Training Sweetie

James started the next morning with a shower. He couldn’t get the sound of Sweeties moan out of his head. Her soft tongue. Her passion and the clear disappointment when they stopped.

It was a longer than usual shower.

By the time he got out Sweetie was just getting out of her own room with her mane and tail messy. It was adorable, “Hey, you ready for breakfast?” he asked.

She mumbled something and rubbed her baggy eyes then walked past him into the bathroom.

He shrugged and headed downstairs. He planned to teach Sweetie how to cook a basic breakfast today, amongst other things. He got out a loaf of bread, butter, jelly, syrup, eggs, and pancake mix. He got the mixing bowl, two measuring cups, a whisk, a butter knife, two saute pans, and a chair.

He sat at the table and waited for Sweetie. He contemplated how he was going to talk to her about certain activities. He ultimately decided to get his mind out of the gutter for now and focus on the cooking session ahead.

“Hey Sweetie, ready to learn how to cook eggs and pancakes, and use a toaster?” He asked as she walked into the dining area. He got up and walked over to the small work counter. Sweetie looked like her usual self.

“Okay!” she agreed wholeheartedly with a slight blush and followed behind.

“Alright, let's start out with the pancake mix,” he said picking up and then setting down the pancake mix and a measuring cup on Sweeties side. She hopped onto the chair next to the counter looking at him oddly, “Okay, so read the directions on the box,” he said pointing to said directions.

“How many should we make?” She asked after reading the box.

“Four servings, and it’s you making it, don’t forget that. I’m just here to make sure you don’t do anything you shouldn’t be.” he answered, she smiled up to him and gave him a quick hug. He resisted the urge you pat her head, that horn is deceptively be pointy.

After a moment she took the box and poured some of the mix into the measuring cup. It wasn’t enough so she did it again. Nothing came out this time.

She moved the box up and down. A small dusting sprinkled out of the box slowly into the measuring cup. She tried again with nothing. She frowned and raised the box high then quickly brought it down. It all exploded out at once getting it everywhere in a literal mini nuclear style mushroom cloud. To James it was like a cartoon.

“Bwa ahaha~” he laughed at the sight. He caught his breath and got a good look at her peeved and embarrassed face, “here let me help you out.” He grabbed a dry towel and began cleaning the everything letting it all fall to the floor. He cleared most of it.

“Thank you,” she thanked.

“No problem. So how much did you want in the measuring cup?”

“Half a cup,” She answered. He carefully put what he could of the overflowing pancake mix back into the box, not that it really mattered much at this point.

“Alright, ” he said getting the other measuring cup and dusting it off a little, “put however much water you need in here,” he said setting it next to her. She grabbed it with her front hooves and set it in the sink right next to her and turned it on. She filled it up to a certain amount and brought it back. “Want to know a easy trick to making pancake batter?” He asked as he set the mixing bowl just behind the two measuring cups.

“Yeah”

“Add water to the mixing bowl first then add the pancake mix. Flour has a bad habit of clumping and clinging to the bowl. It’s like sticky melting dry balls or something. They’re annoying to deal with. With that said pancake mix should be a little lumpy,” he explained. “So go ahead.”

She poured in the water then dumped in the pancake mix. He handed her the whisk and she went to whisking, “...is this good?” She asked after a bit.

“Yes, I’d say so,” He grabbed the bowl and set it aside, “Okay, let's move to the stove top,” she nodded in acknowledgement and hopped off the chair. He moved it the the stove then got some eggs as she hopped back on.

…

They spent the last hour or so cooking and just got done eating. “So Sweetie, what do you think about the breakfast?” Sweetie was sitting across from him finishing up her last bite.

“It was good!” she answered, “right?” She asked with a little concern in her voice.

“I’ll be honest with you Sweetie,” James began, “it was good,” she smiled at him, “for someone who made their first breakfast.”

“Oh.”

“That’s not a bad thing Sweetie, cooking is something that takes time and practise to get right and you’re not setting the toaster on fire anymore. So I’d say you’re getting better.” he said.

She blushed, whether it was out of embarrassment or the complement he didn’t know, “Thanks,” she said quietly looking down.

“So what do you want to do today?” James asked. He had some naughty thoughts on what he wanted to do to her if she’d allow.

He wasn’t sure how to bring it up though. He told her they’d talk about it today. He just didn’t want to go through with it, despite how badly he wanted to go through with it.

Honestly, he hoped she forgot about it, but he knows she didn’t. Every now and then he found her looking like she wanted to say something to him, like she was looking at him right now, “Um I-I w-was,” she looked down irritated.

“Yeah?”

She perked up suddenly, “I’m gonna go read a book!” she yelled getting out of her chair and booking it to the stairs.

