Smoldering Scales

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.”