Sweetie Belle's New Ability

A bird chirped happily with her chicks in a small tree that resided just beneath Sweetie’s window. They were just loud and close enough for the timid serenade to reach the sleeping filly's ears. As it was a bright, sunny Friday morning in the middle of spring the sun would at that moment be making its way through her window and gently landing on her face. These combined sensations of nature sent a signal to the filly’s mind that it was yet again another morning and time for it to wake its master. It wasn’t just any normal school day, however. It was the final day of school before they were let out on the week-long Spring break. This being the first thought on the now conscious unicorn’s mind, she immediately popped her eyes open and practically threw herself out of bed. Stretching her legs and neck, Sweeties ears perked themselves into the direction of a new noise. It was Rarity calling her down for breakfast.

“Sweetie Belle, breakfast is ready!” she called, “You don’t want to be late to school today, it’s almost Spring Break!”

This caused Sweetie to jump up in excitement and her teeth sparkled in the sunlight as she grinned from ear to ear. She began towards her bedroom door swiftly, only to discover that she didn’t have nearly as much energy as she previously predicted. The quick burst of forced stamina nearly made her collide with the wall as she found her legs failed to obey her quickly enough. Regaining her balance, she calmed down and decided to slow down until she could fully wake up. Though unusual for the filly, it made sense as to why she felt like this, considering the previous night’s events and all. Pushing the memories to the back of her mind, Sweetie finally opened her bedroom door and made her way down the stairs, through the main lobby of the boutique and into the kitchen, where she met her older sister with her back turned as she was putting the finishing touches into their meal.

“Why good morning, Sweetie Belle,” greeted Rarity turning around to reveal two plates of pancakes, toast and assorted fruit.

“Good morning!” Sweetie chirped in response. Rarity placed the plates on the table and Sweetie made her way to her usual eating spot, which was right across from her sister’s. Rarity made her way over to the fridge and pulled out a large jug of orange juice before returning to the table and sitting herself down.

“Are you excited for Spring Break?” inquired the older unicorn. Sweetie, who had already been digging into her pancakes, nodded her head with a smile and made a muffled “mmhmm” from the back of her throat.

The two ate their breakfast in almost complete silence as Rarity used her magic to pull up the local newspaper that had been delivered to their doorstep that morning. Occasionally, one would make a remark, earning a small comment or chuckle from the other. Rarity had already managed to finish every last crumb of her meal a few minutes before Sweetie finished her own. She licked her lips and began to leave her seat causing the older unicorn to look up from her paper.

“Have a good day at school, Sweetie.”

“I will, and as always thanks for the breakfast, Rarity!”

As if on cue, Sweetie’s horn suddenly came to life, bursting into a shiny, bright green at first but then quickly darkening into a malevolent shade of red. Compared to the night before, however, this only had a relatively small effect on Sweetie. It only consisted of a mild shiver not much more powerful than one caused by the cold that only lasted the duration of the spell, otherwise she was fine. Sweetie’s mouth forced itself open in a gasp as she watched the other end of her magic connect with its target who was none other than the fashion-obsessed mare not more than a few feet away from her.

“Sweetie Belle what are you…” began Rarity, only to be cut off. A very powerful and familiar sensation began zapping its way through her nerves, originating from her suddenly very moist mare-hood. She couldn’t help but let out a loud moan of pleasure as she let go of the newspaper which fluttered away from the table thanks to air resistance and she let her body go limp, slamming down onto the table with a boisterous thunk.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze for Sweetie Belle. Her body began shaking in fear as she watched her sister quiver and groan in a fashion that seemed to be advertising pain to the oblivious filly. A few moments had passed before Rarity’s climax finally concluded. Snapping out of her trance, Sweetie quickly run up to her sister’s side who was breathing deeply and staring at the wall before switching her glance to her worried sister.

“OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU OKAY? DO YOU NEED ME TO CALL AN AMBULANCE?” cried her worried sister. Rarity merely blinked in response before her logical ability finally returned to her, realizing precisely what had just happened.