“Um, okay, have fun!” he yelled as she ran out of sight. He directed his attention towards the war zone not twelve feet away. Flour, butter, dried pancake mix, dried egg, and somehow jelly was among the substances that now stained the many surfaces of the kitchen. He sighed eternally and started cleaning.

By the time he was done the kitchen looked good. He went upstairs into ‘his’ room and laid down to take a nap. 'His' room was much the same as Sweeties but with even less stuff. It had a bed and a drawer and that was all.

...

“James,” he heard Sweetie say somewhere behind him.

He opened his eyes and found himself staring at the wall corner the bed was at. He yawned and rolled over to find Sweetie next to the bed looking up to him. He felt well rested, “yeah Sweetie?”

“I went number two again,” she said with a slight blush.

“...w-” James eyes shot open. He totally forgot he told Sweetie to tell him, again. His reasons for doing so at the time weren’t the best, “d-did you use the wet wipes?” He asked.

Sweetie looked away, cheeks red, “yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

He scooted back to the wall, “here,” he said while patting his hand on an empty spot.

Sweetie jumped onto the bed, “a-are, are we going to snuggle?” she asked blushing.

“I would like that very much,” he said caressing her to him with his free arm. She accepted and snuggled up against his chest. He ran his hand through her soft fur a few times. Sweetie seemed to be enjoying it.

His hand stopped, “can I put my finger up your butt?” He couldn’t say what compelled him to ask that, outside of being horny. He instantly regretted it, but he was committed already.

She looked slightly disgusted but made no movements away from him, “whyyy?”

It took him a moment to realize that wasn’t an outright rejection. He blinked a couple times, “...I, just really want to. I think you have a really cute butt,” he said.

“Really?” she asked looking to him for confirmation and he nodded, making her cheeks rosy. She looked to be thinking for a moment.

He was having thoughts a mile a second, “How about this,” he blurted out, “we can do something that you want to do after I do that.”

Sweeties eyes lit up, “can we kiss?”

That was too good a deal for him. He wasn’t completely for it, “Well Sweetie, that’s hardly a fair trade I like kissing you to. Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” she nodded, “So it’s okay if I put my finger up your butt?” She looked away shyly for a moment and nodded slightly.

His hand was currently on her barrel near her shoulder. Slowly he moved it to her dock. She looked somewhat nervous, “Sweetie could you move your tail?” She did so looking up to him in some way, “are you sure you’re okay with this?” she looked down, “we can still kiss. I don’t have to do that if you really don’t want me to. Talk to me.”

“I-It doesn’t hurt and I’m your special somepony,” she stated looking back to him bravely, “I don’t get it, but you really want to do it so I-I’ll let you do it,” she answered.

“That’s very sweet and brave of you,” He said and brought his middle finger to her buttock and searched for her little ponut. Once finding it he began to prod it a little. He quickly realized his middle finger was dry and thus her little pucker seemed much harder to enter and he wasn’t keen on hurting her on accident.

He was too comfortable to get up and find lotion or something. He also didn’t want Sweetie to change her mind if he did so, which left him with one option. He grabbed her with both hands and rolled onto his back she laughed a little, “How about we kiss while I do that?”

Sweetie now standing on his chest and looked blankly at him for a moment. Her eyes lit up, “Okay!” she said enthusiastically smiling down to him. She lowered her head to his, which was propped up by a pillow. He met her half way and they kissed. Sweetie was quick to bring out her tongue. He responded in kind. He could taste very faint hints of the breakfast they had.

Sweetie had her eyes closed and was blushing up a storm as their tongues danced. James brought his hand up to her mouth and slipped in two fingers into her mouth. Her eyes opened and he couldn’t help but smile at her as her tongue tried to fight off the invaders. He took them out and they were covered and wet.

He brought his hand back to her buttock. He stopped kissing much to her disappointment and looked to her for a moment silently asking her to move her tail. She looked back confused, “your tail?” She sheepishly looked at him and moved it out of the way. He propped himself up against the wall at the end of the bed a little more so he wouldn’t be pulling his neck.

He moved in and started the makeout session again, while he did that he brought his wet middle finger back to her ponut and began proding.

Sweetie let out a little screech at the contact her eyes open again. She stopped kissing. He could see the moment of realization that some of her spit which was on his finger was now entering her butthole. It was so cute, he couldn’t help but start kissing her again. She seemed happy to distract herself from what was happening at her rear.

It was much easier on his finger this time. He slowly began moving it in and out putting more into her every other time. He could feel her squeezing his finger.

“Mmm” Sweetie moaned into his mouth making him move his finger a little more. She was kissing him with so much vigor.

