Smoldering Scales

Chapters

Frustrations
Treasures
Confrontation
Foalish Invitations
A Quiet Dinner
Rude Awakenings
A Satisfactory Plan

Frustrations

Inside her darkened bedroom, the snow white foal's breathing increased in anticipation as she stroked its smooth hardness. Grazing it with a hoof, she grinned to herself as she reached out, pulling it in to her body and holding it against her fluffy chest. She moved it up to her muzzle, and inhaled it deeply, taking in the strong, musky scent. She nuzzled it lovingly, poking out her small, pink tongue, tasting its surface, seeking out the slightly flared head, circling it gently. After a bit of teasing, the filly took the whole member into her mouth easily, ignoring the reflex as it rubbed the back of her throat. Suckling for a bit, she eventually pulled it out, a string of drool connecting to her muzzle. She admired it in the dim twilight of her room. It was a smallish dick, but for her, it was the perfect size. Reddish purple, and tapered, she held in her hoof a now very slick dragon member.

She reached out and kissed the head again, before trailing it down her side. A slight detour to her inner thighs, and she rubbed the moist tip against her small, undeveloped nipples. The dick left a thin trail of dampness, cooling in the night air and exciting the foal farther. She moved slightly more deliberately now, running the end against her ever so slightly damp marehood. The intimate contact brought forth a small squeak. "Spike." She whispered. "D...Don't. I'm just a foal, I'm not ready for..." She tensed for a moment, and then it pushed in halfway, the filly sighing as she felt her small snatch begin to fill up.

"Please pull it out. It's too big!" Her words feel on deaf ears. She found herself being fully impaled by the intruder, filling her tight hole nearly to the limit. She gasped at the feeling of fullness. The slightly wider base tickled her g-spot whenever it moved. She couldn't control her body as her snatch winked open and closed, rhythmically milking the shaft, pulling it in to her. Every contraction brought a small charge through her body. She kicked out a small furry leg reflexively, throwing off the blanket.

"Gods Spike, it does feel good." She started moving her own body against it, trying to drive it deeper inside her quivering hole. She rubbed her other hoof against her tiny clit, and just about lost it. "Damnit, just rut me, you dirty dragon."

As if in response, the dragon dick pounded faster, putting delicious pressure on her g-spot from the inside, playing across it with each stroke. The foal closed her eyes and arched her back as her small cunt erupted in pleasure, her small load of marecum nearly squirting from her, flowing over the rod inside her and drenching her leg. She gasped fast and shallow as she settled back to her soft cotton sheets, her hooves draped at her sides, as she recovered from the intense orgasm.

Sweetie Belle reached down between her legs, and pulled out the small dildo. She sighed as she brought it to her muzzle, and licked her juices from it. Furrowing her brow, she stared longingly at it, and kissed the head one more time. "Someday you won't be plastic, Spike. Someday very soon."

She reached down and carefully tucked the object under her mattress. The satisfied foal laid back, not bothering to collect her blanket. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She waited until the night air cooled her, as her mind wandered. Sweetie drifted off to sleep, her mind filled with thoughts of sex.

As sun trickled in the window, the white foal roused slowly. She had slept soundly, curled up in a small ball of fuzzy pony. Yawning, she stretched out, wandering out of her room and down to the bathroom. Scratching her slightly matted flank, she reached for the handle.

Locked.

Sweetie Belle narrowed her eyes. She didn't say anything. Turning around, she walked back down the hallway, and headed downstairs, her shoulders just a bit lower than a moment ago. Walking down the steps, her hoof caught on a white ball of fuzz on the third step. Her mouth opened wide as she sailed into midair, falling a few feet, before hitting the last step, tumbling head over tail and cracking her head hard on the floor.

From her upside down position, she saw Opal glaring back at her, annoyed at her nap being interrupted. "I swear, one of these days, I will end you." Sweetie shot back at her. Opal looked unimpressed, and nestled her head back in her paws for another catnap.

Sweetie sighed deeply as she fished a bowl out of a cabinet, filling it with oats and a liberal amount of cream. She wasn't allowed to cook anymore, for very obvious reasons. She ate quietly, watching the sun rise outside. It looked to be another wonderful summer day. With no school, Sweetie had the whole day to play. For some reason it didn't cheer her up much.

Putting her bowl away, the foal trudged back upstairs, trying the bathroom handle. Locked again.

"You gotta be bucking kidding me!" She slammed her hoof angrily against the oak door, denting it. Nearly instantly, it was flung open, and her sister popped her head out, hair in rollers and some sort of green looking facial mask on her flawless face.

"Sweetie Belle, what did we talk about last week? About knocking politely instead of banging like some savage?"

Sweetie lowered her head and looked away. "I'm sorry sis." Rarity just let out a little 'Hmph' and closed the door behind her. The foal glared at the door after she closed it. She wandered down the hall, walking past pictures of Rarity's friends, stopping at her favorite one. There was a large picture of Twilight, holding a book and smiling. But under it, as if added as an afterthought, a small framed image of Spike was hung. Sweetie moved her face closer to it, staring at the purple dragon. "She doesn't deserve you. You just waste your time on her, and don't even realize how selfish she is."

The white pony opened her small mouth slightly, and licked the picture, her eyes closing as she imagined it being the small dragon himself. She felt fluttery between her thighs, letting out a little sigh as she rested her muzzle on the portrait. "I would give you anything you wanted Spike. I'll show you how generous I can be."

Hearing a sound from the bathroom, Sweetie snapped out of her daze, and pulled herself away from the wall, walking to her bedroom. She combed her mane without the benefit of a mirror. "I guess I'll use the bathroom at Applebloom's." She sighed, getting the tangles out of her tail, trying her best to fluff up her matted rump. She just hoped no one else would notice.

Sweetie Belle felt a lot better after washing up in the Apple family's rustic bathroom. It was a little weird pumping water, but it was a nice distraction for her. She tossed her towel aside, rushing out to catch up with the other two Crusaders, already headed for their secret clubhouse. The filly had a lot on her mind, and was looking forward to spending time with her friends.

“…can’t believe she did that. Diamond Tiara is such a bitch.” Sweetie overheard Scootaloo say as she caught up. “Hey Sweetie, glad you could finally make it. Why the sudden interest in hygiene?”

“Sh…shut up, I just had a rough morning, okay? My sister was being really annoying.” Sweetie hung her head low, showing her general disgust. “And don’t get me started on Opal. That cat is going to end up a rug one of these days.”

Applebloom smiled, stepping in front of Sweetie and grabbing her hoof, lifting it in the air. “Cutie Mark Crusader Cat Skinners are a go!”

Scoots added her hoof to the others, and they all burst out laughing as they continued trotting to their clubhouse. “You wouldn’t really skin her though, would you?” Sweetie asked eventually.

“Well no, probly not. Unless it would for sure get our cutie marks.” Applebloom said after some thought.

“I mean, I wouldn’t really care if she were gone, just, I would probly be in serious trouble with Rarity.”

“She really is a pain. Why do you even live with her?” Scootaloo asked.

“Silly question. If I didn’t live with her I wouldn’t be able to hang out with you guys.” Sweetie Belle replied.

“Good point.”

The three foals came upon their well-used clubhouse, clopping up the stairs and settling down to plan their day.

Sweetie had a hard time concentrating on any of their planning. For some reason, the strange itch had returned to her inner thighs. It was nearly impossible to ignore. She thought for a moment of trying to reach it, but with her friends here, she simply put up with it, sitting in silent agony.

“Sweetie Belle….”

Applebloom waved a hoof in front of her face. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. “Huh? What were you saying, AB?”

“Well, we were talking about how you were zoned out for the last minute or so. Are you okay?”

Sweetie Belle was not alright. She found it hard to focus on her friends at all. Nearly all her thoughts were centered on her sex, as she felt a familiar warmth growing. She got up, making sure to keep her tail lowered out of modesty. “Actually…can I tell you both a secret? You have to promise not to tell anypony!”

Scootaloo nodded at her. “Of course you can. We’re your best friends after all.” Applebloom smiled at her, confirming their trust.

“O…okay. I have a crush on somepony.” Sweetie blushed, lowering her gaze to the floor.

Applebloom blinked at the white pony. “Is that all?”

“Well…it’s a little complicated.”

Both the other foals looked slightly confused. They waited for her to speak up.

Sweetie was growing a little self-conscious as the two other ponies stared at her. The silence grew uncomfortable. She eventually realized she was just going to have to fess up. “Look…it’s Spike okay? He kept coming by trying to hit on my sister and I sorta kept spying on him whenever he came by and…”

“Spike?! Serious?” Scootaloo was looking at her as if she were crazy.

“You know he’s a dragon right?” Applebloom asked her. “A BABY dragon at that.”

Scootaloo grinned at her. “What're you two gonna do, practice putting on his diaper?”

‘Why does that turn me on?’ Sweetie thought to herself. Shaking her head to reality, she held a hoof up to Scoots face. “Well at least I HAVE a special somepony. How long have you been chasing that dyke pony Rainbow Dash?”

