Chapters Glistening Fangs and Melodious Belles
Sweetie Belle Cifer’s laughter could be heard all around her room as she hopped and skipped along Rarity’s room. The carpet beneath her muffled the thumping sound of her hooves as they hit the ground every few seconds. Her curly two-toned mane and tail skirt bounced rhythmically with her bounces as her emerald eyes gleamed with mirth. Beside her, Rarity could be seen at er knitting machine, doing the last attachments to a dress she was making. Needles, threats and scissors could be seen thrown about her desk as she worked fruitlessly on her new design. Even with her intense concentration, she found herself slightly annoyed by the constant jumping coming from behind her. Pausing to take a break, Rarity sighed and turned to her sister, lifting the glasses from her sapphire eyes.
“Sweetie Belle darling, could you please stop that incessant bouncing?” She asked tiredly, frowning slightly at her sister. “I’m trying to finish your dress. If you keep making those sounds it’ll take me longer to finish it.”
Sweetie stopped in her bouncing, landing in the middle of the room to face her sister. “Oh, I’m sorry Rarity! I didn’t mean to! I’m just so excited about spending Nightmare Night tonight with Apple Bloom, Firestreak, Crescent Shield Scootaloo and Sheton! I really wanna show them the new dress I’m going to be wearing tonight!”
“I know you are dear, but I’m not going to get anywhere like this.” Rarity chastised, speaking to Sweetie like she was her mother instead of her sister. “Remember what I always say dear. I need complete and total concentration on my dresses, otherwise they will never be to perfection~.”
“Yes Rarity, I know...” Sweetie sighed, rolling her eyes. “I just really want this Nightmare Night to be special, and it’s not just about the dress either! This day will be officially marking the eleventh month anniversary if when Scootaloo and Sheton officially got together!”
This gave Rarity a pause, her expression slightly softening as the words wrapped around her head like a sock going up a hoof. A smile of tenderness slowly came to her face as she looked at her sister, her face holding none of the annoyance it had earlier. Rarity was one of the many ponies that found out about Scootaloo and Sheton’s new relationship. Having been told so by Fluttershy while she and the rest of her friends had a hangout at Sugarcube Corner. The other girls were, needless to say, shocked that the foals were now coltfriend and fillyfriend. Rarity most of all, mainly due to the fact that Scootaloo actually got together with a bat pony. Alas, that didn’t make Rarity any less elated and happy for the foals, Fluttershy included. Mainly for the fact that she was going to get a future brother-in-law.
Despite Rarity’s positivity and support of the girls didn’t quite believe Fluttershy, thinking she was just pulling their legs for a good laugh. That is, until Scootaloo and Sheton came walking in Sugarcube Corner hoof in hoof as they prepared to order something from Mrs. Cake’s stand. The group silently watched as the couple took a seat at a nearby table, cuddling up against one another as a giddy Ms. Cake gave them their pastries. After a few minutes of them silently conversing, Scootaloo and Sheton finally found an opportunity to lock lips. Kissing right in front of the entire Sugarcube Corner interior.
It was unknown whether or not they had planned it, the couple received a multiple chorus of squeals and coos from all in the bakery. Ms. Cake looked like she had been given the sweetest tasting candy of her life, with the girls holding similar reactions. It was sadly ruined when Pinkie appeared out of nowhere in front of the teens and started to loudly congratulate them on officially being a couple. Which, unbeknownst to the other mares, had been kept secret ever since Sheton’s thirteenth birthday. It took Fluttershy promising Pinkie to give her Solar Stare to get her to stop embarrassing her sister and Sheton. Even then, none of the mares, not even her and Rarity left the foals alone for the rest of the day.
“Ah yes, today is that day. Or rather, that night.” Rarity murmured, gaining a fond smile as she played with her curls. “If I recall correctly, you were all going to go into be playing with the other foals in the Town Square, and afterward, you’d be having a sleepover here.” Her smile turned into a perplexed frown as she gained a thoughtful look. “Not really how I’d spend an anniversary with my coltfriend, but whatever works I guess.”
“That is pretty unusual.” Sweetie nodded. “But, that’s how Sheton and Scootaloo want it to go, even though the tonight is mainly supposed to be about them. I guess they just wanted us to be there for some moral support~.” She giggled in mirth, her curly mane bouncing slightly with her movements. “Oh well, they’ll still get plenty of time to be together, even if they’ll more or less be with us. And that’s what really matters, right~?”
“Yes dear, indeed it is.” Rarity nodded softly, smiling at her younger sister. “I still can’t get over how adorable they look together. Even if Sheton is a bat pony, it still makes him so cute to be with little Scootaloo~! Oh, every time I see them even smile at one another it makes my heart just want to burst! They have to be the most adorable couple I’ve ever seen~!”
“I know, they really are~.” Sweetie cooed, her cheeks gaining a pink tint. “It just makes me want to just how them both like they’re one of my plushies! Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be in Sheton’s position right now~!”
Rarity nodded in agreement. “Your thoughts are exactly mine’s darling. I’m sure that it’ll come someday with the two of us, but just not today.” A soft sigh left her as she turned back to her work. “We can at least enjoy the blissfulness of being single without a care. That’s one plus sign with not having a special somepony.”
“Uh-huh, that’s great too~!” Sweetie nodded, her tail skirt swaying back and forth. She suddenly heard a thumping sound coming from downstairs, realizing that somepony was at the door. “Oh, somepony’s at the door! That must be Sheton and the girls!” Before Rarity could stop her, the filly was already rushing downstairs. “Hold on guys, I’m coming!”
“Don’t run down the stairs Sweetie Belle!” Rarity called form inside of her room. “And make sure to look through the peephole first! I don’t want there to be a stranger at the door!”
“’Kay~!” Sweetie called back, already making her way down the bottom of the stairs. Using her magic, she levitated herself up to the peephole and looked through. Upon seeing who it was, she let herself drop back down before practically throwing the door open.
“Hi Sheton, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom!” Sweetie squealed, smiling widely at the trio of teen foals that were standing at the door. “You guys are her early!”
“Howdy Sweetie Belle.” Apple Bloom said jovially, her orange eyes peering back at her from behind the black mask she had on. Around her chest, midsection, rump, and legs, were a matching black shirt and skirt, with her boots having symbols of fire on them. “We sure are early! Apparently, we had more spare time then we thought, so we decided t’ get her b’fore there was a chance fer us t’ run late.”
“That makes it even better!” Sweetie said happily as she let her friends in, closing the door behind them. “Rarity really doesn’t like it when ponies aren’t on time. Most of all when she has an order finished and ready to be sold. So you can avoid one of her annoying lectures tonight.”
