Chapters Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
Mr. Cake came home from the market carrying two bags on his back. October was here, which meant Nightmare Night was coming and he knew his foals were excited for it. Once he had returned home, he saw his wife, Mrs. Cake was already hard at work, decorating the shop for the month-long festivities.
“Honey bun, I’m home!” He said as he walked inside the bakery.
“Oh, welcome home, Dearie. Pound, Pumpkin, come downstairs and help your father put away the shopping.”
“Coming Mom!” yelled the two foals in unison. Pound and Pumpkin Cake came running down the stairs, almost as if they were racing to see who could reach him the fastest.
The twins were both so much bigger now, almost seven years old. Pound Cake was growing into a handsome young colt and his sister was a true beauty, especially with the adorable blue bow she always kept in her orange mane that was as poofy as Pinkie Pie’s.
“Hi Daddy!” Pumpkin said, giving her father a hug. The little pegasus colt, Pound Cake, flew up to look into the bags.
“Did you get them? Did you get them?!” He asked excitedly.
“I certainly did.” Mr cake reached into one of the bags on his back and pulled out two small pumpkins. The twins had been so excited to finally carve their very own personal jack-o-lanterns and their parents agreed that they could design and make them this year. “Have you both cleared the room upstairs and put down plenty of newspapers, so as not to make a mess?”
Both twins nodded and scooped up their pumpkins, only for Mrs. Cake to poke her head out of the kitchen.
“Na ah, you two. Shopping away first. Then you can make your lanterns.”
Pound Cake moaned audibly but Pumpkin immediately went to using her magic to levitate the groceries off of her father’s back and took them into the kitchen. Pound went with her and both had everything put away fast. Immediately, both foals ran upstairs with shouts of ‘Thank you, Daddy!’ as they disappeared from sight. He stood watching them for a moment, especially his little girl. Her tail flicking to the side just enough to give him a wonderful peak at her haunches from the base of the stairs. He turned and walked back to his wife who was putting the last touches on the shop window.
“I’m going to go up and keep an eye on them. You coming sweetie?” Mr Cake asked.
“I’ll be up later, I just want to finish this last little bit of decorating and then I’ll join you.”
Mr. Cake gave her a kiss on the cheek and then trotted up the stairs. He entered the bedroom where the twins were already drawing on their respective lanterns as a guide.
“Do you two need any help?” He asked, looking between the pair.
“No, I’m good.” Pound Cake said, drawing a particularly scary looking face.
“You could help me, Daddy!” Pumpkin said, patting the space besides her. Mr. Cake then sat down directly behind his daughter and she instantly snuggled back into his lap as he reached around her and held a single hoof against her belly. They both then happily worked on her Jack-o-lantern together.
Time passed swiftly as all three of them worked on the pumpkins, with Mr. Cake himself taking extra special notice of his Pumpkin. The filly was pressing back against his growing erection, wiggling her butt against it, smiling broadly and blushing as he himself fondled gently against the little flower between her legs, both making sure to keep all this out of sight of Pound who sat opposite them. The colt was solely focused on hollowing out the innards of his monster lantern, using his hoof and making a mess of himself. That he saw nothing of what was going on before him.
The pair of them had been playing this special little game since Pumpkin was much younger and always putting random things in her mouth. One night he woke up to find her between his legs, sucking gently on the tip of his cock, and while he was shocked at first, especially with his wife laying right next to him, he found himself staying silent, keeping the filly hidden under the sheets and letting her continue until he silently came in her mouth. It had been their little game since that day and she loved it so much.
Mr. Cake and Pumpkin were being slow and careful, hollowing it out with a spoon to scoop out the guts and using his daughters telekinesis to make it easy to not get any on themselves. However, Pound Cake wasn’t so careful. He tried to fling the goop from his hoof to the newspaper on the floor, but the flick caused a mass of it to fly over and splatter on his sister.
“AHH! Pound Cake!” She shouted, jumping up and looking down at herself in surprise.
“Whoops, sorry Sis!” He said, with a bit of a chuckle.
“Pound, why did you do that?!” His father asked him, sounding cross.
“I didn’t mean to! It wasn’t trying to-”
“Nevermind,” Mr. Cake said, cutting him off. “Go to the bathroom and go get a warm washcloth for your sister, but wash your hooves clean first.”
Pound Cake said nothing and walked out the room slowly, trying not to leave any messy hoof prints on the carpet. Pumpkin looked upset that her beautiful coat was covered in the goop.
“Aww, come here sweetie, Daddy will take care of it.”
Mr. Cake then held his daughter as he kissed her cheek, sucking a blob of the goop off of her.
“D-daddy?!” She said with a hushed whisper. “What about-?”
“It’s okay. I’m just cleaning you.” He said with a sly smirk.
He then peppered her face with kisses and licks until it was all cleared off of her. And then he went down her body, licking the pumpkin seeds and such from her chest fur. She moaned as quietly as she could as he went further down, licking her belly, kissing it, going lower down to her nipples to also give them a quick lick. The filly wiggled as she placed her forelegs on his head. She was still standing on her hindlegs and he teased her.
“Oh dear. Looks like there’s a bit of a mess down here too.” He said, looking directly at her filly bits. He’d been stroking her down there so much and she was plenty wet enough. “Gotta clean you up proper now, don’t I?”
His long mussel then buried itself deep into her still virgin cunny and Pumpkin squeaked from inside her throat keeping her mouth clamped shut. Her legs began to shake as she leaned forwards more, holding herself up by holding onto her dad’s head.
“Ohh, Daddy! That’s feels-”
She couldn’t continue. His tongue continued to lap away at her tiny folds and it was driving her wild. Their times together has always been wonderful, be it him eating her out, her sucking him off. There were times that it was maddening that they had to keep their hooves off each other. He’d often fantasied about making love to his beautiful sexy daughter right in front of the customers on the bakery counter, but the pair had yet to go so far, even when alone. Only touching and using their mouths on each other. Pumpkin’s juices were now flowing into his mouth, she was so close.
The water in the bathroom stopped. Pound Cake was on his way back. Mr. Cake pulled his tongue from his daughter's cooch and then kissed her on the mouth, sharing her most intimate flavour with his precious filly. Their tongues flicked against each other for only a moment before the door opened and Mr Cake started to wipe down Pumpkin with a hoof as if he’d wiped all the goop off, playing off any lewd act the pair had been indulged in. He turned around and then looked at his son.
“Ahh, thank you my boy.” He said as he took the warm washcloth and started to wipe his daughter down with it, erasing any evidence of when they had done.
“Thank you, Daddy!” Pumpkin said with a breath. Her excitement and disappointment was clear in her voice. She hadn’t cum, but she was oh so close.
He then smirked at her.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you a bath later and finish this off proper. Okay, Sweetie Pumpkin?”
The filly smiled with a nod and then the two sat down and continued to work on their Jack-o-lantern.
“Hey, Dad. Could I ask you a question?” Pound Cake asked.
“Sure Son, what is it?”
“How did you get the Pumpkin goop on your mouth?”
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
“No! No, I swear! It feels so much better if you take it all at once!” Scootaloo declared loudly.
“But doesn’t that make it worse for the morning afterwards?” Applebloom asked, concerned.
“Well, maybe. But it’s the best way really! I mean, if you worry too much, how will you have a good time in the moment?”
“I think I’ll just take it a little at a time. Rarity’s expecting me home early tomorrow and it’s a long walk. I don’t wanna go home in pain.”
The Cutiemark Crusaders all sat together in their old clubhouse. It was starting to become a little cramped for them as they were getting a little big for it now. They were entering their teenage years and they’d all grown so much in the last five years.
“Sweetie, you have to understand.” Scootaloo continued. “If you can’t take it, you’re going to have to force it down. Otherwise, you won’t really feel it.”
“O-okay..” Sweetie Belle took a hesitant breath, she steeled herself and then after letting go of it, she tipped the mug of cider up to her mussel and then began drinking heavily!
Scootaloo cheered her on as she raised her own mug of cider. Almost half way down, Sweetie spluttered and gasped for air as she pulled the drink away and coughed, evidently some of the drink going the wrong way down.
“Easy there, Sweetie,” Applebloom said, patting her friend on the back. “You okay?”
Sweetie coughed a few more times to clear her lungs before nodding. The young unicorn had spilled half her drink on the rug they were all sat on.
“Geez, girls. If you’re going to waste good cider, I won’t bother getting it for you next time.”
The young mare trotted over and took the mug from Sweetie Belle, then carried it to the wooden keg to refill it.
“Sorry, Spur. We’ll be more careful.” Applebloom said apologetically.
Spur was a friend of theirs who lived very far away. She was visiting Ponyville for a few days, a thing she’d been doing at least once a year, but it would probably be her last visit for quite a while. She was moving to another continent and didn’t know when she’d ever be back. So the crusaders organised a sleepover in their old clubhouse which was due for a complete overhaul. Perhaps it was time to hand it over to the next generation of ponies. The girls were getting so busy with their business, helping ponies discover their talents, that running it from a treehouse in an orchard was just getting out of the question. Rarity was expanding out of ponyville now and had agreed to let Sweetie run the Cutiemark business out of the Carousel Boutique from now on. It was in the middle of town, far more glamorous and would all together be more professional.
So to say goodbye proper, Applebloom had the idea for the sleepover in the Clubhouse. Scootaloo mentioned that Spur should get a cider for each of them to make it a real farewell party as a joke, but surprised the group when she arrived with a full keg of Sweet Apple Cider. Spur gave the refilled mug to Sweetie and then joined the girls, sitting in a circle.
“So, this is last night you’ll be together in this Treehouse, huh?” Spur said, taking a swig of her Cider.
“I’m gonna miss this old place. So many good memories.” Said Scootaloo.
“It’s just so sad to see it come to an end.” Sweetie pouted, taking a sip of her drink.
“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s going anywhere. It’s just… Younger foals could make so much more use of this place while growing up, and we’ve all already grown so much together.” Applebloom added.
The three murmured positively together, with Spur smiling at the group. She really liked hanging out with these girls, they made her feel young again, and yet here they were growing up, moving on and leaving the kids stuff behind. The pegasus looked to the window and saw that it was getting to the darkest part of the night. Spur stood and looked out the window to the inky blackness. Maybe, there was one last game they could play.
“Hey girls,” Spur said as she closed the curtains. “I know something we should do, to give this clubhouse one more fond memory.” They were all listening carefully to her. “Truth… or Dare!”
Applebloom giggled a little, turning pink and drank more cider to hide her face. Scootaloo’s eyes brightened up like this was the best idea ever, but Sweetie just smiled innocently.
“Oh, we’ve played that before.” The filly said. “Scootaloo dared me to get an ink cutiemark on my flank. I got in so much trouble because ink doesn’t come out of white fur easily.”
“Sweetie, she’s not talking about the foal version of truth or dare,“ The orange pegasus said, rolling her eyes. “We’re practically grown fillies now. Spur means a more… adult themed Truth or dare.”
Sweetie Belle’s looked confused before the realisation hit her and her eyes turned to pin pricks. Applebloom gave her a pat on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Sweetie. It’ll be fun! Just drink some more. It’ll loosen you up. I’ll go first so you can see that it’ll be fine, then you can go last, okay?”
The white unicorn quickly took a sip of the cider. The bitter taste wasn’t exactly to her liking, but everypony else was drinking it, but it was also starting to make her head spin a little.
“Okay, Spur, you suggested the game so you ask the first question.” Scootaloo said, pointing a hoof at Applebloom.
“Alright then. AB! Truth or dare.”
Applebloom didn’t hesitate.
“Truth!”
“Okay. Have you ever looked at your brother’s cock?” Spur said with a smirk. Sweetie almost choked on her cider again as Applebloom turned a deep shade of red.
“Whoa!” Scootaloo exclaimed, laughing. “Starting out strong, aren’t you?”
“I guess I don’t hold back when I’ve been drinking.” The young mare said. “Plus, I wanted to start with something big so Sweetie Belle would really understand the game.” Spur then focused her attention on the yellow filly. “So, speaking of big, tell us. Have you?”
Applebloom took another drink before she looked from the floor to the brown pegasus sitting across from her.
“Yes.”
“Ohh hoo!” Spur said happily. “Well, tell us. In detail, what did you see? Does he live up to his name?”
Scootaloo was also leaning in close with a big smile on her face.
“Well…” Applebloom hesitated and then put her mug down. “Okay, fine. We were in a bath together, I was very young and back then the three of us would always bathe together in a large tub in the yard. I still didn’t know that colts and fillies were different at this point. I mean, I knew but, it meant nothing to me. Anyway, one time my sister got out of the tub and Big Mac kept staring at her while she was drying off. He’d never stared at her like that before and… I think she knew he was watching. I didn’t understand what was going on back then, but when she left, my brother told me it was time to get out of the tub. That’s when he stood up and turned away from me but I saw it. And he was...” Applebloom took another swig of her drink before continuing. “Erect.”
“Oh wow!” Spur had a huge grin on her face. “So… how big was it?”
“...Umm... “ Applebloom said nothing. But with a cheeky grin she held her hooves apart a wide distance, wider than her shoulders.
“And around?!” Scootaloo asked excitedly, also grinning as wide as Spur.
“Well... you couldn’t fit it in your mouth, that’s for sure!”
The two Pegasi squealed in unison and covered their mouths before descending into giggles.
”Oh my Celestia!! I’ve got to see him before I leave!” Spur said with desire in her eyes “Think you could arrange a one night stand for me, AB?”
“Spur!!” Applebloom Protested.
“What?! I’ve got a thing for red stallions. Sue me.”
“Yeah, well maybe you should just go after your own brother then!” The earth filly said with a chuckle.
“I did once.” The room went silent as all eyes turned to Spur, as she casually took another drink of cider. “Next question girls. Come on AB. I asked you, now you ask somepony.”
