A Fancy Sweet

by Storied Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fancypants, Sex
Length: 5037

Fancy Pants are convinced to babysit Sweetie Bell, which turns out to be better than he thought.

Fancy Pants was just visiting Rarity to order a new suit, when the fashionista got pulled off on another harrowing adventure. With no time to spare, she convinced Fancy to look after Sweetie Bell for a couple of hours.

Little did Sweetie Bell know that being babysat could be quite this fun, and this quest for a cutiemark was ever so exiting.

This is the second of a series of requests I've agreed to write, and it's not for the faint of heart.
Trigger warning:
Consensual Foalcon, Anal and Oral

Published 2012-12-04 23:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-04 23:40:01 UTC

Fancy That

It's with some disbelief that Fancy Pants looks on as the door to the Carousel Boutique closes, a full white flank having just escaped through it, leaving only the cheerful jingle of the bell behind.

“I say... Lady Rarity is certainly gifted in the art of persuasion.” he say, eyes rolling slightly as he ponder the predicament he's now in. To think that he only came here to check the progress on a dress for his beloved Fleur, but somehow found himself roped into babysitting Raritys sister Sweetie Ball. Or was it Sweetie Belle?

His attention turns towards a clamour coming from upstairs, and just as he's about to walk over and enquire into what's going on, he hear a door slam open and little steps quickly trotting down the stairs.

“Rarityyyyyyy!” the voice of a young unicorn shouts out, a whining sound that's directly reminding him of Rarity herself, but with a frankly adorable little squeak in it. The shout stops as the owner of the voice thunders into view, and Fancy gives a polite, if somewhat awkward, nod towards the filly. “Who're you?” she asks.

“Ah, my name is Fancy Pants, young lady. I take it you're Sweetie Ball?” yes, ball, that was it. He's sure of it. But at the look of distaste that graces the fillies muzzle, he starts to doubt himself.

“It's Sweetie BELLE.” she exclaims, but any annoyance at his mistake seems to be quickly dispelled as she moments after rushes up to quite conspicuously stare at his flank. Fillies nowadays are a lot more adventurous than in his time, that's for certain. “Oooh, crowns! Does that mean you're a Prince! Are you here to marry sis? Did you get your cutiemark from doing princely stuff?” The barrage of questions come quicker than he can possibly answer, Sweeties nose practically pressed against the cutiemark on his flank and it makes him feel somewhat self-conscious.

“Dear miss Belle, I say, I'm a jeweller, not a prince. My cutiemark shows my talent at making jewellery, no more.” he none the less explain, inching himself a bit away from the filly at the same time. “Say, why are you wondering about my cutiemark?”

“Jewellery? You can get a cutiemark for making that? I can't wait to tell the others!” she exclaims, practically skipping with joy as she moves up in front of him. “Oh! Because I'm a CUTIE MARK CRUSADER! Always questing to find my cutiemark!”

Fancy rears back at the sudden shout, a surprised whinny escaping him and as he lands again, he's faced with an up close view of Sweeties behind, tail raised as she shows off her blank flanks to make her point. Of course, that's not the only thing she shows off. Fancys eyes stray to the side, looking to her dock and after only a few moments, lower still. It only takes mere seconds, but he still savours the perfect view of that puckered little anus, looking so snug and innocent on a foal that's just filled with energy. The view is just as good a bit lower and he found himself gazing at that thin, puffy looking slit of hers. “Oh... My. That sounds like... Awfully hard work.” he manages to get out, giving his head a brief shake to try and get rid of the image of that immature and delicate looking sex.

“You have no idea...” she sighs out, head hanging low for a moment and her tail finally drops down again, hiding her treasures from sight. “Oh, but maybe you have some ideas mister!”

“Well, I...” he begins, only to stop again as Sweetie turns around and gives a loud gasp, those bright eyes shining with excitement that she's obviously having a hard time containing.

“Is that... Is that your... Willy?” She say the last word in barely more than a whisper, as indeed, when she looks to Fancy again, she can clearly see that under his stomach, a lengthy shaft is poking out, the view he received obviously having had an effect on him. To his credit, however, he barely gives a blush.