“Only you would be relieved about something like that. Not that I’d blame you.” Sheton chuckled, straightening the black and red cloak around his neck. “So, why aren’t you in your costume? I thought that you were going to wear it when we got here?”
“I was, but Rarity had lost track of when she was supposed to make my suit.” Sweetie replied, a slightly annoyed look coming to her face. “Apparently, she had gotten swept up in another one of her romance novels. For the fourth time this week. So, I had to give her a little reminder that there was something she needed to do.”
“Oh dear, t-that doesn’t sound good.” Scootaloo said, fidgeting a bit in the gleaming white robe wrapped around her. Her wings were concealed in a pair of white dove-like wings that helped at to her angelic appearance, with her head containing a crown with many different flowers. “Was Rarity able to finish it on time?”
“She’s going to finish it in a bit.” Sweetie replied glancing up at the stairs for a second. “I was honestly worried that would be able to, but she did it quicker than I expected. I guess when you’re under a lot of pressure, you can accomplish more than you thought.”
“Some ponies can relate to that, but not all.” Sheton murmured, shrugging as he patted at his fedora. “I can’t wait to see your new costume Sweetie Belle. I bet you’re going to look beautiful in it!”
“Awww, thank you Sheton, I’m sure I will~.” Sweetie cooed, blushing a bit. “But not quite as pretty as Scootaloo looks. After all, she is your fillyfriend, not to mention she’s dressed like an angel. Then again, she’s already an angel in your eyes, isn’t she?”
Sheton smiled back, his slitted eyes turning to the aforementioned filly. “Uh-huh, she really is my little angel.” He planted a kiss on a blushing Scootaloo’s lips, to which she reciprocated by gently return it. “Way more of an angel than a certain bunny I know.”
“Oh, don’t be so hard on Cumulus Sheton.” Scootaloo gently chastised. “It’s not like he’s trying to keep us away from each other. He’s just…really protective of me as all. Cumulus doesn’t want to see me hurt and is only trying to keep me safe.”
“I’m pretty sure that biting my ears, pulling at my fangs and nearly ripping off my balls off isn’t a good example of keeping somepony safe.” Sheton deadpanned. “Or have you forgotten just last weekend when he tried to bite the top of my dick off when I was trying to take you from behind in Fluttershy’s backyard?”
Apple Bloom exploded into laughter, holding her stomach as she nearly fell off her hooves while Scootaloo looked away in embarrassment. Sweetie looked in between them, her eyes as wide as how dark her blush was. Her emerald eyes stared at Scootaloo questioningly, but she said nothing as her mind wandered to the incident that took place several days prior. It was on a warm sunny Saturday afternoon when Sheton decided that he wanted to have some fun with Scootaloo while Fluttershy was out shopping. They had decided to go into her backyard while he took her hard from behind against a tree, like he did back at Sweet Apple Acres. Or at least, that was what he planned before Cumulus biting on Sheton’s cock had ended it.
It was a good ten minutes of him flying and kicking around the backyard with an angry bunny on him before Fluttershy came to the rescue. After using her Solar Stare to stop Cumulus’s assault, she used her healing magic to heal the wound on the poor colt’s cock. Even though he was healed, she advised them not to get too rough with each other during sex. Since Sheton needed time to recover from the area that Cumulus had attacked him at, least her healing magic get messed up in the process. Both foals took her advice to heart, though Sheton swore to make sure that Cumulus was nowhere around if he decided to mate with Scootaloo in Fluttershy’s backyard again.
“O-okay, I’ll exclude that out of the list of times when he was trying to keep me safe.” Scootaloo said, her mind flashing back to the incident back at her sister’s cottage. “Cumulus did go a little too far there.”
“He tried to bite the top half of my dick off like it was a carrot.” Sheton emphasized bluntly as Apple Bloom laughed even harder. “I’d say that more than a little too far.” He sighed, smiling a bit as he wrapped a wing around Scootaloo. “Still, it wasn’t all bad. At least I had you to take care of me when I was hurt~.”
Scootaloo returned her coltfriends smile, even as the blush on her face deepened. “M-mhm, I sure did.”
“U-um, guys?” Sweetie asked timidly, her cheeks as red as Roseluck’s cutie mark. “Is there something I should know about?”
“Nothing, we’ll tell you later Sweetie Belle.” Sheton said dismissively as Apple Bloom finally began to calm down. At that moment, he looked up and smiled a bit. “Oh, it looks like your sister is done with your costume!”
Blinking, Sweetie turned around, only to feel her vision, head and forelegs being obscured falling over head before feeling her forelegs go through it. She then felt something being put on her head and forelegs, before something sticky got planted on her face. Once she caught herself, she lifted the hat on her head, and saw Rarity smiling warmly down at her.
“There we are darling~!” She gushed, batting her eyelashes at the younger unicorn. “Your suit is complete!”
Sweetie paused for a moment and looked down at her custom. On her was a deep purple shirt having a lighter purple skirt at the bottom, with yellow stars near the edges. Her hooves were covered in stockings, ranging from lighter and darker colors of purple. Lastly, on her head, was a hat that could only belong to a witch, with a yellow stripe going around it.
“Oh wow, it’s even better than I thought I’d be!” Sweetie cried, smiling widely up at her sister. “It looks amazing Rarity!”
“I know I does darling, I’m the one who made it after all.” Rarity said somewhat smugly as Sweetie twirled around in her costume. “I’m assuming you like it?”
“I sure do~!” Sweetie replied, hugging her sister around her front legs. “I love it so much! Thank you, Rarity! It’s beautiful!”
“Oh, you’re welcome darling~.” Rarity cooed, nuzzling her sister’s forehead. “Anything for my darling little sister on a night such as this~.”
“Oh my, you look amazing Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo said sweetly. “You actually do look like a dark mage!”
“Ya sure do!” Apple Bloom nodded, still having her smile of mirth. “All yer missin’ is th’ staff!”
“Eh, I’m not really a fan of staffs. That’s more Twilight or Crescent Shield’s thing.” Sweetie Belle shrugged with a wave of her hoof. “My horn is all I need, since I am a dark mage now~!”
“Yeah, good point.” Sheton giggled, fluttering his bat wings from under his cloak. “So, are you ready to go now?”
“Yep, I sure am!” Sweetie nodded, bouncing over to her friends. “See ya Rarity, we’re off now!”
“Have fun darlings~!” Rarity said as the teenagers rushed out the door. “Be sure to be back before eight-o-clock! You still have your sleepover on your list of things to do!”
“We will!” Sweetie said back as she and her friends vanished into the streets. Rarity watched them go with a smile, before turning around and closing the door behind her. As the foals began their foals began their fun, they had yet to realize of the real fun soon to take place. One that would leave Sweetie Belle very satisfied with more than just candy.
