An evening with Sweetie - by Rhurrs

It was a quite quiet evening in the boutique for once, well for once when Sweetie Belle was over to visit. If the younger mare wasn't trying out a new song for her older sister for approval, she was still retaining her rather hyperactive side, happily bouncing about and more often than not trying to help Rarity and ending up getting in the way. But at least Rarity would admit, she took to cooking a bit better with lessons and didn't liquify, then burn the toast.

The sounds of the outside night were the most noteworthy things that could be heard, a few crickets and the occasional creak of the furnishings as the heat of the day wore off. Then suddenly there was another sound that added itself to the gentile night sounds. Something that sounded much like a very quiet little whimper. At first it was just the one sound, but after a few seconds, there was another and another, almost a muffled cooing like someone was trying their best to keep quiet.

The noises continued, but still in their muffled state, the source of them seeming to be up the stairs and down the hall. It wasn't Rarity's room at all that they were coming from, though that would have likely been the most reasonable assumption. No, they were coming all the way from down the hall, through, or more accurately, under the closed guest room door.

Inside, the reason for the noise was rather clear, even a peep through the keyhole would have told the whole tale. The little songstress was completely in the nude, one hand playing with her pert breasts and the other one teasing at what was already an incredible length of dusky equine meat. "Mnnnf... Oh..." She was doing her best to keep herself quiet, each time that she whined out her pleasure, Sweetie fought back the tendency of her excited tone to squeak.

"Ah... Nf..." Her slender little fingers danced up and down her length at an increasing pace as it rapidly grew under her affections, her young heart pounding as she watched herself becoming increasingly more erect. In more ways than one, Sweetie Belle was much like her elder sister it would seem, the coloring, the affinity for having a lovely singing voice and just as notably, for being exceptionally well endowed between the legs.

"Oooh... I... I suppose..." For the young mare it seemed like a very good idea as she looked at her swollen cock, the head of it throbbing more than eye level. Her mouth opened up and soft lips pressed into the flare, sucking gently against it, letting it drool into her mouth and around against her lips, bits of the slick precum welling up quickly to drizzle down over the dark tip and glisten in the dimmed light. "Oh..." Sweetie also shared the affinity her elder sister had for a lovely, if muted flavor it seemed if the way that her tongue was greedily licking her tip as if it were ice cream was to be trusted.

"Mmmph..." As her lips wrapped around the head, it helped to further muffle the sounds in the room, bringing them down to such a degree that one would have to be pressing their ear to the door in order to hear anything at all anymore. For a time, the silence reigned again other than the gentile friction noise of Sweetie's hand massaging her length and the equally quiet sucking of Sweetie's lips working up and down, pushing herself almost into the back of her throat and then pulling back towards the front of her mouth. It was only a small segment of the entirety, but it just felt oh so good for the little mare, far too good for her to stop.

For several minutes, Sweetie kept up this pace, suddenly going a bit wide eyed as cock stiffened up a touch and warm precum burst from the tip in a rush. One more attribute that Sweetie shared with elder sister, productivity. Her cheeks bulged with the unexpected volume and with a noteworthy *splrtch* it spewed from the corners of her mouth, forcing the songstress to recoil, her mouth hanging open and spilling that entire mouthful back down her cock as she coughed sharply, ejecting some of what had forcefully deposited itself down her throat.

Even as she cleared her throat of the unexpected gob of pre-spunk, the young unicorn didn't stop stroking herself, that stroking hand only sped up in fact, working along a considerable bit of her length, roughly from her medial ring to her tip, eagerly. As she grew closer to the inevitable peak of her pleasure, Sweetie found herself leaning back, allowing her to more easily work her erection.

The whimpering sounds of bliss started to escape from her mouth even more as her release built towards a head. "O-Oh... Oh... A-Aah... AAAAAH!" It was only a brief lapse of control, before she reined her voice back down, but it came with good reason. A thick stream of white burst from her shaft, the ivory hue contrasting sharply with her more dusky dark member. Higher and higher stretched the long streamer of creamy spunk, reaching it's apex and then curling back down as gravity finally caught up, sending the deluge pattering noisily to the floor.

While not on par with the same absurd level of production that Rarity was capable of, Sweetie Belle did share the general copious nature of her elder sister's climaxes, again and again firing off torrents of spunk that splashed to the wooden floor around her, filling the room with a sound not unlike a steady rainfall. Every couple of strokes she produced such an impressive display, progressively painting a milky puddle around herself that spread out from the mare milking herself in the center of it. There just seemed to be more in the hung little pony's body than it should have been able to hold, yet she was intent on draining herself and sating that ache in her balls that had started her down this road in the first place.

After about a minute and a half of constant little mewls of pleasure and nonstop spraying her spunk around like the little hose that she was, Sweetie finally slowed to a stop, her chest heaving and little gasps of relief puffing out. Only after she had a handful of seconds to come down did she realize what a mess she had made. Cum clung to her body in a few places, some of her mane and tail getting sticky, but that paled in comparison to the disaster that she had left on the floor. Ropes of semen crossed over and back along themselves, joining with each other in many squiggles and pools both in front of her and behind her for roughly seven feet in each direction.

"Uh... Oh..." The room itself reeked of sex as well and even the unicorn could smell it. She was going to have a lot of cleaning up to do before...

Suddenly there was another sound, one that there hadn't been all night, the soft click of a key in a lock. "Sweetie Belle are you alright? I heard..." The moment that the door opened, the voice cut off sharply. Perhaps it had been the single orgasmic cry, perhaps the noise of semen splashing about, but it had been sufficient to wake Rarity; who now was surveying a little mare sitting in the middle of a small flood of semen with her dark cock still twitching and drooling remnants of it's orgasm down it's length without a care in the world.

"SWEETIE BELLE!"