Sweetie Belle yawned and stretched her forelegs as yet another bright, sunny morning dawned upon her. Almost immediately, the realization that not only was it Saturday, but also the first full day of Spring Break, hit her consciousness full force. A big smile beamed onto her face as she practically threw herself out of the covers… which quickly proved to be a huge mistake. Using her new found ability so carelessly the previous day, especially at her rather novice level of magical ability seemed to take a much larger toll on her body than previously expected. It was almost a repeat of yesterday morning, but the fatigue had a completely different reason to exist. She remembered another time of when she was hanging out and learning about magic with Twilight, when she had mentioned this fact in particular. After taking a moment to move around in an attempt to wake herself up, Sweetie opened her bed room door and headed for the kitchen.

Upon entering, she immediately discovered one strange fact: Rarity was nowhere to be found. In her place, she found a neatly folded piece of paper, some toast and some fruit on the table in the middle. She grabbed the letter and unfolded it to reveal a short message written in an intricate yet rushed scribble that was Rarity’s hoofwriting.

Dear Sweetie Belle,

I would love nothing more than to spend another morning with you, but unfortunately I have some very important business errands to attend to. I made sure to get up extra early to prepare you some breakfast, enjoy!

Love, Rarity

P.S. – You may go out and play with your friends, but PLEASE don’t cause any trouble. Remember what we talked about last night.

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes as she sat the letter down before taking a seat and getting to work on consuming her meal. Swallowing some rather juicy strawberries, she repeated the scenes that happened right after she and her sister had returned from the school house that previous afternoon over and over again in her mind. Regarding the main events of yesterday, there only existed a single conversation, the rest of the evening being filled with dinner, homework, some light reading, and a bath followed by bedtime. She sighed as she again listened to Rarity’s words ringing through her head.

“Sweetie Belle, you don’t need to know any of the details until you’re older, but please know that causing other ponies to act and feel this way without their permission is very disrespectful, and it most certainly never should be done out in public!”

“Oh come on, sis! I just don’t understand why it’s such a big deal! Like, why is it ‘not appropriate’ or ‘disrespectful’?”

“Like a said, I’ll tell you when you’re older. Hopefully Twilight can figure out a solution soon so we can get you out of this mess. For now, I’m just going to have to ask you to only speak when you absolutely need to, and for Celestia’s sake don’t say anypony’s name.”

Letting out an annoyed groan, Sweetie ran upstairs to her room to begin on her English homework.

Back in reality, Sweetie finished up the last few crumbs of her toast, leapt down from the chair and made her way towards the door. She made sure to lock it behind her before heading out towards Sweet Apple Acres where the Cutie Mark Crusader tree house resided. Though still quite early in the morning, temperatures had already risen to about 70 degrees, providing a subtle warning about the summer-like heat that was destined to come.

About 15 minutes later, Sweetie finally climbed the ramps that led up to the tree house and knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened revealing a now excited orange Pegasus.

“Hooray, you’re here! Good Morning, Sweetie Belle!” she squealed with delight, her wings fluttering as she hopped back inside. Before she could formally respond, Sweetie noticed that Scootaloo was shining a bigger smile than she usually did today. After entering their play area, she closed the door and turned around, intending to return the greeting.

“Good morning, Scoo…” she said, eyes going wide as she realized she was about to make a mistake. “Ahem… uh Good Morning.” Even after her correction, Sweetie could see that Scootaloo’s expression still had not changed in the slightest and she wasn’t moving, nor seemingly, breathing. In response, Sweetie’s face simply stared back without any expression, which as the seconds wore on, eventually slipped into confusion.

“Um, hello? Any pony home?” Sweetie walked up to her friend and mimicked what she had done to her yesterday, waving a hoof in front of her face. Finally, Scootaloo snapped out of her statue like state.

“Oh come on, Sweetie Belle, say it!”

“Uh… say what?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes and her smile faded.

“Uh, what else but my name, silly?”

Sweetie then let out a big sigh and face-hoofed.

“Yeah no, you already know why I can’t do that. Rarity was really strict with me last night.”

“Pfft, oh come on Sweetie, live a little. Are you honestly just gonna listen to some silly grown-ups instead of helping your friends feel good? If it wasn’t a good thing, then why would it feel that way?”

Sweetie put a hoof to her chin and thought about it. Then suddenly, one important piece of information returned to her and she face-hoofed again, this time at her own ignorance. Rarity had said it was disrespectful to do it WITHOUT their permission. It was blatantly obvious that Scootaloo wanted it, so it should be perfectly fine, right? Sighing, she turned to her friend, who was now only a few inches away from her face with both bright, purple eyes staring directly at her. She had apparently already crossed the room while she was still considering the preposition. Her heart skipped a beat as she observed this fact. How in Equestria could she say no to something so breath-takingly beautiful and cute?

“Okay… uh… well… Rarity DID say that it would be alright if you gave me your permission…” she said, her voice cracking a little in nervousness. Scootaloo’s face exploded into yet another, bright and adorable grin. Jumping back a little, she gave a little fist pump in the air, similar to one performed by her idol Rainbow Dash as she celebrated.

