used to like that, before he...” She suddenly gasped in recognition as she stared at the formidable weapon protruding from the hole. “I haven't seen it in so long! Honey, is that you?”

“Sweet Celestia, I can explain!” my lover cried in sheer panic. “Darling, you gotta help me first though! It, it won't go down! I think it's making up for lost time! I'm so hard it hurts! I need to shoot again! Please? Could, could you suck it, like old times?” He moaned. “I, I don't think it will take long.”

Uh-oh! Diary, I nearly broke into a gallop but remained still when a simply beautiful smile adorned her face. “You cured his erectile dysfunction! How can I ever thank you? I haven't been laid in nearly two years, and I went into heat just this morning! Lately I've been hearing my clock ticking!”

I smiled in return. “Believe me, my dear. It was my pleasure.” I glanced at the station clock. “I must be off. Now go and enjoy your husband’s delightful tumescence!”

The stallion moaned fearfully from the other stall. “Please honey; just suck me a little bit! I need to cum again or it might never go down!”

She giggled gleefully. “Suck it nothing! This is my chance! Honey, now about that family you said you didn't want? I'm going to ride you until one of us passes out!” With that, she slipped into the stall and slammed the door shut.

Sweetie Belle reverently closed the book. “Rarity is such a wonderful author! I wish I could tell her how good her stories are!” she giggled. “They’re useful, too!”

The filly felt a little wobbly in all four legs as she climbed out of bed. She hurried into the bathroom for a quick wash-up before dinner. She was a bit self-conscious about how whiff she became after a really good masturbation session. It was bad enough that daddy would know she was still in season. Sweetie Belle had no wish to upset him with the knowledge that his little foal considered herself to be a mare, and did things a mare would do!

Feeling poised, relaxed, and quite contented, Sweetie Belle enjoyed dinner with her mother and father. That changed right after dessert. “I have to stay home?” she asked, trying very hard not to whine. “Daddy, that’s not fair!”

Hondo looked uncomfortable. It may be his daughter, but he was he was a stallion. Father or not, he was fully aware that Sweetie Belle was in the midst of her first season. “Sugar Sweetie, it’s for your own good! I will not have colts sniffing around my little foal!”

“Mother!” Sweetie Belle protested. “I had plans to meet up with Applebloom and Scootaloo in our clubhouse tomorrow! It’ll be fillies only!”

“You know your father. He’s put his hoof down.” Cookie smiled. “I’m sure your little friends can get along without you for just one day.” Her horn glowed as she cleared the table. She leaned close to her daughter as Hondo opened his newspaper to the sports section. “Let it drop, honey.” She whispered. “I’ll talk to him tonight.”

Sweetie Belle managed a small smile. “Mom, you’re the best!”

Shortly before princess Celestia lowered the sun, Applebloom stopped by for a little visit. The friends sat on the front porch. “It’s durance vile, I tell you!” Sweetie Belle proclaimed, but not loud enough for her father to hear.

“A vial a what now?” Applebloom asked, clearly puzzled.

“I’m under house arrest, just because I’m a mare now!”

Grinning wickedly, Applebloom nudged her friend with a gentle hoof. “Did your poppa find out that Button Mash accidental like showed us his penis?”

Sweetie Belle hastily shoved a hoof in Applebloom’s mouth. “Don’t ever say that out loud! Daddy would lock me in my room forever if he found out a colt displayed because I was in heat!”

“We were in heat.” Applebloom gently reminded. “He was displayin’ for both of us, I reckon!”

Sweetie Belle sighed. “You’re right, Applebloom. We’re two glamorous fillies on the very brink of marehood!” She laughed when she realized she had inadvertently sounded just like her big sister. “Too bad Scootaloo didn’t go into her first season at the same time.”

“Have you noticed that Scoot seems to have gotten just a mite taller lately?” Applebloom said with a smile. “I’m powerful happy for her!”

Sweetie Belle smiled. “She’s been really practicing hard with her scooter, and making sure to eat right too.” As with Applebloom, Sweetie Belle tactfully steered clear of mentioning their friend’s undersized wings and inability to fly. “I think she’s trying to impress Rainbow Dash again with what a great athlete she is.”

“There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.” Applebloom said with a smile. “Scoot really looks up to her.” The sun started to rapidly drop from the sky as Princess Celestia lowered it. “Oops, I best be getting’ along home now.”

Sighing, Sweetie Belle walked Applebloom to the path. “I’ll do my best to talk daddy into letting me join you guys for lunch tomorrow! I’m almost positive that between me and mom, I can get paroled!”

“You just tell ‘im that I’ll buck any pesky colts right inta next Tuesday if they mess with us!”

Sweetie Belle laughed. “Would you really do that?”

Applebloom thought a moment. “Nah, I’d like to see a couple more colts display, just for comparison purposes, ya understand. Just don’t tell ma sister I said that! I plan on waitin’ quite a bit before I start messin’ with the fellas.” She trotted off. “See ya tomorrow, I hope!”

“I’ll be there, one way or another!”

Later that night, a lone light showed in Sweetie Belle’s window. She just couldn’t get enough of Rarity’s exciting adventures! It was astounding how many ponies she was on VERY friendly terms with. Well, Rarity did represent the Element of Generosity, after all! The light finally went out just a scant few hours before Luna lowered the moon and Celestia raised the sun on a brand new day.