Author's Note

WARNING, this episode contains: Rarity x Sweetie Belle, rimming, a dildo, and two sisters reconnecting

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Episode 6 - Forever Filly (by 621Chopsuey)

Carousel Boutique

Rarity certainly had a rather interesting day. Not to say a day when the Elements of Harmony face an ancient or relatively infant evil wasn't interesting to begin with -- those never failed to bring about adventure and excitement. No, what was interesting was today, an ordinary day in the life of Rarity, turned extraordinary.

Today was the day she realized her younger sister was growing up. Sad as it was to arrive at that understanding, Rarity had to accept the fact. No longer was Sweetie Belle into adorable dress-up photo ops, puppet shows or miniature ice cream sundaes.

However accepting her sister’s current taste in pastimes turned out to be a difficult matter, even as Rarity laid herself out on her bed and swung aside her tail to expose the feminine features beneath for said sibling.

“Sweetie Belle, darling… are you sure you want to do this?”

Behind her Sweetie Belle licked her lips in anticipation, an inquisitive gleam in her eyes. “Positive.”

“I feel I should remind you this sort of thing could be considered… well, unusual.”

“Just relax, Rarity! It’ll be fun!”

“If you say so, darling.” With that, Rarity hiked up her hindquarters with anxious anticipation. Sure, she had her fair share of sexual partners over the years and was well acquainted with presenting herself in such a manner, however never in her wildest dreams did Rarity foresee herself in this position before her younger sister. Well, not necessarily young anymore, but all the same meaning.

Relax, Rarity echoed her sister’s words as she felt small hooves tenderly roam over her rear. This could turn out to be rather enjoyable. Gradually it became so as Sweetie Belle’s ministrations on her marshmallow plot grew from gentle rubbing to thorough kneading. At one point one of Sweetie Belle’s hooves went from digging into that voluptuous marshmallow plot to slithering down and massaging the nethers next door, a transition in contact Rarity couldn't help but blissfully hiss as it stirred a rising heat in her core.

Sweetie Belle took that as a positive sign and rubbed a little more vigorously, eliciting further, stronger hisses, before halting her sensual ministrations altogether.

Rarity looked back, her gaze pleading. “Please… don't stop…” she whimpered.

Much as she wanted to get devious and make her sister beg, Sweetie Belle chose not to, perishing the thought and instead opting to pry open Rarity’s lower lips and reveal the damp depths inside. A couple of strings of arousal crisscrossed the tunnel like a spider’s web, hanging over the pleasure button winking with vigor below. Her aroma was… the best word Sweetie Belle’s dictionary of a brain could come up with was ‘intoxicating’. Alluring, too. She took a singular slow lick up from her clitoris all the way to her anus, ensuring every detail of her sister’s marehood was burned into her memory, all the while ensuring the agonizingly slow pace drove Rarity mad with desire.

By now Rarity had enough of waiting. “Sweetie Belle, if you don't fuck me this instant I will take matters into my own hooves!”

Her not-so-younger sister obliged.

Rarity bit her lip and squealed as a tongue swirled around not her vagina, rather her puckering ponut with persistence. It was an odd sensation that, much as she hated to admit to even herself, pleasured her in ways rivaling that of a tongue to the marehood. The fact further established itself when Rarity felt Sweetie Belle drive her tongue beyond the pucker into the outermost depths of her anus, bringing about the first of many rivulets of mare juices to drip to the floor.

The pink on Rarity’s face deepened. So unladylike, she thought. She was then caught off guard at the pressing of a phallic force against her rear. “Sweetie Belle, what are --” Any further words died in her throat when the foreign intruder sank inside, the muscles of which by now clenched repeatedly with vigor in a desperate grab for the not-necessarily-unwelcome visitor.

Smirking in delight, Sweetie Belle pulled the phallus back until the very tip remained inside before slamming back home, rewarding her with a very guttural groan. She kept up the pace, pumping the phallus in and out of her sister’s rear while vehemently rubbing her soaking slit.

Rarity made sure her enjoyment was well vocalized.

“Oh yes! Fuck yes! Don’t you stop, Sweetie Belle!” Her climax was nigh, like a train approaching the peak of a steep incline. All she needed was a final push to send her over the edge. “Oh goodness… I’m going to… I’m gonna…”

Almost there.