“Awww yeah! You’re the best Sweetie Belle!” At that, Sweetie’s face burned into her usual shade of pink and the air flew out of her lungs in a quick gasp as Scootaloo sprung in her direction and landed with her hooves tight around their target, none other than the blushing, young unicorn herself. Not less than a moment later, Sweetie’s mind turned itself back on again and she worked at moving her own hooves to reciprocate her crush’s gesture. Hold on, “crush”? Sweetie took a moment to silently consider it. Scootaloo was supposed to be her best friend, but despite that, especially now in her current position with her, she did begin to consciously detect that there was something more than that. Though it was slightly confusing, given she hadn’t exactly heard of two fillies having these feelings for each other before, it felt natural. If there truly was an issue, she decided she would deal with it later. All that mattered at that moment was what was happening now, and right now she was with somepony she cared about very much.

Another loving moment later, Sweetie detected Scootaloo beginning to pull herself away, indicating that she had had enough of the embrace. Reluctantly, she let her go. Though disappointed, it wasn’t long before she became reacquainted with a former source of happiness: Scootaloo’s adorable face, which was now smiling at a far more modest extent. Sweetie stared and stared as long as she could. She never wanted to look away. Her heart was now thumping in her chest as strongly as it could; her pupils grew to twice their size, allowing Scootaloo to get a peek of her soul. She even thought she saw Scootaloo blushing along with her. That’s when a new idea fluttered into Sweetie’s brain… and it was a very naughty one at that. She just had to wait for the right moment. They were trapped in their optical embrace for what have must have been a minute, not saying a word. As a result, Scootaloo started feeling a strong musk of awkwardness developing and floating through the air. She shook her wings a bit and took in a deep breath in preparation to break the silence. But before she could, Sweetie spoke up.

“You know what I just realized?”

“What?” Scootaloo replied, tilting her head slightly, her blush flaring up a little in intensity.

“Yesterday, I was the one giving EVERYPONY a chance to feel good and what did I get?”

Scootaloo merely blinked for a moment considering Sweetie’s question. Relaxing, she sat down on the floor just below her.

“…not really anything I suppose. Do you want to feel good too Sweetie?” Scootaloo smirked a tad, having then realized how erotically charged her question was.

“Well yeah of course but… there’s something else I want to try…”

“Really? Like what?”

“Well, first of all, I want to know: How much do you want me to cast my spell on you? Like, what are you willing to do, how far would you go?”

Scootaloo tilted her head again trying to understand exactly what she was trying to ask.

“Well, we’re best friends aren’t we? And best friends help best friends with favors, though I am sorry I haven’t considered your feelings a little more and I’m willing to fix that, that is IF I am able to fix it…”

Noticing the naivety in Scootaloo’s answer, Sweetie Belle gave an evil smirk and a small, squeaky chuckle.

“But what if I REFUSE to help you… unless you do something special for me?” she spoke with a strong vibe of devilishness.

At this point, Sweetie’s intentions were made clear to Scootaloo and she immediately went into a blush full force and her wings rocketed away from her sides. Her nervousness froze every muscle in her body except for the ones in her throat that let out a loud, audible gulp. Sweetie watched this reaction with a satisfied, somewhat sadistic smile on her face.

“What… what do you want me to do?” she stuttered, finding it unusually difficult to muster up the courage to ask.

Sweetie didn’t say anything. Instead she let her actions make up for her words by slowly tiptoeing towards Scootaloo who was now backing up in return. Eventually they made it to the other side of the treehouse and Scootaloo no longer had anywhere to run. Sweetie chuckled for a moment before beginning to close in on her prey. Though she felt a little bad for possibly scaring her, she knew Scootaloo owed her for all the pleasure she gave out yesterday. She was going to get her well-deserved kiss whether Scootaloo liked it or not. Finally close enough to make the final approach with her neck, Sweetie began to close in on the other filly’s face, making sure to take her sweet time. It wasn’t often she got to be the one in control. Almost there now, there wasn’t more than maybe four inches remaining and she was already able to feel the soft and warm, yet quick breaths of her prey. Her nose twitched in reaction to the now blatantly apparent somewhat sweaty yet still pleasant musk emanating from the young Pegasus.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* banged the clubhouse door just before the door handle turned and it began opening with a loud creak. This resulted in a full five seconds, a full five seconds too long, of “deer-in-headlights” syndrome for the two apparent “lovers”. This was plenty of time for their new visitor, who was now eyeing them together from top to bottom, to drop their jaw as far as it would go thus letting out a gasp, and to let their eyes pop open wide while their pupils shrunk down to having the circumference of the tip of a pin.

‘Horse feathers, we forgot to lock the door!’ thought Sweetie Belle in frustration, now regaining control of her muscles and moving far to the side of Scootaloo in an instant.

“Just what in tarnation are ya’ll doin?” quizzed the flustered yellow filly known as Apple Bloom. Scootaloo, though still blushing and returning her wings to her sides could not reciprocate anything in response other than a clichéd, nervous chuckle. Sweetie Belle wasn’t faring too well either. She was so close, but then they just HAD to get caught. A moment later after Apple Bloom had made her way to the other side of the treehouse, though staying a decent distance away, Sweetie Belle sighed and accepted the inevitable.

“SCOOTALOO wanted me to make her feel good again.” Sweetie cringed as her horn sprung to life, but quickly forgot about it and became satisfied when she watched the Pegasus, who was now on the floor, twist and turn in pure ecstasy. She chuckled a little when she noticed the tiny puddle of love fluids that had formed on the floor very near her soft, luscious love garden. Ignoring this, Apple Bloom continued.

