Sweetie Belle's New Ability

by Ruxify

First published 29th of June, 2015

Sweetie Belle wakes up to find that strange things happen to ponies she talks to when she says their name.

After a night of discovery and experimentation, Sweetie Belle discovers that she can make other ponies act strangely simply by uttering their name. Intrigued, she begins to test the limits and specifications of her new ability.

Note: This story has an actual plot. If you're here just to clop, you may be disappointed.

Chapter I - Alone in Bed

It was a cool, peaceful night in Ponyville. At around the time of midnight, it was not uncommon for such tranquility to exist, considering how small a population it had compared to the big bustling city of Manehattan. At this time, most ponies would already be tucked away in their beds, fast asleep and traveling through dreamland.

However, there was at least one pony in that small town, specifically a small, white unicorn by the name of Sweetie Belle, who was not fast asleep. She wished so badly that she could simply close her eyes and for the n’th time experience the temporary bliss and vacation from reality that was sleep. Sadly, there was just too much on her mind. Today had been yet another failure among failures in attempts at obtaining a cutie mark with her fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders.

“I knew we shouldn’t have attempted riding unicycles,” muttered Sweetie Belle, cringing as she placed her hoof on her swollen, bruised flank. Sighing, she decided to give up falling asleep and she sat up in her bed, still remaining under the covers. Reaching over to her nightstand, she pulled the string on her lamp turning it on. The light bulb, as expected, sparked to life covering her previously pitch black bedroom with a dim, yellow luminance.

Sweetie stared at the wall in front of her, not thinking about much at first, but eventually she let her mind wander. She recalled many of the memories of her past: her times with Rarity, her failed cutie mark earning attempts with her best friends, her boring lectures at school, her bullies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon and the time they fell in the mud when Babs Seed had visited. She smiled and chuckled to herself remembering their discontented faces.

Suddenly, her mind decided to change gears and she found herself thinking about something she never sincerely thought about before: colts. At first it felt odd to her, but being a curious filly, she refrained from shaking her mind off the topic and the ideas automatically decided to expand and become more intricate. She imagined herself going on a date with one, not necessarily one from her class, but one she subconsciously imagined up quickly with features that were very attractive to her. It consisted of the standard activities that one would usually do on a date: going to the movies, having dinner, and in the end, walking around the park. The imaginary pair came upon a bench which allowed them to have the perfect view of the sunset in the distance. Together they sat down on the bench with their hooves held together in between them.

Smiling, Sweetie rested her eyes from the glare of the sun’s UV rays and turned her head towards her date. It turned out he had the same idea. Realizing this, the white filly’s cheeks turned on the burners thus rendering them a bright shade of pink and she let out a small gasp followed by an adorable squeak. The pair remained silent as they stared into each other’s sparkling eyes. Slowly, the colt inched forward in Sweetie Belle’s direction, and Sweetie did the same. The colt would scoot an inch, then Sweetie would return the favor. Finally after what seemed like eternity, they brought their faces together, making sure not to rush the deed. Sweetie closed her eyes, and so did the colt. Back in reality, Sweetie’s body made an involuntary shiver as the imaginary lovers lips locked into a powerful embrace. They kissed and they kissed for what Sweetie imagined to feel like an eternity.

Finally running out of breath, Sweetie and her lover pulled back, still making sure to remain very close to each other. Strangely, something suddenly felt different to the unicorn. She popped her eyes open and gasped. The colt she thought she had been kissing was no longer a colt. Her mind had decided to suddenly switch gears on her in what at first seemed to be a cruel joke, but later felt normal, expected and exciting. Sitting in the place of her imaginary colt was none other than one of her best friends: Scootaloo. She was staring back at Sweetie with an endearing blush that was just as powerful and vivid as Sweetie Belle’s. Her grand, lustrous, purple eyes were wide open and glaring straight back into the imaginer’s luscious green ones. Her mane was styled into her usual sporty coiffure, yet this time the way it reflected the sunset’s rays seemed to add extra splendor that complimented perfectly with her soft, vivid, orange coat.

For a moment, Sweetie stalled her fantasy after battling a slight bout of confusion. Was she really thinking and feeling this way about Scootaloo? Why did she so suddenly allow the little, orange Pegasus that was one of her best friends to invade her memories in such a context? It was already obvious to her that she thought Scootaloo was pretty cool, but she never had imagined that she could visualize her this way. After all, she had grown up listening to stories and watching other’s relationships that all consisted of nothing more than a male and a female. Not to mention she was her best friend, not a love interest! Regardless, Sweetie decided that she would think more about the issue later. She was enjoying what was going on far too much to stop now. Without wasting another moment, she delved right back to her spot in her fantasy.

“Scootaloo? Wh…what are you… why are you…?” questioned the imaginary version of the unicorn. Smiling, Scootaloo simply hushed her, putting her free hoof on her mouth. Gently, she guided the unicorn onto her back which is when she discovered she was no longer at the park. Sweetie found herself to be lying on a luscious, king-sized, red-velvet bed in a room that didn’t actually exist in the real world. In her surprise, her mind had managed to abandon the whole park idea and instead replaced it with a much more comfortable one that seemed to fit the situation better.

Finally resting on her back, Sweetie’s heart began throbbing at maximum speed as she watched her imagined lover’s face nearing hers inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. When Scootaloo finally reached the point where they could feel each other’s breath on each other’s faces, she paused for a moment savoring the sight before her.

“Sweetie Belle… I love you,” whispered Scootaloo.

At that, Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Once again the lovers brought their lips together, this time with Scootaloo using far more force than before. She slowly opened her mouth wider and wider and she used her tongue to prod against Sweetie’s lips. As if it were built into her by instinct, Sweetie gleefully allowed the intruder to enter her oral cavity. The lust fueled accomplishment caused the unicorn to let out a deep moan into her lovers throat which was reciprocated only a few moments later.