Author's Note
I just wanted to point out that I had a little bit of trouble on how to start this chapter and what time to put Sweetie Belles incoming sexual experience into place. After I started thinking about Nightmare Night, that's when it came to me and the rest was easy. So I shouldn't have that much trouble in getting through the rest of this new clopfic before Sweetie's turn to get rutted comes next
Glistening Fangs and Melodious Belles
A Sweet Apple Trick or Treat
One of the things that Sweetie Belle loved about Nightmare Night was that it was one of the days that she could really let loose. Where she felt like she could really act like a foal other than on days where it was expected of her to do just that. Unlike some of the times where she’s with her sister, who expects her to act like a proper lady, least she get an unjustified scolding. When she’s with ponies like her sister’s friends, or her own friends, she didn’t have to worry about that. There wouldn’t be any Rarity to watch her and how she acted around anypony whenever they were together, or in her boutique. During those times, would just be Sweetie, her friends, and anypony else they were hanging out with. Not judging her or expecting her to act certain way than like a sweet and adorable little filly. One who was just far too naïve to stay out of any kind of trouble whatsoever.
That was the exact same feeling that Sweetie’s dear friends were feeling as they trotted along the houses of the darkened streets of Ponyville. Other foals could be seen adorning costumes that were similar and different from them. Some were dressed as monsters, while others were dressed as royalty, with one even dressed as a hidden superhero. It took a moment for the group to guess that it was actually a costume of the infamous Mare Do Well, its eye masks gleaming in the moonlight. This took Sweetie, Sheton, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom by surprise, having not expected Element Bearers old costume to come back. Then again, this was Nightmare Night, a time where you could be dressed as anything, so it was too unexpected. Still, it was pretty weird to see somepony dressed as that character in particular.
As they continued to explore the streets, the group of for searched for ponies they could look for to get candy. They looked around for any houses that looked to be easy pickings and looked to have any candy. So far, most of them were occupied with foals that were already at the door, or already had baskets full of candy out. Some of the houses looked to be devoid of anypony, but there looked to be no candy baskets out. Let along anypony looking out for any foals that may come to their door.
“Gosh, th’ streets sure are packed tonight ain’t they?” Apple Bloom asked to herself. “There’s hardly a house here that isn’t sellin’ out candy to anypony.”
“I don’t really find it all that surprising.” Sheton murmured with a shrug as he walked beside Scootaloo. “Some of the foals here are reaching the same age as us, and they’re trying to celebrate some of their last Nightmare Nights in Ponyville as foals. It’s the only thing that can explain why they’re so extra excited tonight.”
“I honestly feel bad for them.” Scootaloo said softly, looking at the much younger foals as they road along the backs of their siblings. “Just think that after this, they won’t really be able to spend Nightmare Night as freely as they used to. Even if they do, they won’t be able to really enjoy it like how they usually do.”
“It’s kind of sad really.” Sweetie interjected, sounding slightly solemn. “It’s reasons like that where I wish that I was a still a foal, so I can still be that cute little filly. That way it’d be much easier for me to get as much candy as I want and eat it until I pop! ”
“That is until you get a massive tummy ache that prevents you from eating anymore candy.” Sheton said teasingly, blowing a raspberry at Sweetie. “I can remember the multiple times where you went green in the face from having a large belly. You really did look like marshmallow ready to pop with just a single poke!”
Sweetie shot a glare at her bat pony friend. “For your information, marshmallows don’t pop on their own!” She said heatedly, a slight squeak in her voice. “They expand at the very least when they’re heated inside of microwaves! Every time I made some smores for me and Rarity, not once did they pop at all!”
“Yeah, that’s true. At least form yer perspective Sweets.” Apple Bloom shrugged with a small smirk. “Though by the end of tonight, any marshmallows that we have ain’t gonna be the only things that’ll grow like a pig gettin’ a pot belly.”
“W-where are you going with that?” Sweetie asked slowly, getting an unfamiliar feeling in her gut. “Are you saying that I’m fat?”
“Nothin’ don’t worry about it fer now.” Apple Bloom replied, not losing her smirk. “Still, be prepared for tonight, ‘cause yer definitely gonna be close to poppin’ then .”
This statement made Sweetie even more confused, but before she could, a squeak from Sheton made her draw her attention to him. They both stopped when they saw the look of absolute fear in his eyes, his wings instinctively flared with the sudden urge to fly away as fast as possible. At first, the alabaster filly was confused as to what had him so terrified, but upon seeing what, or who , Sheton saw, the answer became clear.
Standing just forty feet away from the four teens, giving out trees to one foal at a time, were a few members of the apple family. Bright Macintosh and Pear Butter could be seen at the front of a large apple stand with a multitude of apple related treats. At the back of the stand, was Applejack and Big Macintosh, the latter strapped to a cart full of foals, while the latter was giving them caramel apples. All of them looked to be having a wonderful time. A time that was soon going to be broken by the presence of the colt just feet away from them.
“Uh-oh…” Apple Bloom murmured, her chipper mood all but dissipating at the sight of her family, mainly her brother and sister. “It’s mah family. Ah really wish we didn’t need to see them right now.”
“Why?” Sweetie asked quizzically, her confusion only increasing. “Aren’t you happy that they’re all out here on Nightmare Night?”
“Yes, but that ain’t it.” Apple Bloom replied with a glance towards her phone. “It’s because of the incident that happened back at mah farm. You know? The one that Ah told ya about around seven months ago?”
“…Oh, that…right.” Sweetie cringed; the implications of what Apple Bloom was saying colliding ringing in her head like a grand central bell. “You’re talking about the day that you, Sheton and Scootaloo had your, um…three way?”
“The day that me and Sheton decided to open our relationship and include more fillies in it, yes.” Scootaloo replied softly, her tone unusually straightforward. “You remember the details that we gave you on that day, don’t you?”
Sweetie gave another visible cringe, looking away from her friends as her long curly bangs obscured her emerald eyes. She certainly remembered being told about the incident at Sweet Apple Acres seven months prior. The one where Sheton, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had a three-way intercourse right inside of Apple Bloom’s room. It was just really bad luck that they happened to be found by her family, mainly Big Mac and Applejack. The last two ponies that Apple Bloom wanted to find out about something as big as this. It was only by the graces of Faust and Pear Butter, Bright Mac, and Granny Smith’s help that they were not turned into ponified caramel apples. Scootaloo and Sheton were lucky enough to get away from the two enraged siblings and go back to their families without any incident. Apple Bloom, however, was not quite as lucky as her friends. Oh no, not even close.