“That don’t explain why ya’ll was all super close to each other,” Apple Bloom’s startled emotions faded away as new desire to tease took over, thus forming a small grin,

”Ah know exactly what Ah saw.” She trotted up to the space between her friends, picked Scootaloo up from the floor, and pulled them all together into a group hug. “So what do all of us FRIENDS want to do today to earn our cutie marks as FRIIIIIEEEENDS?” Scootaloo pulled herself out of the embrace and retorted.

“Why are you thinking about that now? We still have yet to discover the true potential of Sweetie’s power. Think of the possibilities! Hay, we may even get some sort of cutie mark in the process!” Apple Bloom tilted her head in concern.

“But didn’t ya’ll listen in class yesterday? We ain’t sposed to be using that power just wherever we want?” This retort only resulted in a repeated response from Scootaloo, the one that she, just not too long ago, was giving Sweetie Belle.

“Oh come on, Apple Bloom, liven up. Those stupid adults just want to ruin all the fun like they always do.” By this time, Scootaloo’s physical features had almost completely hidden her rapidly fading embarrassment.

“Yeah, lighten up,” agreed Sweetie.

“Hmmm, Ah don’t know, Applejack was mighty strict with me last night. All night, she just wouldn’t shut up about it, bringing it up after every five seconds… actually, on second thought, we SHOULD go have some fun with it,” chuckled Apple Bloom evilly.

“Your sister talked to you about it too? Did she give away any of the “oh-so-secret” details that we’re apparently “too-immature” to handle?”

“She probably wouldn’t even tell me if Equestria were gonna blow up to smithereens! All throughout her annoyances Ah asked her about it but she wouldn’t tell me anything other than “Don’t let your friend Sweetie use her spell on anypony else!” and “You have to respect others and keep them feelin’s to yourself.””

Sweetie Belle turned to her their feathered friend, who merely stared blankly at the other two, only somewhat understanding what they had to deal with. Although she and Rainbow Dash were “honorary sisters” she still tended to spend most of her time without her, mostly because she was so busy all the time.

“What about you? Did Ms. Cheerilee talk to your mom?” asked Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo’s heart sank at the mention of her mother. Although she loved her and always will, she didn’t like to talk about her with any pony, not even her best friends. She was always busy with her three different jobs, the two of them having a home with food to eat a result of her arduous labors. Regardless, knowing she could trust her friends, she forced herself to speak the truth.

“Yeah she did.”

“And?” returned Apple Bloom.

“Well, all that happened was Ms. Cheerilee came to our door and my mom had a little chat with her. I had to stay hidden so I could only make out a very small part of it, and it wasn’t anything new. After that she simply went back to sleep in her room again.”

“Oh…,” said Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle in unison. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Sweetie Belle spoke up.

“Oh my goodness, I know EXACTLY what we should do, guys! We can go around town finding victims for me to cast my spell on! It’ll be hilarious!”

“Now you’re talkin’! That’s just the Sweetie Belle I like to see,” beamed Scootaloo. Apple Bloom’s solemn expression disappeared as well.

“That’s an amazing idea Sweetie! Can ya’ll just imagine the looks on their faces?”

In unison, each filly imagined what sort of results their devilish plan could conjure up and they all exploded into a furious bout of laughter.

“Sounds like we have a nice long day of fun ahead of us, girls!” announced Apple Bloom in new found excitement. “Cutie Mark Crusader… uh… feel gooders, yay?”

The other two shared glances before shaking their heads in disapproval.

“Come on, we can do better than that. What was it that Ms. Cheerilee called it yesterday? It was like an official term for it or something,” said Scootaloo.

“I think it was… an organism or something like that. Come on, somepony help me remember,” said Sweetie Belle. The three fillies sat down on their haunches, each trying their best to recall the fading memory. So much had happened the previous day that a lot of events still hadn’t properly sank into their long-term memory banks yet. Finally, Scootaloo came up with the answer.

“I got it! It was called an ‘orgasm’, wasn’t it!” she screamed enthusiastically. This immediately made the memory return to the other two.

“Yes! That’s definitely it. Good job on remembering that… Scootaloo.” With a shine and a snap, Scootaloo was rewarded with yet another explosion of pleasure. It was almost as though she were being trained to be good at things with Sweetie Belle as her owner. As Scootaloo withered on the floor, Apple Bloom shyly made a suggestion to Sweetie Belle.

“Hey… Ah was just wonderin’ if maybe ya’ll could lend me a hoof…” Apple Bloom had now developed a small blush of her own and she faced her unicorn friend with a sheepish smile. Sighing, yet still happy to oblige her friend, Sweetie Belle granted her wish.

“Of course I can… Apple Bloom.” Shine and snap went her horn and the apple filly joined her Pegasus friend on the floor. By this time, Scootaloo had already finished but she was still waiting for control to return in her legs. She smiled as she watched Apple Bloom moan and groan through her orgasm. Suddenly, she remembered something.

“Oh man, I almost forgot. Apple Bloom, I know she’s the spell caster and all, but don’t you think she deserves some pleasure herself?” Apple Bloom’s final contraction had made its pass by the time she finished her sentence. Slowly, she turned over onto her soft belly and pushed herself up on her haunches. Her moist vagina pressed against the floor damping it with her amorous juices. The two satisfied fillies exchanged glances before simultaneously looking over at Sweetie who was now blushing at the suggestion.

“Sweetie, do you think your spell would work on yourself?” asked Apple Bloom.

“I… I’m not sure, I haven’t tried it.”

