Sweetie Belle's Big Crush
Sweetie Belle's Big Crush
It was late afternoon; soft wind blew across Ponyville ruffling the pink and purple mane of a young unicorn that was looking out of her upstairs bedroom window, her brilliant green eyes fixed upon the setting summer sun with her forehooves curled around the window sill. Sweetie Belle heaved a sigh, bored as another day came to an end. She rested her head on her forehooves with nothing to do but ignore the tingling feeling between her hind legs. She looked out to the horizon and wished she could see her friends, wished that she could visit Rarity, wished she could at least get some fresh air.
Sweetie Belle was barred to the house, on heat for the first time in her life. Her parents would not let her step out of the house for even a second, afraid that she would wander off and make a “stupid mistake.”
“Sweetie Belle,” the voice of her mother called from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready.”
Sweetie Belle sighed again and withdrew from the window before turning back to her messy room, adorned in posters of her singing idols, including a signed poster that Rarity had given her from her last trip into Canterlot. Sweetie Belle strode across her room and trotted down stairs, the smell of her mother’s cooking wafting into her nostrils.
When Sweetie Belle got to the foot of the stairs, she trotted over to the table in the rather small dining area where her parents sat eating. Without a word the white filly took her seat, the angst her parents were putting her through was enough to make any filly angry.
“How are we kiddo?” her father said over joyous.
Her father’s overly happy demeanour did not improve her mood and she merely shrugged as she levitated her fork in a green field of magic before stabbing her potato with it.
“You know Sweetie Belle, we’re doing this for your own good” her mother said caringly. “We did this with Rarity; we’re doing it with you. We want you to enjoy your childhood while you can, we don’t want you to make any stupid mistakes.”
Sweetie Belle shifted her glance to her mother. “It’s not fair,” Sweetie Belle said in a small voice. “I want to see my friends; I don’t want to be shut up inside this house with nothing to do.” Sweetie Belle was doing her best to hide her anger and she bit back her retort. Anyway Sweetie Belle thought to herself it’s not like I’m attracted to colts anyway. She thought of a certain orange pegasus, her secret crush that not even Applebloom knew about.
“We don’t expect you to understand kiddo,” her father said before stuffing a fork in his mouth. “Rarity didn’t like it eat’er” he swallowed. “You’re just gonna have to deal with it Sweetie Belle.”
Sweetie Belle looked over to her mother, the green magic around the fork that was held into the potato flicked out as Sweetie Belle released it. “Why can’t I see Scootaloo and Applebloom?” Sweetie Belle asked curtly.
“We’ve been through this hon,” her mother said earnestly.
“Why can’t you drop me off at the farm? Or at Scoot’s place and pick me up later then?” Sweetie Belle requested stubbornly.
“Look Sweetie Belle,” her father said. “We can’t trust Applebloom or Scootaloo to look after you.“
“I’m thirteen,” Sweetie Belle retorted, her voice cracking as she raised her voice. “I can look after myself; I’m old enough to make my own decisions.”
“No you’re not Sweetie; you’re still a fill-“her mother began.
“I’m not a filly anymore,” Sweetie Belle raged getting to her hooves. “I’m a mare and I refuse to be treated like some farm animal.” With a glare at her parents she turned, flicking her curled tail angrily before marching to her room where she slammed the door shut, the windows rattling heavily.
Fuming, the young unicorn threw herself into bed. Angry and heart thumping heatedly, Sweetie Belle lay on her back breathing heavily and staring up at her plain white ceiling. Stupid parents she thought savagely. Why do they treat me like this? Like I’m five, I don’t need them to hold my hoof. Sweetie Belle looked at her window frowning, the sky dark however the clouds now glowing an angry red. It was still quite early.
Sweetie Belle looked back at her bedside, a photo of herself and her two friends at her Cute-Cenera two years ago. Scootaloo on her left had her hoof around her neck; her own newly procured mark on her flank and Applebloom smiled a toothy grin on her right. She hadn’t seen her friends in days, what she wouldn’t do to just break out to go see Applebloom or Scootaloo.
With a flash of her horn, Sweetie Belle lit the bedside lamp to prevent herself slipping into darkness, before pulling out a heart shaped frame from beneath her pillow. It was a picture of Scootaloo on her scooter, Sweetie Belle herself holding onto dear life as they raced across the cobblestone street. Sweetie Belle’s fear evident on her face while one of excitement on Scoot’s.
Sweetie Belle’s thoughts strayed to the orange pegasus, fellow ex-crusader and friend. Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but admire her orange friend. Scootaloo had the moves, she had the swag, she was the definition of cool yet she was a great friend and was very cute. She sighed, wishing she was with Scoot before pushing it back under the pillow. Sweetie Belle held her hind legs together as the itching heat radiated through her core, the annoying sensation returning as her anger ebbed away.
Deciding that perhaps it was time to turn in, Sweetie Belle levitated her diary from under her bed and opened the page to June 16. Levitating the pen in place she began to write.
Today’s been horrible, once again shut up in the house, couped up like a farm animal. I wish I could go see Applebloom and Scootaloo but mum and dad can’t seem to trust that I’m old enough to look after myself.
Estrous sucks and I wish it was over. The heat between my legs and the itching is horrible; I mean I can only do so much to sate it. I’m sick of being told what to do. I haven’t even had the opportunity to speak to Rarity for a few days so I get kind of lonely in here.
Sweetie Belle paused, moving the end of the pen to her mouth thinking if she should add more about Scoot. She nodded then moved the pen back to the page.
I’ve been having thoughts about Scootaloo as well; each day I think about her more. I want to tell her how I feel but I’m not sure how she would take it.
Sweetie Belle sighed, her heart fluttery and inflated had threatened to burst. The thought of being rejected was the worst feeling, she wasn’t even sure if Scootaloo liked fillies, now she thought about it. Scoot never talked about love, ever.
Sweetie Belle closed her diary, leaving today unfinished. She wasn’t sure she could handle putting all her thoughts into the diary especially when she was feeling so emotionally exhausted. Glancing at the clock on her bedside that read ‘8:46pm’ she levitated her diary back under her bed and magically turned the lamp off.
Sweetie Belle pulled the sheets over herself and curled up to go to bed. Sweetie Belle knew tonight was going to be rough, marred by the heat further down. It was not improved when Sweetie Belle closed her eyes, the image of Scootaloo swimming in front of her, the feeling grew stronger as the heat grew and the itching became worse to resist. The filly’s imagination ran wild. She imagined Scootaloo kissing her on her bed, her orange wings spread. Sweetie Belle imaged herself wrapping her hooves around Scootaloo’s body, lowering her so that their bodies were touching.
Sweetie Belle lay on her side, eyes closed with her hoof between her hindlegs satisfying her urges as her imagination did the rest. She thought of Scootaloo the whole time, of her dominance, her musky smell and her touch. Sweetie Belle took a deep breath as she pushed her hoof between her swollen lips harder, sending pleasure through her body, she grunted as she rubbed her bud,her hindleg to twitch slightly. She imagined the other filly kissing her tenderly, her orange hoof between her legs, Scootaloo’s smell filling her nose. Finally Sweetie Belle felt close, she increased her speed, her breathing become deeper, her eyes still closed but moving in rhythm with Scootaloo in her head.
