Chapters Something Else (by Deus Foalt)
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…”
Author's Note
So, after Deus Foalt put actual effort into their short fic, I felt obliged to reply in kind. This is the result of that.
Sweet Voyeur
Sweetie Belle waited silently in the darkness of the closet. She tried her best not to fidget as she waited for the coming show, but it was hard to stay still when she was already growing so wet. The anticipation was killing her, but she knew she had to control herself, lest she give herself away before she even had a chance to enjoy what was soon to happen. She hoped her scent wasn't too obvious on the other side of the door, but she figured the two ponies who'd be entering soon would be too distracted to notice even if it was. Besides, how likely was it they'd notice her scent over their own anyways.
As she pondered this though, she heard their voices approaching and snapped back to reality. The approaching voices
"Ya'll are sure nopony's gonna be knocking at your boutique and interuptin' us, right Rarity?" asked the first mare in a heavy southern drawl.
Sweetie could almost hear her sister's eyes rolling as Rarity responded, "I already told you, dear. The Boutique is closed and locked for the afternoon. No pony will be disturbing out little liaison, so put all those thoughts out of your mind and come fuck me."
And so she did. From Sweetie's hidden vantage point, she watched as Rarity was tossed onto the bed and covered by the body of a certain farm pony. Sweetie watched as a hoof began to play at Rarity's pussy, spreading her folds for Sweetie to see. Inside the closet, Sweetie's hoof began it's trek to her own fertile valley, rubbing against her folds as she watched the mares outside making love. She wasn't going hard at herself yet, simply teasing her pussy in anticipation for the main event, once the mares outside were distracted enough with each other that she could be sure they wouldn't notice her.
It didn't take long before Sweetie felt safe moving on to phase two. Outside, she watched as Rarity flipped her partner over on the bed and began to lap at her pussy, the wild wails of the eaten mare telling Sweetie all she needed to know about her sister's oral skills. Shifting her focus to her own needs, Sweetie lit up her horn and grasped her favorite toy in her aura. The large, hefty, red and brown molted stallion dick hovered in the air as Sweetie positioned it at her entrance. Biting down on her lower lip and bracing herself against the wall of the closet, she slowly began to push the cock inside herself as she watched her sister eating out her friend.
Sweetie moaned as she girth of the dildo split apart her walls and filled her insides. She did her best to suppress her moans, keeping her vocalizations to soft whimpers as the stallionhood penetrated her. There was no way she was going to fit an entire adult stallion dick inside her little filly pussy, but she was determined to give it her best effort. Fortunately, she was soaking wet back there, the combination of her own teasing and the show being put on in front of her providing plenty of lubrication for the faux cock. Still, she was only able to get to the medial ring before it became too much for her to take. Figuring that depth was good enough for now, she shifted her focus to fucking herself with the toy. In and out, she thrust the cock back and forth inside her. Now she was moaning, quite loudly too, but luckily her sounds were still quiet enough to be drowned out by the cacophony of wails, moans, and wet squelching noises coming from Rarity's bed. Sweetie picked up her pace, pounding herself with the cock as Rarity fucked her partner with a strap-on, pinning the other mare to the bed and rutting her cunt for all it was worth. Sweetie gasped as she felt the pleasure build within her, before it broke like a dam a moment later. Screaming, Sweetie drove the dildo into herself as deeply as she could take as her climax wracked her body and sent her crashing to the floor of the closet. She lay there, panting in the silence, before leaping back to her hooves in a panic when the door to the closet opened.
"Well, looks like we have ourselves a little voyeur after all," Rarity stated, glaring accusingly down at her sister.
"Umm... this isn't what it looks like?" Sweetie attempted, unable to think up a clever excuse in the current circumstances. Maybe she could say she got lost on her way to her bedroom, and accidentally stumbled onto the dildo that was still buried halfway inside her pussy.
"Well, I don't see nothing wrong with Sweetie watching what we're doin," said the third mare. "Matter of fact, I think we ought to let her join in. Nothing like a little sisterly rutting ta help two mares bond. Least, that's what sis always says over at the farm."