“Well, there ain’t a better time than now. Try it!” Apple Bloom smiled as she got up, walked over to her friend and placed a hoof on her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie prepared herself for the unknown to her sensation that was known as an “orgasm”. She didn’t quite understand why, but being the target of her own spell with such an effect seemed really embarrassing, despite knowing that she could trust her friends with something so personal. After one final glance into each of the other fillies eyes, which had the subconscious effect of reassurance on her, she cast her spell.

“Sweetie Belle,” she said firmly. A second passed, then five seconds, then ten, with no visible effects taking place.

“Well, there you have it. Nothing,” said Scootaloo, feeling deep sympathy for her friend who seemingly couldn’t experience the same pleasure as she and Apple Bloom did.

“Maybe I have to say it differently, because I’m the caster,” suggested Sweetie Belle. She began to reiterate her name again this time with different tones, speeds and accents, but despite her effort, she continuously failed to reach her own climax.

“Why isn’t it working!?” groaned Sweetie, obviously frustrated.

“Well it may just be a guess, but it’s probably cuz’ you’re the actual source of the spell,” remarked Apple Bloom. Finally giving up, Sweetie Belle sighed and slumped down onto the floor. A moment later, still with her dissatisfied expression, she rolled over onto her back, thus partially exposing her goods to her friends. Watching her friend’s naively immodest display, Scootaloo got an idea.

“Hey, remember how Ms. Cheerilee said that magic wasn’t the NORMAL way one would have an orgasm? I believe you’re actually supposed to rub yourself or something…” That last comment made Sweetie’s face turn bright red in embarrassment and she immediately got up onto her haunches with her tail in-between her legs to hide her shame.

“I… I don’t know. That sounds kinda embarrassing. Could I maybe get some privacy first or something?” asked Sweetie, her voice cracking from nervousness. Scootaloo mused over the suggestion for a moment before confidently shaking her head.

“No way! You got to see both of us in pleasure loads of times. This time it’s our turn!” she said. Apple Bloom nodded in agreement.

“It’s only fair Sweetie. Come on, we’re best friends…” she paused shooting suspicious looks at the others as she emphasized the word ‘friends’, “Ah’m sure we can trust one another enough.”

“Come on, just give it a try. It’ll be a learning experience for all of us, for when and if you end up losing your power,” egged on Scootaloo with an increasingly evil look on her face, now being able to get revenge.

“Yeah about that… yesterday Ms. Cheerilee had Twilight come talk to me about it and she’s currently searching for a solution at this very moment. When we finish with our pranks today, we can go see her!”

“That sounds good. But don’t think that it means you’ll get out of tryin’ to rub yourself. We ain’t goin anywhere until ya’ll have an orgasm!” Apple Bloom grinned even wider as she saw how many more shades of red she made her gain from her comment. Giving in, Sweetie sighed, walked over to the nearest wall of the treehouse and laid back against it.

“Fine. But don’t you dare make fun of me…” said Sweetie, taking a deep breath to calm herself, only to find to her dismay it wasn’t working very well. Her heart was speeding up again, along with the other typical signs of embarrassment such as over sweating and a powerful blush. It wasn’t until she realized her two friends now had a full view of her filly-hood that the full scale of the situation dawned upon her. Her friends nodded their heads at her request, but their smiles seemed to show other intentions.

‘Am I really doing this? I must be out of my mind…’ she thought to herself. That’s when she noticed Scootaloo. Even with the obviously over compromising situation she found herself in, she could still recognize the intense attractiveness in her. With the filly in question available as a visual-aid, Sweetie began to think up dirty thoughts, just as she had done two nights ago. Slowly her breathing quickened. She imagined a fantasy where Scootaloo’s face was just a bit closer, right in front of hers, with their lips interlocked in a wrestle of love. She imagined herself using her hooves to explore her strong, athletic body with her lover returning the favor. This is just what she needed to get started.

Slowly, whilst somewhat forgetting that her friends, including the very filly she was fantasizing about were in the room with her, she brought her right hoof down towards her watering love-hole. Closer and closer it got building the anticipation in the entire club house. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom both were blushing furiously as they soon forgot their sadistic intentions and instead displayed complete interest and arousal towards their friend who was ever so close to start rubbing herself in one of the most sensual ways they could imagine.

Finally, contact had been made. Sweetie flinched a tad as felt the coldness of her hoof come into contact the much warmer in contrast lips of her filly-hood. Slowly, she began to move her hoof up, down, and around. For a split second, a short burst of pleasure wrecked through Sweetie’s body, causing her to moan and tremble.

Unfortunately, it seemed her horn had other plans. Out of nowhere, it sparked up into a fierce red flash of light and it let out an ear shattering explosion that must’ve rung out towards the rest of Sweet Apple Acres for miles. As for Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, it most certainly knocked them out of their dazes and they quickly rushed over to the wall to help their friend. Sweetie obviously had taken a painful blow. It was probably the most painful thing she had ever experienced in her life. Although the pain only lasted as long as the explosive response, she still had the ever so gruesome memory of it, fresh in her mind and as the stress built up inside her, stress that spawned from frustration, the pain and the fact that she couldn’t get off, she lost herself into a wave a grief. To say she was crying would have been an understatement; she was bawling her eyes out like a foal. Through her tears, she could hear a worried Apple Bloom and Scootaloo begging her to respond to them, so that they would know “where it hurt” per say and if they needed to get help.

“Sweetie please, Ah need ya’ll to tell me if anything still hurts,” Apple Bloom begged, tears welling in her own eyes. Sweetie Belle merely shook her head. Sighing in relief, the two worried ponies pulled their crying friend into a loving embrace.