The small unicorn finally became fully aware of how much she was enjoying the faux love making. Through her fuzzy, lust-filled thoughts, she suddenly realized that there was a strange new sensation coming over her. As their imaginary tongues explored deeper into each other’s mouths, Sweetie’s filly hood in real life began to secrete its secret, sweet fluid in preparation for its new stage of life. To accompany it, there was also a strange, new, pleasant tingly sensation in that area that was beginning to state its dominance over the maturing filly’s mind. Without even thinking about it, Sweetie brought her hoof beneath the covers and slowly approached the area in question. This caused another short spark of confusion in the young filly because she couldn’t remember a time where the urge to touch herself was this strong, but of course she was already too far gone to stop now.

Contact had been made, and Sweetie let out a light gasp as the new sensations intensified. As if instinct had taken over her body, she began to move her hoof all around her vaginal areas at random, as if testing the waters to find the area where the best sensations could be brought out. Finally she found that the little nub at the top was especially sensitive and she began her best effort in triggering these amazing new sensations. Doing this sent shockwave after shockwave up her spine, into her mind and all throughout her limbs.

Shifting thoughts a little bit, the imaginary Scootaloo finally broke their passionate kiss and both real and imaginary Sweetie shivered in pleasure as Scootaloo began moving down her body, licking and smooching in random, new places, slowly getting closer and closer to Sweetie’s special spot. Finally, after sufficiently building the anticipation, the blushing Pegasus brought her muzzle down to Sweetie’s love hole and saw that it was glistening from being soaked with her love fluids. After each pony took a deep breath, Scootaloo made sure to maintain eye contact with her lover as she began using her tongue to lick up, down and all around the virgin marshmallow pony’s love garden. Real Sweetie attempted to mimic the imaginary Scootaloo’s tongue movements with her hoof, the sensations forcing the filly to quietly moan and shudder. In unison, Sweetie’s hoof and Scootaloo’s tongue began moving faster and faster, each stroke getting closer to Sweetie’s love button. Eventually, they made it to their target and they began focusing all their love in that one location.

Faster and faster they went, each powerful stroke earning a moan or a cute squeak from the filly.

“Ung… unn… oh yes…mmm,” moaned the horny filly as she finally sensed a goal, a reason for doing this in the first place. At first it was distant, but each stroke and dirty thought brought her closer and closer to the unknown, seemingly intense climax that had already made itself obvious to the inexperienced masturbator.

Suddenly, in a cruel turn of events, Sweetie’s horn started illuminating itself in red, which was unusual as it would normally shine green, and would never trigger without its owner willing it to. Irrespective of Sweetie’s current fantasies and new sensual sensations, her horn let out an ear-drum shattering bang that rang throughout Rarity’s boutique. This had a very negative effect on the poor filly whose entire body that was filled with intense pleasure just a second ago exploded in mind-numbing pain and body-wide tremors. Luckily the sensation only lasted a few seconds and the pain quickly faded away… along with the pleasure. Sweetie Belle, who had been sweating profusely, shakily forced herself to sit up. She quickly removed the covers from her lower body and looked down to see her private parts partially swollen and covered in her love fluids.

When her breathing finally slowed down to normal, Sweetie decided that she had enough and was glad that she hadn’t accidently killed herself.

“No wonder adults don’t want us touching ourselves there,” Sweetie said to herself, “it felt pretty nice until the end.” Sweetie shuddered at the memories of the intense pain she had just experienced. Finally having control over her thoughts and actions again, Sweetie quickly got out of bed, cleaned herself up thoroughly, and promptly returned to her resting place finding that at the conclusion of the strange events of the night, her body had summoned up an intense wave of fatigue. Turning out her light, Sweetie yawned, and ducked under the covers.

“I’m never trying that again. I hope that loud noise didn’t wake Rarity,” Sweetie thought to herself. Considering it had already been several minutes since the magic surge and there was still no sign of the fashion mare, Sweetie decided that her sister had been far too unconscious in a deep sleep to hear such a thing. It made sense too, considering how Rarity had always been such a deep sleeper. With a final yawn escaping her insides, Sweetie found it extremely simple to turn off or at least turn down her thoughts thus allowing her to finally began the steep descent into her own dark, dreamless slumber.

Chapter II - Day 1

A bird chirped happily with her chicks in a small tree that resided just beneath Sweetie’s window. They were just loud and close enough for the timid serenade to reach the sleeping filly's ears. As it was a bright, sunny Friday morning in the middle of spring the sun would at that moment be making its way through her window and gently landing on her face. These combined sensations of nature sent a signal to the filly’s mind that it was yet again another morning and time for it to wake its master. It wasn’t just any normal school day, however. It was the final day of school before they were let out on the week-long Spring break. This being the first thought on the now conscious unicorn’s mind, she immediately popped her eyes open and practically threw herself out of bed. Stretching her legs and neck, Sweeties ears perked themselves into the direction of a new noise. It was Rarity calling her down for breakfast.

“Sweetie Belle, breakfast is ready!” she called, “You don’t want to be late to school today, it’s almost Spring Break!”

This caused Sweetie to jump up in excitement and her teeth sparkled in the sunlight as she grinned from ear to ear. She began towards her bedroom door swiftly, only to discover that she didn’t have nearly as much energy as she previously predicted. The quick burst of forced stamina nearly made her collide with the wall as she found her legs failed to obey her quickly enough. Regaining her balance, she calmed down and decided to slow down until she could fully wake up. Though unusual for the filly, it made sense as to why she felt like this, considering the previous night’s events and all. Pushing the memories to the back of her mind, Sweetie finally opened her bedroom door and made her way down the stairs, through the main lobby of the boutique and into the kitchen, where she met her older sister with her back turned as she was putting the finishing touches into their meal.

