Sweet Innocence

Sweetie Belle had a hard time sleeping that night.

Well, that wasn't exactly right. It was more like, she had not enough trouble sleeping? But she certainly had trouble...

Maybe it was better just to describe what her dream had been like.

For one thing, it had come after a while. It wasn't every day, or, well, any day, really, that you got kissed by a strange slender transfer-pony who smelled like a spring boquet mixed with a candy shop. It was also not every day, or any day before now, that was to say, that Sweetie had explored her... area. Her special place. Her...

She wasn't even sure about the new words. It all felt so fast. Like she had woken up one day and found herself with a pair of wings as well as a horn, and suddenly she needed to learn to use both at once.

As she'd tried to get to sleep (which mostly consisted just of lying in bed under the covers surrounded by her stuffies and fancy pillows), Sweetie had thought back to every or any time somepony had talked about her 'special place'. She'd learned about it a few times in school, that you were not supposed to show anypony there except a doctor or a family member you trust when it is important or you are worried about being sick. You were especially not supposed to show colts your age, because of something to do their special place, and how it all had to do with making foals. And that was about as far as she'd gotten.

What else... well, she knew now, for some reason, that it felt really good to touch there. But only if you were in a certain mood... Sweetie tried to recall another pony who had looked as flushed in the face and awkward about between their legs as she had. Hmm.

She'd walked in on her sister with a hoof between her legs, reading a magazine in bed, once. And Rarity had yelled loudly, mostly surprised, rather than angry, but had also shut the door very quickly and asked Sweetie to go away for a bit please and also to remember to knock before she came in thank you. Sweetie hadn't really thought that much more about it afterwards.

Was everypony keeping this a secret from her somehow?

Sweetie couldn't help but examine herself under the pale moonlight. To her eyes, everything was the same as yesterday—pink here, white here, little folds and a nub in their usual place. But, things were much wetter, since then, and when she touched there—ahh!

Just from the light tracing of her hoof, Sweetie's little pussy trembled, tightening against her touch.

"What the hay is going on..." Sweetie fell into her bed face-first, smooshing her snout into her small tower of pillows. With some difficulty, and significant willpower, she kept both hooves out from between her legs.

After longer than she could count, musings of hidden secrets and special places and their magical uses drifted away into an all-encompassing cloud of sleep.

At first, Sweetie thought she was back in the bathroom. It had the same sense of closure, the same feeling of isolation, of praying that nopony else showed up... but as the feeling of the dream separated from the picture of it, Sweetie found herself standing in the center of a large, wooded grove, a fluffy carpet of lush green grass stretching out under her hooves. It looks like a thick rug, Sweetie Belle thought to herself.

The grove had only just taken form when the pony across from Sweetie did too—suddenly the air, condensing and thickening, the sweet trickle of unidentifiable aroma—and it was Junebug, standing less than a foot from her, smiling.

Junebug with... dragonfly wings?

"Hello Sweetie," Junebug said. The words came out that way anyway, but her mouth didn't seem to move.

"Can you tell me what's been going on since today?" Sweetie asked. Tried to ask, but found the words swallowed in her throat before they could reach her mouth. She found herself staring instead, at the new painting of an unfamiliar pony.

Junebug was lithe—even more slender now. And her wings, in addition to their insectoid latticework pattern, were thin now, and shimmered ethereally. And her eyes were...

"Dark," Sweetie said out loud, mumbling it to herself. "And green."

Junebug nodded at her, smiling. When she grinned, her tongue protruded ever-so-slightly from between her teeth. It flicked at Sweetie, sending a tiny spatter of an orange-looking liquid her way. The same type of liquid seemed to be dribbling from the tongue, endlessly, all the way to the grass, where it burbled and dripped over the tall green blades.

Sweetie touched at the tiny bit of moisture on her cheek. She rubbed it with her hoof, and examined her hoof as she pulled it away. A steady, incandescent glow emanated from the place where she had touched the strange substance.

Wordlessly, Junebug had appeared behind her, and wrapped her forelegs around Sweetie's waist. She was pulling her up with her wings, carrying her somewhere far above the grove. Sweetie couldn't feel any fear of the treetops, of the sure distance between her and a certainly painful landing. Everything was fine. It smelled like fireweed.

