*Chirp chirp* went the bird that was perched right outside Sweetie Belle’s window. It was morning once again, and the sun was already well over the horizon, casting a beautiful, relaxing, yellow glow over Ponyville, and inevitably, through Sweetie’s window and onto the two peacefully sleeping fillies in her bed. Whatever visible love juices that were previously prominent in the sheets had already dried up, but the smell of sex was still quite strong.

During the night, the two fillies had automatically ended their embrace, thus allowing them to toss and turn into whatever they subconsciously felt comfortable, which coincidentally oriented Scootaloo on her stomach with her head turned away from Sweetie Belle, and Sweetie Belle on her side away from Scootaloo, thus protecting them from the inevitable consequences, should they open their eyes.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and that’s exactly what happened five minutes till nine.

“Sweetie Belle, it’s time for breakfast,” called Rarity, who was then standing just behind Sweetie’s bedroom door. She waited for a moment and received no answer. So she knocked three times on the door and announced her entry.

“I’m coming in, Sweetie Belle.” At that, the fashion mare used her magic to turn the handle to the door and pushed it open.

“Sweetie, I’m sure you won’t want to miss breakfast. I made panc…,” she started, but as soon as her eyes laid upon the contrasting, orange, Pegasus and her sister in the same bed, along with the still strong, very obvious musk in the air, she couldn’t help but jump to conclusions. However, she decided to force her suspicions aside to allow them a chance to explain themselves.

“S…Scootaloo? Sweetie Belle? What are you two DOING?”

It was this sentence that effectively awoke Scootaloo. Groggily, she turned herself over onto her back and rubbed her eyes. A few moments later, she finally realized the situation she had found herself in, and her eyes snapped wide open to full attention. Cautiously, she turned to face the confused unicorn and gulped loudly.

“Oh… hello R-Rarity. Eh he he he…” stuttered Scootaloo, now looking to the side and putting a hoof behind her head. Her cheeks were starting to burn up in extreme embarrassment. Finally noticing that the unicorn next to her was somehow still asleep, she gave a gentle nudge on her shoulder, thus earning her reanimation.

“Sweetie Belle, we slept in too late,” whispered the Pegasus to the unicorn who had just then managed to sit up, though still with her eyes closed.

“Huh? Wha… What time is it?” she groaned with a yawn. After a quick rub of her still closed eyes with a hoof, she finally managed to open them… only to find herself staring directly at her sister who was standing in the doorway doing the same. Sweetie only had time to let out a gasp as her horn burst to life starting in green but quickly fading to orange. Just as it had done that previous night, she quickly developed a killer headache. She watched as Rarity collapsed on the floor in front of her moaning in pleasure and unable to mutter a single word before she realized that she had to look away. A few seconds later, her horn relaxed back into its natural state and her head ache faded, thus once more revealing her fatigue, though she was much more alert this time.

There was silence for a moment, but it wasn’t in anyway a calm kind of silence as the tension in the air was quite strong. Sweetie Belle kept her gaze towards her legs that were hidden under the covers. Rarity was still on the floor, still trying to comprehend what exactly just happened as her mind hadn’t cleared yet. Scootaloo kept a worried look on her face that shifted from Sweetie Belle to her sister and back. Finally, as Rarity regained control of herself and began trying to stand, Scootaloo spoke up.

“Eh he he, yeah… It seems Sweetie Belle’s… ‘condition’ has gotten worse.”

“I noticed,” groaned Rarity after taking several deep breaths to keep from overreacting and running off in embarrassment. Now wasn’t the time to abandon her sister.

“We really should get her to Twilight’s ASAP… er… do you even know what caused it to happen that time? It’s almost as though it happened when she merely looked at me.”

“That’s what we figured. When she and another pony look at each other, she causes the other to orgasm, but for some reason she herself experiences some pain,” replied Scootaloo.