“I’m going to cum!”

At last that final push came in the form of Sweetie Belle slamming the didlo home almost all the way inside, sending Rarity gloriously into fit of pleasured spasms, squeals and the singular shout of her sister’s name upon her arrival into a realm of warm, encompassing euphoria. Seconds passed, perhaps minutes. It was impossible to tell as the passage of time remained irrelevant in this wonderful plane of pleasure. However long, Rarity soon descended from said plane of pleasure to be greeted by the softness of her bed.

From there silence fell over the room save for the gentle pants leaving Rarity as she basked in the afterglow.

With a pleasured hum she sat rolled over and herself up. She could only imagine the disheveled condition of her mane at the present moment, but that was a concern quickly cast to the back of her mind. Rather, she gazed lovingly at Sweetie Belle, smiling at the evidence of her younger sister’s well-worth efforts splattered all over her face.

“That was… marvelous,” she breathed. “I suppose I stand corrected. However there is one matter that perplexes me: where did you get the…” She hesitated, not entirely comfortable with using certain words around her sister. “Um… the dildo?”

“I asked a favor from a recent client.” She levitated the dildo out of Rarity’s ass, much to the latter’s disappointment, and showed it to her elder sibling. “What do you think? I had Chip sculpt it just for you, ridges and all. Not bad for a colt, huh?”

“You certainly have a veritable network of connections.”

Sweetie Belle smiled knowingly. “You still have a lot to learn about me.”

“I think you've demonstrated that point quite clearly.” Rarity’s nethers instinctively clenched. “What do you propose we do next?”

Sweetie Belle rolled onto her back. With a very sultry smile she spread her legs to reveal her own moist treasure ready for plundering. “Let’s start with with erogenous zones.”

Rarity licked her lips. This was going to be a fun evening indeed.

Canterlot Carousel

Sassy Saddles fell back onto the couch with a sigh. From her resting position in the office, she took in the pristine cleanliness of the now appropriately spring-themed Canterlot Carousel. If a customer were to have walked in at that moment and seen the place as well as her, they would have believed Sassy was solely responsible for the transition -- springsition, as Rarity dubbed it.

Of course this was not the case, and Sassy was relieved her employer had taken care of much of the work prior to her engagement in Ponyville. Now, after a long and exhausting day of cleaning, organizing, and sprucing up Canterlot Carouse, Sassy could officially say her responsibilities were accomplished. Now she could rest and relax. She certainly deserved it, having done so much in such a limited timeframe.

With her magic, the blue unicorn discarded her outfit, folding it neatly and setting it aside. Much as she adored it, Sassy preferred to spend the rest of her evening free from the confines of her clothing. And Celestia forbid Sassy ruined such a fetching outfit through her imminent activities.

Following her disrobing she procured a bottle from its hiding place in the office, and with it a dildo that appeared akin to that of an oversized horsecock. Sassy’s nethers immediately began to moisten as her lustful gaze settled on the pleasurable company soon to join them. In no time the rubbery shaft was coated in a generous layer of lube and repeatedly spearing its way into Sassy’s ass thanks to her magic.

Her marehood did not remain neglected in the interim, her hoof a blur as she rubbed her now-soaked entrance, occasionally diddling at her clitoris whenever the pink nub peeked out from its fleshy residence to give the world a friendly wink. Every instance Sassy made contact with her love button a fresh wave of moisture would glaze her hoof and lower lips, further stimulating her and pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Oh, how she needed this after such a long day! Sassy’s moans, pleasured moans graced with that lovely Trottish accent that erected attention in many senses of the word, were a testament of that claim. Admittedly her experience would’ve been better were it a live stallion plowing her ass and not a lubed-up rubber horsecock -- someone like that gentlecolt Fancy Pants, or that dashing bodyguard of Princess Cadenza’s.

Perhaps another time, she thought amidst her pleasure-saturated mind. For now Sassy made do with the resources at hoof.

When Sassy came, it was a quiet occurrence. She bit her lip as she arched her back, her body and its spasming around the rubber horsecock. No yips, no squeals, no outrageous screams of coming or pleasure. Just silent ecstasy.

The high soon wore off and Sassy fell limp on the couch. The next few moments remained equally silent as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Oh, how I needed that.”