It was a little past midnight that Sunday morning. When Sweetie got home that evening Sweetie was forced by her sister to eat all the things she hated for dinner such as broccoli and onions. If she chose not to eat them, she’d go to bed hungry, which considering how starving she was, was pretty much impossible. Oh how she hated those foul vegetables. She was almost tempted to say her sister’s name again for revenge against her, but after all the events of the day, she decided to refrain from ever doing it without the target’s permission again, or at least she would try to. Not to mention she’d probably only get herself grounded even longer for that.

After dinner, she was sent straight to bed, where for several hours she was unable to get to sleep, almost like that previous Thursday night. The events of the day where still flying around her young mind, and were buzzing and ringing as though existing exclusively to prevent her from falling into a slumber. After the nth time trying, Sweetie sighed, sat up a bit in bed and began staring up at the moon-illuminated ceiling.

She then continued what she had been doing before, scrolling through her mind for any sort of information that could help her get out of this mess. She remembered the events of the tree house and how she had cried with her friends after her failed attempt at pleasing herself. She remembered her almost kiss with Scootaloo, the thought of which made her blush a little. She remembered being at Apple Bloom’s family’s barn, watching how Big Mac’s genitalia grew in size before spurting out seemingly gallons of some strange, creamy white liquid (she made a mental note to eventually go and figure out what that was), a memory to which, Sweetie giggled to herself for a brief moment.

A few more moments passed when suddenly, an unknown, small object tapped against her bedroom window. Startled, Sweetie jumped out of her thoughts and turned to observe, staring blankly out into the night. She waited a few seconds and thought over what exactly just happened. Finally, she ended up shrugging it off as it being just a stupid bird or something. She turned her gaze back to the ceiling, and almost immediately, another noise came from her window. Maybe one time could be passed off as a coincidence, but twice? Groaning, Sweetie picked up her slightly sleep-deprived body and slowly trotted over to the window. Yawning, she used her hoof to push open the window, thus letting the cool breeze of the night enter her room. Finally, she pushed her head out the window and looked down. She made a slight gasp as she realized who was standing there, just beneath her 2nd floor window on the grass outside.

“Heh, heh… h-hey there Sweetie Belle! Can you let me in? I want to talk to you about something…” stuttered Scootaloo, putting a fore hoof behind her head. Sweetie, merely blinked tiredly at her friend. After finally computing what she said, Sweetie responded with a yawn.

“I suppose, but you really shouldn’t be wandering around town at night. Who knows what’s lurking out there in the dark.”

“Yeah, I know, but this is really important,” said a now smiling Scootaloo, as she felt relieved her request had been accepted.

“Fine, fine. Just meet me at the front door,” replied Sweetie.

“Got it!” At that, Scootaloo made her way around the building to the front door. At the same time, Sweetie closed her window and made her way to her bedroom door. Before she could open it, it hit her. She realized exactly what pony she was meeting with… privately… in her OWN ROOM. Sweetie stopped in her tracks, her fatigue faded away as nervousness took control. She also realized that she was going to be sneaking her friend in… which would be very bad if Rarity found out, as she wasn’t allowed to be with friends while grounded. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie slowly and carefully opened her door, trying her hardest not to let it make even the smallest squeak. Finally through the door, she slowly tip-hoofed her way down the hall, down the stairs and to the front door.

Upon opening it, Sweetie found Scootaloo standing right at the door step as promised with a huge smile on her face, along with a slight blush. Without asking for permission, Scootaloo pushed her way past Sweetie and trotted over to the base of the stairs, where she stopped and turned to look at Sweetie.

“Aren’t you coming?” she whispered across the length of the room. Sweetie shook her head and regained control of herself.

“Oh uh… yeah. But you gotta be quiet! If Rarity finds out you’re here at night while I’m grounded I’m…”

“… in big trouble, yeah I get that. Just hurry!”

Carefully closing and locking the front door, Sweetie hurried as silently as she could to meet with her friend. Finally regrouping, the two climbed the stairs, snuck through the hallway and entered Sweetie’s room. Finally closing the door behind her, Sweetie let out a sigh of relief.

“Remember, the walls aren’t sound-proof, so you have to be quiet in here too,” Sweetie told Scootaloo in a hushed voice.

