Smoldering Scales

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.