Scootaloo narrowed her eyes and pressed her face close to Sweetie’s. “Special somepony? He doesn’t even know you exist, I bet.” She circled around Sweetie, stroking a hoof over her tail, which had raised itself high out of its own accord. “And here you can’t even control yourself when you’re talking about him. It’s kinda pathetic, really.” She stroked a hoof near Sweetie’s swollen marehood.

The white unicorn pulled away suddenly, glaring at Scootaloo. “Damnit Scootaloo, don’t go being weird again.” Sweetie walked towards the door. She sighed deeply, opening the door. “I’ll show you both. Spike does too know I exist. I’ll prove it to everyone. Just wait and see.” Sweetie barged out of the clubhouse in a huff, throwing the door shut behind her.

“Should we go after her?” Applebloom asked in a quiet voice.

“Nah, she just needs to figure it out on her own. A dragon and a pony…it’s never gonna work.”

Treasures

Racing through the Ponyville streets, Sweetie blinked back tears. She knew she shouldn’t have told them. No one was going to understand her. There was really only one place she could even think of to head to. She ran through the summer day, headed towards the Library, just as she’d done many times in the past. Sweetie often would try to fool herself why she kept returning there. But in the end, she knew damn well why.

As she approached the heavy door, she found herself tingling in anticipation. Sometimes he would answer it. And for that singular glorious moment, she could talk to him and take in his presence. Today she met only disappointment, as Twilight answered the door, a large smile on her face.

“Sweetie Belle! So glad to see you back. What brings you here today?” The perky purple pony asked her.

Sweetie had a hard time not rolling her eyes. She dealt with this on a regular basis. Due to her frequent trips to the Library, Twilight had assumed Sweetie had some sort of obsession with books, and it seemed to delight the unicorn to no end. “Oh, hey Twilight, um, just here looking for a book…”

“Well of course! This is a library after all.” Twilight poked her in the ribs. Sweetie tried not to gag. Twilight led her inside. “Now, what are you looking for? Are you going to be continuing the series on ancient Crystal pony dialects?”

“Uhhh…not today. Let’s um, go with something about Griffon etiquette and society.”

“Oh! Because of Gilda I guess? Well I’m sure I have something, that’s going to be in the back room though. Here, come inside and wait, I’ll go get it.” The pony librarian opened a door and walked into the back, leaving her alone in the large, book lined room.

Sweetie Belle waited a moment for Twilight to disappear from view. Wasting no time, she quietly crept up the wooden stairs, stealing up to the bedroom. She knew right where it was. A small little bed, barely fit for a dog. The foal still didn’t like that he slept in such an unfitting spot. Almost like he was a pet. She did find it rather cute though. She reminded herself she didn’t have much time. Glancing to the steps quickly, she reached her head into the covers, and breathed in deeply.

It was all she could do to stay in control of her senses. The smell was overpowering. The bedding hadn’t been washed recently, and a strong musk of dragon was still in the sheets, so unlike other ponies. It had an almost fiery, exotic note to it, almost like cinnamon. She nuzzled it joyfully, worming her way under the covers and rubbing it on her body. In her throes, her back poked something solid in the bottom of the basket, and she blinked back to reality, examining her find.

It was a scale. At only a couple inches long, and barely a half inch wide, it was long and narrow, perhaps from his tail. She held her treasure up, looking at it through the light. It was nearly translucent, almost resembling a fingernail in density, although it was in reality much tougher. Sweetie smiled widely at her find, picturing the scale as falling from him perhaps when he was pleasuring himself in this very bed. She ran it along her smooth stomach and between her tiny breasts, gently teasing the flesh with the rounded tip. Sweetie held the blanket to her muzzle and snorted it deeply, almost getting a high off the combined sensations.

She touched the rounded tip to her young cunt. Already the filly was wet, her clit winking a lewd invitation. Tickling the clit with the tip of the scale nearly made her cum on the spot, and it was all she could do to hold back her squeals of delight.

“Sweetie!”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes opened wildly at her name. She calmed herself as she realized Twilight was still downstairs. She couldn’t see her yet. “Uh…y…yah Twilight?”

“Well did you want etiquette or social norms? They’re both pretty similar, I mean, I guess you could take both, but that would be a lot to read and I’m not sure if you would want…”

The white foal tuned her out. She was gyrating her hips slowly now, running the smooth scale over her clit quickly. Her legs twitched at the welcome pleasure, as it travelled through her midsection and worked its way to the back of her neck, making her coat stand on end. Sweetie raised her hips and clopped at her clit for all she was worth, gritting her teeth at the nearing orgasm. Holding the blanket to her mouth, she muffled the soft moans as she came, a sudden, shuddering orgasm. Her filly juices dripped down the base of her tail, leaving a small wet spot on the blanket.

Sweetie suddenly heard hoofsteps on the stairs. ‘Oh crap!’ She screamed to herself. She scrambled out of the small bed, trying to arrange the disheveled covers. She still held the scale. Sweetie wanted it, but had no good place to hide it. Hearing Twilight near the top of the steps, she reached back and inserted it into her now very juicy little snatch, sighing a bit at the cold smoothness entering her. She pulled her hoof away just as Twilight topped the stairs.

“Uh, are you okay Sweetie? I found the book you were after.” Twilight eyed her oddly. “You look a little flushed.”

“Oh, yah, that’s why I was going to come up here and…open up a window. Yah! Cause it was so, you know, stuffy, in there and, yah…”

“Ooookay. Well anyways, here’s that book.” She held out a well-worn red tome with some elaborate writing on the front. “Make sure you return it.”

“Don’t worry Twi, I will.” Sweetie accepted the book, holding it in one hoof. “And thanks, you’ve been a big help.” The little foal couldn’t help but blush some more as she tried to look at the ground, avoiding Twilight’s gaze. She carefully walked down the stairs, feeling the coolness of the scale rubbing her just right as she tried to keep it nestled inside her. “Thanks again for the book, Twilight!” She shouted back as she walked out the door.

Sweetie could hardly contain herself as she walked back home. She tried trotting a bit, sighing at how the scale moved inside her. Just the knowledge she had a piece of him inside of her was sending her brain into overdrive. And even though she had just gotten off merely ten minutes earlier, she secretly hoped Rarity wouldn’t be home so she could play with her new toy again.

Confrontation

"Sweetie Belle! Get the door, will you? I have my hooves full here and I'm expecting an important delivery."

Grumbling, Sweetie trudged across Rarity's large showroom. She hadn't gotten any time to herself all day, and was feeling especially 'itchy' today. As she opened the large heavy door, her mood immediately perked up as she was greeted by Twilight's number one assistant.

"Sp...Spike! I completely didn't expect to see you today. Come in." She said, smiling widely. As Spike walked past, she smoothed her mane as well as she could, mentally reminding herself to keep her voice from squeaking. "I heard you had something for Rarity. I can take it from you though." Sweetie said softly, walking past the purple dragon and brushing his arm with her silken tail.

Spike giggled slightly as the fluffy tail tickled him, delighting the foal. "Oh nah, that's alright Sweetie. I sort of wanted to give it to her myself."

Sweetie lowered her brow slightly. "Why? What is it anyways?"

"Oh just some reference drawings from some old books." Spike held out the tracings Twilight had made. It showed ponies wearing all too elaborate evening wear and powdered wigs. "I uh, guess ponies used to dress like this?"

The white foal really couldn’t care less about the drawings. She pretended to examine them, but merely stepped closer to Spike. She gazed down between his outstretched arms, eyeing his smooth chest and stomach. She always wondered what scales were like to have instead of fur. Her own coat was as soft as a feather. Sweetie often imagined what the hard scales would feel like against her.

"Uh Sweetie..." Spike reached out a claw and waved it in front of her face.

She shook her head slightly, blushing. "Sorry, I was thinking of something."

“Well…could I go see your sister then?”

“I guess.” Sweetie sighed. “Come on.” She slumped her head a bit, and led the small dragon down the hall to her sister’s work room. Turning around she found Spike beaming from ear to ear.

“Thanks Sweetie Belle, I know she’s really going to appreciate these drawings.” Spike turned to go inside while Sweetie slunk away down the hallway.

“Bitch won’t even thank you for them.” She muttered.

“Sweetie…did you say something?” Spike asked, peering around the door.

“N…no. I didn’t say anything.” Sweetie answered, not even bothering to turn to face him.

This part was always agony. The white foal would go to her room for a bit, pacing wildly. She knew they were in Rarity’s work room. He was probably making some silly joke or comment, and she was ignoring it. Or Rarity was convincing him to fetch some more gems. Sweetie scowled in disgust. The thought of her sister leading him around, forcing him to dig for her. He may as well be her dog.

Sweetie kicked her back leg out of spite, accidentally catching a defenseless chair, knocking it over and snapping one of its fragile spindles.