“Well then we’ll have to keep her from looking at others while we get to Twilight’s,” Rarity muttered before giving a disgruntled frown. “Say… what ARE you even doing here, Scootaloo? You do realize that Sweetie Belle is grounded and that she isn’t allowed to hang out with her friends, much less have a sleep over with them!” At this, Scootaloo blushed, turned to look out the window and began fiddling her front hooves together.

“I… uh…”

“She was worried about me and wanted to keep me company,” said Sweetie Belle, finally speaking up but keeping her gaze in the same place.

“I see… well we better get moving then. I’m sure I can find an old piece of cloth we could use to blindfold you, Sweetie.” At that, the two fillies got out of Sweetie’s bed, stretched and shook their legs awake before following the adult down the stairs. Sweetie made sure to only look at the floor wherever she was walking. Rarity made her way briefly into her sewing room and returned a few seconds later with a long strip of purple cloth.

“Here you are, dear, I’m sure the purple will match your mane perfectly.” Rarity used her magic to tie the blindfold around her sister. After some final preparations, the three ponies made their way out of the boutique, with Rarity making sure to lock the door behind them.

“Good thinking with the blindfold, Rarity. Knowing Sweetie, she’d probably accidently look at somepony within the first five minutes of being out here. There sure are a lot of ponies,” said Scootaloo.

“Hey!” retorted Sweetie Belle, “I’m not THAT forgetful, especially when I know how painful it can be…” By the end of her sentence, Sweetie’s voice dropped down to a whisper in reflection of all the relevant memories flying through her head.

“Yeah, well we can never be too careful now can we?” said Rarity confidently.

It was an absolutely beautiful morning. The sky was a bright blue without a single cloud to be found anywhere. The sun was already way over the horizon warming up the ground and its inhabitants below, providing a comfortable spring-like temperature. As it was the morning rush where many of the village’s inhabitants rushed to get to work, the path the three ponies took was sufficiently crowded. On multiple occasions Sweetie Belle almost ran into several ponies, which luckily were quickly prevented by one or both of the other two. Finally, they made it to the front door of the castle and Rarity rang the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal the lavender alicorn who, upon recognition of her guests, gave a bright, pleasant smile.

“Oh hello, Rarity, Scootaloo… Sweetie Belle?” Twilight’s face contorted with confusion as she looked at the blindfolded filly.

“Sorry to bother you so early in the day Twilight, but Sweetie’s condition seems to have gotten worse. We need you to look her over again,” explained Rarity, earning a concerned expression from the Princess.

“It’s no problem at all, Rarity. Come on in.” At the invitation, Rarity and Scootaloo assisted Sweetie Belle through the castle while following Twilight to the throne room. Upon entering, the four ponies found Spike sitting in his throne drinking a cup of coffee and reading the local newspaper.

“Oh, hey there R-Rarity, Scootaloo… Sweetie Belle?” His reaction to Sweetie was very similar to Twilight’s. There was an awkward silence as the four ponies got themselves comfortable. Finally, he spoke up again.

“So… I’m guessing this is about that thing you won’t tell me about?” inquired the young dragon.

“Sure is… and that’s why you should be leaving now,” smiled Twilight to her assistant. Spike frowned in annoyance.

“I just don’t understand why I’m not allowed to help out,” muttered Spike as he quickly finished the last few sips from his mug and made his way out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Uh… yeah, anyway. So what’s going on now?” asked Twilight, starting the conversation. Sweetie Belle decided to speak up first.

“So it seems whenever I look at somepony and they’re looking back… it causes my horn to flash up on its own again. The effect on the other pony is the same, but it gives me a HUGE headache.”

“Ah, I see why you’re wearing a blindfold now,” Twilight smiled at this revelation. “Now tell me, when did this start happening and what were you doing?”

At this Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle took a step back and turned to look away in embarrassment. Rarity who was standing in between them looked back and forth from one to the other before realizing that her suspicions that morning had probably been correct. As the thought of it made her stomach bubble a little bit, she decided that it would be best if they told Twilight themselves. A few more seconds of silence passed.

