Beyond The Goddess Within

“I’m telling you, it was a monster!” yelled Scootaloo, her tiny brown wings fluttering wildly, though still unable to lift her off the rough wood floor of the Cutie Mark Clubhouse.  “Then your sister and her friends were all jumping on him and kicking him, and Rainbow Dash looked so awesome!”  Scootaloo jumped to her hind legs and extended her forelegs, making airplane sounds as she let herself fall back on all fours.  “She was all errrrrrrrrrrr–POW!  And then she grabbed his nose with her legs!”  Scootaloo jumped to her forelegs and demonstrated, jumping her little behind in the air and slapping her legs together.

“Yeah right,” said Sweetie Belle, “Rarity would never get her hooves dirty doing something like that.”

“I know what I saw,” said Scootaloo, “how else do you think all that stuff happened to the library?”

“I don’t know,” squeaked Sweetie Belle.  “But it couldn’t be that.  I swear, you probably just got your cutie mark for making up stories.”

Scootaloo perked up and stared back at her gamboge-colored flank, but nothing was there.  Only then did the insult register.  “Hey,” she said, pouting her lips.

Just then, they heard a familiar voice approaching from below.

“Girls!  Girls!” yelled Applebloom, “Ah got mah cutie mark!  Ah got mah cutie mark!”

The two friends rushed to the open door when they suddenly remembered the last time they heard her say those words.

“Are you sure you don’t have the Cutie Pox this time?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“No, I swear!” said Applebloom, her hoofsteps clopping up the stairs.  “My brother and sister were there when I got it!”

Just then, Applebloom rushed in and skidded to a stop in front of them, sitting down on her hind legs.  Her mane, freed from her large ribbon that her sister had now tied around Big Macintosh’s eyes, flowed easily behind her in flowing red waves.  Applebloom was the same size as always, but strangely, she seemed more mature to her friends this way - especially when they first saw the red tongue printed on her flank.

“Wow!” said Scootaloo “It’s a—um—”

“A tongue?” asked Sweetie Belle.  “What does that mean?”

“Licking!” said Applebloom.  She trotted over to Sweetie Belle and, like a dog, zipped her miniature tongue quickly up the side of her face.  Sweetie Belle cringed, then felt weird when the tongue flicked off the edge of her ear.  She blushed as she felt the dampness on her warm cheek with her hoof.

“I—I guess that was a good lick,” said Sweetie Belle, “and I really like your mane!”

“Thanks!” said Applebloom.  She trotted over to Scootaloo, who was trying to avoid eye contact.  She started to move to the door, but Applebloom jumped in front of her, letting her tongue slip up the front of her snout.  As she left a trail up the middle of Scootaloo’s face, a tiny drip of spit fell from her dark nose, and she spat in disgust.

“Bleh!” said Scootaloo, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your breath smells real bad today.”

Applebloom felt a little hurt by the reaction, but she immediately smiled again when she remembered something.

“Oh, yeah!” said Applebloom, “and I can make myself grow, too!”

“Make yourself grow?” Scootaloo asked suspiciously.

“You mean turn yourself into a Big Pony?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Yeah—um—come here, Sweetie Belle, I think it takes two ponies to make it work.”

Sweetie Belle looked back at Scootaloo, who was shaking her head.  But Sweetie Belle couldn’t deny her curiosity.  She scrunched her face, then trotted back over to Applebloom, who was rolling on her back until she was leaned against a nearby wall, her head pressed back against some curtains.  Scootaloo sat down on her hind legs, tilting her head as she saw Applebloom help Sweetie Belle onto her back

“Here, get yourself right up next to me,” said Applebloom.

Sweetie Belle blushed brighter, then cuddled up to her.  Applebloom’s body smelled strange up close.  The familiar scent of apples was still there, but with it there was also something much richer and saltier.  Her yellow fur was also matted in places, forming coarse patches that rubbed uncomfortably against Sweetie Belle’s side.  Still, the young unicorn liked how it felt when Applebloom reached her left foreleg around her and pulled her close, tapping her hoof against her shoulder.

“All right,” continued Applebloom, taking Sweetie Belle’s right foreleg with hers.  “Now, I need you to put your hoof right here.”  Applebloom let her legs flop apart as she slid her friend’s white leg across her lap.

“Eww, there?” asked Scootaloo, trying to look away, but not entirely succeeding.

“On your wee-hole?” squeaked Sweetie Belle.

“Yeah, that’s how it works,” said Applebloom.

“I—I don’t think I wanna do that,” said Sweetie Belle, trying to pull her leg away.  “Rarity always says—” But Applebloom pressed down harder, holding her hoof against her yellow thigh.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that, okay?” said Applebloom quietly, her eyelids lowered. “Trust me, it’ll be fun.  Just touch me there, okay?”