After her friends had left, from what Apple Bloom told them, she had endured a screaming rant by her elder sister. Had her parents not been holding then back, they would have surely strangled the life out of her with the ropes Applejack kept in her closet. Thankfully, Granny Smith had finally managed to calm them down, and only had her son and daughter in law release them when they promised not to demolish their sister. Despite this, Apple Bloom’s troubles were far from over, and the next couple of weeks were spent with her enduring being worked to the bone on the farm by Applejack. Fortunately, her parents and grandmother weren’t upset with her, and promised they’d never speak of the incident to anypony else. Even so, those were still a rough couple of weeks for all of them.
Scootaloo immediately came to her coltfriend’s aid, wrapping a soothing wing around his caped form. “It’s okay Sheton. I’m here; I’m right here~.” She cooed softly, her lips just centimeters away from his tufted ear. “It’s gonna be alright.”
“I…I’m not scared.” Sheton replied honestly, breathing deeply to calm his nerves. “I…I-I’m just really nervous right now. Like, going to freak the fuck out kind of nervous.”
“After what happened seven months ago, Ah don’t blame ya.” Apple Bloom said, wrapping a foreleg around Sheton’s neck. “Don’t worry, we won’t let ‘em hurt ya. They’ll have t’ git passed me and Scoots t’ do that.” She looked at Sweetie with furrowed brows. “You in Sweetie Belle?”
“O-of course I am!” Sweetie replied just a little quickly, giving Apple Bloom her best smile. “I wouldn’t be a Cutie Mark Crusader if I didn’t look out for any of my friends!”
Apple Bloom nodded in approval, before looking at Sheton and Scootaloo with a nod. They nodded back, and proceeded to make their way towards the apple stand, with Sheton shivering all the while. In just a few moments time, they found themselves in front of the stand, where they were immediately greeted by Bright Mac and Pear Butter.
“Well howdy there, Apple Bloom! It’s good to see ya over here tonight!” Pear Butter said sweetly, eyeing the group of foals with warmth. “And it looks like you got Sheton, Sweetie Belle and lil’ Scootaloo here with you too!”
“Hello Ms. Pear Butter, it’s wonderful to see you too.” Scootaloo said sweetly, her tone laced with gentle politeness. She nuzzled the mare in her chest fluff and smiled when the earth pony gripped her in a strong hug. “Are you all here selling out apple treats to other foals?”
“Eeyup, we sure are! And we’re getting’ a lot of the youngin’s here too! You just happen to be th’ next ones in line!” Pear Butter nodded, grinning at the orange filly. “And, honey, Ah told ya time and time again. Ya don’t need to refer to me as Ms. Okay? You can jus’ call me by mah own name. We’re friends remember?”
“I know, I-I’m sorry. Force of habit.” Scootaloo said, blushing in embarrassment as she looked away from the older mare. “So…did you guys decide to come out this Nightmare Night?”
“We sure did! We felt that we needed a bit of a change to sellin’ our products and decided to bring them to the folks instead of the other way around.” Bright Mac replied, tipping his hat as the teens looked around at the products. “It’s really workin’ too! We’ve had a lot more ponies come here and buy more food and treats, and some of the youngin’s have been makin’ lil’ buys themselves.”
“Well ain’t that sweet~.” Apple Bloom cooed, watching as a younger filly gave Granny Smith a few bits for an apple fritter. “Looks like yer all gettin’ lil’ future profiters t’ th’ stand.”
“We sure are sweetie! These foals are on their way to be great dealer! Ah can feel it in these ol’ bones of mine.” Granny Smith cooed back, winking at her youngest granddaughter. “By the way, are any of y’all here to git anythin’? If yer worried about it being paid, then ya don’t need to worry. It’s on the house fer the for of you.”
Sweetie shook her head. “No, actually we happen to come here by accident. We didn’t notice you until Sheton did.” She frowned a bit as she looked at the colt and at Applejack and Big Mac, who still hadn’t noticed them. “Though, it wasn’t to the two if you that he noticed.”
It didn’t take even a second for Bright Mac, Pear Butter and Granny Smith to catch onto what Sweetie was mentioning. Their smiled faltered just a tad as they looked at Apple Bloom’s elder sister and brother, before looking back at them.
“Ah, ya took notice of Applejack and Big Mac on her way here and got scared?” Granny Smith asked knowingly, giving Sheton a pointed look. Not waiting for an answer, she continued, “Don’t worry hon’ we ain’t gonna let ‘em hurt ya. Not you or yer fillyfriend. If they remember anythin’ form what happened last time, then they won’t try to push their luck.”
“They’d better not.” Apple Bloom growled slightly, holding onto Sheton even tighter. “’Cause we got enough of that these last months. Ah really don’t need anythin’ ruinin’ our Nightmare Night.”
“Ruinin’ who’s Nightmare Night?” The curious voice of Applejack asked as she walked beside her parents. Her perplexed expression soon became one of stone when she noticed the teenage crusaders in front of the stand. “Oh, howdy there Sheton.”
Sheton gulped inaudibly, doing his best to look into Applejack’s unreadable eyes. He could feel Big Mac’s eyes boring into his, but he paid the draft stallion no mind, for now. “Hello there, Applejack. How’re, um…you and Big Mac doing this Nightmare Night?”
“We’re done jus’ fine thank you.” Applejack replied curtly, eyeing the colt like he was waiting for him to do something stupid. “And I take it y’all havin’ a fine night too?”
This time, it was Scootaloo who replied. “Yes, this Nightmare Night is looking to be really fun for all of us. A-although, we haven’t really had much luck in getting any treats. Since most of the houses are already occupied, or closed for the night.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame. You barely even got a whole hour outside and you barely even got more than a few pieces.” Granny Smith frowned, looking at the bags that the foals had around their necks. “Ah don’t even need to see inside o’ them bags oh yers to know that you hardly even have a few pieces in there. Now that ain’t somethin’ that Ah’m gonna let fly, even if y’all are on the cusps of mare and stallionhood.”
Sweetie blinked in astonishment at the mint green mare. “How were you able to figure that out?”
“’Cause she’s the famous Granny Smith that’s why.” Bright Mac replied amusedly. “She can see and detect things that nopony else can see without makin’ some effort. It’s best not to question it fer th’ say o’ yer sanity. Jus’ like how it’s best not to question the random things that Pinkie and Melon Cake do.”
The unicorn fully blushed deeply, embarrassment flooding her body as well as her voice as she timidly spoke. “Good point.”
“Yer darn tootin’! And don’t any o’ y’all forget it!” Granny Smith said resolutely stomping a hoof down on the stand table. It rattled along with the treats stacked in front of it, but they somehow managed to keep from falling to the ground. “Now, enough babblin’. We got some foals whose tummies we need to fill with our apples until they look ready to pop! Sheton! Scootaloo! Apple Bloom! Sweetie Belle! Present those bags out t’ yer dear ol’ Granny so she can fill ‘em quicker than cider in an apple barrel!”