“Uh… anypony? It’s kind of important to have this information if you want me to help you,” Twilight asked again. Finally Scootaloo spoke up.

“Um… well we thought about what you told us before Sweetie Belle had to leave er… I thought of it and decided to visit Sweetie around midnight last night and uh… well,” Scootaloo’s voice was audibly shaking and she seemed to refuse to look at the others. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle was biting her lip and holding her breath preparing to listen to their reactions. She had to admit, gauging other pony’s reactions was a lot harder when she couldn’t see their faces.

Suddenly realizing what Scootaloo was trying to say, Twilight found herself giggling like a school filly. “Ah yes, I think I know what you’re trying to say… though I’m going to need more details, specifically about anything unusual happening.”

“Uguh… Sweetie Belle it’s your turn,” said Scootaloo turning her head to the blindfolded unicorn. Quickly, Sweetie released her lip and let out a gasp of air before her body gave an involuntary jump as though she had been startled.

“Nggh, well I…,” she started before her elder sister interrupted.

“Really Twilight, is this even necessary?” Twilight put on a cheesy grin.

“Sure it is! How am I supposed to know how to fix it if I can’t figure out the cause? Besides, I’m having too much fun embarrassing them,” chortled Twilight. Rarity merely sighed in response.

“Yeah, don’t worry sis. I have to tell her,” said Sweetie turning her head in the direction she guessed her sister would be in. Finally, she took a deep breath and prepared the short, short version of what happened in her mind.

“Scootaloo and I kissed and rubbed each other and I had an orgasm, during which my horn started glowing orange and then after we discovered this happened,” she blurted out, almost too quickly for the others to understand. Suddenly, she realized her mistake, accidentally muttering the name of the Pegasus standing just a few feet away from her. But even after a few seconds, her horn didn’t seem to react at all.

“Did she say it? Is it over?” Scootaloo asked out loud, who was still closing her eyes and ramming her hooves into her ears. Rarity tapped her shoulder in an effort to inform her that it was indeed over.

“It’s over, dear,” said Rarity in a comforting voice.

“Oh good,” said Scootaloo, returning to a normal standing position.

“Wait, what am I missing? Why didn’t my horn react when I said her name?” inquired Sweetie Belle.

“He he, I was covering my ears,” responded Scootaloo.

“Oh.”

Finally, Twilight chimed in.

“Hee, hee. Well it looks like we made SOME progress of some sort.” In response, Rarity groaned and face-hoofed. Turning around, Twilight went over to her notes and began jotting things down. Every few lines, she would mutter some inaudible things to herself and sometimes put a hoof to her chin as she pondered the situation. The other three watched intently, awaiting a response. Finally, the princess’s eyes beamed open as her hypothesis had finished forming. She returned from her corner to confront her friends.

“Yes… I think I have a pretty good hypothesis on what is going on here, though keep in mind it’s only really a guess based on the information I’ve collected.”

Scootaloo and Rarity exchanged glances and Sweetie Belle didn’t do anything.

“It almost feels to me like what Sweetie has isn’t a defect after all!”

“It’s not?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Like I said, it’s mainly just an educated guess, but that’s what all the information points to. Instead, there seems to be some sort of magical parasite infecting your body. Unfortunately, this one is very good at hiding itself, otherwise I would have detected it long ago back at your school. I’ve actually had a suspicion of this even before this happened, you remember how I mentioned your horn ‘getting what it wants’ yesterday, right?”

“Yeah,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Wait what, at our school? What did I miss?” asked Scootaloo who was now curious.

“I recorded some magical data from Sweetie Belle after school last Friday,” Twilight explained in response.

“I see.”

“Speaking of which, I think we need to have another go at that, now that we know a lot more about what it’s capable of.”

“Wait, so then what happened to me last night, when my horn changed to orange?” asked Sweetie Belle. Twilight put another hoof to her chin and pondered for a moment.