“Applebloom,” said Scootaloo, “she doesn’t have to do it.  Come on, let’s go out and you can show us how you lick stuff.  Okay?”

“It’s not up to you, Scootaloo,” said Applebloom, Scootaloo taken aback by her tone.  “You gotta let her decide.”

“What’s gonna happen when I touch you?” asked Sweetie Belle, fearing the answer.

“Nothin’ bad,” said Applebloom, “it’s just gonna get a little wet there, that’s all.  Then I’ll start growin’.  Don’t that sound like fun?”

“Applebloom—” started Scootaloo.  .

“That’s enough!” said Applebloom.  “Now you just sit right there an’ watch, like mah sister did.”

Scootaloo sneered.  “Applejack watched you do this?” she asked.

“Now here, Sweetie Belle, just do it like this,” said Applebloom, sliding Sweetie Belle’s hoof between her legs.

“Oh, um, okay,” said Sweetie Belle, her body lifting up to reach further down.

As Sweetie Belle’s hoof slid down the inside of Applebloom’s thigh, she felt the fur beneath her touch get warmer and warmer until, at last, she touched something warm and sticky.  She never felt another pony’s marehood before; it felt much different than her own.  And sure enough, Applebloom was wet there - very wet.  Applebloom pressed her hoof down harder, making a little squish sound as the hard edge pushed the moist yellow lips apart.  Applebloom moaned, startling her partner.

“Are you okay, Applebloom?” asked Sweetie Belle.

Applebloom nodded, then hissed between her teeth.  Her breathing deepened, causing the upper part of Sweetie Belle’s leg across her stomach to rise and fall with every breath.  And with these breaths, Sweetie Belle felt her hoof slide up and down, digging a tiny trench between her friend’s soaking pussy lips.

As her body began to tingle, Applebloom lifted her right hoof from Sweetie Belle’s hoof and up to her face, directing Sweetie Belle’s eyes upward as she continued to rub her unassisted.  Applebloom stuck out her tongue and let the hoof drag up past it.  The more the hoof moved, the more it seemed to retreat back into her leg, the advancing yellow fur stretching out into a bizarre new shape that flattened and widened.  By the time Applebloom’s tongue reached the top, a thumb and five fingers wiggled freely, the foreleg below narrowing into a slender arm.  Sweetie Belle then felt a rubbing on her right shoulder and saw a yellow hand brushing into her soft white fur, squeezing her and pulling her closer.

“Unh!” cried Applebloom, her legs clapping against Sweetie Belle’s sliding hoof, causing more wetness to soak over it.

Sweetie Belle next felt her friend’s tongue on her cheek and found herself leaning into it, letting Applebloom’s tongue slip under her mane.  She looked back at Applebloom and saw she was noticeably taller, so much so that her little white leg was starting to slip out of her pussy, which was now wrapped by wider hips.  As little red nipples rose out of Applebloom’s cum-matted chest, Applebloom let go of Sweetie Belle’s shoulder and smacked the hand over her little white marehood.  Sweetie Belle yelped and cringed as Applebloom’s middle finger traced the tiny line between her dormant lips, then squealed when the finger retraced its path, teasing out a tiny squirt of translucent grey juice.  Applebloom leaned in and licked Sweetie Belle’s face once more, this time gently sucking the tip of her ear into her mouth.

Sweetie Belle felt her whole body begin to tingle as she felt more juice trickle out of her and creep over Applebloom’s finger.  The yellow pony smiled as she swirled her fingertip in the lubricant, gradually finding the point of origin where the lips reluctantly began to part.  Sweetie Belle bit her lip and raised her face to the ceiling, her hips shoving forward on their own to meet the finger trying to burrow its way inside.  As Sweetie Belle’s body started to rock back and forth, her ear flipped out of Applebloom’s mouth and her friend breathed words inside of it.

“Lemme in,” said Applebloom. “Ah think ah can make you a Big Pony, too.”

Just then, the finger slipped inside, sucking gently inside Sweetie Belle’s gathering moisture.  As Applebloom continued to lick her ear, she felt Sweetie Belle’s right foreleg, now tapping next to Applebloom’s belly button, begin to stretch down from an elongating arm.  With Applebloom now on her side, her breasts pressing against Sweetie Belle’s torso, she could feel her body begin to change as well, her changing form sliding against the sweaty crevice the two ponies had formed between them.