“I… I’m so sorry, Sweetie, I didn’t think something like that would happen. Please calm down, you’re okay, please… don’t cry…” said Scootaloo. Despite her efforts to stay strong for Sweetie Belle, she could no longer hold in her own tears, and a few small droplets escaped from her eyes and landed in Sweetie Belle’s soft fur.

Five minutes later, Sweetie Belle had finally calmed down and the three remained silent for another ten. Finally, Sweetie released herself from her caring friends’ grips and gets up.

“Well… that was a disaster. That explosion really hurt.”

“Do you think any pony heard it?” asked Scootaloo, to which the three perked up their ears a listened for a moment. Other than the basic ambience of nature, there were no other sounds. The three sighed together before Sweetie Belle perked up again.

“Hey, I think we have some pranks to pull. Let’s just forget this whole catastrophe ever happened.” The other two fillies nodded.

“Agreed. Anyway, who do you think we should prank first?” asked Apple Bloom. At that, the group of fillies started talking about the different aspects and the victims for their pranks. It was already noon, so they only had about 6 hours remaining in their day before they had to return home. Once decided, they all headed out the door with Apple Bloom at the rear, locking it behind her.

***

Rainbow Dash felt free. Although she was technically doing work, she could not help herself but squeal in delight as she flew at top speeds through the sky from cloud to cloud adjusting their positions. This proved to be quite the workout and she found her throat had gone almost completely dry. Flying over to the main shopping square of Ponyville, she searched around for a place where she could purchase a refreshing glass of lemonade. Eventually, she noticed there was a small lemonade stand set up right next to a family restaurant; it appeared to be run by two young ponies, a filly and colt that must’ve been the offspring of that restaurant’s owner. Smiling, she began to glide in their direction, and she pulled out a single Bit she intended to use for her purchase.

“Hey there! I couldn’t help but notice you two were selling some absolutely awesome looking lemonade?” Smiling in excitement, the filly quickly nodded her head.

“A cup will only cost you one Bit, miss,” she replied, trying her best to sound formal. Rainbow simply chuckled at this gesture and she handed over the money.

“Here you are kiddo. Spend it wisely.” The young filly graciously took her customers money and she stowed it away in a small jar that was hidden under the table. Meanwhile, the colt pulled out a decently sized plastic cup and picking up the lemonade pitcher in his mouth, he filled the cup all the way up to the top line. After setting it down, he slid the cup over to their customer.

“That looks delicious! Thank you so much!” said Rainbow. At that, as she could no longer withstand her thirst any longer, she swiftly picked up the cup and began to pour the icy, quenching liquid down her throat. Suddenly, mid swig, an unknown voice rang out throughout the air.

“Rainbow Dash!” This utterance of her name was then almost immediately followed by a moderately noisy pop and the startled Pegasus felt her body being consumed by a mysterious magical aurora. Being as fast as she was, by this time she had already finished half of her beverage. Unfortunately for her however, the spell’s effects acted faster and she felt her whole body ignite as spontaneous sexual reactions took place. Though she was a tough pony, she never really had much stamina when it came to sexual matters, so as the new orgasm thundered through her body from her now almost completely soaking wet mare-hood, she couldn’t help but collapse to the ground… along with her lemonade.

“Oh… man… why is this happening now? Ohhhhh…,” moaned Rainbow. The two children, in reaction merely stared at her wide eyed with their jaws dropping as far as possible. They hadn’t noticed the magical aurora that had formed around her a second ago, so they kept looking from their product, to Rainbow and back again wondering if maybe what was happening was their fault. Rainbow seemed to be having a hard time containing herself, resonating with periodic, loud moans and groans as each contraction rocked her athletic body, leaving her vaginal walls even more and more soaked. In response, all the ponies around her began to look in their direction and stare.

Meanwhile, though unnoticeable to the spasming Pegasus, there came the innocent serenade of three innocent, now chuckling young fillies from behind a distant shop wall, all of which trying their best to contain themselves from getting too loud, thus preventing unwanted attention. Finally having had seen enough, they began heading towards their next victim.

Fluttershy was just then out in her yard with a frown on her face. Though the exact words that were said were barely audible to the just then sneaking-up-in-the-shrubbery little pranksters, she appeared to be speaking to the birds that were perched on one of her trees.

“It’s… okay. I know you three can take care of her chick if you work together. Losing Macie was a tragic loss, but we have to move on,” said Fluttershy, resulting in the four of them to bow their heads in respect for the dead.

“Okay Sweetie, it’s show time!” whispered Scootaloo to Sweetie Belle.

“Fluttershy!” she squeaked! Once again, Sweetie’s horn sparked to life, a loud snapping noise rang out, and a red aurora completely surrounded the shy animal-whisperer.

In reaction, Fluttershy let out a startled yelp having just then been startled by the sudden, unexpected mention of her name, a feeling which only lasted a moment. Just as it happened with the many other’s who’d been targeted by Sweetie’s spell, this is precisely when her sudden climax began to kick in. Her expression quickly transformed from one of remorse for the death of one of her many forest friends to one of absolute ecstasy. Her legs buckled beneath her, causing her to fall to the ground. Her fragile body began to sweat profusely and her lungs heaved thus indicating a dire-need for more oxygen. Down between her legs, her own vaginal cavities contracted continuously, thus simultaneously spewing out a plentiful amount of her own mare juice. It leaked out her vaginal opening and ran down her leg before finally soaking into the grass below.