“I… I… yes, I’m just fine Sweetie Belle,” she blushed “but I think I need some time alone for a while and… good heavens, just look at the time,” said Rarity as she quickly got up from her chair and began ushering Sweetie out into the boutique lobby. For a moment, Sweetie thought she could see the chair her sister had been sitting on glistening in a strange way that indicated the presence of a puddle of moisture along with a strange, new, musty fragrance that had just entered the air. If she had to relate it to any other smell she would have to guess… marshmallows? Disregarding it, Sweetie obeyed her sister and made her way over to her school saddle bags that sat in the corner next to the front door. Before leaving, Sweetie watched her sister nervously walk backwards away from her and up the stairs as though she were hiding something behind her back. Before disappearing completely into her room, Rarity called out to make one final remark.

“Uh… enjoy your day at school. Make sure you come home as soon as school lets out. I want to talk to about what just happened, but it’s just too much right now! Good bye!” At that she swiftly slammed her door behind her and the boutique was left in silence.

“Oh, okay! Feel better, Rarity!” Sweetie called out in response, only to be met with another nonconsensual burst of magic and a slew of muffled moans and groans coming from upstairs.

“Eh he he…” nervously chuckled Sweetie as she quickly ran through the door and out into the soothing, warm spring weather.

Walking through Ponyville, Sweetie was lost in her thoughts. “Just what in Equestria did I do? My magic has never disobeyed me before. I wonder if this is somehow related to what happened last night…” Sweetie shivered and shook her head. There was no way this was her fault. After all, it was her magic that decided to fire up seemingly at its own will. Sweetie couldn’t control it at all. It would be unfair to blame herself for her horn’s wrong doings. But then she remembered that only the previous night before she had been doing something she believed was something she wasn’t supposed to be doing, and she vividly remembered she had at least some control over herself despite the fuzz that invaded her mind at the time.

“Oh horse feathers…” she muttered to herself as she made the final turn onto the road that eventually lead to the Ponyville School House. “Okay, so there’s no use in scolding myself now. I have to find out exactly what’s going on.”

Sweetie played back the events of the strange morning over and over again in her mind. She tried to remember exactly what she had done or what had occurred that resulted in her horn going haywire. She tried to see if it was some sort of gesture she or Rarity had made or if she had said anything strange. Stopping for a moment, she puzzled over the problem. Suddenly, the solution hit her head like a rock. She let out a gasp and jumped a bit while her eyes flashed open in realization. “It was her name! It’s because I said her name!” she screamed. Quickly realizing what she had just done, Sweetie looked around to find a few other civilians had stopped to stare at her. Blushing from embarrassment, Sweetie immediately restarted her usual trot in the direction of her destination.

Upon entering the schoolyard, Sweetie bounced joyfully as she noticed her two best friends waiting for her in the school yard.

“That’s it! I’m sure with the help of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo I’d be able to get myself out of this mess!” she gleefully muttered to herself only to stop in her tracks as though she had hit a brick wall as soon as she had realized her grave mistake. Worriedly, she closed her eyes and braced herself for the expected burst of magic escaping from her horn followed by the surely disastrous consequences.

Except… the shudder of doom never happened, and she didn’t feel any magic leaving her body. She froze in place, still a decent distance away from the other crusaders, waiting and waiting with the thought that maybe her horn was being delayed by some unforeseen condition. Confused, she reopened her eyes and stared at her friends in the distance. Still not having noticed her yet, they smiled while continuing on with their conversation and Scootaloo gave a little chuckle to a remark Apple Bloom had made. Seemingly, everything was as it should be, but Sweetie wasn’t taking any chances. Cautiously, she made her way over to her friends, making sure to watch what she said, if she said anything at all.

“Oh! Hey there Sweetie Belle!” chirped Scootaloo as Sweetie joined her friends, “Uh… is something wrong?”