'Buck this, I'm going to see what they're doing' She thought. Carefully creeping down the hall, she made her way to the room next to her sister's work space; a seldom used storage space with shelves to the ceiling. She carefully moved a few bolts of fabric, making a path up the shelves. Sweetie had done this many times, but if she made any loud noises she knew it would be heard through the thin wall. Cautiously placing her hooves on the wooden shelves, she clambered up to the top, pushing a large round spool of ribbon to one side, revealing a small hole in the plaster.

Sweetie always smiled a bit when she used it. She herself had made it months ago, but purely by accident. Playing in the workshop, she had been trying various tricks on a yo-yo borrowed from Scootaloo. A mistimed around-the-world later, and a small hole was left far up the wall. Sweetie had disguised it well though. Fabric was already draped around the room. The foal had merely moved some of it slightly, and now it was difficult to see the hole even if you knew where to look.

Now as she peered through, she was surprised at what she saw. Spike was obviously helping Rarity alter a garment. He stood with his arms stretched out widely, as she draped some luxurious looking silk about his frame. She hummed to herself as she worked, a stupid grin on Spike's face as he watched her closely. When she had the correct size, she carefully snipped the fabric and laid it aside.

Sweetie's pulse quickened. As Rarity worked her manicured hooves softly along the young dragon's body, he had fidgeted slightly, and now the foal saw why. All the attention to his body had caused just the very tip of his small dick to push out, and the embarrassed little dragon was now working to hide it from his beloved mare. He blushed as Rarity continued, seemingly oblivious to anything going on. The foal didn't know how this was going to play out, but she did know one thing. This was the goddamned hottest thing she ever had seen.

As Sweetie Belle watched intently, she gently ran a hoof down to her thighs, parting the wet folds and rubbing herself hard, rocking the top shelf gently as she ground herself against the smooth wood surface. Her mouth hung open slightly, her pink tongue lolling out to the side as she felt the familiar tingling in her young body.

She could almost imagine reaching out and teasing the small member, coaxing it out gently. She would whisper to him not to be afraid, that she would handle everything. Pushing him gently back onto her bed, Sweetie could push her muzzle greedily against his stomach, rubbing against his scales, having them catch ever so softly as she rubbed them the wrong way. Her mane would get pulled so gently against his body as she worked her way down between his adorable little legs…

Her hoof touched herself in just the perfect way, and her back leg twitched reflexively before Sweetie could even think about it. Her other leg tried to catch her weight, but only succeeded in slipping off the slick shelf, causing her whole body to fall sharply. Knocking her snout on the top shelf, Sweetie awkwardly tumbled down the closet, bolts of fabric raining down upon her.

As she struggled to dig herself free of the pile of cloth, the door opened, flooding the dark space in light. Rarity stared at the foal, mane disheveled and covered in swathes of her finest fabrics. Sweetie could only look up at her, eyes wide, and point at her snout. “Ah bit mah tongue.”

Rarity sighed, pointing at her sister. “We are going to have a talk about this, young lady. Now, I am going to show Spike out and then I’ll be back. Go and wait in your room.” The white mare flipped her hair to one side as she walked away from the closet down the hallways, shaking her head.

Sweetie could only blow her mane out of her face, shoving a bolt of cloth to the side in her frustration. She dug herself out, trudging towards her room. “Stupid fahbric.” She mumbled.

Sweetie walked sullenly across the hallway, shutting her door behind her. Throwing herself on her bed, she buried her head in between her white forehooves. It didn’t take long at all for Rarity to knock once, and open the door. Sweetie noticed she didn’t turn the light on as she walked over and sat down on the bed next to the foal. She reached out a hoof and tried to rub Sweetie’s back, but the pony turned away from the affection, in no mood for it.

“Sweetie…” Rarity said quietly. “What were you doing in the storeroom?”

Silence.

“You don’t have to keep secrets from me. Your big sis may not be as clueless as you think. You can’t make a hole in my wall and expect a pony that pays so much attention to details to miss it.” Rarity tried to move so she could look at her sister, but found the pony always scooting away from her. “Is your tongue okay, Sweetie Belle?”

“I’ll live.”

Rarity chuckled a little to herself. “You know, you kind of sounded a little like Applebloom before.” She reached out a hoof slowly, touching her sister’s side. “Sweetie…please, look at me, just for a minute.”

Sweetie sighed, and turned her head to look up at her big sis. She was surprised when instead of anger, she saw nothing but compassion and understanding in those eyes. It reminded her of her mother, maybe for the first time since she had been staying at the Boutique.

“I know you were spying on me from the storeroom. This isn’t the first time, either. Whenever Spike comes by, I notice how you change. You become a lot more possessive, and a lot more moody. It’s perfectly normal at your age, and it’s nothing to worry about.” Rarity gave her sister a small comforting smile. It didn’t make Sweetie feel any less awkward.

“You know I’ve told you before that it wasn’t right for you to spy on me or Spike. Sweetie, it’s not because I’m trying to keep him to myself. I just know how confusing this time is for you, and I want only the best for my little sister. It’s not healthy to obsess about these things at your age. You simply are not ready.” Rarity hopped off the bed, walking over to Sweetie, holding her head in her hoof. “I really do love you, Sweetie Belle. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” She leaned in and gave the foal a small kiss on her horn.

“Now. Are we friends still?” Rarity asked.

Sweetie nodded slightly, her eyes still trying to look downward, avoiding Rarity’s gaze.

“Good. Now, how about I fix us a special dinner tonight. I bet after you eat it, you’ll feel a lot better.” Rarity trotted off down the hallway, proud of her handling of the situations. She was sure that would be the last she’d hear of it.

Sweetie however, hadn’t moved from her bed. She sat still a few minutes, staring at the window, making sure Rarity had gone. Almost in a daze, she reached down underneath her mattress, and pulled out her small treasure; the scale she had smuggled from the Library. As a small grin perked up the corners of her mouth, she touched it to her muzzle, tasting it. She could still taste her own juices as she ran her tongue over it.

“Friends.” She mumbled as she stared at the small object, watching the light catch the translucent surface. “I don’t think friends keep them from the man they love, sis. And you’re not going to keep me from mine.”

As Sweetie kept staring at the scale, an idea came to her. A way to fix everything. “It really is pretty simple. All I need to do is get rid of her, and there won’t be anything between us. Then you’ll finally be all mine, Spike!” She giggled slightly to herself. Smiling widely, she hid the scale in her bed once more, and grabbed her saddlebags. She had some work to get done. And the sooner she got it done, the sooner Spike would finally be hers.

Foalish Invitations

Her sister's bedroom always had been nearly a sacred place for Sweetie Belle. When she was small, she remembered stealing small peeks inside, glimpsing all the shining bottles of cosmetics around a giant mirrored makeup counter. Almost shrine like, the foal also worshiped it in a way. She envied her sister, the shrine's idol. As long as she could remember, Rarity had been beautiful. The perfect mare, she was everything Sweetie was not.

Sweetie Belle loved her sister, and really did try to not be jealous. To be truthful, she admired her sister so much she tried to emulate her in every way. She tried curling her own mane to match her sister's flowing locks. But the foal's own bi-color mane was too poofy, and denied her at every turn as she tried to smooth it down against her neck. Whereas Rarity had been gifted with graceful long lashes, Sweetie had stubby small ones, giving her eyes an almost coltish appearance.

She venerated Rarity's room as a place where she might transform. In the few precious moments she spent inside, she felt like the beauty Rarity had might enter her somehow. She would try on various dresses, or highlight her face with the many exotic bottles and jars of makeup. Rarity would always chase her out, but those few moments inside were worth any punishment.

Her sister's room at the Carousel Boutique was slightly different than her childhood one, but to Sweetie it was all too familiar. The same makeup counter loomed on the far wall. Rarity's four poster bed, always perfectly made. But on this occasion, there was only one thing she was interested in. She walked slowly across the plush carpet, not making a sound. Approaching her sister's white lacquered nightstand, she ran a hoof along the handle, pulling it open gently.

Few ponies knew this about Rarity, but her sister had found out one secret about her sister. Rarity loved indulging in lingerie. Whenever she was given the chance to dress for an event, the white mare would always make it a point to wear some delicate lacy garment under her dress. Sweetie had asked once, to which Rarity had replied that "A true lady always dresses fully for any occasion." The foal had none of her own, but she had to admit, she did feel incredibly feminine when she tried one on. She rifled through the drawer, examining the neatly folded undergarments. She found the one she liked the most, a lacy pair of dark pink panties, complete with matching garters. She pulled it out and held it to her muzzle, cherishing the feel of the fine silk. She smiled as she flipped them into her saddlebag and went back to searching the drawer.

Soon she found the other item she was looking for. A well-worn but obviously expensive sheer white bodice, with an impossibly small pair of thong panties. Sweetie knew her sister wore this garment to nearly every high powered occasion. She held out the slightly shiny fabric, admiring the way it caught the waning afternoon light from the window. The pony could picture her statuesque sister filling it, the fully developed body of a mare and not her small foalish form. She smelled it tentatively, finding it full of Rarity’s scent. She scowled slightly as she tossed it in her pack, turning tail and storming out of the bedroom.

