We All Have Roles

“Happy birthday!” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo shouted. Sweetie Belle blushed. The girls were back in Apple Bloom’s tree house, the club they had used so often when they were fillies. They had decided to have a special sleepover to celebrate Sweetie’s 18th birthday. She was the last of the three to turn 18, so there they were, back in their old clubhouse, dressed in pajamas and lounging on piles of pillows and sleeping bags.

“Hey,” Scootaloo nudged her blushing marefriend teasingly, “Now you can come with me to that special club Rainbow Dash showed me.”

Sweetie’s blush deepened. “Scoots! That’s so dirty!”

Scootaloo nipped her ear. “So is most of what we do.” She giggled as Sweetie pushed her away jokingly.

Apple Bloom laughed at their antics, before reaching into a bag and pulling out a familiar looking pastry box, flipping the lid to reveal half a dozen Pinkie-made strawberry cupcakes. “C’mon girls, Ya ain’t gonna make me eat all these mahself are ya?”

“No!” The other two shouted, each reaching for a cupcake. The girls went quiet for a moment, savoring the sugary treats. Sweetie Belle, noticing that Apple Bloom had a smudge of frosting across her muzzle, licked her thumb before reaching over to wipe it off.

“Hay!” Apple Bloom blushed, “What gives?”

“Sorry,” Sweetie giggled, “Too much time with Rarity.”

Apple Bloom grabbed a napkin from the bag so she could wipe off the line of moisture Sweetie had left on her cheek. “Yeah, thanks a lot.” She said sarcastically, nearly missing the signal Scootaloo gave her. “Oh yeah, that reminds me. We got a little present for ya! Here, put this on!” She said, tossing the white unicorn filly a thin velvet blackout mask.

“A blindfold?” Sweetie asked, looking it over.

“Go on, put it on,” Scootaloo encouraged. Sweetie eyed her marefriend. Something in her eyes looked more “bedroom” than “birthday party,” but truth be told that only excited her more. She slipped it on, wondering what the girls had planned.

No sooner had the light been blocked from her eyes did Sweetie feel her wrists grabbed by the tough, wiry hands of her marefriend and pulled together behind her back. She heard a soft click as they were locked in place by what felt like a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. “H-hay, what are you doing?” Her voice squeaked in nervousness, but even though she could break out instantly with her magic, she made no move to try to escape. That was hardly the first time she and Scootaloo had experimented with tying each other up, but the handcuffs and the presence of Apple Bloom changed were definitely new. Scootaloo definitely had a plan, and she was looking forward to it.

“Like them?” Scootaloo asked hopefully, “I swiped, ah, I mean I ‘borrowed’ ‘em from Rainbow Dash’s closet last time we hung out. She shouldn’t miss ‘em.”

Sweetie Belle grinned at the helpless sensation caused by the tough metal. She could already feel herself getting all hot and bothered in anticipation of whatever the other girls had planned. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she allowed herself to be pushed to her knees, then gently lowered onto her back so she was lying with her arms trapped underneath her. She squirmed in delight at the vulnerable feeling, unable to see what the girls were doing.

She strained to hear what was happening, her ears twitching as they picked up the sound of Apple Bloom whispering something in Scootaloo’s ear. She could feel them moving around, shifting the pillows under her with every step of their bare feet.

Suddenly Sweetie felt the pillows depress right next to her. Warm fingers drifted over her belly, between her pajama bottoms and her top. Somepony leaned towards her, so that she could feel their breath on her sensitive ear. “Happy birthday, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said, her voice taking on a husky, lustful tone. Her hand drifted upward, under Sweetie’s shirt, teasing the short white fur of her coat. Sweetie shivered at the ticklish sensation.

Meanwhile Apple Bloom had not been idle. While Scotaloo kept Sweetie occupied, she had taken a seat by the unicorn filly’s feet, grabbing her ankles in her strong earth pony grip. Scootaloo had just delivered her message when Apple Bloom began scrabbling her fingers over the soft soles of her friend’s feet. Sweetie Belle squealed in surprise, instinctively jerking her feet back, only to be held fast by Apple Bloom’s powerful grip.

“Pffffttt… Hahahahaha!” Sweetie exhaled, trying fruitlessly not to laugh. Scootaloo began moving her own fingers, tickling her marefriend’s exposed belly and causing her to shake with laughter. Sweetie squirmed uselessly under their assault, trying to wiggle away, but her friends did not let up for a second. “Hahahahaha, c-c-come on g-girls! Haha! This is, heeheeheehee! This is so mean!”

“Oh, don’t lie,” Scootaloo laughed, moving her free hand to attack Sweetie’s armpit. “We know you love it!”

Tears were streaming down Sweetie’s face as she tried to deny it, but her unstoppable giggling betrayed her. “HAHAHA, OKAY! I ADMIT- AHAHA! I’M GONNA PEE-Hehehehee!”