“Alright then. Spur. Truth or Dare!”
Spur flicked her curled mane out her eyes and then looked Applebloom dead in hers.
“Truth.”
“Right, what did you mean you went after your brother once?!” Applebloom knew there was no other question to ask. Not after that bombshell.
Spur took another swig and held it before swallowing, as if delaying answering on purpose, keeping her younger friends on edge. She was getting a good buzz going too, and looking about, the other fillies were also getting messed up. Sweetie in particular was such a shade of red that Spur couldn’t tell if this was from embarrassment or if it was the alcohol getting to her. She seemed to be taking a sip every few seconds, just to hide her face.
“Right, so… we live in the middle of nowhere. We almost never get visitors or friends to meet. Especially not our own age, always adults. It’s why I love to hang with you girls so much. You’re great!” They all smiled warmly at each other and gave their support back too, saying they like being with her just as much. She didn’t treat them like kids. ”Well, I was in my first heat and there weren't many options. I’m sure you’ll all become very familiar with that soon. Well, I got desperate and I knew that stallion cum was the best relief for it.” Sweetie heartily took another swig of Cider ”Now, my brother is an idiot and knew nothing about what’s right and wrong when it comes to sex. And that night I convinced my brother to help me out, he’s a dummy but I still love him and… well… he lasted all of five seconds.”
Applebloom and Scootaloo laughed hard at that.
“Oh geez!” Scootaloo said, still laughing. “Please tell me he had the decency to help finish you off with his tongue, at least.”
“Nope, he fell asleep almost instantly, worst sex I ever had. But I'll tell you what. It’s true. Stallions cum really does put out the fire. That or my disappointment really crushed any other feeling. Seriously, Bloofy was a much that he was.”
“YOUR PET!?” Sweetie Belle squeaked lowering her empty mug, which might have been empty for a while. Spur laughed and took the mug from her to refill it, along with her own.
“Yup. I tell you, once that little fella gets excited, he can really drill up a storm!” Spur gave the mug to Sweetie with a wink and then sat down with her own. “Right. I think Sweetie should ask the next question. Scootaloo, it’s your turn.”
The orange pegasus turned to look at Sweetie, ready for whatever. Sweetie on the other hoof wasn’t. She didn’t know what to say! Everything had been so dirty till now, she’s no experience with sex and her ex-boyfriend never did anything romantic with her. So she asked the only thing she could think of.
“Umm… Have you… who was the first ever boy you kissed?”
“Ne, no Sweetie,” Applebloom interrupted, slurring her words a little. “You’re supposed to ask Truth or Dare.”
“Nah, it’s fine, Applebloom. I was gonna say Truth anyway. I doubt Sweetie could think of a good dare. No offence!” Scootaloo took another chug of her drink. “But lemme double check the question. First ever boy, or… first ever?” The orange filly smirked at the ponies looking at her.
“No way!” Spur said aloud with a grin. Scootaloo laughed and then answered.
“My first ever KISS was with a mare-”
“Rainbow Dash.” Applebloom said quietly, but loud enough to be heard before drinking more.
“That obvious, huh? Well, yeah, it was. I’d just gotten my cutiemark and after we went our separate ways that day, Dash caught up with me and said she’d been saving a gift for me on this very day. It was there that she took me to the highest cloud and we started making out. I was shocked at first, but it took only a second for me to kiss her back. And it didn’t end there...”
Scootaloo trailed off her sentence but Spur was right on her.
“And neither do you! Keep talking.”
“Well... “ Scootaloo smiled, a blush coming to her face for the first time tonight. “You’re a pegasus, Spur, so let me ask you. Have you ever used a cloud dildo?” Applebloom and Sweetie’s jaws dropped. Spur shook her head. “It’s the most amazing, tingly feeling. I couldn’t keep still! Dash had to sit on my chest and hold my legs together cause I wouldn’t stop kicking. Even stuffed her tail in my mouth to stop me screaming so loud. But that’s nothing compared to when she made one from a thunder cloud. I had to spend a weekend at her house just to walk straight. Best weekend of my life!”
“That sounds so hot.” Spur said, taking another drink.
She was getting so turned on by these stories, and knowing Scootaloo had lost her virginity to an older mare at such a young age was just having her wish she could have some alone time right now. Sweetie Belle was wishing she could have alone time too, but for a different reason. It was her turn next.
“Sweetie?”
The white unicorn squealed aloud, realising that she was being addressed by Scootaloo.
“It’s your turn. Truth or Dare?”
There was no way she’d be about to share such secrets with her friends. What if they asked her about Rarity? Of course they would, but she didn’t wanna share private stuff about her sister. She might get in trouble for it, but she decided that maybe she'd be better off getting another ink cutiemark from Scootaloo again..
“D-dare.” Sweetie said nervously. Every pony was grinning, but none more than Scootaloo.
“Brave!” Scootaloo said happily. “Okay! I dare you to… show us all your cooch!”
This time it was Applebloom who gagged on her cider. Spur looked between Scootaloo and Sweetie, but said nothing. The white unicorn might as well have been a red one because you couldn’t tell with how embarrassed she was.
“M-m-m-m-my… C-c-c-...”
“You know, pussy, vagina, cunt, flower, tight cock holder!” Scootaloo said mischievously, giggling a little at her lewdness. “You wanted a dare, you have to do it now!”
“Umm, you think maybe we’re talking this too far?” The yellow filly asked.
“Well, that depends on Sweetie.” Spur said “If she declines the dare, she’s out of the game. However, if you don’t feel comfortable doing it alone sweetie, I’ll do it with you. Just to make you feel comfortable.”
Sweetie Belle looked at Spur who was just sitting in only a faded Appleloosa State Fair T-shirt. Sweetie’s nightgown was covering her whole body. She’d have to physically lift it to show herself off.
“I don’t know...” Sweetie said, unsure.
“Aww, come on. What are you worried about? Just take another drink, then show us. Just for ten seconds.” Scootaloo tried to be more encouraging, but sweetie was still nervous.
Ten seconds? Could she do that? She looked to Spur who gave her a nod and sat back, hind legs apart with her tail up between her legs, the only thing keeping her modesty. Scootaloo and Applebloom sat in silence, looking between the pair.
“Hey Sweetie.“ Spur said, getting her attention. “It’s the last time we’ll be together, perhaps for many years. Let’s just go wild with our girls-only night. We’ll never get to do this again. And trust me, it’s only scary the first time you show off. And we’re all close friends here, right?”
The unicorn nodded. She didn’t wanna be a wet blanket. This was supposed to be a fun and crazy night. Besides, they were all girls and this was just a dare. She looked at her cider and then drank her entire mug in one go. Scootaloo was impressed, and more so when Sweetie used her magic to lift her nightgown up to her waist, sat on her haunches and then spread her legs for all to see.
Sweetie Belle wasn’t looking but she could feel all eyes on her small kitty. Though the thought of calling it that still, made her feel like a foal. She was in her teens now. But… her friends here were the first ponies to ever look at it like this.
Scootaloo scooted a little closer to her friend’s pussy. It looked so smooth and soft. Untouched and small. Nothing like her own, and certainly nothing like Dash’s. This was what a pure virgin’s pussy looked like.
Applebloom’s eyes shifted from Sweetie’s cooch to Spur’s who was also showing herself off. The young mare had a rather nice pussy too, much more pronounced than Sweetie’s. In fact, she was sure that Spur’s was actually wet. Was she getting turned on by this? The yellow filly had masturbated before using a hoof, so she knew what she was like down there when horny but Spur’s looked more… spread, like she was wanting something. Then the thought of her brother sticking his cock inside her friend made its rounds in her head, spreading her cunt open wide and making her twitch. The teal maned pegasus saw Applebloom staring and gave her a wink. A wink that made the farm filly blush and feel very lightheaded.
Sweetie decided that she’d let them look enough and then sat up, lowering her nightgown. She sat properly and found herself nose to nose with Scootaloo who’d gotten very close.
“Umm... t-that’s it… That was all the dare was, right?” Sweetie asked nervously looking away.
“Oh! The dare, err, yes. Yes, that was all.” Scootaloo said, looking away too and then returning back to her place to re-complete their circle. Spur slowly closed her legs, but not before giving Applebloom more of a show by touching her wet cunt while the other two weren't looking and spreading the slick wetness up her inner thigh, mouthing the words. ‘Dare’
Applebloom suddenly stood up with her empty mug, completely flustered.
“W... we sho-, Whoa!” She wobbled a little but just kept her balance. Sweetie Belle jumped up to grab her, but standing up that fast also made her light headed.
“Oh wow! Umm, m-maybe, umm… We’ve drunk enough?”
“Aww, but it was just getting interesting.” Spur said with a tinge of disappointment and a little seductivism that only Applebloom picked up on, the filly laughed despite herself, a huge grin plastered on her face.
“Yea, but... I don’ think I... I can think straight. Let alone stand.” She let out another laugh and then looked to Scootaloo who was finishing off her mug.
“I gues-sh you’re right. It’s gotten very late.” Scootaloo starting to feel the cider’s effects too.
Spur smiled in spite of herself wanting more, but maybe it’s for the best, before they took things too far.
“Hey girls. Thanks for tonight, this was great.”
Applebloom and Sweetie then dashed over to give Spur a hug, though she had to hold them both up. Scootaloo though was playing macho and just headed over to the keg, until getting pulled in by Sweetie's telekinesis to the group hug. Scoots sighed and then joined them propper before they all got ready for bed.
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
“Welcome everypony, once again to the annual ‘Running of the Leaves’ festival!” Pinkie Pie’s voice boomed out over the speaker from up high in her hot air balloon. “We’ve got an amazing lineup of ponies from all over Equestria here to participate in the race today, which’ll surely make this a race to remember!”
Applebloom was sweating, and the race hadn’t even started yet. She couldn’t believe she was about to go through with this. Spur stood right beside her but was looking towards another pony. Big Macintosh was talking to his wife, Sugar Bell, who was several months pregnant and she looked like the baby could be due any time. He gave her a kiss and then approached the starting line.
“I must be crazy.” Applebloom said under her breath.
“Yeah, this is a little crazy.” Spur admitted before turning to face Applebloom. “I really hope this’ll work though. Are you sure he’d actually want to? I mean, I am all excited after last night’s errr…”
Spur didn’t finish her sentence. Too many ponies were crowded around them but Applebloom knew what she was talking about. Just remembering what happened last night made the filly blush, in fact she had been thinking about it all night. She wanted this to happen just as much as Spur did.
“Ponies, to your marks!” Pinkie called out from above. All the ponies formed a line as Applebloom made a beeline to stand next to her brother, with Spur following in toe.
“Hey Big Mac!” Applebloom called out to him. “Umm, d-do you mind if we run with you? I mean, Applejack is running to win, but… it’d much rather race alongside you.”
The red stallion looked down at his sister. His orange mane was now trimmed neatly and his Yolk was left at home. He was now wearing a blue plaid shirt.
“Eeeyup!” He said with a smile.
“Okay, Ponies! On your marks!” Pinkie’s voice boomed. “Get-set-GO!”
She yelled fast and everypony took off unsteadily, not prepared for such a rushed countdown. But with it being Pinkie Pie, they shouldn’t have expected anything less. Applejack expected it though and was ahead of the pack, with a whole crowd of ponies just behind her as Pinkie called out the play-by-play. Ponies started to thin out after a few minutes of running. Some slowing down to pace themselves, others going at a full sprint, not realising how long this was going to take. Once Applebloom, Spur and Big Mac were deep into the forest, the yellow earth pony looked around her. Only a few ponies were behind them. She knew they were at the latter quarter of the racers, but she needed to be at the back, alone with Spur and her brother. The yellow filly then enacted her plan.
“Whoa!” she yelled as she fell over and landed hard on the dirt floor.
“Applebloom!” Big Mac yelled out, stopping to check on his sister. Spur also turned back. “Are you hurt?”
She sat up, holding her foreleg.
“Ow, I’m fine. It’s just a-” She stumbled a little, unable to stand on her leg.
“Nope!” Big Mac turned to call for aid, but Applebloom stopped him.
“No! Don’t. Just… just let me rest a moment on the sides?” She nodded her head towards where all the leaves had fallen. A few runners had stopped to check everything was alright, but Spur was keeping crowd control, letting them all know everything was fine, she just scraped her knee.
As soon as they were finally alone, Applebloom slowly stood up with her brother supporting her. But really, she needed no help.
“Thanks Big Brother, but… I’m alright. I’m not actually hurt.”
“What do you mean, you’re not hurt?” Big Mac asked, confused.
“I tripped on purpose because... we wanted to talk to you... in private!”
Big Macintosh looked between the two ponies, each half his size.
“Couldn’t this wait?” He asked.
“Well, there wouldn’t be time. Spur is leaving in the morning and has to pack tonight. This was her only chance. Our only chance.”
Big Mac looked towards the brown pegasus who was trying to avoid eye contact, but yet she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“See, she’s going to be moving so far away and we might never see her again, and… she wanted to ask... we wanted… umm... “ Applebloom wasn’t sure how to continue. She rehearsed this in her head a million times, but now the moment was here, her mind was blank. ”Umm, you see. She wants… I mean, she was hoping to…”
“Applebloom, What is this about?”
Big Mac was getting confused. Why was his youngest sister turning red? Why were they both going red? He couldn’t understand what was going on. What could Spur want from him that required them to be completely alo-
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He looked to Spur again, his eyes wide. She was blushing more now, smiling with her eyes locked with his. Applebloom was blushing and looking away embarrassed.
“NOPE! Nope nope nope nope nope!” He said, taking a step back. “Applebloom, how could you even think I would agree to this? I’m married! My wife is back there pregnant with my foal.”