“Why good morning, Sweetie Belle,” greeted Rarity turning around to reveal two plates of pancakes, toast and assorted fruit.

“Good morning!” Sweetie chirped in response. Rarity placed the plates on the table and Sweetie made her way to her usual eating spot, which was right across from her sister’s. Rarity made her way over to the fridge and pulled out a large jug of orange juice before returning to the table and sitting herself down.

“Are you excited for Spring Break?” inquired the older unicorn. Sweetie, who had already been digging into her pancakes, nodded her head with a smile and made a muffled “mmhmm” from the back of her throat.

The two ate their breakfast in almost complete silence as Rarity used her magic to pull up the local newspaper that had been delivered to their doorstep that morning. Occasionally, one would make a remark, earning a small comment or chuckle from the other. Rarity had already managed to finish every last crumb of her meal a few minutes before Sweetie finished her own. She licked her lips and began to leave her seat causing the older unicorn to look up from her paper.

“Have a good day at school, Sweetie.”

“I will, and as always thanks for the breakfast, Rarity!”

As if on cue, Sweetie’s horn suddenly came to life, bursting into a shiny, bright green at first but then quickly darkening into a malevolent shade of red. Compared to the night before, however, this only had a relatively small effect on Sweetie. It only consisted of a mild shiver not much more powerful than one caused by the cold that only lasted the duration of the spell, otherwise she was fine. Sweetie’s mouth forced itself open in a gasp as she watched the other end of her magic connect with its target who was none other than the fashion-obsessed mare not more than a few feet away from her.

“Sweetie Belle what are you…” began Rarity, only to be cut off. A very powerful and familiar sensation began zapping its way through her nerves, originating from her suddenly very moist mare-hood. She couldn’t help but let out a loud moan of pleasure as she let go of the newspaper which fluttered away from the table thanks to air resistance and she let her body go limp, slamming down onto the table with a boisterous thunk.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze for Sweetie Belle. Her body began shaking in fear as she watched her sister quiver and groan in a fashion that seemed to be advertising pain to the oblivious filly. A few moments had passed before Rarity’s climax finally concluded. Snapping out of her trance, Sweetie quickly run up to her sister’s side who was breathing deeply and staring at the wall before switching her glance to her worried sister.

“OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU OKAY? DO YOU NEED ME TO CALL AN AMBULANCE?” cried her worried sister. Rarity merely blinked in response before her logical ability finally returned to her, realizing precisely what had just happened.

“I… I… yes, I’m just fine Sweetie Belle,” she blushed “but I think I need some time alone for a while and… good heavens, just look at the time,” said Rarity as she quickly got up from her chair and began ushering Sweetie out into the boutique lobby. For a moment, Sweetie thought she could see the chair her sister had been sitting on glistening in a strange way that indicated the presence of a puddle of moisture along with a strange, new, musty fragrance that had just entered the air. If she had to relate it to any other smell she would have to guess… marshmallows? Disregarding it, Sweetie obeyed her sister and made her way over to her school saddle bags that sat in the corner next to the front door. Before leaving, Sweetie watched her sister nervously walk backwards away from her and up the stairs as though she were hiding something behind her back. Before disappearing completely into her room, Rarity called out to make one final remark.

“Uh… enjoy your day at school. Make sure you come home as soon as school lets out. I want to talk to about what just happened, but it’s just too much right now! Good bye!” At that she swiftly slammed her door behind her and the boutique was left in silence.

“Oh, okay! Feel better, Rarity!” Sweetie called out in response, only to be met with another nonconsensual burst of magic and a slew of muffled moans and groans coming from upstairs.

“Eh he he…” nervously chuckled Sweetie as she quickly ran through the door and out into the soothing, warm spring weather.

Walking through Ponyville, Sweetie was lost in her thoughts. “Just what in Equestria did I do? My magic has never disobeyed me before. I wonder if this is somehow related to what happened last night…” Sweetie shivered and shook her head. There was no way this was her fault. After all, it was her magic that decided to fire up seemingly at its own will. Sweetie couldn’t control it at all. It would be unfair to blame herself for her horn’s wrong doings. But then she remembered that only the previous night before she had been doing something she believed was something she wasn’t supposed to be doing, and she vividly remembered she had at least some control over herself despite the fuzz that invaded her mind at the time.

“Oh horse feathers…” she muttered to herself as she made the final turn onto the road that eventually lead to the Ponyville School House. “Okay, so there’s no use in scolding myself now. I have to find out exactly what’s going on.”

Sweetie played back the events of the strange morning over and over again in her mind. She tried to remember exactly what she had done or what had occurred that resulted in her horn going haywire. She tried to see if it was some sort of gesture she or Rarity had made or if she had said anything strange. Stopping for a moment, she puzzled over the problem. Suddenly, the solution hit her head like a rock. She let out a gasp and jumped a bit while her eyes flashed open in realization. “It was her name! It’s because I said her name!” she screamed. Quickly realizing what she had just done, Sweetie looked around to find a few other civilians had stopped to stare at her. Blushing from embarrassment, Sweetie immediately restarted her usual trot in the direction of her destination.

Upon entering the schoolyard, Sweetie bounced joyfully as she noticed her two best friends waiting for her in the school yard.

“That’s it! I’m sure with the help of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo I’d be able to get myself out of this mess!” she gleefully muttered to herself only to stop in her tracks as though she had hit a brick wall as soon as she had realized her grave mistake. Worriedly, she closed her eyes and braced herself for the expected burst of magic escaping from her horn followed by the surely disastrous consequences.