“I know that, stop being so paranoid,” retorted Scootaloo.

Rolling her eyes, Sweetie joined Scootaloo who was then sitting on the edge of her bed. For a few moments, absolutely nothing happened. The two fillies merely sat there, shifting their gazes from the bright lunar display just outside Sweetie’s window, to the other and back. As the seconds wore on, Sweetie found her heart to be beating faster and faster, and her cheeks got warmer and warmer. Finally, after finishing a gaze of the moon, the two fillies found themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes. At this realization, Sweetie made a quiet, squeaky gasp as she then subconsciously held her breath.

The sight before her was absolutely breathtaking, hence the fact she wasn’t breathing in the first place. Scootaloo, her supposed friend, that small orange Pegasus who could not fly, was sitting directly in front of her, and they were completely and utterly alone, and were sure to remain that way so long as they stay quiet. But that wasn’t precisely what made her hold her breath; it was actually the powerful details in that gorgeous filly before her that was the culprit. The moonlight shone through the window at the perfect angle, and each ray rebounded off the surface of Scootaloo’s deep, luscious, purple eyes in a way that allowed for them to be highlighted in a virtually perfect manner. Her typical messy mane and tail were also benefited in the same way. That fact coupled with the reality that was Scootaloo’s somewhat tomboyish and exciting personality, made her appear as a gem before Sweetie’s eyes.

Suddenly, Sweetie’s face began to slightly change to a shade of purple, which is when she realized she had been holding her breath. Discretely, she opened her mouth and let out her breath, thus letting her face return to normal. Scootaloo noticed this a little and chuckled to herself at her friend’s goofiness. Finally, she broke the silence.

“So… as I s-said before… there’s something I need to talk to you about,” stuttered the now increasingly blushing Pegasus, as she turned her head away from Sweetie to look at the floor beneath her hooves.

“Wha… what is it?” replied Sweetie, voice as shaky as Scootaloo’s.

“Well, I couldn’t get to sleep tonight because I couldn’t stop thinking…”

“Thinking? Thinking about what? The pranks we pulled yesterday?” Sweetie wasn’t about to get her hopes up just yet.

Scootaloo merely shook her head and continued to stare at the floor. A few awkward moments passed as Sweetie stared at Scootaloo’s face that continued to stare at the carpet.

“It’s okay to tell me Scoo… uh yeah, you can tell me anything…” stuttered Sweetie, nervousness growing as she caught herself before saying her name.

A few more moments passed before Scootaloo broke out of her statue like state, turned her head slowly to Sweetie and made an audible gulp.

“I… I was just thinking about what Princess Twilight said yesterday… right before… R-Rarity came in…”

Sweetie pondered for a moment before being taken aback in surprise as her memory came back to her. At the time, she didn’t have much time to think about the Princess’s suggestion before her sister stormed in the castle, but given the situation she couldn’t help but give her own nervous gulp. She remembered what she had said alright.

For a few more moments, the two excited fillies stared at each other, peering deep into each other’s eyes in hope of somehow being able to read the other’s mind. This was also the moment where Scootaloo’s wings began to slowly creep open to their full size as though they had a mind of their own. Neither filly took much notice of this however. Finally, Sweetie spoke up with an intense amount of nervousness evident in her voice.

“Do you… do you mean…” But before Sweetie could finish any sort of coherent sentence, Scootaloo began nodding her head.

“Her suggestion was that maybe it would work if there was somepony else who could… who could… t-t-touch your… ahem… filly hood,” Scootaloo cringed as though she had been fighting her body to say those final words, and she only managed to get them out as a tiny whisper. By now, her face was evidently bright red, much redder than it had ever been in fact. At the same time, Sweetie immediately picked up on what her friend was implying and her cheeks shaded to match with the Pegasus’s. Once again, the room was doused in silence as the two fillies contemplated what had been said as they stared into each other’s eyes. Finally, Sweetie overpowered her body and croaked out the confirmation question.