That turned him on. He moved his finger all the way into her and began wiggling it. He loved the little vibrations and sounds she made as they kissed.

He moved it in and out at a steady rhythm.

Her tail raised as her face was basically red. She breathed hard from her snout. He was in a trance watching her.

“Ah!” Sweetie yelled suddenly and hotly stopping the kissing, but not his finger which was on autopilot. She looked confused for a moment, “Ah! Wait stop!”

He stopped taking out his finger, afraid he might have hurt her. As he did her tail came down covering herself not that he was in a position to see anything, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I-I think I have to pee!”

“Didn’t you just use the bathroom?” He asked before it hit him, “wait you think you have pee, what do you mean?” He’s pretty sure he knows what she means.

“I don’t know. It’s weird,” Sweetie said who was still blushing.

“Okay to the bathroom we go,” he said picking her up, she squealed, “I think it’s time we talked about that thing from yesterday. I don’t think that’s pee your feeling.” He continued as he carried her to the bathroom.

“It’s not? We are!? Finally!!” She exclaimed, “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me! What is it?” She asked eagerly as they entered the upstairs bathroom.

“Sit your cute little behind here and we’ll talk about it,” He said setting her down on the toilet. She had her hind legs squeezed together, her tail was curled to one of her flanks and she looked embarrassed. He kneeled down to her, “do you know what sex is?”

She thought for a moment, “...my sister once called some black socks and black spiked collar with a black leash ‘sexy’ one time,” she brought a forehoof to her chin and rubbed it, “I don’t know why somepony would walk their dog with socks on, they’ll just get dirty when the dog wants to play. I guess that’s why they were black,” she ended with a shrug.

James couldn’t help but imagine Sweetie in those things, and if wasn’t for the fact he was already hard, well he would’ve gotten hard. At present it only made him harder. Her answer left him conflicted, but he felt he was certainly in too deep to go back, “Sweetie, I don’t think a dog is what the collar and leash was for. Sexy isn’t sex. Sexy is something that makes someone feel like having sex, and what that something is can be just about anything. You’d be surprised at some of the weird things that someone can find sexy.”

“Then what’s sex?” She asked.

“Do you know what a vagina and a penis is?” She blushed and squirmed a little before nodding in confirmation. Her hind legs rubbed together, “Do you know where foals come from?”

“Storks,” She answered confidently.

He blinked in confusion, “Umm,” he said rubbing his head, “so first tell me what a vagina and penis are.”

“It’s where fillies and stallions pee,” he nodded, “I’ve only seen diagrams of a stallions penis.” She shared.

“And where did you learn that foals come from storks?”

“The book Tales For Foals. My mom used to read that to me all the time, she said it was one of her happiest days when she got me.”

“Sweetie I have to tell you that storks don’t bring foals to mothers,” she looked to him confused, “you see, sex is when a stallion puts his penis inside a mares vagina,” she looked a little grossed out, “and if the conditions are right, the mare well get pregnant and a foal will start growing inside her for months until it’s time to be born.”

“Oooohhhh,” she said in realization, “that’s what pregnant means then when do the storks come in?”

He face palmed lightly, “Sweetie the stork is just a made up character that allows parents to kick the truth can down the road.”

“Okay?”

“Anyways, we’ve gotten off track. Sex is something special some ponies usually do. It’s not only for making foals but it’s also for fun which is why ponies would want to look and/or act sexy. With that said, sex must be something they agree to do or else it’s something very bad. Am I clear?” She nodded.

“But how is it fun? That sounds like i-it’d-” she blushed and looked down at her still crossed and fidgeting hind legs.

“Sweetie I want to have sex with you,” He somewhat blurted out. He was so turned on right now.

She looked back up to him, “y-you do?” He nodded, “b-but I still have to pee and I-I’m kind of scared. Why does it feel so weird.” She looked away as if she was ashamed of herself.

It was a heart moving sight. He leaned in and hugged Sweetie with one arm. A moment later she wrapped both hooves around his neck.

After a little bit, he moved back, “Feeling better?”

She smiled and nodded, “mhmm, but I still feel like I have to pee and i-it won’t come out.”

“Oh, I believe what your feeling is precum,” he answered.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a liquid the body makes to get ready for sex,” James explained, “it makes having sex easier. For example, that’s why I made sure my finger was wet before I put it up your butthole, because you might end up with the equivalent of a rug burn.”

“Does that mean I’m ready for sex?”

He couldn’t bring himself to intentionally give her any misleading ideas, “Sweetie listen to me, your body doesn’t determine if you want to have sex or not, only your mind and heart does. Sex is strong sign of trust between ponies. Do you understand?”

She looked blankly at him for a moment before blushing and nodding, “I-I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“H-have sex with you.”