“I believe so, I do guess I feel a bit frisky.” An odd explanation you might think, but this is Equestria, and without a taboo for nudity, it's only natural for some exposure to occur even when among foals. Likely she have already seen her fathers, if none other.

“Frisky? Oooh, may I touch it? Dad Never lets me touch his.” she asks, and Fancy takes a step back in surprise. That's a highly irregular question at least, but it seems to have an effect on him. Below his body, his throbbing girth sway as he moves, a twitch signifying the obvious arousal, and he's hard pressed to say no to this foal.

“I don't think so my dear. It wouldn't be proper.” To his credit he's a better stallion than his base desires.

“Pleeeeease? I promise to be careful!” she squeaks out, giving him the most adorable puppy eyes she can muster, a small pout on her lips as she stares up at him. Fancy can't help but look at her, really look at her. He's almost transfixed by how utterly cute she looks. With eyes that are used to look at fine details in jewellery, he now takes in the sight of her soft, creamy white coat and that dull, unpractised horn right at her forehead. Her pink and purple mane framed her horn rather sweetly as well, it's enough to melt any old stallions heart.

“I... Well...” he begins, and she pouts at him a bit harder still. “Oh very well. I might even show you what it's for, if you're a good filly and do as told after that.” he relents, heartbeat already speeding up. He really can't believe he's agreeing to this, it's just so wrong on so many levels. It doesn't stop him from once again being reminded of how she presented herself for him, the way her adorable little butt shone like such an exciting target, especially that snug star, but he really shouldn't.

“Whohoo! I mean... Yes sir, I'll be good!” she exclaims, giving him the widest of smiles for just a moment, before she surprise him again by darting up close to him. “Now lemme see!”

Fancy barely have time to move before she manages to push her way in between his legs, crawling down to her knees to take a really close up view of his girth. He shivers slightly as he feel her warm breath on it, and she seems to lean in close enough to take a whiff of how it smells as well.

“You may touch it, if you're careful.” he suggests, trying hard to keep his tone steady even as he feel every touch of the curios foal. It serves to arouse him even further, making his tail twitch back and forth.

“You mean like this?” the squeaky little voice asks, and as she reaches up with a hoof, he groans out in pleasure, feeling the small foal experiment by stroking and rubbing on the swelling shaft. The sole of her hooves haven't yet grown to be as course as an adults, so it feels heavenly to him despite the lack of experience, even better than when Fleur does it, and he thought her unrivalled.

“Yes... That's good. Do that again.” he breaths out, shaft firming up against her touch and he can feel it bump into her face for a moment, or at least he guesses it's her face. She made an adorable little “Ewww” at least, and scuttled back slightly.

“It poked me!” she complains, bringing a small laugh from Fancy and he can't help but look down between his own legs, being faced again with the beautiful view of a foals fillyhood and tiny little star. Up close he also get to see just how soft she looks, that creamy coat looking so perfect on a rump that still haven't lost all its baby fat. The very sight makes him groan again, but he manages to keep from doing anything indecent. Well, aside from a little staring that is.

“Well, it's a good sign my dear. You should try and give it a lick, it's what adult mares do.” he suggests, he just can't help himself. Just imagining the feeling of getting such a cute little foal to give him a blowjob eggs him on, and he's definitely ready to take this wherever it might go.

“Yuck! No that's gross. You pee from there!” She exclaims, and soon after she gives a giggle just at the thought of it. It is a silly idea really, why would any mare want to lick him there? She doesn't stop experimenting however, and begins to rub and poke all over his scrotum, small hooves even running down to rub along his balls, his sack swaying slightly as she toy with it and every touch makes him give off a light groan.

“I do not believe it's quite as, ah 'gross', as you assume. Let me show you.” he speaks, head in a bit of a haze as he finally gives in to his desires. Fancy leans in with his neck, letting the tip of his muzzle nose Sweeties tail to the side, and the foal gives a deeply surprised gasp as she suddenly experience a warm, hot, tongue sliding right across those tender, silky filly lips. His nose is filled with the smell of a tender little unicorn, tongue fully taking in the feeling of that soft, pink skin against it, and he makes sure to deliberately push his touch so it strokes against her little nub of a clit as well.