“Maybe that meant it’s getting stronger? Being able to cause ponies to climax by stating their name, singing, and looking at them is probably just a side effect of some sort. Meanwhile, its main goal is to get you to have sex with other ponies to gain strength and once it gains enough strength…” Twilight bit her lip as this realization sunk in her mind, “well, anything could happen. It could do extreme harm to Sweetie Belle, or it could harm every pony around her or both.” A few minutes passed in silence as the four ponies pondered over what they had just heard.

“Anyway, that’s why we’re doing this now to help get you through it Sweetie Bell,” finished Twilight.

“Well, it all sounds pretty serious. But do you know what I think will really help? For some pony to explain what all this “sex” stuff is, in detail this time, because during this entire ordeal I’ve been just kinda winging it,” dead-panned Sweetie Belle.

“But you are… oh well I suppose things have gotten bad enough for that. But I’ll still refuse if Scootaloo’s here. I don’t want to do anything of the sort without Sky Flier’s permission,” replied Rarity.

“Well it will have to wait. Right now I need to gather more magical data. Now, which one of you wants to be Sweetie Belle’s ‘target’?” The purple alicorn shifted her gaze between Rarity and Scootaloo who were again exchanging glances with each other.

“How about you, Scootaloo? After all, you did do all sorts of kinky stuff with her last night, am I right?” Twilight smiled as Scootaloo blushed again though also appearing really annoyed this time. Sweetie Belle smiled sheepishly.

“Twilight, stop teasing the girls,” retorted Rarity.

“Despite that… I will do it… if it’s for Sweetie Belle,” said Scootaloo, forcing herself to regain confidence. Twilight returned to her polite chipper self.

“Then it’s settled. Let the tests begin,” she said clopping her hooves together. Rarity stood off to the side as Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Twilight took their positions. Scootaloo had to assist Sweetie a bit so she didn’t run into anything.

“Maybe I should take off the blindfold… we’d just have to be careful,” she said.

“You will need to eventually, but not yet,” said Twilight. For a moment, the princess prepared herself for the endeavor by gathering up some parchment, quills and ink. Finally satisfied with the arrangement, the data collection process began.

“Now, let’s first try what we already know. Sweetie, say Scootaloo’s name.” At that, Twilight’s horn started shining thus illuminating the two young fillies in her glow.

“Scootaloo,” said Sweetie Belle firmly, and as expected her horn glowed a bright orange rewarding the unicorn with a small stab of pain… and the Pegasus with the then very familiar pleasure of climax. Her wings shot wide open on their own, her eyes rolled to the ceiling and her legs collapsed from under her. Meanwhile between her legs, her juices began to flow thus coating the floor.

“Ohhhhh, I don’t think I could ever get enough of this mmm…,” she moaned.

“Yes… I can detect some strange new attributes of your magic already,” said the now elated alicorn. A few moments later, Scootaloo forced herself back up on her legs and made it seem to the others as though nothing happened, except for the deep flush on her face which was obviously impossible for her to command away.

“Now, I’m going to need you to sing, Sweetie… but hold on a second,” started Twilight before magically conjuring up some earmuffs for herself and for Rarity. Once the earmuffs were in place, the alicorn commanded her to continue. Sweetie decided to sing the same song she had sung the previous few times, the notes vibrating through the air with splendor and of course with some bouncing off the adults’ earmuffs and some bouncing off of Scootaloo’s eardrums. Once again, Scootaloo collapsed to the floor just as before in yet another wonderful climax that was beautifully complimented by her amorous filly friend. Thirty seconds later, and the serenade ended, with Scootaloo left spent on the floor, face completely red and gasping for air, Rarity looking away in embarrassment from the scene in front of her, Twilight excitedly scribbling down some notes in her parchment and Sweetie Belle having no change in appearance at all considering her imposed obliviousness.

