Sweetie Belle's New Ability

It was a cool, peaceful night in Ponyville. At around the time of midnight, it was not uncommon for such tranquility to exist, considering how small a population it had compared to the big bustling city of Manehattan. At this time, most ponies would already be tucked away in their beds, fast asleep and traveling through dreamland.

However, there was at least one pony in that small town, specifically a small, white unicorn by the name of Sweetie Belle, who was not fast asleep. She wished so badly that she could simply close her eyes and for the n’th time experience the temporary bliss and vacation from reality that was sleep. Sadly, there was just too much on her mind. Today had been yet another failure among failures in attempts at obtaining a cutie mark with her fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders.

“I knew we shouldn’t have attempted riding unicycles,” muttered Sweetie Belle, cringing as she placed her hoof on her swollen, bruised flank. Sighing, she decided to give up falling asleep and she sat up in her bed, still remaining under the covers. Reaching over to her nightstand, she pulled the string on her lamp turning it on. The light bulb, as expected, sparked to life covering her previously pitch black bedroom with a dim, yellow luminance.

Sweetie stared at the wall in front of her, not thinking about much at first, but eventually she let her mind wander. She recalled many of the memories of her past: her times with Rarity, her failed cutie mark earning attempts with her best friends, her boring lectures at school, her bullies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon and the time they fell in the mud when Babs Seed had visited. She smiled and chuckled to herself remembering their discontented faces.

Suddenly, her mind decided to change gears and she found herself thinking about something she never sincerely thought about before: colts. At first it felt odd to her, but being a curious filly, she refrained from shaking her mind off the topic and the ideas automatically decided to expand and become more intricate. She imagined herself going on a date with one, not necessarily one from her class, but one she subconsciously imagined up quickly with features that were very attractive to her. It consisted of the standard activities that one would usually do on a date: going to the movies, having dinner, and in the end, walking around the park. The imaginary pair came upon a bench which allowed them to have the perfect view of the sunset in the distance. Together they sat down on the bench with their hooves held together in between them.

Smiling, Sweetie rested her eyes from the glare of the sun’s UV rays and turned her head towards her date. It turned out he had the same idea. Realizing this, the white filly’s cheeks turned on the burners thus rendering them a bright shade of pink and she let out a small gasp followed by an adorable squeak. The pair remained silent as they stared into each other’s sparkling eyes. Slowly, the colt inched forward in Sweetie Belle’s direction, and Sweetie did the same. The colt would scoot an inch, then Sweetie would return the favor. Finally after what seemed like eternity, they brought their faces together, making sure not to rush the deed. Sweetie closed her eyes, and so did the colt. Back in reality, Sweetie’s body made an involuntary shiver as the imaginary lovers lips locked into a powerful embrace. They kissed and they kissed for what Sweetie imagined to feel like an eternity.

Finally running out of breath, Sweetie and her lover pulled back, still making sure to remain very close to each other. Strangely, something suddenly felt different to the unicorn. She popped her eyes open and gasped. The colt she thought she had been kissing was no longer a colt. Her mind had decided to suddenly switch gears on her in what at first seemed to be a cruel joke, but later felt normal, expected and exciting. Sitting in the place of her imaginary colt was none other than one of her best friends: Scootaloo. She was staring back at Sweetie with an endearing blush that was just as powerful and vivid as Sweetie Belle’s. Her grand, lustrous, purple eyes were wide open and glaring straight back into the imaginer’s luscious green ones. Her mane was styled into her usual sporty coiffure, yet this time the way it reflected the sunset’s rays seemed to add extra splendor that complimented perfectly with her soft, vivid, orange coat.

For a moment, Sweetie stalled her fantasy after battling a slight bout of confusion. Was she really thinking and feeling this way about Scootaloo? Why did she so suddenly allow the little, orange Pegasus that was one of her best friends to invade her memories in such a context? It was already obvious to her that she thought Scootaloo was pretty cool, but she never had imagined that she could visualize her this way. After all, she had grown up listening to stories and watching other’s relationships that all consisted of nothing more than a male and a female. Not to mention she was her best friend, not a love interest! Regardless, Sweetie decided that she would think more about the issue later. She was enjoying what was going on far too much to stop now. Without wasting another moment, she delved right back to her spot in her fantasy.

“Scootaloo? Wh…what are you… why are you…?” questioned the imaginary version of the unicorn. Smiling, Scootaloo simply hushed her, putting her free hoof on her mouth. Gently, she guided the unicorn onto her back which is when she discovered she was no longer at the park. Sweetie found herself to be lying on a luscious, king-sized, red-velvet bed in a room that didn’t actually exist in the real world. In her surprise, her mind had managed to abandon the whole park idea and instead replaced it with a much more comfortable one that seemed to fit the situation better.

