Sweet Innocence

Sweetie Belle's dream took her back to the cave. But the cave was different.

Still furnished on the ground with some invisible cushion, still circled by the staring of lit torches. But now there were eyes among the bright lights, and cells behind the eyes, and an infrastructure just peeking beyond the flicker of the dim interior that hinted at a much larger interwoven nest of connected areas. A nest, Sweetie thought to herself. The word seemed non-threatening, and in fact, almost vaguely comforting. What could be better than being surrounded by hundreds of other ponies exactly like you?

Junebug was there again too, she was everywhere now, when Sweetie closed her eyes or let her head drift off, she was back with Junebug, no matter what, and the smell was the sweetest it could be, and kisses were happening again...

Sweetie squirmed in her sleep as she traded passionate embraces with the changeling foal in her dreams. When she looked down at her dream-hooves, she saw that they matched her partner's perfectly, shimmering a glossy black and almost crystalline at the edges.

And Junebug was speaking to her, murmuring in a low breath into Sweetie Belle's ear. Sweetie couldn't hear it. But she could feel, in her dream, the same heat that had tickled her before, the same lips hovering nearby that had planted dozens of kisses over her shivering body. Sweetie felt herself falling into the dream's embrace, giving up her body to the sensations that had overtaken her in such an overwhelming fashion. She didn't see how she could help herself—anypony would surely do the same thing if they knew how good it felt.

The eyes and cells and torches on the wall were growing... bigger and bigger they seemed to get, until a face revealed itself in the wall, and then another, and all of a sudden every inch of the background was crawling and coming to a separate form, and changelings bigger and more insect-like than anything Sweetie had seen were standing there, thick with each other, smiling at her with uniform grins.

Sweetie felt safe. Watched over. Looked after. She knew there was no reason for the changelings to hurt her. She was... she was going to be... or she was, already, she didn't know...

The changelings around the room were walking slowly, pacing through each other, stopping occasionally to meet and exchange sticky fluid between their mouths. Some others looked to unleash their ovipositors, and after finding a suitable target, shoved themselves inside another changeling—then filled them with sticky goo a few seconds later.

Sweetie felt herself in bed, in the dream, sweating in both places. Warm. Hot. Her skin felt so warm, she needed to cool off, where was some water...

No. Better than water.

In the dream, Sweetie's mouth was still latched to Junebug's, and a liquid was passing between them—their spit, too, but the same orange, honey-texture goo that Sweetie had dreamed of before. Like the way Junebug had spattered her with sticky stuff in the cave. Sweetie reached up her to her mouth in the dream and tried to press some of the sticky stuff to her tongue.

She woke with a start, legs clenched around one of her pillows that had migrated south.

Sweetie sighed, and pulled the pillow out. She'd have to try to wash it before Rarity did laundry tomorrow. Or she could just hide it under her bed. Or she could put it back between her legs and... oh, Junebug, where are you, I want to see you again so bad...

After a few shakes and clenches, Sweetie felt the overwhelming flood take her body again. She squealed into the pillow and clenched her eyes shut hard as she came, rocking back and forth in her bed, making the mattress squeak ever-so-slightly. When the feeling finally relented, Sweetie Belle pulled her head up from the pillow, gasping for air, her body still shuddering slightly from the aftermath of the pleasure avalanche. Sweetie took in a huge breath and let it out slowly, shaking her head slightly side to side. She stared out her window, at the few homes next-door she could see, and the stores of Ponyville, and all the ponies in their houses asleep. Maybe they were staring back at her. Maybe she was the only pony awake in the whole world right now.

Junebug...

Sweetie Belle fell back asleep, twitching periodically as the scents of her memory danced around her dream-scape.

***

The morning was a mess of tangled bedsheets and combined fluids. Sweetie couldn't tell the stains of her sweat versus the filly-cum she'd no doubt squirted last night, and who was to say some of the dream-fluids hadn't crept through too? Sweetie woke up early again and shoved her bed-sheets and blankets in the wash. Ate breakfast before Rarity was awake, and headed off to school—or in the direction of school, anyway.

Somehow, Junebug found her before she'd even reach the playground.

Junebug hugged her from behind, pressing her body up close to Sweetie Belle's and giving her a noseful of the precious scent. Sweetie felt like her hooves were floating off the ground. She closed her eyes and let her head drift upward, into the candy-coated clouds far away, just hovering over the mouth of their special cave, where they had made special ponies and done special pony things with each other...

"How are you today, Sweetie?" Junebug asked the question innoccently, but seemed to coil around Sweetie as she spoke, interweaving her at-moment white/pink/green self with Sweetie's soft, marshmallow body. Licking along the tips of her ears. Kissing the back of her neck. Tracing a hoof down and in circles along her chest.