It was blatantly obvious that something was disturbing the little unicorn. Her face was crunched up with fear and concern and her pupils had grown to their maximum size. At the sound of her friend’s voice, Sweetie’s heart skipped a beat as she immediately recalled the events of that previous night. Her fearful expression relaxed and quickly reformed into one of embarrassment. Her cheeks lit up into a bright pink as she cringed and backed away from the now obviously confused Pegasus.

“Yeah… somethin’s definitely wrong with her,” remarked Apple Bloom. “Would ya mind tellin’ us what? We can’t help ya’ll if you don’t explain.”

Apple Bloom’s voice was just what Sweetie needed to be brought back to reality. Flushing the sensual memories back to the deep storage cavities of her mind, Sweetie shook her head and returned to her fellow crusaders who were staring at her now both with confused expressions on their face. Sweetie cleared her appearance back to normal, paused a moment to conjure up her first sentence taking great care in making sure it did not include either of her friends’ names. She cleared her throat and responded.

“Well, something strange HAS happened this morning. As for myself, I’m fine. But it’s you guys, and other ponies for that matter, that I’m really worried about.” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo exchanged glances at the somewhat unexpected response from their unicorn friend.

“What exactly do ya mean?” inquired Apple Bloom.

“You see, it was really hard for me to get to sleep last night. So I decided to focus on something else for a few minutes to see if I could make myself sleepier,” Sweetie paused for a moment trying to come up with a good, non-explicit way to finish her explanation, saving her from embarrassment, “I… ended up day dreaming and… well never mind. The rest is a secret. All you need to know is that at one point my magic decided to start up by itself and it really hurt. It was also red instead of my usual green and it made a loud, scary noise,” cringed Sweetie upon recalling the memory. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo emotionlessly watched her friend giving her explanation, making sure to grant her all their attention.

“So anyway, I go and have breakfast with Rarity and just when I’m about to leave for school, I say something and my horn flashes up out of control again! Only this time it hurt much less and didn’t last nearly as long. The red was still there though. This caused Rarity to cry out and lose control of her body. She just sat there lying on the table breathing heavily and her limbs twitched like crazy. It was really scary.”

“So what did you after that? Did you have to call an ambulance?” asked Scootaloo now with her own worried expression on her face.

“Well I asked if she was okay and if she needed one, but she told me she was fine. She seemed really nervous and embarrassed and she practically pushed me out of the boutique to get to school.

“Ah see. Was there anythin’ else that seemed strange? Do you know why your horn went out of control?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Yeah, I did notice a strange, yet pleasant smell coming from her and there was a small puddle of clear liquid right where she had been sitting. As far as to why, I think managed to figure that out or at least I think I did on the way here. It seemed to happen each time I mentioned her name. The reason I’m unsure of that is because just a few moments ago, I stupidly somehow managed to say both of your names… but unlike this morning nothing happened!”

“Are ya sure that’s the reason?” quizzed Apple Bloom with slight doubt in her voice.

“Well, it’s the best thing I got!” retorted Sweetie Belle. Just then both the apple filly and the marshmallow filly turned their glances to orange Pegasus expecting a response.

“Hmm… I have an idea! You said that Rarity was just fine after it happened, correct?” Sweetie nodded in response. “Then perhaps if you say my name, we can test your theory for sure!” Scootaloo beamed, proud of her idea.

“Uhh… I don’t know. Maybe we should go ask a grownup about this. It could be something serious,” Sweetie solemnly remarked in response to the idea.

“Don’t worry about me, Sweetie Belle. I’ll be fine. After all, Rarity assured you she was alright!”

“Aren’t you scared something bad might happen to you? After all, I’ve only managed to do this twice, and I haven’t been given enough time to see any ever lasting effects. A while back Princess T… the powerful magic princess in the castle, told me that magic, when used incorrectly, can be very dangerous.”