Scootaloo shook her head, grinning. “No you won’t!” She laughed. “We both know you can take a lot more than this! We don’t stop till we’ve finished giving you the best tickling of your life!” Her grin widened as Sweetie Belle moaned, betraying the other effect the girls were having on her. “Aww, that’s the sound I like! You’re so cute like this!” With one hand, she undid the bottom two buttons of Sweetie’s sleep shirt, leaning down to plant a little kiss on the soft fur. Sweetie moaned again in appreciation.

Apple Bloom continued teasing the filly’s tender feet, giggling as she wiggled her fingers from one sole to the other, before teasing them across the delicate arches to her heels. Sweetie kicked and squirmed under the treatment, but Apple Bloom held her fast. Scootaloo had told her the “safe word” to listen for, and until she herd that she was going to give her friend the best time of her life.

An idea popped into Apple Bloom’s head and she glanced around until she found a distinctive orange item lying on one of the pillows. She stretched for it, not letting go of Sweetie’s ankles, and managed to capture the thing. She looked at it, one of Scootaloo’s feathers which had fallen out when she was preening earlier. Apple Bloom grinned evilly. It was exactly what she needed, about a foot long, and incredibly soft. Slowly, she drew the tip across Sweetie’s feet.

The result was instantaneous. Sweetie squealed loudly, redoubling her efforts to kick herself free. “A-Apple Bloom! HAHAHA No that tickles!” Apple Bloom just laughed as she continued whirling the tip over her friend’s sensitive feet.

Scootaloo continued to plant kisses all up and down her marefriend’s tender belly. She smiled as the muscles undulated beneath her as Sweetie alternated between laughing and gasping for breath. The orange pegasus stuck out her long tongue, dipping it into Sweetie’s navel. She squealed as the warm, moist muscle teased her belly button.

To Sweetie, it felt like her stomach was filled with tiny butterflies. As her friends teased her, she could feel a kind of heat beginning to grow inside her core. She shivered, pressing and rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy herself. Scootaloo noticed and teasingly pinched her side. “Ah-ah, you know better, Sweetie. You gotta ask permission!” Sweetie moaned as Scootaloo forced her hand in between her clenching thighs, keeping her from stimulating herself.

“Maybe you need some punishment?” Scootaloo said, using her other hand to unbutton the rest Sweetie’s top, causing the fabric to slide away and reveal her pert C-cups. She then fluttered her wing, teasing the feathery tip over the sensitive mounds. Sweetie gasped, her face going red. Scootaloo grinned. She loved tormenting Sweetie’s breasts, and only partly because they were bigger than her own A-cups. It was the noises Sweetie made that made it really fun. As she used her mouth and wing to tease Sweetie’s upper body, her other wing flittered around the waistband of her marefriend’s pants, slipping under the loose elastic and brushing over the treasure beneath.

Sweetie’s laughter finally died down, replaced by sensual moans. She writhed under the four point assault as her feet, belly, breasts, and pussy were all teased at once. Her breath came in shallow gasps as the pleasure wracked through her body. Her blush deepened as she felt the wetness between her legs grow and detected the heady smell of arousal in the air.

“Ooh, somepony is enjoying her present,” Scootaloo teased, shifting her position to straddle Sweetie’s legs. “Hay, Apple Bloom, help me out?”

Apple Bloom nodded, finally allowing Sweetie to kick her legs free. She and Scootaloo had already planned everything out the night before, so without another word from her pegasus friend she positioned herself behind Sweetie Belle, lifting her up so her head and shoulders rested on the earth pony’s lap. She planted a kiss on her friend’s horn before reaching down to play with her breasts.

Sweetie Belle was on cloud nine. What could be better than making love with her marefriend and her best friend? She moaned in ecstasy, sinking her head into the farm pony’s soft lap. She sighed appreciatively as she felt Apple Bloom’s strong, yet soft, hands gently fondled her sensitive tits.

Scootaloo smiled at the sight. She was glad to see Sweetie so happy. When they had begun going out, they had worried about the effect their relationship would have on the group. Fortunately, their bonds had only strengthened, both with each other and with Apple Bloom. The earth filly may have technically been single, but that had not prevented them from fooling around on occasion. That was, in fact, how they had discovered Sweetie’s submissive side.

Scootaloo giggled as a particularly loud moan filled the tree house. With a mischievous grin she began working her fingers under the waistband of Sweetie’s pajama bottoms before pulling them down, exposing her marefriend’s delicate folds, still moist from her teasing from before. She took a deep breath, deeply inhaling the familiar aroma.

She gently spread her marefriend’s legs, allowing herself a more full view of the unicorn filly’s pussy. She licked her lips, then leaned forward to plan her muzzle squarely over the throbbing mound. She blew gently on the moist slit and was gratified to hear a small cry in response. She grinned. Sweetie had always been sensitive, but that only made the teasing all the more fun. Scootaloo once again stuck out her tongue, taking a slow, teasing poke at the wet folds before her.

