As its engine, Scootaloo was in charge of the Cutie Mark Crusader wagon. Having recuperated a little since yesterday’s event, the filly just could not pass up a joyride, and with school cancelled and the streets clear, the little filly knew there was no better day, especially to vent some steam and clear her mind.

She took off in a blur, whizzing past the buildings along the cobblestone road. Scootaloo was an experienced scooter rider and a thrill seeker, so it came as no surprise to her when she felt bored that there were no carts or ponies to dodge during her ride. Never-the-less, the wind flying by and the g-forces as she turned gave her just the thrill she needed.

Skidding to a stop at the front of her house, the orange furred filly couldn’t fight the encounter with the plant monster from popping back into her mind. She also felt guilty about leading her friends into the room, despite Twilight Sparkle’s warning. In the end, Twilight felt so guilty and paranoid, that she personally escorted each filly to their homes, forbidding them from crusading any more until this whole thing was solved. Naturally, they ignored her commands.

Scootaloo sighed while hooking up the wagon to her scooter. She could still feel those wet things wriggling in and out of her, stretching and penetrating her core. She was sure as hay that day would be forever etched into her memory. She darted away in the direction of the clubhouse.

Kicking up dust, she arrived. Setting aside her helmet and scooter, she trotted up the ramps to the door, shoved the little door open, and recoiled at the sight of one of her filly friend’s face buried in between the other’s flanks.

Apple Bloom lurched away, face dripping with filly juice, while Sweetie Belle sat right on her haunches immediately after. They each sported bright red cheeks and the most unbelievable expressions Scootaloo had ever seen.

“We-” Bloom started.

“We got bored waiting,” Sweetie winced from a hoof in the shoulder.

Scootaloo laughed and Apple Bloom wiped her muzzle.

“Well -hehe- you guys could’ve waited for me before starting that!” She covered her mouth in shock at what she had said, feeling all the more aroused.

Sweetie Belle looked between her friends and smiled, “Well, we don’t have to stop,” with her adrenaline lowered, her heat had returned full force, “b-besides, it just might lead to our cutie marks!”

“Aw shoot, I want my cutie mark, but that kinda cutie mark don’t seem much appropriate, I think.”

“Well, I wanna try it.”

Sweetie and Apple Bloom looked at their friend quizzically.

“The face thing,” She continued, “What you guys were doing.”

“Oh that,” Sweetie Belle clarified, “I was just saying how I wished I could reach my tongue back there, so Apple Bloom offered to try it on me and... it feels really good,” she shut her eyes, dwelling on the sensations her friend was giving her a few moments ago.

Now that she realized how willing she and her friends were about experimenting, Apple Bloom began to feel hot. She shot up with fervour, “So uh, who goes first?”

Scoot ventured closer to the rose-maned filly, “I wanna lick you, Apple Bloom.”

The girl blushed at her friend’s forwardness, “So should I turn around?”

“Try laying down,” Apple Bloom sat back down, then lay down on her side. She shivered when Scootaloo placed a hoof on her back leg to prop it up. Hesitating, Scootaloo lowered her mouth to Apple Bloom’s flower. She offered a testing lick, surprised and invigorated by how soft and pliable the area was. Apple Bloom gasped at Scootaloo’s warm, soft tongue firmly sliding against her filly parts. Scootaloo lifted her head back up to see Apple Bloom’s jaw hanging in pleasure. Bloom urged her friend not to stop, so Scoot went down again.

The young farm-filly cooed in pleasure. The softness of Scootaloo’s tongue contrasted the roughness of the vines from yesterday, but felt so much more intimate than her own hoof, “Lick harder,” she urged, and she moaned deeply when she felt the tongue reach far into her puffy foal folds. The farm-girl bucked her groin into her friend’s face, trying to get more of that feeling.

“Whoa!” Scootaloo grunted in surprise.

“Sorry,” Applebloom ignored her for the most part, and instead she put the side of her hoof to her fillyhood in the tongue’s absence, stroking roughly.