“But...“
“No, young filly. Spur, how could you even put her up to this?” He sounded so disappointed in her. He used to think she was a good influence on her.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just… I-I’m in heat and I-”
“You’re not in heat. Stallions know the difference. This is… you’re just…”
He didn’t want to finish.
“But… didn’t you say you wanted to?” Applebloom said, looking to her brother.
Big Mac froze as he turned to Applebloom.
“I heard you before. In the bathroom a few nights ago. You said that you were getting more frustrated because Sugar Bell hasn’t had sex with you since she learned she was pregnant. Y- you said you wished that some mare would just let you rut her, just for some relief!”
“Y-y-you heard all that?!” He said, shocked. His own little sister had heard his whispered conversation while talking to himself in the mirror. “Applebloom. That was… It’s…”
“Please, Big Mac.” Spur said, speaking up. “I know I’m not much, but if what Applebloom is saying is true, you could… you know… with me. I promise I’ll tell no pony, not even after I move away! I just… When I see you working on the farm, I feel-”
“I don’t think you realise what you’re asking.”
“But I do! Please, Big Mac.” Spur pleaded. “You’re right. I am horny. I’ll admit it and I promise, it’ll be a one time thing. We’ll never have to speak of it again.”
“Please, Big Brother. This’ll be our secret. And... you still owe me a favour since I helped you clean up the kitchen.”
“Applebloom, I don’t think that favour can be used for something like this!”
The red stallion looked around. They were all still alone but he couldn’t do this, could he? She was so much younger than him, not even of legal age in Equestria.
“Spur, I…”
“Please, my first time was such a disappointment, that… I’m not even sure I’d want to be with another stallion. I was hoping an older stallion might, you know, do it right? And I know I’m not a very attractive young mare compared to most, but-”
“Now wait a moment.” He interrupted. “You are plenty beautiful. Don’t ever doubt yourself like that again. You’re gorgeous and any stallion would be lucky to be with you!”
“So you’ll do it?!” Spur said excitedly.
Big Mac had put his hoof in his mouth now.
“Please, Big Mac! We’ll tell no pony, we swear.” Applebloom added on top of it.
The filly had been fantasising about this all since last night. Even in her sleeping bag during the clubhouse sleepover she’d touched herself at the thought, but she’d dare not finish with her friends right beside her. The stallion sighed and then looked behind him. He nodded his head towards deeper into the words. The two fillies giggled with excitement and followed him.
After a few minutes of walking, Big Mac decided that they were far enough into the woods that there was no chance anypony would find or hear them out here.
“Alright, this’ll be far enough. Applebloom, you go back to the race and tell-”
“What?! No, I wanna stay!”
“B-but you’re my sister.”
“I… I promise, I’ll not say anything! You won’t even know I’m here.”
Big Mac sighed. He was not going to get his own way with anything it seemed. Spur stood in front of Big Mac and then turned around, flagging her tail.
“Is… this good?” Spur asked, a little nervous but definitely wanting this to happen.
He looked at her most private area which seemed to be a little bit wet already. She was definitely excited. He couldn’t believe he was really going through with this.
“Wait.” He said. “I’m not ready yet. If we’re really doing this, then… You’ll have to get me ready first.”
She turned around and faced him again.
“Okay, just tell me what to do!” She said, clearly excited about this.
Big Mac looked about and then found a large rock. He brushed a few leaves off of it and then sat down. The entire area was covered in fallen golden and orange leaves, but many remained on the trees giving them aerial cover for passing pegasi, not that there would be any. The majority of ponies here were racing and the three of them were so far off the track now, they’d never be found.
“Alright.” Big Mac said spreading his legs, there was a blush on his face as he realised his little sister was looking directly at his balls “Y-you’re going to have to get me hard.”
Spur didn’t hesitate, she immediately stepped forward and sat between his legs. The pegasus leaned in slow and then started by using her tongue on his sheath. Big Mac wasn’t expecting her to be so bold about it. She went down to his balls next. The young mare went down to his balls next. Heck, he’d even dare call her a filly still due to being underage and her only being slightly taller than his sister. She started sucking one of his balls into her mouth and then went to the other one, licking them both and holding his scrotum up with her hoof. It was so erotic, and he’d been so pent up for months. His cock finally started to emerge and Spur moved up and ran her nose along it very very slowly as it came out. Her mouth was open too, her hot breath on his cock made it twitch, especially when her tongue began to follow after her nose.
“Oooh… I-” Big mac took in a steady breath then exhaled. “I thought you said your first time was a... disappointment?”
“Mine was. But theirs was incredible. And we’ve had practise, but he never satisfied me. But this...” Spur kissed the tip of his now fully exposed, almost rock hard shaft. “This looks like it’ll do the job.” And then she took the entire head of his cock into her mouth.
He was certainly as big as Applebloom had said, but seeing it in person like this gave Spur chills. When the yellow filly said that Big Mac was too big to fit in Scootaloo’s mouth, she may have been right. He was huge, but she wasn’t going to hold back. Holding the head in her mouth, she began to lick in circles around it taking occasional sucks, as if wanting to take him in deeper, but this might have been beyond her limits, He was rock solid now anyway. She then pulled his cock out her mouth with a pop, and then stroked it up and down. Big Mac moaned as his cock twitched in her hoof.
“Are you ready?” Spur asked with as must lust in her voice as she could manage beyond the giddy excitement.
Big Mac climbed down from the rock and grabbed Spur to lie her down, face first, on top of it.. He then gave her pussy a quick lick to test her. She was already soaked and she also tasted divine. Her squeal was muffled only by her hoof as she buried her face. Her grin was huge though, she was finally going to live out a fantasy she’d had ever since she met the stallion. She felt his massive cockhead pressing against her pussy. She was ready, he was ready. However, Applebloom wasn’t sure if she was.
Watching from the side had gotten Applebloom very hot and seeing her friend suck him off was incredible, but looking at him bend her over, she could see that there was no way he was going to fit. He was too big. Her brother pushed hard against her friend's entrance and Applebloom saw her friend’s face scrunch up in pain. Big mac pulled Spur’s legs further apart.
“Mmm, come on you sexy filly! You wanted a real stallion's cock didn’t you? Loosen up then, relax and just… let… me… IN!”
He thrust hard and Spur’s pussy gave way to the Mac’s huge penis, making her arch her back in a silent scream of pleasure. He was inside her moist tunnel, barely a quarter of him was, but he was in, and she felt so full.
“Spur?!” Applebloom ran up to her friend. “Are you okay?”
Spur just looked back at Applebloom with a doopy expression on her face.
“So full. So good!” Was all she said. Big Mac smiled proudly and then began thrusting. Spur was moaning, gasping, her insides were alright like she was on fire. This was what she was missing, this was what true sex was meant to feel like, the feeling of being complete, like this dick was always meant to be inside her, but she was far from being completely filled. Each thrust was getting her more stretched out, and the longer this went on the closer her first orgasm was approaching. Spur was banging her hoof on the rock, scraping against it, wanting to hold onto something as the older stallion pounded into her all the way to his medial ring, halfway down his cock. As she was about to cum though, Big mac pulled out. She was about to protest before she was flipped over and then before he plunged back in, he leaned close to her.
“I want you to look at me while you cum! I wanna see the look of a satisfied mare!”
And she did! The moment his cock reentered her warm folds electricity charged through her body and she was instantly gushing along his cock, soaking him and the rock beneath them. Her face was exactly what Big Mac had hoped for. Eyes wide open, head tilted back and mouth wide open, gasping and moaning in absolute pleasure.
Applebloom watched her friend clench, buck and twitch as her brother cock impaled her. How was she able to take so much? How big was her own pussy? Could it fit something in like that?
Big mac then picked Spur up while she was still riding her orgasm high and then leaned her against a tree, he was now standing and thrusting upwards into her, letting her fall down as gravity helped impale her as deep as he could go into her.
She was moaning loudly now, almost screaming and he bucked her harder, hitting the tree with force. It was hurting Spur a little, but she was riding such a high from being so totally stuffed that she didn’t care. The leaves were being shaken loose as he plowed into her, each falling slowly but making a large pile beneath them.
Applebloom was sitting on the floor now, touching herself. She couldn’t help it. Watching this happen right before her was an incredible sight and so erotic. Spur was grabbing a hold around Big Mac’s neck just holding on for all she was worth as he plunged up again and again, stretching her around his ring, but no further, she was at her limit. Each time the medial ring slipped inside her, she screamed loud, the pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t do much else. Opening her eyes, she saw Applebloom sitting with her legs spread, masturbating. Seeing her getting fucked hard made her friend this horny? Spur smiled with a wicked idea and then whispered to Big Mac. He looked back, saw what his little sister was doing and then grinned.
“Want a better view, sis?”
Applebloom squealed and covered herself up, ashamed. Mac then carried Spur, still all the way on his cock, and placed her between Applebloom’s legs and then continued to plow into her pussy while looking at his sister. Her face was so red from being seen, but now her friend was right between her legs, head tilted back to look her in the eyes.
“A-A-Applebloom! D-Don’t stop!” Spur said between thrusts as Big Mac continued to plow into her.
“Go on sis, you wanted to watch, right? Or, really, did you want more than that?”
Applebloom had never seen her brother like this. Normally he was so silent, but here in this situation, he was a different stallion. She then felt a hoof on her’s. Spur was taking the hoof that had been touching herself and was pulling her closer. The brown pegasus pulled until the yellow filly stood up and then was over her face. Spur pulled her down and then started licking her cunny! Applebloom’s jaw dropped and her whole body went rigid. She was shaking and her brother was getting so close to his climax, especially seeing his sister getting eaten out by the young mare he was fucking. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
“S-S-Spur!” Applebloom called out. “Y-you’re... OH!! SPUR, PLEASE!!” Spur herself was in heaven, she was getting to taste her closest friend’s cunt and it was so sweet, while meanwhile the lower half of her was going numb from the intensity of Big Mac’s thrusts. She didn’t know how long she’d last before cumming again. Big Mac himself had been so pent up that he was on the verge of cumming, as was his sister.
“OH GOSH! I Can’t- I’m gonna!” Applebloom squealed as Spur's tongue masterfully went to work on her young folds.
“L-let it all out Applebloom.” Big Mac said, exhausted. “Cum in your friend’s mouth and say it! Scream it! Tell her what you’re doing!”
“Sp-S-Spur… I-I’m..c-c... I’M CUMMING, SPUR! AHHH!!”
Spur sucked hard on her friend’s yellow cunny lips, knowing she had to be the first to do this to her and taste her cum. It was enough to drive Spur again over the edge and buck harder against the red stallion as she felt him cream pie’d her! Shooting all the way deep into her cunt and filling her womb with his hot sperm. All three ponies were moaning and crying out, Big mac grunting especially hard as he tried to push the rest of himself inside the young mare, but he couldn’t. Instead he pulled out of her and jerked himself off, shooting the last spurts of cum over Spur’s belly and one particularly strong spurt splating against Applebloom’s face, making her cry out.
Exhausted, spent, and oh so satisfied, the three fell down onto the ground, leaves falling around them all as they tried to catch their breaths.
“W-wow!” Applebloom said, barely able to move.
Spur wiggled over to atop of Applebloom and then licked the line of cum from her face, and then she kidded her on the mouth, making the farm filly’s heart skip a beat.
“Thank you.” Spur whispered, and then rolled to the side, onto her back.
Applebloom didn’t know what to think. That was her first kiss! Yes, they’d just done something much more intimate, but… in her head, that meant so much more.
“So... “ Big Mac said between breaths. “Was that satisfying enough for you?” He chuckled as he sat up. Spur wasn’t moving a muscle, apart from her chest rising up and down, as she was catching her breath.
“That… was… the best… sex... I’ve ever… had!”
Big Mac grinned and turned his attention to Applebloom who looked stunned. Just as he was about to ask if she was okay,they were interrupted by a voice from above them.
“You know, that’s a very effective way to shake leaves off of a tree, but not exactly efficient.”
All three ponies looked up to see Pinkie Pie in her balloon looking down at the three of them. The leaves from the tree they were under were gone! Big Mac had knocked all the leaves down while rutting Spur against it. None of them had even noticed that Pinkie had been floating there silently, watching them from above.
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
“Pinkie, please! You can’t tell anypony about this.” Applebloom begged on the verge of tears.
“It was just a one time thing! It’ll never happen again!” Spur added, just as panicked.
Pinkie Pie was listening to the two ponies as they pleaded and begged again and again, not letting the mare say anything. Big Macintosh on the other hand sat silently on the rock with a terrified and ashamed look on his face, the surrounding trees looked like prison bars to him. He couldn’t believe he’d given in and let this happen. Spur and Applebloom were stood before the pink mare, both looking horrified that the three of them had been caught having sex in the middle of the forest. Pinkie finally moved and went around the two fillies. She slid over to Big Mac and placed a hoof around the stallion’s neck. He jolted up, like he expected her to strangle him for having had sex with a pony that was still technically a minor, for cumming on his baby sister’s face, for betraying his wife! Maybe he deserved it. However, he was surprised when she held him gently.
“Aww, cheer up big guy! Your old pal Pinkie Pie won’t tell anypony.” She said, surprising all of them. “Sex is super fun! And you girls looked like you enjoyed it so much too, why would I wanna ruin that?”
The two girls blushed brightly, the idea that they had been caught was bad enough, being reminded of how loud they were just added to the embarrassment.
“I’ll keep your secret. But you’ll have to do me a favour in return.” Pinkie said happily.
“What?! Anything!” Applebloom said instantly, stepping forwards.
“A little birdy told me that you, Applebloom, were going to be giving up your clubhouse.”
“How did you-?” Applebloom tried to ask, but was cut off as Pinkie continued.
“And I know it needs a bit of work before it’s fit for young foals again. So here’s the deal. You’ll help me build it up, nice and proper and then I get to choose who gets it afterwards.”