“Ah..! That... That feels funny.” Sweetie squeaks out, an adorable moan escaping her as his tongue probes along her prepubescent privates, teasingly spreading her little sex open and giving Fancy such a nice view of her tiny hole.

“It'll get better soon.” he speaks, his words sending soft vibrations into her puffy little mound, making her shiver slightly in slowly raising pleasure. Who knew that private parts could be so fun? Fancy do notice, with some disappointment, that she seems to have entirely forgotten about her quest to explore his privates though, but he doesn't mind terribly right now.

“Oh.... Oh... It's tickling mister.” she breaths out, squirming slightly in place as her excitement grows, and he can feel how her hips push back against his muzzle, feeling how she's pushing back into him, making him all the more eager to pleasure her. He can see how she looks down underneath herself as well, and for a moment their eyes meet. “Doesn't... Doesn't that taste all... Icky?” she asks between delicate little moans.

“Not at all. You're a cute and clean filly, and the taste is quite refined.” he responds, giving another soft kiss to those puffy, and now increasingly slick, folds of hers. He's starting to get a good taste of her, and she surprises him by being rather sweet even here, it fits her name, and probably has to do with her diet. Fleur always had a more... Tangy taste, but this one? He could get used to it.

By now, Sweeties tail have taken on a life of its own. It sweeps back and forth across his chin, every lick making her innocent little body shiver and he can tell that, inexperienced as she might be, she is quickly approaching her very first climax.

“I... I see...” she pants out, legs now a bit wobbly as pleasure starts to run through her young body, that baby-soft pussy pushing and pulling away from him as she instinctively react to a stallion having his way with her. She was becoming even hotter against him too, her little clit feeling stiff against his lips as he leans in to rub teasingly along it, a lustful squeal coming from her small lungs. “I'm... bursting...” she pants out, and he takes that opportunity to push his tongue firmly against her small hole, stretching it slightly for the first time. Together with everything else, it's finally enough to make her come. He can feel her thighs tensing up, and if he had been able to look, he'd see her tiny pucker squeezing rhythmical. As it is, he has to make do with the feeling of her hot juice rushing out of her pussy, tongue lapping up as much of the sweet liquid as he can, but he can't stop his moustache from getting completely covered in it. He's not sure he'd want to. She did cry out as well at this, a full wail of pleasure that he sincerely hopes no one else can hear, but it doesn't stop him from keeping up with the tongue bath a bit longer, only ceasing entirely as she finally seems to slump down, the young foal laying down panting right at the floor.

“Wasn't that fun Sweetie?” the now thoroughly aroused Canterlot Dignitary asks, carefully stepping away from the filly at the same time, if only so that he can get a better view of her adorably slumped up form. He watches how she gives another shiver or two in the aftermath of her pleasure, his lust blatant at a single glance, his every step making his erection sway beneath him.

“Uh-huh...” Sweetie manages to pant out, but it's not long until she clambers up to her legs again. There's not much that can keep a cutiemark crusader down, certainly not something as simple as this. “Can... Can your willy do anything like that too?”

Fancys smile grow even wider at this question. His monocle have managed to keep hanging on to his face through all this, but now it fall off of his muzzle, swinging down before it catches on its chain. “Why, of course. If you want, I can let you in on a secret little game that older ponies like to play.” he speaks.

“Oh, yes please!”

Fancy chuckles at her eager response. “I'm not sure. Do you think you can handle it? It's for big girls after all.” he teases her, walking away from her for a moment. Surprisingly enough, he seems to be heading for the kitchen. Sweetie herself looks a bit surprised at the answer, it takes her a moment to decide to hurry after him. He can't leave her hanging now, not after showing her all this.