Scootaloo tilted her head to see Sweetie in a sitting position with a foreleg wiggling between her flanks, her face flushed and erotic. She considered her own growing need and Apple Bloom’s unused tongue, “Oh!” the girls jumped out of their sexual reverie, “I got it! Sweetie, you lick me, and Apple Bloom can lick you!”

Sweetie Belle was skeptical, “At the same time?”

“Yeah, we all lay on our sides facing the center!”

“Oh oh oh! It’ll be like a love triangle!” Sweetie Belle suggested, giggling excitedly.

"Triangle," Apple Bloom said, "I reckon it does look like a triangle. Ah!" her thoughts interrupted by Scoot's quick, deep lick up her slit.

With Scootaloo laying on her side, face dug in between Apple Bloom's hind legs, Sweetie Belle positioned herself in the same way at the pegasus's back end. The unicorn filly grabbed her friend's flanks and forced her face between them. She was delighted by Scootaloo's surprise, and even moreso after hearing the filly's moans to her tongue. In turn, Apple Bloom reached her hooves around Sweetie's flanks, and parted the white pony's hind legs to deliver her own treatment. By then, the only sounds heard inside the clubhouse were of foalish, filly-moans, some stronger than the rest when one of them got aggressive. Though they didn't get too loud since it was all through their noses.

Apple Bloom's arousal came to a high when the burning feeling in her crotch intensified, "Faster, Scootaloo! Harder!" To which her friend obliged, finding the necessary strength her tongue required by the sound of Apple Bloom's pleasure. Bloom decided, then, that her hoof would be needed to finish herself off, so she removed herself from the wonderful tongue for the violent pounding only her hoof could offer. With the chain broken, though, Scootaloo felt Sweetie Belle easing up, slightly.

With Apple Bloom to relieve herself, Scootaloo turned to Sweetie Belle, and she reached between the unicorn's more tender flanks to hoof-off her friend. As Bloom screamed out her orgasm, Sweetie shivered at the feeling of Scootaloo's hoof, and she decided to try give Scootaloo the same hoofing.

Apple Bloom watched her friends' mutual masturbation during her afterglow. Her chest rose and fell. She absorbed the pleasured cries her two friends made, and watched an ebb-flow of hoof roughness. Since her hoof was already in place, she decided to wiggle it around, aroused by her friends’ playing, “Ah Scootaloo, if you keep going...!” she heard Sweetie shout.

“Me too, me too,” Apple Bloom continued to watch, high on sex, as the unicorn and pegasus fillies, hooves dug into each other, finished each other off in a duet of moans. They took a breather.

“Wow,” Scoot gasped, “that felt so good.”

“Oh Luna, it did,” Sweetie Belle replied. She cracked an eye open to see Scootaloo and Apple Bloom staring at her on the verge of laughter, and thinking how corny she just sounded, she joined in.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders laughed. With the mood broken, the crusaders collectively agreed that it was time to investigate.

“Hey I know!” Scootaloo yelled, “We should find Rainbow Dash and ask her some questions!”

“Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said, “How come everything’s Rainbow Dash with ya?”

“Think about it. She controls pretty much everything that has to do with the weather, she has’ta know something about which direction the smell is coming from.”

“Oh, well that makes sense,” Apple Bloom regretted talking down to her friend, “Sorry about that, it’s a really good idea, actually,” she blushed. Scootaloo smiled.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Sweetie Belle chimed in, “She’s probably in her cloud home like all the other mares. I mean, just the pegasus mares. If they have a cloud home...” her friends snickered at her, “You know what I mean, so let’s go!”

It took as much shouting to get to Twilight to call Rainbow Dash down, but eventually the sky-blue mare angrily bolted to the ground.

“What do you fillies think you’re doing yelling up at me like that? Don’t you know I’m trying to get some shut-eye?”

“Sleep? But it’s, like, noon!” Sweetie Belle objected.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been working a lot lately,” she retorted.

