Cutie Mark Crusaders Pets and Masters, Yay!

Scootaloo sighed, her eyes halfway closed, tossing the ball back to Sweetie Belle. “What HAVEN’T we tried yet? And where’s Applebloom? Didn’t she say she’d meet us here,” asked an annoyed Scootaloo. “Yes she did. I don’t think she’s lost,” replied a calm Sweetie Belle.

Scootaloo let out a sigh and swung as hard as she could, making contact with the ball and sending it into the nearby fountain. “Great, now what are we going to do,” said Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle focused, her horn lighting up at the tip, but then it sparked and nothing happened.

The two fillies turned at the sound of somepony walking towards them, noticing their friend Applebloom. “Finally. Where did you go, the other side of the world and back,” Scootaloo questioned. “No, just took some time to gather a few things,” Applebloom replied with a smile on her face, motioning to her saddle bags which seemed to contain some strange looking items.

They arrived back at their clubhouse and went inside. Applebloom opened her saddle bags and deposited the contents on the floor. Scootaloo was the first to notice the collars and leashes. “What do we need these for? Are we walking dogs? I thought we already tried that.” A grin spread across Applebloom’s face, and she motioned for them to come closer. “Ah figured we could trah that new thing goin’ on. Ah think they call it pet play. Maybe we could get our cutie marks in being pets and masters.”

Scootaloo was drawing blanks, but Sweetie Belle quickly understood. Her sister had become a part of that fandom, seeming to bring in a new pony every night on a collar and leash. “Are you sure this is safe, Applebloom? What if we get caught?” Scootaloo glanced at Sweetie Belle, even more confused. “Wait wait wait, what are you talking about? What do you mean by pet play?” Sweetie Belle crossed her hooves, her face turning red, both Applebloom and Scootaloo staring at her intently. “W-well… Rarity has done it a few times when I was supposed to be asleep… I watched her a few times.”

Applebloom looked at her small collection, quickly snatching up a long brown pole shaped object with grey spots on it, the toy flopping around as she swung it. “So do ya know how these are used? They look really weird.” Sweetie Belle nodded her head, her face getting redder every second. “Applebloom… Where did you get these,” Scootaloo asked, tossing a red ball with straps on both sides into the air, catching it. “Ah got em from under Applejack’s bed. She has a whole box of em.”

Sweetie Belle watched them mess around with the toys, and she could do nothing except blush and fidget around, getting aroused at the scene. “M-maybe we should stop… This is something adults are meant to do…” The other Crusaders looked back at her, quickly noticing she was acting strange. “Come on Sweetie Belle, we haven’ tried it yet. We could get our cutie marks as pets n’ masters,” Applebloom said, now swinging around a string with beads on it like a lasso. “Yeah Sweetie Belle, what’s the matter? It’s not like we’re breaking the law or anything,” Scootaloo agreed.

Sweetie Belle lowered her head in defeat, and the other two fillies smiled. “Cutie Mark Crusaders Pets and Masters, yay,” they both shouted in unison. They glanced towards Sweetie Belle. “So Sweetie, what should we do? How about you be the master first and me and Scoots will be the pets,” asked Applebloom. “Hey! I don’t particularly want to be a pet,” Scootaloo said. “But Scootaloo, how will you know if it’s your special talent or not?”

Scootaloo turned around, folding her arms, eyes closed and nose tilted up. Applebloom grinned. “What are y’all, chicken?” Applebloom began her little rant. Scootaloo whipped around and pointed a hoof at Applebloom. “Of course I’m not!” Applebloom raised an eye brow, and Scootaloo broke, breathing a sigh. “Fine… But just this once! I get to be the master next, though.”

Applebloom nodded and turned to look at Sweetie Belle. “So what should we do first? Put on these collars and leashes?” Sweetie Belle nodded, and Applebloom noticed she was panting and sweating for some reason, but ignored it for now. Her and Scootaloo slipped on the collars and hooked the leashes on. Sweetie Belle rose to her hooves, a small white puddle on the floor where she had been sitting. Neither of the pets noticed it since they were too excited to try another thing to get their cutie marks.

Sweetie Belle grabbed their leashes and tugged Applebloom’s leash. She gave no resistance, getting closer to Sweetie Belle. The master sat on her flank and spread her legs, her virgin cunt dripping with juices. “Lick it, pet,” she said. Applebloom bent down, dragging her tongue across the thin slit. Sweetie Belle let out a loud moan, and yanked Applebloom’s leash, forcing her friend’s face deeper into her wet pony pussy. “Don’t you dare stop. There will be consequences if you do, understood?”

Applebloom continued her licking, the taste weird, but not bad. Scootaloo felt a liquid run down her leg, and sneaking a peak between her legs, she saw her own slit soaked with her juices. Sweetie Belle noticed this, and noticed the puddle forming under Applebloom as well. “Raise your rump high,” she tugged on Applebloom’s leash, “and you,” she pointed to Scootaloo, “start licking her like she is licking me.”

Applebloom did as commanded, raising her flank as high as she could. Scootaloo flipped onto her back and crawled under Applebloom, a drop of her filly juice hitting Scootaloo’s face. Scootaloo wiped it off and looked at the wet cunt. She took a slow lick at first to taste it. Applebloom wobbled, nearly falling over from the pleasure.