Finally with a squeak of pleasure and a twitch of a leg Sweetie Belle came, the pleasure rocking her as she retracted her now wet hoof from her tingling nether, the hot irritable feeling sated. For now.
Sweetie Belle sighed, the smell of her own pleasure filled her nostrils but she was too tired to care. With a final sigh she drifted off to sleep.
* ** ** ** *
Sweetie Belle was walking in the hot summer sun on the way to Sugar Cube Corner, the agreed place where she would meet with Applebloom and Scootaloo. The streets were busy with ponies moving about on this warm day, either browsing the market or engaging in social chit chat.
Sweetie Belle darted between the larger ponies already late, sweat from the hot day leaking down her forehead. Short of breath she saw at the end of the street a cute frosty building among its chocolate coloured roof topped with two stacked cupcakes at the end of the street. The filly made a dash for the building. Scootaloo’s red scooter was outside indicating that her pagasus friend was there with Applebloom.
Sweetie Belle stopped in front of the doors to catch her breath before walking into the cool shop, the bell tingling her arrival. One quick swoop of the shop and there she was, Scootaloo sitting at the table by herself. Sweetie Belle let off a sigh of relief, Applebloom was later than she was.
Scootaloo caught sight of Sweetie Belle and smiled, she waved for her to come over and take a seat. Sweetie Belle moved to the table and sat down, still breathing heavily. “S-sorry I’m late Scoot, I got caught up at home.”
Scootaloo waved a hoof, “No biggie,” she said coolly. Scootaloo raised an eyebrow “You look like you’ve run a marathon.”
Sweetie Belle frowned. “Well I was late,” she said with emphasis. “So where’s Applebloom?" she asked looking around the shop, glancing at the other ponies trying to find her red maned, butter yellow friend.
“She’s harvesting Apples today with Applejack and Big Mac. I went to pick her up after training but she couldn’t come,” Scootaloo said. “For a moment I thought I was going to be the only one here.”
Sweetie Belle scowled, “I said I was sorry.”
“Oh yeah” Scootaloo said. “But you were still late.”
“Can I get anything for you dearies?” came a kind voice. Sweetie Belle wheeled around and saw Mrs Cake at the table.
“Uhh, yeah. Could I get a large Chocolate Thick shake with extra chocolate bits” Scootaloo requested, her eye’s lighting up at the thought of consuming such a delicious beverage.
“Can I get the same but with extra vanilla please’ Sweetie Belle asked kindly.
“Sure girls, I won’t be but a few minutes” Mrs Cake said with a warming smile.
Sweetie Belle turned back to Scootaloo. “So how was the training?” She asked hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere.
“Oh it was great” Scootaloo said brightening up, “I busted some pretty awesome moves; you should have been there Sweetie Belle. I totally pulled off a mid-air summersault, I thought I was going to come off again, but I used my wings and didn’t make a mistake. Totally nailed it,” Scootaloo finished waving her hoof.
“Awesome” Sweetie Belle said with a smile, “Uhh... How many times did you come off before you did it right?” she asked
“A few times, but I got it in the end,” Scootaloo said smugly without giving too much detail.
Sweetie Belle giggled, blushing slightly. She loved the way Scootaloo did everything she could to protect her poise.
Scootaloo rearranged her facial expression into one of confusion. “What’s so funny?” Scootaloo asked.
“You’re so cute,” Sweetie Belle blurted out without thinking. Before Sweetie Belle could correct what she said, Scootaloo gagged.
“Blahh, I’m not cute,” Scootaloo said with disgust, “I’m top of my game. I’m awesome, not cute.”
“Sorry to cut in dearies but here are your shakes” Mr’s Cake said apologetically with two Thick shakes.
Sweetie Belle wrapped the two in her magic and passed money to her magically. Scootaloo quickly tried to find money but Sweetie Belle said, “Its fine Scoot. I’ll pay.”
“Oh okay, thanks Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said relieved as Sweetie Belle deposited her shake in front of her.
Sweetie Belle levitated her shake and sipped from the straw, she glanced up to Scootaloo who was blowing bubbles in her drink. Sweetie blushed, her friend made slurping sounds before the bubbles stopped and Scoot sipped more. Sweetie Belle pulled away, giggling and blushing. For some reason she couldn’t help it.
Scootaloo looked back at Sweetie Belle confused. “Uhh, what’s with you being so giggly Sweetie Belle?”
Sweetie Belle’s heart constricted. “I’m not giggly” Sweetie Belle said quickly. “You’re just funny.” One thing Sweetie belle couldn’t control was her blushing, she felt her whole body heat up, afraid that Scoot was going to find out her secret.
Scootaloo squinted at Sweetie Belle’s face. “Are you… Blushing?”
“N-No” Sweetie Belle squeaked hiding her face with her hooves. “I just-“
Scootaloo looked behind her to see what might be causing her friend to be so embarrassed only to find a few tables with adults sitting in them.
Sweetie Belle felt like her heart was going to explode, she couldn’t handle it. She wanted to know if she felt the same way. “Ireallylikeyouscoot,thereisaidit” Sweetie Belle said at the speed of light before covering her eyes as she turned maroon.
Sweetie Belle took a peek and still Scoot looked confused, the poor pegasus didn’t process a single word of Sweetie Belle’s inaudible confession. “What?” Scootaloo said frowning.
Sweetie Belle closed her eyes, leaned forward and planted a little kiss on Scootaloo’s lips before pulling away again. There she did it; even Scootaloo should get that hint.
Scootaloo sat there stunned and confused. “I-“ she looked at Sweetie Belle, trying to process what just happened. “I, I got to go” Scootaloo suddenly said.
Sweetie Belle felt something crack in her chest. “Wait, Scoot, no please. I’m sorry.” Scootaloo got up and flew through the door’s before flying away without her scooter and all Sweetie Belle could do was watch.
Sweetie Belle began to cry, her heart shattered. “I’m so stupid” she cried as she sobbed into the table. “I shouldn’t have… I’m such a loser.”
“Sweetie Belle” a familiar voice boomed. Sweetie Belle looked up, her eyes red and cheeks stained with tears.
“H-Hello?” she asked the voice. The whole shop was empty, not even Mrs Cake was to be seen. “Hello?” Sweetie Belle asked again, her voice echoing as mist seemed filled the shop.
“Sweetie Belle” said a much kinder voice; Sweetie felt a hoof touch her shoulder. She looked behind her to a huge figure standing directly behind her. A tall slender pony stood behind her, one with a large spiralling horn, a dark long flowing mane, her wings folded over her body, her crescent moon cutie mark almost burning into the filly’s retinas. “P-Princess Luna?” Sweetie Belle gasped. “What are you doing here? Where did everypony go?” Sweetie Belle turned to face the princess of the night.
Luna looked around the shop. “They are not here anymore, this is your dream Sweetie Belle and you made it so” Luna replied.