Except… the shudder of doom never happened, and she didn’t feel any magic leaving her body. She froze in place, still a decent distance away from the other crusaders, waiting and waiting with the thought that maybe her horn was being delayed by some unforeseen condition. Confused, she reopened her eyes and stared at her friends in the distance. Still not having noticed her yet, they smiled while continuing on with their conversation and Scootaloo gave a little chuckle to a remark Apple Bloom had made. Seemingly, everything was as it should be, but Sweetie wasn’t taking any chances. Cautiously, she made her way over to her friends, making sure to watch what she said, if she said anything at all.

“Oh! Hey there Sweetie Belle!” chirped Scootaloo as Sweetie joined her friends, “Uh… is something wrong?”

It was blatantly obvious that something was disturbing the little unicorn. Her face was crunched up with fear and concern and her pupils had grown to their maximum size. At the sound of her friend’s voice, Sweetie’s heart skipped a beat as she immediately recalled the events of that previous night. Her fearful expression relaxed and quickly reformed into one of embarrassment. Her cheeks lit up into a bright pink as she cringed and backed away from the now obviously confused Pegasus.

“Yeah… somethin’s definitely wrong with her,” remarked Apple Bloom. “Would ya mind tellin’ us what? We can’t help ya’ll if you don’t explain.”

Apple Bloom’s voice was just what Sweetie needed to be brought back to reality. Flushing the sensual memories back to the deep storage cavities of her mind, Sweetie shook her head and returned to her fellow crusaders who were staring at her now both with confused expressions on their face. Sweetie cleared her appearance back to normal, paused a moment to conjure up her first sentence taking great care in making sure it did not include either of her friends’ names. She cleared her throat and responded.

“Well, something strange HAS happened this morning. As for myself, I’m fine. But it’s you guys, and other ponies for that matter, that I’m really worried about.” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo exchanged glances at the somewhat unexpected response from their unicorn friend.

“What exactly do ya mean?” inquired Apple Bloom.

“You see, it was really hard for me to get to sleep last night. So I decided to focus on something else for a few minutes to see if I could make myself sleepier,” Sweetie paused for a moment trying to come up with a good, non-explicit way to finish her explanation, saving her from embarrassment, “I… ended up day dreaming and… well never mind. The rest is a secret. All you need to know is that at one point my magic decided to start up by itself and it really hurt. It was also red instead of my usual green and it made a loud, scary noise,” cringed Sweetie upon recalling the memory. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo emotionlessly watched her friend giving her explanation, making sure to grant her all their attention.

“So anyway, I go and have breakfast with Rarity and just when I’m about to leave for school, I say something and my horn flashes up out of control again! Only this time it hurt much less and didn’t last nearly as long. The red was still there though. This caused Rarity to cry out and lose control of her body. She just sat there lying on the table breathing heavily and her limbs twitched like crazy. It was really scary.”

“So what did you after that? Did you have to call an ambulance?” asked Scootaloo now with her own worried expression on her face.

“Well I asked if she was okay and if she needed one, but she told me she was fine. She seemed really nervous and embarrassed and she practically pushed me out of the boutique to get to school.

“Ah see. Was there anythin’ else that seemed strange? Do you know why your horn went out of control?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Yeah, I did notice a strange, yet pleasant smell coming from her and there was a small puddle of clear liquid right where she had been sitting. As far as to why, I think managed to figure that out or at least I think I did on the way here. It seemed to happen each time I mentioned her name. The reason I’m unsure of that is because just a few moments ago, I stupidly somehow managed to say both of your names… but unlike this morning nothing happened!”

“Are ya sure that’s the reason?” quizzed Apple Bloom with slight doubt in her voice.

“Well, it’s the best thing I got!” retorted Sweetie Belle. Just then both the apple filly and the marshmallow filly turned their glances to orange Pegasus expecting a response.

“Hmm… I have an idea! You said that Rarity was just fine after it happened, correct?” Sweetie nodded in response. “Then perhaps if you say my name, we can test your theory for sure!” Scootaloo beamed, proud of her idea.

“Uhh… I don’t know. Maybe we should go ask a grownup about this. It could be something serious,” Sweetie solemnly remarked in response to the idea.

“Don’t worry about me, Sweetie Belle. I’ll be fine. After all, Rarity assured you she was alright!”

“Aren’t you scared something bad might happen to you? After all, I’ve only managed to do this twice, and I haven’t been given enough time to see any ever lasting effects. A while back Princess T… the powerful magic princess in the castle, told me that magic, when used incorrectly, can be very dangerous.”

“Yeah, I’m a little scared. But I’m willing to sacrifice myself if it means helping one of my best friends,” Scootaloo boasted, puffing out her chest. At this Sweetie Belle’s cheeks turned bright red in response to a surge in her new feelings that had been recently emerging around the pony in question.

“Ok, if you say so. App… uh apple filly, get ready to run for help in case something terrible happens.” Apple Bloom simply nodded and trotted behind Sweetie Belle for safety. Scootaloo was standing just a few feet in front of them with an expression that was a mixture of worry and bravery, possibly indicating that she might be having second thoughts. Regardless, she stood tall and ready for her friend to inflict the mysterious spell upon her.

“Okay… I’m ready when you are,” said Sweetie Belle, sweat now beginning to trickle down her forehead.

“Let me have it!” replied Scootaloo, standing tall and poofing out her chest trying to be as brave as she could.

Sweetie stood there for a moment, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. Finally, she did the deed.

“Scootaloo,” she said with new found confidence. Once again, her horn blazed to life, first green then to red, just as it happened before. Then came the snap, though still somewhat quiet, was loud enough to spread through the schoolyard. At this moment, Sweetie realized they had forgotten just that fact, but decided to keep her brace as it was too late to stop it now. Apple Bloom turned her head watched as dozens of her schoolmate’s eyes turned their focus towards the show. Ignoring this for now, she returned her view to her friends, glancing back and forth between them.