Big Macintosh looked at the mare sat next to him in disbelief.
“That’s all?” He asked, his first words since Pinkie had come down from her balloon.
“Yup yup! All I ask is that you give them their privacy. Growing foals need their space after all. Right?” She looked to Applebloom and gave her a wink. The yellow filly wasn’t sure what the wink was for, unless… Pinkie couldn’t know. Could she? Spur then stood forward.
“Thank you, Pinkie. You’re a good pony. I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away like I did though, this was all my fault.”
“Are you kidding?!” Pinkie stretched out a hoof that seemed impossibly long, grabbed Spur, and pulled her into a hug. ”You and Big Mac were so hot and adorable together. And not many mares were able to tame his monster. Believe me, we’ve tried!” Both Spur and Big Mac were heavily blushing now. “And also, Spur. You reeeeeally need to talk to Applebloom before you leave.”
Applebloom looked up at her name.
“Huh? Talk to me about what?” She asked. Spur didn’t answer, in fact she didn’t even make eye contact with the yellow filly.
“Umm, Pinkie?” Big mac said, breaking the silence. “Which foals did you have in mind for the clubhouse?”
Pumpkin Cake and her father were both snuggled up under a blanket, sitting before a fire enjoying it’s warmth. She had her head resting on his foreleg, exhausted from the Running of the Leaves that they had been a part of that day. Pound Cake was upstairs, placing his new medal on a stand. Even though he was small, he certainly was fast. Nowhere near first place, but participation trophies were given to all the foals.
“How you feeling, Pumpkin?” Her father asked. She just snuggled more into his body.
“Comphy.” She said with a happy little sigh.
Mr. Cake stroked her along her side as her eyes closed. The touch of her fur was so soft, and the way she held close to him had the stallion feeling a little aroused. Keeping his hooves under the blanket, he slowly moved a hoof to her belly, making her giggle a little. Then he reached lower to her flat nipples under her fur and started to massage those.
“How about now?” He said with a whisper and a smirk.
She giggled and moved a hoof to hold his, and then pull it away.
“Not tonight Daddy. I’m really tired.”
“Oh.” He said, a little concerned. “Sorry Pumpkin, do...do you not enjoy that anymore?” He asked worried.
“No, nothing like that.” she whispered back. “Just… I’m really happy like this, with you. We can play the other games later.” She looked up at him with the most adorable smile. She was super cute and absolutely beautiful.
“Oh, look at you two.” Mr. Cake jumped when he saw his wife had just entered the room. “Oh, sorry! Did I startle you, dearie? I just brought you both hot coco’s. After all that running, I thought you’d like something to relax you more.”
Mr. Cake smiled at his wife, as did Pumpkin.
“Thank you, Honey bun.”
“Thanks mommy!”
Pumpkin closed her eyes again.
“Aww, you look like you’re all ready for beddy byes. Shall I take your coco upstairs?” She asked her daughter. Pumpkin shook her head.
“Na uh. I just wanna stay here more.” She said sleepily.
Mrs. Cake smiled.
“Oh, alright then, but not for too long.”
“Don’t worry.” Mr. Cake said to the blue mare. “I’ll take her up if she drifts off to sleep before finishing her coco.”
She smiled at that and then left to take Pound Cake’s coco up to him. Mr. cake then leaned down and kissed his daughter on the cheek.
“I love you, Pumpkin.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
Together they then cuddled up under the blanket and let the warmth of the fire wash over them before they both fell asleep together.
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
The train cart rattled from side to side as it traveled along the tracks at high speed. Near the back of the train was a single locked compartment in which a small filly was tied up with her hooves behind her back and a gag in her mouth, preventing her from making any cries for help. She watched as the Crystal Guard pony stood over her with his thick cock dripping precum as he poked it at her defenseless cunny. She wiggled at it’s touch, she was so wet from his preparation for this moment.
“A slut like you deserves this! All the horrible things you’ve done. I’m going to enjoy making you my whore, Cozy Glow.”
The pink filly with the arctic blue coiled mane made a noise that was indistinguishable through the gag, her eyes constantly on his stallionhood as it pressed against her underaged slit. Then without another word, he plunged deep inside her, making the filly tilt her head back in recoil. He started pounding away into her hard, again and again, holding nothing back, quickly reaching her cervix to pound at the entrance to her womb. She shrieked, squealed and moaned as he roughly used her, treating her as nothing but a fuck toy, grabbing her hips and spreading her wide, punishing her for her crimes. This is what she deserved, to be nothing more than a cock sock, a stress relief station for the rest of her days!
Cozy could feel her insides churning, her cunny aflame. She knew this feeling well, she was seconds away from that release. She looked up at the guard, his face alight with pleasure from ravishing a helpless filly when suddenly there was a click from the door and it was pulled open.
“Oh, for the love of… COZY!”
Princess Flurry Heart stood at the doorway looking at the guard who was almost balls deep into the filly as she’d walked in. The Crystal Guard immediately pulled out of Cozy Glow and then stood at attention. The young Princess didn’t even look at him, knowing full well that his erection would be dripping with both of his and the small pegasus’ fluids. She made a noise of disgust before addressing the gagged filly.
“What have I told you about doing this? It’s naughty!”
Cozy rolled her eyes and then removed a hoof from the ropes behind her back and then pulled out her gag.
“Geez, you can be such a buzzkill, you know that? Can’t you wait like another minute? I was so close… Unless you want to watch?” She said with a smirk.
“Eww, no!” Flurry said, disgusted. “Come on, mom is waiting for us up the front of the train.”
“Hmph, Fine.” The pegasus flew over to the guard and in her sweetest voice said, “Same time next week, Jarhead?” He gave a slight smile and then returned to standing at attention, with the Princess still in the room, praying she wouldn’t tell her mother about this. “And also next time…” Cozy’s sweet voice changed to a more annoyed tone. “Make sure the ropes are tight!”
She then slammed the rope to the floor and then walked out the carriage with Flurry, who still looked annoyed as she shut the door. The two of them walked side by side down the Crystal Express, with Cozy being just slightly taller than the Alicorn filly. While the princess was only six, she was almost the size of a filly twice her age. Cozy suspected purebred Alicorn’s grew faster than regular foals.
“I can’t believe you’re doing stuff like that.” Flurry said, upset.
“What? Having sex? I told you, It feels great!”
“But it’s so weird. You should be learning about love! That’s not love.”
“Golly, I dunno about that.” Cozy said with a smirk, switching back to her sweet voice. “I used to love controlling ponies and manipulating them into doing what I wanted with friendship and overpowering them, but after being imprisoned in a small cage in Tartarus and then in stone, I really learned that what I love is having ponies overpower me! Heehee!”
“But you’re still manipulating them to do that!” She yelled, causing the pegasus filly to look away annoyed. “Cozy, please. I begged mom and dad so hard to let you stay with us! I thought that maybe having a family who’d be there for you might help. I thought… I thought you having somepony you could call a sister might be good for you. Can’t you please just try and be a good filly?”
One Year Ago
Flurry Heart, Cadence and Shining Armor were walking through the Canterlot gardens, looking at all the statues. They had seen famous ponies, heroes, guards who’d given their lives in the field of duty, and now, they were all standing before a statue near the back, a statue with three of Equestria’s greatest villains. Tirek, Chrysalis and Cozy Glow. The tiny princess looked up at the pegasus filly who was encased in stone, the horrified look was scary.
“How was she a bad pony? She’s just a filly, like me.”
“She’s not like you at all.” Shining Armor said. “She brought Equestria to the brink of devastation when she tried to erase all magic. If the Princesses lost the power to move the sun and moon, Equestria would have frozen through an eternal night. Many of our cities and businesses would have shut down, earth ponies would lose their connection to the farms and would have devastated crops. Pegasi would no longer control the weather. It would have ruined civilization as we know it.”
“It’s true dear,” Cadence said in agreement. ”She also went and teamed up with Tirek and The Changeling Queen to overthrow Equestria. The same changeling who imprisoned me and brainwashed your father. With their combined power they were almost unstoppable. This was the only way we could safely protect our world.”
Flurry looked up at the stone filly again.
“But… she’s still just a filly. And she’s so scared. What about her mommy and daddy?”
“All… all records showed she had no family. She just appeared out of nowhere one day. She’d been faking signatures for years.” Cadence said, sounding a little sad.
“Well, I think she’d say sorry if she just had a family who loved her. You’re the princess of love mommy! You can teach her, can’t you?”
“Ohh Flurry. You’ve got such a sweet heart, but it’s not that simple.”
“But why not?”
“Because she’s evil.” Shining armor interrupted. “She was a traitor to our kind and she even tried to hurt your aunt. She doesn’t have a heart worth saving. Come, let’s go-”
“But that’s mean!” Flurry interrupted. “You don’t know! She could just need love, you taught me that love c… con-cures all.”
“Flurry…” He tried to reason with her but she wasn’t having it.
“I think I could help her! Foals shouldn’t be statues! They shouldn’t! Tell Auntie Twilight to let her be a foal again!”
“Flurry, that’s enough!” Her father said, raising his voice. “She’ll never be set free, it’ll free the other two aswell and they’d destroy Equestria. Is that what you want?!” He shouted.
“Shining!” Cadence cautioned her husband. But it was too late, Flurry Heart began to cry and in a spark of magic, the young filly disappeared with a pop, teleporting away.
“FLURRY!” They both cried out. But she didn’t hear them. The tiny Alicorn wanted to be away from them both and was just so upset. Tears were running down her cheeks at this point.
“It’s not fair, how could they do that to a filly? It’s not right!” She spoke aloud to herself.
The young princess had seemingly teleported herself into the middle of the Canterlot maze. The green hedges stood tall all around her, a few potted trees and flowers around the area and two benches were right in the middle, back to back. Flurry sat down and wiped her tears.
“It’s not fair.”
“Life never is.” A voice spoke from behind her. Flurry jumped and spun around.
On the bench behind her was a pony wearing a dark cowl, hiding their entire body. Flurry was positive they weren’t there a moment ago.
“W-w-who are you?!”
The stranger didn’t respond right away, instead they looked to the sky and she could see a grey mussel poking out from the hood.
“I am… a seeker of balance. I heard your cries and I do agree, it’s cruel what happened to the young filly called Cozy Glow.”
“Y-you think so too? Well… maybe we can talk to my Auntie together! Make her see right!”
“No…” The stranger said, who sounded like a mare. She lowered her head again. “Cozy Glow would never be accepted back after all she’s done, nor would she want to in her current state. But… I believe that you, little one, could be just the one to save her.”
“Really?” Flurry asked. “But what about-”
“Your parents will never love her as you do. They are hurt and struggle with forgiveness. You… are the only one who’ll be able to have her see the right way.”
Flurry was confused. Who was this pony? How’d they know so much?”
“All will be answered in time, Princess Flurry Heart.” The mare responded, startling the filly. “But right now, I have a preposition for you.”
“A what?” She asked, confused at the word proposition.
“A deal.” The mare said with a laugh. I can free Cozy Glow, and only Cozy Glow. If you are willing to make a sacrifice. Magic comes at a cost. At least, Dark magic does.”
The figure stood up and turned to face the filly, their face was still shrouded in darkness. Only the grey mussel being visible.
“I… What deal? I don’t have any of my toys with me!”
“Toys?” The stranger chuckled. “No, I require something else. Something only you can give me. And with it, I shall free the pony in stone.”
“What… do you want?” She asked nervously.
“Just one thing... Your innocence.”
Now Flurry was really confused.
“My innocence?”
“In another term, I require that which is defined as the moment of losing your innocence, or if you’d prefer, the blood of your lost virginity.”
“Blood?!” Flurry was now scared. This pony was going to hurt her!
“The blood of a filly when they lose their virginity is also that of losing your innocence. You’ll understand one day, I’m sure. It’s a mark of going from a filly to a mare. With the loss of your innocence, you might save another’s. So… Would you give up your innocence to save another pony who lost theirs?”
Flurry didn’t understand. What was this mare talking about? Her Virginity? Innocence? This was confusing. But she did understand that this would set Cozy free.
“Flurry!” A voice called from above. Flurry Heart looked up and saw her mother above, floating in the sky as she looked over the maze.
“If you call out to your mother now, the deal is off, young Princess.” The stranger said darkly.
The small Alicorn looked from her mother to the cloaked figure and then back again, she was in plain sight, why hadn’t her mother seen her? Wait, this stranger mentioned they can do magic.
“She can’t see us, can she?”
“Very astute.”
Flurry rounded on the mare with her, she was frustrated now.
“Hey! Stop using big words I don’t understand.”
“Forgive me.” She said sincerely. “So, do we have a deal?”
Flurry watched as her mother began to fly away and then turned to agree. She wanted to save Cozy and this mare said that Flurry was the only one who could, and she believed her. The stranger smiled and then flung her cowl in a circle around her. Suddenly the maze that was in daylight was now in darkness. The two benches were replaced with a cauldron. And the mare’s face was finally revealed. She was a Zebra. Her teeth were yellow and crooked, her left eye was all white with a grey pupil while the other was a normal yellow iris and black pupil. She was very scary looking, like the evil witches Flurry had read about in her story books. The cauldron only accented the fact, especially when it filled with a green ooze that bubbled.
Flurry turned to run at the sight of this mare, only to discover there was no longer an exit.
“Don’t be scared filly. I know my appearance might be frightening to you foals, but we had a deal, remember? Now, why don’t you come here, you might learn a thing or two about magic. I promise I won’t bite.” She said with a terrifying grin. “Come now, Magic’s not all unicorn horns and rainbow lasers, you know. Look deep into my pot. Tell me, what do you see?”
Flurry dared not move, and yet somehow found herself walking, almost against her will, and then flying up to look down into the cauldron. The green ooze bubbled and popped as wisps of green smoke traveled around her.