Sweetie Belle pet Applebloom’s mane, then undid her bow and used it to tie Applebloom’s tail to her back. Applebloom pushed against Scootaloo and licked Sweetie Belle harder, dragging her tongue roughly up and down Sweetie Belle’s pussy. Scootaloo lowered a hoof to her own sweet spot and began to rub herself while she forced her tongue against Applebloom.

Sweetie Belle tapped Applebloom. “Insert your tongue in me pet. I want to feel your tongue taste all of me. Other pet, you do the same to her.” Applebloom forced her tongue forward, pushing it in Sweetie Belle’s cunt. Scootaloo did the same to Applebloom.

Sweetie Belle’s tongue was lolled out to the side of her mouth. Sweat was pouring down her head, her legs and tail twitching. Applebloom pushed forward and her nose rubbed against Sweetie Belle’s love button, and Sweetie Belle couldn’t contain it anymore. Her foal juices squirted all over Applebloom’s tongue and face, and she fell back.

Sweetie Belle tugged on Scootaloo’s leash, and she retracted her tongue from Applebloom’s sopping wet pussy.

Applebloom groaned. “H-hey, ah didn’t finish yet… Come on Scoots, please?” Scootaloo grinned evilly. It was her turn to be the master. Scootaloo yanked the collar off her neck and threw it to Sweetie Belle, who strapped it around her neck. The orange Pegasus grabbed a toy she had her eye on for a while now. It looked like one of those pole things, but it had a belt on it, with another belt to go between the legs.

Scootaloo strapped the toy to her waist. “Alright pets. Bend over.” Sweetie Belle and Applebloom did as commanded, raising their flanks and lowering their heads to the floor, their private bits on display for Scootaloo to look at. “Hmmmm, how about something else. Sweetie Belle, lay down on your back and Applebloom, stand over her.”

The two fillies looked at each other, then did what they were told, not sure what this was going to do. Their answer came in the form of Scootaloo shoving the pole in-between the hole their legs made, rubbing against both their pussies. Scootaloo’s wings flapped rapidly as she pulled back, preparing for another shove.

She pushed forward again, their sensitive slits soaking the rubbery pole. Applebloom couldn’t hold it in any longer from the stimulation from last time, and slammed her flank down against the pole, releasing her juices all over it, which dripped down onto Sweetie Belle, who was still panting.

Scootaloo glared at the two spent fillies. “Aw, come on, I didn’t even get much of a turn. That’s not fair.” She continued to thrust the rod in between them, Applebloom lying on top of Sweetie Belle, both of them unresponsive. “Ugh, fine. Applebloom’s turn then. Since Sweetie Belle seems too out of it, guess that just leaves you being my master. I still don’t like the sound of it.”

Applebloom slowly raised herself off of Sweetie Belle’s body. She glanced over at the pile and grabbed a vinyl corset and a mask, putting them on. Scootaloo took off her toy and hoofed it over to Applebloom, who proceeded to strap it onto herself.

“Alright mah pet, raise that tail nice and high for me.” Scootaloo raised her tail, her cunny slick with her juices. Applebloom pushed the tip against Scootaloo’s slit, which felt amazing to the young daredevil.

The yellow filly walked forward, the tip of the rod sliding in. Scootaloo moved forward, raising her rump higher. Applebloom pulled back and pushed in further. She proceeded to go deeper until she felt something stopping her penetration. Applebloom slid out and pushed again, not daring to penetrate the barrier.

“Man, this is better than watching Rainbow Dash do tricks,” Scootaloo stated. Applebloom raised her hoof and swung, making contact with Scootaloo’s flank. “Ouch! Hey, what was that for?” Applebloom delivered another blow. “Don’t talk, pet.” Scootaloo understood and flapped her wings, closed her eyes, and pushed back against the pole.

Applebloom pulled back once more and pushed forward, harder this time. She made sure to stop before the barrier, but still managed to put enough pressure against it to send Scootaloo over the edge. She released her cunt cum onto the rod, and her legs refused to hold her up anymore. She fell face first to the floor, her rump held up by Applebloom.

As soon as Applebloom removes the wet pole, Scootaloo collapses in a heap beside Sweetie Belle. Applebloom follows suit, laying on her side on the other side of Sweetie Belle.

A thought crossed their minds and they shot up, looking at their flanks, but each of them fell back down after realizing that they still didn't have cutie marks. “Well that was a waste of time,” said Scootaloo. “A fun waste of time,” Applebloom corrected her.

“Applebloom, shouldn’t you return those toys back to your sister before she realizes they’re gone,” asked Sweetie Belle. The yellow filly nodded and untied her bow from her waist, replacing it in its spot in her mane. She removed the mask and corset and put all the toys back in her saddlebag. “Are you two gonna stay here,” asked Applebloom, glancing back at the two fillies. They both nodded.

Applebloom returned to the farm, and before she entered the house, she noticed three mares enter the barn, but ignored it and snuck to her sister’s room. Peeking into the room, she was relieved to find her sister gone.

Crawling silently in, she reached under the bed and put the toys back, then whipped around to leave, only to see a large orange form blocking her path. Looking up, she saw the annoyed look on her sister’s face. “Uh, hey sis, heh heh.”

Author's Note

Sorry it took so long. It wasn't easy to try to write in a new style, which I think I yet again failed at doing. Anyways, up next is Big Mac and the Flower Filles (or at least I think that's what they're called, I forgot, sorry). Again if you would like to see a specific pairing, specify who you want to be the pet, and who you want to be the master. OCs are allowed, but I must see what they look like and get a few other details about them before implementing them into the story. Hope you all enjoyed this new chapter.