“This… This is a dream?” Sweetie Belle gasped looking around the shop. “But it feels so real.” Sweetie Belle felt relief wash over her. “This never happened then?”
“It did, Sweetie Belle,” Luna told her. “This happened in your dream, however that doesn’t mean it’s not real, to you anyway.”
“Why are you in my dream?” Sweetie Belle asked the princess, “Did you see everything?”
“I am the princess of the night, It is my duty to watch over the ponies of Equestria at night, even when they are at slumber” Luna said seriously. “And yes I did see everything. This nightmare, it comes from fear Sweetie Belle. What are you afraid of?”
Sweetie Belle’s ears flattened as shame washed over her. “I guess… Scootaloo finding out I like her, I mean. That I have a crush on her.”
Luna raised an eyebrow. “You must not lie to yourself Sweetie Belle, I saw it for what it was. You did too.”
Sweetie Belle looked down at Luna’s hoof shoes. Luna was right, she wasn’t afraid of Scootaloo finding out. It was the aftermath of her finding out that she was scared of. “I guess” Sweetie Belle said in a small voice. “I’m scared that she won’t like me anymore and that she will reject me and she won’t be my friend anymore.”
Luna smiled. “That’s exactly what I saw Sweetie Belle. You need to confront this fear or it will continue to hurt you and these dreams.” Luna waved a hoof around the shop, “Will continue.”
“How?” Sweetie Belle asked. “I can’t just tell Scootaloo that I like her.”
“Can’t you?” Luna asked. “Why not?”
“I-“Sweetie Belle thought for a moment. “I mean I can’t just tell her up front. I don’t think I could handle-“
“You’re a smart filly Sweetie Belle,” Luna interrupted. “I’m sure you can find a way that doesn’t involve verbally telling your friend of your secret. I believe that you can write yes? Maybe you should do it another way? Anyway Sweetie Belle, It is time that I went.” Luna voice began to fade out as she continued. “Remember Sweetie belle, do not be afraid. I’m sure your friend will understand. If you don’t face your fear you may never know if Scootaloo shares your feelings. The dreams will continue if you do not.” The shop filled with more mist as Luna vanished.
Sweetie Belle’s eyes snapped open. “Ahh.” Sweetie Belle sat bolt upright in her comfortable bed hot all over and wrapped tightly in blankets, her coat drenched in sweat. Sweetie Belle looked around the darkness, her horn flicked on bathing her room in green light. Sweetie Belle shook the blanket off herself and got out of bed, her mind filled with what she just saw in her dream. Scootaloo, Luna. What did this mean? Did it really just happen? Was Luna just part of my dream or did it really happen? Sweetie thought, confused.
What did it matter if it was real or not? The filly thought to herself. The dream showed her a great fear. She was afraid of Scootaloo hating her if she professed her feelings, she also felt uneasy about how Applebloom would feel. “Why does this have to be so hard,” Sweetie Belle burst out loud stomping her hoof.
Frustrated she strode over to the window, the night sky was cloudy and little moonlight penetrated the thick cloud. Not a breath of wind was to be felt. Sweetie Belle thought about what Princess Luna had said. How she needed to face her fear, feeling afraid she’d lose a friend for simply being in love. Sweetie Belle looked up at the Cloud cover. How would she communicate this to Scoot without turning into a blithering mess? How could she handle rejection? Would Scoot still want to be her friend? “Ugh” Sweetie Belle growled into the night. “I’m being stupid,” she said out loud.
Sweetie Belle racked her brains trying to remember the dream. Luna had said if she was afraid to ask up front to try something else? Something about writing, something about… Something clicked in the filly’s head, a stroke of genius. How could she not have thought of it before? She could write Scootaloo a note. Of course this was how Sweetie Belle could do it, leave her a note and… As quickly as she had inflated, she deflated once again. Of course she thought to herself, she couldn’t get the note to Scoot because she’s stuck in the house forcibly by her parents.
“Hmm” Sweetie Belle mumbled looking down to the flower bed four meters below. “Maybe there is a way to get to Scootaloo?”
* ** ** ** *
Sweetie Belle woke the following day in a brighter mood, a plan set in motion to get her through the day. Though nervous about what she will attempt later she pushed it to the back of her head until that moment came. All Sweetie Belle had to do was some chores and ignore her warm, dripping and itching nether and then she was free for a few blissful hours.
Her improved mood got her through the day, with an exception of the occasionally twang of nerves that she forced to the back of her head. Tonight is going to be awesome. She repeated this every time she felt nervous; it was enough to get her through till after dinner.
After Sweetie Belle deposited her plate in the sink, she went for a shower. Having missed the night before she could smell herself now, she smelt of sweat mixed with the sweet aroma her body was emitting designed to attract a mate. With a flick of her horn she turned the shower on hot and jumped in, wetting the entirety of her body that she needed to desperately wash.
The filly took the bar of soap and attacked her white coat, to bring it out as bright as it can be as well as wash all the smell out of her. She washed every inch of her body, concentrating especially between her hindquarters to bring out the slimy wetness around it, all the while without trying to pleasure herself with it.
Last was washing the mane and washing the tail. She used Shampoo and washed that out before applying conditioner to make it silky soft. When she was done she towelled herself off, the smell of lavender filling her nose. Her natural smell vanished from her own nostrils. Feeling exceptionally clean Sweetie Belle trotted off into her room, a knot forming in her stomach as she did so. Now it was time to panic.
Sweetie Belle ripped a page out of her diary and placed it on her desk. She floated a pen shrouded in green with her heart hammering, how am I going to do this was all that went through the fillies head.
Sweetie belle sighed. The words began to form in her head without her thinking; she would just have to write from the heart.
To Scootaloo,
I know when you’re finished reading this that you may not like me anymore or want to be my friend, but I can’t keep hiding this from you.
Since we met you have been an awesome friend, you and Applebloom. I have always had fun with the two of you. As we have grown older I can’t help but feel that I have begun to develop feelings for you. You’re an awesome young mare Scoot and I love you from the depths of my heart, I wish I could show you how much you mean to me but each time I do it feels like my heart is going to explode.
I love being with you on your Scooter, I love it how you show off to everypony and deny it afterwards; I love the way you smile and the way you smell too. I love you so much, but I also want to remain you’re friend as well. I don’t ever want this to hurt our friendship or that with Applebloom, you two mean everything to me. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay as long as we can still be friends.
- Your friend and special admirer Sweetie Belle.
Sweetie Belle read and re-read hoping that the letter conveyed her message without it seeming too generic or cheesy. Finally determining that it was satisfactory she slid the note into an envelope, dabbed her tongue on the seal and sealed it shut.
Sweetie Belle looked at the time. It was seven O’clock. It was now or never. The filly ripped her bed sheets off magically, leaving her mattress bare except for her pillows. The sheets then began to tie together forming a long chain of material. Once secure she tied one end to the foot of the bed before opening the window with a glow of her horn and magically, she threw the sheets out the window.
