Caring for the Young One

II: Dented Dignity

Night had arrived quickly for Rarity. She had been hard at work tailoring, stitching together intricate garbs and attire for the most affluent of clientele. Her craft captivated her, so much so that she had barely noticed the day slip past her. But looking up from her sewing machine, the world outside her window was dark. “Time to put Sweetie to bed,” she thought, “and then I can settle down by the fireside with a nice mug of hot cocoa and a good book.”

Pushing open her sibling’s door, she was surprised to see Sweetie was already long asleep. Her eyes were pinned tightly shut as tiny snores escaped her mouth. Pleasantly taken aback, Rarity backed out the room and slowly drew the door closed again. “Oh, bless. She must have been exhausted, playing out with her friends all day.” Rarity felt content and relaxed as she trotted away towards the lounge.

Sweetie’s left eye crept open as the dull clop of hooves on carpet became increasingly distant. She stared out into her empty bedroom, lit up slightly by the cool beams of moonlight that seeped in between her curtains. The filly lingered, stock still, only her open eye proving she wasn’t asleep. Waiting until the time was right, she peeled back her sheets and stared down at her genitals. She’d managed to go all day without mounting either of her friends, though she had convinced them both to try sucking on her testicles . They said they'd had fun, but none of them had gotten cutie marks for it...

It hadn't been overly long since her intimate moment with the teddy bear, but already she could sense her body needed another release. Punctuating these thoughts, Sweetie watched as her cock slowly and invitingly slid free of her sheath. As she leant forwards to watch, it crept towards her face before coming to rest mere millimeters from her muzzle. It hovered there, rising and falling slightly with each of her excited breaths. She couldn’t just sit there waiting anymore, teasing herself in the most painful of manner. She simply had to have it.

Inching further forth, she came to rest her lips against its flared head. She gave it a cautious peck of a kiss as she got a sense of the feeling, a sense of that incredible smell. It was something she couldn’t accurately describe. She could catch hints of so many different aromas in its overbearing musk, all of which beckoned her in. Pushing forwards, Sweetie felt her lips slowly part to accommodate the strange tool she’d always had but never understood. As it crept into her body she got a sense of every bump and groove that accented it, transfixed by its heavenly feeling.

But she didn’t want to take any more than she could handle. Not yet, anyway. She stopped her movement as her lips pressed playfully against her medial ring, marking a milestone in her first attempt at oral. Inquisitively she began to see-saw back and forth, working her cock with real care and appreciation. She was practically hypnotized by the weird beauty that inhabited her throat, and she could only oblige to worship it appropriately.

Her lustful – yet timid – beginnings had been left by the wayside as she began to slide up and down her own length at a faster and faster pace. She was enjoying this too much to go slow again. She could focus on nothing but the incredible sensations in both her throat and privates as she kept playing her depraved game.
But being new to the game, she didn’t quite realise how important it was to pace herself. She found herself caught off guard as the entire lower half of her body seemed to tense up in the strangest of ways. Sweetie’s face morphed into one of panic when she felt a torrent of liquid forcing it’s way up her urethra towards her awaiting mouth. She desperately tried to pull herself free, but – to her alarm – found she couldn’t open her jaw wide enough to release the flared head lodged in her mouth. So that mouth was the only place the flow could go. Her lips wedged open, Sweetie gagged and spluttered as the cum flowed thick and fast into her belly. She could hear the liquid sloshing back and forth most violently, weighing her stomach down like the aftermath of a heavy meal. Her skin stretched and grew to hold this vast mass inside her. Sweetie was terrified she would burst, but she couldn’t risk spilling any of her seed. If she made a mess and her sister caught her, the trouble would be immense.

Fortunately for Sweetie’s safety, the rush came to an end shortly after, the final few droplets dribbling from her shaft in a rather pathetic manner. From the sight of her belly, the little one looked like she could’ve been several months pregnant. Though this fact didn’t worry Sweetie at all as she slumped down, exhausted. She was asleep before her head had even hit the pillow. At least Rarity wouldn’t find out. That was all the mattered to her.

Ponyville awoke to the serenade of birdsong. The sun climbed into the sky as the moon retreated for yet another day, shining heartily down on the stirring population. Rarity had been up way before the dawn chorus, though. She’d been up since the early hours of the morning working on her outfits. Partially putting finishing touches to commissioned attire, but she’d also spent an unreal amount of time picking out clothes for her next visit to Manehattan. Sure, it was still a month away, but any excuse to look through her wardrobe.