Her other errands were easy. Twilight had unwittingly provided her with everything she needed when Sweetie had found the book on old world pony remedies and medicines. She knew there was no way she could ask someone like Zecora outright for what she needed, but doing research into such herbal brews was simple enough if you knew where to look.

All the ingredients were easy to get, too. A trip to the pharmacy and a few herbs from the surrounding forest. Sweetie Belle found herself nearly hopping with joy as she scavenged through the woods for the last thing she needed. Everything was going so well, and she found herself so happy she could barely contain it. Suddenly she dug her hooves deep into the mossy ground as she saw it. The spiky purple flowers of Wolfsbane. She walked up to the small clump of plants, mesmerized by the slightly swaying blossoms. They were the same color as Spike.

Leaning in and taking a deep smell, the pungent aroma filled her senses. She almost felt overcome with euphoria as she pictured the small dragon and how close she was to her goal. Carefully, she uprooted the plants, breaking off the roots and shaking the soft soil from them. Placing them in her bags with her other ingredients, she bound off happily.

An hour later, the white foal stepped back to take stock of her work. She had a small vial of a milky white, ominous looking liquid. According to her research it should lack the power to fully kill a mare, but its effects would be profound. She had her lingerie as bait. Sweetie was all set for her big night.

She stepped out of her room, and tried to walk down the stairs as silently as possible. Not quiet enough though.

“Sweetie Belle! Is that you, dear?” Rarity called out from the kitchen.

The white foal grimaced. “Yah.” She called back in an annoyed tone.

“I just wanted to let you know dinner will be ready in a half an hour. You’ll absolutely love this dish. It’s butter braised carrots, your favorite. And I’ve made a spinach quiche to go with. It will be absolutely to die for!”

Sweetie Belle smiled at the ironic statement. “Oh I’m sure it will be, sis!” She walked down the rest of the stairs, poking her head into the kitchen. “I’m just going to go return a book to Twilight. I’ll be back really soon.”

Rarity didn’t turn to face her. She kept herself busy with the two pans she had going, and checking the heat of her oven. “That’s fine dear. Make sure you’re back for dinner though. I’ll simply be beside myself if this gets cold before you get back.”

“I promise sis. Trust me, I wouldn’t miss tonight for anything.”

Rarity smiled to herself. “I’m so glad to hear that Sweetie. I really hope we can have some proper sisterly time tonight…” She turned around to see Sweetie, but was surprised to see the foal was gone. Shrugging, she went back to preparing her meal.

Sweetie Belle clopped on Twilight’s door loudly. She was worried that the purple librarian would answer again. That would present a whole new host of problems. But then she saw the door open and the small, purple form of her #1 assistant walked out, and relief washed over Sweetie Belle. She felt her heart flutter when she looked at his gentle eyes as he smiled sweetly at her.

“Sweetie Belle! You sure are becoming a regular bookworm. Er, not that that’s a bad thing!” Spike gave her a big scaly grin. “What can I do for you?”

Sweetie looked down at her hooves as she searched for the courage to speak to the handsome dragon. This was by far the hardest part of her plan. Simply talking to Spike sent her into a panic, and what she was about to say, well, it made her blush even thinking about it. She steeled herself, looking him directly into his emerald eyes. “I’m not here for myself, Spike. I came here for Rarity.”

He immediately perked up. “Oh?” He responded excitedly. The body language was not lost on Sweetie. She felt a twinge of jealousy, and suddenly this got a lot easier.

“My sis really does like you Spike.” Sweetie Belle walked past the dragon as he stood in shock from the words, walking into the small entryway. She brushed by him closely, making sure her coat brushed against his side. She was certain he felt her warmth as she passed by. “She’s just afraid that the town wouldn’t understand a full grown mare being with such a young dragon. Some ponies might think it’s not natural.”

Spike was completely speechless. Sweetie didn’t know how, but somehow his scales had become beet red, as she looked at her with an embarrassed look on his face. “She…said that about me? I…I didn’t know she felt like that…”

Sweetie Belle felt the tide of power turn fully in her favor. She had the small dragon completely at her mercy now. She strode in closely, moving her muzzle closely against his face. She could feel his breath on her delicate nose, and it was amazing. She looked deep into his eyes as he blushed, holding his attention fully as she opened her saddlebag.

“I even brought you something from her.” Sweetie said nonchalantly. She pulled out the small pair of white panties. Spike gasped when he saw them. He knew exactly what they were. Sweetie smiled as she held them in her mouth, giving him a seductive smirk. She held them out to his nose, bringing them close to his muzzle, teasing him with the erotic scent. He reached out a claw and felt them, his rough talon catching on the fine silk fibers. The mere touch excited him to no end, and Sweetie Belle’s grin widened as she saw him becoming erect, merely by touching the treasure she held.

“She wore these to the Galloping Gala, Spike. She wore them when she rode with you there, and spent the night talking to you over coffee and donuts.” Sweetie stretched them out, rubbing her muzzle over them seductively. “She’s going to wear them for you tonight, my little dragon. She wants you bad.”

Spike was nearly beside himself. His little dragonhood was at full mast now, obscenely sticking up from between his legs. He shifted himself slightly to hide it, but Sweetie was too fast for him. She stepped closer, moving her body until it was touching the tip of his cock. She pressed herself warmly against him, rubbing his sensitive rod against her soft fur. “I’m going to be there too, Spike. We both want you to come over. It’s going to be a lot of fun.” She nearly whispered into his ear.

Suddenly he showed a slight bit of confusion. He looked down at Sweetie as if he were seeing her for the first time. He had never thought about her that way before. But seeing her holding Rarity’s most intimate clothing, and the seductive look the foal gave him, his inhibitions were fading fast. “Sweetie…you’re…you’re just a foal.”

Sweetie narrowed her eyes and smirked at him. She moved in close, dropping the panties to her waiting hoof, moving her face in close to touch the smooth scales of Spike’s face. “So are you.” She whispered into his ear.

And with that she pulled back, hastily putting the garment back into her bag. She turned her head back to a very flustered Spike, his erection still swollen as he wondered where this was going. “Don’t tell Twilight, Spike. She would ruin everything, and you know it.” Sweetie walked past him, brushing against his sensitive groin with her tail, swishing it across his small member. “Eight o’ clock, Spikey Wikey. Don’t be late.” Sweetie said seductively as she walked out of the library. The door remained open for a minute or two afterwards, as a very confused little dragon tried to make sense of possibly the most erotic thing that ever happened to him.

A Quiet Dinner

As she walked back to the Boutique, the white foal hummed a little tune. She trotted happily, now that all her worries seemed far behind her. She just had one little bit of unpleasantness to get out of the way and then she was sure she’d have what she wanted. The foal looked into the clear sky. The sun was setting off in the west, casting an amber glow on the small town. Sweetie Belle picked up her pace slightly. She knew she didn’t want to be late for dinner.

As the pink and purple structure came into view, it always struck the filly as a testament to her sister’s sometimes over the top style sense. Not satisfied with a normal storefront, she had built this building out on the outskirts at great expense. Sweetie scowled when she remembered how happy her parents had been to give her the bits she needed to build the ridiculous building.

Sweetie gathered herself slightly as she opened the door. She entered silently as she always did, preferring to be unnoticed whenever possible when inside the Boutique. She always felt somewhat out of place here. She quietly hung her saddlebags on a hook near the door. Already the smells of a sumptuous meal were wafting into the main gallery. Sweetie had to admit it did smell wonderful.

“Sweetie, is that you?” Rarity’s voice snapped the foal back to reality.

“Uh, yah, just got back!” She called back.

“Did you get that book back to Twilight?”

Sweetie trotted over to the kitchen to see if the meal looked as good as it smelled. “Huh? What book?” She thought a moment about the question. “O…oh, yah, the book! Er, yep, all returned.” She flushed slightly, but was relieved when Rarity didn’t even turn around. She was too involved in her cooking. Rarity skillfully flipped her sliced carrots as she seared them on high heat. Mixed in with chopped garlic and some parsley, they smelled amazing as they sizzled in the hot pan. Rarity had a small grin as she showed her sister her cooking technique. Her horn emitted a weak glow, covering the pan and preventing the sputtering oil from getting on her stove or pristine coat.

The foal craned her neck around her sister’s shoulder to get a better look. “When you learn some magic, I’ll teach you sometime, darling. Cooking is so much easier with a bit of magic to help.” Rarity smiled warmly back at her sister. “Oh! There is something you could help me with. Could you take my quiches out of the oven, and set the table?”

Sweetie didn’t say anything. She just set about methodically gathering the dishes and silverware from the cabinets. She carried it out to the main table, setting two places. She came back to the kitchen for the quiches, and met Rarity staring at her with a slightly concerned look.