Sweetie found it hard to speak. It was much easier to think of what she wanted to do than how she wanted to say it. It was much easier just to do it, in fact, than to think about it. Sweetie closed her eyes and moved her head forward as though caught in a trance, her mouth hanging open, waiting for Junebug to catch her.

Junebug smiled and giggled to herself as Sweetie's helpless mouth searched for a kiss. After a few seconds of the tiny pony drifting back and forth, Junebug found mercy, and finally planted her lips on Sweetie Belle's, yanking her forward hard into the kiss. Sweetie Belle kicked up one of her hind-legs and moaned quietly into Junebug's mouth. The kiss took away everything: the day, the school, the night before. Junebug's kiss was the first breath of air Sweetie had ever taken.

She felt her cunny getting wet again.

And she noticed her legs... her own legs. They were different now. More... changeling. Black spots drifted across Sweetie's vanilla-white coat, like ripples in a small pond. When Sweetie stared at the spots, she found after a few seconds of concentrating, she could make them vanish. After a little effort, only one was left. She stared at it, and it vanished, but another, smaller one popped up. Sweetie stared at it too. Pop. And then she was back to the way she looked before. Only...

"It doesn't feel quite right yet, does it?" Junebug asked, her tongue lisping softly against her lips. She ran a hoof along Sweetie Belle's back, rubbing her gently.

"No," Sweetie said, her voice vaguely dream-like, drifting out from her chest as though it was set to the tune of a melody Sweetie wasn't sure was her own. "It doesn't."

"Never you worry. Today we can help you feel much better... much more... 'complete', as we might say." Junebug smirked. "Will you come to the cave with us?"

Sweetie nodded fervently. "Yes," she said, and licked her lips. "I mean... yes... please."

Junebug nodded, and reached out a hoof. Before school had even started, the two of them were off, away to study something far more interesting than what was on display in the classroom.

***

The cave felt even more welcoming than it had the day before, in her dreams or out. Sweetie felt like she could see in the dark better, whether she was more used to the layout of the cave, or she had started adjusting to the darkness some other way, she wasn't sure. When she blinked, more of the stone facets seem to reveal themselves, hidden crevaces that might be peeking with more light. Or more eyes. Something to see later.

Sweetie stepped quickly with her hoof in Junebug's as they plodded through to their destination, reaching it in record time. Sweetie Belle was panting, one hoof to her chest, but not sure how much of it was from the half-jog pace, or just from being next to the new filly that had been sauntering through her half-thoughts and dreams since the second she'd sat down in class.

"Do you like us, Sweetie Belle?" Junebug asked as she began to shed her coat of illusion. Pastels gave way to dark, earthen black. The eyes that blinked with sympathy and dulcet seduction became crystal reflections, multi-faceted gems that reflected Sweetie's face back to herself a hundred times. Still, the sweet scent remained. Still, Sweetie felt that nothing was amiss.

"Uh-huh." Sweetie nodded, and reached out to touch Junebug in her revealed form. The chitinous feeling of her body was somehow comforting. Her wings flickered in the torchlight, reminding her still of dragonflies. Sweetie smiled obliviously. "Of course I like you."

"Do you... love us?" Junebug had wrapped herself around Sweetie again somehow, inexplicably between the tiny sentence the two were exchanging, and was licking at Sweetie's neck, lapping at it like an ice lolly.

Sweetie shivered. Her mind was filling up with fuzz again, and the little spots were starting to show up, here, on her legs, one on her chest, or, that was Junebug's hoof, tracing down to between her legs, she wasn't sure, everything felt like lightning and tickles and hot happy panting...

"Yes," she said, finding the word fit comfortably in her mouth. "Yes," she said again. Of course she did. "Of course I do. I love you, Junebug." It made sense. So much sense.

Junebug's smile was ear-to-ear. Tiny fangs glistened at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm so glad. We love you too, Sweetie Belle," Junebug murmured, tracing her tongue along the full shape of Sweetie's ear, lapping at her earlobes and making the tiny white pony twitch and jerk like she was being shocked by static. "We want to become one with you again... to help you become more like us."

"More like... you?" Sweetie was getting too confused for the words to come out. Everything felt like 'more' in her head, and it came out so hot and fuzzy, she just wanted to pull Junebug into her, Junebug into herself, herself into Junebug, she wanted the two of them to be together forever, in this cave, anywhere, never separated, touching and kissing and playing and filling each other up with sticky stuff and waiting for the big pairs of eyes on the wall to awaken and fill them even more, and more again after that, until they got big and sticky and swelled and made more and more and more little ponies just like them, sticky black sweet-smelling changelings that could go out and get even more ponies, and those could get even more, and Sweetie could feel her head filling with sugary vapour, she was barely able to stand up, her whole body was going limp and onto the ground.