The unicorn squinted out the window as the piercing sunlight caught her eyes. She put down the frocks she had been examining and wandered into the kitchen. Quick as a flash she had put together a simple breakfast for Sweetie Belle, and carefully loaded it onto a tray. She telepathically grabbed it as she walked towards the stairs. Who doesn’t love a surprise breakfast in bed?

Slowly casting Sweetie’s door open, Rarity’s eyes settled on the familiar shape of her sibling lying prone beneath the sheets. Even though none of the little filly was visible, Rarity knew her sister was under there. She could see the duvet rise and fall with each of her long, drawn out breaths. A mild clatter reverberated around the room as the unicorn rested the tray on Sweetie Belle’s bedside table. As she pulled the sheets aside she was hit by an oddly familiar smell. It was one she recognized, just not one that normally emanated from Sweetie Belle’s bed. No, this was a smell she knew from scandalous burlesque clubs in the city, namely the scent of a spent stallions ‘leavings’. This could only mean two things. Either a stallion had snuck into the house and had their vicious way with Sweetie, or...

Rarity flung back the sheets and found her answer. The mattress was stained top to bottom with semen. It had soaked deep into the sheets, leaving them dry and crusted in a vile manner. Judging by the position of the stain in relation to her sister, Rarity could piece together what had happened pretty easily. Sweetie Belle simply hadn’t noticed that as she swallowed down her spunk the night before it had swiftly proceeded to pour out of her rear, marking the bed with her shame.

Sweetie Belle woke with a start as she felt herself being dragged upright by her ear. She knew it was her sister. “Ow Rarity! what are you doing, I was trying to sleep! Let go, that hurts!”

With her sibling now fully awake, Rarity simply pointed at the hideous mess left in the filly’s wake. “Young lady, take your breakfast to the dining room and wait for me. I’m going to have to put your sheets through the wash and hang them out to dry. But when I’m done, we’re going to have a long, important chat.” Rarity stood with her hooves crossed, staring at her sister. Sweetie slumped from her bed in humiliation and crept by her sister, opting to leave the tray behind. She wasn’t really hungry yet.

The warm rays of sunlight poured in through the open dining room kitchen, bathing the room in a healthy, warm glow. Sweetie’s mood was far colder, however, as she idly pushed her cereal in a spiral around the bowl with her spoon. She simply stared out the window, watching her sister put out the washing. She was stood on her hind legs, throwing the washing over the line with her fore-hooves, before telepathically moving the pegs into place. Sweetie could feel her train of thought derailing as she watched. Her eyes slowly fixed on Rarity’s thighs, which swung left and right slightly with each of her movements. What sumptuous, lithe thighs they were… Sweetie could only imagine how good it would feel to squeeze that body, to run her hooves along her slight yet defined outline. Rarity seemed to wiggle her hips back and forth in the most teasing manner, swishing her tail, exposing her sex.

This unintentional show was all too much for Sweetie Belle, who suddenly felt a dull thud send sparks of pain through her body. She could feel that her now fully erect cock had smacked against the underside of the table, desperate as it was to become better acquainted her Rarity’s supple backside.

Leaning her fore-leg down under the table she grabbed her throbbing member and proceeded to jerk violently. Watching her sister was all the encouragement she needed as her mind flooded with the most perverse of thoughts. She wondered just how tight that little asshole of hers would be… Rarity was always talking about how she was saving herself for that perfect stallion. How it was her true desire to submit her body to her one true love on the night of their sublime white wedding. But how incredible would it be to take that dream from her, by force if necessary? All of her sisters plans of grandiosity and self-importance dashed as she found herself the eager, lustful breeder of a mare.

Not even a mare, but a filly.

A futanari filly.

Her own sister.

Sweetie tugged herself out of her lustful daydreams as she realized her orgasm was imminent. Unlike the night before, she couldn’t just drink it down, because now she knew that wouldn’t work. But at the same time, she wouldn’t be able to run to the bathroom, or even the kitchen sink. There wasn’t time. She crushed her urethra with her hoof in an effort to hold in the potent cum that forced its way up from her core, desperate to find somewhere for it to go.