Just a moment later, the red magical aurora surrounded the seemingly brave Pegasus for a split second. Her eyes shot wide open and she let out a loud gasp. Instantly, her wings spread open as wide as they could and she collapsed to the ground. Everyone in the yard silently watched as the tomcolt filly withered, shuddered and moaned on the ground for a rough estimate of about ten seconds.

“Oh Celestia… oh buck... this is… oh…,” she moaned, causing the rest of the schoolyard to flinch at the utterance of her lust filled profanity. Finally, her vaginal contractions ceased and she was left lying there, breathing heavily. No pony said a word for about a minute.

As if it existed for the purpose of breaking the silence, the school bell rang thus snapping the schoolyard out of their trance, most of the students seemingly ignoring what they just saw and continuing on with their lives. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle rushed up to the satisfied Pegasus and helped her up onto her hooves.

“OH MY GOSH, I’M SO SORRY. I knew this was a bad idea!” worried Sweetie Belle, feeling as though she was about to cry. Sure, it was obvious her new found crush was alive, but was she well?

“Oh Celestia… Sweetie Belle… that was…,” started Scootaloo, with Sweetie bracing herself for her friend’s outburst of anger, “AMAZING!!! It just… felt so BUCKING good, I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain what it felt like to you guys!” cursed Scootaloo with a big smile on her face. Scootaloo then jumped onto the startled marshmallow pony pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Well. That turned out better than expected,” remarked Apple Bloom. That’s when Scootaloo pulled herself away from the spell caster and turned to Apple Bloom.

“You’ve just gotta give it a try, AB. I mean, it’s probably the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my entire life!” Still trying to comprehend what their friend was telling them, the other two fillies looked at each other with expressions that started as confusion and then turning into relief as they realized they friend was PROBABLY okay.

“You know what, Ah think Ah may just have ta give it a try,” remarked Apple Bloom. “Can ya do a filly a favor, Sweetie Belle?”

“I… I guess so. If she says it's okay, and if it’s really as pleasurable as she says it is, I suppose I can lend you a hoof.” Sweetie smiled after finally coming to terms with what kind of effects her special new ability had on others. One thing still puzzled her though. Why had Rarity reacted so embarrassingly to something that felt so good? She would have to ask her later when she returned home.

“Awesome! Thanks, Sweetie! Ah think that maybe it should wait till recess though. Class is about to start!” The other two fillies nodded in agreement and together they began heading towards the school house and entered just as the late bell began to ring.

Upon entrance to their classroom, the fillies lightly blushed as they noticed how essentially EVERYPONY there, was staring straight at them. While attempting to ignore them, the fillies headed towards their respective desks and sat down.

This is when one thing became really obvious to Scootaloo as she took her seat: her private parts were absolutely soaking wet, which of course was extremely embarrassing, and not to mention confusing. Perhaps there was some connection between the sensation she just experienced and her private parts, an idea that she decided to keep to herself unless it was absolutely necessary to mention it which, considering they were going to have Apple Bloom experience it in just a few hours at recess, she expected that she may indeed soon need to.

Their class that day resumed as normal with no utterances of anypony’s name from the unicorn whose new found powers and images from what she had just recently witnessed would simply not leave her mind. She found they distracted her from the lessons far more than she would have liked. Regardless, she was able to pull through and learn a new thing or two. Finally, Cheerilee finished up her lesson and five minutes later, the class was rewarded with the bell that would set them free for at least fifteen minutes. Two of those students, were especially excited to leave the classroom and Sweetie had to speed up into a gallop in order to keep up with them.

“Okay, Sweetie, do your thing! Show Apple Bloom your amazing power!” said Scootaloo, seemingly more excited about something than she’s ever been.

“Okay, ready when you are, apple filly,” said Sweetie to Apple Bloom.

“As our little orange Pegasus friend here said, ‘Let me have it!’” beamed the excited filly. But before Sweetie could even take a breath to begin the utterance of her friend’s name, a small group of fillies from their class came up to talk to them.

“So uh… what exactly happened this morning? Are you alright Scootaloo?” she asked.

“I’m more than just fine! I haven’t felt that good in well, ever! Seriously you guys, you gotta try it!” Scootaloo then turned back to Sweetie Belle. “Show them again, Sweetie. Cast your spell on Apple Bloom!”

Nodding, Sweetie Belle turned around and looked at her friend. Preparing yet again for the somewhat unpleasant yet not really painful sensations to return by taking several deep breaths, she braced herself and uttered her friend’s name.

“Apple Bloom!” As expected, all the usual things that happened during the course of the spellcasting once again repeated: her color changing horn, the loud snap, and finally the aurora around the anticipating apple filly.

Apple Bloom gasped as an intense tingling sensation began exploding from her virgin nether regions that spread throughout her tough build. Despite her muscle and strength, she could not help but to collapse to the ground into a heavy breathing, shuddering pile of absolute bliss, just as Scootaloo had done before.

“Unnn, unnn, mmmm…” moaned Apple Bloom as her climax finally came to an end after an astonishing fifteen seconds. By this time, almost everyone on the playground had gathered around to watch, which made Apple Bloom blush even more than she already was as she forced herself to regain her composure. No-pony said a word as they waited to hear a response from her. A few moments later, she trotted over to Scootaloo and whispered something in her ear.

“Uh… is your um… ‘special place’ SUPPOSED to get all wet like that?” Scootaloo, though not surprised, was stunned that her friend would ask such a bold question and she slowly nodded her head in response. Relieved, Apple Bloom turned around facing her audience.

“Eh he he, that felt really good,” she said, blushing after realizing what she had just said.