Scootaloo stepped forward, “Sorry Rainbow Dash, but we were hoping you could answer some questions-”

“WWhoooooooa,” Dash interrupted staring into the distance, “It’s gotten pretty bad down here. Can you girls make it quick? It’s unbearable!” She gathered herself into a hover as to ventilate the area.

“So,” Scootaloo began, “I take it you know everything about the weather in Ponyville?”

“Uh huh,” Rainbow dash seemed irritated.

“We need to know what direction the wind is going.”

“That’s it? Well obviously it’s coming from the south,” She pointed said direction.

“Obviously?” Sweetie Belle tilted her head.

“Does it always come from the south?” Scootaloo continued.

“Well, no,” Rainbow checked her bearings, “south winds are usually warm, north winds the opposite, some days there’s no wind at all,” She put her forehoof on her chin in contemplation, “But I think I see where you girls are coming from, but I can’t remember what the winds were doing when this smell started,” her eyes started to blank out in mid-thought. She shook her head, “But anyway, this time of year, the winds generally come from the south. Does that help?” She turned her body away, expectantly.

“I think so,” Scootaloo confirmed, “How far do you think this smell could come from?”

“Don’t know, could be miles if the source is strong enough, now do you kids mind?”

“Yeah, no problem, Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo said enthusiastically, “Thanks a ton for the help!”

“See ya, girls, this filly has some hardcore napping to do,” Rainbow Dash flew off.

“Don’t work yourself too hard!” Sweetie Belle called after her in her most suggestive voice. She giggled at herself, and the others snickered as well.

After Dash was gone, the three fillies found themselves staring in the direction Rainbow pointed to as south. After a breeze blew some warm air right up their noses, Apple Bloom took a few steps forward.

"Let's go, girls," she spoke, "We should get a good start today if'n we're gonna scout out the area."

The others grunted in agreement, and they started off at a slow trot down the dirt road.

What the crusaders hoped to be a short walk to the solution to their problems was anything but. With the Everfree Forest to their left and rolling grassland to their right, backgrounded by a range of steep, blue hills, the trio pressed on into the afternoon.

"We should've got the wagon," Scootaloo lamented, Sweetie Belle agreed.

"We'll get it t'morrow," Apple Bloom assured.

After a few more minutes, Sweetie Belle couldn't hold it in, "It's getting late, we should turn back soon," looking at a hanging sun, Apple Bloom grumbled in agreement.

After another period, Apple Bloom decided they should turn back, but Scootaloo stopped them, "Hold on, girls, I wasn't sure before, but I think there's somepony ahead, just off the road."

The trio halted, unsure what to do. They alternated between glancing ahead and behind. Sweetie Belle took a step forward, "Well, why don't we just check them out? Maybe they need the help of the Cutie Mark Crusaders!" She encouraged, though she guessed that her friends, like she, might be too tired.

Scootaloo said nothing, since she feared her influence might lead them into another disaster, but Apple Bloom agreed with Sweetie, "Well, we might as well, it is a kind of long way from town, this pony could be in trouble."

They broke into a trot then, and soon, they had covered the distance between them and the mystery pony. He turned out to be a young colt, a few years older than the crusaders, an earth pony with a striking yellow coat and a long, wavy, cyan mane. He faced away from the road, but hearing the hoofsteps of the adolescent fillies, he turned, bearing his level-set, dark-red eyes. When he saw them, the eyes grew wide for a moment, examining each filly quickly before blinking and turning back.

"Can I help you?" His voice was lowered, but it sounded young and vulnerable to cracking.

"We were thinking you might need some help," Sweetie Belle offered.

The colt's head sank lower and he flattened his ears, "I ... I don't ... think so."

"What are you doing all this way from Ponyville?" Scootaloo asked, "And why don't you face us?"

"I - I..." The colt stuttered, "Fine," He got up with his tail noticeably pressed against himself, and he turned quickly, sitting back down with his forelegs placed squarely in front of his belly.

This curious behavior went unacknowledged by the fillies, "What's your name?" Apple Bloom asked.