In reaction, the birds watched their pony friend shake and writher in her pleasure for the few moments it took to conclude in complete shock at her utter disrespect for their dead friend. Giving her a disgusted look, the three birds opened their wings, flapped them and flew away with no intentions of ever returning. Fluttershy quickly noticed this and forced herself up onto her hooves.

“Nooo, where are you going? Come back, this was all just a misunderstanding!” she squeaked to no avail.

Meanwhile, her secret audience members found themselves laughing at the situation, completely oblivious to the solemn nature of the situation. Having then noticed Fluttershy making her way back to her house, they snuck away to somewhere safer to discuss further victims. Finally finding a shady area with sufficient solitude, they engaged in their conversation.

“Man, this is really fun you guys. But I’ve been thinking. We’ve only really been targeting mares and fillies from here and there. I think we should find a good colt or stallion to prank, to change it up a little,” suggested Sweetie. Almost immediately, Apple Bloom’s eyes lit up as she then instantly knew who they should then prank.

“If ya’ll need a good stallion in need of a good joke, then mah big brother Big Mac would be the perfect candidate!” The other two fillies gasped and smiled at the awesomeness of their friend’s response.

“He sounds perfect. Let’s get to work right away,” said Scootaloo, rubbing her hooves together menacingly.

“Big Mac ought to be out in our barn right now, makin’ gold ol’ Apple Family Apple Sauce!” said Apple Bloom. At that, the three fillies made their way to their destination.

***

Back at the barn, Big Mac had just finished mashing yet another large bucket of freshly bucked Apples into a fine paste. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he began heading towards the next basket of apples that were sitting next to the wall, only to stop in surprise after hearing a strange noise. Pausing, he perked up his ears and began listening for it again carefully. A few seconds passed and… nothing. Finally letting his guard down, he shook off the idea as just having heard an unusual creak in the barn’s structure and he continued towards the basket. Finally just about a foot away, he bent down and prepared to lift the heavy basket with his powerful jaws.

“Big Mac!” came the high-pitched, excited squeal of an unknown filly. Startled, Big Mac dropped the basket with a loud thud and stood up straight. Before he could react however, he suddenly felt his body beginning to be exposed to magic that was unusually high in power.

Having entered in through a secret entrance, the three mischievous fillies watched Apple Bloom’s big brother from the above rafters. Not three seconds later from Sweetie’s utterance did the first sign of his orgasm make itself clear. All three of them chuckling simultaneously, they watched as Big Mac’s massive penis swiftly engorged itself with blood. Big Macs face contorted in shock at the suddenness of the event before contorting into pleasure as instinct took over, forcing himself to prepare for what was sure to come. He immediately dropped down onto his haunches before rolling over flat onto his back. Another second occurred before his massive member finally erupted with a long, thick strand of pearly white semen landing all over his thick, muscly stomach. Two pumps, six pumps, nine pumps later, the three peeping toms watched bright eyed in fascination as Big Mac’s genitals covered himself… and to his dismay, the bucket of produce in front in him with what seemed to be a gallon of boiling hot, fresh stallion love batter, all the while letting out deep, manly moans and groans.

Now that the show had ended, the three fillies escaped the same way they had come in and they ran off back towards the direction of the tree house, but stopping part way as they had made sure they were far away enough from any other ponies.

Together, as best friends, they all had massive smiles painted on their faces and they laughed hysterically. A few moments passed before they finally calmed down. Sweetie was the first to speak.

“Man, you guys. Today has been absolutely amazing! I wish it would never end… but look. The suns beginning to set…” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo turned their heads with their friend a smiled gently whilst reminiscing on their fun. After a moment of thought, the fillies exchanged glances and nodded. They knew what they had to do to finish off those spectacular few hours. Walking in the direction of the sun, they discovered an optimal viewing point, just at the top of a small hill. Silently, they all stared and watched as the celestial body slowly made its way towards the edge of all the land, just as it always did each and every day. Sweet Apple Acres was now beginning to glow a bright orange, along with the sky. Everything looked absolutely beautiful.

As if to compliment the moment, Sweetie Belle decided to release a simple tune from her voice box, not one containing any lyrics, but one that contained various la’s and other musical noises that were incoherent in a normal sentence; all of them formed together into a beautiful composition like a work of exquisite art. Then together as one, each Cutie Mark Crusader listened intently to each and every note, making sure to savor the supposed audible flavor.

Out of nowhere, Sweetie’s horn yet again sprung to life in response to the new stimulus. First, it glowed its usual green before quickly fading into the typical red. This is where the effect began to differ from all the other times it had reacted: instead of forming a glow around the targeted pony, in this case, there being no specific one, a swift burst of red energy exploded from it, engulfing it’s owners friends in a kind of magical field that only lasted a split second after it had finally reached its final range. As before, this sudden burst of energy was accompanied by a somewhat loud pop or bang.

As though Sweetie were oblivious to its effects, Sweetie continued her little composition and after sensing something happening to her friends with her peripheral vision, she turned to her friends and retracted slightly in confusion at the sight, all the while continuing to sing.

Right there on the grass, both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were rolling around, moaning in what appeared to be extreme ecstasy.

“Awww yeah… don’t stop singing Sweetie Belle! Buck this is… mmm” moaned Scootaloo, her vaginal walls practically leaking their fluids out like a faucet, the surplus of which dripping down her inner thigh before soaking into the grass below.