It wasn’t long before fingers flashed out of Sweetie Belle’s hoof, all of them stretching out, then clamping down on Applebloom’s crotch, playing in the wetness that pooled at her loins.  By now, Sweetie Belle had grown breasts of her own, their white shapes just a couple sizes larger than Applebloom’s, and she couldn’t resist grabbing them with her free hand.  As her fingers closed around the hardened nipple of her right breast, Sweetie Belle moaned and rolled into Applebloom, kissing her hard on the cheek, sucking the furry flesh beneath, and leaving a wet mark on her face.  Applebloom grabbed her own right breast and pulled it into Sweetie Belle’s, causing their nipples to poke, then slide against each other, their other hands still buried in each other’s soaking snatches.

Across from them, Scootaloo was still sitting alone on her hind legs, but the more she watched her friends change and slide down from the facing wall, the more she felt like she was sitting in something wet.  She blushed, her wings twitching erratically behind her kicking up an uncomfortable draft, and she found herself reaching toward the spot where her body met the rough wooden floor.  Never once losing sight of her friends, she was unprepared for her body jolting to her touch.  She moaned to the ceiling, but as loud as it felt to her, her friends were still too distracted by each other’s pleasure to notice.

Scootaloo brought another hoof down to her lap and twitched harder, causing her to lean forward.  Despite the efforts of her tiny wings, she lost her balance in this position and fell forward so that her face smacked against the floor.  The pain in her chin abated when she felt her buttocks pull apart, allowing both hooves on her forelegs to rub back and forth against her marehood, smearing the awakening lips against each other.  The more she rubbed, the wetter they became, and she began to feel her head drag forward across the floor as her body began its first metamorphosis.

As she slid in this position, her eyes were glued to the hooves at the end of Applebloom and Sweetie Belle’s long hind legs, their black forms wagging back and forth in front of her.  Drinking in the scent of their two stimulated marehoods, Scootaloo could feel an unexpected hunger begin to build inside her, and with it came the thought of putting those hooves in her mouth.  On any other day, the thought would have been too ridiculous for her to entertain, but as her hooves morphed into fingers that slithered inside her engorged pussy, those four hooves in front of her looked delicious.

Feeling her wings buzz, then stop, then buzz once more, Scootaloo could take it no longer.  She slapped her wet hands on the floor and thrust herself up.  In the same motion, she grabbed Applebloom’s left hoof in one hand and Sweetie Belle’s right in the other, then shoved her mouth down over Applebloom’s, letting the hoof wedge her jaws apart before her teeth bit down on the hard nail.  As her tongue flicked the caked mud off the bottom, her right hand started to rub Sweetie Belle’s hoof, smearing her cum all over it in anticipation of another bite.  Between her new long legs, Scootaloo’s marehood wept profusely, dribbling a long stream of juice out onto the clubhouse floor.

With the three friends fully changed, Applebloom sat up and released her breast to grab the back of Scootaloo’s head, feeling the rosy strands of her mane tremble between her fingers as she nibbled her hoof.  Applebloom’s other hand remained crossed over with Sweetie Belle’s, still working over her fat pink clit.  Scootaloo then sucked her mouth off Applebloom’s hoof, then shoved Sweetie Belle’s inside, nibbling the nail and covering it in her spit, her tongue taking back the cum her hand had lent her.  Sweetie Belle moaned, then yanked Applebloom by her mane to kiss her hard on the lips, grabbing her free arm around Applebloom’s back to pull her into her as tight as she could.  As the two fell back down, Scootaloo reached her left hand back between her legs, thrusting into her dark wet pussy as she nibbled on the wagging hooves of Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.  Scootaloo stamped her right elbow on the floor to keep balance and tried to grab a hoof with her right hand, but every time she tried, they’d slip from her slippery grip.  So she used her teeth to grab them, biting down harder on her prey.

It was then that Applebloom and Sweetie Belle came simultaneously, their pussies quivering over each other’s buried fingers pressed between hot furry thighs.  Feeling some of the cream flick against her mane, Scootaloo shuddered on her knees and came a few moments later, squirting a puddle of cum that landed some indeterminate distance behind her.

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom squeezed each other tighter, then relaxed their grip, falling apart from one another as Scootaloo inched forward like a worm and fell between them.  In this position, Scootaloo turned her head to the left and kissed Applebloom, then bit her bottom lip, letting sweat fall from beneath her mane and onto her friend’s face.  Behind her, Sweetie Belle brushed down the feathers of Scootaloo’s right wing, admiring the musculature that held them in place, then pressed her face against her wings to give them a gentle kiss.  Applebloom reached her arm around Scootaloo’s torso and Sweetie Belle brushed her left leg up against Scootaloo’s waist, and the three again began to rub their sweaty bodies against one another, stimulating their hardened nipples.

