Author's Note

So, that paragraph in the first chapter was supposed to be just a quick one and done, but then someone had to respond to the same prompt, but with actual effort applied to what they wrote. So here's what the wonderful Deus Foalt came up with regarding Sweetie masturbating.

Something Else (by Deus Foalt)

It was late. Not so late that Rarity would burst into her room at the slightest noise and chastise her for not being asleep, but just late enough that the endless fashion machine that was Rarity was safely sequestered away in her shop, sewing at this or that. This was Sweetie Belle’s chance to finally quench that burning fire between her legs that had started a few days ago…heat. It sucked, especially because Rarity wouldn’t let her borrow her ‘stuff’ (with permission, at any rate). But she still had her hoof…and her magic.

Carefully, Sweetie lowered her hoof down between her thighs, and began to gently prod at her slick entrance. Muffled moans could be heard from just outside the door as her horn lit up and began to gently tweak her tiny little clit. Things picked up bit by bit, strokes turning to clumsy shoves, and gentle magical squeezes turned to a cascade of grips and flicks, pleasure turning to ecstasy, sighs turning to whimpers, and moans turning to squeals, until:

“Mmnnngghhh…!”

Sweetie Belle collapsed back onto her pillows, panting as she threw her sheets haphazardly over her newly-sweaty, but satisfied, small frame. That last squeal had been a bit loud, and she could already hear Rarity’s footsteps hurriedly clonking up the stairs, and across the hall, stopping just as the door to her bedroom threw itself open.

“Sweetie Belle, are you alright?” Rarity asked, her brow knit with worry as she skipped over to her sister’s side. “I heard a noise. Did you stub your hoof, or—“

“I’m f-fine, Rarity,” Sweetie Belle panted. “Just…trying not to…laugh too hard at a joke I remembered. Guess it came out a bit squeaky.”“Oh.” Rarity’s expression of worry faded, replaced by a light sort of mirth. “Well…try not to get too riled up. It’s almost your bedtime, after all. And if you have anything else you need, I’m just a shout away, alright?”

“Okay, Rarity.”

Rarity smiled as she planted a kiss on Sweetie’s cheek. She turned to leave and walked away, but just when she was about to close the door, her head turned to the side, and she eyed Sweetie with a smirk. “By the way, sweetie…” she said, flicking her tail to the side a bit conspicuously, revealing her own privates, wet lips, winking clit and all. “I mean anything. I think you’re just about old enough to talk with me about…anything.“

Sweetie Belle blushed redder than Big Mac, but nodded. She thought she’d taken care of things…but Rarity’s sudden change in temperament had her thighs squeezing together on their own again. “O…O-okay…”

And with that, Rarity winked, closing the door before trotting away. Sweetie Belle stared straight ahead for a while, the image of Rarity’s moonlit pussy burned fresh into her little horny mind…before her tongue wet her lips, and she opened her mouth again, eager to take things further.

“R-rarity…? There…is something else…”