Smoldering Scales

"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.