Like a group of cadets following the orders of a Drill Sargent, all four foals held their bags out, which barely had any candy inside of any of them. Pear Butter and Bright Mac frowned at this, not the least bit happy that such sweet foals had such a meager reward for their candy hunt across Ponyville. Granny Smith then proceeded to throw in candies of all various types, ranging from lollipops, bars, little wrappings and more, into the barely filled bags. She even through in a few wrapped foods in them as well. Ones that the crusaders could only guess were apple family product food, probably to add a little something healthier. They didn’t really mind that, since Granny Smith’s cooking was top notch. So, they were more than happy to take it, and hoped that they would get more.
“There we are! That should be much better fer y’all!” Granny Smith said proudly, looking at the bloated Halloween bags. “Does that feel better youngins?”
Apple Bloom beamed up at her grandmother, her smile far brighter than it was then before they came here. “Yeah! This is a lot better Granny!” She said, her voice straining a bit as she struggled to hold the bag around her neck. “I-it’s jus’ a little big and heavy around mah neck, t-that’s all.”
“Eeyup, it sure is.” Applejack nodded, stealing another glance at Sheton. “An’ Ah know that ain’t th’ only thing that’s big.”
Sheton gave the tangerine earth mare a perplexed look at her statement. The answer then became clear as his face erupted into a fierce blush. Scootaloo wasn’t too far off ahead, her face gaining the same red tint while Apple Blooms shot a death glare at her big sister.
“Well what did you expect darlin’? Ma is somepony that always makes sure everypony has somethin’ extra for what they need. Even if she does tend to go a little bit overboard in it.” Pear Butter chuckled, watching as the four teens struggled with their bags. “But if yer havin’ so much trouble with carryin’ those bags, then jus’ carry ‘em on yer backs. Y’all are strong youngins, so that shouldn’t be too much trouble fer ya.”
“G-Good idea.” Sweetie grunted, levitating all four of the candy bags and setting them upon her and her friends’ backs. She sighed with relief was the strain was released from her neck, allowing her to breathe again. “There, that’s much better. Now I can breathe again.”
“There that’s much better!” Bright Mac beamed, leaning against the stand. “Now y’all have plenty of candy for the night. And you have the next few hours saved for the rest of Nightmare Night! So that means you can head on down to the activities at the Town Square and join the rest of the foals there!”
“Oh yeah, that’s right! I’ve been wanting to try to go down there before the night’s end!” Sheton exclaimed, ears perking as if he remembered something important. He frowned as he looked down the street, and the back at the candy on his bag. “But, I doesn’t look like I can make it there quickly enough. I mean, this candy is really heavy on my back. I don’t think even I can get there while flying without letting the bag fall.”
“I figured you’d say that sugarcube.” Granny Smith chuckled, blowing her thick bags from out of her eyes. “You don’t need to worry ‘bout that, ‘cause Big Mac here was jus’ about to take these other youngins over there. If ya want, you can join him and the rest o’ them down t’ th’ Town Square!”
Sheton flinched, finally making eye contact with the Big Mac for the first time since coming to the Apple Family Treat Stand. The stallion’s expression was half-lidded, betraying no emotion like it usually did, but Sheton wasn’t fooled. He could feel the burning wrath inside of those green eyes, thanks to his own. Fire that could have incinerated him on the spot if Big Mac were able to do so. All for ‘violating’ the one pony he and Applejack valued more than anypony else in the word, and ‘stealing her innocence’, as Applejack portrayed it.
“Um, t-that won’t be necessary Granny Smith.” Sheton said, taking a step back. “We can just walk there on our own, n-but thank you for the offer-”
“Oh no, Ah insist hon’.” The Apple Matriarch cut the bat winged colt off, her tone letting him know she wasn’t taking no for answer. “As a matter o’ fact, we were jus’ decidin’ that any foals that looked like they needed a right would git one from Big Mac himself. Be it to the Town Square, just anywhere around Ponyville.” She looked over at Big Mac and shot him a warning glare, her irises glowing menacingly. “Right , Mac?”
Big Mac shrunk slightly, feeling the withering gaze of his grandmother burning into his skull like two steaming apple fritters. “E…eeyup…”
“Good!” Granny Smith chirped, going back to her usual chipper mood as she smiled at the crusaders. “Now, you for jus’ go on ahead and hop on! Gonna warn ya though, despite his size, Big Mac is pretty fast. So the ride may get more than a little…bumpy.”
“We know Granny Smith, we know. We’ve gotten cart rides from Big Mac before. Just like the last several Nightmare Nights before.” Scootaloo stated patiently as she, her coltfriend, and her fellow crusaders climbed into the cart. Once they got themselves settled in, she looked over at Granny Smith and nodded. “Alright, we’re ready to go now.”
“Good, y’all hold on tight now. Because Big Mac ain’t holdin’ back this time around.” Applejack said, patting at her brothers back. She gave a grin a that was a bit too wide as she patted rathe roughly at the Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sheton’s heads. “And trust me when Ah say, he’s really gonna hit the engines tonight.”
Sheton paused, getting a very nerve-wracking feeling in his gut. ‘Why do I get the feeling this ride is gonna be a scary one? ’
“You four have fun ya hear? And be sure to let us know if anypony’s given ya trouble!” Bright said, tipping his hat towards the crusaders, before patting his only son on the back. “Alright Big Mac, set ‘em off!”
Big Mac nodded to his father, and without hesitation, he took off barreling down the street. The foals screamed and squealed in delight with the crusaders joining along with them, holding onto the cart for dear life. Applejack, Pear Butter, Bright Mac and Granny Smith all watched them go until they all vanished into the buildings, before tending to their stand once more.
Author's Note
Sorry for the long wait on the updates everyone
Well, that's all for now everyone
Glistening Fangs and Melodious Belles
A Late Night Stress Relief
The scent of soap filled Sweetie Belle’s nostrils as she and her friends bathed in the bathroom of Rarity’s boutique. The bubble and foam form the soap and bubble bottle they used surrounded them like water plants in a swamp as they swam and played in the water. All of their little bodies were soaked in water and cleaning liquid, their manes clinging to them like the wrappings on a gift. Even though there were four of them, the bathtub in Rarity’s bathroom was more than big enough to allow the teens to move around. Despite their wet postures, all of them were laughing and smiling as they reminisced over the night of fun they had. One that, while having a few tense moments, was more than enough to leave them all satisfied.
“Oh wow! This water feels so warm on mah fur!” Apple Bloom sighed, halfway sunk into the bathtub. “Ah don’t think Ah’ve ever felt this good in a bathtub except fer th’ one back on the farm!”
