Dear PlayPony

by Logomac3

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 1977

The Cutie Mark Crusaders write a letter to a prominent magazine.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders find a magazine in the woods that prompts Sweetie Belle to try her hand at writing. She makes up a story about her friends having a sleep-over at "Dusk Shine"'s library, and one thing leads to another.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-16 04:42:20 UTC

Chapter 1

Dear PlayPony,

I never thought it would happen to me...

Sweetie Belle typed on the three-key keyboard. It was the only kind of keyboard that accomodated her hooves.

Today she'd be sending in a story to a certain magazine, an issue of which she and her friends had found in the woods. She wasn't exactly sure who goes around leaving magazines in the woods, but from what she'd gathered it wasn't exactly an uncommon thing. After finding the periodical in question, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, as they called themselves, read it cover to cover, several times in fact. The... articles were quite interesting.

It started out like an ordinary afternoon, my friends, Buttercup and...

Hmm... She needed a pseudonym for Scootaloo.

"Hey, Scootaloo!" She called.

The orange pegasis zipped into the clubhouse. "What's up?" She asked.

"If you could pick a different name, what would it be?"

Scootaloo thought for a moment. "Is Lightning Dash out of the question?"

Sweetie considered this. "No, I think it's perfect!"

"Awesome!"

My friends, Buttercup and Lightning Dash, and I were planning out our bi-weekly sleep over, still needing a place to stay. Our normal place was being fumigated, my sister having run afoul of a rat, and we were running out of options. That's when the local librarian, Dusk Shine, happened upon the scene.

Now, perhaps I should describe her...

"Hey, how would you describe Twilight?" Sweetie asked, turning to Scootaloo.

"Well, she's purple."

"An' kind of a smarty-pants." Apple Bloom added, walking in.

"I know, but I mean physically." Sweetie Belle clarified.

"She's a unicorn." Apple Bloom said, a bit enthusiastic that she got the right answer.

"And she's purple!" Scootaoo said again.

Sweetie Belle sighed. "Come on, girls, we have to make her seem alluring."

"A-what now?" Scootaloo raised an eyebrow.

"You know, sexy."

"Oh, well why didn'tcha say so?"

"Say she looks tall and athletic."

"An' say the sweat glistens brightly on her brow when she..."

"Reads books!" Scootaloo helped.

Sweetie Belle let her hed meet her desk. "That doesn't sound like Twilight at all."

"Well, yeah, Twilight's not that sexy." Scootaloo said with a shrug.

"I dunno," Apple Bloom said, "I mean, sure she's no Bon Bon, but she does have a certain charm to 'er."

"Gah, I'll make something up."

She was a tall unicorn with a lavender coat and a three-toned mane. Her eyes seemed paradoxically to contain great wisdom and great innocence, and damn baby dat flank.

Sweetie contemplated that las line for a moment. Could use some revision...

And her haunches swayed with a rhythmic, almost hypnotic metronome that threatened to put us all in trances.

Of course, my friends and I are no slobs ourselves. Buttercup has the sun-bleached coat and muscular definition of a farm girl, pink bow in her crimson hair. Lightning Dash has a light build that betrayed her athletic pursuits, often she would glisten with moisture from her most recent stunt. I, myself-

"Now wait a tick, who's Buttercup?" Apple bloom asked.

"That's you!" Scootaloo said.

"You sayin' I have definition? Ain't that a bit... unattractive?"

"I thought you liked muscles." Sweetie said. She had, honestly, been trying to flatter her friends.

"Well, yeah, but I'm inta dudes. I dunno what girls are s'posed ta look like."

"I think some strength is good on a girl." Scootaloo said.

"There see? She likes it."

"Alright, fine." Apple Bloom conceded. "What're ya gonna say about yourself?"

"I'm not sure." Sweetie put a hoof to her chin.

"Oh, you should say something like: 'While underdeveloped, my body showed the hints of future vol... volup...'"

"Voluptuousness?" Apple Bloom offered.

"Yeah, that!"

"I can't say that." Sweetie argued, "If I say I'm underdeveloped, they might know we're fillies."

"An' what's wrong with that?"

Sweetie rolled her eyes and pulled the magazine out. "It says right here: 'Adults only.' If a kid goes writing in, they'll know we were looking at something we're not supposed to."

"Aw man, she's right." Scootaloo agreed.

"Well, jus' cut out that part and say you've got a choice plot or somethin'."

Sweetie blushed. "O-okay."

I, myself, had a voluptuous figure rivaling the very princesses themselves.

"Milkin' it a little."

"Shh, it's my letter."

Dusk Shine invited us to stay the night at the library, which we readily took to. While we were packing our bags for the night, I had the fortesight to bring along this and that in case the night went the way I hoped.

We all met at her place and she welcomed us inside with almost childish enthusiasm. She was quite excited to have us over. We lay out our bedspreads in a circle-

"More of a square if there's only four of us." Scootaloo commented.

-and settled in. We played the usual games, and eventually I convinced her to play "Spin-the-Bottle." To show her how it's done, I went first. The bottle spun until finally landing on Buttercup. She leaned forward and took my lips in hers, such daring and courage, though I'd anticipated the night I couldn't help but gasp a little. The tip of her tongue teased my mouth before she broke away.

"S-Sweetie Belle!" Apple Bloom blushed.

"How come she gets to go first?"