“Hey, that's not fair! I am a big girl too! I'm a cutiemark crusader, we're tougher than most!” she exclaims, keeping pace with him as he walks into the kitchen area and begins looking through the cupboards, seeming to peer around for something. He's infinitely amused by Sweeties insistence to play, and he's certainly not going to disappoint her.

“Well, if you think you're sure you can handle it my dear.” he speaks, appearing to find what he was looking for. His horn lights up as he hoover out a jar of coconut oil, magic deftly unscrewing it and letting a goop of it flow in the air, slowly melting as he heat it up. “But you need to do as you're told.”

“Of course! I promise to be good!” she exclaims with such an enthusiastic smile that it makes his heart melt. She looks so eager as she stand there, seemingly adoring him for simply showing her how fun it can be to play such a grown-up game.

“It's easy, just turn around and lift your tail up high, I'll do the rest.” he speak, and it's probably lucky that Opal doesn't seem to be anywhere close. The way he almost purred would surely have been seen as a challenge.

“Oh. I can do that!” she squeaks out and promptly hops around. He watches her struggle for just a moment in getting her tail raised and out of the way, but he's not complaining, it makes that pretty little rump wiggle enticingly right in his view, and it's making his cock give a small twitch of desire. Celestia she looks good like that, and her puckered ass looks especially inviting, what with that snug star wiggling back and forth like the most exquisitely tight target. He takes the goop of coconut oil, magically applying this natural lubricant along the length of his swollen girth. It'll definitely come well in hoof.

“Very good! You might be able to handle it after all.” he compliments her, stepping over towards the younger pony at that. If she were an adult, he'd have straddled her back to get into a comfortable height for a 'connection', but since she's still a foal, he just walks and stands over her again, making her crouch down slightly. “Now, this is going to feel a bit strange, so tell me if you want to stop.”

“Umm, alright.” she stammers out. She can't help but be a bit nervous. She can feel his big weight settling in over her, her little horn pressing up against his chest. From behind, she can feel something... Pokey and slippery prod against her soft rump, and she wiggles back and forth in reaction to it. “Umm... Will it hurt?” she asks meekly.

Fancy is already eager to feel her, to fill her up as his tiny little mare. Her question snaps him out of it however, and he looks down at her, giving her a reassuring smile. “It's going to be a bit uncomfortable at first, and it might sting a bit, but if it hurts, I want you to tell me. It means you still need to grow a bit.” he explains, and she gives him a nod to show that she's understood. She's plenty big enough of course, at least in her own mind.

Suddenly, Sweetie feels how that thick, equine head brushes against her soft rump. She can vividly experience how it trails along her, Fancy moving back and forth slightly where he stand on top of her. “Ahh! Isn't that.. The wrong place?” she suddenly asks, having felt him press up right underneath her tail and it just feels... Weird to have him push against that spot. Stranger than when he was licking her at least, but not really bad.

Fancy gives a dignified, if he may say so himself, groan of pleasure at the feeling. His tip is pressing softly against the fillies tight anus, and he can feel it twitch slightly as he applies some more force to it. In response to her words, he leans over and gives her mane a soft nuzzle. “Not at all. That's where the big girls play.”

Soon, Fancy pushes forward, using his weight to lightly push Sweetie against the floor. Hips press down on her as well, making his twitching cock slowly work to spread her tailhole open. His ears twitch a bit as he hear Sweetie give out an adorable little groan, This is going to be beyond magnificent.

“So weird...” Sweetie moans out, her little hips wriggling slightly at the feeling. She can oh so clearly feel her rump opening up, her mind blanking as her senses are assaulted with such a new experience. “Ow...” she whimpers, a small jolt of pain surging into her as Fancy gave another push, her rump responding by squeezing firmly down around the intruder. It was only a brief jolt though, and instead of complaining, she pushes back a bit against him. She's a big girl, she can take it all.

