Chapter 1 - Sweetie Belle
A soft, unwanted moan escaped from her mouth. Not now, not when she's so close. She was hot, wet with need, and even a little sweaty, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her hoof rubbed the aching heat between her legs, caressing the aching heat which gathered there. She kept her eyes shut, lips pressed together as she just focussed on the movement. She rolled onto her back, the thick blanket caressing her naked, sensitive body in the worst way, teasing her hard, sensitive nipples as she moved.
Her arousal nearly overpowered her other senses, but her ears were peaked up sharply, alert to the slightest shuffling from the other side of the room. But knowing just how close she was, close to being found out, caught, exposed, had her close climaxing so hard she might wet herself out of relief. Her hoof started rubbing faster, firmer, in time with the rhythm of her pulsing clit. Her breath was a collection of short, needy bursts, almost as if she was hyperventilating.
"Sweetie, are you alright, dear?" came the dreaded voice, causing her to instinctively roll over on her other side, facing away from the seemingly loud, yet so very gentle tone of her own sister. The sound of her sister's quiet footfalls moving towards her invaded her ears and young filly froze, trapping her hoof firmly between her legs in an attempt to just stop herself as quickly and effectively as she could. She forced her rapid breaths to calm, forced out slow, regular breaths, trying to keep from sounding as out of breath as she was.
Mumbling, "'mfine, sis. Not feeling well," the filly hoped her sister would stop getting closer. But she didn't, and Sweetie Belle shuddered, her body tense and still so hot, sweaty, needy. Rarity stopped at the side of the bed and reached out to lay a hoof on her little sister's exposed forehead, the rest of her buried under her blanket.
"You seem to have come down with a fever, poor child," she noted, her hoof slowly moving towards the back of her head in a gentle caress. "I suppose you'll be staying here tonight, then, and no school for you tomorrow. You're staying right here with me. I'll let mother and father know."
Sweetie Belle, frozen in fright, felt as if she could count every hair on her head as her sister leaned in close to press a kiss the back of her little sister's head. Rarity's hoof, with a gentleness that made every nerve on her body tingle, moved down give Sweetie Belle a gentle hug through the blanket covering her.
The filly tensed up, and this time her trapped hoof pressed tighter against her lower lips, palm only just touching her engorged clit. She moaned again, unbidden, which she quickly tried to turn into a convincing whine, carefully trying to extract her hoof from between her legs without Rarity noticing, but in doing so becoming hyper-aware of that movement, feeling the slight wetness of her thighs stick to her hoof ever so slightly as her arousal throbbed and seemed to multiply even as she felt her sister move away.
She squeaked something resembling thanks, or she thought she did, as Rarity left the room, closing the door quietly. Almost immediately, Sweetie Belle rolled onto her back once again, pushing the warm, constricting sheets off her body. Her hoof quickly found its way back to her needy pussy as her thoughts wandered back to what she'd seen earlier at school.
Miss Cheerilee had kept her behind for a minute to reprimand her on her latest homework assignment - she'd slacked off, and it was entirely her fault, and she'd promised to do better. But after that, when she went outside to find her friends, she'd heard giggling and caught a glimpse of Silver Spoon, swiftly trotting away from the school grounds, probably with Diamond Tiara. And, curious as she was, she couldn't resist following them.
Only a little way in, she saw the two fillies make their way to a small clearing, surrounded on almost all sides by large, thick bushes. Sneaking around, she found a way under some of the bushes and got a lot closer to the clearing without being noticed. Just in time to see Silver almost forcefully pushing Diamond Tiara onto the ground with a muffled yelp, followed by quiet giggling from both of them.
A few moments passed, and Sweetie Belle saw the grey filly's bright eyes turn serious as she took off her glasses and neatly set them aside. Confused, she sat back and watched as Diamond Tiara lay down on her back on the soft grass. Their little spy was positioned right behind Diamond Tiara. She looked on curiously as Silver leaned forward, lifted the pink pony's skirt and kissed her right between her legs. Stifling a gasp, she watched the grey filly eagerly begin to lick the pink pussy splayed out in front of her.
