Shared Steamy Shower

by Grey Vicar

Rating: mature
Tags: Scootaloo, Sex, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, Porn, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 3853

Sweetie Belle invites her friends over for a shared shower session. However, the sexy, steamy shower soon turns into a true learning experience.

Adulthood turned the already precocious Sweetie Belle into a libidinous, lust-addled sex fiend. Unfortunately, at the same time, the Cutie Mark Crusaders found themselves spending less and less time together due to college taking up most of their time.

For Sweetie Belle, that was unacceptable. Not only did they not have nearly as much time for crusading as before, but they hadn't even had sex together once! And what fun were they missing on! Applebloom always talked about how she loved being a dom, and Scootaloo had basically banged all of her teams. Sweetie Belle, who couldn't spend a day without getting some action, had to do something about it.

The solution was clear. Invite her friends over for a night of fun, starting with a nice, steamy shower together. However, nothing could have prepared her for what would happen.

Fun fluff followed by fuzzy feels.

Published 2018-10-08 04:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-08 04:50:01 UTC

Quickie

“Rarity! I’m home!”

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity shouted from her workroom, “go take a shower this instant young lady!”

The young Unicorn rolled her eyes. Rarity couldn't even smell her from up there, but already she had assumed she would have come home covered in other ponies' bodily fluids.

Well, she wasn't wrong.

Puberty had been good to her and her friends. Applebloom had grown into a strong farmpony able to kick trees free of apples in one swift kick, and Scootaloo, having lost all traces of baby fat, was now a lean, mean, sports machine, and had become the captain of the recently-opened Ponyville College’s track team, as well as the co-captain of several others. Sweetie Belle had found herself growing curves that rivaled those of her sister. If Rarity turned gazes, Sweetie Belle drew them to herself like bugs to honey. Adulthood was a wonderful thing, where she was allowed to indulge in her blessings as much as she liked.

She skipped to the shower, humming all the while, with the pattering hoofsteps of her friends close behind. Scootaloo and Applebloom exchanged looks of puzzlement and uncertainty, not used to Sweetie Belle being so bold.

“Your sister’s here ya know?” Applebloom whispered to the Unicorn. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private?”

“Yeah, should we really do this here?” Scootaloo chimed in. Her wings buzzed on her back from her tensed nerves.

“Relax girls,” Sweetie Belle said with a wink. “We’ve already taken showers together.”

“When we were like, what, eight?” Scootaloo shrugged. “Besides, the only one who needs to take a shower is you. We’re not the one covered in dried— “

“Maybe.” Sweetie Belle pursed her lips. “But you’ve come back from track and smell like sweat, and Applebloom smells like a farmpony.”

“I am a farmpony.” Applebloom gave herself a tentative sniff. “I don’t smell anything.”

“I’d be surprised if you can smell anything, period,” Scootaloo quipped.

Both ponies stuck their tongues out at each other, and Sweetie Belle, rolling her eyes, grabbed their arms to pull them into the bathroom.

Rarity had had the bathroom redone a few months ago, roomier and soundproofed, and added a gigantic shower, a spa-like bath, and almost a pharmacy of makeup over the sink. Following her friends’ advice to take it easier and relax more, she had brought a number of stallions and mares over the years to “visit” the bathroom, using the soundproof room as a safe haven from the prying eyes of her younger sister.

“I can’t believe how rich your sister is.” Applebloom stared in awe at the gem-inlaid walls and reached out a hand to touch them, like she couldn’t believe they were real.

“Yours could be even richer if they decided to stop being dumb and start working more closely with the Riches.” Scootaloo kicked off her shorts and passed her shirt over her head. “Your sister is passing over so many great opportunities.”

“Luckily, Applebloom is taking care of that.” Sweetie’s voice was full of implications, and she made sure to trace her curves as she removed her shirt. The other two stopped removing their own clothes for a moment, transfixed on the Unicorn's swaying hips and wandering fingers. “I know she invited Di for a talk, and I didn’t see her at school the day after. I wonder why.”

Applebloom grinned, and ripped off her shirt nervously, her face flushed. “It ain’t a secret anymore huh?”

“Duh.” Scootaloo was doing her best to undo her sports bra. “I think pretty much everypony knows you’re not just showing her how to tie ropes when she visits your barn.”

“Why, the more people know the better, ah think.” Applebloom adorned an air of bravado. She passed her thumbs inside her jeans and yanked them down to the ground. “Man, just thinking about her all tied-up above the ground makes me even more revved up than I already am.”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and slapped Applebloom’s bare ass, earning a yelp of surprise from the farmpony. “Calm down with the cheese, cowgirl, and let the rest of us get comfortable first.”