Sweetie Belle then tied her saddlebags in place, slipped the note in a pocket and looked back at her door. Her horn flicked again and the sound of a door locking met the filly’s ears. Turning back to the window she grasped the sheets in her forehooves and climbed onto the window sill. The filly looked down then back into her room. Closing her eyes Sweetie Belle held the sheets then slid down carefully until her rump made contact with the ground below. Breathing a sigh of relief she looked back up at her bedroom window, with another flash of green her rope retreated back into her room, her curtains closed and the window shut itself.
Smiling slightly she set off at a brisk trot, the occasional stab of nervousness hitting the young mare. As Sweetie Belle travelled to the outskirts of Ponyville she noticed that the clouds were starting to get heavy, the sun blocked out sending Ponyville into darkness. It looked like a storm might be scheduled by the pegasi. Sensing that her prediction was correct she hastened to a gallop to get to Scoot’s place as soon as possible before it started to rain. The streets were quite empty as she took a right turn through an ally, her hooves striking the cobblestone, her breathing heavy. As she shot out of the ally way she slammed right into a pony she hadn’t seen. Sweetie hit the stone, pain erupting in her forehooves and dust peppering her white coat.
“Oww” Sweetie Belle gasped, getting to her hooves. Sweetie Belle looked at whom she had hit. A young white pegasus colt was still on the ground, his thin legs dusty, his right knee grazed. It was Featherweight. Sweetie Belle turned back and helped him to his hooves. “S-sorry Featherweight,“ Sweetie Belle apologised.
“It’s alright” he gasped, “I-“he drew breath and stopped talking. Sweetie’s strong scent filled the colt’s nose. “You- smell nice” Featherweight said blushing.
Sweetie tucked her tail down and grinned. “Thanks Featherweight but I have someplace I need to be.”
“Oh, okay. That’s alright” the colt stammered. “I-I’ll see you later then Swee-“
“Bye,” Sweetie Belle said turning tail and despite a sore front knee took off at a hard pace once again.
After a further three minutes of galloping she saw it, Scootaloo’s house. Scoot’s house was a two story wooden house with a large tree standing at the front, the lights were on inside. Sweetie Belle didn’t want to attract unwanted attention from her foster parents, so still huffing for air she snuck into the rather messy yard and stopped in front of the huge tree. Sweetie Belle sat down to catch her breath, she looked up at the window on the second floor. The light was on, that meant that Scoot had to be in her bedroom.
With difficulty the filly climbed the tree, using her hooves to dig at each fork in the tree and where she had to, used her magic to bend branches so she could reach them. With just one branch to go Sweetie Belle slipped, causing her to wrap her hooves around the branch. I’m getting too old for this Sweetie Belle thought as she regained grip on the branch. Finally with a hop skip and jump she was on the branch that was level with Scootaloo’s window. She had her curtains drawn. Of course she does Sweetie Belle thought.
Sweetie Belle magically snapped off a stick and rapped the window with it. There was no answer, the stick still glowing green she tapped it again, this time harder. Finally the curtain slid aside revealing a young orange Pegasus of Sweetie Belle’s age, her face clearly puzzled. Sweetie Belle waved and Scoot’s face went from confused to bewildered.
Scootaloo unhatched her window and slid it open with a frown appearing on her face. “I have a door you know,” Scootaloo said amused.
“I didn’t want to draw attention to myself” Sweetie Belle said, “I didn’t think I’d be allowed over at this time anyway.”
Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you grounded?” she asked confused.
“No” Sweetie Belle said perplexed. “Who told you that?”
“Your mum when I went over to see you yesterday,” Scootaloo said.
Sweetie Belle felt a spike of anger; her parents would even allow Scoot over. “I’m not grounded,” Sweetie Belle said heavily. “Can I come in? I’ll explain.”
“Sure,” Scoot said moving so Sweetie Belle could jump through the window. Sweetie Belle jumped from the branch and over the window sill, stumbling as she landed.
Scootaloo room was painted yellow, her room filled with pictures of the Wonderbolts, of Rainbow Dash and of a rock band that Sweetie Belle didn’t know of.
Sweetie Belle drew breath, Scoot’s musky smell filled Sweetie Belle’s nose amplified by her raging hormones. Sweetie Belle felt it grow warmer beneath her tail and she felt a rising excitement emerge from within. “You alright Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo asked from what felt like a distance away.
Sweetie Belle shook her head snapping out of her trance, her sudden excitement not quite vanishing. “Uhh, yeah I’m fine.” Sweetie Belle said quickly, heat rising from her neck. Even with Scoot’s smell filling her nose she had to maintain her composure and resist any urge her body gave her.
“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on? Scootaloo asked facing Sweetie Belle. “Cause your parents seemed pretty serious in saying you were grounded,”
Sweetie Belle went red from embarrassment. “I-I’m on heat,” Sweetie Belle whispered quietly. “I’m not actually allowed to leave the house.”
Scootaloo grinned slightly. “You rebel,” she giggled. “So how’s being on heat? Does it suck? Is it cool?”
“It sucks,” Sweetie Belle replied, allowing her rump to hit the carpet. Scoot sat on her bed listening. “It’s uncomfortable, I’m moody, I stink and I hate being confined to the house.” Sweetie Belle sighed. “So how’s Applebloom? And how have you been?”
“Applebloom’s gone to Manehattan to see Bab’s and I’ve been training with Rainbow Dash” Scoot said before looking out the window. “Think you might get stuck here,” Scoot said, “looks like it’s going to rain.”
Sweetie Belle looked outside and sure enough, droplets began to fall. It looked like she was confined here until the rain cleared.
“Soo, uhh. When are you allowed out again?” Scoot asked, “I was hoping we could go to Sugar Cube Corner when she gets back.”
“Not for another week or so” Sweetie Belle sighed. “When does Applebloom get back?”
“In about a week” Scoot said, “So hopefully you can make it.”
Sweetie Belle nodded, then the reason she came here in the first place was brought back into her mind.
“Uhh I actually have something for you Scoot” Sweetie Belle said opening her saddlebag magically and retracting the note. Her heart was thumping fast as adrenaline pulsed through her veins. All she wanted to do now was run but she got this far so it’s now or never. “The main reason I came here was to give you this,” Sweetie Belle said her voice a little shaky. Sweetie Belle floated the note to her and let it go when Scoot had it in her hooves.
“What’s it for?” Scoot asked placing her hoof under the flap to open it.
“Wait,” Sweetie Belle half shouted, her heart tight and her legs feeling like jelly. “Can you open it when I go?”
“Sure I guess” Scoot said confused. She placed it on her bedside table.
“So how’s the training going?” Sweetie Belle asked as Scoot turned back to face her.
“Yeah It’s going alright,” Scootaloo sighed. “Actually. I haven’t trained in a week” she admitted. “I’ve been too… I dunno, Applebloom left two days ago and I guess I’ve just been feeling off.”
“Oh” Sweetie Belle said concerned. “Is there anything wrong Scoot?”
Scootaloo shook her head. “No nothing’s wrong, I’ve visited Rainbow Dash a few times and we’ve been flying but I wouldn’t count that as training.”
