A New Molester Appears

Sweetie Belle had come up with a fantastic idea. One that she thought would be amazing, so she told the other cutie mark crusaders to meet her over at the tree house. Nopony was going to find them there and interrupt them. Not that she thought they’d stop them, but she didn’t want any adults joining in this time.

She was the first one there of course, and had to wait for the other two to arrive. It took some time but eventually they did. Both Applebloom and Scootaloo walked into the treehouse and looked at Sweetie with some anticipation. OF course both of them were leaking their sexual fluids down their rear legs, just like Sweetie was. Nothing seemed to stop this heat, but she heard heat only lasted a month or so, so hopefully they’d stop being so wet, hot, and horny soon.

For now though, she was going to capitalize on this fact. She grinned and pointed to the large, soft blanket she’d laid out for them. “Let’s all have a threesome!”

Applebloom raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

Scootaloo laughed. “Two sweet little fillies riding my face, I can get behind that!”

Applebloom shook her head. “Here I thought you had a plan for our cutiemarks. Oh well, I’ll accept this too. Let’s get started then.”

No hesitation, no worries, no problems.

Sweetie Belle climbed onto the blanket and Scootaloo and Applebloom took their seats in front of her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Applebloom’s, for a quick dirty kiss. A moment later she kissed Scootaloo, and then finally Scootaloo and Applebloom kissed each other. She could feel it already. Her body was burning up, begging for pleasure and release. These fillies were going to help her with that.

Something felt a little strange though. Almost like something, or someone was watching them. Looking around she couldn’t’ see anything. For a moment she thought she saw something in the corner. A large pink shape, but it was gone when she tried to focus on it directly. Oh well, she could ignore it.

Sweetie’s hooves reached out, rubbing each of her best friend’s flanks and feeling their tight muscles tense in her grasp. Scootaloo reached out and grabbed her flank in return giving it a playful squeeze. Scootaloo giggled. “You’ve a go a nice fat ass for a filly.”

“It’s not fat, it’s plump.”

Applebloom got a sly look in her eyes. She pushed Sweetie down onto her back and jumped up onto her. Using her ass to pin Sweetie’s chest down Applebloom grabbed each one of Sweetie’s ass cheeks spreading them open for the two of them see. “Nah, it’s fat, and we like it that way.”

Sweetie could only stare up at Applebloom’s sweet juicy nethers. Well if she was already in position. Sweetie Belle leaned forward, pressing her lips to Applebloom’s nethers and licking them. Applebloom groaned.

While Sweetie busy getting herself a mouthful of apple pie, she felt it as Applebloom’s tongue moved to her own pussy lips, lapping at it and making Sweetie’s body burn with desire. Scootaloo’s tongue came in next licking at her starfish and making Sweetie moan between licks. She was loving this.

It wasn’t long before the three of them were enraptured by the lust fogging their minds. Their little bodies writhing together. Tongues eating out each other’s holes. Their bodies lost in the endless pleasure of sex.

Sweetie wasn’t sure how long they writhed together like that. She was just lost in the ecstasy of her friends lust. In the smell of their musk. Of the taste of their juices.

Eventually she felt something new. Somepony was stroking her face as she lay on top of Applebloom, eating out her pussy while Scootaloo rode Applebloom’s face. Sweetie Belle looked up and saw they were no longer alone.

A large white alicorn was there next to her. Her long grayish-pink mane flowing around her like multiple tendrils. The look in her eyes was filled with a mixture of love, lust, and madness. Sweetie’s eyes widened as she realized who this was. “Princess Celestia!”

Bloom groaned beneath her. “Ah know Ah’m good, but Ah’m just starting.”

The other two hadn’t noticed their new arrival yet. Princess Celestia leaned forward and pressed her massive, hot lips to Sweetie’s in a warm, gentle kiss. Once she pulled back she smiled. “I’ve waited a long, long time for this. Princess Molestia is finally going to get to fuck you three silly.”

Applebloom and Scootaloo both looked past Sweetie Belle, now clearly seeing the princess of the sun, laying there, with her tendrils of hair, and more than a devious look in her eyes. There was no doubt in any of them on exactly what was about to happen.