“Good, good. Now it’s time to remove your blindfold… and you know what to do,” said Twilight, continuing the examination.

Taking a deep breath, Sweetie Belle sat down on her haunches, and used both her fore hooves to tear away the blind fold. She made sure to keep her eyes closed at first to wait for the absolute moment when she was ready. Finally a few seconds later, she opened her eyes, to find that Scootaloo, who had managed to once again recover from her climax, staring back at her with deep sympathy in her eyes. At once, the now very familiar sensations kicked in, repeating the familiar patterns verbatim.

“Ahh yes… I see… yes…,” muttered Twilight as she watched the demonstration.

“Oh Celestia, this hurts,” groaned Sweetie.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie, just a few seconds more,” replied the determined princess. A few more seconds had passed and Twilight finally ended the poor unicorn filly’s torture.

“That’s enough!” she cried. Quickly, before she could forget anything that could be crucial, she jotted what she just learned onto a new sheet of fresh parchment.

On command, Sweetie immediately brought her attention down to the floor, thus allowing for the conclusion of both her headache and Scootaloo’s climax. By now, the floor beneath her was absolutely soaked in her love juices and though she felt bad for Sweetie, she couldn’t help but feel absolutely satisfied. By now, her embarrassment from the two adults in the room had completely evaporated.

Tired of having to look at inanimate objects, Sweetie decided to try and risk taking a look at the alicorn who luckily then was still gleefully jotting down information with ink. She stared and stared at her, unaware as to exactly how much time was passing. Suddenly, Twilight finished the last sentence of her notes and turned to look at the others, an action firstly noticed by the young unicorn that had unbeknownst to her been blushing immensely, thus forcing her to look away before her magic could possibly react. That was when she noticed that despite all that had happened in the past few minutes, her heart was beginning to race and her breathing increased.

As Twilight began speaking, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that her sister was no longer staring at her and was instead looking at the speaker. She absentmindedly dared herself to get a look at her. Success! Once again, she was looking at another pony without any of the consequences of her unusual circumstance. Similarly, just as it had before, her heart began to beat a mile a minute, she began to sweat profusely and she found herself unusually drawn to her sister. Discretely, she daringly shifted her gaze from alicorn, to Pegasus to unicorn and noticed an odd pattern. Whenever she looked at either Twilight or Rarity, her body reacted in the same way she used to with Scootaloo, but when she looked at the filly, none of the usual feelings returned. She still cared for her, of course, but not nearly as strongly as the other two. This came off as odd to her but because of the embarrassing attributes to admitting such a thing, she decided to keep it to herself for now… and maybe she’d experiment with it later. Finally, she decided to retune herself back into the conversation just as the three other ponies all turned their gaze towards her, and of course she returned her view back to the floor.

“Sweetie Belle? What’s up with you? Are you alright? Why were you looking at us just now?” inquired Twilight.

“Oh I’m fine… I just wanted a change of view I guess,” stuttered the now very embarrassed unicorn.

“But your legs and voice are shaking and you seem a lot more nervous than you were during the examination…”

“Really… I’m fine,” Sweetie insisted, keeping her point of view focused on a small crack in the floor.

“Okay… but did you hear what I said just a few moments ago?”

“Uh… uh…”

“I said that while the information I had collected was good, I’m going to need a tad bit more from you both.”

“Huh? What do you need me to do?” Sweetie’s voice was still trembling immensely, and it was obvious to the others she was trying to fight it.

“Well… to put it bluntly, I need you to repeat what you did with Scootaloo last night. That way, I can hopefully capture the magical data at the time when your horn began to glow orange,” she explained bluntly. This caused the other three to shout in unison.

“WHAT!”

“Seriously, Twilight, are you ABSOLUTELY sure you’re not going just a teensy weensy bit too far?” asked Rarity with worry in her voice, “I can only imagine the morality of such a thing…”

“Oh come on, Rarity. I really need all the information I can get.”

