Caring for the Young One

I: Difficult Time of Life

Rarity’s face was a picture of concentration as she worked. Her tongue stuck out slightly and her brow was furrowed as she stitched together the last few seams of her latest project. After what had felt like days of work, she carefully dressed one of her mannequins in the new outfit. “VOILA!” She cried, her face a picture of joy. The perfect maid’s dress! She was ecstatic with pride. An outfit requested by Princess Celestia no less, for one of her personal members of staff! “Whichever pony gets to wear this would look rather dashing, even if I do say so myself…” Rarity chuckled to herself as she appreciated her work.

Her appreciation was interrupted by the sound of creaking and groans drifting down the stairs from the upper floor. Rarity – intrigued – trotted her way up the stairs and settled by the door through which the noises trickled. It was Sweetie Belle’s room, and as such Rarity was very cautious as she pushed the door open. She had no idea what to expect. But she certainly didn’t expect to see what she did. She was staring at Sweetie as she stood on her bed, one of her prized teddy bears wedged beneath her legs. A tear had been made in the bear's crotch, and Sweetie Belle was desperately plowing her cock into this makeshift vagina.

Rarity had never quite gotten to grips with her little sister being born futanari. She never knew how to act in regards to the genitals that hung between Sweetie’s legs - and her parents clearly never had been either - considering they had refused to give her the old ‘birds and bees’ chat. Watching her sister’s balls pendulum back and forth, smacking against the soft felt toy with a dull thud, she could do nothing but let out a short yelp in embarrassment. “Sweetie dear, wha-what in Equestria are you doing to Mr Bibble?!” Her young sister looked up from her strange mate, and stared longingly at her sister.

“Please Sis, you gotta help me get the funny feeling out of me! I can’t stop it and it’s so agonizing! I needed something to help me and Mr Bibble was all I could find!” She jumped from the bed, her cock covered in stuffing that stuck to the pre that smeared her shaft. As Sweetie galloped towards her, Rarity took a hurried step backwards out of the room, slamming the door shut as she went. Holding the door by the handle, she listened to the dull, heavy thuds as Sweetie rubbed her cock against the wood in desperation. Once the bangings subsided, Rarity braved a listen through the door. Pressing her ear to it, she could make out the sounds of the squeaking bed-springs as her sister resumed her urgent humping of that poor, poor bear.

A short while later Sweetie trudged down the flight of stairs. She peered left and right, scanning the rooms she passed as she searched for her sister. Finally, her eyes settled upon her, sat on one of the couches in the lounge. She had bundled herself up in a blanket, her entire body engulfed in the fabric. The little filly watched as her older sister lifted a short glass of whiskey to her lips. Several large ice cubes clinked against one another in the glass, betraying Rarity’s nervous shakes. Rarity’s ears pricked up as she heard her sister enter the room, spinning around with a start to confront her.

“Sweetie Belle! What in Equestria were you doing in there?!” She stared intensely at her sister as she shuffled awkwardly on her hooves. She clearly regretted coming to apologize.

“I’m sorry sis I just don’t know what came over me and I was really scared and I didn’t know what to do and my colt-bits felt funny and I had to scratch them on something and Mr Bibble was the only one I could find and…”

Rarity shushed her sister as the young filly's voice began to wobble and her eyes welled up. Rarity's anger quickly transformed into pity as she realized her sister was just confused and scared. As she would be at this age. She patted the space next to her on the sofa, encouraging Sweetie to come cuddle up with her. Still sniffling, she did so as Rarity lifted the blanket from around herself, carefully wrapping it around her sister’s shoulders.

“Okay Sweetie, I think it’s come to that point in your life where I need to explain a little more to you about your body. You see, you were born as a type of pony called a futa. These are very unique and special little ponies that have both colt-bits and filly-bits. Now, I understand it must seem strange, all of your filly-friends having different bodies from you. But you mustn’t worry, okay? You just need to understand yourself. Sometimes, dear, you’ll get funny feelings in your colt-bits, feelings like it needs to be touched. Is that what you were feeling?”

Sweetie looked down at her crotch and back up at her sister, nodding. “Do you mean in my cock and balls Rarity?” Rarity’s eyes widened with alarm at her sister’s lewd comments.

“Sweetie! Where did you manage to pick up such vulgar language?” Sweetie Belle’s eyes began to burrow into the floor. Obviously she’d said the wrong thing, she thought to herself.

“I heard the colts in Cheerilee’s sex ed class saying it. I didn’t know they were bad words…”

Rarity’s tone leveled out again, becoming reassuring once more. “That’s okay, dearie, but you mustn’t use words like that in public. Okay? You need to refer to those bits properly. Now, if you touch your… penis… enough, this special liquid comes out the end. That’s called cum, and it’s a very magical thing. If you put your penis into a mare’s vagina and get cum in there, she’ll get pregnant. Now, as fun as little bouncing baby foals are, they are a VERY big responsibility, alright? Not something a pony of your age should be burdened with. So I want you to promise me you won’t try and cum into any mares until you are older and ready for the responsibility, okay?”

She placed her hoof under Sweetie’s chin, lifting her head up to meet her sister’s eyeline. The young filly nodded assuredly, happy to have been given all the facts she so urgently needed.

“Good girl, sis. In that case, why don’t you pop along and play with your friends for a little while. You said you were going to go and meet up with the rest of the Crusaders today, didn’t you?” Rarity smiled awkwardly as her sister trotted from the room. As the door swung shut she turned back round to the coffee table, levitating her glass to her lips and taking a swig. “Sweet Celestia, that was a painful little chat.”