Sweetie swallowed and looked at her. “P-please be gentle.”

Celestia reached out with her hoof again stroking Sweetie’s chin. “I’ll do my best, for you. I make no such promises for the other two.”

Scootaloo’s eyes lit up, Applebloom’s looked a little uneasy.

Well if they’d had any protests they were defeated the moment that Celestia’s hair whipped out, and began coiling around them. Sweetie Belle found herself lifted up above her friends. While Scootaloo was forced to be laying besides Applebloom, though with her head next to Applebloom’s ass and vice versa.

The tendril like hair seemed endless, it wrapped around Sweetie’s barrel, across all four of her legs, and even her tail lifting it up. Sweetie could only watch as a tendril of hair ran up her inner thigh up toward her already well used and soaking wet pussy. Celestia’s eyes were like two bright fiery orbs that nearly glowed with untold power.

The tendril of mane ran over her exposed flesh, and Sweetie was forced into a deep lustful groan as her body was hit by an electric pleasure. The tendril ran up and down the length of her slit, only pressing in just enough to make her moan and desire more. Her juices dripped down onto her friends below her as they were in much the same position. Tendrils of mane hair were already forcing their ways into Applebloom and Scootaloo’s holes, rutting them and forcing them into moaning writhing messes on the floor.

True to her word though, she was gentle with Sweetie Belle. The tendril merely massaging her pussy, dipping in only enough to tease her but not to fill her. Another tendril danced across her fat ass going straight to her pucker and massaging it as well.

The three of them were creating a chorus of moans, sexual noises and panting. The conductor, Celestia, the instruments, their bodies. She played them like the tools they were to her.

Sweetie looked at Celestia, trying to plead for her to go inside like she had the others, but Celestia refused to let her tendrils inside. Glancing down at her friends, she saw that Scootaloo had both a tendril in her pussy and one in her asshole too. The deep and loud noises she made were almost magical. Applebloom had a tendril slip into her mouth and then she was being fucked on both ends as she could only lay there wriggling against the tendrils holding her and Scootaloo down.

Sweetie felt it as the tendril began to pinch her little clit. She let out a sharp noise of pleasure as her body was hit by a furious wave of heat. She thrust her hips against the tendril, trying to make it do more. Her mind was losing itself to the fog of passion.

Celestia purred. “I thought you wanted me to be gentle.”

Sweetie Belle begged. “P-please go inside me. I want you inside of me.”

“I can’t be both gentle, and inside you at the same time, dear.”

“Fuck me hard then, just go inside please!”

Celestia’s eyes lit up. “No takes backsies.”

The tendril stopped teasing her clit, moved up to her pussy and then shoved its way into her hole. Stretching her pussy open as it dug in deep, writhing and wriggling all the way in. It just kept going deeper, and deeper, until it reached her womb and began bumping into it as it worked in and out of her.

Sweetie couldn’t relent, her body was on fire. She was burning with joy and pleasure in such high amounts she thought she might lose her mind. Her vicious fluids were pouring down her legs and onto Applebloom’s face and Scootaloo’s ass.

The tendril at her rear pushed in too. Sweetie gasped, her asshole was filled with the second tendril. Deeper, and deeper it went. The way the two tendrils rubbed each other inside of her body was too much to bear. She was losing herself. Those tendrils whipped and wriggled ruthlessly inside of her body. She couldn’t hold it anymore. She was going to cum.

She threw her head back and let out a loud scream as her body was wracked by a horrible orgasm. Heat and electricity were shooting through her veins. She couldn’t hold anything in as her body was hit by more, and more pleasure. The tendrils didn’t ease up, they just kept fucking her forcing the orgasm to double, and then triple. She was having a steady stream of hot flaming orgasms in a row, and her little frame was racked with too much pleasure.

She let out a louder, ear piercing scream as her body finally gave in. A steady stream of golden piss began spraying out down onto her friends who were in the middle of orgasms themselves. Yet even giving her friends a golden shower from the orgasm wasn’t enough to make the tendrils stop. They just kept going.

Celestia wasn’t’ kidding. She said she’d fuck them silly, and she meant it.