Finally resting on her back, Sweetie’s heart began throbbing at maximum speed as she watched her imagined lover’s face nearing hers inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. When Scootaloo finally reached the point where they could feel each other’s breath on each other’s faces, she paused for a moment savoring the sight before her.

“Sweetie Belle… I love you,” whispered Scootaloo.

At that, Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Once again the lovers brought their lips together, this time with Scootaloo using far more force than before. She slowly opened her mouth wider and wider and she used her tongue to prod against Sweetie’s lips. As if it were built into her by instinct, Sweetie gleefully allowed the intruder to enter her oral cavity. The lust fueled accomplishment caused the unicorn to let out a deep moan into her lovers throat which was reciprocated only a few moments later.

The small unicorn finally became fully aware of how much she was enjoying the faux love making. Through her fuzzy, lust-filled thoughts, she suddenly realized that there was a strange new sensation coming over her. As their imaginary tongues explored deeper into each other’s mouths, Sweetie’s filly hood in real life began to secrete its secret, sweet fluid in preparation for its new stage of life. To accompany it, there was also a strange, new, pleasant tingly sensation in that area that was beginning to state its dominance over the maturing filly’s mind. Without even thinking about it, Sweetie brought her hoof beneath the covers and slowly approached the area in question. This caused another short spark of confusion in the young filly because she couldn’t remember a time where the urge to touch herself was this strong, but of course she was already too far gone to stop now.

Contact had been made, and Sweetie let out a light gasp as the new sensations intensified. As if instinct had taken over her body, she began to move her hoof all around her vaginal areas at random, as if testing the waters to find the area where the best sensations could be brought out. Finally she found that the little nub at the top was especially sensitive and she began her best effort in triggering these amazing new sensations. Doing this sent shockwave after shockwave up her spine, into her mind and all throughout her limbs.

Shifting thoughts a little bit, the imaginary Scootaloo finally broke their passionate kiss and both real and imaginary Sweetie shivered in pleasure as Scootaloo began moving down her body, licking and smooching in random, new places, slowly getting closer and closer to Sweetie’s special spot. Finally, after sufficiently building the anticipation, the blushing Pegasus brought her muzzle down to Sweetie’s love hole and saw that it was glistening from being soaked with her love fluids. After each pony took a deep breath, Scootaloo made sure to maintain eye contact with her lover as she began using her tongue to lick up, down and all around the virgin marshmallow pony’s love garden. Real Sweetie attempted to mimic the imaginary Scootaloo’s tongue movements with her hoof, the sensations forcing the filly to quietly moan and shudder. In unison, Sweetie’s hoof and Scootaloo’s tongue began moving faster and faster, each stroke getting closer to Sweetie’s love button. Eventually, they made it to their target and they began focusing all their love in that one location.

Faster and faster they went, each powerful stroke earning a moan or a cute squeak from the filly.

“Ung… unn… oh yes…mmm,” moaned the horny filly as she finally sensed a goal, a reason for doing this in the first place. At first it was distant, but each stroke and dirty thought brought her closer and closer to the unknown, seemingly intense climax that had already made itself obvious to the inexperienced masturbator.

Suddenly, in a cruel turn of events, Sweetie’s horn started illuminating itself in red, which was unusual as it would normally shine green, and would never trigger without its owner willing it to. Irrespective of Sweetie’s current fantasies and new sensual sensations, her horn let out an ear-drum shattering bang that rang throughout Rarity’s boutique. This had a very negative effect on the poor filly whose entire body that was filled with intense pleasure just a second ago exploded in mind-numbing pain and body-wide tremors. Luckily the sensation only lasted a few seconds and the pain quickly faded away… along with the pleasure. Sweetie Belle, who had been sweating profusely, shakily forced herself to sit up. She quickly removed the covers from her lower body and looked down to see her private parts partially swollen and covered in her love fluids.

When her breathing finally slowed down to normal, Sweetie decided that she had enough and was glad that she hadn’t accidently killed herself.

“No wonder adults don’t want us touching ourselves there,” Sweetie said to herself, “it felt pretty nice until the end.” Sweetie shuddered at the memories of the intense pain she had just experienced. Finally having control over her thoughts and actions again, Sweetie quickly got out of bed, cleaned herself up thoroughly, and promptly returned to her resting place finding that at the conclusion of the strange events of the night, her body had summoned up an intense wave of fatigue. Turning out her light, Sweetie yawned, and ducked under the covers.

“I’m never trying that again. I hope that loud noise didn’t wake Rarity,” Sweetie thought to herself. Considering it had already been several minutes since the magic surge and there was still no sign of the fashion mare, Sweetie decided that her sister had been far too unconscious in a deep sleep to hear such a thing. It made sense too, considering how Rarity had always been such a deep sleeper. With a final yawn escaping her insides, Sweetie found it extremely simple to turn off or at least turn down her thoughts thus allowing her to finally began the steep descent into her own dark, dreamless slumber.