“Are you saying that… you want to… um… you know,” without realizing it, Sweetie finally broke their gaze and turned her own head towards the floor past her evidently shaking rear-legs. Sweetie couldn’t believe this was actually happening in reality. It all seemed too good to be true, and it had previously only felt to be a pipe-dream. Perhaps it was just a dream. Maybe she did actually fall asleep. Stereotypically, Sweetie Belle attempted to inflict pain on herself by smacking her hoof into her leg (she couldn’t pinch as she doesn’t have fingers) and as expected, a small burst of pain shot through her body. That pretty much confirmed that what was happening was indeed very real. Slowly, she turned her gaze back towards the Pegasus, who hadn’t really changed since she last looked at her.

“Y…yeah. I think it’s w-worth a try,” stammered Scootaloo. At that, the then brave Pegasus turned her gaze towards the space between them and grabbed Sweetie’s hoof with her own. The two then returned their gaze towards the still moon-lit window and minutes passed as Sweetie considered the request. Finally she realized that it would be absolutely crazy of her to pass this opportunity up. Finally, she made her decision, and she turned her head back to Scootaloo.

“Um… it’s okay. We can try it,” squeaked Sweetie Belle, almost too quiet for Scootaloo to hear.

“What was that?” asked Scootaloo, not sure if she had heard her right. Clearing her throat, Sweetie reiterated her previous comment.

“I said… it’s okay. We can give it a go… I mean… what’s the harm?” In response, Scootaloo’s face lit up in a smile.

“R-really?” almost immediately, Scootaloo caught-herself being over-enthusiastic and forced herself to return to being the figurative mouse she was just a moment before. Finally, Sweetie smiled back and nodded.

“Yeah… but only under one condition.” Sweetie had made up her mind. If she was going to do this, she had to make sure she was going to get the most out of it.

“Hmm? Under what condition?” Scootaloo tilted her head slightly in confusion, but despite that her rosy cheeks continued to tinge her skin.

That’s precisely when the shaking Sweetie Belle made her move. After taking a quick deep breath, Sweetie closed her eyes and quickly moved her face forward towards the adorable Pegasus. In response, Scootaloo let out a quick gasp, but that’s all she had time for as Sweetie’s now puckered lips made their way closer and closer to her own.

Finally, the short lived anticipation came to an end as both pairs of young filly lips came into contact with each other, making a subtle skin-on-skin smack with a hint of the suction kisses usually make. A moment later, after the stunned Scootaloo finally realized what was happening she closed her own eyes and began to make her own contributions towards the kiss. She pushed forward, pressing lips deeper into Sweetie Belle’s, not exactly sure what to do considering this was her first ever kiss. For a while, each filly continued the exploration of the other’s mouth, only separating briefly to get a refill on oxygen.

‘I…. I can’t believe I’m really doing this… this is amazing! Oh please, Celestia, don’t let this end!’ thought Sweetie in excitement, an emotion that was sustained by her small, heaving heart. A few minutes later, Scootaloo pulled her head back and ended the kiss. Sweetie Belle reciprocated the decision and finally each filly stayed very close to each other whilst opening their eyes for the first time in what seemed to be several absolutely wonderful years.

After once again, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment, Scootaloo spoke up.

“Sweetie Belle… does this mean…”

Sweetie smiled in response before giving a definite answer.

“Yes… I-I really, really, like you… er… love you.” At that, Sweetie’s cheeks relit themselves and her heart began to bang against the inside of her chest as though begging to be released.

Scootaloo, though nervous herself smiled and didn’t say word. Instead, she took Sweetie’s hoof and guided her into the middle of her bed where she could lay down against her pillows. Finally situated, Scootaloo took control and crawled over her so she could once again press her lips against the small unicorn filly’s.

Slowly, but surely, Scootaloo daringly began to move her way down her newfound lover’s body, moving from the lips to the neck, down to her chest and down to her cute little belly button. Before continuing, she briefly looked back up at her lover’s adorable, cherub face.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” asked Scootaloo, voice obviously shaking in nervousness and excitement. Sweetie failed to get her voice box to work, but she was able to maneuver her neck muscles into producing a subtle, yet definite nod.

“Ok… here goes nothing…” whispered Scootaloo. Scootaloo then resumed her kissing spree and made her way just below Sweetie’s navel. A few more kisses here and there and she finally made it to Sweetie’s already moistening filly hood. Scootaloo took a short whiff of it and took her time enjoying its sweet, intoxicating aroma. Not wanting to go too far too quickly, Scootaloo brought a hoof up to it and silently preparing herself, she made full contact with the marshmallow pony’s love hole.

