Smoldering Scales

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.