"I'm Sun Drop," He watched Sweetie Belle walk around to his side and blushed while she checked out his blue sun cutie mark.

"What's your special talent?" She hid her own blush.

"Irrigation."

"Eerie what?" Scootaloo asked.

"It means I'm good with moving water."

"Sooo it's like you're a plumber?" Apple Bloom asked.

"No, well, not really," He looked bothered and changed the subject, "What are your names?"

"Well I'm Apple Bloom," She smiled.

"I'm Sweetie Belle."

"Scootaloo," the pegasus shrugged her wings, "So what are you doing out here?"

"I- nothing, " He answered quickly.

"Come on, you can be honest with us," Scootaloo smirked, "were you masturbating?"

"Aw, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle smiled apologetically at their new friend.

Sun Drop stared at the ground and answered in a quiet voice, "I... yeah."

They all became quiet in understanding, then Apple Bloom asked with a candid expression, "Why'd ya'll have to come all the way this far from town just to masturbate?"

"I just wanted to get away, you know, have some true privacy... but what are you girls doing out here?" He asked, very eager to change the subject again.

"We wanted to scout out this direction for any signs of what might be causing all of the ponies in Ponyville to go into heat. It's our best lead for fixin' all this mayhem in town," Apple Bloom explained, "But it's gettin mighty late, so Ah imagine we're headin' back soon."

"Oh."

"You wanna head back with us?" Sweetie Belle offered, eyeing her hooves.

"Nope."

After an awkward silence, Scootaloo broke in, "Well, it is getting late, we should probably get going now. Right girls?"

"Yeah," Apple Bloom had to agree, as well as her aching stomach, "Anyway, it was nice to meet ya, Sun Drop, but we'll be on our way now," she looked back as she turned with Scootaloo and Sweetie, "Don't ya'll stay out too late, right?" She said with concern.

"Oh," He hesitated, "I won't be out at night," He reassured.

After the Cutie Mark Crusaders took their leave and walked for a few minutes, Sweetie Belle stopped in her tracks, staring at the ground in contemplation. Scootaloo stopped, followed by Apple Bloom, and they faced their friend.

"Uh...Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom called.

The white filly looked back at the colt whom stared back as they left. Her eyes locked with his, and Sweetie made her decision, "I'm going to stay with Sun."

"What?!"

"I'll meet you girls back at the club-house tomorrow," She stated, and before her friends could object, she had cantered off. They watched Sweetie's behind shrink in the distance, and finally, when they saw her sit and wave back at them, they turned to continue on home.

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom trotted down the dusty, lonely road, the sun hanging low toward the hills on their left.

"I hope Sweetie doesn't get back too late," Apple Bloom said.

"Well one thing's for sure right now," Scootaloo noted, "Our trio's down to two."

Sweetie Belle watched her friends become two pinpricks on the horizon. Without them beside her, she did not feel as confident as before, though it wasn't too hard, she considered, to separate herself from the group. Why had she even done that? Was she truly so attracted to this pony? Maybe the smell was affecting her too much. Maybe if I stay with him it will be dark before getting home. Maybe he is actually a bad pony and will want to-

"Um," Sun broke Sweetie's train of thought, and even moreso when she fell into his piercing gaze, "what about your friends?"

Sweetie Belle dazedly replied, "Friends? Oh! I'm meeting back with them tomorrow."

The yellow colt glanced at the ground, "So..." he stared back at her with an expressionless face, "what do you want?"

"Well, I, uh," Sweetie Belle flustered, "just wanted to stick with you... me... together... out here..." Sun Drop furrowed his brow and Sweetie kicked at the dusty ground.

"I don't know..." he glanced back up the road.

"Well, honestly, if you really want to know, my offer to help is still offered," she grinned cutely.

To this, Sun Drop's eyes widened and cheeks reddened, though he kept his forelegs firmly in front of himself, "I... " he looked her up and down, "But... you're just a little filly."

"So?" The unicorn slit her eyes in irritation.

