Sweetie Belle laid her head against the plush pillows that encircling her head. Her ear flicked against her neck as she began to awake. The scent of fresh bacon wafted through her door, the sound of sizzling grease could be heard from down the hallway. Sweetie’s eyes began to open as she steadily emerged from the haze of her rest. She groaned and emerged from her castle of comfort and stepped onto the cold wooden floors.

Sweetie went through her normal routines. She brushed her coat, brushed her teeth, curled her mane, checked her underdeveloped breasts for lumps, practiced a song she had been working on, and swabbed the inside of her Labia in order to collect a sample of her own vaginal secretions.
Sweetie Belle always loved testing herself for any type of vaginal disorder. She had cleared herself from the worry of any cervical diseases long ago but it still brought her joy. The feeling of her hoof rhythmically rubbing the outer lips of her vagina sent chills down her spine and made her whole body flush. She had no idea why, but testing was the most fantastic thing she had ever discovered.

Sweetie turned a handle attached to the bathroom wall with her mouth. Bright, steaming water began pouring from a facet above her head. She entered tentatively, wetting her body in sections. First her back hooves, then her flank, her lower back, her mane, all the way to her muzzle. She left let the water cast down her face, dripping down her neck onto her belly, as she began her daily tests. She caressed her front hoof around the front of her vagina, delicately brushing her clitoris with each rotation. This was always her favorite part of testing. She began rubbing deeper and harder, feeling the warmth of her entire body coupled with the cascading water creating a pocket of depth that wrapped around her very being. She had never tested this extensively before. Her hind legs had begun to give out and she leaned flank against the tiled wall for support. Sweetie’s mind began to blur as a single moan escaped her muzzle. She was rubbing harder than now, viciously pulsing her hoof against her vagina. She no longer noticed when her hoof forced its way inside of her. All she felt was her entire body convulses with spasms as a blinding light filled her eyes. Finally, she was overtaken by the most orgasmic feeling she had ever experienced.

It was all over. Sweetie was tired and had been soaking for entirely too long.

“That experimentation was fantastic…” She thought as she began to take stock of her situation.

To her horror her front hoof and hind legs were dripping in blood. Upon further examination she discovered the source of her bleeding was her vagina. She franticly checked the rest of her body for anything else to be wrong. Finding nothing, she washed off the blood and inspected her vagina. All was fine as far as she could tell, but something seemed to be wrong. Upon closer examination she discovered she had broken her hymen.

She had studied this; she knew how to handle it. But that didn’t help to quench the nervousness she felt in the pit of her stomach.

With a second look the bleeding had subsided and all seemed well. All except for the discoloration Sweetie noticed on her flank.

Sweetie Belle spun around and around trying to get a better look. She eventually got her flank stuck between the faucets and could crane her neck enough to get a proper look.

Between the partings of her curled, wet mane, through the harsh steam of the shower, she made out a diagram of the female reproductive system imbedded on her flank.

“That’s what that flash was!” Sweetie Belle thought aloud.

Mixed feelings began to overtake Sweetie as she finally grasped the situation. She finally had her cutie mark. She had finally completed the ultimate quest that had haunted her for the better part of her life. The problem was it announced to every citizen of equestrian that her special talent, the one thing that separated her from every other pony, involved the care and treatment of the vagina.

Twilight Sparkle was having a normal morning. Then Sweetie Belle happened. Books exploded everywhere, Spike was shouting something about knocking next time, and Sweetie Belle was shouting something about a vagina.

“Slow down Sweetie Belle, and tell me what happened” Twilight said, stumbling backwards.

“My vagina started pouring out blood, and I got my cutie mark, it’s a vagina, and now I need to check out some books!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

“Do they involve the same subjects as the books you checked out last month?” Twilight inquired.

“No, those were for Rarity. Today I need books about mare anatomy.”

Twilight blushed, and then called Spike over.

“Spike, go get me ‘Gynecology 101’, ‘Pony Anatomy for Foals’, and ‘Equestrian Girls’.”

Spike went over to the shelves and grabbed the first two, then glanced around and ran over to his bed to grab “Equestrian Girls” out from under it. He nonchalantly wandered back over to the bookshelf, then walked over to Twilight and handed her the books.

Right at that moment Rarity burst into the door.

“Sweetie Belle, are you alright?! I went upstairs to see if you were still in the shower and there was blood everywh…”

She suddenly caught sight of the vagina adorning the filly’s flank. “Oh DEAR SWEET CELESTIA! A lesbian in the family! What is this bloodline coming to…” she stumbled back out the door and wandered off down the street.
Twilight looked back down at the filly, noticing for the first time the vaginal cutie mark.

“So that’s why Spike has been trying to hide his raging boner for the past five minutes.” she thought to herself. “This can only mean that-“

She was abruptly snapped out of her thoughts to the sound of screeching cart wheels, and glanced up to see Rarity get nailed by an out of control cart. Her body flew across the street and splattered against the wall of Sugarcube Corner, where Pinkie leaned out the door and started collecting chucks of Rarity and putting them in a bucket.

Twilight glanced back at Sweetie Belle. “So now that you know your special talent, what are you going to do?” she asked.

“I’m gonna be a stripper!” she exclaimed as she ran off to find the other two crusaders to tell them about their vaginas.

The End

Author's Note

Sam helped with this one. Also, what the literal fuck.