Junebug caught her, gently, before she hit the cushioned ground, and lowered her to it like a mother setting down her foal.

"Yes. We know it will make you happy," Junebug said.

Sweetie found herself nodding without remembering exactly how to do so. Head went up and down. Her body was in charge of that now, some other place was. Her spots were shimmering as they danced on her coat.

"Happy," she said, voice floating lazily in the cave air. "Yes please," she said.

Junebug smiled devilishly as she lined up her ovipositor again. Sweetie's cunt clutched at her before she had even begun to thrust, aching for her, not even an inch, just the tip, any bit that would go inside, Sweetie's head was screaming for it...

"Oh!" The first thrust made Sweetie shake. Her body was falling apart. Or it was coming together. Something was happening again like last night.

She was cumming.

"We have only begun to touch you, Sweetie. Does it really feel that good?"

"Yes!" Sweetie gasped. She pawed at Junebug's chest with one hoof wildly, scrabbling as her hips bucked upwards and her pussy clenched around the dark, black inches buried inside. Sweetie felt herself gush around the length of Junebug's member, her hooves shaking, her hind-legs twitching as she struggled to keep them up, to keep her posture and legs spread...

"Like this," Junebug said, picking Sweetie up suddenly.

Sweetie's head spun as her body did the same, turning her around and up onto all fours. But she was too weak, her head was spinning, she couldn't...

"We will hold you up. You must be patient while we administer your new dose."

Sweetie didn't understand what Junebug meant by 'patient'. Did it have something to do with waiting, not wanting to push her hips back into Junebug's lengthy changeling-cock?

No good. Sweetie's body moved on instinct it didn't know it had. She pressed her head down to the floor of the cave as she lifted her squishy marshmallow but and shook it around in Junebug's direction, grinding on the changeling's psuedo-dick as it thrust in and out rapidly.

It wasn't like this last time. Every second, Sweetie's head spun more. She felt her body shaking like this too, each time Junebug would pound into her, she felt her whole self shudder, she felt like she was being taken, used, slammed, like she was going to be filled up again and get so sticky and thick and wake up the next morning after even more dreams and when could it stop. She didn't want to find out.

"Fuck me!" Sweetie yelled, suddenly, her cry rebounding off the cave walls. The words were pooling in her head, everything she'd learned and ones she hadn't blurring together. Why did it feel right to talk, only to say stuff like that? Why did she want to tell Junebug to do more of what she was already doing?

Nothing needed to make sense. When she'd cried out, Junebug had done exactly that, and fucked her harder. Fucked her. Sweetie found the word making her pussy clench, each time she thought it, each time Junebug slammed into her and pressed her hips into Sweetie's smooshy butt, and grabbed her hips with her hooves and pulled her, like she was using her, jerking her around the length of her love-tube, just to get another shot of that gooey, sticky stuff that made her sparkle like the sunshine...

Sweetie came again unexpectly. She couldn't keep track of how good she was feeling until it hit her all at once. She couldn't keep up anymore either, but Junebug, to her promise, held her, flapping her wings softly to keep the two of them upright. A thin, steady trickle of filly-juice leaked down Sweetie's leg and pooled on the floor. Her tail waved frantically with each thrust into her pussy.

"Junebug!" Sweetie cried. She couldn't last any more like this, or she could last forever. This was the moment she didn't want to stop, when the two of them were together like this, just together, when she couldn't think and couldn't remember and could barely speak, just to say the words that exploded out of her, the new feelings that were in every inch of her body, the new things she found in her dreams and wanted now, her aching pussy, the smell wrapping around her head like perfumed bandages, her whole head was spinning, she was already dreaming, or passing out, Junebug was panting and grunting and gripping her tighter.

"I'm gonna cum!" Sweetie yelled, her hoof suddenly finding the strength to reach between her legs and rub at her clit.

"You are about to receive your reward," Junebug grunted. She slammed ferociously into Sweetie's pussy, and pushed the young filly's hoof away to take its place with her own. Her black, glimmering hoof, rubbing up and down along Sweetie's tiny clit, making sloppy sounds as Sweetie's juices splashed around her soaking filly-slit.

Sweetie's mouth fell open, wordlessly. Junebug kissed her.

There was so much more this time.

It came out before Junebug had pulled her hips back, and Sweetie felt it inside, filling her—that was maybe the only word, full—she felt her whole pussy suddenly warm and thick with sticky stuff.