“Sweetie ah swear your ass’ll be red when we get out of here.” Applebloom sauntered closer to Sweetie Belle with a devious smile, cracking her neck and stretching her muscled arms. The Unicorn couldn’t stop her heart from jumping. She wasn’t one for roughness of toughness, but Applebloom had always had a special kind of dominance to her, even when they had been younger. The farmpony took Sweetie Belle’s sides and pulled her closer to her until their breasts were pressing against each other. Sweetie Belle’s enormous twins dwarfed Applebloom’s already generous chest, although the yellow mare’s breasts felt much firmer against her own. Hands ran down her side to her skirt-covered flank and invaded the privacy of her skirt, gripping her round ass. Sweetie Belle’s face flushed and burning with excitement. Tried as she wanted to sound confident, she melted in front of Applebloom.

“I’m so going to enjoy this,” Applebloom whispered in her ear, squeezing two handfuls of Sweetie’s overflowing butt. The farmpony’s hands kneaded the soft flesh like dough. Her face went lower to Sweetie Belle’s neck, nuzzling the warmth there as she slid the skirt’s elastic band over her wrists and off the Unicorn, revealing the white-furred cheeks underneath.

“Guys! Don’t start without me!” Scootaloo hopped off her underwear, still struggling with her bra. She tripped over Applebloom’s discarded jeans when her hooves caught in the fabric, and fell flailing toward the two entwined mares.

A vivid green aura caught her as she was falling, Sweetie Belle’s horn alight with magic. Applebloom chuckled at the blushing Pegasus. “Why, ain’t you just the pinnacle of grace Scoots?”

“Shut it, Applebutt.” The normally agile Pegasus’ embarrassment was clear on her face. Even suspended in the magical aura, she was shivering with an excitement that probably threw off her coordination.

Sweetie Belle gently lowered Scootaloo to the ground while the orange Pegasus shifted in the aura to properly land on her hooves. She was used to being held like that. Sweetie Belle had often accompanied her on flight tests ever since her magic had grown powerful enough to hold her up. Every attempt ended in Scootaloo trapped in a veil of green magic, arms crossed and sighing.

It was strange, thinking back to those childhood days, when the ones in those memories were stark-naked before her, their hot bodies exposed to her hungry eyes.

Applebloom stuck her tongue at Scootaloo. “At least I have a butt.”

The lithe Pegasus stuck her tongue out in turn. “Not next to Sweets, you don’t.”

Like she wanted to emphasize her point, as soon as she was back on her hooves, Scootaloo buzzed to Sweetie Belle and gave her ass a slap that could rival the one the Unicorn had given Applebloom.

“I just love how it jiggles,” Scootaloo purred as she pressed her bra-covered chest against Sweetie Belle’s back, effectively trapping the Unicorn between her and Applebloom.

“Don’t say that,” Sweetie fake-whined, getting hotter and hotter from her friends’ bodies against her own. “It makes me sound fat.”

“Aw, stop it.” Applebloom’s hands roamed to her back and pinched her skin. “You ain’t fat, you just got a mite of plump on you is all. I seen Applejack with more pudge than you once.”

She wasn’t lying. Other than a bit of thickness from a bit of excess, Sweetie Belle kept her line as best she could, although anything short of “perfect weight” could look bad next to the farmpony’s muscles and the toned Pegasus.

“Yo, it’s not that I don’t love hugging you guys, but we should get to that shower.” Scootaloo’s nose was scrunched. “Applebutt, you do smell a bit like a barn, and Sweets, you do smell like dried— “

“Ah, sure!” Sweetie undid herself from her friends’ embrace as best she could and turned the shower’s knob with her magic. A heavy stream of water fell from a series of showerheads hanging overhead. Applebloom punched Scootaloo on the shoulder before walking in after Sweetie.

For a moment, the trio was so taken in by the warm water running over them they almost forgot why they had gathered there in the first place. Sweetie Belle, in particular, was focused on cleansing herself as best she could and as fast as she could. Either side of her, Scootaloo and Applebloom took their time lathering themselves in soap.

“Sweetie!” called Scootaloo, fluffing her wings out and passing them under the hot rain. “Could you help me reach under my wings?”

Sweetie Belle levitated a bottle of body wash to her and squeezed a large dollop into her hands. Humming, she placed her hands on Scootaloo’s shoulders, lightly rubbing them before going lower.