Sweetie looked gratefully at the apple pony as Rarity harrumphed, but relented. Climbing onto the bed with the other two mares, Sweetie wrapped her friend in her hooves and kissed her squarely on the mouth, before starting her descent to kiss other places on her. After all, Apple Bloom deserved all the love Sweetie could give.
Author's Note
Someone asked me for a quick paragraph of Sweetie Belle masturbating in a chat, so this was me obliging with a real quick few sentences. The scenes get more detailed after this.
Overhearing Rarity
Sweetie eagerly listened to the noises coming from the room next door to hers. The loud sounds of feminine moaning, the steady pounding of the headboard against the wall, the masculine grunts of an unknown pony. She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. Rarity must have found another stallion for the night. Was it one of her Boutique's customers, or maybe a regular like Thunderlane or Fancy Pants? Well, Sweetie was sure she'd find out tomorrow morning at breakfast. For now, she had other matters to attend to. Moving her hoof lower down her body, Sweetie continued to listen to the sounds next door as she grazed her lower lips. She let out a moan as she teased herself, not worried about being heard over the rutting that was happening in her sister's room. She pushed her hoof deeper inside herself, the wet arousal of her sex allowing easy access to her own depths. Her breathing increased rapidly, in sync to the mystery stallion's thrusts, as she rode her hoof in desperate need for relief. Her other hoof moved to her clit, rubbing gentle teasing circles around the nub that grew in speed and force as her climax neared. Rarity's voice was growing louder through the wall, and Sweetie raced to finish alongside her sister. With a final thrust of her hoof into her cunt, she cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm wracked through her, squirting her juices out onto her bed. She brought the soaked appendage up to her mouth and licked her juices off as she listened to the sounds of Rarity's own peak cut through the night. As she drifted off to sleep, blissfully uncaring about her dampened sheets, she wondered if perhaps Rarity would let her join in one of these nights. Well, maybe she'd have to wait until she got a cutie mark for that kind of fun, Sweetie smiled as dreams of her and Rarity waited in her slumber.
Sweet Pancake (by LilSlipsy)
Author's Note
And lastly, here's the talented LilSlipsy coming in and adding their own short story to the mix. Easily one of the hottest things done to a pancake I've seen in the past year.
Sweet Pancake (by LilSlipsy)
Rarity’s breakfasts were always such a delight; they were half the reason for waking up in the morning. But after her food was ready and Rarity was elsewhere in the house getting ready for the day, Sweetie had other things in mind.
It started with an idea that she just couldn’t shake as she looked at the perfectly round pancake on her plate; white and oh so fluffy on the inside, with a soft golden brown on the outside. Her lips were already wet as she picked it up with her magic and held it above her head, slowly lowering it down until her horn pierced through the center.
“Mmppph~” she softly let out, feeling the warm hug from the freshly cooked food wrap around and tingle her horn with electric excitement.
It was just like she imagined and more as she softly stroked her horn with the pancake. Her eyes squeezing together and then slowly rolled back as a wave of pleasure flowed into her forehead. A few crumbs fell from above and got stuck in her fur making a small mess, but that price was well worth it; besides, that’s what showers were for.
Her breaths were becoming deeper and slowly turning into hot pants the longer this went on. Even her seat was starting to get damp from the flower between her legs dripping its morning dew. It tingled just as much as her horn did, but she didn’t dare reach between her legs to temper it: that would be cheating.
Instead she squeezed her legs together, tighter and tighter as she stroked her sexually fulfilling breakfast above. With a wet and electric pop her magic surged and a burning warmth went through her horn as it pushed her off the edge. “Mmmmmm~!” she squealed out as her brain basked in the orgasmic bliss that flooded through her head, only coming down when her magic finally cut out.
With more effort than she cared to admit, she willed her arms to move and picked the pancake from her horn. She bit her lip and eyes twitched a little as she pulled it along her overly sensitive appendage, until it finally was plopped back down onto the plate.
She licked the end of her hoof to clean a hot sticky substance never tasted before, staring at the magical blend of white and sparkly pink lines that now covered her pancake. She licked her hoof again.
Her own kind of syrup tasted so very sweet.