“I know. It’s like I’m washing myself in that massive pond all the way up in Neighagra Falls!” Sheton added, his ears twitching as he inhaled the fresh scent of the bubbles all over the tub. “And the bubbles inside of her smell so fresh! Just like the fruits that my Mom likes to pluck and drink from!”
“It is, isn’t it?” Sweetie Belle asked, smiling sweetly at her friends as her wet curly mane clung to her neck and the sides of her face. “Rarity has a lot of bath water soap and other conditioners that really leave you feeling rejuvenated and, redefined, as she sometimes says.” She looked over at Scootaloo, who was sitting in front of her as the unicorn’s hooves worked to scrub into her mane. “And feels really good whenever it’s inside of your mane too.”
Scootaloo nodded, her eyes closed as the water and soap slid down her face. “It certainly does Sweetie Belle. I can smell all of the bath soap all around us. even inside of my hair. It smells a lot like the flowers that my big sister grows inside of her garden.”
“It does smell like that doesn’t it?” Sweetie asked as she continued to scrub at the filly’s purple mane. “It really does help me relax whenever I’m bathing or showering. It like it knows what I’m full of stress and wants to help me wash it away. Literally and metaphorically.” She giggled as she pushed some strands of her mane away from her face. “I’ve seen a long time ago why Rarity likes using it so much.”
“It looks like we’re seeing it too.” Sheton said, blowing at some of the clumped-up soap that was around him. He watched as it floated about the air, some of it landing on his nose. He let out a little snort as it flew away, making Scootaloo giggle at his cuteness. “It’s not as unpleasant when it lands in your nose or even in your eyes though. I can’t count the number of time when I sneezed it up or got it in my eyes. Those were not pleasant experiences for me.”
“Got it in on th’ muzzle there.” Apple Bloom commented, leaning against the edge of the tub as the water warmed her cool body. “It don’t feel good at all t’ feel yer eyes burnin’ like fritters in an oven. All thanks t’ somethin’ as harmless…” Her face clenched in revulsion. “…an’ nasty as soap.”
“I hear you Apple Bloom. And that’s why I’m comfortable with using soap like this rather than as a huge bar of it.” Sweetie nodded, sticking her tongue out as if somepony had stuck a bar of soap right into it. “I have not had pleasant experiences with bars of soap. I’m not gonna go into it, but…let’s just say that I’ve learned to watch certain words that I say around Rarity.”
Apple Bloom, Sheton and Scootaloo cringed, having an inkling at what Sweetie was going on about. Before they could remark on it, they heard the door to the filly’s bathroom door open and a familiar elegant voice ask, “Watch what certain words, darling?”
The group of four turned to see Rarity standing just inside of the bathroom, dressed in a pure white bathrobe. Her mane was wrapped up in a towel, hanging from atop of her in a way that made it look like a beautiful beehive. The same could not be said for her tail skirt, which dragged behind her so much that it touched the floor. Even her makeup was nonexistent, allowing the whiteness in her eye lids to be seen as the mare curiously blinked.
“Oh, it’s nothing Rarity! I didn’t say anything!” Sweetie said almost too quickly. “M-me and the others were just saying about how good it feels to use soap in a bottle!”
Rarity tilted her head. “Oh, really now?”
“Um, y-yeah, that’s right!” Sheton replied, coming to Sweetie’s aid. “W-we really like using soap like its shampoo instead of as a bar of it. It’s not exactly fun to keep picking it up every few ponies whenever your trying to wash yourself.”
“Oh you have no idea dear~!” Rarity groaned, raising a foreleg to her head in her usual dramatic fashion. “It was the same for me when I was each of your ages. Before I could use magic, I had to stick with using soap the old fashion way. Even when I was using the bottles, I had to be careful that I didn’t lose my grip. Including when I dropped it inside the tub or shower . There were more than a few close calls that I had when I nearly slipped and hit my head.” She ran her raised hoof along the length of her sword-horn. “And my horn.”
“Oh my…” Scootaloo said softly, putting a hoof to her mouth in genuine concern. “D-did you hit you hit your horn on your tub edges? O-or the shower walls?”
“Unfortunately, yes, I have. but thankfully not the point where it may have cracked or even broken.” Rarity replied, grimacing a bit afterward. “Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t feel that splitting pain that every unicorn wishes not to get when their horn gets hurt. It always feels like somepony is splitting our heads open or even trying to break. our bones from the inside. My parents experienced this same thing, I unfortunately have as well.” She shot a knowing glance in Sweetie’s direction. “And my darling little Sweetums has as well.”
The aforementioned filly cringed, resisting to urge to rub at her own horn. She had lost count of the mount of times she had tripped and fallen and landed on it. Be it in her room, her sister or her parent’s home, or anywhere else, there was at least one occasion she gave herself a good headache getting her horn hurt. None of them were ever too serious, but Sweetie was left with a terrible migraine that took at least an hour to go away. Not that she didn’t injure herself anywhere else, but her horn was the one thing she wish did not get any hits or blows. Especially since it was the most sensitive part of her body, like with all unicorns.
“Uh, yeah. None of those were fun.” Sweetie nodded timidly, sinking further into the bathwater as if she was a kelpie secluding herself. “Thanks for the reminder sis.”
“All horn aching aside, how are you all doing within the bath?” Rarity asked sweetly as she walked inside. “Are you all feeling cleaner than you were before?”
“Yes ma’am!” Sheton replied immediately, his formal politeness coming up before he could stop himself. At Rarity’s frown and quirked eyebrow, he shrunk back into the water and corrected himself. “Uh, I mean, y-yes Rarity. this water and soap is really helping us a lot. Especially after the little water competition we had with the other foals…and Queen Luna.”
“Well, it should be dear.” Rarity chuckled, resting her elbows on Sweetie’s tub. “After seeing the state that you three came back in, I just had to use this soap in particular to really help you get clean again. I don’t know what could’ve caused you to go so over the top in that water balloon war of yours to have looked like that, but it must have been quite… exhilarating .”
“You… could say that.” Scootaloo said shyly, stealing a glance at Sheton, who looked right back at her with equal timidity. Exhilarating might not have been the best word to use in the little contest the teens had with the other foals and Luna. Scootaloo had lost count of how many times she had pelted colts and fillies with balloons full of H20, with more than a few hitting her coltfriend in the process. She wasn’t going to tell Rarity that she ended up seeing Sheton’s little package in the midst of the game. Not that she had told him that, since she didn’t want to ruin the game for him or anypony else. Although she did remember the look that Luna had when she had seen it. Something she took great delight in embarrassing the colt with when everything had cooled down, both literally and figuratively. “We did have a lot of fun tonight. We got lots of candy and met so many wonderful ponies, including Queen Luna. I think we can all say this was some of the best Nightmare Nights we had in a while.”