“Sweetie Belle, is something bothering you? You are many things, but quiet is not usually one of them.” Rarity spoke with a slightly concerned tone. “Ever since yesterday when we had the, ahem, incident in the storeroom, I’ve been thinking a lot about this. I’m very concerned about you. I know that foals are always in a rush to become adults. I know mother and father haven’t had much time to talk to you about these things. That’s why we’re going to have a very important talk tonight at dinner.”

Sweetie Belle groaned slightly as she looked with a blank stare. Was she serious?

Rarity had a little knowing smirk as she looked at her younger sister. “Now now, don’t be afraid. Your sister isn’t some old mare after all. I’ve had my share of fun. I just want to make sure you’re safe. Now, go get my quiches from the oven, and we’ll have a nice little talk together. Just us sisters.”

‘Oh gods.’ Sweetie thought. ‘It’s The Talk.’ Suddenly her plan seemed all the better timed. Anything to get out of this. She hurried into the kitchen and carefully grabbed the two piping hot quiches out of the oven, placing the ceramic dishes on a tray. She carried them to the table, and placed them at both settings. They looked good too. They had risen well, looking like little pillows of cheese, spinach and egg. Knowing her sister, they tasted amazing too. Sweetie felt a sudden irritation, and slammed them down on the table. She glanced into the kitchen to make sure Rarity was still occupied. She was still at the stove, happily flipping carrots as she finished her dish.

Sweetie smiled to herself. She stole away to her saddlebag and grabbed her small vial. Going to Rarity’s place, she uncorked it and held it carefully. The book had been clear. One drop would cause sleepiness. Two would cause unconsciousness. Three or more would cause death.

She tipped the small glass vial carefully. It was hard to get an exact measurement from it. The milky liquid inside was stubborn and didn’t want to come out. She tilted it farther. Suddenly the liquid dribbled into the quiche, and Sweetie lost count of how many drops fell in. Was it two or three? Was it more? It had been impossible to tell. Sweetie clenched her teeth as she watched the concoction instantly absorb into the tiny cracks of the quiche. She cursed slightly under her breath, and glanced up hearing Rarity place her pan in the sink, obviously finished cooking. The foal panicked slightly, corking the bottle and running to put it in her bags. She rushed back in the room, and tried to stand as casually as possibly when her sister walked in.

Rarity noticed the awkward look on her sister’s face but really didn’t pay it any mind. Any foal would be embarrassed considering what they were going to talk about. She placed her carrots on a large serving dish in the middle of the table and seated herself primly. Sweetie Belle walked over slowly and plopped herself on her chair, staring down at the table. Rarity brought forth a bottle of wine and poured herself a modest glass. She always had a glass with her evening meal.

A sudden glow enveloped the serving spoon in the carrots and Rarity took a small portion for herself. She spooned another portion onto Sweetie’s plate before placing the spoon carefully back in the serving dish. “Sweetie…I have to be honest, I really don’t know where to start with this kind of thing.” The white mare said, as she took a small bite of her carrots. Sweetie watched her eat with an almost paranoid compulsion. Every small mouthful was recorded in her brain. She almost had to force herself to eat at all, even though she did feel hungry. Suddenly Rarity grasped her fork and dug into the quiche. Sweetie Belle tensed momentarily. She watched the silver instrument cut through the fluffy quiche easily, digging a large portion out of the dish. Rarity brought it to her mouth and was about to take a large bite.

Until she noticed the foal staring at her. Rarity glanced at her, placing the fork down on her plate. “Sweetie Belle? Are you alright my dear?” Rarity asked.

The foal was pulled back to reality. She glanced down at her nearly uneaten food. “Yah. It’s just…I know what you want to talk to me about.”

Rarity felt a wave of compassion for her little sister. She had been there before herself, after all. “Don’t be so worried about it, Sweetie. I promise you’re going to make a perfectly ladylike mare someday. Just like your sister.” Rarity ate her large bite of quiche. Sweetie Belle tensed apprehensively.

“I know this feeling you have towards Spike feels like it’s the only thing that matters right now. But you need to realize, that boys come and go. You’ll realize someday that these feelings you have for him are nothing but foalish dreams. When you get a bit older you’re going to meet a proper colt and I can promise you he will love you as much as you love him, sister.”

Sweetie Belle had drowned her out. She was eating more of her quiche now. She must really like it. The carrots were probably still too hot anyways.

“Spike is a dragon, Sweetie. And I hate to tell you, but Twilight won’t be here forever. She is Celestia’s personal student, and she moves more than anypony I know. You need to let this infatuation go.”

Sweetie was getting more irritated. Hearing those words again from Rarity were like having salt ground into fresh wounds. She took a bite of her carrots simply to keep up appearances. They were tasteless in her mouth as she continued to watch her sister. Another bite of quiche. The foal had never noticed just how messy her sister could be when eating. Crumbs dropped from her mouth, catching on her white muzzle as they fell to the floor. Maybe it was the potion?

Rarity had stopped eating. She set the fork down. Sweetie found herself glaring at the utensil apprehensively. “It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy, sister. It’s just that you are so very young. I wouldn’t be a good sister at all if I let anyone hurt you. You need to concentrate on your studies first at your age. Trust me when I say there will be plenty of time for chasing colts, or dragons, later in your life.”

The white foal didn’t hear any of it. She was concentrating on Rarity’s actions. As the mare moved her hoof, the actions became slower and more pronounced. A simple stab at her plate became laborious, as she tried to move her limbs into place.

Rarity slowly sensed something was amiss. She let out a small gasp as she looked down, seeing multiples of her hoof as she tried to pierce a slice of carrot. Her fork glanced harmlessly to the side. She tried to blink the haze from her eyes, but couldn’t manage to do it. “Sweetie…I’m suddenly feeling a bit…strange.” Rarity attempted to get up from the table, but as soon as the mare left her seat, gravity overcame her and pulled the unsteady pony to the floor. The world swam in her eyes as she tried to get up. It was as if a heavy load was placed on her. She could barely manage to move, let alone get off the floor.

Sweetie Belle rose from her chair to get a better view. It was a very rare sight indeed to see her sister acting in such an unladylike manner. She almost seemed to writhe on the floor as she tried to move. She may even have been trying to speak, but all that came out were strange whimpers and gasps. The smaller pony watched with great interest until her sister eventually became completely still. Only then did she tentatively step forward. With the utmost care, she reached a hoof out gently. She touched her sister’s muzzle, feeling the silky soft down of her coat, running her hooftip down her graceful neck. She pushed in gently, and found that there still was a strong pulse. The potion had done its job.

She could hardly hold back her emotions. On one hoof she felt she should immediately get help for her sister. The mare had passed out quickly. Sweetie was genuinely worried for her. But another part of her felt some flash of triumph as she realized her plan had worked. A wave of adrenaline had flooded her young body, and it was making her feel so very good.

Sweetie glanced around the room, and quickly made up her mind. She grasped her sister by the forehooves and pulled her onto her back. Like a ragdoll, the unconscious pony splayed out against the floor. Sweetie grit her teeth as she dragged the heavier pony across the carpet. It seemed like a long time to drag the mass of pony to her red velvet fainting couch. The foal wiped her brow before grasping the mare by her shoulders and hoisting her onto the flat couch. With a bit of struggling and desperate pushing, she finally had placed her sister in a somewhat natural resting position on the red velvet. Sweetie Belle checked her breathing and pulse. Besides being dead to the world, she seemed fine. She afforded herself a small break as she glanced at the clock. It was only seven-thirty. She still had plenty of time.

First she stole back into the dining room and cleared the table. She suddenly found herself ravenously hungry as she took the serving dish away. The foal gobbled carrots straight from the tray before dumping the remains. She finished the rest of her quiche before carefully scraping the contents into the trash. She even sampled the wine before pouring it down the drain.

With her bit of housekeeping finished, she strode happily into the front room. She was looking forward to this part. She trotted to her saddlebag, and removed both pairs of lingerie. Bringing them to her prone sister, she grinned as she pushed the older mare’s legs open in a lewd display. Rarity’s carefully groomed cunt was fully displayed to the little foal. The pony obviously kept it trimmed short, in an erotic display to any consorts. Sweetie felt a twinge of jealousy once more. Her sister was every bit the perfect mare. She grabbed the white panties, working them roughly against her sister’s coat, roughing it up slightly. They were surprisingly easy to get on. They featured a cleverly hidden Velcro closure around the tail, enabling them to be put on or removed easily. Sweetie couldn’t help but notice they barely hid her sister’s marehood, and left nothing to the imagination below that. The already sheer fabric narrowed greatly, until it barely covered anything at all on her sister’s plot. Sweetie cinched it as high as she could into the rounded cheeks. After all, she needed her looking her best. She patted Rarity on her ass hard as she wrapped the white lace bodice around her.