Fancy grunts out again, feeling her velvety inner walls pulse around his length, every twitch of her body sending a surge of pure, unadulterated, pleasure through his body and into his brain. It leaves him almost breathless. In his pleasure, his horn lights up slightly, muzzle giving Sweetie a soft kiss to that blunt horn of hers as he heard her little whimper, trying to be reassuring while still saving his breath by not speaking. Just taking her like this, taking a foal, feels different from any other mare he's ever experienced. He can usually feel the muscles and strength in the pony beneath him, but with Sweetie it feels like he's got his own little marshmallow pillow that's both adorable, and so tight he'll brave Tartarus to feel it in the future as well.

Sweetie feels him hilt inside of her rump. He feels big, huge, like if he pushes in even a little bit more, she'll burst. She whimpers slightly again as she feel his balls lightly slap against her, her mouth open in a soft pant as she takes in the feeling of being oh so very full. She had never imagined anything going into her rump like that, but she have to admit that it makes her tummy tickle a bit like when he was licking her. “I fell... I feel...” she breaths out, only to have her words die in her throat as Fancy pulls back, the tiny walls of her anus clenching down around the retreating member, trying to keep it inside even as she cries out in mixed pleasure and discomfort.

“Such a sexy... Foal.” Fancy himself grunts out, feeling how her snug ass is being tugged along with his girth, a small spurt of pree leaking into her cavity as he pull almost all the way out again. He rests there for a few moment, breathing heavily and trying to control his feelings. He don't want to cum quite yet, and he can feel Sweetie shivering slightly underneath him.

“Are... Are you done already?” Sweetie whines out at him, sounding a bit disappointed at the loss of that radiating heat within her body. She even tries to wriggle back a bit against him, to try and push her rump further onto his cock again. Fancy just gives a breathless laugh.

“Not yet my dear.” He speaks right before he gives sheaths himself within her bowels again, his whole body pushing forward, thrusting his length deep back into her innocent little ass. He can feel how his body connect with her, her soft flesh cushioning him as he begins to shove in and out of her at a steady pace, making his little unicorn cry out in pleasure each time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Sweetie cries out, each thrust making the foal shiver in pleasure, her anus clenching down firmly whenever her babysitters cock pulls out. This is the best game she's ever played, she have to tell the girls about it.

Sweeties moans are egging Fancy on further, his body moving faster as he eagerly ruts the young filly, his mind blanking out whenever another jolt of lust and pleasure surges through his body. He's already feeling himself get closer to an orgasm and the only thing he's missing from taking an adult, is the ability to nuzzle and tug at her mane.

At each of Fancys rhythmic thrusts, Sweetie gives another squeal of pleasure. That long, dark, shaft of his feels wonderful, every little move of it making the penetration feel so vivid, sending butterflies through her body. Just as when he was licking her, she can feel something build up inside of her, a pressure that's begging to be released.

Fancy slams into her now, bucking his hips harder and harder against the innocent foal beneath him, thrusting into her slick anus with abandon. The sounds that echo in Raritys kitchen are lewd, the sound of a slick, hot cock pulling in or out of Sweetie, followed by a slap as her marshmallow butt meets his hips, his balls slapping lightly into her as well. Her young pussy is already drooling with juices again, dripping lightly on the floor below them.

Suddenly, Sweetie cries out loudly. Her body is shuddering as she reaches her peak for the second time in her life. Her insides react as well, clamping down even harder along the intruder, squeezing again and again along his length. It's too much for Fancys already addled mind to handle, and after a few more animal like thrusts, he shoves deep into her pretty little rear entrance, filling her up as much as he can.

“Oh Luna.” he moans out, his cock giving a series of sharp twitches within her body, and he can feel a surging sensation as cum rushes through him, shooting into the rump of this cute little foal. The orgasmic sensations blank out his mind, he can't think, only experience the feeling of mating with such a young partner, and doing it in such a kinky way too.

Sweetie moans again when he feel him shoot... Something inside of her. It feels warm, and strangely soothing against her now sore insides. She collapses against the floor, barely capable of holding her little rump up as he legs give out. It's too much, but it's so very, very good. See? She's a big girl, she could take him. Maybe she even got her cutiemark from it? She tries to turn her head to look, but she's too exhausted.