Scootaloo strode past Sweetie Belle to the window; her tail flicked her tail sending a wave of Scoot’s scent into Sweetie’s nose. Sweetie Belle sniffed and her mouth watered instantly, her mind went into overdrive and the young mare felt the itchiness grow further as her hormones edged her on. Sweetie Belle looked at Scoot shutting the window, her eyes glassy.
Bang
“So what do you want to do Sweetie Belle? I got some board games if you want to play” Scoot suggested. Sweetie Belle got to her hooves, her eyes still glassy and a slight grin on her lips. She moved over to Scoot, swinging her hips as she moved, her tail flicking as she came to a stop in front of her orange friend. She had one purpose.
“I’m not sure” Sweetie Belle said, her voice silky as chocolate. “What have you got Scootaloo.”
Scoot looked up at Sweetie belle confused. “Uhh, I got Snakes and-“
“That’ll do” Sweetie Belle purred, batting her eye lashes. “Why don’t you start?”
Scootaloo frowned confused at the actions of her friend. “Umm… Sweetie Belle are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting kind of odd, and slightly creepy.” Scoot said with an eyebrow raised.
“Am I?” Sweetie Belle said pouting cutely. “But why would I be acting oddly? There’s no reason for me to be doing that.” Sweetie Belle giggled. “We’re friends aren’t we?” Sweetie Belle flicked her tail, the end tapping Scoot’s nose.
“Okay Sweetie Belle, cut it out” Scootaloo demanded dropping the games on the floor and taking a step back, “Stop acting all weird, you’re starting to creep me out.”
Sweetie Belle lowered her eyelids and strutted to the Pegasus. “But why would I be acting creepy?” Sweetie Belle placed a hoof on Scoot’s shoulder; the pegasus was worried for her friend and was unsure what to do. Sweetie Belle came close, too close. Scoot went crossed eyed as Sweetie Belle’s muzzle moved hers, Sweetie belle’s breath in her nose, the unicorn breathed in her scent.
Scoot was speechless and Sweetie Belle kicked it up a notch, her sex becoming hot and wet as she prepared for what she wanted, what she needed. Sweetie Belle pushed Scoot to the ground who remained completely speechless. Sweetie Belle shifted her tail to the side as she moved down on top of her.
Scootaloo’s hooves caught her underside and pushed her horny friend of her. “That’s enough Sweetie Belle. I don’t know what’s got into but-“ Scootaloo stopped, aware that her friend was hurt.
Sweetie Belle hit the ground, head first. The daze caused her to come out of her trance; the filly however didn’t get up. Sweetie Belle released what she had just done, she had become… Some kind of monster, her hormones completely took over. Her eyes filled with tears and she used her hooves to hide them from Scoot. Her chances with her were over for sure. They were finished and she knew it.
“Sweetie Belle? Whats going on-?” Scootaloo asked concerned. Sweetie Belle opened her eyes, tears flooding as she let off a loud sob.
“Sweeti-?”
Sweetie Belle got up silently crying, her heart threatening to tear in two. Her horn lit green and Scoot’s bedroom door burst open. Without further ado and without looking back, Sweetie Belle ran out as fast as her legs would take her, ambling down the steps four at a time.
“Sweetie Belle!” Scoot shouted running, her wing span too large for the stair corridor. “Sweetie Belle stop!”
Sweetie Belle ran still crying, her face wet with tears and her heart threatening to break. When she got to the foot of the stairs, she ran for the front door which burst open at a magic touch and she ran out into the rain. Scootaloo stopped at the doorframe as her friend ran off into the darkness.
Sweetie Belle was drenched to the skin within seconds of running out, her warm tears mingled with the cold water as her mane fell around her shoulders. With each hoof step the water splashed up onto her once clean coat, staining it with dirt and mud. She couldn’t go back and she most certainly couldn’t look Scootaloo in the face ever again after what she did. The young filly was on the verge of heartbreak; her silly little crush had possibly cost her one of her best friends.
Sweetie Belle ran into the familiar ally way and slowed to a trot. The rooves of the two building’s standing side by side blocked the rain and the earth that Sweetie Belle was on was dry and warm. Sweetie Belle’s hind legs gave out from under and her rump hit the stone ground, finally her heart broke and she began to cry loudly. “I’m so stupid” she sobbed, despair completely overwhelming the filly. “I should have listened to mum and dad. I-“
Sweetie Belle bought her mud stained hooves to her eyes as her tears dribbled down her face. She couldn’t say nor do anything else but cry. She wasn’t even aware that she was talking to herself.. All she wanted to do was sit here and cry until she couldn’t cry anymore.
Sweetie Belle’s ears picked up a noise, a noise of hooves on wet stone. Sweetie took her hooves away from her eyes and looked up the ally looking for the source of the noise. Lightning lit up the end of the ally way momentarily, however it was too quick to throw the source of the noise into perspective. Starting to panic she lit her horn, throwing the immediate area around her in a green luminescence. The sound of hooves became louder, the hoof steps were heavy and were clearly that of a stallion.
Adrenaline suddenly surged through her body, heart racing and suddenly panicky she turned tail and ran. Before she knew what happened however she ran into something warm, smelly and large knocking her to the ground. Dazed and still jumpy she looked up and saw a brown stallion that looked like he was homeless. Scared, Sweetie Belle screamed. The scream was so loud that it appeared to echo over the thunder and wind of the storm.
Sweetie Belle jumped to her hooves and in her haste to run away, her wet hooves slipped on the stone and she came crashing down again. Sweetie Belle turned to the stallion, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. “Get away from me” she screamed. “Get away.”
“I’m not going anywhere pretty” he said in a gravelly voice walking forwards. His face was now thrown into perspective by Sweetie Belle’s luminescent horn, the stallion as quite young yet looked woebegone, his fur was patched in places and he reeked of wet dog. He wore a ragged jacket around his upper body with several pockets.”Now” he growled levitating what looked like a knife from a pocket. “Do what I say and nopony get’s hurt.”
Sweetie Belle, still jumpy tried to run again but a flick of dark blue magic caught her hoof and she came tumbling back down onto the stone. She turned as the stallion stood over her; Sweetie’s eyes were on the knife. “Please don’t hurt me” she cried. “I don’t want to be hurt, please let me go home.”
Sweetie Belle was levitated onto her hooves then pushed her against the wall, Sweetie Belle’s heart dropped. He was going to rape her. Sweetie Belle had never been so afraid and all she wanted to get away but she couldn’t. She was under control by this horrible pony that was going to use her as an object. “Not a sound” he growled the knife at Sweetie throat.
Sweetie Belle pushed her tail between her legs and cringed as the dirty, smelly and wet pony mounted her. He was much to heavy and Sweetie Belle felt her legs buckle under his weight. “Get off me” she cried squirming to get away.
“Stay still,” he hissed. Sweetie Belle felt the knife touch her throat and she stopped struggling. Instead she pushed her hind legs together to further protect herself. The stallion kissed her neck roughly, the shadow of the kiss felt like she had worms crawling under her skin, he did this repeatedly, each kiss feeling like vile worms causing her nerves to twitch. Sweetie Belle felt like being sick, she shook her head and with a stab of adrenaline Sweetie Belle struggled again, pushing back to unseat the pony on top of her. “Stop or you die,” he growled again.