“Yeah, I’m a little scared. But I’m willing to sacrifice myself if it means helping one of my best friends,” Scootaloo boasted, puffing out her chest. At this Sweetie Belle’s cheeks turned bright red in response to a surge in her new feelings that had been recently emerging around the pony in question.

“Ok, if you say so. App… uh apple filly, get ready to run for help in case something terrible happens.” Apple Bloom simply nodded and trotted behind Sweetie Belle for safety. Scootaloo was standing just a few feet in front of them with an expression that was a mixture of worry and bravery, possibly indicating that she might be having second thoughts. Regardless, she stood tall and ready for her friend to inflict the mysterious spell upon her.

“Okay… I’m ready when you are,” said Sweetie Belle, sweat now beginning to trickle down her forehead.

“Let me have it!” replied Scootaloo, standing tall and poofing out her chest trying to be as brave as she could.

Sweetie stood there for a moment, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. Finally, she did the deed.

“Scootaloo,” she said with new found confidence. Once again, her horn blazed to life, first green then to red, just as it happened before. Then came the snap, though still somewhat quiet, was loud enough to spread through the schoolyard. At this moment, Sweetie realized they had forgotten just that fact, but decided to keep her brace as it was too late to stop it now. Apple Bloom turned her head watched as dozens of her schoolmate’s eyes turned their focus towards the show. Ignoring this for now, she returned her view to her friends, glancing back and forth between them.

Just a moment later, the red magical aurora surrounded the seemingly brave Pegasus for a split second. Her eyes shot wide open and she let out a loud gasp. Instantly, her wings spread open as wide as they could and she collapsed to the ground. Everyone in the yard silently watched as the tomcolt filly withered, shuddered and moaned on the ground for a rough estimate of about ten seconds.

“Oh Celestia… oh buck... this is… oh…,” she moaned, causing the rest of the schoolyard to flinch at the utterance of her lust filled profanity. Finally, her vaginal contractions ceased and she was left lying there, breathing heavily. No pony said a word for about a minute.

As if it existed for the purpose of breaking the silence, the school bell rang thus snapping the schoolyard out of their trance, most of the students seemingly ignoring what they just saw and continuing on with their lives. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle rushed up to the satisfied Pegasus and helped her up onto her hooves.

“OH MY GOSH, I’M SO SORRY. I knew this was a bad idea!” worried Sweetie Belle, feeling as though she was about to cry. Sure, it was obvious her new found crush was alive, but was she well?

“Oh Celestia… Sweetie Belle… that was…,” started Scootaloo, with Sweetie bracing herself for her friend’s outburst of anger, “AMAZING!!! It just… felt so BUCKING good, I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain what it felt like to you guys!” cursed Scootaloo with a big smile on her face. Scootaloo then jumped onto the startled marshmallow pony pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Well. That turned out better than expected,” remarked Apple Bloom. That’s when Scootaloo pulled herself away from the spell caster and turned to Apple Bloom.

“You’ve just gotta give it a try, AB. I mean, it’s probably the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my entire life!” Still trying to comprehend what their friend was telling them, the other two fillies looked at each other with expressions that started as confusion and then turning into relief as they realized they friend was PROBABLY okay.

“You know what, Ah think Ah may just have ta give it a try,” remarked Apple Bloom. “Can ya do a filly a favor, Sweetie Belle?”

“I… I guess so. If she says it's okay, and if it’s really as pleasurable as she says it is, I suppose I can lend you a hoof.” Sweetie smiled after finally coming to terms with what kind of effects her special new ability had on others. One thing still puzzled her though. Why had Rarity reacted so embarrassingly to something that felt so good? She would have to ask her later when she returned home.

“Awesome! Thanks, Sweetie! Ah think that maybe it should wait till recess though. Class is about to start!” The other two fillies nodded in agreement and together they began heading towards the school house and entered just as the late bell began to ring.

Upon entrance to their classroom, the fillies lightly blushed as they noticed how essentially EVERYPONY there, was staring straight at them. While attempting to ignore them, the fillies headed towards their respective desks and sat down.

