Smoldering Scales

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.