“No” Sweetie screamed turning her face to him. She hulked up as much phlegm and saliva as she could then spat in his face. Sweetie Belle felt a hoof strike her face and the knife was to her throat again. Sweetie Belle quivered, the stallion’s sex growing in size against her thigh, holding her harder than before he prised her hind legs apart, the cool humid air hitting her swollen privates.
Humiliated Sweetie Belle hung her head low, the fight draining out of her and prepared for whatever it was to come. Silently she began to cry again, she wanted her special moment to be with someone she loved. Not out here in a dank and dark alley way with a knife to her throat. A tear fell from her face and onto the pavement as he lifted her tail magically, further exposing herself to him.
“Get off her you fucking bum. I said get off her.”
Whack.
Sweetie Belle stumbled and fell over, the large hulk falling on to her of, crushing her into the stone. Confused and full of adrenaline Sweetie Belle tried in vain to push the larger pony off her, something or someone had saved her. Thankfully the smelly stallion wasn’t moving. Sweetie grunted as she struggled to free herself, she was stuck. “Here” a familiar said. She looked up and to her complete surprise was an orange coated Pegasus, concern written all over her face with a hoof out for help.
“Scootaloo” Sweetie Belle gasped. “Scoot, thank you. I-” She burst into tears again, her heart tearing in two all over again. “I’m sorry Scoot, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you or creep you out or…” Sweetie Belle coughed.
“Hey, it’s all good,” Scoot said. She grasped Sweetie Belle by the hoof and pulled her away from the unconscious stallion with a grunt.
Sweetie Belle quivered and Scoot gave her a hug. Sweetie Belle, her wet body against Scoot’s warm yet equally wet coat began to calm down. “Thank You” she finally managed to say.
“Hey, it’s all good” Scootaloo said, “Just lucky I got here in time.” Scootaloo looked down at the unconscious pony. “I think we should get going, before the big guy wakes up. Did you want to spend the night at my place?”
Sweetie Belle pulled away from Scoot confused. “You want me to stay?”
Scootaloo giggled. “Of course I want you to stay, c’mon.”
Without looking back the two fillies made their way back to Scoot’s house in the pouring rain.
* ** ** ** *
By the time they walked through the gate to Scootaloo’s place, Sweetie Belle had managed to calm down somewhat. She was still stricken by what she went through but she felt surprisingly calmer, probably aided by some kind words from her friend. Scootaloo stopped on the porch and turned her soaking head to Sweetie Belle, she looked uncomfortable. Something that was not quite rare to see from Scoot. “Uhh. I read your note by the way.”
Sweetie Belle’s heart tightened. She completely forgot about her love note. Sweetie blushed heavily, her cheeks burning even though the rest of her was cold. Scoot herself was blushing although it was hardly noticeable beneath her orange coat.
“I-“ Scootaloo was finding it hard to find her tongue while Sweetie’s normally white face flushed a heavy red under her coat. “I thought it was sweet,” Scoot said quickly before kissing her friend on the cheek as fast as lightning. Unlike the stallion’s horrible kisses and as quick as it was, the skin touched by Scoot’s lips were warm and tingled softly forcing Sweetie Belle’s face to resemble a tomato covered in white fuzz. “Uhh, well. I guess we’d better go in then.”
Sweetie Belle looked at her hooves, splattered in dirt and muck. “You sure you’re okay with me coming in so dirty?”
“No problem,” Scootaloo said opening the door, her wings and tail trailing water everywhere as she walked inside. Sweetie Belle walked in behind her, tail in air trying her best to not dirty the tiled floor. “You can go for a shower if you want. Mum and Dad are in bed so you might want to be quite.”
Sweetie Belle nodded, her mane dripping heavily and water running from her body onto the floor. Sweetie trotted up the stairs quickly to the upstairs bathroom. She opened the door magically and shut herself in, locking the door behind her. She wasn’t sure how she felt, she was still recovering from the traumatic ordeal in the ally way yet she couldn’t quite help but feel happy too. Scoot had kissed her on the cheek. She thought what she wrote was sweet, did that mean Scoot liked her? And did that mean that they were going to be more than friends?
Sweetie Belle had so much on her mind that she almost forgot she was supposed to be going for a shower.
* ** ** ** *
After the warm and refreshing shower Sweetie Belle left the steamy bathroom clean and dry for Scootaloo’s bedroom. Sweetie opened the door and stepped inside. Scoot was dry, a towel on her bed as she busied herself with what appeared to be her diary. “I used your shampoo if you don’t mind” Sweetie Belle said to the orange pegasus.
Scoot looked up and shut the diary. Scoot waved a hoof. “All good, you needed to wash that foul smell that… that abomination left on you.” Scoot frowned studying Sweetie’s face and felt that something was troubling her. “Are you alright?” Scoot asked. “I know what happened freaked you out a bit.”
Sweetie Belle nodded but that wasn’t what was on her mind. “I wanted to… I wanted to ask if you feel, if you like me as I like you?” Sweetie Belle mumbled her heart racing.
Scoot raised an eye brow then beckoned Sweetie Belle to her. Sweetie Belle, confused obliged. “Maybe this will get my message through,” Scootaloo said in mock impatience. Scoot placed her hooves on Sweetie Belle’s cheeks and kissed her on the mouth, she more than kissed her. She gave it her all, filling Sweetie Belle’s mouth with her tongue and their saliva mixed for the first time.
Sweetie thought her heart was going to explode as it inflated to levels she couldn’t think possible. Everything about her first kiss was perfect, from the taste of what seemed to be sweetened pineapple to the smooth texture of her saliva and the strength of her tongue. Even her smell, Sweet Celestia she smelt so good, her honeyed yet slightly musty aroma was a thousand times stronger. Sweetie Belle could almost feel the monster of her heat attempting to raise its head; however Sweetie’s feelings for the pony she was kissing was too great to allow the monster to surface.
The kiss was finally broken as Scootaloo pulled away, a trail of saliva linking the two together. Scoot wiped it away with a hoof and Sweetie Belle stared, stunned. Scoot frowned as Sweetie stared. “Umm… Am I really that bad at kissing?” Scootaloo asked quizzically.
Sweetie Belle shook her head vigorously almost laughing from joy. “No, I think you’re really good. I was caught unawares.” Sweetie Belle admitted. “No I loved every moment of it actually.” Sweetie Belle was red as a tomato again; her nose and tongue still filled with the beautiful taste and smell of Scoot lingering. “Soo…” Sweetie Belle looked around the bedroom for her bedding. “Where am I sleeping?”
Scoot pointed a hoof at her double bed and Sweetie Belle became confused. “With you?” she asked puzzled.
“Well, yeah. Unless you want to sleep on the floor” Scootaloo giggled.
Sweetie Belle was unsure she could control herself in Scoot’s bed. As much as she felt she could control herself kissing Scoot, she was unsure she could handle sleeping next to her, sleeping in her bed with her smells and her warmth. “I don’t want what happened before happen again,” Sweetie Belle said disappointed. “I love you Scoot but I really don’t want to hurt you, I could become that weird creepy pony again.”