"Oh, mm... Always--always eager, aren't you?" Diamond Tiara moaned as she pushed up her pelvis to meet the eagerly lapping tongue, which was obviously too occupied to reply. Sweetie Belle felt herself get wet at the sight of the two lewd fillies who apparently did this quite regularly, judging by Diamond's comment and Silver's obvious expertise at making her moan, squirm and gasp.
It had been only a few of weeks since Miss Cheerilee taught her yearly class on the birds and the bees - the year before, she and her friends had been given a day off, as they were still deemed too young to be told of the finer details, but this year they'd learned a lot of things, and it seemed as if these two had decided on some very practical private lessons.
Her own hoof had already found her wet, pulsing heat and she was slowly rubbing her clit as she watched. The two fillies seemed entirely focused on each other, Silver Spoon actually seeming to take charge in pleasuring Diamond Tiara with her skillful tongue. The pink filly just squirmed and moaned softly, grasping at the grass as she just submitted to Silver Spoon's attention.
"Oh... close," Diamond whined, pulling at the grass and spreading her legs more. In response, the grey filly pressed a kiss to her pussy, then pulled back and smirked down at her. "Are you now?"
"Yeees... please, more?" she begged, and for a moment one of her hooves seemed to reach between her legs before she swiftly brought it back to the ground, clutching at the grass. "Please, miss?"
Silver Spoon’s hoof just kept gently rubbing the girl’s pink pussy, teasing her in time with every forced, deliberate breath taken by the strangely submissive girl. It was so unlike her, but undeniably arousing for Sweetie Belle to see her like that. She timed her own hoof with Silver’s, eagerly waiting to see what would happen next as she neared her own climax.
“Fuck!” Diamond cried out as she leapt up and in one smooth move pushed Silver Spoon onto her back and kissed her hard. “You’re such a fucking tease, Spoony,” she breathed, “and my cunt deserves more than that.”
Diamond crawled up to sit carefully down on her face and the grey filly started to rub herself, finally giving herself some attention even as she returned to the task of eagerly licking the pink pussy pressed to her face. Both started moaning, thankfully covering Sweetie Belle’s own suppressed mewling.
On her bed, the white filly rubbed herself, her hushed excitement when she watched the two other fillies entirely forgotten as she squealed loudly, feeling as if she was melting and exploding at the same time, her hot arousal reaching a furious climax. “FUCK!”
As she lay gasping, sprawled out on top of her bed with her legs twitching, the door flew open and Rarity ran inside before she suddenly halted, eyes wide in shock.
“Swee--whe-what?”
She loved being in Cloudsdale during the short time before sunset, but after what was known as cloudset, when the sun set below the clouds. It made clouds lit up to the point of glowing in colours of the softest of rainbows. Once, she'd asked Twilight to explain it, but she didn't quite understand her teacher’s excited talk of refraction indexes and other concepts she really didn't have a clue about.
Scootaloo had tried explaining what it looked like to her friends, but of course, neither of them were pegasi, so they just couldn't understand. They could look up at the sky and see a faraway, flat cloud cover, but they couldn't see it up close, see the subtle beauty of those precious moments. Not even Princess Celestia’s Castle could look as beautiful as that.
Wandering Cloudsdale Park was her favourite thing to do at that time, to look at the cloud plants, the water fountains and most of all the other ponies. Cloudsdale’s twilight hours were always a time of beautiful, romantic moments shared between ponies, when everyone could forget their worries (and homework) for just a little while and just enjoy life as only pegasi could.
The orange filly never felt more at home than when she was surrounded by the obvious love pegasi had for each other, even for a near flightless one as herself. They didn't pity her for her terrible flying, unlike the utterly bizarre earth ponies of Ponyville who probably would never even see Cloudsdale, let alone during twilight. Here, she was at home, and never judged for what she was.