“Nnnggg…,” gasped Sweetie jumping slightly in surprise at how intense the simple sensation was. Swiftly, she brought a hoof up to her mouth and gently bit down onto it in an effort to keep herself as silent as possible.

Experimentally, Scootaloo began to run her hoof in circles, at first starting slowly, but making sure to periodically increase her velocity. For the first minute or so, Sweetie stayed silent, but then she began to whisper out what seemed to be a moan of pleasure, a rather high-pitched, girly one at that.

Scootaloo then paused the circling for a moment to gently spread Sweetie’s legs out a bit more in an effort to get a better view of her filly hood. She then carefully used both hooves to spread each lip apart so she could get a better view of the inside. Finally, as though acting on instinct she brought her mouth closer to the soaking wet love garden and used her tongue to lick from the bottom of the slit all the way up to her little nub, all the while making sure to savor every last drop of flavor she could gather from Sweetie’s love juice. This earned another satisfying reaction from the receiving filly.

“Ohhhh… ungggg…., that felt so good. Please keep going,” uttered Sweetie Belle through her sexual trance. Scootaloo was more than happy to oblige as she continued her loving escapade by making several consecutive licks, each more vigorous and intense than the last. Sweetie could only moan and shudder in pleasure in response.

‘I am in heaven!’ thought Sweetie, barely even having control over her thoughts in her newly found euphoria, ‘I never want this night to end! Oh Celestia this is amazing!’ she practically screamed in her thoughts, but managed to refrain from doing so in real life in fear of awaking her sister. Suddenly, an idea came to her.

“H…hey… hold on a moment,” she struggled out of her lips to her lover.

“Yeah?” replied Scootaloo, lifting her head up to meet Sweetie Belle’s eyes.

“This feels really good and all, but I really like making you feel good too, so I thought maybe we could try something.” Scootaloo, as usual, turned her head slightly as curiosity took over. “Before we do it though, I want to see yours.”

“Uh… okay if that’s what you… w-want,” stuttered Scootaloo in response. Hurriedly, the fillies changed positions and Sweetie wasted no time in getting to know Scootaloo’s own sopping wet genitals.

Without a second thought, Sweetie jammed her nose and tongue deep into her lover’s somewhat sweaty yet still endearing musk. She made sure to swirl it inside and out of her vagina and of course plenty of attention was dedicated towards her swollen clitoris. This earned a sincere and somewhat embarrassing-to-her squeal from the horny, receiving filly.

Seconds turned into minutes as Sweetie Belle thoroughly licked her lover clean, making absolutely sure every inch of the pleasure garden was cleaned thoroughly with her tongue. Consequentially, Sweetie’s muzzle began to dampen from pressing it so close to Scootaloo’s fluids, but of course, she didn’t mind in the slightest. Finally, after triple checking to make sure Scootaloo’s pussy was completely covered in her saliva, Sweetie sat up and stared her lover in the eyes, which were barely open as though to only check why the wonderful sensations had stopped.

“Are you ready for the best part?” growled Sweetie Belle devilishly. Scootaloo could only nod in response, taking in the wonderful sight before her with Sweetie Belle covered in her juices.

Filled with anticipation, Sweetie Belle pulled her body over her lovers so that their faces were vertically aligned as well as their sopping wet filly hoods. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie closed her eyes and she brought her entire body down onto her lover, allowing Scootaloo to have a taste of her own juices as well as the now familiar taste of her lover’s saliva as they began a passionate French kiss. Each filly made sure to open their mouth as wide as possible so that their tongues could intertwine, one making sure the other could savor the powerful liquid it contained.

Simultaneously, Sweetie Belle’s flank lowered thus allowing her love garden to smoosh against her lovers; this act earned them a satisfying squishing noise as their love juices and saliva combined on their skin.

A moment later, Sweetie Belle began putting the final part of her plan into action as she then began to skillfully and precisely rock her hips back and forth thus creating friction on both of their filly hoods. This ended up creating even more sensual squishing noises between their legs.