“It doesn’t have to happen again,” Scoot said. “I’ll make sure of that. I promise.”
Sweetie nodded, trusting her orange friend. “Okay.” Sweet Belle climbed onto her bed and took the left side, next to the wall where she lay on her back with her head on the pillow. Scoot’s smells were prevalent on the sheets and it almost made Sweetie drool.
Scoot ruffled her wings and flicked her tail before jumping onto the bed with her fillyfriend. “Scoot?” Sweetie Belle said with slight concern behind her tone, “How do you think Applebloom will take us dating?”
Scoot wrapped her tail around Sweetie’s. “I think she’ll be shocked at first but she’ll take it as it comes.”
Sweetie looked into Scoot’s eyes. “You won’t think she’ll be left out? Or feel lonely?”
Scoot laughed. “No, she’s our best friend. Unless we start ignoring her then she has nothing to worry about. Applebloom is cool, she’ll be cool with us and we’ll explain that to her.”
Sweetie Belle nodded, still staring into Scootaloo’s eyes. “I love you Scoot,” she whispered. Sweetie took hold of Scootaloo’s forehooves and pulled her towards her before bringing her lips to the other fillies.
They made out on Scoot’s bed, Sweetie not wanting to let go. She wanted this to go on forever and it seemed Scoot did too. Scootaloo tightened her grip on Sweetie’s tail with her own. Finally the monster in Sweetie’s chest broke free, but this time the young unicorn had full control over it. Propelled by her emotions rather than instinct she pulled Scoot on top of her while still glued together. She wrapped her hooves around her warm body and pulled her closer so their hearts were beating together.
Getting the hint Scoot broke the kiss and craned her head, staring down at her unicorn fillyfriend. Sweetie Belle wore a seductive smile but she was in complete control of her emotions. “I don’t know if we’re rushing into this a bit?” Scootaloo said to her. “I’m liking this though,” Scootaloo admitted. “And I love you too.”
Sweetie Belle’s smile faltered and she shook her head, worried she went too far. “I’m not pushing you am I? I’m so-“
Scootaloo put a hoof to Sweetie’s muzzle silencing her. “I’m your fillyfriend now,” Scoot told her in a whisper. “I wouldn’t be a good fillyfriend if I let you continue your estrious without helping you right?”
Sweetie Belle didn’t agree that she was obliged to pleasure her, but the monster inside her wanted it. “You don’t have to,” Sweetie Belle said.
Scoot shifted her muzzle to Sweetie’s ear, her breath light and shallow. “I’m not doing this because I have to. I’m doing this because I love you.”
Sweetie’s heart melted and before she knew it she was glued back together with the orange pegasus, their saliva mixing as they shared this moment together. Scoot kept her tail wrapped around Sweetie’s as she articulated her dominance. Sweetie Belle knowing that Scoot wanted to take charge let her.
It was in mere moments where the once light prickling between her legs became wet and hyper sensitive as her body prepared her for what was to come. Her emotions had never been pushed so high, the filly wanted to be physically closer to her lover but with the two fillies’ hearts beating so close together they couldn’t get any closer than they already were.
Sweetie Belle shifted her hooves to Scoot’s flanks where she placed the over her flaming wheel cutie marks to bring her lower body closer, wanting her so bad. Not for physical pleasure but to be as close to the pony she has crushed on for months as possible. Sweetie felt safe with Scootaloo, and even after the huge ordeal merely an hour or so ago, Sweetie felt the safest she had felt for a long time.
Scootaloo pulled away, her muzzle a few inches from Sweetie Belle’s. “Your kisses are magical,” Sweetie Belle whispered.
“Well yeah,” Scoot said grinning. “You’re kissing me, the best kisser in Equestria.” Scoot bought her muzzle the Sweetie’s neck when she pecked it lightly. To Sweetie Belle it almost felt like little butterflies kissing her gently. As boisterous as Scootaloo was, she was far more sensitive than Sweetie Belle had anticipated.
Sweetie Belle craned her neck back as Scootaloo moved further down. Occasionally the orange pegasus would playfully grip the fur and skin with her teeth, or else lick her gently. Scootaloo made her way further and further down, tickling Sweetie Belle with her kisses on the way down. Finally Scootaloo made down to Sweetie Belle’s itching, wet and hot slit, the smell was sweet and musty. Scoot savoured her fillyfriends hot sex before rubbing her hooves over Sweetie’s cutie marks.
Finally Scoot moved her head between the unicorn’s hind legs and kissed her twice on her inner flanks before diving in on her pulsing nether. Sweetie Belle felt Scoot’s warm tongue run up her wet slit, Scoot’s tongue feeling warm even against the heat of her folds. Sweetie Belle squeaked cutely when Scoot struck her pink and swollen bud and her right hindleg twitched slightly.
Scoot’s mouth was filled almost instantly with the sweetness of Sweetie Belle’s built up love juices as she ate her out. Scootaloo herself started to heat up down below, however for now she concentrated on pleasuring Sweetie Belle rather than herself. Sweetie’s smell and taste was enough to drive any fillyfooler wild.
“Mmm,” Sweetie moaned, stretching her hind legs out further. Scoot dug in deeper and penetrated Sweetie Belle with her tongue, scraping at the unicorn’s sensitive inner walls with the tip. Pleasure ran through her core and into her spine. Scoot extracted her muzzle from Sweetie’s warm inside, the fur on her muzzle matted with Sweetie’s nectar.
Scoot climbed back onto Sweetie Belle and kissed her again, more vigorously than before. For the first time Sweetie tasted herself, and she tasted almost sugary. As wrong as this would initially seem, she found herself licking the inside of Scoot’s mouth trying to suck the taste from her.
When Scoot broke away she bought her hoof down on Sweetie’s clit. Sweetie Belle squeaked and Scoot began to rub. “You like that?” she whispered. Sweetie nodded, in total state of ecstasy. “I think you might like this,” Scootaloo said as she took an uneaten carrot from her bedside table. Sweetie Belle had never had a vegetable inside her before, save for in the mouth.
Scootaloo bought the vegetable to Sweetie glistening sex and pushed it against her opening, the filly on heat opened immediately to accommodate the orange root. Scoot pulled the vegetable; Sweetie’s inner walls squeezed the rough surface not wanting to let it go. Finally Scootaloo pushed it back in, sending pleasure rocking through her fillyfriend.
Sweetie felt on edge, she had never felt so hot and horny in her life, she wanted to come. To release all that sexual tension that had built up inside her since she went on heat. Sweetie gasped, “Scoot, finish me off, please.”
Scoot nodded, pushing the vegetable as deep as it could go and as fast as she could pump it, all the while her hoof on Sweetie Belle’s engorged clit, swirling in rhythm with the pumping. Sweetie Belle could finally feel it; the oncoming orgasm was moments away. In desperation she pushed herself against the vegetable to ensure that she her reach her goal. The sexual energy in Sweetie Belle shocked Scoot as the look of determination was clearly seen on Sweetie Belle. Her instinct was strong.