“I… don’t see anything.” She answered, a little confused.
“That’s fine, Princess, it’ll change soon. After you’ve provided your side of the bargain.”
Flurry gulped in worry and the witch threw her hooves in a circular motion. The smoke became solid and gooey and then grabbed Flurry around each of her limbs. She screamed and panicked as she started flailing and fighting, trying to get free as she was lifted and held over the cauldron. Was it going to pull her in there?
“Fear not, child. This is but part of the process. And don’t bother to use your magic, you’ll find it doesn’t work here.”
At that moment, Flurry realised she was right. She was powerless and being held against her will. She started to cry, scared for her life.
“Why are you crying? You wanted this, didn’t you?” She said with a hint of humor.
“Please let me g-go. I’m scared! I want my mommy!”
“Dear thing. Very well, I’ll get this over with fast. Just remember who you’re doing this for. A filly who was deemed a monster. A monster that you wish to save. Has that changed?”
Flurry sniffled again as she looked down. There was another smoke tentacle heading up between her legs that was turning solid. All her legs felt like they were wrapped in a slimy goo. It felt horrible. Was this really worth it? To save a bad filly she didn’t know?
“C-c-can she… really be good?” Flurry asked.
“If you’re willing to make a great sacrifice for her, you will save her soul.”
Flurry looked to the Zebra, who she just met, terrifying, old. A witch in every sense of the word that she’d describe one as. Yet she hesitated and then without another word, she nodded. The fifth tentacle then rose out of the pot and then aimed directly for her tiny cunny. Untouched and just a gentle shade of pink. The mare waved her hooves like a conductor, directing it towards it’s target. And then, it pushed into her. It was mostly an all thick goo like thing, but it still caused Flurry to let out a short scream as it stretched her, filling her tight little honey pot, causing the small alicorn worse pain than she ever felt before.
“Breathe, little one, and it’ll make the pain fade soon. We’re almost done.”
The thing pushed into her more and then she felt something tear inside her, bringing another scream from her. The tentacle inside her pussy began to pulse, making Flurry feel like it was sucking up everything from her insides and soon enough, the green tendril turned pink, going from the tip, all the way down to the cauldron, turning all the ooze inside the same colour. The now pink tentacle was wiggling inside her, sucking against her torn hymen, absorbing all the blood it could, rotating and rotation, squeezing out all that it could, making the filly feel really weird.
“Lost innocence is the purest ingredient in dark magic, and these days it’s almost impossible to find one willing to give it. Your pain will end momentarily Flurry Heart. When you next wake up, you’ll be in front of the statue you seek, and when you gaze upon it, you’ll free the pony you seek to save.”
Flurry closed her tear filled eyes as her hips started bucking against the thing inside her, trying to get it out, but it just pulsed harder inside her, making her yelp as if it hit a nerve inside her. She’d never felt so weird. It was so horrible for her and she never wanted anything to ever touch her there again! The zebra walked over to the black pot and scooped up the potion into a glass jar. The potion then turned white as she sealed it with a cork, then the mare waved her hoof again, walking away from the crying filly..
With that, the tentacles faded and Flurry was let go. She wasn’t ready to be dropped so abruptly and as she fell she saw she was about to land in the caudron, but it too faded and instead of hitting the floor, she fell into a deeper darkness. She screamed, calling for help, only to hear the zebra witch’s voice from all around her.
“If you’re willing to make a sacrifice for her, you will save her soul.”
And then as she faded to darkness, she immediately felt the ground beneath her. Flurry opened her eyes and grasped at the ground with her hooves, holding the grass for dear life. But there was no need. She was back in the canterlot gardens, safe on the ground in the sunny afternoon. She looked around, but the witch was nowhere to be seen. She remembered it all so clearly. She touched a hoof between her legs. Nothing. No pain, no blood, no ooze. Was it just a dream?
She then looked up and saw the statue of the Villains of Equestria, and Cozy Glow’s was cracking apart.
Present day
“You really think I can be a good filly?” Cozy said, sounding unconvinced. “Your father doesn’t trust me, Equestria hates me, what could I possibly do to change their opinions of me when they are all right?” She sounded hurt and angry.
Cozy had done so much wrong in her past that Flurry had a difficult time convincing her parents (after they saw a barely conscious Cozy had been broken free from her prison) to not immediately call for the guards to arrest her! Eventually Twilight arrived, sensing the magic shift from the garden and even her Aunt wasn’t convinced that Cozy could be redeemed. But Flurry reminded them all that they said the same for Discord. All he needed was a friend. Flurry was convinced that all Cozy needed was a loving family.
They eventually gave in and decided to try Flurry’s hopeful plan, and while Cadence had given her all to accept and love Cozy like her own, her husband wasn’t quite as forgiving. Not for a lack of trying, but the pegasus was always acting out and getting into trouble, seemingly on purpose. Thankfully for Flurry, he didn’t know that the pink filly had been having sex with random stallions in the Crystal Empire. For some reason she loved rough sex. Getting smacked on the flank, being tied down, getting choked. Flurry was horrified the first time she’d seen it, but now it was becoming a regular occurrence. It was like Cozy wanted to be caught.
“Please.” Flurry said, trying to reason with her. “I just want you to get better and be a better pony. I know you can do it, you’ve just got to stop provoking ponies.”
“You mean, stop being myself?”
Flurry hated to hear that, it sounded so cruel.
“No, just… stop doing naughty things. Can’t you try? For me? Please!”
Cozy Glow sighed and then put on her chipper innocent voice.
“Don’t worry Flurry! I’ll be a good big sister that you can look up to and then we’ll go get matching dresses made together so ponies know just how good we are!”
“Please don’t do the voice.” Flurry said, rolling her eyes. “It makes you sound ditin- disin…”
“Disingenuous?” She said for her, still in the fake sweet voice.
They had reached and walked into the front compartment where Cadance was waiting for the pair.
“Oh girls, there you are. I was about to send a search party.” Cadence laughed casually and then turned to the window. “Well, you’re just in time. Grab your bags. Ponyville is right ahead.”
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
Applebloom thrashed her head back, the intensity of the pleasure charging through her body was immeasurable. She moaned and screamed as the wet invader between her legs reached the deepest parts of her pussy like never before. Spur held her hips tight, keeping the squirming filly in place as she continued to lap away at her folds. The young farm filly was soaked in sweat from riding the other filly’s face and each time she fell forwards, she was held aloft by an invisible force, was it her own body locking itself up vertically, refusing to let this pleasure end?
The pressure in her nether regions had been building up for so long that she couldn’t hold back anymore. Applebloom came hard and squirted her cum right into Spur’s eagerly awaiting mouth. The pegasus’ tongue never stopped working as the pony above her came again and again, screaming an octave higher each time as the young mare beneath her brought her to such intense highs. And then out of nowhere, Spur kissed her! They held the kiss as the brown pegasus’ tongue in her pussy continued to ravage her, the two Spurs holding her still with a tongue in a different hole each driving her wild! It was the most incredible feeling and she never wanted it to end. She came again one final time and she held the Spur beneath her tight with her thighs and the other one with her hooves around her neck. As the Spur kissing her pulled away, she looked into the yellow filly’s eyes before it all faded away, and Applebloom realised she was alone in her room.
She laid there with a sigh, letting her bow that she held in her teeth fall to the floor. She’d been using it to stay quiet after her first orgasm had her moaning a little too loudly. Her hoof was still between her legs, soaking wet from masturbating herself to a finish several times, leaving her feeling exhausted. Her hoof felt nothing like Spur’s tongue did, but when she closed her eyes, she could see her. Feel her. She’d never felt such a strong emotion before, how did Spur make her feel this way? Applebloom threw off the blanket and the cold air hit her. She didn’t realise it, but she really was covered in sweat from vigorously rubbing away at her cooch for so long. She considered maybe she should take a shower before returning to bed.
The filly slowly walked over to the window and opened it. She looked out into the night over the fields, a few clouds dotted the sky but the stars were so bright and beautiful tonight. Applebloom wiped her hoof on her thigh, touching her smooth leg, remembering how Spur had held her there earlier that day in the woods. She then thought about the end of the day.
“You’ll see me at the train station tomorrow morning, won’t you? Before I go?” The voice of the brown pegasus said in Applebloom’s memory.
“Of course! I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye. But, I wish I didn’t have to.”
“Me neither, AB.”
Spur had then hugged the teen filly and looked like she wanted to say more, but instead turned and left for her hotel.
“Spur…” Applebloom said aloud, looking up at a bright star in the sky.
Spur was looking up at the same bright star in the sky with a frown on her face.
“Spur. You reeeeeally need to talk to Applebloom before you leave.”
Pinkie’s words repeated in her head again and again, it was so late at night, yet she wasn’t tired. All her bags were packed and everything was ready to go, except for her. Spur’s mind was awash with thoughts of Applebloom, about her feelings for her, how she shouldn’t be having them, how she shouldn’t have even acted on them even in the heat of the moment! And she certainly shouldn’t have kissed her. Spur sighed and flicked a single leaf out the window. Something she found in her mane after the fun she had in Whitetail Woods. She’d just wanted a fun romp with a real stallion for once, one said had to admit she was very attracted too. Yet she never expected to walk away with so much confusion, not towards the stallion, but towards his littlest sister, about how she felt, what she thought about her.
She was leaving though, she had to go away. Tomorrow she’d tell her, she’d just tell Applebloom that this was all great fun, it was wonderful, but that was it, that’s all it was supposed to be, a truly special moment between close friends saying goodbye. Nothing more.
Then why, why did that make her heart break so? Spur had to get some air. She turned around and walked out of the hotel with her key and headed out into the dark streets of Ponyville. No pony was around, which was good. She was alone with her thoughts but yet she wanted to distract herself. All around, she saw shops already set up with Nightmare Night decorations inside the windows. Spooky Cupcakes at Sugarcube Corner, Nightmare Night-Time Special at Sofas, Quills and Beds store, selling discounted straw mattresses. She kinda wished she could stay to see the festivities, but it was already too late.
Her new life awaited her with a job as a caretaker for exotic animals. She’d wanted this for so long, after the incident with Bloofy, she knew what she wanted to be and often sought wisdom from Fluttershy. She was all set to go and move on. But then… Why did she have to suddenly develop these feelings? Especially for a pony much younger than her. So inexperienced, so far away, so… wonderful and amazing.
Spur wiped a frustrated tear from her eye and stopped walking. Maybe she should tell Applebloom to not show up tomorrow, or maybe just blend into a crowd and sneak onto the train to avoid her. She couldn’t do that to her though. What was she going to do?
The sounds of digging interrupted her thoughts. Looking about, she saw no pony around, yet the sounds were close. Spur stepped quietly around the corner and saw a strange looking pony wearing a black robe with a hood covering up her head.
“Just a few more… that’s it...” The pony said, unaware Spur could hear her. She was digging at the ground with a hoof, and then planting a single red seed before covering it again. “Soon this little town will be ripe with all my special little seedlings.”
Spur had no idea what this mare was doing or why she was waiting to do it in total darkness. She took another step closer but a twig snapped under her. The mare turned to the sound of the noise and in a blazing speed that would have surprised even the fastest of the wonderbolts, she was pinning Spur to the wall of a house.
“Who are you? Spying on me, were you? Well you’re too late to stop me!” She said in harsh whispered tones.
Spur struggled to move or talk, the mare’s stripped hoof pinning her to the wall. Stripped? Spur realised she was looking at a Zebra behind the hood, her eyes glowing in the darkness. The zebra looked her up and down, then smiled.
“My my, you’re just a filly, aren't you? Barely old enough to be an adult. Well, I dunno what you are doing out this late dear, but you’ve clearly found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“I-I’m… Ugh! S-s-so...” Spur struggled to speak, this mare was pinning her throat so tight she could barely breathe.
“Hmm… you’re not from Ponyville, are you? Hmm, passing through perhaps? Visiting a friend?” One of the mare’s hooves touched against Spur’s chest. “Hmm, perhaps a love?” she moved the hoof off her chest. “Or perhaps... a lover?”
She then roughly grabbed at Spur’s pussy. The young mare immediately began to fight back at the touch of this mare groping her most private area. However black vines shot out from the ground and pinned all four of Spur’s legs to the wall, she attempted to scream in fear but another vine wrapped around her muzzle.
“Now now, you struggle... and there’ll be trouble. Now, let me ask you, are you a virgin?” The zebra then grasped Spur’s pussy again and held her hoof there. “Hmm, no, you’re not a virgin are you?” She moved her hand to the young mare’s belly. “You’re... so much more than that. Shouldn’t be surprised though, pretty little thing like you probably can’t keep the boys away, huh?” She removed her hoof and then turned away. “I think I’ll have some use for you soon. However, we can’t have you telling any pony about what you saw here tonight, can we? So...”
Immediately the vines holding Spur pulled her down to the ground as it opened up wide to swallow her. She screamed and panicked, fighting as hard as she could to no avail. Calling out for help didn’t help as she was still gagged by the vine around her muzzle and her tears filled her eyes as she tried to beg the zebra not to do this.
“Take a deep breath dear. It’s gonna be a long trip.”
The mare smirked as Spur disappeared into the dirt, buried over her head and gone from sight. The grass looked perfectly as untouched as before. She then looked at the key she took from Spur. It was for her hotel room.
“Guess I’ll finish planting my garden tomorrow.” She said, and then headed off towards the hotel.