“Mmmmmmhhh uhhhh Swmty Blle,” moaned Scootaloo through her partner’s lips, to which Sweetie made her own pleasure filled groan in response, though it contained no recognizable words.

Faster and faster she went, each loop earning a more satisfying groan from her lover. Finally Scootaloo couldn’t take it anymore. She used her front hooves to gently remove her lover from her lips so she could speak.

“I… I can’t hold out much longer, Sweetie B-Belle. I’m gonna orgasm!” As her face began to contort in pleasure as the ever so familiar sensation wrecked her body, Sweetie made sure to keep her focus on her lover’s eyes. Finally, Scootaloo went over the edge and she let out a deep gasp, which was followed by a powerful chorus of passion as the air escaped from her lungs. Uncontrollably, Scootaloo’s entire body shuddered, twisted and turned underneath her partner, but despite this, Sweetie Belle failed to cease her sensual hip thrusting. It was so much for Scootaloo that she even let out a cute whimper, which made Sweetie smile warmly.

“Does that feel good, Scootaloo? It feels good for me too, Scootaloo. Scootaloo, I love you so much,” moaned Sweetie, still continuing to rub against her lover. By now, their lower regions were drenched in each other’s love juices, and there was very little friction left, yet it still felt amazing to both of them. At the mention of her name, which coincidentally was at the end of her orgasm, Scootaloo gasped as Sweetie’s horn sprung to life in a brilliant red luminance making a mild burst of noise each time her name was iterated. Simultaneously, her body was wrapped in a continuous glow of magic and once again she entered an orgasm, but this time it was a bit different. As her name was said many times close together, it sort of felt like she was having multiple orgasms at once. Deciding to think over it later with a clearer mind, she let the continuous orgasms run through her body.

“Ohhhhhh Celestia, that’s… oh…,” moaned Scootaloo as a reward for her lover. All the while, Sweetie Belle continued thrusting her hips.

“Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo…” chanted Sweetie with a soft erotic voice. Ignoring the small taps of pain from her spellcasting, she watched as her lover shook and moaned under her power. She loved every second she spent watching her quiver in the pleasure that she caused.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo’s mind was filled with a fog as thick as pea soup. She simply could not get her mind to think straight. There must’ve been at least 10 orgasms happening to her at once, or at least that’s what it felt like. She found it was getting a tad difficult to even breathe, but despite that, she didn’t care. All she cared about was savoring every last juicy lightning bolt of pleasure that ran wild through her nerves, brain and spine, all the while uncontrollably withering under her lover’s hot, sweaty, secretion-soaked body. Finally, it became too much and she began to let out a scream, and tears began to well up in her eyes. But these weren’t tears of sadness; these were tears that were created by reaching a level ecstasy that was previously thought of as impossible.

In an effort to prevent her from being too loud, Sweetie stopped the chanting of her name and once again pressed her lips against Scootaloo’s. It worked. Her screams were now muffled by Sweetie’s throat. Because of this, only a few more moments passed before the now exhausted Scootaloo laid still, except for her lungs that were heaving heavily and her lips which continued to return the kiss.

Finally, through her thrusting, Sweetie felt it again. The same feeling she had only begun to experience in the past few days. She knew she had to make it this time. Her body was begging for it, aching for it ever since its existence was discovered by her.

Finally, as though it were some kind of miracle, the approaching feeling finally reached Sweetie in full force and she let out a powerful moan into Scootaloo’s throat as her body exploded into her first full orgasm and with her dream filly no less.

“Ohhhhhmmmmph…!”

Suddenly, as her orgasm continued its way through her body, her horn sprung to life, but this time instead of changing to red from green, it changed to orange. Other than that though, she was fine and she experienced the last of her vaginal contractions without a single ounce of pain. The light however, was bright enough to make Scootaloo open her eyes. The realization of what was happening made her twitch in worry and she made a visual analysis of her lover. Luckily, her face appeared to still be contorted in pleasure and was in fact still finishing up her climax.

That was it. The last contraction had come and gone, her pussy had leaked out every last bit of love juice it could muster for the time being and her muscles relaxed back to normal. With a sudden exhaustion taking over her body, Sweetie Belle rolled over from her lover to her side and laid on her back.