This is when one thing became really obvious to Scootaloo as she took her seat: her private parts were absolutely soaking wet, which of course was extremely embarrassing, and not to mention confusing. Perhaps there was some connection between the sensation she just experienced and her private parts, an idea that she decided to keep to herself unless it was absolutely necessary to mention it which, considering they were going to have Apple Bloom experience it in just a few hours at recess, she expected that she may indeed soon need to.

Their class that day resumed as normal with no utterances of anypony’s name from the unicorn whose new found powers and images from what she had just recently witnessed would simply not leave her mind. She found they distracted her from the lessons far more than she would have liked. Regardless, she was able to pull through and learn a new thing or two. Finally, Cheerilee finished up her lesson and five minutes later, the class was rewarded with the bell that would set them free for at least fifteen minutes. Two of those students, were especially excited to leave the classroom and Sweetie had to speed up into a gallop in order to keep up with them.

“Okay, Sweetie, do your thing! Show Apple Bloom your amazing power!” said Scootaloo, seemingly more excited about something than she’s ever been.

“Okay, ready when you are, apple filly,” said Sweetie to Apple Bloom.

“As our little orange Pegasus friend here said, ‘Let me have it!’” beamed the excited filly. But before Sweetie could even take a breath to begin the utterance of her friend’s name, a small group of fillies from their class came up to talk to them.

“So uh… what exactly happened this morning? Are you alright Scootaloo?” she asked.

“I’m more than just fine! I haven’t felt that good in well, ever! Seriously you guys, you gotta try it!” Scootaloo then turned back to Sweetie Belle. “Show them again, Sweetie. Cast your spell on Apple Bloom!”

Nodding, Sweetie Belle turned around and looked at her friend. Preparing yet again for the somewhat unpleasant yet not really painful sensations to return by taking several deep breaths, she braced herself and uttered her friend’s name.

“Apple Bloom!” As expected, all the usual things that happened during the course of the spellcasting once again repeated: her color changing horn, the loud snap, and finally the aurora around the anticipating apple filly.

Apple Bloom gasped as an intense tingling sensation began exploding from her virgin nether regions that spread throughout her tough build. Despite her muscle and strength, she could not help but to collapse to the ground into a heavy breathing, shuddering pile of absolute bliss, just as Scootaloo had done before.

“Unnn, unnn, mmmm…” moaned Apple Bloom as her climax finally came to an end after an astonishing fifteen seconds. By this time, almost everyone on the playground had gathered around to watch, which made Apple Bloom blush even more than she already was as she forced herself to regain her composure. No-pony said a word as they waited to hear a response from her. A few moments later, she trotted over to Scootaloo and whispered something in her ear.

“Uh… is your um… ‘special place’ SUPPOSED to get all wet like that?” Scootaloo, though not surprised, was stunned that her friend would ask such a bold question and she slowly nodded her head in response. Relieved, Apple Bloom turned around facing her audience.

“Eh he he, that felt really good,” she said, blushing after realizing what she had just said.

“So, who wants to give it a try? “ Scootaloo inquired the audience hopping in front of the apple filly. Almost immediately, hooves started flying into the air and the crowd began forming a line behind Sweetie Belle. Though she was starting to get a slight headache from all the slight bursts of pain, Sweetie was excited for a chance to finally be at least somewhat popular.

One by one each student went under Sweetie’s spell whether filly or colt and each had a similar reaction to the first two crusaders. Colts however had the added embarrassment of sudden erections that, as ponies didn’t normally wear clothes, were immediately visible to everyone, thus earning a few harmless chuckles here and there. Luckily enough for them however, they were all still too young to ejaculate. Even the Cutie Mark Crusader’s arch enemies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon joined in on the fun.

“Perhaps you aren’t so bad after all,” complimented Diamond.

Partway finished with the line, Apple Bloom had an epiphany and turned to speak with Sweetie Belle.