Then Junebug pulled out, and shot her second load right onto Sweetie's face.

It dripped down her already damp and sweaty mane, and onto her chest, and chin, and all over her face. Sweetie Belle blinked, one eye squinting slightly, and licked a healthy helping of the goo off her cheek. Mhmm. It tasted even sweeter than Junebug's kisses.

Apparently still unfinished, Junebug had pointed the head of her ovipositor at Sweetie's pussy as it fired off one, two—three more spurts of thick, oozing, golden colored jelly. The extra goo dribbled down Sweetie's pink lips and crept down to ooze between her squishy butt-cheeks and join her filly-juices in their floor puddle. If it was possible, even more of the goop seemed to drip into Sweetie's pussy. If she was full before, now she was full to bursting.

Sweetie couldn't help it. As Junebug relaxed her grip, Sweetie collapsed onto the floor. The pool of liquids splooshed softly around her as she landed. Her pussy clenched, and the golden liquid inside began to ooze and seep out slowly.

Spots... the spots were blinking... white spots now? Why was her coat darkening, her eyes felt like they were blinking over and over again...

"Not yet, my pet. I would like to come back to your place this evening. For a... sleepover."

"A sleepover?" Sweetie Belle groggily shook her head. Sleep, that was where dreams were, where the cave happened... was now a dream? Was she sleeping? Sweetie shook her head again, attempting to clear the fuzz from her eyes. And why did she hear buzzing, softly, in the background?

"Yes. Is that alright with you? We would love to 'sleep' together." Junebug grinned, and winked, her tongue flicking out the corner of her mouth.

"Uh-huh." Sweetie nodded, her head on autopilot. She could talk to Rarity. Would talk to Rarity. Wouldn't have any problems. Could do whatever Junebug wanted her to do, needed her to do, would do anything for Junebug...

"Come on, we have to finish the day out at school before anypony gets suspicious."

"But... I dunno if..." Sweetie Belle trailed off, and squeezed her hind-legs together tightly, squishing out even more of the thick orange jelly, and sending a jolt of pleasure up her entire body, just from the tiniest friction on her still twitching pussy.

Junebug giggled.

"Do not worry. We will help. You will hear only the softest and most helpful thoughts from now on..."

Get up. You could do it. Junebug is helping you. Look, her hoof is out. There you go.

Now you're up. You can walk. Follow Junebug. You know how to do that. She's still got her hoof on yours, is walking forward, through the cave.

You don't need to think about the lights. Don't listen to the clicking or buzzing. Those are rocks, not wings. Just follow Junebug. Don't worry about your mane. Don't worry about your pussy. Junebug will get you all cleaned up before class.

She's licking you. It feels good. You don't need to come, though. You're calming down, peaceful, your head is filling up with clouds and cotton candy and you don't want to think every second about getting filled up and licked and squeezed and kissed by Junebug's long, slithery tongue... you don't.

You want to focus on going to class.

Sweetie Belle nodded. The new voice inside her head was very helpful.

She let it guide her all the way to class where, true to her word, Junebug had helped her through the entire day without a single instances of unexpected orgasm or needing to run to the bathroom to take care of her dripping, twitching cunny.

Junebug had still done that at lunch, of course. She said she needed to make sure all the 'honey' had gotten out. So she checked with her tongue.

Sweetie didn't need to come though. She was saving it for the sleepover.

Junebug told her exactly what to say, though she didn't remember her doing so. When she got home, she explained to Rarity about the new student, and could she please stay over tonight because of a class project they wanted to work on, about, uh, bugs. And Rarity had beamed and said "Absolutely!" and immediately become distracted by whether or not the regular dishes they used for dinner were fancy enough for company, and then whether or not the guest room needed doing up, and then whether or not there were enough pillows for another pony in Sweetie's room when she had already taken them all, and before Sweetie knew it she had shared dinner with Junebug, gotten her goodnight kiss from Rarity, and snuck off to bed. All without any questions about the sweet smell or Sweetie's sudden inability to continue a conversation that didn't involve her pussy being filled up with sticky jelly. Rarity asked surprisingly few questions at dinner.

"So, are you from Ponyville, originally?"

"No. But we like it here very much."

We... Rarity had caught herself pausing on the word suspiciously, then letting the feeling go as quickly as it had come. What was that delightful smell?

"Your perfume is simply marvelous, I must say."

"Oh, thank you."

"You must tell me where you've ordered it from."

"I'm afraid it is a family secret."

"Ah, of course. I suppose I'm not surprised. Perhaps I'll just have to ply Sweetie Belle to get it out of you."

Junebug smirked to Rarity over her glass of water.