Curiosity Caught the Crusader

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?”