Well, mostly. A lot of ponies would be shocked if they knew what she really was. Not even Rainbow Dash could understand, she was sure. Because who would? No normal pony would want to do what she loved more than anything. She loved being seen. By anyone, anywhere. But especially right now, in the park while couples and hopeful lonely ponies wandered past.
Her need burned her up inside, pouring out from her body, but especially between her hind legs, causing her pussy to drip even as she entered the park, her tail swishing with excitement, drawing attention and worse, spreading her scent in the air. No pony in any kind of polite society would swish their tail in public like that, let alone a filly her age. It wasn't just rude, it was scandalous. But Scootaloo loved it, and probably had for as long as she could remember.
Being a cloud bound filly, she wasn't judged, exactly, but she was still a bit of an outsider, a loner, even to ponies like Rainbow Dash who pretended she didn't care, or worry behind her back. But she did, they all did. Pegasi all had this thinly veiled arrogance about them, thinking themselves better just because they could fly, effortlessly, unlike earth ponies and unicorns, who had to work for everything they did.
And it was these lazy, entitled, elitist ponies she shared a race with. Sometimes, she hated what she was. Wishing she was just an earth pony, nothing special. Especially not a ‘special’ pegasus. But her status was what allowed her to be herself, more than anything else ever could.
Her sometimes strange behaviour was more easily excused, ponies looked the other way when she struggled or took a little longer than she should. And she took full advantage of that. Every opportunity she had to be a little damsel in distress, she took as if it was second nature - her clumsiness and hapless charm were almost practiced, deliberate more often than not.
Reaching up to a store shelf higher than she could reach, one leg resting on a lower shelf as if to push her up, but in reality spread her legs as she raised her tail up high in exertion. Revelling in the thought any pony could see her private parts from the right angle, and probably smell her heat long after she'd left the store, she then found the nearest quiet hiding spot outside to immediately settle down and fucked herself silly, barely containing her moans.
It was almost a daily occurrence for her, to be outside, barely out of sight in some alleyway or behind a bush, as she teased her constantly aroused little cunt. Hoofstrokes slow, practiced, in tune with her need to be teased, to take her time and imagine all the ways she could be caught, all the ponies she could be caught by.
Friends, strangers filled her mind, the shock on their faces to catch a little filly lewdly exposing herself, touching herself and quietly moaning with need. Smelling like a manticore in heat. Wishing they would give her what she truly craved.
Big Macintosh forcing his beautiful cock into her tight virgin asshole while Apple Bloom and Applejack lick away at her clit and kiss her all over.
Three strangers’ cocks filling all of her holes at the same time, caring only for their own pleasure as they use her mouth, ass and cunt.
Mayor Mare tying her up in the center of Ponyville Square, legs spread, letting unicorns like Twilight, Rarity and Trixie use their magic to torture her with sexual pleasure and show the town what a needy, filthy little filly slut she truly is.
Fantasies like these are what always brought her to the park, an almost magical place where everything shimmers in the last sunlight of the day, making everything seem that much more dreamlike and magical. It made her feel safer, even if she knew she wasn't. But it made it easier to pretend what she did wasn't entirely real and entirely wrong. Despite her many moments of depravity, both in mind and body, the little filly was still a virgin, and even she didn't know how that was possible.
Today, she was in a particularly daring mood, and decided to seize the moment and do something inspired by an observation Rainbow Dash had made recently. Cloudsdale often turned a very similar shade of orange to Scootaloo herself, to the point it could be hard to spot her if not for her mane and tail. mane and tail. Of course, it was incredibly easy to hide inside most clouds, so as long as she paid attention to that, she would be able to stay hidden quite well.
She could probably get away with exposing a lot of herself, while still remaining largely hidden. Looking around, she found many couples wandering the park, and quite a few single ponies as well; it was more crowded than usual. Older ponies, younger ponies, practically every type of pegasus was represented and there were even a handful of non-pegasi.
The spot she had chosen led her to a deeper part of the park, surrounded by all sorts of cloud plants and foliage. It was darker and denser than the edges of the part, which was of course her intent, as it allowed her to easily sneak into the clouds themselves without being noticed.