“Hey, Sweetie, remember how ya said earlier that you accidently said our names before you met up with us and nuthin’ happened? Well, maybe that’s because we weren’t able to hear ya’ll say it in the first place. Maybe it only affects ponies that actually hear ya sayin’ their name.”

Sweetie pondered over her friend’s suggestion for moment and nodded with a smile in response. “That totally makes sense. Nice idea, Apple Bloom.” Sweetie smirked as she said those final two words and her horn once again went through its spellcasting routine, rewarding the apple filly for her suggestion with another powerful orgasm.

Ten minutes later, the end-of-recess bell rung, but no-pony seemed to pay any attention to it. There were still three more ponies that hadn’t had their turn yet and every pony was interested in seeing their reaction. By this time, Sweetie was getting exhausted. Zapping everyone in her class with the pleasure spell had eaten up a ton of energy and her entire body was starting to ache. However, as it was for a good cause, she kept her complaints to a minimum as she trudged on through the final students.

“Just what in Equestria is going on here?” came the sudden voice of their teacher who was now staring in confusion at a young pink filly whom Sweetie just finished casting her spell on, leaving her in a spasm of euphoric bliss.

Startled, Sweetie Belle turned around in fear as she watched her judgmental teachers eyes shift between her and the pony she had just casted her spell on. No-pony neither responded nor moved in response. The previously orgasming filly merely laid on the ground without moving a muscle as her contractions finally subsided, too scared to move.

Although, it felt great, each student just then began reflecting on one particular part of their activity: a lot of the sensations that they felt started in an area that adults had previously informed them to be an area that should be kept private, hidden behind their tails. This epiphany hit each of them square in the muzzle and they each began showing their own individualistic version of the complex emotion known as “shame”. All of them… except for a certain enthusiastic, orange filly. Mustering up a broad smile, she moved to the front of the crowd and faced their teacher one on one.

“Oh my gosh, Ms. Cheerilee, it’s amazing! Sweetie Belle just randomly woke up this morning having this amazing power where whenever she says some pony’s name they start to feel extremely good! You gotta try it!” She then made a 180 degree spin and faced her still fear-struck friend. “Go on Sweetie, show her!” A few seconds passed without any response from her, or any pony for that matter.

“Uh, hello? Is any pony home?” inquired Scootaloo, waving a hoof in front of her face. This was sufficient enough to snap her out of her daze.

“Oh, yeah, right...” With one final gulp Sweetie looked into her stern teacher’s eyes and cast her spell.

“Ms. Cheerilee.” For the n’th time that day, Sweetie’s horn once again went through its routine. After the final body aurora had faded on their teacher, all her students snapped back into action, gathering around her and watched in awe as their teacher climaxed, her body vibrating and shaking uncontrollably, yet somehow she managed to stay on her hooves, which was an impressive change from all the others.

Cheerilee was shocked to find herself losing control of her body. Somehow, this young, yet admittedly talented filly was causing her to cum even without coming near her mare-hood. For the duration of the orgasm she couldn’t say anything and she silently decided to handle the issue when she was able to regain a straight-thinking mind at the end of her final contraction, an event that came soon enough at an impressive twenty seconds later.

Fighting her desire to collapse, the strong mare shook each of her limbs back into function and prepared herself for what she had to do. She promised herself not to get too angry at them considering they were only children who probably didn’t know any better.

“Everyone, please return to class, now. Recess is over, and we need to talk,” she announced, solidifying her authority in a strict yet understanding manner. One by one, each student promptly obeyed, marching back to class in a neat, single file line. Before Sweetie Belle could join them, Cheerilee put a hoof on her shoulder and told her that she needed to see her in the hallway outside of their classroom immediately. Once every pony was in their place, the class in their classroom with the door closed and the magical filly and her teacher out in the hallway on the other side of that door, Cheerilee took a deep breath and began the conversation.