There was only one thing for it. Leaning across the breakfast table she grabbed a large jug of milk that sat in place at its center. Fortunately Sweetie had poured some onto her cereal already, meaning the jug was only half full. She slung the jug under the table and pointed her shaft at the open top. Releasing her hoof, she cried out as the torrent broke forth. Having held it inside it had built up pressure, rushing free like a fire hose. As the spray collided with the surface of the milk, some of the jugs contents splashed out and onto the floor. As an urgent measure, she drove her cock down into the liquid in an effort to stop the splash-back. This seemed to work for her as she felt her now cold horsecock slowly empty its load into the jug. By the time she withdrew, it was entirely full again.

She practically threw the jug down against the table as her sister walked in from the garden. “Eat your cereal, Sweetie Belle.”
Sweetie looked down at her full bowl of breakfast cereal, whilst trying to stealthily cleanse her dick of the excess milk that remained on it.

“I’m sorry Rarity, I just don’t like it…”

“Oh, honestly darling, there’s nothing wrong with it. I guess I’ll just have to finish the box then.” Rarity grabbed one of the bowls from the kitchen, levitating it to her place at the table. She proceeded then to empty the contents of the cereal box into her bowl, before pouring herself a hearty slathering of milk.

“Now, there’s no need to beat about the bush. I know EXACTLY what you were doing last night, and I’m not happy about it. If you want to get a better understanding of your body then that is understandable, but that is NOT the way to go about it.”

Sweetie squirmed awkwardly in her seat, before dropping to the floor and slinking towards the doorway. “Where do you think you are going, Sweetie Belle? You are grounded after what you did. Grounded until tomorrow, ready for school.” The unicorn stared daggers at her little sister, making sure she began to climb the stairs to her room. After seeing her to her room and locking the door, Rarity made her way outside. She was going to go and seek some magical advice.

Twilight Sparkle was sat in her humble throne as Rarity spoke. The white unicorn was pacing back and forth, embarrassingly blurting through her sister’s situation. Twilight kicked her legs up onto the desk and rested a hoof against her cheek. It was obviously more than a little tricky for the alicorn to hide her boredom with her friends surely exaggerated story. She leant forwards as Rarity trailed off, her garbled words replaced by deep, gasping breaths for air.

“Okay Rarity, I understand the gravitas of this issue, but I don’t know quite what you want from me. I’m the Princess of Friendship. I’m not a biologist.”

Rarity rolled her eyes before directing them towards the Princess. She spoke with a rather patronizing tone. “I want you, Twilight Sparkle, to give me some advice on spells! I know that Celestia taught you everything she in the book! Plus you lived in a library before all of this castle malarkey, so you must have some body-mod spells under your belt!”

A single raised eyebrow was the only response Rarity got back before Twilight spoke up. “Of course I know ‘body-mod’ spells, as you call them. Why, when I was a filly I crafted my father a very special dragon cock. Two of them, in fact. Oh my, the things he could do to me and mother with them you would never believe. After I’d cast a spell to allow our bodies to handle them, of course…”

Rarity stared at the perverse creature before her, her jaw hanging open. She spoke through disgusted bile. “What is the matter with you, Twilight? That is disgusting, you freak!”

Twilight laughed as she stood from her throne and walked to her friend’s side. “Rarity, honestly now, I’m only messing with you! You should see the look on your face! So silly!” Her smile crept wider as she walked away again. She knew she wasn’t lying.

She rested her behind atop the table as she set the record straight. “Okay Rarity, here’s what I can tell you. There are spells that manipulate the libido, both to increase and decrease it. But these have all been crafted over years of study into the physique of stallions and mares. It would be far too much of a risk to try it on a filly. And while I could set to work on creating a new filly-centric spell, it would take months, perhaps even years of research. I’m sorry. All I can suggest to you is that if it gets any worse you take her to the hospital for a check-up. They’ll be better suited to dealing with the physical side of the scenario.”

Rarity's face was a picture of disappointment. She had wanted to steer clear of the doctors if she could. Being a unicorn she had always trusted magic over medicine. But nonetheless, if it was the only option... She quietly thanked her friend for the advice and turned to the vast double doors that marked the edge of the grand hall.

“Hey Rarity! If we get this sorted maybe the two of you can come out with me and father to celebrate!” Rarity held back a gag as she slammed the doors shut behind her.

"Animal."