“Yes, I can see. Your drooping eyes and slumping postures are indicating that much.” Rarity said coolly, watching as the foals’ eyelids and bodies began to close and relax. “Speaking of which, it looks like you’re all about to fall asleep. It would seem your night out made you more exhausted than you thought.”
As if on cue, Sweetie suddenly let out a yawn, almost as if Rarity’s words reminded her of how tired she felt. “Uh…yeah, we are. I guess we had a little too much fun tonight.”
“Ah’ll say... every part o’ mah body feels more sorer than a bull diggin’ in th’ ground fer water.” Apple Bloom added as she slumped against the tub. “At the same time… Ah feel so… full .”
“If that’s the case, then I know that you’ll all be getting a full sleep tonight.” Rarity said softly as she ignited her horn. “Come along now darlings. Let me get you all nice and dried up so you can be ready for bed. You all had a wild night tonight, and you simply must rest. If you want, you can sleep in during the morning. You poor things look like you really need it~.”
“Okay… thank you Rarity.” Sheton replied, his voice barely audible as he was lifted out of the tub along with his friends. As he was enveloped in the unicorn’s magic, he felt it send a tingle through his body. A tingle that, unbeknownst to him, would be needed for the incoming help that he’d giving one of his friends.
The sound of soft breathing could be heard inside the confinements of Sweetie Belle’s room as she and her three friends lay in it. Each one of them were dressed in a fine set of pajamas that looked to be extra snuggly for them. Apple Bloom was on the left, laying on her stomach, her forelegs underneath the pillow her head was laying in, which was to the right side. Sheton and Scootaloo were on the far-right side of the bed, cuddled with her underneath the blankets. Both of them were in the same set of pajamas they had on the night of their first time sleeping together. Sweetie Belle lay on her back, her face up towards the ceiling with her forelegs just over the covers that she pulled over her. The filly’s own pajamas consisted of deep purple and pink outfit with musical notes all over it, with no hood. All of them looked to be very peaceful in their sleep, swept into the land of blissful dreaming.
Well, almost all of them.
Sweetie Belle stared silently up at the ceiling of her bedroom, her green eyes glowing light fireflies in darkened woodlands. Her white muzzle was scrunched up into a frown as her brows formed into thin line atop her eyes. Large, but barely audible breaths exited out of her flared nostrils as she tried in vain to make herself comfortable under the sheets. Try as she might, Sweetie just couldn’t go off to sleep. It was as if somepony was calling her name somewhere deep into her mind, refusing to let her be swept away by oblivion. Except that wasn’t the reason at all. Nor was it because the bed was uncomfortable, let alone her pajamas. The real reason lay within her. In the most sacred area of her body that only she was allowed to touch and see.
“Dammit! Why did this have to happen now?!” Sweetie whispered to herself as she buried the back of her head into her pillow. Her midsection squirmed underneath her along with her hindlegs, like she needed to go to the bathroom. “Of all the times that I had to get this worked up, why did it have to be now? ”
Lifting up the covers, Sweetie glared at the lower region of her body. Right where her hindlegs were supposed to be. Thanks to the magic she currently had flowing through her eyes, she was able to see that a patch of her pajamas was a bit damp. Right in between her inner thighs, which were currently giving off a very uncomfortable sensation. Sweetie knew exactly what this meant, and it what it would eventually lead to. The same thing that it led to every single time that she felt like this.
If it was any other time, Sweetie probably wouldn’t have minded doing this. Taking a few minutes or more to get rid of the stress building up inside of her. But, since she had her friends her with her, she was more than a little hesitant.
“My crotch…it feels so itchy right now. I can feel it even through my pajamas.” Sweetie whined pitifully to herself, letting the covers fall. “I figured that I was going to be feeling this after I got back, but I didn’t think it’d be this bad! Oh, what the hell am I going to do?”
Glancing to her right, she stared at Apple Bloom, who was snoring softly as she hugged her pillow as if it was a stuffed toy. Her mouth was ever so slightly agape, and a tiny bit of drool was running out of her lips. The posture alone told Sweetie that she was heavily asleep, and probably wouldn’t wake up easily. Then again, all members of the Apple Family were heavy sleepers, so Sweetie wasn’t too surprised by this.
Breaking her gaze away from her farmer friend, Sweetie’s eyes rested squarely on Scootaloo and Sheton, still curled up in their cuddling position. Even with the raging fire boiling within her loins, she could stop the smile from swimming onto her lips. While she would never admit it out loud, Sweetie was rather envious of the two’s relationship. How they seemed to be so happy together and so content in one another’s presence. She had seen plenty of couples in her years in Ponyville, many of them wonderful in their own right. But there was just something about Scootaloo and Sheton being coltfriend and fillyfriend that made Sweetie wish she had a special somepony too. Somepony who was as sweet and kind as the both of them were.
‘Look at them. They just look so cute snuggled up together like that. ’ Sweetie thought in a mixture of fondness and jealousy. ‘Scratch that. They look cute together period! Always laughing and smiling and hugging and kissing…and having so much fun together. Scootaloo is a lucky filly she is! Sheton is such a sweet colt; not just to her but every single one of us, and he treats us nothing but kindness and respect...! I kind of wish that he was my coltfriend. ’
Her ears snapped back as she caught onto what she thought. ‘What?! What am I thinking?! Why would I even think of something like that?! Ugh, my mind is going all over the place right now! I really wish that I could just sleep already! ’ She bit her lip to keep the groan she let out from being fully vocalized. ‘Stupid first heat…! Why did you have to come now of all times?! ’
Sighing again, Sweetie lifted up the covers for a second time to stare at the wet patch within her pajamas. This time, it seemed a bit bigger before, as well as more noticeable to her. It had also spread, covering a good portion of her thighs, allowing more of her body to feel the wetness growing inside of her. Whimpering, she clenched her hindlegs together even tighter, her mind fighting on what to do to get passed this.
‘There’s no easy way I can find myself getting out of this. I need to take care of this or else I’m going to go insane! ’ Sweetie thought grimly, looking in between her sleeping friends. ‘I just hope that I don’t wake them up. Or if they do, they won’t be mad at me for doing this. ’
With this thought in mind, Sweetie encased the zipper of her pajamas and slowly zipped them down towards her lower region. She made extra sure to keep it as quiet as possible, for she knew that Sheton would be the most likely one to hear it. He was a heavy sleeper, proven the many times she and him had sleepovers with the other crusaders. But he still had very sensitive ears, and if Sweetie was just loud enough, he would snap awake as if he heard somepony clap their hooves together, loudly. Sweetie knew there was a likely chance he’d be woken up from it, even more since he was so close to her. But, if by some chance he didn’t say or do anything, and let her continue her business, Sweetie would be extremely grateful.