As silently as she had picked up her patron, Junebug landed with a calm settling of her wings. The mouth of a cave, surrounded by brush. Junebug gestured inside with a hoof.

Sweetie felt her legs move on autopilot, propelling her forward on the invisible track her dream had already laid out.

Inside the cave was dark. Sweetie had to feel around to get a sense of where to go. She felt like she wandered inside the dark for a long time.

When she got to the light, Junebug was waiting for her.

With a kiss.

Even in a dream, Sweetie could feel the heat rise between her legs. She could feel herself clenching those legs together, rubbing them furiously in an attempt to send even the slightest bit of friction in the direction of her newfound sensitive spots. Before she could busy her hoof there, somepony else had begun tracing theirs along her stomach, doing circles around her belly button before sliding down below her waist...

"Junebug!" Sweetie said the name loudly, to her pillows, to the figure in the dream, muffled into her illusory mouth, to the sensation that she was waking up soon in a very different way than usual.

As she came to consciousness, Sweetie thrashed in her covers, drenched in sweat. Her blankets had managed to wrap around her entire body like a confusing series of woven pretzels. And her bedsheets were... drenched. From her... filly-juices.

But she had gotten that feeling again. And her heart wanted to explode. To jump out of her chest and do a thousand laps around the moon and stars and back again.

The morning couldn't come fast enough.

***

Sweetie Belle woke up early and finished her breakfast before Rarity was done putting on her morning make-up. Sweetie had considered staying a little before school, because all sorts of new funny questions were bubbling in her head. But in the end, she decided it was better to keep them to herself, on account of she remembered what had happened the one time she had seen Big Mac's thingy dangling and asked a question about it. Rarity had just gotten very quiet and very blushy and said she would tell Sweetie about it some other time. And that was a while ago.

"Bye Rarity!" Sweetie yelled on her way out the door, grabbing her lunch-bag in-between her teeth. She'd gotten her pink-and-purple schoolbag ready too, hauling it over her back—but school didn't start for another hour. Why was she going there so early?

It felt like waking up early to be the first pony to the bakery. Standing outside the fogged glass and smelling the hot muffins and donuts and your lips started watering and you could almost taste them just from the smell in the air. And somehow it was all a secret so far. Sweetie couldn't believe her luck.

When she got to Ponyville Elementary, Sweetie Belle got her first chance to really ask herself how she was feeling. Shaken up, a bit. Sort of like she'd found a lot of money somewhere in her dreams and was just now following the map to find it. She also felt a bit scared... for some reason, all of this was something nopony had ever shown her or talked about before, and even though she remembered a few things about taking care of herself and what different bits were for, she didn't remember anything about one little touch sending you to heaven for as long as you could close your eyes for. Sweetie Belle sighed as she remembered her dream... and before that, the real kiss, the real thing, the real taste of another pony's lips on hers, pressing into her, making her blush and pant and all sorts of other things.

Oh dear. Sweetie had been happy to keep her hooves out from between her legs all the way to school. And when she'd gotten there. But now she was feeling the 'itch' again, and it was bad. It said 'run to the bathroom, quick'.

Sweetie had only taken a step in that direction when she felt a soft hoof tap gently on her back. She turned around quickly to find Junebug smiling back at her warmly.

"Good morning, Sweetie Belle." Junebug put a hoof to her mouth and giggled softly. "I was hoping we might meet you here before school."

"How did you—" Sweetie's mouth hung open as Junebug's hoof moved over it, shushing wordlessly.

"Hush. Everything will be answered. You must simply follow me." Junebug gestured with a tilt of her head over her shoulder, away from the school grounds, past the edge of Ponyville, towards the Everfree Forest...

But won't that be dangerous? Sweetie found herself thinking, instead of asking. Her hooves were following Junebug. She was following Junebug. What was there to worry about anyway?

All Sweetie could think of as she followed was the faint aroma of melting sugar.

***

Before too long (or, after about thirteen minutes of walking, give-or-take), Junebug had led Sweetie to what appeared to be the mouth of a large cave—taken directly from the dream-screen of Sweetie's previous night's vacation. The brush surrounded in just such a way, the darkness underneath the jagged stone...

"Don't worry," Junebug whispered into Sweetie's ear, her lips coming within millimeters of touching. "Just hold my hoof and everything will be fine. Okay?"

