Why Won’t You Molest Me

Sweetie’s Question

The question had been a simple one, just five short words, but ones that had Rarity sitting at the breakfast table and staring wide eyed at Sweetie Belle. Her precious, innocent little sister, had just asked her something that Rarity never thought she’d hear. Not in a million years.

Rarity had to make sure she didn’t misunderstand. She had to ask, “S-Sweetie, could you repeat that?”

Sweetie Belle nodded, but the look in her eyes was a little sad. “Why won’t you molest me?”

Rarity simply sat there, stunned. Completely, and utterly stunned. “Sweetie, do you even know what that word means?”

“Uh-huh, it means you’d do naughty stuff to my um, filly parts.”

Oh good Celestia on a cracker. “No, I am not going to molest you. I am your responsible, loving, and not abusive big sister. How could I ever do something so horrible to you?”

“It’s not horrible, it shows you love me more than anything else in the whole world.” Sweetie defended. “Besides, Applejack does it with Applebloom, and Rainbow does it with Scootaloo!”

Rarity leaned back in her chair. Shocked, stunned, and confused. Two of her dearest friends were molesting foals! How could they? That was just so vulgar. She’d dismiss it out of hoof entirely except, she recently had an experience that changed her opinion of a lot of things Applejack had done or said.

It was a quiet day and she was with Applejack at the farm watching the foals run around and get dirty. They’d gotten into the topic of all the things their sisters would ask them to do, or to help with. One topic was broached, and when Rarity asked if Applebloom had ever asked for anything weird from her big sister, Applejack replied, “Ayep, an Ah’d have said no except, Ah know these fillies, if we don’t help them when they ask, they’ll find someone else who will, and those ponies may not have their safety in interest.”

Rarity leaned back in her chair, looking at the downtrodden Sweetie Belle with new realization in her heart. She knew too, that if Rarity didn’t agree to this request, Sweetie Belle would go ask someone else, and unless it was one of her friends, who’d better say no on principle alone, Sweetie Belle would get herself hurt.

Sweetie Belle let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll just go ask somepony else.”

Rarity sat up straight. “Don’t you dare.”

Sweetie looked at her. “You won’t help me though.”

“I… I might.” Rarity couldn’t believe what she was saying. She swallowed hard. “I will do this for you, but you must obey my rules.”

Sweetie beamed up at her, ran over and jumped into Rarity’s leg wrapping her forelegs around it and nuzzling into Rarity’s flank. The feeling might normally be warm and loving, but at the moment it just made her feel uneasy and sleazy. It didn’t help that Rarity was also in heat and such touching stirred a part of her she told to sit down and shut up. She steeled her resolve.

Sweetie spoke quietly. “I’ll do whatever you say, just molest me please.”

Rarity leaned back. “Okay, here’s the two big things. One: you must never, ever, ever tell a soul we did this. And Two: do not ever do this with anypony besides me. Not ever, you understand, only I’m allowed to molest you.” She cringed at the last sentence but she shoved that guilt and pain down somewhere dark and miserable where it belonged.

Sweetie Belle replied joyfully. “I can do that! If you molest me, and make me sum like my friends I’ll be happy.”

“First off, of course I’ll make you feel good. Secondly, it’s called cum, not sum.”

Sweetie Belle squinted up at her. “That’s weird, it’s spelled C U M.”

Oh by Celestia’s shining ass, this was an awkward conversation. “It’s still pronounced with a hard C.”

Sweetie Belle sat down. “When are you going to molest me?”

Rarity hated this, she hated every moment of this, but she knew if she didn’t get it over with soon she might lose nerve. If she lost nerve then Sweetie would eventually go and ask someone else to do this. If she asked some stallion, the ways they could hurt her were too many to count. No, she would do this, and she would do this now. “Come with me, Sweetie, we’re going upstairs.”

“Oh, we can cum together? I didn’t know two ponies could do that at the same time.”

Rarity flinched. She sincerely doubted she would be able to ever orgasm with her sister, but she would fake it if it made Sweetie feel better. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d faked an orgasm, just the most awkward time.

She began leading Sweetie Belle upstairs. She didn’t want to do this. Every single step felt heavier than the last. Her heart was practically racing at this point. She glanced over at Sweetie. “Sweetie, are you sure you really want to do this now? Don’t you want to wait until you’re a little older?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Nope, I love you. I want you to do the things grown-up ponies do to me.”

Rarity felt her heart shatter inside. She could just ground Sweetie Belle, force her to stay inside for the rest of her life right? Then she’d never be able to be molested. At least, she could try that. She knew better than to think she could actually pull that off though. She knew how resourceful the cutie mark crusaders were, and not only would they break Sweetie Belle out, they’d find a way to get her molested too. Of all the things that Sweetie could have desired, why this one?