"So?!" Sun yelled, "Do you even know what you're offering?"

"Yes!" Sweetie Belle yelled back, a look of desperation, "Aaand I think that I like you."

The teenage colt shuffled his forehooves on the road, "Really?" it seemed his whole face had turned red. Sweetie Belle offered a comforting hoof to the pony's side, at which he jumped a little.

"Look," Sweetie said, "I know we just met, and this is crazy," she leaned into him, her eyes locked with his and giving him her most suggestive look, "but I think I want it, too."

Her weight and warmth on him sent his emotions on fire; her expression, her cuteness, and her willingness. His breath had shortened and pulse quickened, and Sweetie noticed.

"S-sorry," She pulled back and looked away in worry, "that was a bit too much, huh...?"

"N-no, I, well," Sun swished his tail behind him, and absent-mindedly brought a hoof up to rub his head, "I mean, it's just you're still so young, I just," he quickly brought his hoof back to the ground, "I mean, I kinda like you too, but-"

"You do?" Sweetie's hopeful voice cracked. She brought herself mildly closer to him.

"Well, yeah, you have a very nice coat and mane," he continued.

"Well, I like your blue mane."

"And your eyes are like a well-watered lawn."

She giggled, "Yours are like, the red sunset."

"I... I can't help it," Sun Drop reached a forehoof behind the young filly's head, "I... just..."

Their lips touched, and they slowly pushed themselves close. Their sensitive lips brushed and mashed together. Their bodies were on fire, and the kiss became more passionate. Sweetie let her alternate hoof reach round Sun's neck, and pushed him closer into her. With a gasp, they released and nuzzled the side of each other's head, taking in the smell of their partner's mane.

"haaah...Woow," Sweetie's voice quivered.

"I feel, guhh, all tingly," Said Sun.

"We should go to the tall grass."

Sun, overwhelmed by these new emotions, and with her horn at just the right level for his mouth, reached up gave Sweetie’s horn a quick lick, "Waaaaah!" Sweetie wailed in surprise.

"Sorry, was that..."

She smiled, "No no no, it's just sensitive," in a few steps, the couple were deep in the tall grass, and Sun grabbed the filly into another suckling kiss while they laid on the prairie with their bodies.

The warm afternoon air blew over them in a gentle breeze. They kissed hotly and their hooves caressed each other's soft fur. Sweetie squeaked when his hoof glided across the filly's tender flank. She squealed when, in passion, Sun grabbed her around the waist and pulled his lover into him so that she was trapped in his embrace. Then the girl was very aware of the bulge pressing tightly against her underbelly, and she gasped when she felt it rub against her own nether parts.

She pushed back slightly, "Your penis..."

"S-sorry," He let off the pressure a bit.

She locked her droopy eyes onto his, "L-lick my horn again, p-please?"

He couldn’t help but smile a wide smile and she giggled. He brought his wet lips to her immature unicorn horn, and he felt her tremble in his arms when they engulfed it. She moaned as he did much more than lick, he sucked, tongue-flicked, kissed, and slathered. He worked her up quite a bit, in fact, and he had to stop to check her as she began panting.

"Oh, don't stop!" she urged, "Please don't, it feels too good!" she squealed. Her moans came forth in honest gusto when he resumed. In fact, she was compelled to continue the praise, "Ah- ah- mmmh- mmh yes! It feels too good!" her ecstatic voice exclaimed, "Don't stop, don't stop! It's... It's... I'm gonna...!" Sweetie Belle wailed as her first horngasm blew her mind. She felt a strange mixture of headache pressure and private place pleasure, and an intense stream of magic leaving the tip of her horn into her partner's mouth. She had jerked forward when it hit. Meanwhile, her hind-quarters had become a wet mess of filly juice.

On Sun's side, after he witnessed the young filly go into a manic state, Sweetie Belle screamed and rammed her horn into his mouth with little warning. In a weird and unexpected twist, he found that a unicorn horn can ejaculate, given that her horn issued forth a long stream of bitter, hot, thick, sparkling, fluid from the tip. While he only smelled his own cum before, it probably tasted worse than this unicorn stuff.