“I understand that but,” before Rarity could finish, she was cut off by her sister.

“I… refuse to go that far. Sorry.”

‘Did I really just say that?’ Sweetie thought to herself. Just a day ago, she would’ve stopped at nothing to get intimate with her partner, and that included it occurring in front of two other adult ponies that she trusted. Despite her confusion, Sweetie decided that she would make sure to experiment with these new feelings more in the near future. Twilight sighed.

“Well, what do you think, Scootaloo?”

“I’m fine with whatever Sweetie Belle’s fine with. If she doesn’t want to do it then we shouldn’t make her.” A few moments passed before Twilight finally gave up.

“Fine. That’ll be enough examinations for today. However… there is one more issue I’d like to examine: the actual cause of her problem. Recently, in accordance to my previous suspicions which have pretty much already been confirmed already, I’ve been trying to find any piece of information that could help us with identifying the cause… and I think I found something.” The other ponies in the room reflected their own individual curiosity and made sure to listen intently.

“There is this one book I found that explained how the cause for Sweetie’s problem could be located in her living environment, her bedroom, or some other place she is present in frequently.”

“What are you saying?” asked Rarity.

“I’m saying that if I scan Sweetie’s room for anything… unusual, we may be able to eradicate whatever caused all this in the first place!”

“I suppose it’s worth a shot… it’s certainly better than having to do… that,” stuttered Sweetie Belle.

“You should probably put your blindfold back on, Sweetie,” suggested Rarity. Sweetie nodded and complied before the four ponies set off back towards the Carousel Boutique.

Upon arrival, the four ponies made their way up the stairs and into Sweetie Belle’s room. Immediately, the sweet musk of sex become evident to the alicorn. She then decided to turn this into another teasing opportunity.

“Oh my… why it certainly smells like you two had fun in here.” This earned a groan from the other three which only made Twilight laugh even harder. Finally calming down, Twilight entered even deeper into her room and casted some sort of detection spell. Almost immediately, Twilight made a loud gasp and her eyes popped wide open.

“Holy Celestia… there’s so much in here.”

“So much… what?” asked Sweetie Belle with worry in her voice. Twilight walked over to a random area by Sweetie’s bedroom wall. Suddenly her horn once again burst to life and a powerful laser beam erupted from it. Scootaloo and Rarity watched in awe as Twilight skillfully guided the beam into the shape of a square along the wall. Finally having completed the square, Twilight stopped all her magic and carefully used her hooves to pry out the piece of drywall to reveal… something on the back of it.

“Ah ha! So that’s the cause of all this!”

“What? What? What is it?” cried Sweetie Belle desperate for an answer.

“Hey, have any of you ponies heard of my great uncle Toadstool? I heard he was a FUN-GI!” joked Twilight turning around to reveal a strange mushroom that was a light pink in color and dotted with purple dots. This earned a painful snicker for Scootaloo who was trying her best to keep from laughing and a groan from Rarity who had evidently already heard of such a pun.

“Hey, is any pony listening to me? Why are you guys talking about fungi now, and how does that help me?” In an effort to calm the unicorn down, Twilight turned her gaze away before allowing her to remove her blindfold. Upon understanding the context of Twilight’s joke, Sweetie decided that maybe it would be better if she kept the blindfold on. Finally, Rarity spoke up.

“So what does this mean?”

“This mushroom here, and I think there are few more still behind the wall, was emanating huge amounts of magical interference waves through the air. When a unicorn is exposed to it for such a long time, a multitude of strange things can happen. If I had to guess, I’d say these waves are directly responsible for Sweetie’s condition. As for the specifics, I’m not entirely sure as there are only a few records of any condition similar to Sweetie Belle’s.”

“I see… So what do we do about it?” asked Scootaloo.

“Well first of all, I’d like to take these mushrooms back to my castle for further research…” Twilight then used her magic to remove the rest of the fungi from the back of Sweetie’s wall, holding them with her magic. She then replaced the piece of drywall back into its original spot, taking care to smooth out the seams to make it look as though there never was a hole there in the first place. Finally satisfied with her work, Twilight continued.