The wet, silky feeling of being surrounded by clouds always pleased her, especially in the warmer clouds. She took some time to settle, imagining herself like Winona finding the most comfortable place to settle down, with the added benefit of soaking her fur and mane completely in the wet warmth provided by the cloud. She manipulated the clouds like cotton candy clay, shaping it into a comfy bed of sorts, careful not to disturb the only slightly see-through outer layers too much.
Settling down on her new bed, tail tucked under her butt, she lay back and relaxed as she started taking in the vague shapes of ponies moved by some distance away, looking like they would through steamed up, fluffy glass. Ponies would have to get very close to notice her, so she felt safe to let her mind wander.
She wished she could talk to someone about how she felt, about who she really was. But she was sure not even Rainbow Dash would understand, even if she probably wouldn’t judge the orange filly for her desires. Well, maybe she’d be upset if she realised Scootaloo’s desires towards the cyan pony herself. How Rainbow had never noticed her crush was something that still baffled her.
Just being near the mare made her clit throb with idle excitement, let alone when she was close enough to smell Rainbow’s sweaty musk right after she’d been practicing her flying. Even just thinking about her made the filly shiver with excitement, as memories and fantasies flashed through her mind. Breathing in deeply, she tasted her own musky heat in the moistness of the cloud surrounding her, and imagined walking up behind her idol and just burying her muzzle inside the mare’s cunt, right in public.
Finally allowing her hoof to touch her clit, she moaned loudly before her eyes snapped open when she realised where she was, out in the park, potentially surrounded by ponies. Quickly glancing around, she didn’t think anyone had noticed, other than one pony who seemed to be looking around with some suspicion. At first glance, the cyan pony could have been Rainbow, but it wasn’t.
Breathing a sigh of relief when he shook his head and continued along his path, she too went back to what she was doing, her adrenaline only fuelling her arousal. He was still heading in her direction, and she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he did know she was there. Carefully, she calmed her breathing.
Her eyes were locked to the pegasus’ form and she rubbed herself slowly, imagining all the things that could happen from this point forward. He could walk by, or he could poke his head inside her little hideaway and discover her right there, fucking herself madly. She knew he’d be shocked, but would he be aroused? Maybe he’d stay, or run away.
He was just hoof lengths away from her when he paused and sniffed. He could smell her! She gasped, then smacked herself in the mouth with her hoof, causing her to mewl in shock. He knew she was there now. Scootaloo held her breath and stayed as still as possible, watching his every movement.
Turning right toward her, he stepped forward, into the cloud and came face to face with a small filly lying on her back with her hind legs spread wide, one hoof frozen just above her exposed pussy, the other half covering her face. Purple eyes met shocked brown, and she couldn’t help but cast her gaze lower, towards the pegasus’ cock, feeling incredibly pleased to see it slowly extend from its sheath as the seconds passed.
Her idle hoof touched touched her clit and she moaned again, not bothering to disguise it as she started playing with herself once more, Scootaloo’s gaze locked on the engorging cock in front of her. She licked the tip of her other hoof as she imagined taking it into her mouth, her breath quickening as she neared her climax rapidly. Her limbs shook fiercely as her climax overtook her completely, leaving her with a sudden exhaustion, her pussy pulsing and gushing with her liquid pleasure.
A stray thought flitted through her head, making her imagine her filly juices raining down on some unsuspecting pony below. She giggled weakly and once again met the eyes of the pegasus in front of her. He still seemed frozen in shock, eyes wide, breath shallow. Grinning, she stretched slowly, her eyes following his pupils roving across her little body, taking her time to regain the fine control over her limbs she normally enjoyed.
Revelling in his complete attention, she slowly rolled up onto her hooves and simply walked past him, making sure to graze his still throbbing cock with her wing. Scootaloo acted as if she was in complete control, right up until she was outside the cloud, at which point she took off as fast as her hooves could carry her.
She probably wouldn’t come back to Cloudsdale for a while...