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
Pumpkin Cake awoke to the sun shining in through the window. Looking about she realised that she was in her bed, curled up with her stuffed bear next to her. She didn’t remember leaving the sofa last night, only lying beside her father. She must have dozed off and he put her to bed. Slowly she sat up and rubbed her eyes on the sleeve of her yellow onesie pajamas with pink hearts on it. She didn’t remember getting her PJ’s on either that night. Her mane was a mess too but she’d sort that later. Right now she felt off. Listening, she realised that there wasn’t a sound in the house. Her brother was usually so much more active in the mornings and rowdy, or Pinkie was banging a pot like a wake up ceremony. Yet this morning, there was none of that. The unicorn filly grabbed hold of her stuffed bear out of paranoia for protection and then slowly made her way out of the bedroom. She was still very tired but being alone in the house seemed so weird. Keeping her bear close, Pumpkin checked her parents bedroom. Empty. The bed was already made. What time was it? Had she overslept?
Heading down the stairs, she saw no customers in the shop, so it wasn’t opening time yet. The smell of baked goods was everprecent in the bakery and because she was so used to it, she didn't immediately clue in that her family must be in the kitchen. Checking the kitchen she saw her mom taking fresh cinnamon buns out the oven and her father drinking tea at the table.
“Oh, good morning, sleepy head!” Mrs. Cake said, addressing her daughter. “There’s still some stuff on the table for toast if you’d like some?”
Pumpkin nodded her head and then went over to the table and instead of heading for the empty seat, she climbed up into her father’s lap. He scooted back a bit, and allowed her up.
“Goodness,” He said with a chuckle. “Somepony’s affectionate this morning.” He said with a laugh, not realising that she woke up feeling so alone.
Pumpkin held her teddy close and she rested her head against his chest, smiling and closing her eyes. She felt so safe and warm right there in her father’s embrace as he held both hooves around her, leaving his newspaper on the table. He then kissed the top of her head.
“You not get enough sleep last night, Sweetie Pumpkin?” He asked his daughter. She felt like she did, but yet she just wanted to sleep again in her daddy’s hooves.
“Where’s Pound?” She asked aloud.
“I’d like to know myself.” Said Mrs. Cake. “He went out with Pinkie Pie this morning to go get some more sprinkles for the desserts. I should have taken them ten minutes, tops, but they still haven’t returned. Oh, I hope there’s not a problem at the shops. We’re opening soon.”
“Don’t worry dear. It’s not like anypony buys sweets at nine in the morning.” Mr Cake said, still holding his daughter close.
“I’mma go have a quick look for them.” Mrs. Cake tossed off her oven mitts and headed to the door. “I’ll be five minutes. Keep an eye on her toast, Dearie.”
“Will do, Honeybun.” He responded as the mare headed outside.
Pumpkin heard the familiar clang of the bell over the door as it shut and then looked up at her father.
“Daddy. I’m sorry we didn’t get to play last night.”
“What?” he said looking confused for only a moment. “Oh, no no Pumpkin, you were sleepy and you know we don’t always have to play our games. Sometimes, it’s just as nice to hold you like this.”
They both smiled, and Pumpkin held her bear close to cover her face.
“I love you, Pumpkin.”
“Love you more, daddy!” She said happily.
POP
The toast was done, Mr Cake went to stand up, but his daughter held him.
“No, wait! I got it!” She said to him. She used her magic to levitate the toast out of the toaster and then brought it over to the table, dropping in on to her dad’s empty plate.
“My, my, you’ve gotten really good at controlling your magic.” Her father said, complimenting his daughter.
She giggled happily at his praise. She levitated a knife and then messily stabbed it into the butter, taking a far too big of a chunk before crushing it into her toast.
“Ah, h-here.” he said, taking the knife from her magic. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for sharp things yet. Don’t rush yourself! You’re already miles ahead of most ponies your age”
He then started spreading the butter and then jam onto her toast. She tucked herself more into her father's lap and then took a bite of her breakfast as he poured her some orange juice. She was so adorable that he couldn’t believe that such a cute filly was his own daughter. She was beautiful, adorable and her soft PJ’s were rubbing him in just the right way. She always loved to tease him like this. He looked around and saw his wife was still out. He then whispered into her ear.
“Hey, fancy a quick game before your mom comes back? Pumpkin giggled, but said nothing. “I mean, after last night I got all excited and... I’d like to continue where we left off.”
He then reached up to the top of her onesie, and slowly started to unzip it. Pumpkin gave no protest and even leaned back into his chest. She continued to chew her toast, but the smile of her adorable face showed her excitement. He unzipped it all the way to her belly and then reached a hoof inside, snaking his way down to her cunny. She shivered in anticipation.
Just then the shop door clanged from the bell as the door opened. The voices of Pinkie, Pound and Mrs. Cake speaking energetically were heard as Mr Cake snattched his hoof from his daughter’s onesie and fumbled with the zip. It was stuck! Pumpkin realising the dilemma grabbed her teddy and held it close to her chest, hiding her exposed body as the three other ponies came into the room.
“-And it’s going to be great, I promise!” Pinkie’s voice rang out. “Hey, Mr. Cake! Hey, Pumpkin!”
“P-Pinkie! How are- how was it at the shop?” He said, clearly stumbling in panic, trying to remain calm.
“Hmm? Oh, yes! Shop! We got them.” Pinkie said, pulling the sprinkle jar out her mane.
“Honey, are you alright? Your face is all red.” Mrs. Cake asked, concerned.
“Oh, it is? I must have drank my tea too fast. I do feel a little warm this morning.” He said, trying to play it off with a laugh. Pumpkin was drinking heavily from her Orange Juice, not looking at anypony, just trying to keep herself covered up. Pound Cake then ran up to his twin sister.
“Hey Pumpkin, guess what! Pinkie’s got a surprise for us!”
“Yep-perrooni!” Pinkie bounced excitedly. “Pumpkin, you know that old Clubhouse on Sweet Apple Acres?” Pumpkin nodded. “Well, they are fixing it up and… guess who they are giving it to!”
The filly didn’t know, but her mind was elsewhere currently, internally panicking.
“They are giving it to us!!” Pound blurted out, not even giving Pinkie time to do the big reveal. Pumpkin was shocked.
“We’re getting our own clubhouse?!” She said surprised. She almost dropped her teddy bear, but Mr Cake grabbed it in the nick of time and then held it against her chest.
“Yeah!” Pound shouted back. “Isn’t that awesome?”
“Can we go today? Can we, can we?” Pumpkin said excitedly.
“Oh, you can’t go yet, silly. It needs to be remodeled first. It’s going to take maybe a week. Can you wait that long?”
Both foals nodded in unison.
“Well, that’s great to hear Pinkie, but are the Apple family okay with this? Having foals playing in a clubhouse in the orchard?” Mrs Cake asked.
Pound and Pinkie turned to look at Mrs. cake, which gave Mr. Cake a good distraction. Slowly he slid a hoof behind the bear, feeling for the zip. It was definitely caught on her pajama’s fabric, but by unzipping and rezipping it slowly, he was able to get it fully done up all the way.
“Don’t worry. The Apple family have already agreed and have even said, if the foals need anything, they will be there to help.”
“Yeah, and remember what the Crusaders used to get up too.” Pound Cake said “It’s not like me and Pumpkin can do much worse, right?”
“That’s not a compelling argument, young colt.”
“We’ll be good mom! We promise!” The beige pegasus smiled up at his mom as she then gave in.
“Oh I suppose ponies need their space. Alright then. BUT, you still need to do all your chores around the home and keep your room tidy. If you can’t do that, you can’t have a clubhouse. Agreed?”
“Thanks Mom!” Pound said, jumping in to his mum for a hug. Pumpkin jumped down from her father’s lap, leaving her dad holding the bear as she also hugged her mom. Mr Cake smiled and then placed the bear on the table.
“Well, I think it’s time we get this shop opened,” Mr. Cake said, standing up and walking over to the sink with the plate and empty glass. Pinkie stood at a salute.
“Yes sir!” She then made her way to the front door, setting the sign to open.
“Alright. Pumpkin,” Mrs. Cake said. “Go upstairs, get out of those pajamas and make yourself presentable, then we’ll all get to work.”
The filly nodded and then ran upstairs, glancing back at her father as he started washing up. She then thought to herself about the clubhouse. Perhaps her and her dad could finally get some real alone time together.
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
The late afternoon sun was shining brightly over Sweet Apple Acres. The trees were cleared of most of the apples for the day but work still continued for certain members of the family. Big Macintosh was busily rebuilding the last piece to the former Cutiemark Crusader clubhouse, hammering in the new wall that he and Applebloom had put together. Though, mostly it was just him. Applebloom had been in a haze the last few days, ever since Spur left Ponyville without a trace.
She wouldn’t just leave town without saying goodbye. She wouldn’t!
The same thought kept running though her head despite evidence to the contrary. Her hotel room was empty, no pony had seen her and she’d left her key at the hotel’s front desk. Big Mac hammered in the last nail and stood back, admiring his work, but his sister was still holding up the wall, not even noticing that she no longer needed to.
“Applebloom?” He said, but she didn’t seem to hear him. The stallion sighed and then walked over to her, placing a hoof on her shoulder, waking her from her thoughts. “Look, you’ve been like this for a few days. Maybe it really is just as I said. Maybe saying goodbye was too hard for her and she caught an earlier train? It wasn’t the first one of the morning, you know.”
Applebloom looked up at her brother, he was trying to be sympathetic, but he didn’t know her like she did.
“No, S-she would have. She always has!”
“Sis, this time was different. After… what we did, it’s umm... it becomes more complicated. Try to realise that as painful as this is for you, she’s probably hurting just as much. But you’ve got to try and move on. For both of your sakes. Okay?“
Big Mac gave his sister a reassuring smile. Applebloom still didn’t truly believe Spur would just leave like that, but maybe he was right. Things were different this time. But that’s why she was positive the pegasus wouldn’t have left without seeing her one last time.
Just then and sounds of ponies approaching caught their attention. Big Mac turned and saw Pinkie Pie and the Cake family in tow. The stallion gave his sister a reassuring pat on the shoulder and went down to greet them.
“Hey ya, Big Mac!” Pinkie said enthusiastically. “We were just coming to see if you needed any help, but it looks just about finished!”
“Eeeyup.” The stallion replied simply. The clubhouse looked brand new. The fresh wood, smooth rails, glass windows that shined, it looked nice enough that they could charge rent if they wanted to. Big Mac worked hard on it to make sure Pinkie would be happy with the deal to buy her silence.
“Yeah,” Applebloom said, standing beside her brother. “It’s just missing the interior, but the outside is solid.”
“This looks amazing,” Mr. Cake said, stunned by how good it looked. “But are you really okay with our foals playing here? I mean, you worked so hard on it.”
“Aww, it’s fine.” Pinkie said, putting a hoof around both Big Mac and Applebloom’s necks. “It was all their idea anyway, right?” Both of them agreed with varying levels of awkwardness. “And besides, by the time the twins outgrow it, Big Mac’s foal will be taking over, Riiiight?” Pinkie gave the stallion a nudge with a smile.
“Well it just looks incredible.” Mrs Cake said as she looked up at the tree house. “And… you’re sure it’s safe?”
“Are you kidding?” Pinkie said, speaking for both the Apples. “This thing’s made by some of the best barn builders this side of Equestria! Of course it’s safe! Come on up!” Pinkie said bouncing up the steps.
Mr and Mrs Cake looked to Big Mac who nodded, letting them know it was okay. The entire family went up the ramp which now had a safety rail going all the way up, and they all walked into the room. It looked so different. It was bare with nothing in it, but there looked like there was so much more room than ever before. The twins wow’d at it as they ran in, looking around and checking out the view from the window.
“This looks incredible.” Mr Cake said in wonder. “How in Equestria did you build this all so fast?”
“Practise.” Big mac said, thinking back to how many times he’s had to rebuild buildings on the farm.
“Yeah, this place is great. But it needs something...” Pinkie said, tapping her chin.
“Well, yeah, like-” Applebloom started but Pinkie spoke right over her.
“Like a sofa!” Pinkie then dashed out the door and as fast as she left, she returned with a sofa and slammed it down into place against the wall. “A Wardrobe!” The mare again dashed out and retrieved one from seemingly nowhere. “A rug, a lamp, pictures,” With each word, pinkie was running out the room and bringing in various items of furniture and filling the room with them. The twins watched in awe with smiles as their new clubhouse started to look like a home away from home. The mare wiped the sweat from her brow and then turned around with a smile.
“W-w-where did you…?” Big Mac stuttered.
“Oh, just some extra things I've had lying around. So, what do you think?!”
“We love it!!” The twins cried out in glee, hugging Pinkie.
“Aww, well don’t just thank me.” She said, indicating to the apple siblings.
Pound and Pumpkin both turned and thanked Big Mac and Applebloom which brought a smile to both of their faces. This was the first time Applebloom smiled in days, but the moment the foals turned around, that smile was gone again, and Big Mac was the only one who noticed.
By late evening, the Cakes and Pinkie were returning home and talking about how incredible the clubhouse now looked. The foals couldn’t wait to go back tomorrow. However, on their way back, Mrs. Cake startled them all with a shriek.
“My goodness, I forgot all about bridge night.” The family sighed in relief, thinking it was worse than that. “I’ll see you all at home, dearies. I’ll be at Lyra and Bon Bon's if you need me!”
And like that, she was off. Suddenly Pinkie was the next to speak up.
“Wait, if it’s time for her bridge night, that means…” The pink mare jumped into the air and gasped. “That means Pound is late for Rainbow’s night flight, flying lessons!”
“Oh no! I completely forgot!” Pound said jumping in the air, flapping his wings.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there!” Pinkie said, pulling the colt onto her back. “See you at home, you two!” Pinkie shouted before taking off at high speeds.
Mr. Cake was then left alone with his daughter, and they both let out a chuckle.
“Seems everypony’s in a rush tonight.” He said, looking down at his daughter. They then both locked eyes and realised that they were finally alone.
“Daddy? Can we rush home quickly too?” She asked, laying the hint on thick with what she had planned. The stallion looked around and thought for a moment. They were still in the orchard and the Apples had left the same time they did.