“Oh buck… this is… oh Celestia… just don’t stop!” agreed a moaning Apple Bloom.

Naturally, Sweetie knew she couldn’t have a coherent conversation if she had kept this up. However, as it was her friends’ requests, she decided to finish her song as originally expected. Luckily, there was only about 30 seconds left, all of which left both of her friends in their pleasurable trance, rolling and jerking around in the grass.

Finally, Sweetie sang the final note to her tune and her horn ended its luminance thus returning to normal. Simultaneously, both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s final vaginal contractions had made their way through their bodies and then they laid still.

Sweetie dropped her body even lower, moving from a sitting position into a laying-on-her-belly one. She waited patiently as her satisfied friends recovered. One glance at their private parts revealed that they were each completely drenched in their natural love juice, the grass below proving to show a similar display. Sweetie chuckled a little at this. Finally, Scootaloo was the first to speak.

“Just what in Equestria was that? Out of all the orgasms you gave me that had to have been the most amazing one!”

“’The most amazing’ being an understatement in my opinion,” remarked Apple Bloom, giving a sheepish smile.

“Well, I guess my singing triggers a kind of pleasure field effect, one that causes orgasms to last until I stop,” hypothesized Sweetie Belle.

“Does this mean that we went all day pranking other ponies one by one, only now figuring out that we could take down an entire area?! Man, that’s just unfair!” muttered Scootaloo.

“Don’t worry ya’ll. Ah’m sure there’s still plenty of time left for us to get in one final master prank before we have to go home. Are ya’ll thinkin’ what Ah’m thinkin’?” asked Apple Bloom, a new devilish smile forming on her face. The other two nodded in support, just then sporting their own expressions of satisfaction just imagining the possibilities. After taking a moment to discuss the specifics, they began galloping at full speed back towards Ponyville Square.

***

At this point, the sun had finally made its way below the horizon, and Ponyville Square was blanketed in a deep shadow of darkness… which was then almost immediately reilluminated by the magical street lamps that lined the sides of the pathways and hung on the porches of random civilian houses. As it was just barely twilight, there was no need for the crowd to disperse, an event that was reserved for the deep night when everypony went to bed, so naturally the shopping area was still hustling and bustling with ponies young and old, big and small and of all races. This provided the absolute perfect opportunity for the now approaching pranksters to wreak their havoc on the unsuspecting Ponyvillians. Approaching the apparent epicenter of the hustle and bustle, each crusader prepared themselves for what would happen after Sweetie began singing. They would have to make their escape quickly if they wanted to get out of their before somepony recovered and discovered them fleeing the scene.

In order to prevent themselves from falling under the effects of the spell, both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo wore extra-strength, magical earmuffs that prevented any of Sweetie’s music from reaching their eardrums. They had gotten them from Scootaloo’s junk closet at her house where she kept all sorts of interesting and even useful knickknacks. They had even already tested it out before hand to make sure they would work, and of course they did. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie began singing the exact same song she had sung out on Sweet Apple Acres.

For the first few seconds, no-pony seemed to pay attention, but then her horn went through its brand-new variant of its usual routine thus resulting in yet another magical explosion, one that engulfed the hundreds of mares, stallions, fillies and colts that populated the area. One by one, they each reacted in their own special way as each of their bodies were wrecked with an extreme orgasm, a sensation that was a first for many, especially the younger ones. Five, ten, thirty seconds passed before Sweetie finally finished her tune. For a few seconds before they made their escape, they watched as absolute chaos ensued.

Most of the females had fallen to the ground and had splurged massive amounts of liquid pleasure all over the pathway. Most of the males had stood their ground, but were now breathing heavily and sweating profusely over the hundreds of streaks of steaming, fresh cum all over the path ways. As for the young fillies and colts most were, as expected, lying on the ground absolutely too stunned and amazed at what they just experienced to talk.

Smiling amongst themselves, the three pranksters dashed for their escape. They had planned to head straight to Princess Twilight’s Friendship Castle to converse with the Princess before the news could spread. They had decided there wouldn’t be enough time to wait it off beforehand.

Upon arriving at the entrance, Sweetie Belle rang the magical doorbell to the castle. Each of the crusaders’ hooves were shuffling in place, as they were quite eager to get out of public sight before they were possibly caught in their suspicious situation. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal the bright, young alicorn. She smiled and prepared to respond to the sight of the young fillies she knew so well, but found that they had already disappeared into the castle, each giving their own little greeting as they passed her side. Though a little confused at their sudden intrusion, she shrugged it off and followed them down the long hallways to the throne room.

Finally together, Twilight began the conversation.

“Well, it is nice to see you all. Especially you, Sweetie Belle.” Twilight smiled as she mentioned the filly in question. “So you’re probably wondering how my research has been going, am I right?” she asked the small unicorn.

Sweetie nodded with a smile still on her face as she continuously replayed the very recent and very comical events in her mind over and over again. Despite this, she tried her best to not blurt it out to the kind Princess.

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I still haven’t figured out much about it. It’s amazingly complicated, from a magical standpoint that is. I feel that maybe there’s some sort of information that’s missing, such as when you explained to me how you got into this mess in the first place. Would you mind retelling me, but this time in as much detail as possible?”

Forming a response in her mind, Sweetie began to burn up as she recalled every steamy detail from that night.