Finally, Sweetie Belle felt the tsunami hit her, “Ohhh,” Sweetie Belle gasped stuffing her hoof into her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. Sweetie Belle’s sex pulsed against the carrot inside her, the inner walls crushing the rough surface of the object inside her as she released clear liquid onto Scoot’s hoof.
Sweetie Belle let herself go limp, her body exerted. She had never known how much better it felt with Scootaloo pleasuring her. Scoot extracted the soaked carrot and licked it clean and in one fluid motion she licked Sweetie’s soaking slit, filling her mouth with the taste of Sweetie Belle’s orgasm.
Scoot’s wet muzzle appeared in front of Sweetie Belle and grinned. “My turn,” she giggled.
Sweetie nodded and Scoot brought her wet muzzle to her dry one. The two kissed for a few moments then broke. Scootaloo rolled over so she was back down, all six of her limbs splayed out. Sweetie Belle looked down at her nervous.
“Just do what comes naturally,” Scoot said as her tail twitched in anticipation.
Sweetie Belle nodded again and decided to mimic what Scoot did to her. Sweetie Belle clambered on top of Scoot clumsily and kissed her fillyfriend gently. Her kiss was much softer, much more sensitive than even Scoot had done, her kiss also showed every ounce of nervousness that the white filly portrayed.
Scootaloo relaxed, allowing Sweetie to relax a little more. Gaining in confidence the unicorn broke away and kissed her gently on the neck, Scoot twitched silently and her wet muzzle curved into a smile, she was clearly ticklish on the neck. Sweetie Belle made a mental note to herself and rather than kissing, ran her tongue down Scootaloo’s soft orange coat and before she knew it her tongue had hit one of Scoot’s nipples between her hind legs and she let off a little gasp. Sweetie Belle stopped and sucked on it, assuming that Scoot liked it.
After a few moments she pulled away and looked at her glistening sex, her clit erect and her lips parted slightly. Sweetie Belle moved down and licked Scoot’s slit, the tangy taste of her sex filled her mouth and Scoot’s pungent scent filled her nose. The unicorn then latched onto Scoot’s clit, her bud warm and hard. Scootaloo squirmed and gasped as Sweetie sucked on it as if it was a tiny lollipop. Sweetie Belle then detached herself from her clit and licked her slit again before sinking her tongue inside Scoot, the warm heat of Scootaloo’s walls pressed against Sweetie Belle’s tongue. Scoot moaned again, the sounds filling Sweetie Belle with more confidence.
Sweetie extracted her tongue and levitated the carrot; she placed the tip against Scoot’s love hole and pushed it with little force. Scoot opened and the carrot slid in, her opening squeezing the vegetable as it slid into her warm nether.
Scootaloo moaned as the vegetable penetrated her, the filly shivering as her inner walls squeezed the object inside her. “Ohh. Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo moaned.
“Hmm?” Sweetie Belle mumbled as she pulled it back out magically, her juices glistening on the orange carrot as it came back out.
“Just keep going,” Scoot moaned.
Sweetie Belle nodded and unsuspecting to Scoot launched an attack on Scoot’s Clit with her tongue. The orange pegasus moaned again, Sweetie Belle sucking as she pumped the root faster, driving her fillyfriend further to the edge.
It was all too much for Scoot, the feeling of the rough carrot inside her and of Sweetie’s tongue on her bud. The tidal wave hit Scootaloo harder than she expected and she moaned out loud as she came all over the object inside her and onto Sweetie Belle’s unsuspecting muzzle. Sweetie Belle licked up Scoot’s orgasm as it came, the carrot moving as Scoot’s inside pulsated against it.
Finally with a sigh Scootaloo collapsed backwards, her face exhausted yet satisfied. Sweetie Belle extracted the carrot from her fillyfriend, she pulled hard as Scootaloo didn’t want it back. Finally the carrot came free, the surface covered in Scootaloo’s mess. Scoot looked up to Sweetie Belle, who smiled back. Sweetie took a bite from the orange vegetable, the carroty taste mixed with the Sweetness of Scootaloo.
“Tastes better than the real thing,” Sweetie Belle said out loud. The two laughed, giggling in the musky room filled of the filly’s first sexual encounter.
Sweetie Belle finished the carrot off and collapsed next to Scoot, who put her hooves around Sweetie Belle. “That was amazing” Scootaloo whispered. They kissed again and with a flash of Sweetie Belle’s horn the light went out. The two then fell asleep in each other’s hooves completely tuckered out.
* ** ** ** *
Sweetie Belle awoke the following morning, a pair of orange hooves wrapped around her body. She shielded her eyes from the sun and looked at the alarm clock on Scoot’s desk. It was 11:00am, her heart sank. Her parents would surely know she wasn’t home.
“Scoot. Scootaloo wake up,” Sweetie Belle said quietly to the sleeping form of Scootaloo, a wing in the air, the feathers all messy.
“Huh, wha?” Scoot propped her head up, eyes red and filled with sleep and her mane all messed up. “What time is it?” She asked groggily glancing at her alarm clock.
“My parents are going to kill me,” Sweetie Belle moaned placing her hooves to her eyes and shaking her head.
“I should have set the alarm. I’m sorry Sweetie Belle I completely forgot,” Scootaloo apologised. Scootaloo jumped out of bed. “Maybe I can take you home on my scooter? Your mum and dad might not yet know you’re missing.”
“Right,” Sweetie Belle agreed. “We might do that, they might still not know.”
“Okay let’s go now then,” Scootaloo said grabbing to helmets and throwing the one with a horn hole at Sweetie Belle. “I’ll fix my wings up afterwards.”
“Okay then.”
The two fillies hurried downstairs and out the front door. Scoot jumped on her scooter parked at the front and Sweetie Belle jumped onto the back, standing on her hind hooves she gripped onto her fillyfriend’s shoulders.
“Ready?” Scootaloo asked.
“Ready,” Sweetie Belle said bracing.
Scootaloo took off quickly, the unicorn hanging on for dear life on the back. Sweetie Belle knew she had to be fast or she’d most certainly be caught. Scootaloo weaved between trees, ponies, buildings and even took to the air when a fence got in the way.
Finally after a short few minutes Sweetie Belle could see her house where she knew she would be confined for the next few days. Scootaloo came to a halt at her front door and took off her helmet.
“Well I guess that’s it then?” Scootaloo asked, “At least till your allowed back outside the house.”
Sweetie Belle kissed Scoot without answering, when she broke apart she whispered. “Visit me ten pm tomorrow. I’ll have my window unlocked.”
“Sure thing,” Scoot said with a smile. With a peck on the cheek Scoot took off on her scooter.
Sweetie Belle turned to the front door and opened it. She walked in and the first thing she heard was her mother.
“Where have you been young lady?” she demanded coming down the stairs, anger etched on all the lines on her face.
Sweetie Belle’s ears flattened, the previous night’s memories flashing in her vision. Sweetie Belle blubbered then went silent. Whatever her punishment was, she was prepared to take it because whatever the punishment was, it was worth it. She gained a lover and shared an experience that would last a lifetime, and making dinner and doing all the dishes for a week was certainly worth that.
The End