“Hey, how about we go back to the clubhouse instead? It’s closer.”
“Daddy!” Pumpkin said a little loudly with a squeak, but her smile was impossible to hide.
He then took her hoof and then together they rushed back to the clubhouse. It was getting darker but still no pony was around. The stallion double checked that before going up the ramp and inside. It all looked so wonderful. The interior, furniture. All clean and brand new. Yet here he was with his daughter, about to defile it. Pumpkin squeezed her daddy’s hoof excitedly.
“We’re finally alone.” She said, practically buzzing.
She’d always loved their games, but they almost always had to stop, or hold back, or stay quiet. Here, on a secluded part of a farm where no pony was ever going to come at night, they no longer had to do any of that. Mr Cake leaned down and kissed his daughter passionately on the lips. She kissed him back just as hard and opened her mouth for him, his much larger tongue darted inside her mouth and dominated the little filly’s, making her moan in excitement. He then scooped her up and pulled her to the sofa. They continued to kiss with him brushing her orange mane back, pulling away and then looking upon his daughter’s beautiful face which brightened up the entire dark room. He left the lights off in here so as to not draw any attention to the clubhouse, in the miniscule chance that somepony might see it from a distance. He kissed her again as he trailed a hoof down to her tight cunny, rubbing gently against her soft flower.
“Oh, D-daddy!” She moaned gently as he touched her folds in a way that was making her wet and him very hard.
He kept it going, making his little filly moan and wiggy in his embrace. She was being driven wild.
“Pumpkin… can I… could we try to...?” He asked in a whispered breath. She opened her eyes to look at him, wondering what he meant.
She saw his cock getting harder and remembered that he’d told her that ponies had sex properly when the stallion puts his penis in a mare’s vagina, but she was still so small, and while his cock was thinner than most, his length made up for it. Though for a filly as young as Pumpkin, his size was still frightening to her. She wasn’t sure.
“I promise not to hurt you, and if it’s too much, I’ll stop. Okay?” He said, trying to appease her.
He’d been thinking about this since their first night together, her mouth was so tight around his cock, he wondered if he could even fit in her pussy. But that was so long ago and she’d grown since then. She gave him a nod.
“Promise to go slow?”
“I promise.”
He then moved away from her as she laid on the sofa, legs spread for him. He still held one of her hooves as she looked up at him very nervously. Her pussy looked so wonderful as he slowly touched the head of his cock to her pussy, rubbing it around, using her wetness to make himself slicker, he rubbed his shaft all the way up and down her folds, making the filly moan and bite into her hoof.
“Sweetie Pumpkin, you don’t have to stay quiet anymore.” He reached forwards and pulled her hoof from her mouth. “Let Daddy hear your moans of delight.”
He felt so turned on by his own dirty talk, but even more so when Pumpkin let out a moan, louder than he’d ever heard her before. His cock twitched up and then slapped down on her cute belly. He took his member in hoof and rubbed her juices around the tip and then returned it to her virgin folds. This was it, not only was he about to finally have his release that had been building up for weeks, he was going to do it by taking his daughters virginity, that had him trusting his hips and clenching his asschecks in anticipation, struggling to not blow his load over her small body. He then started to push against her, but it wasn’t going in. His flat head was too big. He tried rubbing it around a bit more, trying different angles, but it just wasn’t going in.
“Pumpkin, I need you to relax a little more, okay?”
“O-okay.” She said nervously, but she looked and felt no different, she was still tense with worry.
He leaned down to her face and kissed her gently, stroking her mane. She kissed him back and melted into it, finally relaxing proper. He then angled his cock right, and then plunged the head into her at speed. She screamed, clenching up tight, turning her head away and squeezing his hoof incredibly tight.
“OW! Ow ow ow ow! Daddy! Stop! It hurts!” Pumpkin cried out, tears coming to her eyes.
“I’m sorry, honey!” He said, stopping his advances.
Only the head of his cock was inside her, and he wasn’t sure if he’d popped her cherry right there, but maybe he had with just this much inside. She was a small filly after all. Looking at his daughter crying like this he was instantly filled with regret.
“Please, Daddy! Take it out! It hurts too much!”
“It’s okay, just give it a minute. You’ll get-”
“No...“ She said with a sniff. “I don’t like it.”
He felt his heart cracking, he’d clearly taken it too far.
“Okay, I’ll take it out.” He started to pull out but Pumpkin’s moans of pain stopped him.
“Ow ow ow! That hurts!” The small unicorn started to bite her hoof again to siffle her crying.
“I’m so sorry. I can’t-”
He stopped mid sentence. He’d heard something that sounded like a giggle coming from outside. It was a very familiar one. He felt the colour fade from him.
“Pumpkin, somepony’s coming.” Her eyes looked towards the door in fear and he tried again to pull himself out, but the filly yelled in pain once again, stifled by her hoof.
He then panicked and picked her up, still on the end of his cock which caused her distress, but he couldn’t think of that right now. The sound of hoofbeats could be heard on the steps leading up to the clubhouse. Mr. Cake looked around for an exit, a back door. Nothing! He could try the window but they’d see him without a doubt. Pumpkin pointed a shaky hoof at the wardrobe. He had no better ideas so he jumped inside. Fortunately it was still empty, so there was space to stand, but he had to stand awkwardly with Pumpkin still extremely tight on the head of his cock and only on his hind hooves, using one hoof to hold his daughter steady and the other to close the door silently.
The clubhouse door then opened and Pinkie Pie walked inside, she stood aside and following her in was Pound Cake. Mr. Cake was surprised to see them both here.
What was going on, wasn’t she supposed to be taking him to those night flying lessons?
Pumpkin couldn’t see what was going on, her focus was on her father’s slowly shrinking cock, giving her some relief. She still felt sore, but it was easing now. He continued to watch as Pinkie closed the door and then grabbed Pound Cake’s hoof.
“Told you we’d be alone here, didn’t I?” She said with a smirk. “Now, about your flying lesson!”
Suddenly she was reaching under him, fondling his small balls and kissing him. Mr. Cake froze up in shock. Every instinct was on fire, ready to jump out and help his son! But then he heard Pound moaning and kissing her back. Pinkie took him over to the sofa, his little peen growing. He wasn’t big by any means, but he certainly took after his father. Pinkie then sat him down and lowered herself to take his small cock in her mouth. He moaned loudly in pleasure..
“That’s it, hold nothing back, let your auntie hear you enjoy it.” Pinkie said, going back down on him.
Pumpkin looked up at her father in surprise. He was watching intently. His son… and Pinkie Pie?
The pink mare was expertly sucking away, rolling her tongue around, taking his cock and ball into her mouth and pulling on them, making the colt moan louder. A hoof was now slipped between the mare’s legs, touching herself as she dripped onto the rug beneath her.
Mr cake’s erection was growing again and Pumpkin was feeling it swell. The filly bit into her hoof and tapped her father's chest, warning him. He looked down at her and realised what he was doing. He patted her on the head, trying to comfort her and closed his eyes, thinking of being somewhere else, picturing his wife playing bridge, a card game, simple, boring. Not thinking about how amazingly tight his daughter’s pussy felt around his cock. Not thinking about his son’s moaning as Pinkie slurped his cock noisily like a popsicle. Those were things he certainly wasn’t thing about.
Pinkie then climbed up onto the sofa and sat over the colt.
“Come on Pound. Let’s see if you can break your record of three before we get you home.”
Three?! Pumpkin and her father thought together. The pair of them barely had time for one together, if that. Where were they doing this to get so much privacy?! How long had those two been doing this? Was this why Pinkie got the clubhouse for the foals? This was to be her new… love spot?
Pinkie lowered herself down onto the colt’s erection. He easily slid into her and while he might not have been in her too deep, the whole taboo of the situation had Pinkie shaking and moaning as she rocked her hips back and forth on his lap. Pound rolled his head from side to side in ecstasy as he moaned out her name again and again. It filled the room as did the sound of the sofa, creaking.
Mr. Cake couldn’t focus, he was trying so hard to stay focused elsewhere, that his grip on his daughter had loosened and she started to slide down his rapidly expanding pole. She bit into her hoof to keep silent, and with the other she tapped her dad’s foreleg to get his attention. Realising his daughters silent distress, he held her tight again, holding her still. He hadn’t gone much further into her and after being on the head of his cock for so long the stretching only hurt a little in comparison, but pulling out was still out of the question.
Pound Cake meanwhile was fluttering his extended wings on the sofa, the tips curling up and his face awash with pleasure. Pinkie loved seeing the tell tale signs of an oncoming orgasm from the colt and within seconds he moaned and thrust up into the grown mare as he was taken over the edge.
“Oh yes,” Pinkie said, lust oozing from her voice. “There’s my little Pound pound. Now, it’s my turn for fun!”
With that, the mare stood up off the sofa and turned away from the colt. She lifted her tail and showed off her dripping sex to the colt. Pound knew what he had to do as he pushed himself up, his cock still hard and while standing on the sofa, he plunged himself all the way into her that he could.
“Oooh,” she moaned in pleasure, her eyes half lidded as she looked forward in a daze, lost in her own lust.
Mr. Cake watched as his son plowed into the mare, their hips slapped loudly together on contact, and Pinkie's moans were picking up in volume too. Despite himself, this was really turning the stallion on and being pent up for so long had him ready to bust, even in this scary situation. His cock was still in his daughter and he was so close, if he came, maybe his cock would shrink enough to pull out of her. But would Pumpkin stay quiet enough? He hoped so. Without words, he started to move the filly up his shaft to the point of where he could feel his flat head pull on her. Pumpkin started to panic as she felt the pain spike, but her father was whispering for her to stay quiet. He slowly pushed back into her, by only half an inch till she went tight again. Lifting her up, he repeated this again and again with each time she’d stifle a yelp of pain, keeping quiet and unheard over the sounds of her brother and Pinkie yelling and moaning. The sounds of slapping flesh continued as the colt, still too young for a cutiemark, buried himself into the full grown mare who was making higher pitched noises, begging him to go harder.
Pumpkin, with her mouth still covered, was slowly getting used to the feeling the longer this went on. And as long as her father kept going this slow, she could take it. Hearing her brother and Pinkie just on the other side of this wooden door was making her feel very horny as well. The filly reached up a hoof up for her father’s, which he was already using to balance himself. Realising she needed the support far more, he held and squeezed her hoof while his other kept ahold of her waist to control his own thrusts into her body. The pair of them were moaning silently in their throats as Pinkie continued to bellow from her’s.
“Oh yes! Harder! Harder!! OOH!” She held nothing back, and nor did her tiny lover. And soon he was on the verge of cumming again.
“P-Pinkie! Ah! I’m- Oh, I’m so close!” He said, exhausted.
“W-wait!” She shouted. She then stepped forward, letting the colt slid out of her and then laid on the ground on her back.
Pinkie, unknowingly to her had just put herself into a position where Mr Cake could now see her cunt clearly and when Pound Cake zipped down, he could see them both fucking from the perfect angle. This made the stallion almost reach his limit. His son’s peen going into the mare while she cried out in pleasure, her legs twitching, spread wide, and from the sounds of it, she was approaching her own orgasm. Mr Cake was thrusting harder into his daughter now and despite how rough he was becoming, Pumpkin held on, she was getting so used to it that it was starting to feel pleasurable, yet she was sure she’d be very sore in the morning.
“Yes, Pound, do it!” Pinkie cried out. “Rut me! Cum in my pussy!”
Fluttering his wings, he lifted himself from the ground and started to fuck her with as many hard deep thrusts as he could, pounding into her from the air, not a single hoof on the floor, pulling himself down into her as he tried to fly away for extra impact. This was his and Pinkie’s favourite position, and in seconds, the two were screaming out in bliss as they came together.
Pumpkin was biting her father's hoof as she also reached her peak, after all the hurt, the pain, the fear of being caught, the pressure built up inside her from her father hitting every right spot inside her and she hit her own climax, making adorable little squeals from her fathers cock as it pulsed inside her. Mr Cake, couldn’t stop cumming after hearing his own son bucking the mare he called his Auntie so hard, and then finishing inside her. He felt pride that his boy was so good and as such a young age. His cum filled Pumpkin with spurt after spurt so fully that when there was nowhere else for it to go, it dripped out her almost airtight pussy and slid all the way down his shaft and down onto the floor.
He was breathing heavy and sweating from the excruciating effort of standing on two legs while holding and fucking a filly. He gasped for breath and felt his cock soften, shrink. He thought he could probably pull out without hurting her now. Shifting his grip to hold his daughter under her rump, he lifted her up and off of his cock with a pop. As he did so, he hit her clit on the way out which caused the over-sensitive filly to jolt with pleasure and let out an adorable squeal. Immediately the filly covered her mouth and her father's blood ran cold.
Silence. Did they hear that? Maybe they were too exhausted? Pumpkin looked up at her father, he looked down at her, both of their hearts racing a mile a minute.
Click
The wardrobe door opened. Pinkie looked shocked and then smiled nervously as she took in the scene before her.
“So… errrrr… enjoy the show?”
Thirty One Nights Of Nightmare Night!
Scootaloo sat in Sweetie Belle’s bedroom, inside the carousel boutique as she waited for her friend to finish washing herself in the bathroom, but she was taking her sweet time with it. Doing her mane, using products in her fur and Celestia knows what else. A trait she’d no doubt picked up from Rarity. The three crusaders were supposed to meet together to discuss the plans for how they would set up and run their cutiemark help business from the boutique, now that the clubhouse was no longer theirs to operate from. They were supposed to meet Applebloom here but she was late, and Sweetie Belle herself overslept, leaving the orange pegasus feeling bored, sitting only in the white filly’s room. Her bed was still warm from where the young teen filly had been sleeping not twenty minutes ago and her white pillows were still indented from where the unicorn slept. Scootaloo was sitting very close to it, innocently at first but then she couldn’t shake this really weird urge.