“So, who wants to give it a try? “ Scootaloo inquired the audience hopping in front of the apple filly. Almost immediately, hooves started flying into the air and the crowd began forming a line behind Sweetie Belle. Though she was starting to get a slight headache from all the slight bursts of pain, Sweetie was excited for a chance to finally be at least somewhat popular.

One by one each student went under Sweetie’s spell whether filly or colt and each had a similar reaction to the first two crusaders. Colts however had the added embarrassment of sudden erections that, as ponies didn’t normally wear clothes, were immediately visible to everyone, thus earning a few harmless chuckles here and there. Luckily enough for them however, they were all still too young to ejaculate. Even the Cutie Mark Crusader’s arch enemies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon joined in on the fun.

“Perhaps you aren’t so bad after all,” complimented Diamond.

Partway finished with the line, Apple Bloom had an epiphany and turned to speak with Sweetie Belle.

“Hey, Sweetie, remember how ya said earlier that you accidently said our names before you met up with us and nuthin’ happened? Well, maybe that’s because we weren’t able to hear ya’ll say it in the first place. Maybe it only affects ponies that actually hear ya sayin’ their name.”

Sweetie pondered over her friend’s suggestion for moment and nodded with a smile in response. “That totally makes sense. Nice idea, Apple Bloom.” Sweetie smirked as she said those final two words and her horn once again went through its spellcasting routine, rewarding the apple filly for her suggestion with another powerful orgasm.

Ten minutes later, the end-of-recess bell rung, but no-pony seemed to pay any attention to it. There were still three more ponies that hadn’t had their turn yet and every pony was interested in seeing their reaction. By this time, Sweetie was getting exhausted. Zapping everyone in her class with the pleasure spell had eaten up a ton of energy and her entire body was starting to ache. However, as it was for a good cause, she kept her complaints to a minimum as she trudged on through the final students.

“Just what in Equestria is going on here?” came the sudden voice of their teacher who was now staring in confusion at a young pink filly whom Sweetie just finished casting her spell on, leaving her in a spasm of euphoric bliss.

Startled, Sweetie Belle turned around in fear as she watched her judgmental teachers eyes shift between her and the pony she had just casted her spell on. No-pony neither responded nor moved in response. The previously orgasming filly merely laid on the ground without moving a muscle as her contractions finally subsided, too scared to move.

Although, it felt great, each student just then began reflecting on one particular part of their activity: a lot of the sensations that they felt started in an area that adults had previously informed them to be an area that should be kept private, hidden behind their tails. This epiphany hit each of them square in the muzzle and they each began showing their own individualistic version of the complex emotion known as “shame”. All of them… except for a certain enthusiastic, orange filly. Mustering up a broad smile, she moved to the front of the crowd and faced their teacher one on one.

“Oh my gosh, Ms. Cheerilee, it’s amazing! Sweetie Belle just randomly woke up this morning having this amazing power where whenever she says some pony’s name they start to feel extremely good! You gotta try it!” She then made a 180 degree spin and faced her still fear-struck friend. “Go on Sweetie, show her!” A few seconds passed without any response from her, or any pony for that matter.

“Uh, hello? Is any pony home?” inquired Scootaloo, waving a hoof in front of her face. This was sufficient enough to snap her out of her daze.

“Oh, yeah, right...” With one final gulp Sweetie looked into her stern teacher’s eyes and cast her spell.

“Ms. Cheerilee.” For the n’th time that day, Sweetie’s horn once again went through its routine. After the final body aurora had faded on their teacher, all her students snapped back into action, gathering around her and watched in awe as their teacher climaxed, her body vibrating and shaking uncontrollably, yet somehow she managed to stay on her hooves, which was an impressive change from all the others.

Cheerilee was shocked to find herself losing control of her body. Somehow, this young, yet admittedly talented filly was causing her to cum even without coming near her mare-hood. For the duration of the orgasm she couldn’t say anything and she silently decided to handle the issue when she was able to regain a straight-thinking mind at the end of her final contraction, an event that came soon enough at an impressive twenty seconds later.

Fighting her desire to collapse, the strong mare shook each of her limbs back into function and prepared herself for what she had to do. She promised herself not to get too angry at them considering they were only children who probably didn’t know any better.

“Everyone, please return to class, now. Recess is over, and we need to talk,” she announced, solidifying her authority in a strict yet understanding manner. One by one, each student promptly obeyed, marching back to class in a neat, single file line. Before Sweetie Belle could join them, Cheerilee put a hoof on her shoulder and told her that she needed to see her in the hallway outside of their classroom immediately. Once every pony was in their place, the class in their classroom with the door closed and the magical filly and her teacher out in the hallway on the other side of that door, Cheerilee took a deep breath and began the conversation.

“Okay, so what’s this all about? Do you have any idea what you have been doing? How did you learn such an advanced magical ability? Did some pony teach you? If so, you have to tell me who it was right away, young lady.” Sweetie merely paused for a moment, musing over each question thrown at her, trying to figure out a proper response. In the end, she decided to tell her the truth from the beginning… other than her less than modest fantasies with Scootaloo and the fact that she had been playing with herself while doing it. That would have to remain her secret, even from her.

“I see. So it will cause any pony to have these intense ‘strange feelings’ to whomever you name?”

“That’s right, as long as they can hear me saying their name, of course. I’m sorry for my actions, Ms. Cher… ahem, teacher.” Sweetie looked down to the floor, expecting that it was now time for her to receive punishment. In surprise, no such thing happened.

“It’s quite alright, Sweetie. Your intentions were pure and you simply didn’t know what you were doing. Every pony makes mistakes.” Sweetie lifted her head from the floor and sighed in relief. “However… this one is rather serious and as your teacher it will require me to personally notify each and every one of your classmates’ guardians. Given the circumstances, I’m sure they’ll understand.” Cheerilee inwardly cringed at this lie. She knew there would be at least one parent who would overreact to this situation. She merely didn’t want to make the poor filly feel any worse for her deeds. At that, Sweetie’s mentor opened the classroom door for her and they both went inside. Not a single pony moved and all had their eyes on their teacher. They were all far too scared to even dare moving a single inch from their seat or step anywhere out of line. Once Sweetie had taken her seat, Cheerilee began her speech.