Dusk Shine was nervous, but she gave the bottle a turn anyway. It landed on Lightning Dawn, who licked her lips in anticipation. Dusk leaned forward tentatively, and her lips met Lightning's. A quiet moan was heard from Dusk before they broke off, their faces flushed with red. Dusk's eyes were wide, she hadn't expected it to feel quite like that.

"I... wow." She whispered.

Next it was Buttercup's turn. Giving it a spin, he bottle landed on Lightning once more. Their kiss was more passionate, less reserved than Lightning and Dusk's had been. You could see their tongues entangled in their passionate embrace.

I noticed Dusk lick her lips and I moved closer to her, touching a hoof to hers. She managed to stop staring for a second to look at me, and I drew her into a kiss of my own. As my tongue probed her lips, I softly pushed her onto her back and lay down on top of her. When we broke off for a second, she whispered my name. I responded with a kiss on the neck, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure. I could feel her heart beating next to mine as I slowly rubbed my body against hers, placing hot kisses  on her neck and collarbone.

I broke off and looked into her eyes. With a look of longing, she asked me not to stop. I started moving down her body, trailing my kisses first over her chest, then her stomach, each kiss eliciting another quiet gasp of surprise and pleasure. Finally, I reached her-

"Crotch-boobs!" Scootaloo shouted.

Sweetie Belle jumped, surprised at being pulled out of her writing. "What?!" She asked.

"You know," Scootaloo clarified, "When a mare has foals, her boobs inflate. There was all that focus on them in the magazine."

"But Twilight hasn't had foals." Apple Bloom pointed out.

"Guys, quiet." Sweetie admonished her friends. "I'm trying to write." She smiled wryly to herself, though, at noticing Scootaloo's wings were at full attention.

...reached her inner thigh. Rather than go straight for the prize, I began licking the inside of her her hip, trailing up ever so slowly. Finally, I leaned in close to her marehood, just enough to tease it with my breath as I took in every bit of the musky display. "Encore.." She whined.

"Encore?" Apple Bloom asked.

"It's my fake name." Sweetie said.

She noticed Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had moved closer together, now sitting shoulder to shoulder.

I gave her what she wanted and took a lick. She took a sharp breath and I took another lap, one after another. I smiled a pleased smile and slowly worked my tongue up into her steaming hole. I slipped out and licked my lips, savoring the taste. I continued rubbing Dusk with my hoof as I drew her into a kiss, sharing her honey with her.

I glanced over to Lightning Dash and Buttercup, and found they'd moved on to rubbing their own grassy knolls together vigorously. I broke the kiss and used my magic to bring my backpack over to us, pulling out my Silver Bullet. Dusk was surprised, but made no move to stop me from slipping it inside her and turning it on.

"Oh sweet Celestia!" She whined as I started pumping the little toy in and out. As I edged her closer and closer to the brink, I postitioned myself over her and lowered my fillyhood down for her to lick, and boy did she. It must have been the mounting excitement in her, because she licked like a pro.

Something bumped against Sweetie Belle, who'd gotten quite into her writing, and she took a look behind her. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had their hooves all over each other, exploring their bodies. Sweetie was taken aback by her friends' sudden boldness, but she just chuckled to herself and returned to her story, hoping neither of them noticed the hoof she'd placed beneath the desk.

She came before I did, announcing it loudly as her body convulsed.

I got up off her and coaxed her onto her stomach. Moving her tail out of the way, I slipped the Silver Bullet out of her and took a taste.

"Dusk," I said, "Do you know where I'm going to put this next?"

She looked back at me, eyeing the vibrater. She nodded nervously.

"If it gets to much, just tell me."

I spread her flank cheeks so I could see her puckered anus clearly. I positioned the Bullet at the entrance and started pushing it in, ever so gently. "Just relax, and it won't hurt." I advised.

She shut her eyes tight, but I met very little resistance, and soon her backside had nearly swallowed the whole thing. I smiled at my handiwork, giving her a moment to acclimate, and then I turned it on.

She groaned loudly, alerting Lightning and Buttercup, who came over to join in. Buttercup moved her twitchet in front of Dusk's face and the lavender unicorn obliged. Lightning met Buttercup's mouth while I pulled out another toy, a strap-on phallus that I slipped on quickly. As I slipped the rubber cock into her wet and waiting hole, I pulled Lightning's waiting chonch to my mouth, giving it a thorough once-over.

My hips gyrated against Dusk's, each time bumping against the Bullet in her ass as the strap-on plumbed the depths of her tunnel of love. Buttercup nibbled Lightning's tongue while I stirred up her insides with my tongue.

Finally, with one final thrust from each of us, we came as a single unit.

Ever since that night, whenever I pass Dusk on the street all I have to do is wink to get her blushing up a storm. I don't think she'll forget that night any time soon. I know I sure won't.

Sincerely,

Encore Beats.

Sweetie bit her lip as she finished up.

"A-alright, now we just need to send it in." She said, pulling the paper out of the typewriter. "Apple Bloom? Scootaloo?"

Her friends stiffened to attention and picked themselves up off the floor.

"I'll go get an envelope!" Apple Bloom said, trying to hide the red flush to her cheeks.

"I'll get the stamp!" Scootaloo agreed. The two bolted from the clubhouse, leaving Sweetie alone with the paper.

She looked it over again to make sure it was all exactly how she wanted it. "Now all we have to do is make sure I don't end up a liar." She said with a wicked smile.

And not a single one noticed the little change to Sweetie's flank.

The end.