“Is this it?”
“I think... we're a go.”
“Good, 'cause we'd better get out of here before Babs finds us. ”
“Cutie Mark Crusaders go!”
The Cutie Mark Crusaders locked the barn behind themselves, and hurriedly left for Sweetie's house – no need for Applebloom to risk alarming Babs by sneaking into her bedroom at dawn, it'll be much safer for the plan if they just sleep off elsewhere, and the clubhouse option was still...impossible. But not for long. Thoughts of sweet, sweet revenge resonated vaguely about the minds of the three fillies, keeping them awake on the way home, thrilling them with the prospect of might that was soon to be theirs.
Another sweet thing was Sweetie Belle, and not just because of her name, as the exasperated Crusaders realised just before going to bed. The lustredust covering her entirely coated the filly with a layer of sweetness that created about her the impression of a delicious, tantalising treat begging to be devoured. Unfortunately, it was also a messy treat that was about to get in her bed.
“Oh no!”, cried Sweetie in distress. “I can't go to bed like that, it'll be all dirty!”
Applebloom and Scootaloo nodded solemnly, staring at the golden filly.
“Wait for me here, I'll go take a shower,” she said after a moment of contemplation, before being stopped by Scootaloo's outstretched hoof.
“You can't go! If your parents notice, our cover will be blown!” Sweetie flinched at that, frightened at the likelihood of such a possiblity, and even more at her friend's stern gaze that would have no compromise.
“Scoots' right, we cahn't leave 'til ya parents go out for the parade!”
Sweetie sprawled on the floor, first tears welling up in her eyes. Then how would she clean herself? “B-but what should I do now...”, she whimpered. The other two fillies looked at her. Applebloom glanced at Scootaloo, who glanced back with a sinister smile, which the other filly returned as the idea jolted through her head. Without a word, Applebloom sat next to Sweetie, and lifted her chin with a hoof.
“Don't worry Sweetie, the Crusaders always help each other. We'll clean ya – besides, it would be a dayum shame to let so much lustredust go to waste!”
Sweetie glanced up incredulously. “But how-” and then she felt something slimy and wet crawling up the small of her back! Like a snail! “WHAT!”, squeaked the filly and jumped a little, then turned her head to see that the snail – oh dear, it was Scootaloo's tongue. Presently nibbling at Sweetie's tail that looked like chocolate-flavoured cotton candy. The white unicorn whined with embarassment. “Wait, that's- that's just gross!” Scootaloo looked at her with half-shut eyes, still nibbling at her tail, pulling it up slightly, and smiling delicately. Sweetie turned to Applebloom for relief.
“Doncha worry”, said Applebloom reassuringly, “we'll make ya all couth-”
“That's not even a word!”, protested Sweetie before Applebloom's tongue started lapping at her neck and chest. “H-hey, that tickles,” she cried, stifling a giggle.
Encouraged by this change of attitude, the two fillies began to slide their tongues smoothly across Sweetie Belle's body, occasioanlly provoking a light moan or a quiet snicker from their slick, warm and caressing ministrations across the tasty filly's quivering belly, delicate soft hooves, or the back arching instinctively as Scootaloo drove her tongue along it. It felt strangely blissful, to be given a tongue bath by her best friends, but Sweetie didn't complain, it felt weird, certainly, but it did also feel nice, and she was really happy that they care about her so much. Applebloom was cleaning her face with so much dedication, and oh no! She got all messy from the lustredust herself!
“Applebloom! Now you've got lustredust all over your snout yourself!”
Applebloom grinned. “Well Sweetie, if ya'd be so kind...”
Sweetie blushed and looked down. This was dirty. This was bad. But then, wasn't Applebloom licking her clean? It was alright to return the favour? Right?
The filly hesitated a moment, and stuck the tip of her tongue out, then started cleaning off the golden, tasty spots off Applebloom's face, at which the other filly purred with satisfaction Sweetie mistook for thankfulness, then started polishing Sweetie's muzzle with her own tongue, until, at one moment, they suddenly and unexpectedly...touched, and while Sweetie shuddered – now THAT was gross! - Applebloom's tongue did not withdraw. Quite the contrary, she pressed on the unicorn, allowing their saliva mixed with the dust to mingle, enjoying the tickling sensation of Sweetie's hot, dripping tongue, until finally, tired of drawing this out, she moved her head forward, snaking her tongue into Sweetie's mouth, opnening the other filly's eyes wide in surprise. A pair of yellow hooves embracing the delicious filly prevented her from protesting, but still she was stiffened from fear, and unresponsive to Applebloom's lips meeting hers, her tongue not reacting to her friend's sloppy gifts.
On the other end of Sweetie, Scootaloo was for a moment out, touching herself at the sight. Noting Sweetie's current reluctance to cooperate, she embraced her waist, and, with a rather liberal application of force, spanked Sweetie's shiny flank, which was still coated with the lustredust. It wiggled, mesmerising Scootaloo with its glistening delicacy and the fearful obedience under her hoof. Sweetie Belle moaned, muffled by Applebloom's prolonged kiss and turned completely red, then started quivering and submitted herself, finally returning the love given to her mouth by Applebloom's tongue while Scootaloo ran her hooves across her delicious flank, squeezing, slapping and finally kissing, then licking it rhytmically, eliciting another series of moans from the white filly.