“Ah! Cold!” Scootaloo shivered under Sweetie Belle’s cold-gel-covered touch, but her shivers soon stopped, replaced by little sounds of pleasure as Scootaloo’s muscles relaxed under the massage. The Unicorn rolled her eyes at the smug smile the Pegasus shot to Applebloom, triumphant in having Sweetie all to herself. “Get everywhere, Sweetie.”

Sweetie Belle let her hands wander all over Scootaloo, tracing her curves, going back up and circling her flight muscles, gently massaging the tense knots in them. Scootaloo’s legs buckled under her and she leaned forward against the shower wall, whimpering softly under Sweetie Belle’s touch. The Unicorn’s horn glowed alight and held the orange mare in place as she hastened her pace, lathering her body in soap. She licked her lips as she passed over her small breasts, under her wings, her delicately curved sides, her belly…

She wrapped her arms around Scootaloo and pulled herself close to her, leaned on her. The Unicorn’s heavy breasts pressed against the flyer’s back. Sweetie Belle rubbed Scootaloo’s belly with her right hand, and nuzzled the Pegasus’ soft neck. Her left hand crept up between them and gently rubbed the base of Scootaloo’s wings. The Pegasus twitched and let out adorable noises every time Sweetie pressed on her tense muscles and let her fingers linger on them, gently rubbing away the tension and stress pent up in the athlete’s back from her long flight sessions.

“Woah, Sweetie.” Applebloom’s eyes went wide in the green glow filling the shower.

Sweetie Belle grinned.“It’s funny,” she whispered in Scootaloo’s ear. “In all those years I never would have thought you were like that, just ready to melt under somepony’s touch.”

“It’s not fair,” Scootaloo whined. “You c— can’t just rub my flight muscles like that.”

“I think I can.” Sweetie pressed harder, her magic at work holding her friend still.

As she got closer and closer to Scootaloo’s warmth, a shadow stepped behind her, and a hand came crashing down on her ass with a wet slap and a sting of delectable pain. She yelped in surprise and released her magical grip on the Pegasus. Scootaloo crumpled to her knees, breathless, before picking herself up to her hooves.

“Quick, Scoots!” Applebloom grabbed Sweetie’s arms from behind and held her tight. “Get her!”

Sweetie laughed and weakly tried to escape the farmpony’s grasp to no avail. With a hungry grin, Scootaloo pounced on her and buried her hands in her breasts, massaging the soft flesh and pressing herself against the Unicorn.

Applebloom let out a woot of success at her successful sneak attack against her friend. Scootaloo was too busy exacting her revenge to cheer with her, and buried her face in Sweetie Belle’s soft mounds. The Pegasus’ deft hands kneaded the Unicorn’s breasts with light touches and hesitant squeezes, like it was the first time she had played with anything like them. Sweetie sucked in a breath as Scootaloo dragged her tongue over her soft flesh, the Pegasus’ awkward lapping more than enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through the Unicorn.

“You girls are awful.” Sweetie Belle purred and gave up all pretense of fighting. Her legs weakened under her with every squeeze and pinch and lick of Scootaloo, and, with Applebloom supporting her, she slowly slid to the floor. Scootaloo lowered herself with Sweetie, and gently pulled the Unicorn over herself, still clutching her massive tits. “Uh, Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo fully pulled Sweetie Belle over herself and let go of her heavy breasts to shoot her a grin. “Sorry Sweetie, but Applebloom and I made a deal before coming here.”

“Hold her how I told you, Scoots.” Applebloom’s voice was dripping with her grin. Scootaloo fumbled with Sweetie and propped her knees up. Sweetie Belle ended with her ass in the air, her dripping pussy exposed to the farmpony’s hungry stare.

“Is it okay like that, Applebloom?” In her nervousness, Scootaloo’s hands slipped on Sweetie’s soapy skin, sending the Unicorn slipping down her body. Sweetie Belle barely had the time to tilt her horn upward to avoid stabbing the Pegasus in the throat as her head met Scootaloo’s chin. The Pegasus let out a yelp of pain, and Sweetie fell off her friend with a dull thud. She scrambled to her knees to check in on Scootaloo, who was rubbing her chin.

“You all right Scootaloo?”

“I think so. Didn’t expect you to be so slippery.”

Sweetie gently pried Scootaloo’s hands away from her chin to check on the damage, afraid she might have nicked her friend. She breathed a sigh of relief. Aside from some light bruising, she would be all right.