They stopped at the front of Rarity’s door. “Y-you know, Sweetie. It can hurt really bad the first time. Are you sure?”

Sweetie Belle looked up at her. “Scootaloo did say it hurt a little bit, but when Applebloom did it she said she didn’t feel any pain at all. I’m sure you won’t hurt me on purpose, and even if you do, it’s okay because it’s you and I know you love me.”

Rarity slammed her head into the door. She took a few steps back and groaned. “This is not fair.”

Sweetie Belle frowned. “I… I know I won’t be very good my first time. I’m sorry, it isn’t fair to you, but I’ll try my bestest.”

Couldn’t Celestia just smite her then and there? Before Rarity opened this door and did the unthinkable to her own little sister? To a foal who didn’t even have her cutie mark yet? Rarity reached out for the handle and began to turn it. It was heavy. Really, really heavy. She paused, she wasn’t sure she could go through with this.

Sweetie Belle nuzzled into her side and spoke, “Thank you, Rarity. I know this is hard for you. I was really scared that I might have to go to some stranger, and I wouldn’t know if they really loved me or not. But with you, I know for a fact that you love me.”

Rarity pulled the door handle down and opened the door. “I do, Sweetie. I really do.”

Once the door was opened Rarity stepped inside, Sweetie Belle walked in after her. The door closed shut behind her and Rarity used her magic to pull the curtains shut. Hopefully Rainbow Dash wouldn’t break in and cause any problems while she was… busy. Even if she did, she figured Rainbow had already… with Scootaloo...

Sweetie Belle shuffled in place for a moment. “Um, sis… w-what do I do?”

Rarity pointed a hoof at her bed. It was made lovely and cute and ready to be destroyed in a messy session of lovemaking. It was about to be ruined, once and maybe forever. “Go lay down on my bed. I’ll… get something to make this easier.”

Sweetie walked over to the bed. Rarity’s eyes studied Sweetie in a new light, looking over her small form, the tight round and small butt and the small petals that flashed at her whenever Sweetie’s tail moved. Was it her or did Sweetie’s marehood just wink? No, Sweetie was too young to be in heat right?

It didn’t help that Sweetie’s tail was raised slightly indicated that even if she didn’t know it, her body was already getting ready. Rarity took a moment to think about this logically. Ponies at her age did start to have their bodies change. In fact, Sweetie was going to be having her first heat cycle soon. Perhaps this was a natural evolution. In her own youth she’d asked her friends, or well, she had asked Applejack, to make out with her. They even fooled around a few times… but she did admit she had put herself into some very dangerous positions when she was younger, she was very lucky to come out unscathed in most cases.

If she could prevent Sweetie from putting herself into any bad situations like that then she’d do anything in her power to help. Even this most decrepit of acts. She walked over to the bed, watching Sweetie who was sitting down on the bed, her tail wagging behind her and her forelegs between her thighs and wiggling as if she was already…

Rarity stopped at the foot of the bed. “Sweetie, are you in heat?”

Sweetie looked down at the bed. “O-oh no… um… did I do this wrong?”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“M-maybe. I’m getting wet… and I’ve peed myself a few times.”

Ah, first heat already. This made a shocking amount of sense. “Have you done anything with anypony yet?”

“I kissed and touched my friends a few times. They tried to show me things but I always get scared.”

“But you haven’t gone to any other adults?”

“N-no, and after this I’ll only come to you when I need… um… this.”

Now that the horror of the act was starting to fade, Rarity was starting to see a new opportunity here. A chance to keep her sister safe, to teach her what she needed to know, when she needed to know it, and to slowly prepare her for the day she was an adult and had a special somepony of her own. As gross and horrible as this was, it was the best way to keep her sister safe.

It didn’t hurt that Rarity’s own heat was telling her she might be able to learn to actually enjoy this. A thought she tried to crush as soon as it came but at this point, she couldn’t entirely deny it.

Rarity climbed onto the bed sheet and only stopped once she was laying down in front of Sweetie Belle. She stared into those bright green eyes. Her eyes flickered down to what Sweetie was hiding behind her hooves. “Mind if I take a look?”

Sweetie Belle slowly moved her hooves away. “D-don’t make fun of it please.”

“I would never.”

Sweetie’s hooves came away trailing a sticky substance to them. Rarity swallowed. Oh, oh no, this was exactly what she was afraid of. As the scent wafted up to Rarity’s nostrils, the musk mixed in with a sweet honeysuckle scent and made her head spin. Sweetie was producing pheromones, and they were getting into Rarity’s chemistry and making her go a little crazy.

There was a damp spot on the blanket from where Sweetie Belle was sitting. She was totally wet, more than Rarity expected. Rarity looked back up at Sweetie Belle. “Well love, guess I’ll have to help you out after all.”