"Okay," Sweetie said, swallowing a small lump in her chest. She was still nervous, couldn't help the shaking of her hooves as she took Junebug's grip and followed forward on unsteady steps. But it was so much less than usual, so much less to worry about. It was easy just to smile, and smell the sweet smell, and let Junebug guide you forward through the darkness and over the little bumpy rocks, until there was light again, a lot of light, a lot of torches all in a circle in a bright room, and Junebug was in the center now, letting go of your hoof...

Sweetie stared at her hoof as though it belonged to somepony else. She raised it to her nose and sniffed. Her eyes closed and her mouth stretched into a smile as the special 'Junebug-scent' overwhelmed her senses.

"You made it," Junebug said sweetly. She gestured with a hoof to the torches on the surrounding walls. "This is a special place that is only for us. Do you know why I've brought you here?"

Sweetie shook her head, but she was just a little too nervous to admit what she had suspected since last night. Junebug was going to teach her about...

Sex?

Sweetie squeezed her hind-legs together gently, hoping Junebug would be too distracted to notice—but the slender, slightly-foreign-sounding pony had watched with her crystal eyes and an even greater smirk as she spotted the beginning's of Sweetie's new day of special awakening.

"Can you—mmph!~"

Sweetie's sentence devolved into incoherent murmuring as Junebug kissed her. Junebug's hooves were soft but insistent behind Sweetie's head, pulling her closer for the kiss, letting her drown in the sweet toxic aroma that began pooling around her. Sweetie moaned and kicked one of her hind-legs out into the air, and scrabbled desperately at Junebug with a hoof, trying to grab hold of something, to find something to cling to, but in the end, just rubbing up and down slowly, shaking, struggling to maintain even the slightest bit of composure.

Junebug pulled away grinning. The kiss ended as suddenly as it had started. A thin line of saliva lingered between Sweetie and Junebug's lower lip. Junebug licked hers with her long, slithery tongue, and winked.

Before Sweetie's eyes, Junebug began to change.

It was subtle at first, like the shedding of a very fine layer of silk from a coccoon—and gradually, as Sweetie stared, Junebug's features began to grow clearer. Her form thinned even further, her wings, insectoid, fluttering quickly and quietly on her back. White, pink and green, fading to dark black. Her eyes, like deep pools of emerald, suddenly a flat sheen, an empty crystal staring back at her. The lone horn, about her head, and the fraying of everything from tail to hooves.

But the smell remained—the pastiche of every perfume Sweetie had sampled in her lifetime, along with the cold sweat from her pillow, drenched the night before in the frenzy of her dream. Her vision.

"We wanted to show ourselves to you because we knew you would understand," Junebug said. She turned about slowly in place, examining her body after its shedding of illusion. "We believed you were the right pony to trust."

Sweetie nodded, found herself nodding, her head moved up and down, definitely. Uh-huh, she thought. "Uh-huh," she said, a few seconds later. Staring. Head full of sugar.

Junebug winced slightly, casting an uneasy glance over her new—or true—form.

"You do not... mind us, like this?"

Unh-uh, Sweetie Belle thought. Uh. She shook her head back and forth. "Nuh-uh," she said. "I mean... no. You're... you're wonderful."

Junebug seemed to look briefly over her shoulder, as though to confirm nopony was there, before breaking into a heavy, relieved-sounding sigh.

"We are so glad. Then we have more to tell you, Sweetie Belle. Because we could sense you were so special..." Junebug walked closer as she spoke, until she was standing right next to Sweetie Belle, so close that Sweetie could feel the soft heat of breath as Junebug hovered close, then started planting miniature kisses along Sweetie's neck.

Sweetie squealed and clenched her hind-legs together tighter than ever.

"Ohhh... that feels so good," she squeaked, closing her eyes and relaxing into the gentle, intermittent lightning of Junebug's kisses.

"We want to make you feel good, Sweetie Belle," Junebug whispered, almost hissing it into Sweetie's ear as she guided her gently downward, pulling her safely to the ground and laying her on her back.

Sweetie felt herself blushing, and instinctively closed her hind-legs... but then found herself opening them, the same way she'd done the day before, in an almost accustomed, comfortable way. Junebug was her friend. Everything was okay. There was nothing to be worried about. Except...