"Whoa," With a few smacks, Sun cleared his mouth, "What in the name of Celestia was that?"

Sweetie was gasping for air, post climax, "Wha? What happened?"

"Your horn shot out a bunch of cum!" He said, amused.

"Huh? Did I do magic?!" She squeaked.

"What? I don't know, but it did something."

"What was it?"

"It was like cum, but all sparkly and sweet," He tasted the leftovers in his mouth, "Not that I know what it tastes like."

"Well, it felt really good," She admitted, as if it wasn't obvious, "Oh no!" Sweetie hid her face in her hooves.

"Huh? What?"

"I'm supposed to be helping you, not the other way around," She lamented.

With a giggle, Sun felt his body surge with urgency when her confession reminded him of their impending act. With a great tug, he grabbed the filly in a snug embrace. Sweetie cried out in surprise, but smiled bashfully looking up at his wanting eyes. He pulled her in close and reached a forehoof to her flanks feeling her generously while pecking her with hungry kisses wherever his lips could reach. She squeaked in pleasure with his forehoof pressed against her thigh and butt, massaging out the long walk and simultaneously turning her on. They shared a hot rod between them, pressed up against their hot, squishy bellies, and in an involuntary twitch, Sun thrust his pelvis toward her, rubbing his rod into each other.

Sun cried out earnestly, saying between breaths, "Sweetie...Belle...I need you... now!" His heart pounded. His body burning, he flipped them both so he was on top, and she lay on her back.

Sweetie Belle's hair rose at his ferocity, and was exhilarated by his roughness. His need for her body made her feel so excited to please and be pleased, but a tiny voice in her mind doubted if she was ready. Of course, she recently knew what being filled up was like, but that was a completely different thing. The plant monster was just that, a monster, but this was a pony with his own feelings!

Said feelings were now pushing urgently against her little slot like a battering ram, and she squeaked again. She reached her two forehooves down to it to guide it lower to her wet and waiting vagina. Finally, with the next thrust, the intruder broke in, and the tip spread her apart much wider than the tips of the tentacles. She cried out and bit her lower lip, her body going limp except for her hips which were raised, her legs spread out as much as possible.

"Oh goddess, Celestia!" Sun shouted, "it feels so good!" he creeped himself farther into her, grunting, with her moans to guide him. When he reached in as far as he could, he let out a satisfied groan. Sweetie could feel herself being split open by the colt's cock. He bottomed out inside her and she could feel his lower belly pressing against hers. Then he bent down to bathe her in some zesty kisses and licks. They pulled themselves as close as possible for a few minutes after which Sun pushed himself up for a good thrusting position. He pulled back from her a little bit, to their wincing, then pounded back inside, to their contented sighs.

"S-Sweetie Belle," Sun panted, "it's too good, I'm gonna rut you silly!"

Sweetie’s mind went blank and shouted in ragged lust, "y-Yes! r-r-Rut me!"

The colt gave the filly a few testing thrusts, filling her insides with his colthood. Their young cries were lost to the expansive wilderness around them, each one timed to every other raging thrust of the sex-high, adolescent earth-pony. With eyes shut tight in steamy exertion, the ponies continued, he thrusting down, she thrusting up, both firing shock-waves of hyperconductive ecstasy through their systems. Their connection could melt anything, and it spilled their juices all over Sweetie Belle's lower body, producing more with each thrust.

The air around them was transformed into a potent mixture of sex and sweat. By now, Sun Drop's penis was so well oiled by Sweetie Belle's sweet honey, that all he could feel was her grip. Sun could not keep himself from pumping faster and faster. He began grunting through his teeth with increasing intensity. His partner reflected this rise, as she noticed his strength and depth increase.

"Gonna cum! Oh, gosh. Oh gosh, oh gosh!" Sun cried.