“Now I know what you all may be wondering. No, none of you are in any trouble, at least from me. Sweetie Belle explained to me in full exactly what happened and it all makes sense. Although I currently have no official authority to talk about this issue, I strongly feel that given the situation, you need to know.” The maroon mare waited a moment for her revelation to take effect. She watched as some of the young ponies in the room gave sighs of relief. Smiling, she continued.

“Sweetie Belle has obtained a rather advanced and unique ability… or rather, a magical defect. Unicorns usually only cast spells when they will for them to happen in their minds and it’s usually far more complicated than simply saying one’s name. I’ve only briefly heard of this specific problem way back when I was in college, learning to become a teacher. There really isn’t much known as to why or how it happens, but the conditions and effects are clear, all of which have already been made obvious to you all.” This earned a few sheepish smiles from some and blushes in others. Scootaloo merely sat in confusion. Why was this even an issue? Didn’t all that matter was the fact it made her and so many other ponies feel amazing?

“You see class, there is a special biological function your body has that is meant to help encourage you to help create new ponies. It’s called an orgasm, which is what you all just experienced.” At that, a couple of ponies raised their hooves.

“Ms. Cheerilee, Sweetie Belle never got to cast her spell on us. We still have no idea what it’s like,” remarked a colt, speaking for the other filly who also had her hoof up.

“That is something you can figure out on your own time. You see class, usually an orgasm doesn’t just happen from a magical spell, or defect, as I said earlier. Most of the time, this happens when ponies stimulate or rub their private parts for a while.” At this, some of the students blushed and turned to look away from their teacher for a moment while this fact settled in with them.

“Finally, the last thing I feel you all need to know is that it is perfectly okay and healthy to cause these feelings to happen to your own bodies sometimes. However, doing it in public in large group like you were doing is simply not appropriate and if it continues you may run into serious consequences. Because of how serious it is, I will see to it that I personally talk to all of your parent and/or guardians about what happened today.” This final revelation, as expected, caused some worried/fearful looks through-out, to which Cheerilee responded, “Don’t worry. This was all just a silly mistake, and none of you understood what you were doing. I’m sure your parents will still love you, none-the-less. Now, that we’re all back in here, I believe we have an English lesson to get through.” Satisfied with her conversation, Cheerilee went back to her desk, pulled out some supplies and wrote some text-book page numbers up on her board, instructing the class to turn to them in their own books.

Despite having an awkward atmosphere in the air as each student thought about that day’s strange events, class continued on as normal, through lunch and last period of the day. Finally, after much anticipation, the final school bell rung and every pony worked together to create the same usual ruckus that usually accompanied the end of the school day.

“Have a good Spring Break class. See you in a week!” called out the teacher to the exiting students.

“Um, Sweetie Belle, could you stay in here with me for a moment please?” Giving her friends a solemn glance as they left the classroom, Sweetie went over by her teacher and they waited for the class room to empty. Finally empty, Cheerilee began her next awkward conversation.

“Sweetie, during your lunch break, I took the liberty of notifying a friend of mine who I think will be able to help you with your little problem here. I told her to come five minutes after the final bell rung so she should be here at any minute…” The two ponies remained silent, the only audible sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall as they waited and waited for Cheerilee’s “friend”. Suddenly, out of nowhere a bright flashing bubble appeared in the middle of the room in a burst of magic. Once it had faded and Sweetie had uncovered her eyes she looked up to see not one, but two ponies: her sister Rarity and none other than Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

“Hey there, Ms. Cheerilee, Sweetie Belle,” greeted Twilight in her usual happy-go-lucky tone.

“How do you do, Twilight? Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“It’s no problem at all, Ms. Cheerilee. I’m always glad to help out a friend. Now, what was it that you needed some magical assistance with, and why did you need to me to bring Rarity with me?” she asked, the other adult unicorn mimicking her curiosity.

For the next five minutes, both Sweetie Belle and Ms. Cheerilee together explained the situation, earning some looks of confusion, concern and bewilderment from the two listeners. After they finished, Twilight took a moment to muse over the situation before finally providing a response. At the same time, Rarity thought back to the unusual events at the beginning of that day and sighed to herself as it all started to click into place.

“Yes, this is indeed very unusual. I also know what book you are talking about, “The Big Book of Unusual Magical Anomalies: Volume 3”, I believe.” Cheerilee nodded in response. “Well as you already know, at this moment there isn’t much I can do to help Sweetie. However, this is why we have science. I should be able to figure out a solution if I can just get a magical sample from her… this unfortunately means she’ll have to perform the spell one more time, and the results won’t be instant. It could take days, even weeks for me to figure it out, depending on how complex a spell it is.” At this revelation, the four ponies looked around at each other and the awkwardness consumed the situation. Finally, Rarity spoke up.

“Well, if it’s for my sister, I am willing to get hit by the spell again. Let’s make sure to get it done quickly though.”

“Do you need me to leave the room?” asked Cheerilee, showing she would allow her to have her privacy while the required mares in question did the deed.

“There will be no need for that, Ms. Cheerilee. We’re all mares after all.” At that, Cheerilee nodded in response and the four ponies got into position.

“Whenever you’re ready, go ahead Sweetie Belle.” Sweetie turned her head to her sister in a silent attempt to ask for her permission.

“Go ahead, Sweetie, it’s alright.” Sweetie took one final breath before she forced her lips to form her sister’s name.