Sweetie’s own choice of garment was much simpler. She slowly worked the fragile silk up her leg, careful not to snag on her soft fur. At least she nestled the crotch of the panties against her own, feeling the delightful sensation of silk rubbing against her most intimate spot. For ponies that seldom wear clothes, the feeling was quite intense. She pulled them tightly to her, delighting in the way they felt. She trailed a hoof along her stomach, touching her plot, and grasping her tail firmly, pushing it through the small hole in the panties. With a little effort, she managed to work the bushy thing through. She pulled the waist on firmly, feeling the crotch bite into her young fillyhood slightly. It hurt so good.

She placed the garters on gently. Even though they served no purpose now, she loved the feel of them against her inner thighs. There was a reason she wore this whenever she got a moment alone in Rarity’s room. It made her feel more like a mare than anything else she had ever worn. She loved the way the electric pink color contrasted with her snow white coat. Just like the days she spent in her sister’s room, she felt transformed in that moment.

Sweetie glanced at the clock. It was almost eight. It was almost time.

Spike had a very hard time covering his anxiety as he rushed towards Rarity’s house. Thankfully at this hour there were few ponies on the streets, and even fewer that could be concerned about a small dragon on the street. Trying to remain as nondescript as possible, the small assistant hurried along Ponyville’s lantern lit streets.

He rubbed his clammy claws together nervously as he saw the pointed peaks of the dressmaker’s shop come into view. A dim light was on in main room. He paused on the dirt path. It would be so easy to just turn around. Twilight wouldn’t have missed him, and he could just go home to his warm bed and forget this happened.

However, since Sweetie had come to the Library, a strange sensation was pulsing through him from his very core, daring him to go through with the unscrupulous meeting. A strange feeling crept from his stomach, almost a feeling of fear, but so much more powerful and intoxicating. He thought of the warmth of Sweetie Belle as she invited him earlier. He couldn’t help but think of Rarity, seeing her statuesque legs and tail, her shapely plot…

Spike shook his head out of the fuzzy thoughts clouding it. He looked down and found himself blushing with embarrassment as he saw his dragon member pushing out of its sheath. He absently tried to cover it, until he realized the street was deserted and there was no need to cover his shame. Spike looked at the Boutique. He narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t going to chicken out now. He had been willing to risk everything for Rarity before, and now he wasn’t going to let his own fears hold him back. His footclaws dug into the soft dirt path as he walked toward the door. Reaching out to knock, he was surprised to find the entryway already opened slightly, beckoning him inside. He breathed deeply and pushed the purple wooden door, a strange warmth enveloping him.

Upon entering, Spike’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he took in the sight. Rarity, the mare of his dreams, lay gracefully on her red velvet couch. Her sister lay draped over her, lewdly rubbing the older unicorn through her sheer panties. The young dragon’s erection grew to an almost painful extent, tapping his belly as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, the sheer eroticism in front of him nearly overcoming him.

Sweetie Belle looked up with soft eyes. She was rubbing herself too as she clopped off her sister. “Spike. I’m so glad you could come.” She spoke in a near whisper. “Could you close the door?”

Spike reached behind him, blindly reaching for the door. He found he couldn’t take his gaze off the sight before him. Finally he felt the wooden door, slamming it shut.

The younger unicorn was rubbing her hoof against her sister’s breasts. She circled the nipples playfully, coaxing them to a sharp stiffness. Sweetie craned her neck, reaching with her inexperienced muzzle, kissing her sister on her graceful neck. Not once did she take her eyes off of Spike.

“You can come in, Spike. We’ve been waiting for you.”

The dragon had a moment of dawning as if he suddenly realized he did in fact have feet after all. He clumsily strode forward, still mesmerized by the sight.

Sweetie kept kissing her sister’s neck. She worked her way up to the now drooping ears, nibbling on them slightly as she licked her sister’s face seductively. She brought a hoof up and turned the unconscious pony’s head toward her, not hesitating at all before she locked herself in a deep kiss with her only sister. The foal felt it easy to open the other pony’s jaws, tasting her mouth with her small tongue.

She felt like a Manehattan stage performer. All part of the show.

Spike couldn’t hold himself back much longer. His erection pulsed painfully against his stomach. His eyes were filled with amazement as he reached out. He was so close to her. His clawtip grazed Rarity’s hoof, and he recoiled, as if in fear from something so sacred that he never thought her could have. Sweetie’s glance caught him. Her warm gaze comforted him. “It’s alright Spike. She wants you. We both want you.”

He hesitated again. This didn’t seem right. Rarity wasn’t moving at all. She seemed as if she were asleep. Spike had desired her so badly for so many months. But he didn’t know if he wanted her like this.

Sweetie’s voice reached out to reassure him once more. “She just had a bit too much to drink Spike. The poor dear passed out” The foal reached down, pushing her hoof under Rarity’s panties, pulling the thin material away from her inner thighs, flashing her perfect marehood to the young dragon. Sweetie heard his gasp as he saw it. She felt the jealousy bite at her once more, but it was gone so quickly when she felt him push nearer, his scaly body rubbing against her flanks. Sweetie ground her ass against him, squealing softly as she felt his hard dick bump against her tail. She dropped her tail to rest against him, moving her hips to stroke the soft fibers along his member.

“Sweetie Belle.” The dragon moaned, reaching out a claw to brace himself against her soft back. Sweetie smiled to herself as she assumed the role of power once again. Grinding herself against his stiff shaft, she pushed her rump back roughly, gliding the smooth silk over his sensitive skin. She could feel the pressure and warmth as his throbbing flesh rubbed against her skin, pushing deeply into her cleft. The raw rush of control was positively intoxicating to the young foal. She felt her body come alive as she felt the power she commanded.

Pulling her muzzle away from her sister’s drooling face, she turned around suddenly, surprising the little dragon. She pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Her young brain lit up at the contact with his scaly face, pushing her tongue deeper into him, educating him on the passion they were both feeling. She felt his tongue respond, the long forked organ nearly reaching her throat, causing her to gag as her eyes widened at how long it was. Sweetie continued her deep kiss, probing against his lips as his tongue snaked around her mouth, exploring her. Her hoof reached up from Rarity’s damp crotch, pulling the young dragon into a warm embrace. They kissed deeply while rolling about on the prone form of Rarity, Spike only breaking away to catch his breath and lap their shared juices from his wet maw.

Sweetie Belle stared at him lovingly. “Gods Spike, I knew it would be this good.” She lunged forward and gave him a swift peck on the cheek, before gazing down at her sister. “I made you a promise, didn’t I, my little dragon.” She pulled the thing fabric away, completely exposing Rarity’s damp slit. Sweetie craned her neck down, nuzzling Spike’s rod lovingly. She gave a small kiss on its swollen tip. The young dragon closed his eyes in delight. She worked her mouth over the entire length, before pulling away abruptly. She pushed her hoof against him, poising him at Rarity’s entrance. Her emerald eyes looked into his. “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it Spike? To have my sweet sister’s pussy all to yourself.”

Sweetie wrapped herself around his waist, pulling him in. His cock rested between her folds, the young rod twitching in anticipation. Spike finally found his voice. “This…this isn’t right Sweetie. She isn’t even awake.” Spike closed his eyes as he felt the emotions of the moment overwhelming him. “I just wanted her to like me.” He said, nearly in tears.

The foal leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “She’ll like you after tonight Spike. She won’t have any choice.” She forced his hips in sharply, stabbing his entire member inside the filly. Spike groaned in pleasure, as he felt her velvety walls surround him, her heat throbbing into him. He grit his teeth as shivers of joy rippled over him. Sweetie wrapped her soft hooves around the base of his tail, rubbing his sensitive skin as she pushed him forward more, pressing him painfully close to his beloved mare.

Spike couldn’t help himself. He exhaled softly as the pleasure coursed through him, thrusting slowly into Rarity’s cunt, feeling the soft encouragement of Sweetie Belle. He was amazed at how much better it felt than touching himself. The sheer exhilaration of plowing into the pony he lusted after for months was pushing him into a state of pure lust. He could feel Sweetie expertly working his sensitive inner thighs, kissing the base of his tail as she rubbed a hooftip against his ass. She was sending shivers over his body as he bottomed out in his beloved unicorn.

Sweetie could feel he was close. She felt his thrusting increase; his breathing became rapid. She suddenly pulled him from her sister, placing her small mouth on his twitching member. She tasted her sister’s juices as she took the entire thing into her mouth, suckling the entire length deep into her young mouth. “Sweetie…” Spike cried out in pleasure as his rod spasmed, shooting his young seed deep into Sweetie’s eager mouth. She swallowed the first two spurts greedily, before popping the member out of her, letting the final small jets of cum cover her muzzle, as she rubbed her face against his twitching dragonhood. Spike continued rubbing himself against her soft fur even after he was finished, loving the pleasure of her downy fur against him. Sweetie reached her tongue out of her mouth, licking his dragon sperm from her face hungrily. She reached a hoof down and felt her marehood through the thin pink panties. She was absolutely drenched. She started masturbating in front of Spike as he lay there trying to recover his breath and figure out just what had just happened.

“Sw…Sweetie Belle. What did we just do?”