“Sorry I ruined everything,” Scootaloo mumbled.

Sweetie Belle snorted. “What are you talking about? This wouldn’t be the first time I accidentally headbutted someone. Or worse.”

Scootaloo didn’t seem convinced by her words, her gaze still low. Her distant attitude caught Sweetie’s attention. She hadn’t expected someone so experienced to be so awkward, that was for sure.

“Come on, Scoots,” Applebloom chimed in over them. “You slept with like half your team, right? You know how it is during sex.”

Something flashed in Scootaloo’s eyes. Something Sweetie Belle couldn’t quite catch. “Right.”

“Then let’s get back to it already!”

Applebloom slapped Sweetie Belle’s ass. Hard. Immediately, the Unicorn cried out from the searing pain. Far from the pleasurable sting she expected, the red-hot pain shot all the way to her spine. “Applebloom what the—”

“That’s what I like to hear.” The farmpony tugged on Sweetie Belle’s delicately curled tail way too hard. The Unicorn cried out in panic, her tail feeling as if it was about to rip off. From the corner of her eye, a blurred Scootaloo got up to her hooves, hesitant. She shot her a pleading look, but the Pegasus only stared and shivered. “Time to get serious.”

“Applebloom!” Another slap, another yelp of pain. “Not so hard!”

“Ah, sorry Sweetie.” Applebloom sounded annoyed more than anything. “Guess Di can take it a bit harder than you. When you said you wanted to try rough, I thought you’d like it my way.”

As if to emphasize how little she cared, she slapped the Unicorn’s reddened ass again. Tears welled up in Sweetie’s eyes. It wasn’t only from the pain, although the searing heat would have been more than enough to wet her eyes. Her heart was swelled with panic and a deep unease as her friend repeatedly ignored her pleas, like Applebloom was so lost in lust she didn’t realize how much her strikes hurt.

“What—”

Her cry was cut by a hard tug on her tail. Her horn went aglow with buzzing green light. She wasn’t thinking anymore. Her body and her mind were reacting on their own.

“ — THE BUCK!”

A miniature force wave erupted from Sweetie Belle, forcing Applebloom to release her and stumble backward. Sweetie got up to her hooves and spun to face Applebloom, her wet mane swinging in the air as she did. Although fury invaded her heart, she forced herself to stay cool. Years of ceaseless adventures taught her she couldn’t afford to be easily swept up in anger when dealing with these kinds of things. Still, she wouldn’t let Applebloom get off scot-free. She walked up to the dazed farm pony and stuck a finger right at her chest.

“I don’t know what two-bits pornos you’ve been watching, AB, but you always, always start slow with your partners. Especially if they’re don’t have freakish Earth Pony toughness. You could seriously hurt somepony.”

Applebloom stayed silent for a moment, her eyes wide. In all their years of friendship, Sweetie Belle couldn’t remember a time when she had to use her magic on the farmpony, who seemed legitimately shocked about it. Finally, Applebloom gave a small cough and looked away from the Unicorn. “I’m sorry, Sweetie.”

Sweetie Belle’s temper evened before her friend’s apologetic tone. She sighed and put a hand on Applebloom’s shoulder. “It’s all right. But didn’t you tell me you were an experienced dom? You realize this could have turned ugly, right?”

Applebloom nodded, a clear guilt darkening her expression. Although making her friends feel bad about themselves had never been something Sweetie Belle’s enjoyed, she could be sure Applebloom wouldn’t make the same mistake after that. She lifted her friend’s chin and gave a smile.

“Come here you.” She planted a small kiss on Applebloom’s lips and pulled back. She smirked. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. But always start tender when it’s your first time with someone else. Think you can do that?”

Applebloom blinked, taken aback, before stammering. “Y— yeah I think I can.”

“Good.” Sweetie Belle touched her lips to Applebloom’s again and let them linger there, tasting the apple taste she’d expected from her friend. Muscled arms came to wrap around her waist and pulled her close. Squeezed her. Hard, but much more gently than before.

“Applebloom,” she whispered in her friend’s ear, “careful.”

The farm pony let go, opting to let her hands hold the Unicorn’s side. “Sorry. I’m trying to be more careful but it’s hard.”