Eventually, Applebloom pushed herself downward and out of Scootaloo’s embrace, feeling Scootaloo kiss her on the top of the head as she mashed her yellow face between the pegasus’ humble breasts, grabbing them and squeezing their shapes against her ears.  Still holding them, Applebloom then slipped out her tongue pushed herself down, allowing her tongue to drag down Scootaloo’s torso, feeling Scootaloo’s hands press down on her head as she did.  The lower Applebloom moved, the more Scootaloo rolled on her back, causing Sweetie Belle to roll away to her right and start squeezing her own clit with her delicate white fingertips.  Sweetie Belle then sat up and watched as Applebloom got to her knees and reached under Scootaloo’s flank.  Her yellow hands slid up behind Scootaloo’s knees and she hoisted her lower body up, letting her legs droop over her shoulders.  In this position, Applebloom then rammed her face into Scootaloo’s snatch, letting her tongue get its way inside.  Scootaloo moaned loudly, her sticky fingers dancing in Applebloom’s messy mane.

Sweetie Belle moved down on all fours and got closer to Scootaloo’s face.  She loved watching Scootaloo’s face blush red, moaning loud enough that her jaws yawed open, revealing her beautiful teeth and her adorable red tongue.  Sweetie Belle leaned in and kissed Scootaloo on the cheek, then sat up and took her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together until she could almost kiss them.  Unable to reach, she turned her head to her left and kissed her left shoulder, feeling a shiver down her arm that made her breasts jiggle in her grip.  Gasping, she lifted her head up, then swung her left knee across Scootaloo’s face.  As she adjusted herself and began to sit down, Applebloom triggered something in Scootaloo’s loins and she moaned loudly again, causing Sweetie Belle’s unfurling pussy to vibrate to her voice.

In one quick motion, Sweetie Belle clapped her pussy across Scootaloo’s face, and instantly her torso craned back so far that her hands clapped down on Scootaloo’s stomach behind her.  Sweetie Belle moaned a high-pitched tone, then began to rock her hips once more, smearing her grey juice all over her friend’s face.  As Scootaloo’s tongue wriggled over Sweetie Belle’s lips, she made a quiet “yip” sound when her teeth grazed her clit, never quite biting her, but teasing it with the threat of such contact.  Applebloom’s right hand then released Scootaloo’s flank and returned back to her own pussy, stirring it between two fingers as the middle slid back inside.

Scootaloo lay helpless to the touch of her two friends, swallowing thick rich-smelling juice from Sweetie Belle’s snatch as her pink cream oozed out to splatter all over Applebloom’s snout.  Her body writhed and cringed, heating up so quickly that she worried her flesh would burn her friends.  It wasn’t long after this before another orgasm burst from Scootaloo’s loins, her bucking body causing Sweetie Belle’s thighs to smack against her ears.  Scootaloo then spanked both Sweetie Belle’s asscheeks and shoved them together, and the unicorn came next, causing more goo to gush out of her and rush down her hungry throat.  As Scootaloo swallowed, Applebloom’s tongue wagged deeper inside, and Applebloom finally came as well, releasing a stream of cream that landed on the worn throw rug behind the trio.

The three ponies were soaked from head to toe with sweat and cum, their bodies so completely numbed by the orgasms that they hardly noticed their bodies slowly return to normal size.  But as Applebloom lifted her head from Scootaloo’s pussy, licking more of the pink substance from her face, she noticed something different about her two friends.

“Your cutie marks!” said Applebloom, pointing a hoof toward her friends so quickly that cum shook off her hoof and onto the floor. “You got your cutie marks, Girls!”

Sweetie Belle, still sitting on Scootaloo’s face, looked to her left and Scootaloo pushed her off, both of them turning to look at their flanks.  A large pair of pink lips was now imprinted on Sweetie Belle’s flank, which, to her excitement, didn’t wipe away with the streaks of cum that surrounded it.  On Scootaloo’s flank, the pegasus saw a set of teeth shaped into a glistening white smile.

“Kissing!” said Sweetie Belle.

“Biting!” said Scootaloo.

“Who’da thought we’d find out our special talents just by making each other get big?” said Applebloom, taking a second to savor another drip of Scootaloo’s juice.  “We ain’t blank flanks no more!”

“You said it!” said Scootaloo.

“Buck yes!” squeaked Sweetie Belle.

“Oh no!” said Applebloom.  “I forgot, we’ve gotta go get tutored by Miss Cheerilee!  We better get ourselves cleaned up right now!”

The three nodded, then scrambled out the front door and down the stairs, racing across the orchard toward the Apple Family homestead.

“Last one in the tub’s gonna get her face sat on!” said Scootaloo.  Sweetie Belle deliberately fell to the back of the line.  The three of them giggled.

***

The three young fillies were no longer the Cutie Mark Crusaders.  That journey had finally ended.

They were now the Cunt Munching Cadets.