She was frigging herself swiftly as she glanced over at him. “I think that should be pretty obvious.” She said grinning widely, reaching out her pink tongue to grab an errant drop of dragon semen. The dragon glanced over at the unconscious mare. “Don’t even try to tell me you didn’t want this. Everyone in Ponyville knew you wanted her.”

Spike found his feet as he backed off from Sweetie Belle. “I didn’t want her like this, Sweetie Belle. She didn’t even know I was here.” His tears found purchase on his face now. He wiped at them as he backed up from the perverse sight. With his pent up lust sated, he felt a horrible sinking feeling that he had just done something horribly wrong. The foal lying against her unconscious sister furiously masturbating was not helping matters. “I…I need to go.”

Sweetie Belle’s face contorted slightly as her anger welled up. She pulled her hoof from her dripping crotch and pointed it at Spike. “Don’t you dare try to walk out on us now. You’re not leaving…not after everything I did for you!”

Spike had turned and reached the door. He glanced back quietly at the scene before him. Sweetie Belle seemed to stare straight through him. “You’re going to be sorry, Spike. If you walk out of that door, you’re going to regret it, I promise!”

The dragon slipped outside as his sinking feeling turned to fear. ‘What would Twilight say?’ He thought. All manner of horrible punishments flashed before him. ‘”She may even send me away for this.” He mumbled to himself as he walked quickly away from the Boutique. The little dragon’s mind was awash with emotions as he slipped back to his safe little bed at the Library.

Rude Awakenings

Spike had one of the worst nights that could ever happen to a young dragon. Running blindly through the streets, he prayed to any pony gods that would listen that no one would see him. His entire crotch was a mess of his own dragon spunk and a foal’s saliva. His face was a complete disaster, covered with the hastily applied makeup from Sweetie Belle. This really was not something he wanted to explain to a passerby.

Also in the back of his head, there was Twilight. If she was still up waiting for him…Sweet Celestia, he wished that she wasn’t. Peeking his head around a corner, he sighed as he saw the Library, all the windows dark as night. He scrambled across the road, and fetched the hidden key for the door from under a nearby rock. Thankful that Twilight was always locking herself out by accident, he turned the key as silently as he could, and snuck inside.

“Whooo?”

Spike jumped three feet in the air, his heart racing as he looked over at the source of the voice. “Oh, damn it Owlowiscious.” He muttered under his breath at the brown owl, his eyes reflecting dimly in the dark room.

“Whoo?” The owl turned his head awkwardly, as if asking what the dragon was doing coming in so late.

Spike ignored him, shuffling off towards the washroom. “You will never understand how much I hate you.” He mumbled. The owl simply fluffed its feathers up in confusion, and went back to sorting through a small stack of books.

Washing up was the easy part. The washroom was downstairs, and judging from what just happened, Twilight was sleeping soundly upstairs. Spike pumped some of the well water into a tin wash pan, and directed a little bit of green flame under it, warming it until it steamed slightly. He took a towel and washed quickly, feeling a lot better as the warm water washed over his scales. He made extra sure to clean every speck of makeup from his face.

Spike went back into the main room, and eyed the stairs with trepidation. The wood planks squeaked, and even after that, he still had to sneak into his bed at the foot of Twi’s bed. He took a deep breath. ‘It’s okay, Spike, you got this.’ He thought to himself. Carefully ascending the spiraled stairs, he grimaced each time a small groan came from the wood. ‘Why are these damned things so loud suddenly?’

He reached the top floor, and peeked his head over, spotting a sleeping purple pony bathed in the moonlight. He may actually pull this off. Placing his first claw on the wood floorboards, he slowly paced across the room. Suddenly the pony shifted in her sleep, and Spike froze in fear.

“Mmm…Pinkie…don’t put the frosting there.” She mumbled into her pillow as shifted onto her stomach. If Spike didn’t know better, he could have sworn she had a huge smile on her face.

Sighing, the dragon covered the last few steps and slipped silently into his bed. He pulled the covers tightly over him. For the first time all evening, he realized it really was late, and how exhausted he actually felt. His brain was still going over the amazing, improbable events that happened to him, as he quickly dozed off in the warm basket.

His dreams were not kind to the little dragon that night. Some of the events of the night flashed past him, but one other image stood out above everything else. He would remember it as long as he lived. When he looked up at Rarity’s beautiful face, and saw only her closed eyes and sunken features, as if he were looking at a corpse. The small dragon shuddered in his sleep.

Roused by sun trickling in through her window, the small pony frowned as she pulled her pillow over her eyes, trying to block the offending light. Sweetie Belle tossed onto her sides as she tried to get back to sleep. Her eyes eventually just gave up and popped open, as she stretched awkwardly on the white sheets. She already felt irritated. This was going to be a lousy day, she could just feel it.

Sweetie hopped out of bed onto the cold wood floor, trudging down the hallway. She opened the bathroom door, washing the sleep from her face and tidying up her mane. She clopped downstairs, feeling slightly better.

As she started making breakfast she started to feel something was slightly amiss this morning. She went over things in her head.

‘Let’s see, got out of bed and actually got to use the bathroom. Then I went downstairs and started breakfast. I walked out to the main room to get something from my saddlebags and walked over an unconscious Rarity. Poured milk on my oats. Got some juice from the fridge.’ She thought.

“Wait a minute.” The foal said out loud. She walked into the boutique, and saw a very passed out white pony propped up on the red velvet couch. She could have almost been sleeping, but she was far too out of it for that. Sweetie grabbed her sister’s white hoof and dropped it, eliciting no response. “Crap.”

“Rarity.” She said slightly louder now. She ran her hoof against her sister’s face, shaking the pony slightly as she tried to get any response. “Rarity!” There was no sign from her sister. Sweetie put her head close to Rarity’s chest, hearing slow, labored breaths. She started to feel a twinge of panic creep up her spine. She hadn’t read anything about this. The next day after ingesting the potion, the subject was supposed to wake up feeling as though they had a hangover at the worst. Something was going terribly wrong.

The pony sighed to herself. Gathering her composure, she went back into the kitchen. She hopped up on the table, and ate her oats quietly as she looked out the window at the new day breaking. Holding the glass of orange juice to her lips, she took a deep drink, feeling the cold liquid flow through her. After finishing her cereal, she placed the glasses back in the cabinet as she did every day. Already she was feeling a lot better about things. She was positive she had a plan.

Sweetie propped her sister up as well as she could to try to make her more comfortable. It wasn’t lost on her just how much the mare looked like a corpse laying there. She backed up from the couch, doubting what she was about to do. On top of worrying what to do for her sister, she found herself far more preoccupied with another thought. Why wasn’t she more concerned about this? In fact, one of the farthest things in her mind right now was taking her sister to a hospital, which was probably the right thing to do. She was far more concerned with what Spike was going to think about her for doing this.

There was really no point in worrying about it now. Sweetie leaned over and carefully grabbed her sister by the scruff of her neck with her teeth, dragging the pony slowly across the floor. Grunting with exertion, the foal was surprised just how much she weighed. This had been so easy last night, but then again, she hadn’t had to drag her across the whole damned house.

Slowly working her way up the stairs, she grimaced slightly as she heard Rarity’s horn knock painfully against each wooden stair. She slipped on the top stair, nearly losing her grip on the prone pony. Struggling against the weight, Sweetie finally muscled her sister to the upper floor, falling backwards and catching her breath a moment, before grudgingly grasping her again and pulling her around the corner and into her room.

Sweetie Belle sighed as she stepped back from Rarity’s bed. The white unicorn looked so peaceful now in the darkened room, splayed out awkwardly on the sheets as her chest rose and fell shallowly. It would be a lot easier to keep her up here, Sweetie reasoned. She did become aware of a pervasive feeling as she stood there. It almost started to feel like a tomb in the dark bedroom. Sweetie backed out hastily as she watched the older mare sleep deeply.

She shut the door tightly, standing in the hallway. It took her a moment to feel warmth flow into her again. The doubt of the whole situation was still infesting the back of her brain. Was this really going to work?

Sweetie Belle banged her hoof on the heavy library door. She was absolutely dreading Twilight answering. Spike of course could have told her what happened. A public shaming and a near inevitable trip to her sister’s house would be fairly inconvenient right now.

Even if he hadn’t said anything, she was the last pony Sweetie wanted to waste time talking to at the moment. If she had to act excited about old dusty reference books one more time, she felt liable to commit ponycide.

So she found herself breathing a sigh of relief when Spike opened up. She felt an excited pins and needles feeling spread over her as she saw his timid expression, and her face lit up slightly, as if she was enjoying this day for the first time all morning. The tiny purple dragon however seemed less than pleased to see the foal on the doorstep. “S…Sweetie! Uh, what are you doing here?” He stammered slightly, as he looked up and down the street quickly.

Sweetie Belle grinned and pushed past him, making sure to bump her rump into his side as she passed. The dragon blushed slightly, looking down at the floor. “Well that’s a silly question. This is a library, right? I came to get a book.” She said, walking into the center of the room, making sure to twitch her tail as suggestively as she could. She looked back at him, feigning confusion. “What did you think I was here for?”