He let out a staggered sigh, “are you sure?” She nodded, “Sweetie I’ll be honest with you, sex for the first time with females can be painful for a moment and they’ll bleed a little bit because of something called the hymen. With that said, I don’t know if that’s the case for ponies but I think it’d be a good idea if we assumed it was.”

Sweetie cringed.

He leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. She relaxed. He moved to her ear, “I’m happy that you’d want to have sex with me, but how about we do something else for today, it’s kind of like sex but you won’t have to worry about the potential pain, how’s that sound?” he whispered.

“O-Okay,” She agreed.

He smiled at her and resisted the strong urge to kiss that cute little muzzle. Instead he put his hand on one of her tightly closed thighs and caressed it gently. After a little bit he put his other hand on her other thigh and gave it a caress.

Sweetie was on a toilet seat, her front hooves at her sides. He was tempted to move one of his hands up to her small tits, but they weren’t the prize.

She blushed as he began to coax her hind legs apart, slowly revealing her small little slit. It was barely noticeable. It was untouched and pure.

He moved closer to get a better view as Sweeties hind legs quivered, “You’re beautiful,” he commented. Sweetie covered her face with her forelegs with a squeak.

He pried her hind legs apart even more until he got a good view, not that there was any legitimate resistance. He gently moved one hand to her inner thigh then danced it just outside what he assumed would be her outer lips. They were barely noticeable at the moment. Sweetie fidgeted around and her breathing became somewhat noticeable.

She had yet to try and forcibly close her hind legs so he continued. He teased her and moved his fingers around her outer lips for a little bit before he moved in and gently caressed her little slit with two fingers being sure to avoid where he assumes her clit would be, “ahhh,” she let out dropping her hooves to her side, as her body moved slightly towards his fingers.

He leaned in and kissed her as he continued to gently tease her little pussy. Sweetie quickly grabbed hold of his head kissing passionately.

Using his other hand he put two fingers in her mouth which she welcomed this time as he felt her little tongue lick them, then continued kissing as soon as he removed them. He moved his hand to her rear then slid his middle finger up her ponut.

Her little snout seemed to be constantly exhaling on him as they kissed, “mmmm,” she moaned. She clung to his head tightly as he continued to tease her outer lips and slowly penetrated her ponut.

He moved his hands a little faster, “Ahh,” Sweetie yelped hotly and stopped kissing. She breathed heavily. Her hips were moving on their own with slight gyrations.

He smiled at the sight. A devious thought came to him. He took most of his middle finger out of her little ponut. Slowly, he prodded his index finger into her rear alongside his middle finger. After a couple prods he moved them both into her, “Uhh.”

With his other hand, he moved his index finger and middle to both sides of her little slit. He put pressure on both sides and her little pussy split it open enough to reveal a sliver of hot pink.

“AH!” She screamed at the new sensation, “mmmm,” she moaned, as a small trickling of precum came out.

He smeared it on his finger and brought it to Sweeties mouth. She idly licked his finger as she seemed out of it.

He lowered his head and kissed her little pussy, which baring the liquid still looked untouched and tight. He licked her slit up and down. She moaned. Her legs spreaded out as far as they could. It was hard for him to describe the taste outside of good.

He gave her slit one final kiss and backed up. He removed his fingers from which ever orifice they were in and stood up.

Sweetie sat there as her breathing slowly came back to normal. Her hind legs spread wide on the toilet. “Well, it sure sounded like you had fun,” he commented.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled in agreement, before yawning and resting her head on her forelegs and sleeping with a sweet smile. She looked adorable as always.

Not knowing what else to do James scooped her up and brought her back to ‘his’ room so they could snuggle.

She seemed very happy to wake up next to him.

The rest of the day Sweetie tried several times to get him to do it again and he refused. He instead did everything he could to get her mind off it and completely wear her out by bed time.

Luckily, he had plenty of family friendly games and tricks that exhausted her by bedtime. Thanks to his year as a foalsitter.

Some of the younguns he had to deal with had a lot of energy. Sleep was a bliss he looked forward to, given his circumstances. Being woke up at neigh two in the morning so they could play some game or the other was never fun to deal with. It’s just one of the many many reasons he’s now retired.

Sweetie did eventually give up on asking him to do it again, more so because they actually had fun with one of the games. He assumed.

It was bedtime and Sweetie was looking down rather drowsy, “lets get some sleep,” he said.

“Okay,” she mumbled before turning around and tiredly marching off to her bed.

“Sweetie where are you going?” He asked. One of her ears perked up and she stopped, “We can sleep together you know.”

“We can?” she asked turning to him, ears perked up. He nodded. She smiled and quickly ran to his side. He picked her up and they went to bed then sleep soon after.