Sweetie Belle opened her mouth, likely to ask what she meant, but Rarity cut off any words she could have had with a kiss. She started slow, letting the surprised and frozen filly relax into the kiss first. The kiss slowly grew deeper, and it was clear that Sweetie had indeed practiced kissing. She wasn’t great, but she wasn’t clueless either. It wasn’t long before tongues were involved and the small wet tongue of Sweeties was so hot, so much hotter than she was used to. She wondered if all of Sweetie’s body was like a little furnace.

Rarity accidentally pushed Sweetie onto her back and once there Rarity got a clear view of all of Sweetie’s most private places. From the drooling petals to the tiny pucker, Rarity wanted it all. She froze at that thought. Her head was spinning with pheromones, and she was drunk on lust, she had to calm herself. She was disgusted with this yes? Yes, yes she was, she was a disgusting horrible, filthy slut who was about to fuck her own little sister.

And Rarity loved every second of it.

Rarity moved her head closer to Sweetie’s slit. Breathing in deep the scent of lust. Her own marehood was running wet with love juices at this point. She couldn’t help it, it was one thing for an attractive stallion to be in heat, Rarity could ignore that, it was when mares were in heat that she went nuts. She wanted to just devour all of her friends at one point, but had only succeeded in doing so to a few. Rarity could take that pent-up lust, and in time, release it on Sweetie. Slowly though, she needed to teach Sweetie first and let her body grow accustomed to their fun.

Sweetie was looking down at Rarity with wide, nervous eyes. “Um w-what are you going to do?”

Rarity licked her lips. “I’m going to eat of course.”

“E-eat what?”

“You.” Rarity’s tongue lashed out, from the bottom of that slit to the top making Sweetie cry out in pleasure. The flavor of honeysuckle and viscous fluids filled Rarity’s mouth. Her mind was lost to the lust at this point. She went back for a second lick, moving slower this time, and letting sweetie’s young body feel it as every inch of her marehood was consumed by that tongue. She flicked her tongue up at the top of Sweetie’s clit making the mare spasm. A third lick was quickly followed by a fourth. And soon Rarity was in a steady rhythm tasting all of Sweetie’s precious fluids and making her little sister writhe in pleasure. The moans, the gasps, all of it was under rarity’s control, and she was going to give Sweetie Belle the world.

After a couple of minutes Sweetie Belle let out an ear-piercing scream and her body went rigid. Rarity had precious few seconds to pull back as the filly’s first orgasm came with a burst of urine. Sweetie’s golden fountain spilled forth soiling the bed and Rarity’s chest fur. It was gross, but then again so was Rarity.

Sweetie Belle relaxed, her breathing heavy and labored. Her eyes half-closed. Rarity wanted more. She needed more. If Sweetie was done, so be it, but she wasn’t. Rarity climbed up to sweetie’s face. She waited for a moment, letting Sweetie open her eyes and seeing Rarity’s dripping marehood before sitting down over Sweetie’s face.

Rarity grabbed Sweetie’s horn with her hoof and moved that mouth to her nethers. “Now lick me just like I licked you.”

Much to her delight, Sweetie was a good girl and did as she was told. That tongue was burning hot against her slit. Going in deep and hard, perhaps too rough for a filly that age. Still Rarity was loving it. Soon her hips were gyrating with the tongue’s motions to bring about maximum pleasure. Each lick stocked the fires in Rarity’s soul and brought her steadily closer to a beautiful climax. Each thrust of her hips made her loins burn with added fury.

Soon Rarity too hit her melting point. She let out a deep guttural groan and let her hips thrust hard against Sweetie’s mouth as lightning shot up her spine. She shuddered and shook over Sweetie’s face, letting her precious love juices stain the filly’s muzzle. Only after her orgasm was fully done did she let go of Sweetie and lay down beside her.

Sweetie was breathing deeply, her eyes wide and her face stained with Rarity’s juices. Rarity gave Sweetie one last kiss on the lips. “Oh, Sweetie, I love you so much.”

Sweetie smiled at her. “I love you too. That was amazing. Was that sex?”

“Yes, yes it was. And I will show you so much more, but later, for now, let’s just cuddle.”

She held Sweetie close to her and let the young filly fall asleep in her embrace. The more her body relaxed, the more her lust faded and her normal, rational mind came crawling back. What it found was a scene of horror and disgust, yet at the same exact time, Rarity couldn’t force it away. It was too late now. She’d already done the deed, and made a promise she would have to keep.

The worst part was that she was deeply satisfied with this, and looking forward to where their newfound love would take them in the near future.

Author's Note

This first story, and indeed the series are inspired by that one picture for the cover art. From here though, you might see other inspirations.