Ever since the sleepover at the clubhouse, Scootaloo had been having these images of Sweetie Belle’s pussy in her mind every so often. She’d spent nights with Rainbow Dash where the mare would be getting intimate with the young pegasus and all Scootaloo could think of while eating out her hero was how different it would be to do this with Sweetie. What does she smell like? What would she taste like? The filly takes such good care of herself but does she take as much care down there too? Scootaloo checked she was alone, and then casually felt the patch of the bed where Sweetie had slept. It was still warm.
Would it be creepy to try and smell her pillow? She wondered.
She tried to convince herself that if no pony knows, it wouldn’t be an issue. Slowly leaning down to the pillow, she dared herself a sniff. Lavender. It was definitely her scent. Scootaloo then rested her head against it and closed her eyes. The two of them had been tied at the hip together for so long, why was it only now she’d started to notice this stuff? Maybe cause her entire life she’d been infatuated with Rainbow Dash. And while she still loved being with her hero, her big sister-like character, she was starting to want more. Maybe she should go on this double date tonight?
Rainbow Dash had set up a double date with Thunderlane and Rumble. And while Scoots did like Rumble just fine, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted anything like a relationship from him. The mare had said that she should wear something sexy, but Scootaloo didn’t really have anything. She had a pink dress that she almost never wore, but nothing else that would work. Scootaloo sat up with a sigh, she needed to get Sweetie off her mind and maybe this was the best way to do it. Rainbow always said that a good stallion can always clear doubts of a fogged mind to make a mare see only what she wants and sometimes it was fun to spice things up.
The orange filly walked over to Sweetie dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mane was a mess, as she was accustomed to, and her face was as plain and makeup free as the day she was born. Should she try and make herself like sweetie belle? Pretty, gorgeous, undeniably stunning and so beautiful that anyone would die to be with her? Scootaloo pounded on her skull. there she was again thinking of Sweetie in that way. She needed to distract herself, find something that’ll take her mind off her best friend. Scootaloo randomly opened a drawer and stopped, stunned at what she saw. Sweetie’s socks and panties draw. Little pink and white striped socks that went above the knees, and white cotton panties with pink frills.
The image of Sweetie in her bed, wet maned from the bath, dressed in only these, giving Scootaloo the bedroom eyes just had her heart aflame and crotch on fire. The thought of it had her burning with desire to actually see it. Scootaloo lifted the panies and held them. They were so soft, so small. She could imagine they would be tight against her cooch making it look so smooth. Ponies didn’t usually wear clothes except on special occasions, so she wondered if these were clothes Sweetie had ever actually worn under a dress, while at a dinner party with Rarity. Then the idea of the unicorn in a dress, hiding these under it and being so innocent that she didn’t realise that clothes like these actually made you more desirable was just making he so-
Click
The bathroom door clicked open. Scootaloo leaned against the draw, closing it, acting all casual, only for the panic to set in as she realised she was still holding the panty’s and she quickly hid them behind her back.
“Oh, yo! Hey! Sweetie! Done already? That was fast! Haha.” Scootaloo said nervously.
Sweetie rolled her eyes, mistaking the nervousness for sarcasm.
“Haha, indeed,” She said with a smile. “I know I can take a while but Rarity taught me you can’t rush these things.”
Sweetie looked as stunning as ever. Her coat pristine, her mane curled beautifully, blow dried to give it that bounce when she trotted. Scootaloo started at her a little longer than she intended.
“What? Is something wrong?” Sweetie looked over herself. “Oh gosh, did I miss something?! Did I make a mistake?!”
She rushed to the dresser mirror to check herself over. Scootaloo meanwhile backed up and sneakily dropped the panties into her saddlebags by the bed, not knowing what else to do with them.
“What? No, Sweetie, you look stunning. Err, I mean beautiful! I mean... Na, you cool.” Scootaloo leaned against the bed this time, trying to be nonchalant. But there was a blush forming now that Sweetie began to notice.
“Scootaloo, are you okay?”
“Yeah, pssh, of course. Why wouldn’t I be? Hey! We should totally get this meeting underway right? Let’s go!” Scootaloo said, picking up her saddlebags.
“But, what about Applebloom?”
“Hmm? Oh... hey, you’re right.” The two of them had noticed that Applebloom hadn’t been too happy ever since Spur left town. “Yeah, we should probably go check on her first.”
“You think she’s still sad that Spur left us without a goodbye?” Sweetie said, a tone of rejection in her voice.
“Yeah, I dunno what happened with that.”
“I hope she’ll be okay.” Sweetie said sadly.
“Aww, Applebloom’s tough. She’ll be alright once we’ve got together, looked at cutiemark problems and then slammed a few of them problems out!”
Scootaloo was slammed hard against the wall as Thunderlane was kissing her hard on the mouth and fondling her through her dress. The older stallion touched her all over her body with such speed she could hardly keep up as she kissed him back. When Scootaloo had been set up on this double date, she never expected the night to go with her and Thunderlane getting paired off while Rainbow took his little brother and jerked him off with a hoof on the sofa while licking his ear. The orange pegasus’ pink dress was getting ruffled as the stallion groaped her and stuck his tongue down her throat. He then pulled away to let her catch her breath.
“Oh Scoots, you’re so damn hot! I can’t wait to cum inside you.”
Charming, Scootaloo thought to herself, but she went along with it anyway. She was so damn horny right now, she’d fuck just about anypony in sight, and while she wasn’t one hundred percent into him, she had to admit Dash was right. Spicing things up with a real stallion once in a while can be fun. Thunderland carried the filly to the bed and made her lie on top of him, his large cock poking at her butt.
“Hmm, I’m so ready for you. Take off that dress and show me how damn sexy you are!” He said, grabbing her hips and lifting the dress a little.
Scootaloo smirked at him and then grabbed the dress from the bottom and flung it over her head and to the floor. The stallion looked her up and down. Her glowing face, her chest with an adorable bit of chest fluff, and her soft looking white panties with pink trim that matched the dress’s colour.
“Damn, you’re so bucking hot! And I love those panties!” He reached a hoof to them and started to touch them gently. “You wanna keep them on, or you want me to rip them off with my teeth?”
The idea of anything bad happening to these panties was a big red flag for Scootaloo. These were Sweetie Belle’s and they felt so nice. And just knowing her was most private area was touching the same place as Sweetie’s had before just made the experience more erotic.
“Let me keep them on. They are... special.” She said with a blush.
“They must be,” He said with a chuckle. “So, who do they belong to?”
Scootaloo froze up.
“Huh?”
“Well, unless you have a last name I’m unaware of, I’m guessing the initials, ‘SB’ aren’t related to you.” Scootaloo looked at the panties, and sure enough, right in the top middle were the monogram of SB in pink stitching. How’d she not notice that before? “So, spill. Who’s SB?”
Rainbow Dash’s attention was suddenly drawn to their conversation.
“Wait, SB?”
“Yeah,” Thunderlane responded, teasingly. “Scootaloo’s wearing another pony’s panties.”
The orange filly was blushing really hard now, what was she supposed to say?
“Well, Squirt?” The blue mare said, joining in the teasing, her hoof never leaving the colt’s penis, who was now sitting on her lap. “You gonna tell us the story or what? I think I know exactly who’s they are.”
Dash no! Scootaloo thought to herself. This was so embarrassing. Thunderlane moved a hoof up and started to touch Scootaloo up through the panties, rubbing along the line, directly in the middle of her snatch.
“Come on, tell us. Or you wanna make a big mess in them? Though I’m sure that was your plan anyway, right? Cum in the panties and give them back?”
Scootaloo twitched on top of the stallion, the sensation of being masturbated through the soft panties was incredible. But did she really wanna ruin these panties with her own cum and return them later saying ‘these are for you, enjoy!’ ? She couldn’t do that. Sweetie was too innocent.
“Go on, say her name for us all to hear.” The stallion continued to rub her through the panties and it was driving her wild.
“S-s-Sweetie, Sweetie Belle!”
Rumble looked up at the name, he knew exactly who that was and how close the two of them were, the thought entered his head of the two of them exchanging panties, taking them off in front of each other and putting each other’s on, he almost blew his load into Dash’s hoof.
“Ohh, she’s your best friend, right?” Thunderlane quipped. “And why are you wearing her panties?”
“B-because… Mine were, in the wash!”
Thunderlane started grinding his hoof against her slit harder. Scootaloo’s back straightened and the sensations charged up through her.
“Ah ah, no lying.” He said with a smirk. Tell me the truth. Another lie and this…” he flexed his cock against her backside, “goes into your butt. So tell us, why are you wearing her panties?”
Rainbow was loving this, seeing Scootaloo getting teased was such a turn on for her. She continued to jerk the colt off at a faster pace, causing him to moan out loud with each tug.
“I-... I just… Thought it would be sexy.” The filly said, embarrassed to admit these things to a stallion who was, essentially, just a one night stand.
“And you are sexy. Just touching you like this is making me want to blow my load. And I might make a mess of those sexy panties unless I put it in you soon.”
“Wait, no, p- put it inside me. Please!”
"Oh, I will, but which hole depends on what you say next. Take too long and who knows, I could be seconds from blowing already. Okay?”
This stallion was having far too much fun toying with her emotions. She breathed out to stead herself, his constant rubbing keeping her on edge and vibrating against the tip of his cock that was pressing against her rump. She could feel a wet patch forming from the stallions pre cum.
“Do you... love her?” Thunderlane finally asked.
“What?!” Scootaloo asked back, surprised.
“Do you love her? Sweetie Belle.”
“I…” she hesitated. Dash was looking at her and listening very carefully now, and Scootaloo could see the look in her eyes, waiting for that answer. “N-no, I- I don’t love her.”
In that moment, Scootaloo felt Thunderlane remove his hoof from her pussy and she could finally relax and breathe, but that was short lived as the stallion pulled the panties to the side, making them feel extra tight against her snatch and then the stallion drove his cock into her asshole, making her yell out for going in mostly dry. Scootaloo and Dash had played a few times with that hole, so it wasn’t too painful for her, but the stallion certainly was reaching all the deep pleasure spots.
“Ow! W- Why!? I- I- I told... Ugh! The truth!” She cried out as the stallion began thrusting into her ass, bucking his hips into her.
“No you didn’t. I can tell when ponies lie. I’ve got a little brother who does it all the time.” He said, nodding towards Rumble who was quietly saying Rainbow's name again and again, warning her he was close. ”So, you’re being punished. Now why don’t you just confess? Tell us the truth and I’ll make this punishment feel amazing.“ He continued to push in and out of her backside again and again, making her moan aloud.
Rumble couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing the cute filly moaning like that and Dash’s hoof rubbing him up and down drove him to his climax and he began to squirt cum all over her hoof and up his own belly. Dash smirked and then wiped her hoof off on a dry part of his chest and then went to Scootaloo and Thunderlane on the bed. She kneeled behind Scootaloo at the end of the bed, looking between Thunderlane’s spread legs and watching as his cock plowed into her surrogate sister’s littlest hole.
“Well, Squirt, tell us.” The rainbow maned Pegasus said with a smile. “Do you love Sweetie Belle?” Rainbow reached around the filly with a hoof and continued to work on her pussy that had already soaked the panties, despite Scootaloo’s best efforts to control herself. Her mind was foggy, she couldn’t think of an excuse, no lie, no diversion. He ass was full, her cunt burning. She needed to cum, she needed relief and there was no other way about it but to admit the truth to them and to herself.
“Yes!” She screamed! “I love Sweetie Belle! I LOVE SWEETIE BELLE!!”
Thunderland slammed both her hips down and thrust his pelvis up. The slap echoed so loudly that it was only drowned out by Scootaloo’s scream of pleasure. And the second, and the third. Again and again he pounded into her sphincter as Rainbow rubbed her cunt, driving the filly to screech and then cum hard into Sweetie Belle’s panties. The shaking and buzzing of the filly’s wings caused the stallion also to cum like she was his own personal vibrator as he shot his load deep into her bowels. Scootaloo then collapsed on top of him, exhausted and so very full. Rainbow helped lift the filly off the stallion, letting his cock pop out and his virile seed to leak out her ass. Rainbow licked and sucked from the fillies ass, drinking as much of the stallions cum as she could before letting the panties cover her up again.
“There you go, Squirt. Only want your cum stains in Sweetie’s underwear before you return them, right?” She said with a wink. Scootaloo didn’t see it, she was so exhausted from the hard anal fucking and the following rim job, that she didn’t even notice she was being held in mid air. Rainbow smirked and then dropped her gently onto the other side of the sofa Rumble was still sat on. The colt looked at Scootaloo with the lust of a horny teen but Rainbow got his attention.
“Hey sport. You can look at her, you can jerk off over yourself again if you want, but you’re not to disturb her till she recovers. Got me?” Rainbow looked very serious. The colt swallowed nervously and then nodded. The mare smirked back. “Good, and if you really need some more action, you can join us on the bed. If you’re stallion enough.” Rainbow Dash then flew over to the bed and straddled Thunderland who was still erect. “Right, now it’s my turn!” She said with hunger in her voice.
Everybody had cum so far except for her and she wasn’t planning on holding back any longer. She began riding Thunderlane’s cock with intensity and being rough with him. He moaned but then he grabbed the mare, flipping her onto her back and proceeded to plow into her at high speeds, matching her’s. Each pony seemingly racing to see who can get the other off first.
Scootaloo watched none of it. Her eyes were closed as her hoof reached down to touch the soaked panties, rubbing gently along the letters ‘SB’. Maybe she wouldn’t give these back after all. Maybe she’d keep them for herself and only return them when Sweetie takes them off of her, with her teeth.