Spike really couldn’t possibly be any more embarrassed than he was at this moment. He wanted the ground to just swallow him up. Turning to his side, he shut the door, and sighed, trying to even find words that would cover what had happened the last night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Rarity’s face as his ultimate dream had finally come true. That dead expression on her face.

Sweetie walked over to a nearby bookcase, absently looking over the titles. “Spike. Is Twilight around?”

“Um, no, she went out to see Applejack.” Spike was still standing at the door, fidgeting awkwardly.

Sweetie Belle noticed the still blushing dragon, and smiled as she walked over towards him. “Come here Spike.” She said softly, flickering her eyelashes slightly.

He really couldn’t control himself. Spike knew he couldn’t just keep avoiding Sweetie Belle forever anyways. Glancing into her eyes, he walked slowly into the middle of the room, meeting her. The foal craned her head in towards him, letting her mane brush against the sensitive scales of his neck. Spike pulled back suddenly, but only slightly. As he slowly relaxed, he felt the foal stroke her head against him gently. He could feel her warmth against him, and his face turned a brighter shade of crimson.

“I know you had fun last night Spike.” She whispered as she nuzzled against his body. “And I know you wouldn’t want Twi to find out about it.” Sweetie could feel his body tense at the thought. “She never has to know, Spike. Nopony has to know. I just need your help with one little thing.” She looked at him with her green eyes, wide and pleading.

The dragon didn’t have to think long. It wasn’t exactly a hard choice.

“Okay Sweetie Belle. What do you need me to do.”

A Satisfactory Plan

"Is...is she dead?" Spike said quietly. It was so silent in Rarity's room. He couldn’t even tell if she was breathing.

"Meh, shes fine." Sweetie said, slightly annoyed. She reached out and picked up a white hoof absently, dropping it. "She’s just out like a light."

Spike edged closer, reaching out a claw. He felt the silky fur of Rarity's shapely leg, gently holding the object of his affection. A tear welled up in his eye, as he struggled to blink it away. "This isn't good, Sweetie. She can’t just lie here like this. A pony needs water or they get dehydrated."

"Dee-hydraded? Huh?"

"She'll die in a couple days with no water." Spike moved up to her face, holding an eye open, examining the pony. "We can’t just leave her here."

Sweetie walked over, putting a hoof on Spikes back. "I thought I told you. We can’t tell anyone about this. We're just going to have to figure something out." She rubbed his back, stroking his rough scales. Spike could feel her warmth against him. It was a welcome change from the cold feeling that permeated the bedroom.

“I never wanted something like this to happen. I just wanted to get closer to Rarity…”

“Well, you are closer, in a way.” Sweetie Belle walked around Spike, letting her tail encircle him. “Why worry about her, anyways? I’m still here you know.” She flexed her tail, squeezing the dragon in close to her flank. Spike felt the heat from her sex against his scaly body. He blushed, trying to worm away from the pushy foal.

“We…we need to take her to the hospital, Sweetie. This isn’t right.”

Sweetie sunk a hoof into his chest, hard enough to knock him over onto Rarity’s disheveled bed. She leaned in over him like a hawk assessing her prey. Her emerald eyes flickered in the darkness. “None of this is right, Spike. But hasn’t it felt good?” She leaned down and licked him fully on his sensitive inner thighs. No male would have been able to resist the little filly’s advances. His member started pushing out, much to the delight of Sweetie Belle.

Spike looked back hopelessly at the unconscious mare behind him. He was pushed against her flank now, her cutie mark displayed proudly under his arm as Sweetie pushed him back against her sister, lapping at his emerging dragonhood with a strange hunger. Ever since last night she felt horribly unsatisfied. The helpless dragon before him drove her past any rational thinking as her thighs grew damp. She reached a hoof under her and sighed in pleasure as she toyed with herself.

“Ahh…you always did like my sister’s tail, didn’t you? Mmmm, here, let me show you how…ahhh…how well she cared for it.” The white foal grinned as she reached out, taking Rarity’s tail in her hoof. The pristine hair was silky to the touch, but held its shape even as she toyed with it. Looking lustfully into Spike’s eyes, she wrapped it around the base of his dick and tugged gently.

Spike closed his eyes and flopped backwards against Rarity’s warm flank. The sensation of his rod being stroked by Rarity’s tail while her sister lapped at his tip was more than he could take. He curled his claws as he thrust back against the sleeping mare, lost in his building orgasm.

“Not so fast. I’m not getting left behind again!” Sweetie gave his dick one more kiss, than jumped up on the bed too, giggling. She draped herself over her sister, sticking her filly flank high in the air next to Spike’s head, raising her tail high and showing her glistening slit. “If you want to finish this time, Spike, you’ll need to do something for me!”

Spike looked over at the anxious filly, his eyes glazed with lust. His dick was throbbing. If there were any inhibitions left, they were demolished by her skillful tongue moments ago. Sweetie might be just a foal, but she was looking just fine now.

Sweetie felt his claw touch her flank gingerly. He grasped her tail, moving it out of the way. She felt her cunt spasm involuntarily, winking back at him as she thrust her little hips back at him. Shuddering in anticipation, the foal felt his other claw grasp her rump firmly. She could feel his breaths come fast and hot against her back. He poised himself at her tight entrance, and thrust inside in one push. She gasped at the sudden fullness. He was inexperienced, but Sweetie had been training for this day. She took him easily, clamping down on his rod as the dragon groaned in ecstasy.

Spike had read many books on the subject. He had seen images. Nearly everything a curious, developing dragon would want had been at his disposal in Twilight’s library.

But nothing had prepared him for this.

The filly under him looked back, smiling, as she gripped his dick inside her tightly, massaging his whole length with her powerful muscles. He didn’t even think to move. Sweetie took the initiative. Pushing her flank against him hard, and then pushing his dick out of her snatch with her powerful muscles, she proceeded to fuck her dragon lover as he sat mesmerized. His tongue hang slack out of his mouth as Sweetie picked up speed. Every time she moved, her thighs rode up against her sister’s smooth fur, tickling her tiny clit and driving her closer.

Spike regained his thoughts a moment later. Looking down through his sex clouded mind, he saw Sweetie vigorously humping back against him as his dick was buried in her warm folds. He saw Rarity’s sleeping form under them. The sheer erotic nature of the situation drove him over the edge. He reached out with both claws, grasping Rarity’s body tightly as he came hard. “Ngghhhh!” Sweetie heard his cute cry as she felt herself being filled with his spunk. She rubbed herself hard against her sister’s body, teasing herself over the brink, cumming against her dragon lover. Her snatch tightened hard on him, pushing his twitching rod out with a sudden pop. His last two spurts flew errantly against Rarity’s flank, covering her cutie mark with sticky cum.

Sweetie was gasping for air after the intense experience. Her brain was alive with afterglow and conquest. The feeling of being rutted by her little dragon had been a long time coming. She decided it was worth the wait.

Spike felt nothing but confusion. He felt amazing a moment ago, but now felt only shame. He had just had sex ON TOP of his Rarity. She needed him to be her dragon in shining armor, and here he was mounting her little sister while she lay there dying. He gathered himself and grasped her white sheets. He reached forward and cleaned his seed from her coat, carefully exposing her cutie mark.

“That was amazing, Spike. I knew you’d be good at this.” Sweetie looked over at him, clambering over the limp form of her sister. “What are you doing?”

“I…she got some of my, er, my stuff on her.” He rubbed the sheet in deeply, trying to remove the last of it from her coat. Sweetie looked on, unamused.

“It’s not like she cares anymore…”

Spike didn’t say anything, smoothing the fine fur back down after he was finished. “She’s still your sister, Sweetie. I already figured out why you say the things you do about her. I’m not stupid.” He looked her in the eyes. Those deep emerald pools. “And it’s not worth hating her over me.”

The foal turned her head away, jumping down off the bed. “As if! I knew you liked her, so I used her as bait.” She swished her tail to the side, showing her cream filled snatch, dragon seed running down her white legs. “And it looks like it worked!”

He looked down at the floor, suddenly ashamed. “Look Sweetie, it doesn’t matter. We need to do something or Rarity could die. Do you want that?”

Sweetie looked over at Spike, her demeanor finally wavering. “No. No, I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.” She walked near to Spike, putting her muzzle uncomfortably close to his face. “But remember, we aren’t telling anyone about this.”

“That’s fine. I just need to get some things from the library.” He started walking until she put a hoof in front of him, blocking his path. “Look, I promise I won’t tell her!”

Sweetie narrowed her eyes slightly, but let the dragon pass. “Well, just remember, we’d both be in deep trouble for this. You’re my little accomplice, after all.”

Sighing, Spike walked past her towards the door. Suddenly turning, he looked back at Sweetie. “Almost forgot! I need you to get something too.”

“From where?” she asked.

“The Ponyville Hospital.”