"Eep!" Sweetie Belle struggled to keep her voice from cracking as she felt the first touch of Junebug's newly transformed changeling-hoof on her dripping filly-slit. Sweetie was starting to roll the new words around in her head each time she felt a jolt of pleasure start between her legs. Every time she felt Junebug touch her pussy, Sweetie called it that in her head. It feels good, she said in her head. My pussy feels good. It feels good when Junebug touches my pussy. Ohhh, it feels really, really, really good when she does it like that...

Junebug had started rubbing her hoof in circles around the top of Sweetie's slit, putting gentle pressure on the tiny, sensitive clit hidden beneath Sweetie's underage folds. The feeling was almost too much for the tiny filly to take, or at least as evidenced by the way she bucked her head back and screamed soundlessly, eyes wide-open like she'd seen the ghost of Queen Chrysalis.

There was no time to find the words. Her mouth was busy now too, Junebug had taken that also, was kissing her with hot, passionate embraces. Was still finding a way to play with her dripping pussy, meeting her hips each time they bucked upwards at a new touch.

Sweetie's head was spinning. Was this the dream, and last night had been the real part? Why was Junebug so beautiful, nothing like a changeling, she was a beautiful butterfly, fluttering between Sweetie's legs and kissing her special place oh buck that feeling was coming again, it made her want to scream and yell words she didn't know and move very fast back and forth against Junebug's hoof and tongue and whole body...

She never would have ended the kiss. But Junebug was suddenly letting her breathe, still the air filled with sickly-sweet scent, and Sweetie's head swimming with it as thick as morning fog. She blinked, found herself staring in either direction, suddenly forgetting every word in the Equestrian language.

"Sweetie... we would like you to be our special pony."

Special... pony?

Sweetie's attention fell naturaly on Junebug's lower-half as the changeling gestured with both hooves to her previously unseen appendage. Sweetie's mouth fell open as she took in the compliment of two halves, the svelte and slender feminine that had guided her to the cave and filled her senses with sugar-smog, and now the forbidden treasure trove of a missing anatomy book—what looked just like a colt's, hanging limply between Junebug's legs. Black, the same color as her coat.

Big. Not like her. Who was small.

"Your special pony?" Sweetie found herself asking. She didn't feel like she was deciding so much what to do as watching her body do it, unscrewed her head and put it on a shelf and just wanted to enjoy the show of this cute new pony and what was going to happen next, and more touching, there, please, always... "Like dating, you mean?"

Junebug nodded. Her ovipositor, the size of Big Mac's thingy and then some, dangled and twitched involuntarily. Sweetie Belle eyed it and felt a lump form in her throat, which she quickly swallowed.

"I think... okay," Sweetie said simply. Whatever would move her forward. Whatever would let her go back to kissing, and touching, now, please...

Junebug smiled brilliantly at her.

"We are so glad. We would like to show you our special love for you now..."

"What do you—"

Sweetie felt it was easier to fall limp in Junebug's grasp as the kiss came in. She was already lying on her back, against some sort of soft carpeting over the natural stone floor, but the second Junebug's lips touched hers, every bit of physical space floated away. She couldn't tell if she was in a cave or her bedroom or the school bathroom or a cloud a thousand miles above the surface of the planet. She felt another body, warm, despite its exoskeleton, against hers, closer than anypony had ever been before. She felt this new thing all through her body, a magic that was stronger than anything that had come out of her horn before. Sweetie felt her whole body go soft and limp as Junebug straightened her, spreading her hind legs and taking position between them.

A jolt ran along Sweetie's back as she stared at the huge thing ostensibly to go inside her. She could tell that's what it was for, it looked just like... well. It looked like she imagined most of them looked like. And for some reason she knew where it was supposed to go. She could tell exactly where she wanted it to go.

"My... my pussy is all wet," Sweetie said simply, spreading her legs even wider, putting a hoof on either side of her little slit to open it wide, give as much room as she could to Junebug, her new best friend, her new sweet-smelling special pony pleeeeaaase put it in her...

Junebug smiled and licked her lips. She traced the head of her makeshift-cock along the entire length of Sweetie's cunt, gathering moisture along the tip and spreading Sweetie's lips ever so slightly to peek at the warm, pink, inviting inside.

"Please!" Sweetie squealed, bucking her hips forward in vain. "Don't tease me."