“I’m going to go ponder over all of these results for a while. For now, just hang tight and try not to get into too much trouble,” Twilight winked at Scootaloo who reacted as expected. Chuckling, Twilight trotted past her friends and headed out of the boutique. Upon hearing the door slam, the other three ponies snapped out of their trance.

“Well. Considering the circumstances, you’re ungrounded for now Sweetie Belle,” started Rarity, “but don’t you go off causing problems again, understood?” Sweetie nodded slowly in response.

“Now, I have some orders to go take care of. Have fun girls… er… yeah… you know what I mean,” blushed the fashion mare upon realizing the context of what she just said. At that, she left the room and finally Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were left alone together. A moment later, Sweetie decided to take her blindfold off for good this time or at least until she really needed it. It was Scootaloo who broke the silence.

“Huh. Some morning, huh.”

“Yeah… some morning.” More awkward silence ensued before Sweetie continued.

“Hey, do you think we should update Apple Bloom on the situation? I’ll bet she’d feel rather left out if we don’t…”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Come on, I’m sure she’s helping out her sister at Sweet Apple Acres right about now,” said Scootaloo, getting excited upon the remembrance of their third friend.

“Um… why don’t you go ahead and fill in for me. I actually have a few things to think over. I’ve had to deal with a lot recently…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go on ahead. It’s fine. I just need to recover from all that’s happened.”

“Okay. See you later, Sweetie Belle,” chirped a now chipper Scootaloo before she leaned in close to Sweetie Belle’s lips with her eyes tightly closed to prevent any accidents and gave her a short peck before stepping out into the hallway and closing her bedroom door behind her. While it wasn’t in Scootaloo’s personality code to play out the happy-go-lucky filly on account on how uncool it was, she was happy to do anything to make the filly she cared for so dearly feel better. Though her cheeks burned and her heart throbbed, Scootaloo beamed a smile of pure joy before making her way down the boutique stairs and out the front door.

Meanwhile, back in Sweetie’s room, Sweetie Belle sat on her bed looking out the window. She watched Scootaloo running down the street for a couple blocks before she turned a corner disappearing out of sight. Giving a brief glance at the clock, Sweetie found out that it was almost noon, which meant it was about lunch time.

Sweetie’s thoughts had then returned to the moment not too long ago when she once again locked lips with Scootaloo. Something felt different about it… different than the kiss they shared much earlier this morning. It felt as though… she didn’t want it, despite her conscious mind saying otherwise.

Why would she NOT want it? Scootaloo was the most amazing pony she had ever met in her short life! But then her thoughts shifted and changed like they had done just a few nights ago when this craziness all started. The filly she thought she loved was replaced with not one, but two, unique, fully grown, adult mares: Rarity and Twilight Sparkle! It didn’t just stop at those two however, Sweetie’s heart throbbed harder and harder and breathing got faster and faster as many images flew through her mind that all consisted of the many mares she has seen around Ponyville and all of them depicted the mare in question in a sensual manner. Briefly, Sweetie Belle noticed that her private parts were beginning to secrete the same liquid that so evidently proved to somehow be a part of this “sex” thing. Finally having had enough, Sweetie Belle made a decision.

“That’s it. I don’t understand it, or what the buck’s going on with me, but I’m gonna get me some mare-hood!” she whispered to herself loudly. At that, Sweetie Belle made her way through her door where for a moment, Scootaloo’s face again flashed through her mind.

‘I… I’m sorry, Scootaloo,’ she thought to herself before forcing her legs to take her body down the stairs and then towards the sewing room.

Author's Note

Wooo. As the world's greatest procrastinator, forcing myself to get these chapters done takes a lot out of me. Also, there's gonna be some hot and steamy moments next chapter, so be sure to look forward to it! ;)