“Okay, so what’s this all about? Do you have any idea what you have been doing? How did you learn such an advanced magical ability? Did some pony teach you? If so, you have to tell me who it was right away, young lady.” Sweetie merely paused for a moment, musing over each question thrown at her, trying to figure out a proper response. In the end, she decided to tell her the truth from the beginning… other than her less than modest fantasies with Scootaloo and the fact that she had been playing with herself while doing it. That would have to remain her secret, even from her.

“I see. So it will cause any pony to have these intense ‘strange feelings’ to whomever you name?”

“That’s right, as long as they can hear me saying their name, of course. I’m sorry for my actions, Ms. Cher… ahem, teacher.” Sweetie looked down to the floor, expecting that it was now time for her to receive punishment. In surprise, no such thing happened.

“It’s quite alright, Sweetie. Your intentions were pure and you simply didn’t know what you were doing. Every pony makes mistakes.” Sweetie lifted her head from the floor and sighed in relief. “However… this one is rather serious and as your teacher it will require me to personally notify each and every one of your classmates’ guardians. Given the circumstances, I’m sure they’ll understand.” Cheerilee inwardly cringed at this lie. She knew there would be at least one parent who would overreact to this situation. She merely didn’t want to make the poor filly feel any worse for her deeds. At that, Sweetie’s mentor opened the classroom door for her and they both went inside. Not a single pony moved and all had their eyes on their teacher. They were all far too scared to even dare moving a single inch from their seat or step anywhere out of line. Once Sweetie had taken her seat, Cheerilee began her speech.

“Now I know what you all may be wondering. No, none of you are in any trouble, at least from me. Sweetie Belle explained to me in full exactly what happened and it all makes sense. Although I currently have no official authority to talk about this issue, I strongly feel that given the situation, you need to know.” The maroon mare waited a moment for her revelation to take effect. She watched as some of the young ponies in the room gave sighs of relief. Smiling, she continued.

“Sweetie Belle has obtained a rather advanced and unique ability… or rather, a magical defect. Unicorns usually only cast spells when they will for them to happen in their minds and it’s usually far more complicated than simply saying one’s name. I’ve only briefly heard of this specific problem way back when I was in college, learning to become a teacher. There really isn’t much known as to why or how it happens, but the conditions and effects are clear, all of which have already been made obvious to you all.” This earned a few sheepish smiles from some and blushes in others. Scootaloo merely sat in confusion. Why was this even an issue? Didn’t all that matter was the fact it made her and so many other ponies feel amazing?

“You see class, there is a special biological function your body has that is meant to help encourage you to help create new ponies. It’s called an orgasm, which is what you all just experienced.” At that, a couple of ponies raised their hooves.

“Ms. Cheerilee, Sweetie Belle never got to cast her spell on us. We still have no idea what it’s like,” remarked a colt, speaking for the other filly who also had her hoof up.

“That is something you can figure out on your own time. You see class, usually an orgasm doesn’t just happen from a magical spell, or defect, as I said earlier. Most of the time, this happens when ponies stimulate or rub their private parts for a while.” At this, some of the students blushed and turned to look away from their teacher for a moment while this fact settled in with them.

“Finally, the last thing I feel you all need to know is that it is perfectly okay and healthy to cause these feelings to happen to your own bodies sometimes. However, doing it in public in large group like you were doing is simply not appropriate and if it continues you may run into serious consequences. Because of how serious it is, I will see to it that I personally talk to all of your parent and/or guardians about what happened today.” This final revelation, as expected, caused some worried/fearful looks through-out, to which Cheerilee responded, “Don’t worry. This was all just a silly mistake, and none of you understood what you were doing. I’m sure your parents will still love you, none-the-less. Now, that we’re all back in here, I believe we have an English lesson to get through.” Satisfied with her conversation, Cheerilee went back to her desk, pulled out some supplies and wrote some text-book page numbers up on her board, instructing the class to turn to them in their own books.

Despite having an awkward atmosphere in the air as each student thought about that day’s strange events, class continued on as normal, through lunch and last period of the day. Finally, after much anticipation, the final school bell rung and every pony worked together to create the same usual ruckus that usually accompanied the end of the school day.