“Hey, what about me?” The two mares started as Scootaloo pulled their attentions back to her. She seemed to have had completely washed herself while the others had been busy. Upon noticing she’d broken their embrace, the Pegasus rose her hands in front of her in apology. “Uh, never mind. Just continue doing what—”

“No, no, come here.” Sweetie Belle gestured her to join in, and Scootaloo obeyed, although from the stiffness of her walk, it didn’t seem like she was all that comfortable with the idea. Sweetie gently reached for her and touched her shoulder, relieved as the Pegasus seemed to relax under her touch. “You’re still all right with this, right?”

“Of course!” The Pegasus’ eyes fell on Sweetie’s heavy breasts and her tongue gave her lips a quick lick. “It’s just, uh…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but but Sweetie Belle prodded her. “Yes?”

“It’s just that… I never did anything like that— with other girls!” She chuckled nervously. “We were always in beds and never in— well— showers.”

Applebloom cocked her head. “Scoots, are you sure you’re all right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve done this more times than I can count after all!” Scootaloo laughed. It sounded hollow.

“Okay…”

“So, I kiss you now, is that it?” She passed a hand through her hair and chuckled. “I mean, yeah of course that’s what I do.”

Sweetie Belle didn’t have time to react before Scootaloo smashed her face against her own and pulled back with a crimson blush. The two stared at each other while the tension in the air became more and more unbearable. Scootaloo rose a trembling hand to her mouth and awkwardly wiped it.

“I think I should leave.”

Something flared inside Sweetie Belle. Suspicion, worry. As Scootaloo spun away from them, Sweetie caught her in her aura and pulled her back, not intending to let her get away. She looked at her and back at Applebloom, who stood in silence next to her, her dominant persona all but gone under the pouring rain.

“Neither of you knows what they’re doing, right?”

The two other mares looked at the floor with obvious guilt. Sweetie Belle sighed. The mystery was all but solved now.

“Applebloom.”

The farm pony’s head snapped up. “Yes?”

“You’ve only dommed Diamond Tiara.”

“Yeah?”

“And she’s a masochist.”

Applebloom squinted. “A masowhat now?”

“Masochist,” Sweetie Belle repeated, everything becoming clear. “She likes pain.”

Applebloom squirmed in place, like the same realization Sweetie Belle had was crawling its way up her spine. “Yeah, I mean, she does. Isn’t that what domination is all about?”

“Not at all,” Sweetie Belle corrected. “It’s different from pony to pony. I personally wanted to try it because I like rough, and you said you liked rough too, and because I like not feeling in control. But I hate pain. Pain of that magnitude at least.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, Sweetie Belle.” She looked on the verge of tears, about to tackle her friend in a big hug to apologize. I didn’t—”

Sweetie Belle opened her arms and smiled. “Come here, you.”

Applebloom didn’t wait to be told twice. Almost missing to slip on the shower floor, she wrapped her arms around Sweetie and pulled her hard, but with a care she hadn’t shown earlier, like she had just become aware of her own strength.

“You’re forgiven,” the Unicorn said, petting Applebloom’s wet, red hair. “But just remember to ask for your partner’s preferences next time.”

“I’ll do that. I don’t ever want to feel as awful as I do right now.”

“Hey,” Scootaloo’s said in a dulled voice, still wrapped in a green aura, “I’m all for teary apologies and all, but can you let me down? Again?”

Sweetie Belle chuckled and let go of her magic. Scootaloo plopped to her hooves with the grace of somepony used to fall small heights.

“Scoots.”

“Hmm?” She didn’t dare look directly at her, and her cheeks were flushed red.

“You’re a virgin.”

“I— I—” Her wings fluttered in her back. Pegasi weren’t good at hiding nervousness. “I mean—”

“Scootaloo, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

The Pegasi’s tense shoulders fell with what could only be relief. She looked up at Sweetie Belle, her face painted with uncertainty. “I just didn’t want to look stupid. Both of you have experience, so I didn’t want to make this awkward.”

“There’s nothing stupid about inexperience.” Sweetie Belle smirked and squeezed Applebloom’s butt. “Besides, I don’t think Applebutt has as much experience as you’d think.”

“Yeah, I don’t.” Strong hands came to rest over Sweetie Belle’s round ass, fingers digging lightly into the soft flesh. “But I intend to leave here with a little more experience.”

“And I,” Sweetie Belle continued to Scootaloo, “intend to give you some.”

Scootaloo’s smile wandered back onto her face, and she gingerly stepped closer to them before Applebloom grabbed her arm and pulled her into the group hug. At first, she froze, her arms away from the other two as her worry kicked back in, but she quickly warmed up and melted in their shared embrace.

“So,” Sweetie Belle said with a devious grin. “Want to finish this shower and start over?”