Meanwhile, Applebloom was busy getting the most out of Sweetie's mouth, parting with it to gasp greedily for breath, then quickly reuniting in another kiss. There was barely any resistance, save for the occassional shudder and a tear in Sweetie's eye, one Applebloom was all too quick to lick up, smiling sweetly at her delicious filly while she looked at her, all dazed and confused by what was being done to her, almost choking out that she doesn't like this anymore, before Scootaloo decided she had enough of the taste of Sweetie's glossy flanks, and that, taking advantage of her lifted tail, she'd try another treat.
The pegasus' tongue, exploring Sweetie's no-no parts, probing the outer lips cautiously, was welcomed by a hot wetness and a distant yes-yes, a moan of Sweetie's, as if she was begging for more, to be cleaned on the inside too, to give her that lovely, slick warmth, to put it between her legs. Her hips started moving on her own, pressing Sweetie's demanding loins into Scootaloo's face as Applebloom attempted to silence the unicorn with another kiss. Scootaloo didn't need much time to react, and started lapping at Sweetie's cunt, another tasty treat of this morning.
As her friends' tongues penetrated her, Sweetie felt as if a liquid flame was burning her on two ends, heating he up on the inside, making her breaths quick and her legs wobbly, her flank shaky and her back arched. She was losing herself, she felt, as if slowly Applebloom's kisses reduced her to a hungry, lusting mouth, as if Scootaloo's suckling concentrated her, the Sweetie Belle, into that single hole that begged to be filled, and the filly despairingly, wretchedly, kept begging for more and more of their love as they made her theirs with their mouths, until at some point she felt a thing – a supreme thng! - building up in her, every touch of Scootaloo's tongue sliding inside of her filling her up with more and more bliss, until she couldn't hold it back anymore and something, like a thunder, raged through her entire body, causing the filly to whimper, pant, blush and buck her hips senselessly.
Then, before even the daze passed, she was on the floor, laid on her back, and Scootaloo was seated on her face, whining quietly, while Applebloom was teasing her little snatch with her hoof, causing her to moan and whimper into Scoots' crotch before the pegasus pressed down, urging her to suckle at her. Which she did. The other filly started rocking on top of her, biting her lip in pure bliss, as Sweetie's tired, numb tongue was exploring her, parting her outer lips, heating her up, until several minutes of empty-headed licking, teasing and lapping she came on Sweetie's face throwing her head back in a silent cry of delight, then slumping to the floor in exhaustion.
Sweetie was barely allowed a breath before Applebloom, feral arousal in her eyes, turned her over and, laying on the floor, presented to her her own craving and dripping pussy, grasping the unicorn's horn with one hoof and guiding the filly down, expecting her to deliver some pleasure – which Sweetie, beyond thinking for now, complacently did.
As she was servicing Applebloom, Scootaloo, slowly coming to, noted her upturned rump, and unable to resist, gave it a few more slaps, provoking the white filly to whimper and suckle Appleboom between the legs more eagerly, sticking her lovely butt up in the air and holding her tail shamelessly, beggingly lifted. Scootaloo gave her a few mischievous kisses between the legs but refused to go further until Sweetie was literally trying to impale her butt on the pegasus' snout.
Soon all three were moaning and quivering in pleasure at tasting or being tasted, and not before long, Sweetie's snout was sprayed by Applebloom's juices as she was thrashing madly in the bouts of her own orgasm. The room after that was filled with the panting of three tired fillies who sprawled next to each other on the floor.
“What...what was that,” mumbled Sweetie, as the horror of her slowly dawning comprehension started revealing itself to her, and her body felt a sudden revulsion at what she has done, at what seemed so pleasurable only minutes ago. Scootaloo and Applebloom tried to embrace her, but she fough back weakly, until at one moment a voice from behind the door made them all go stiff.
“We're going out Sweetie, don't be late to the parade. We left you a breakfast in the kitchen!” Followed by tapping of hooves and a door being locked. The three fillies sighed in relief, thankful for the thick walls and the locked bedroom door.
For a long time, they were just staring blankly at the ceiling. Then, Scootaloo, giving Sweetie's lovely body a passing glance, noted a thing, namely that it was still dirty as hell. In fact, messier than before.
“Um...Sweetie, you're still dirty.”
The white filly momentarily forgot about gloomy thoughts of what just happened to her, and instead got angry. Mightily angry. “WHAT? Oh no, now I have to wash myself after your good-for-nothing cleaning! I swear, this is the last time I let you do something stupid like that! I'm so tired I can barely walk!”
“Oh no Sweetie, if you can barely walk, how can you take a shower?”, asked Scootaloo with mock concern.
Applebloom responded with a sinister smile. “We'll help her, of course!”