Sweetie’s reaction was immediate. Her legs clamped shut around Scootaloo’s head, forcing her muzzle even closer to her crotch. Her head bucked backwards, driving the dull tip of her horn into Apple Bloom’s generous bosom, making the earth filly let out a moan of her own. Scootaloo giggled, licking at the bitter juices of her marefriend’s arousal. At first she had not liked the taste, but as they dated it had grown on her quickly, as the more she tasted the more she knew her Sweetie was enjoying herself.

Scootaloo whirled her tongue around, trailing it up and down Sweetie’s moist slit. The unicorn filly moaned at the sensation, and Scootaloo could feel her thighs tremble around her head. She continued to push with her tongue, delving deeper inside the folds, lapping at the warm inner walls with her long, flexible tongue.

“S-Scoot!” Sweetie gasped, trembling as pleasure wracked her body. “Don’t s-stop!” Scootaloo began licking with even more gusto, and Apple Bloom continued to fondle the little mare’s breasts. Finally, it was all too much and with a squeal Sweetie Belle came. Her legs tightened around Scootaloo’s head, pushing her muzzle right into the emerging flood of cum. Scootalo had to drink for all she was worth to keep from drowning in Sweetie’s juices. Finally, Sweetie relaxed, her legs flopping to the sides in exhaustion. Scootaloo grabbed a napkin to wipe up what little cum she couldn’t get, while Apple Bloom cradled Sweetie’s head in her lap. Then they just sat for a moment, resting in each other’s company and enjoying their bond.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Hello?” Said a familiar voice. Before the girls could answer or react, the door opened, and in walked none other than Silver Spoon. Her eyes widened and her face went crimson as she spotted the crusaders. “I-I-I’m sorry, I’ll c-come back later…” She stammered, turning to leave, before Apple Bloom called her.

“Wait!”

==O==

“Sorry ya had to see that,” Apple Bloom said, blushing a little. She had taken Silver Spoon out onto the little balcony outside the tree house to give the other girls a chance to clean and cover up.

“Oh, um… actually… I-I didn’t mind… all that much…” Silver Spoon trailed off, nervously tugging at her braid. Awkward silence descended, as the two earth mares looked at the ground. “A-actually, I wanted to ask you girls for help with something… I didn’t mean to barge in like I did.”

“It’s fine,” Apple Bloom assured her, “To tell ya the truth we were just relieved it wasn’t mah sister.”

Silver Spoon giggled at that, but continued to shyly tug on her braid. “Um, what I wanted to ask you…” She trailed off, a tinge of pink coloring the silvery fur of her cheeks.

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom prodded.

“It’s about Diamond Tiara. W-well, sort of. I’ve just, there’s a small problem…”

Apple Bloom’s expression darkened. “She’s not being mean to ya again, is she?”

“W-what? No! Of course not! How could you ask that?”

Apple Bloom recoiled. “S-sorry, Ah shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions…”

The two girls fell silent as Silver Spoon worked up the courage to say what she needed to. “She, she’s been wonderful, but, something’s missing. Don’t get me wrong! I’m glad she and I are so close now, and she always listens to what I have to say, and asks my opinion but… I, I almost miss being bossed around like before. I can’t explain it, and I know it’s weird, but…”

Apple Bloom chuckled. “Ah know what ya mean. Ah never personally worried about it, Ah know pretty well what Ah like, but I was there when Sweetie was first figurin it out, back when she and Scoots first started dating. The important thing, what let her work it all out, was that she was open with us, and we were there for her. Friendship is all about trust, and, well, so it that.”

Silver Spoon put her face in her hands and let out a groan, “So you’re saying I should just tell her.”

“Yeah, basically.”

“But I can’t!” Silver Spoon protested, “She’s my best friend! She means the world to me! I can’t risk having her think I’m… weird.”

“Well,” Apple Bloom said hesitantly, “Ah don’t know what to tell ya. Ah mean, I know how she used to be, but she’s changed a lot over the last few years. She’s really grown into a great pony, and I think ya could trust her with this. Ah mean, ya trusted me with it.”

Silver Spoon sniffed, tears forming in her eyes as she leaned against the wall of the clubhouse. “I, I know, you’re right. I just, I’m not ready. I can’t…” She trailed off.

Apple Bloom patted her shoulder. “Look, ya saw the kind of stuff we were doing, whether ya meant to or not. Is that what you really want?”

The silver mare spoke, trembling as a few tears managed to escape and roll down her cheek. “I don’t know. I just... this is all so new to me, I’m not used to feeling so unsure about stuff like this!” She sighed. “I came to you for advice, because you three are my best friends besides DT. Do you think- I mean, would you be willing to um, you know… walk me through it?”

Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment, mulling it over. On the one hand, this was a very personal and intimate thing she was asking. On the other, they were friends, and Apple Bloom was never one to let down a friend in need. “Come on, let’s see if the others are done cleaning up in there. Then we can have a nice discussion, and see what they think. ‘Kay?”

Silver Spoon nodded, flicking away her tears.