Sweetie Belle felt her lower half tense up at this. Her pussy clenched down firmly as Sun Drop continued pounding into her. She felt a sharp, hot tingle well up inside her belly, causing her cunny to clamp down and not let go.

"Sweetie... Belle...Aaaaaah!" Sun Drop yelled. He threw his body into her a few last times.

The white filly felt him stab into her to the hilt, stretching her vagina to its limits, and just as his penis tip flared up anchoring to her core, it exploded its hot substance all over her insides. The meaty thing throbbed repeatedly in sync with the jets of gooey hotness spilling deep, while Sun heaved on top of her, grinding his crotch into hers. Sweetie screamed a moan as she felt these 'ejaculations,' as she would later hear defined, fill her overflowing. The warm liquid escaped her vagina and ran down her backside, causing her to shiver. She held the colt firmly in all her hooves, pressing herself against him and milking every drop of seed he had to offer.

With a final few twitches, the couple collapsed on their sides in a huff. As Sun Drop’s member slid out of her, his white essence gushed out of the filly, to her astonishment, quite freely, causing her a quivering sigh. Their chests rose and fell for a while, and slowly Sweetie Belle’s world returned to her, the land, the sky, the pony in her embrace, even the nagging fact that she was many miles from home late in the day. Those thoughts were but phantoms compared to the presence of the colt she had just made love to, and with a lazy hoof, she held the back of his head and rubbed gently. Sun held hers, too, and she gasped as he gave her multiple pecks on the forehead just below her horn.

“Sun Drop, we... we just had sex!” The young filly felt like stating the obvious, if for nothing else, for the sole sake of it.

“Oh gosh!” Sun blushed, opening his eyes in shock, especially at thinking how he’d acted.

Sweetie brushed her hoof against his cheek and smiled, sensing his misgivings, “It felt really good!” she then felt magnetized to his lips, leaning in to seal them to her own.

Sun relaxed and abandoned himself to the kiss. He recalled something about kisses that touched tongues, so he parted his lips to feel hers with his tongue.

She pulled back in mild alarm, “Whoa, was that...?”

“Um, yeah,” Sun admitted, “I think it’s called a fancy kiss, or something.”

“With tongues?” Sweetie looked at him sidelong, “and spit?”

“Uh, well, we don’t have to kiss like that, if you don’t want to.”

Sweetie Belle twirled her tongue around in her mouth, feeling the sensitivity, “Well, let’s try it,” She committed, remembering something about tongue kissing as well. He leaned in.

They were not sure whether or not to touch lips again, so they hovered up to each other, mouths open. With a few seconds of nothing happening, Sweetie giggled, then a frustrated Sun Drop closed the gap to lock his lips with hers. He brushed his tongue-tip against her lips and she opened them to give him her own tongue. They flicked themselves, a little unsure. Sweetie withheld the urge to giggle at the tickling sensations by uttering a cute little whimper. Sun pressed his mouth harder against her in want of the pleasing oral sensations. To her gasp, he reached his probe farther into her mouth, letting the length glide against hers. They lost themselves in it. They twirled and pressed their slippery tongues together with passion.

Before too long, Sun pulled back a bit, pecking his little lover on the lips in between breaths. As they cooled down, he glanced at the sky, “Sweetie Belle...”

“Huh?” Sweetie cooed.

“I think...I think we should get back.”

The girl glanced at the sky, confirming her fears that the day was running short.

“Can we get back before night?”

“Probably.”

They lay in their hooves in spite of their words. They let themselves have a few moments for more cuddling, then, with a light hoof through Sweetie's mane, Sun Drop pushed himself to sit upright.

"We should go now."

Sweetie Belle got to her wobbly hooves and rubbed her hind legs together. She sensed the sex would make walking uncomfortable. She sighed, wistfully remembering the hot bodily actions she just shared with Sun, "Um, do you think we could do that again, sometimes?"

Sun Drop rose to all fours, and thought for a second, "Well, uh, I guess, but only in secret."

Sweetie smiled, "Oh, right. Well, I guess we should go then."