“Uh… yeah… about that,” she stammered nervously. Oblivious to her discomfort, the three other ponies watched as the unicorn rapidly shifted her view back and forth between the princess and Scootaloo. Finally making a decision, Sweetie walked up to the princess.

“Um… can I whisper it to you Twi… uh princess?” inquired Sweetie, shooting a glance at her friends whose faces now reflected their curiosity.

“Of course,” replied Twilight modestly, now lowering her heard so the filly’s muzzle could reach her ear.

Sweetie then began to tell her the tale of how she obtained the strange power from the beginning, though somewhat abridged, she made sure to include every detail she thought would be important, including the fact that she had been fantasizing about Scootaloo in such a manner. Finally finishing her tale, she requested that she keep this information private, especially from the Pegasus in question.

Bringing her head back up to neutral position, Twilight merely smiled towards the blushing filly in reaction.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. Your secret is safe with me.” The Princess then turned towards the other two.

“Although I can’t disclose the information she just shared with me on her request, I can say that I just had an epiphany. I don’t believe it. The answer is so simple; it’s just been hiding under our noses!” Now excited, Twilight walked over to a table at the side of the room returning to what appeared to be a stack of various books and several sheets of paper with her hoofwriting scrawled over them. Ignoring the others for a while, she began to take notes, a phase that lasted a full five minutes. After signing her name at the bottom of her most recent discovery, Twilight returned to the now all curious young fillies.

“Though I have gathered minimal magical evidence for it, I think the solution is for Sweetie to have her own orgasm! Though I’m still not precisely sure as to why her magic has been acting this way, I’d bet my flank it to be a natural development issue in her magical abilities that just so happened to latch onto her sexuality. Now Sweetie, have you tried casting your spell on yourself?”

Sweetie Belle nodded once in response.

“Yep, and absolutely nothing happened. I also tried the normal method of reaching an orgasm and… well let’s just say it hurt a lot when my horn got angry at me.”

Boggled at this new information, Twilight pondered for a moment.

“Maybe... there’s still another way…” Twilight’s mouth formed a smile as she imagined the embarrassed reaction she would obtain from what she was about to suggest.

“Huh?” Sweetie tilted her head slightly in confusion.

“Maybe… just maybe… if you let somepony else masturbate… or rub you down there… your horn will “get what it wants” per say and it will allow you to achieve orgasm.” Sadly, she didn’t get the reaction she so hoped for. The fillies still had the same confused looks on their faces… still not entirely sure they had heard her correctly or if they could understand what she was trying to say.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from down the hallway, followed by the constant echo of galloping hooves followed by the appearance of a distraught female unicorn who was heaving heavily after her long run.

“Sweetie Belle! There you are! You are in so much trouble young lady!” roared Rarity, rapidly approaching her sister.

Too afraid to speak, the three fillies remained silent.

“Do you know what Sweetie just did, Twilight? She somehow caused almost the WHOLE TOWN to have an orgasm at the same time! And what do you know? I was right there with them!”

Twilight, now visually surprised shifting her gaze from the one sister to the other in an accusing manner. Even without them saying it explicitly, Sweetie knew she had to try to explain herself. Instead, Apple Bloom spoke up for her.

“Well ya see what happened was, we came up with this idea to have some fun with Sweetie’s spell… despite ya’ll tellin’ us not to. We went around pullin’ pranks on many different ponies, hiding somewhere near em and having Sweetie call out their name at just the right moment. Then after, when we were watchin’ the sunset together, Sweetie started singing and that’s when we discovered that she could cause a whole town of ponies to orgasm at once.”

For a moment, no-pony spoke at this reaction. Finally, Rarity relaxed and sighed.

“Okay, I understand. You were all just trying to have some fun. But that still doesn’t change the fact that what you all have done was extremely inappropriate and not to mention disrespectful!” In their defense, Twilight spoke up.

“Oh come on, Rarity. Live a little,” Scootaloo perked up a little upon hearing an indirect reference to her phrases of that morning, “no-pony has ever died from a little pleasure. I’m sure there are some ponies out there who greatly appreciated the favor.” This earned another sigh from the older sister.

“Regardless of the effects of this “prank”, of which by the way I will be mentioning to Applejack and Sky Flyer very soon, you still disobeyed me when I told you not to use your power without the recipient’s permission, and for that you are grounded ALL day tomorrow, Sweetie Belle.”

Upon the mention of their guardians, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s faces contorted in fear and worry for their wellbeing. Sweetie Belle merely hung her head in shame, if only to get it all over with and avoiding making things worse. She still failed to understand the significance of the situation.

“Sweetie Belle, let’s go home and get some rest. I’m sure we’re both very tired from today’s events. Oh and Twilight, once I get these matters sorted out, I would like to have a chat with you.” Twilight nodded at her request, to which Rarity took as her cue to make her way to the exit of the castle with Sweetie Belle obediently following behind her. The sullen filly exchanged one last saddened glance with her friends before finally disappearing behind the wall of the room. There was silence for a moment before Twilight spoke up.

“I think you two really need to start heading towards your own homes now. It’s really getting quite late, and I’m sure your sister and mother are expecting you.”

Without saying a word, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom began making their own exit from the castle, first Scootaloo, then Apple Bloom with the trailing filly closing the big entrance door behind her.

Author's Note

Well, here it is, the first new chapter after this story's posting. Sorry for the wait, but considering its length, it should be worth it. If you find any bad mistakes, or catch Sweetie saying somepony's name without anything happening, please let me know so I can fix it. Thanks!