Fancys pleasure slowly die down, his legs shaky, but he manages to keep upright even when the filly collapses. He holds there for a minute or two, letting the final surges of pleasure die down before he slowly backs away, making the young filly groan out as his cock withdraws. His ear twitched at the little noise that came as his tip got tugged out entirely.

Fancy Pants looks down at his depraved scene with a satisfied and tired smile. Sweetie Belle looks completely spent, her tail hanging limply to the side of her marshmallow butt. It gives him a perfect view of her now wide open anus. and it's with some remnants of desire that he watches his cum slowly trickle out of her tiny behind, dribbling down and coating her pussy lightly as well.

“Did I... Did I... Get my cutiemark?” she asks out loud, her body still feeling faint, but she have her priorities and she have to ask. It'd be awesome to have a cutiemark of something that feels so good. Of course, thanks to her closed eyes, she doesn't get to see Fancy rear back slightly at that surprising question, and he takes another look at her flank to make sure.

No cutiemark. “Thank Celestia.” he whispers. He have no desire to explain how something like that had come to pass. “No, no you didn't get your cutiemark. But don't worry, you'll get one soon enough.” he tells her, walking up to her side so that he can lean in and nuzzle her cheek.

“Awww. But maybe we can do this again sometime? I liked it...” she speaks, trailing off with an adorable blush on her cheeks. She can still feel how her rump stayed open, the cool air making her shiver slightly. “I'm sore.” she adds, finally looking back towards her own flank, though of course she can't see the mess he have made of her.

Fancys horn lights up for a few moments as he magically grabs some paper towels from the nearby shelf, proceeding to nudge Sweetie with his nose as well. “It'll soon pass my dear. But come now, we should clean up before Lady Rarity returns.” As he say that, he swipes a towel right across Sweeties slit and over her anus, catching much of the mess while at the same time making her squeal out again.

“Ah!” she squeaks out, but then she just giggles, energy returning as she stretches out for a moment. “Yeah, sis would be mad at me if I was all sticky like this.”

After cleaning up the floor, and disposing the towels, Fancy and Sweetie both share a quick shower. He makes sure to get the smell of sex out of her, and after an hour or two, even her tailhole had closed up and looked almost as untouched as before he started. It made him want to rut her again really. Still, for the rest of the time they were waiting, he made sure to entertain her with more innocent games.

Suddenly, the bell rings out and Rarity steps inside. “I swear, I'm of half a mind to tell the Princess that next time, she'll have to send the royal guard on these little errands of hers.” she mutters out, but as she's faced with Fancy Pants, looking as well kept and proper as always, she can't help but feel a bit abashed at her appearance.

“Ah, Lady Rarity. I gather that your 'little errand' got a bit out of hoof?” He asks, sounding a bit amused as he regards her appearance.

“Sis! You're back!” Sweetie cheerfully exclaims, they had both heard the bell ring and she rushed up to give her sister a nuzzle.

“Just a bit yes, but nothing I couldn't handle, ehehe.” Rarity say, a small blush grazing her features. “But it's nothing interesting. Sweetie Belle didn't give you any trouble I hope? You're such a darling for helping me take care of her.”

“Sis! I'm not giving anypony trouble!” Sweetie huffs.

“She was a perfect sweetheart the entire time. I dare say we got along well, didn't we Sweetie?” he nods towards the smaller unicorn.

“Yeah! Fancy's great, he told me aaaall about Canterlot too.”

“Oh, well, that's good then.” Rarity answers, obviously a bit surprised. “I didn't know you were so good with foals, but I'm glad to hear it.”

“It's no trouble at all Lady Rarity. I'll gladly take care of her again, the next time I visit.” he answers, and he can't help but take another glance at Sweeties rump as he say so. Her tail swayed to the side for just a moment. He noticed how Rarity perked up as well, seems like his suggestion was appreciated.

They exchange pleasantries a bit longer, but then Fancy decides it's time for him to head off. He asks her to send him a letter once Fleurs new dress is done, since that's what he was here for to begin with. Even as he leaves, he's already imagining how pleasant his next visit here will be, he had never imagined the seamstress little sister to be such a fun little girl.