Junebug's smile grew wider. "Of course, of course. How rude of me. Here you are, my special pony."

Sweetie's eyes went so wide she felt they might burst out of her head. Her whole body seized. Every inch of Junebug's ovipositor had found its place in her pussy.

"Oh. Ohhh..." Sweetie seemed out of it at first, just for a second. Then the shocks started to hit her, her whole body going numb, then on-fire with tension, and the shaking, and her pussy was seizing, and going so tight and squeezing... "What's going—"

"You are cumming already, my special pony?"

"Ohh, yes, I don't know, it feels so good!" Sweetie wrapped her forelegs around Junebug's body as the throes of her orgasm continued, shaking out after a few more seconds and leaving her panting desperately, one eye half-open. Her pussy was gushing around Junebug's member, still twitching meekly from the aftermath.

"You are very sensitive. When you feel your whole body taken over by pleasure, this is called an 'orgasm'. But you may say you are 'cumming' for us, alright, Sweetie Belle?"

"Alright!" Sweetie yelled the word back. As Junebug had been questioning her, the changeling had started to pull back, and before Sweetie could notice or keep track of what was going on, she'd gotten her second shove-ful of hard dick substitute.

She felt full.

She wanted more.

"I like... I love the way your... that you... you make me feel so good!" Sweetie finally gasped. Junebug had begun to thrust in a gentle rhythm, kissing at Sweetie's neck and chest as she fucked her. Sweetie tossed and turned her head frantically, unable to keep herself from moving, or to coach herself to move in a coherent way beyond the constant bucking of her hips back up into the hard object filling up her cunt over and over again. Pounding into her tight little filly pussy, making her warm inside, all over, filling up, that same feeling again, like a tornado that was starting inside her stomach and exploding outwards.

"—ing!" Sweetie had started to say 'cumming' but choked on the words as her orgasm overtook her. Junebug had one hoof on either side of Sweetie's waist as she fucked her, and Sweetie was struggling to maintain coherence. It felt like she was falling away back into a dream, where everything would be flowers and fucking and the beautiful new changeling she had met just the day before...

"Would you like us to cum as well?" Junebug asked. The question was matter-of-fact, but Junebug was still sweating as she asked it, not bothering to wipe away the few beads of sweat that had begun to gather over her darkened brow.

"Huh?" Sweetie Belle returned suddenly to reality, just long enough to realize she wanted nothing to do with the place. Just because one part was different, didn't mean things were all that different at the end. Sweetie made enough sense of things to go back to just focusing on the sensation of Junebug's penis proxy pounding into her pussy. "Oh... yes! Yes, please, I want you to—unh!" a particularly deep thrust made Sweetie clench tight and lose her words momentarily. "To... to feel good, please, pretty please..."

"You do not need to ask us twice." Junebug smirked and extended her ultra-long tongue just enough to lick lightly at Sweetie's lower lip.

As the long, dark thing pulled out of Sweetie's pussy, Sweetie felt herself cumming again. She squealed and clenched her legs, almost trapping Junebug's ovipositor before it finally popped free. Before it throbbed, swelling thick, and releasing a thick burst of orange, honey-smelling jelly onto Sweetie's fur, her stomach and the area just above her pussy. Then another, right onto her pussy lips. Sticky. Hot. Dripping between her wet little folds.

Sweetie groaned quietly as she felt the thick, trickling gel make contact with her sensitive slit. Ohh, even the afterwards felt good, this was the new best thing in the entire world...

Kiss. Kissing again too. There was no way to make it better than this.

Sweetie felt she more came to than finished the kiss—one moment she was hot, sweaty, wet, in the middle of being fucked on the floor of a cave in the Everfree forest—and then she was almost back at school, a few hills away, sitting in the grass with Junebug, who looked exactly like a white and green and pink pony and not a changeling and was not or maybe not or probably not or didn't seem to be kissing her...

But Sweetie's mouth was wet. And between her legs was still—sticky?

No, just wet. Wet and hot.

Sweetie sighed and pulled her hoof away.

"Come on," Junebug said, taking Sweetie's hoof and guiding her towards the school. "We have to get there before class starts."

"Can we leave at lunch to do more special pony stuff?"

Junebug grinned.

"I think that can be arranged."