Minutes rolled by. Slowly going into hours. Sweetie Belle lost any and all sense of time as her young body was hit by orgasm, after orgasm. Her body lost into a constant tingle of none stop sex. Her friends weren’t doing any better. In fact Applebloom had been lucky enough to pass out, not that she was given a break, no even passed out she was still being fucked silly, though only from her pussy now instead of her mouth.

The three of them had all pissed themselves at some point. The scent of their musk, and urine filled the air. Applebloom and Scootaloo were laying in a puddle of sexual fluids and urine that was only growing out from their bodies as time went on.

Just as Sweetie thought this might actually be the end, that this might be how she died. In a writhing mass of tendrils and sex.

The door to the tree house was flung open and both Twilight and Princess Cadance ran into the room.

Twilights’ eyes widened. “I should have known it was you.”

Celestia looked at them. “Finally figure it out did you? I had to actually go out of my way to fuck these three for several hours before you did.”

Cadance was not looking at Celestia, she was instead looking at the fillies. “W-wow… that’s hot.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Princess Celestia… or Princess Molestia, whatever you want to call yourself right now, please stop this.”

“Why?”

“Because… because…”

Celestia laughed. “You can’t think of a single good reason for me to stop the lust can you?”

“Um… there will be an increase in babies being born. That’s why.”

“That’s a problem why?”

“I don’t know, just… can you put those things down. You’ve fucked them silly already.”

Celestia giggled, she lowered Sweetie Belle down and laid her on top of her friends. Then the tendrils finally pulled out of her body leaving her holes gaping open messes. The same thing happened to her friends. Leaving them all a mess of sexually tenderized filly flesh.

Twilight nodded. “Thank you. If you must continue this. Could you at least not be… well… too enthusiastic. I don’t know if those three will walk right for a week.”

Celestia shrugged. “I’m still feeding.”

Cadance licked her lips. “Me too, auntie. Maybe we should find a new batch of fillies to explore.”

Twilight glared at Cadance. “Come on, you need to support me on this.”

“No, I don’t. I could, but I’m not going too. Let’s just have Shining Armor come over and then we can all get very, very reckless.”

Celestia giggled. “I would love that. Let’s watch him fuck some foals.”

Twilight lowered her head in defeat. “Fine… but he fucks me too, got it.”

With that agreement out of the way, the trio of adult ponies left the tree house. Leaving an exhausted, gaping, panting, and sticky trio of fillies behind. Sweetie was left wondering only one question. If the mystery was solved, what was going to happen next?

The End

Author's Note

And there you have it. The end.

or at least the end to this series, and it's very loosely connected story elements. There may be more chapters in the far future that are separate side stories or stand alone but this right here is it for this.

So I'll be honest with this one. When this was originally commissioned as an idea I was like, yes, money, I like money. Then I started to realize that there was basically no real long form fiction on stories like this, and a lot of the ones I liked were either canceled, forgotten, or just stopped being updated. A particular one about Fluttershy babysitting Sweetie Belle comes to mind. With that in mind, I wanted to at least bring this story to a close of some sort.

However, with as easy as it was to write when I was passionate for doing something new, when I felt like I was finally breaking out of a preconceived mold, and fighting against what other people told me I was allowed to make art about, and yes, that was the easy and perhaps the most fun part of the development of this series.

The problem came when editing. Originally the once a week formula worked well, but work, school, and family caused some hiccups. Then there was another issue... my own interest levels plummeted.

Essentially, I stopped wanting to work on foalcon. It felt like a chore, or like a mountain of work. Because for as fun as it was in the beginning, the longer it went on, the harder it became to... want to make more of this.

I still find great value in what was made here, and as an art piece about an entirely fictitious species of alien ponies with magic, i can justify it, but at the end of the day it was still... well weird in a way.

However, I never want it to be said that I leave projects unfinished. Even if I have a sloppy ending, so long as it has an ending, it's better than leaving the fans, all of you who stuck with this to the end, in the dark.

So with this incredibly long note behind, I just wanted to say thank you for all the support, and if you want to see more from me in the future, be it foalcon, scat, dipper, watersports, or just something weird and unwanted by most people, you'll see it on here eventually.

Goodbye for now, and enjoy the smut.