“Have a good Spring Break class. See you in a week!” called out the teacher to the exiting students.

“Um, Sweetie Belle, could you stay in here with me for a moment please?” Giving her friends a solemn glance as they left the classroom, Sweetie went over by her teacher and they waited for the class room to empty. Finally empty, Cheerilee began her next awkward conversation.

“Sweetie, during your lunch break, I took the liberty of notifying a friend of mine who I think will be able to help you with your little problem here. I told her to come five minutes after the final bell rung so she should be here at any minute…” The two ponies remained silent, the only audible sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall as they waited and waited for Cheerilee’s “friend”. Suddenly, out of nowhere a bright flashing bubble appeared in the middle of the room in a burst of magic. Once it had faded and Sweetie had uncovered her eyes she looked up to see not one, but two ponies: her sister Rarity and none other than Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

“Hey there, Ms. Cheerilee, Sweetie Belle,” greeted Twilight in her usual happy-go-lucky tone.

“How do you do, Twilight? Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“It’s no problem at all, Ms. Cheerilee. I’m always glad to help out a friend. Now, what was it that you needed some magical assistance with, and why did you need to me to bring Rarity with me?” she asked, the other adult unicorn mimicking her curiosity.

For the next five minutes, both Sweetie Belle and Ms. Cheerilee together explained the situation, earning some looks of confusion, concern and bewilderment from the two listeners. After they finished, Twilight took a moment to muse over the situation before finally providing a response. At the same time, Rarity thought back to the unusual events at the beginning of that day and sighed to herself as it all started to click into place.

“Yes, this is indeed very unusual. I also know what book you are talking about, “The Big Book of Unusual Magical Anomalies: Volume 3”, I believe.” Cheerilee nodded in response. “Well as you already know, at this moment there isn’t much I can do to help Sweetie. However, this is why we have science. I should be able to figure out a solution if I can just get a magical sample from her… this unfortunately means she’ll have to perform the spell one more time, and the results won’t be instant. It could take days, even weeks for me to figure it out, depending on how complex a spell it is.” At this revelation, the four ponies looked around at each other and the awkwardness consumed the situation. Finally, Rarity spoke up.

“Well, if it’s for my sister, I am willing to get hit by the spell again. Let’s make sure to get it done quickly though.”

“Do you need me to leave the room?” asked Cheerilee, showing she would allow her to have her privacy while the required mares in question did the deed.

“There will be no need for that, Ms. Cheerilee. We’re all mares after all.” At that, Cheerilee nodded in response and the four ponies got into position.

“Whenever you’re ready, go ahead Sweetie Belle.” Sweetie turned her head to her sister in a silent attempt to ask for her permission.

“Go ahead, Sweetie, it’s alright.” Sweetie took one final breath before she forced her lips to form her sister’s name.

“Rarity,” squeaked Sweetie, and as her horn once again went through its routine, Twilight began to cast her own spell that completely surrounded her and Rarity in her magic and it began feeding magical data to the alicorn.

Similar to the events that morning, Rarity began going through the usual body tremors and let out the moans of pleasure that usually came along with the sensation of an orgasm. Her vagina began to leak her love fluids that escaped as droplets that dribbled down her leg and directly onto the floor below the area between the satiated unicorn’s hind legs. Finally after her last contraction, Twilight released her data collection spell and the older marshmallow pony passed out onto the floor and waited to hear from her intelligent friend.

“Alright, this data is looking really promising already. I’m sure it won’t take me too long to figure out. Anyway, I’m sure it’s been a long, interesting day for both of you. I would head home and rest up. I’ll be sure to contact you whenever I make any breakthroughs.” This earned genuine smiles from the two unicorn sisters.

“Thank you, Twi… I mean, Princess,” said Sweetie.

Twilight merely nodded in response before summoning a bright flash of magic that surrounded her and quickly disappeared along with its caster.