Both fillies were still heaving and left speechless from the amazing sensations they had the incredible opportunity to experience together. Eventually, Sweetie Belle got the power to turn her head towards Scootaloo. She smiled as she watched her relaxed, completely satisfied face with her mouth slightly open allowing for air to enter and leave her body.

“I… I had an orgasm... It was incredible,” mumbled Sweetie, too tired to speak correctly. Scootaloo continued to stare at the ceiling whilst continuing the conversation.

“That… was… bucking awesome…” she panted, “when you kept saying my name, it felt like I was having multiple orgasms at once. It sorta felt like I was going to die from absolute happiness.”

Upon finishing that sentence, Scootaloo turned her head towards the now satisfied unicorn. However, as soon as her pupils made contact with her, Sweetie’s horn once again sprung to life, this time turning a bright orange. Scootaloo grunted a bit from the new orgasm that then hit her body; it was as though she had run out of moans for the time being, so this orgasm came on as more annoying than anything. In addition to that, Sweetie discovered that she was now experiencing a severe headache.

“Owww, owww! Why is this happening? It hurts! Make it stop!” she groaned in pain. At that Sweetie closed her eyes and turned her head away from Scootaloo, which resulted in her horn ceasing its effects. Confused as to what just happened, she looked back towards Scootaloo for an answer… only to be “rewarded” with another burst of pain from her horn, and a grunt from Scootaloo. This time it was Scootaloo who moved, attempting to fight the shockwaves so she could leave the bed. A few seconds passed before Scootaloo recovered once again. A few moments passed before Scootaloo spoke.

“I… I think your horn reacts when we look at each other.”

“I’m thinking the same thing. Great. I finally have an orgasm and now my curse has just gotten worse, and it had to happen right when we were all exhausted too,” growled Sweetie Belle, annoyed with the change of events. A few moments passed in silence before Scootaloo responded still trying to avoid looking at Sweetie Belle in fear she might be doing the same.

“Look… we’re obviously too tired to do anything about it now. I’m going to stay and sleep here with you. Let’s just be careful not to look at each other. After we get a good night’s rest we can head straight to Twilight’s in the morning.”

“Won’t your mom get worried when she finds you missing in the morning?” asked Sweetie Belle with a yawn. Scootaloo merely dropped her head upon hearing about her mother. Sighing, she answered Sweetie truthfully.

“Oh, no. I’m sure she’ll just leave the house to her first shift of the day without checking in on me, like she always does.” Sweetie made no comment towards this explanation. “So anyway, I think we really need to get some shut eye,” she finished. Ignoring the stickiness of herself and the sheets, she climbed back in next to her lover. Sweetie still didn’t respond, and she continued to stare off into the darkness that was her room. Scootaloo quietly called out to her.

“Sweetie Belle?”

Silence once more.

“Are you okay?” At that, Sweetie let out a sniffle, and Scootaloo then immediately knew what she was doing.

“Oh… Sweetie please don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“I just don’t want to keep experiencing all this pain anymore,” Sweetie whispered through her sobs. In response Scootaloo gave a sigh, sat up, wrapped her hooves around her lover and pulled her under the covers with her, all the while making sure to keep her gaze elsewhere.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way to cure you. After all, how often does Princess Twilight let us down?”

“I… *sniff* can’t really remember any times… She is quite amazing,” Sweetie returned, now beginning to calm down.

“And hey, it seems we can still cuddle with each other as long as we keep our eyes closed,” cooed Scootaloo, doing the action in question. Sweetie followed her example and she let herself be pulled into Scootaloo’s warm, loving hooves from behind.

“Hey… I just remembered. What if Rarity sees us like this?” questioned Sweetie Belle.

“Don’t worry. I always naturally wake up earlier than every pony else. I’ll make sure we have time to get cleaned up so she doesn’t have to see our mess. Then when she does wake up, we can work together to sort things out with her.”

Sweetie Belle let out a muffled “mmhmmm” in response before her breathing slowed into a calm serenade of peace. She must have really been tired, falling asleep so quickly. Smiling, Scootaloo followed suit, and she herself fell into a deep sleep of bliss.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait. I had lots of things come up in my life that prevented me from writing, including lack of inspiration. Anyway, I feel this is an adequate return. Hope you enjoyed reading it... if you know what I mean.