Gulping inaudibly, Sweetie managed to get the zipper all the way down to her hindlegs, and she worked to quietly get her pajamas off. It was much easier, since she didn’t have to worry about the fabric of her pajamas making noise. She was thankful her sister made her pajamas like this, otherwise she would have been making some unwanted noise.
Once she was fully stripped, Sweetie set her pajamas at the foot of the bed, letting the fall with a soft thump. Breathin deeply, she reached down under the covers with her hooves, not bothering to lift up the covers this time. Her cheeks blossomed into a deep pink when she felt her hooves touch her lower vaginal lips. A jot of pleasure flowed through her body as her hooves touch the sensitive skin, the flat edges of it running along the clit. Sweetie’s legs shook like they were knee deep in snow, only it was because of the carnal pleasure rather than the snow. Once she calmed down, she began to go into the motion of rubbing her hooves along her ever-growing wet pussy.
Sweetie shut her eyes as quiet breaths left her, the whiteness of her cheeks slowly growing darker with each spark of pleasure that went about her. Her heart, which was beating gently within her chest, slowly increase the more she continued to masturbate. The coolness that that wrapped itself around her body slowly dissolved like crumbled paper in a fire as her increasing blood pressure increased the heat in her body. Soon enough, sweat began to appear on her forehead, slowly dripping down as she went faster on herself.
‘Oh fuck! Oh Faust this feels so good! This is the best thing that I’ve ever felt in my life! ’ Sweetie thought to herself as her hooves rubbed and stuck into her vagina. ‘It feels like somepony is massaging my entire body from the inside! No wonder Rarity likes doing this so much whenever she does! Damn it! why did I have to keep watching her?! ’
Pushing thoughts of her sister out of her mind, she found herself looking at Sheton and Scootaloo, who were still sound asleep. Their position had been changed, with latter laying atop of the former, with her head laying in the colt’s chest. Both of their sleeping faces were turned towards Sweetie Belle, almost as it they were watching her play with herself right now. Glancing to her right, she looked at Apple Bloom, who was in the same position as she was before.
‘They’re all still asleep. Even with all of the noise I’m making right now, they’re still asleep. ’ The filly thought, a little surprised by what she was seeing. ‘I’m literally squeaking like a mouse and writhing under these covers, and they haven’t even made an ear twitch! ’
Sweetie’s legs suddenly jolted after her hooves hit particularly sensitive part of her lower lips, causing her eyes to shoot open. A gasp left her as a squeak built up in the back of her throat. Her teeth clenched in between her tongue just in the nigh of time as her eyes clamped closed, as if somepony had punched her in the gut. She felt her horn buzz and spark with magic as her hindlegs closed around her forehooves, which were still rubbing and hoofing at her vagina with increasing vigor.
In her ever-increasing horniness and lustful state, she failed to notice the shifting the rest of her friends gave off. If Sweetie noticed, she didn’t really show it or comment on it. She was too swept in in her desperate need for release to really be on alert at the moment. All she was thinking about was getting the release that she was sure would help her get a good night’s sleep. Sweetie wanted, needed to get it out here and now. Or else there was no chance of her getting a wink of sleep tonight, even though Rarity offered to let them sleep in.
‘Oh…! Here it comes! I can feel it coming! Oh Lauren Faust, it’s coming! ’ Sweetie thought wildly, feeling an all too familiar buildup swelling in her loins like fizz in a shaken soda. ‘Come on, a little more! Just a little more, just…a little…YES! ’
As if she was pulling the string on a party cannon, Sweetie yanked her forehooves away, her body doing the rest of the work as her orgasm hit. Her hooves came to clamp onto her mouth as a muffled cry left out of it. Her body convulsed underneath her bed sheets; the covers keeping her somewhat subdued as she fought desperately not to scream out. Tears leaked out of the corner of Sweetie’s eyes, biting her lip so hard that blood was nearly drawn as her juices burst out of her snatch.
Sweetie’s muffled cries turned into drawn out moans as she let the pleasure take her into an overwhelming state of bliss. It went on for what seemed like minutes, but only lasted a good thirty seconds; the best thirty seconds of Sweetie’s life. Finally, her body calmed down, and with one last burst of wetness, she let her body fall back onto the giant bed. Taking her forehooves away from her muzzle, she allowed her pants to be let out as she let herself recover from her orgasm. The same orgasm that left her in this state countless nights before since her first heat and relieved of stress. Sweat dripped from her body and face, matting her mane in a way that would’ve made Rarity go into a shrieking frenzy if she saw it. Alas, Sweetie was feeling too good to really care, as evidenced by her blissful smile.
“Oh… wow… now that was incredible.” Sweetie whispered to herself, her eyes closed limbs sprawled out in all directions. “That was probably the best one tonight. Even better since my first heat…” She sighed heavily as the beating in her heart went back to its normal rate, decreasing the beating within her ears. The filly lifted her forehoof to brush away her sweaty mane that was clung to her face. “I just wish I didn’t have to do it with my friends here. No doubt they would’ve been grossed out by what I just did.”
“Who said that we’d be grossed out?”
A cold chill washed over Sweetie’s body as her eyes shot open so wide they looked wider than grand school bells. Her whole body stiffened in its position, fear and shock filling her senses as she stared right up ahead of her at the ceiling. Except, she was not looking at the ceiling, but the three sets of eyes looking back at her. Said eyes belonging to the three foals that were currently hovering over her, all of them sporting sly grins on their faces. Sweetie did not say a word, too overcome by her terror and disbelief to say anything. Not that she really needed to, for one of them spoke up for her.
“You having a little trouble sleeping there, Sweetie~?” Scootaloo cooed, her voice dripping with a mixture of tenderness and slyness. “Or should I say, my darling little Sweetums? ”
Author's Note
Hey everyone, sorry about suddenly deleting this chapter...I had went back over it and felt like I needed to do something different with it. Don't really know why I did that anymore, but I guess a part of me didn't really like how this chapter had turned out. After thinking it over however, I decided to put it back in, mainly because I was able to come up with some other ideas on how to have Sweetie Belle's first time play out. I decided that I was not going to have it play out in her bedroom, like I did with Scootaloo and Sheton on their first time and their threesome with Apple Bloom. The first couple of times I did it, it went really good, but I know everyone is not going to want to see the same thing happen in this little foalcon series, Sheton claiming every filly he meets in their beds or someone else's bed. That stuff will get old after a while, I know...so I'm gonna change things up in the next few chapters before we reach the epilogue
Well, that's all for now! Tune in next time for when Sweetie Belle experiences her first sexual and very, very , wet, experience