Sun smirked, “Fillies first.”

Sweetie chuckled and tested out her walking legs with a few kicks, then she continued when she saw Sun follow. With the heat of the sun gone below the mountains, the afternoon was starting to get a little chilly. Sweetie pressed her face into Sun’s luscious, blue hair and nuzzled his neck for warmth. Sun cuddled her back, giggling at her mane tickling his lower ear.

“So, uh, what in Equestria is irrigation anyway?”

“Ha haa, well, I’m good with pipes and moving water over long distances,” Sun Drop explained, “In dry places that can’t get a pegasus weather patrol, water needs to get there in other ways to support crops and ponies.”

“So there are places without pegasus’s for bringing in rain?”

“I guess so. Not very many places, though.”

“Oh,” Sweetie closed her eyes contented to feel the colt’s warm neck on her cheek.

“What talent do you have?”

Sweetie leaned away in embarrassment, “I-I don’t have my cutie mark yet,” she reminded him.

“But don’t you have any skills you can do easily?”

“I...” Sweetie thought, “I don’t know...”

“Don’t worry,” Sun nuzzled his lover, “you’ll get your cutie mark.”

Sweetie Belle was reminded of how young she was and nuzzled him back, “I know. Of course, everypony gets their cutie mark, but you know I thought it would come by now,” her words hung in the air like a sour apple.

Sun steered the conversation to himself, “Come on, it can’t be as bad as me. You have no idea how long it takes to get an irrigation cutie mark!” He jested.

Sweetie snickered, “Well, how did you get your cutie mark?”

“Mom was having a hard time keeping her tomatoes watered with how little it rained in summer, so I looked at the water-tank hoses in the yard and made pinprick holes in them so the tomatoes would be watered slowly and constantly. I realized how well I had done and my cutie mark appeared, along with lots of sliced tomatoes in our salads.”

“Wow! When was that?”

“About a year ago.”

“Really?” Sweetie Belle couldn’t believe it, he was at least a year or two older, “How old are you?”

“Um, thirteen.”

“Wow, I’m eleven, you got your cutie mark at twelve? I can’t wait a whole ‘nother year for a cutie mark!” Her voice cracked.

Putting aside the thought that he’d just came inside an eleven-year-old lest he go crazy, Sun Drop tried to reassure her, “Well, come on, it’s just a cutie mark, I bet some ponies even got theirs older than me.”

“Ugh,” She grunted, pettily stomping a hoof, “But that’s still a lack of a cutie mark!”

They walked in silence, Sun unsure what to say. He looked down at her face still scrunched up in a frown and he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

“Ah,” Sweetie blushed and grinned, looking back at him sheepishly.

With Sweetie Belle leaning heavily on her lover the rest of the way, the couple continued on, talking about other things until the sky was twilight above them. Rather, it was getting grey with clouds, especially near Ponyville. They noticed pegasi zipping by high above them so they knew it was about to rain.

The night had begun. With Ponyville lights on the horizon and the ominous Everfree on the right, Sweetie Belle felt like breaking into a trot, joined by Sun Drop. Sweetie felt the tell-tale drop of water prick her on the nose, and soon enough, she and Sun were caught up in a shower.

“Sweetie Belle,” Sun asked, “Can you find your house by yourself?”

“I think so, uuuh,” The girl thought, distracted by the rain, “Yeah, I think so.”

They continued on through Ponyville until Sweetie stopped, “I have to go this way.”

“‘Kay, well,” Sun Drop stopped to face her, “looks like this is goodbye, for now.”

“When can we meet again?” Sweetie asked hopefully.

Sun Drop brought his face inches from hers, “Don’t worry, I’ll find you,” He kissed her deeply and they kissed in the rain.

“G’night, Sweetie,” Sun turned away and rushed into the spring shower.

Author's Note

fuck it, i worked on this story.
i try to work in that goofy/gagging humor in my writing, it seems. and ~~silly~~ stupid hentai/romance cliches.