“Rarity,” squeaked Sweetie, and as her horn once again went through its routine, Twilight began to cast her own spell that completely surrounded her and Rarity in her magic and it began feeding magical data to the alicorn.

Similar to the events that morning, Rarity began going through the usual body tremors and let out the moans of pleasure that usually came along with the sensation of an orgasm. Her vagina began to leak her love fluids that escaped as droplets that dribbled down her leg and directly onto the floor below the area between the satiated unicorn’s hind legs. Finally after her last contraction, Twilight released her data collection spell and the older marshmallow pony passed out onto the floor and waited to hear from her intelligent friend.

“Alright, this data is looking really promising already. I’m sure it won’t take me too long to figure out. Anyway, I’m sure it’s been a long, interesting day for both of you. I would head home and rest up. I’ll be sure to contact you whenever I make any breakthroughs.” This earned genuine smiles from the two unicorn sisters.

“Thank you, Twi… I mean, Princess,” said Sweetie.

Twilight merely nodded in response before summoning a bright flash of magic that surrounded her and quickly disappeared along with its caster.

Chapter III - The Pranksters

Sweetie Belle yawned and stretched her forelegs as yet another bright, sunny morning dawned upon her. Almost immediately, the realization that not only was it Saturday, but also the first full day of Spring Break, hit her consciousness full force. A big smile beamed onto her face as she practically threw herself out of the covers… which quickly proved to be a huge mistake. Using her new found ability so carelessly the previous day, especially at her rather novice level of magical ability seemed to take a much larger toll on her body than previously expected. It was almost a repeat of yesterday morning, but the fatigue had a completely different reason to exist. She remembered another time of when she was hanging out and learning about magic with Twilight, when she had mentioned this fact in particular. After taking a moment to move around in an attempt to wake herself up, Sweetie opened her bed room door and headed for the kitchen.

Upon entering, she immediately discovered one strange fact: Rarity was nowhere to be found. In her place, she found a neatly folded piece of paper, some toast and some fruit on the table in the middle. She grabbed the letter and unfolded it to reveal a short message written in an intricate yet rushed scribble that was Rarity’s hoofwriting.

Dear Sweetie Belle,

I would love nothing more than to spend another morning with you, but unfortunately I have some very important business errands to attend to. I made sure to get up extra early to prepare you some breakfast, enjoy!

Love, Rarity

P.S. – You may go out and play with your friends, but PLEASE don’t cause any trouble. Remember what we talked about last night.

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes as she sat the letter down before taking a seat and getting to work on consuming her meal. Swallowing some rather juicy strawberries, she repeated the scenes that happened right after she and her sister had returned from the school house that previous afternoon over and over again in her mind. Regarding the main events of yesterday, there only existed a single conversation, the rest of the evening being filled with dinner, homework, some light reading, and a bath followed by bedtime. She sighed as she again listened to Rarity’s words ringing through her head.

“Sweetie Belle, you don’t need to know any of the details until you’re older, but please know that causing other ponies to act and feel this way without their permission is very disrespectful, and it most certainly never should be done out in public!”

“Oh come on, sis! I just don’t understand why it’s such a big deal! Like, why is it ‘not appropriate’ or ‘disrespectful’?”

“Like a said, I’ll tell you when you’re older. Hopefully Twilight can figure out a solution soon so we can get you out of this mess. For now, I’m just going to have to ask you to only speak when you absolutely need to, and for Celestia’s sake don’t say anypony’s name.”

Letting out an annoyed groan, Sweetie ran upstairs to her room to begin on her English homework.

Back in reality, Sweetie finished up the last few crumbs of her toast, leapt down from the chair and made her way towards the door. She made sure to lock it behind her before heading out towards Sweet Apple Acres where the Cutie Mark Crusader tree house resided. Though still quite early in the morning, temperatures had already risen to about 70 degrees, providing a subtle warning about the summer-like heat that was destined to come.

About 15 minutes later, Sweetie finally climbed the ramps that led up to the tree house and knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened revealing a now excited orange Pegasus.

“Hooray, you’re here! Good Morning, Sweetie Belle!” she squealed with delight, her wings fluttering as she hopped back inside. Before she could formally respond, Sweetie noticed that Scootaloo was shining a bigger smile than she usually did today. After entering their play area, she closed the door and turned around, intending to return the greeting.

“Good morning, Scoo…” she said, eyes going wide as she realized she was about to make a mistake. “Ahem… uh Good Morning.” Even after her correction, Sweetie could see that Scootaloo’s expression still had not changed in the slightest and she wasn’t moving, nor seemingly, breathing. In response, Sweetie’s face simply stared back without any expression, which as the seconds wore on, eventually slipped into confusion.

“Um, hello? Any pony home?” Sweetie walked up to her friend and mimicked what she had done to her yesterday, waving a hoof in front of her face. Finally, Scootaloo snapped out of her statue like state.

“Oh come on, Sweetie Belle, say it!”

“Uh… say what?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes and her smile faded.

“Uh, what else but my name, silly?”

Sweetie then let out a big sigh and face-hoofed.

“Yeah no, you already know why I can’t do that. Rarity was really strict with me last night.”

“Pfft, oh come on Sweetie, live a little. Are you honestly just gonna listen to some silly grown-ups instead of helping your friends feel good? If it wasn’t a good thing, then why would it feel that way?”

Sweetie put a hoof to her chin and thought about it. Then suddenly, one important piece of information returned to her and she face-hoofed again, this time at her own ignorance. Rarity had said it was disrespectful to do it WITHOUT their permission. It was blatantly obvious that Scootaloo wanted it, so it should be perfectly fine, right? Sighing, she turned to her friend, who was now only a few inches away from her face with both bright, purple eyes staring directly at her. She had apparently already crossed the room while she was still considering the preposition. Her heart skipped a beat as she observed this fact. How in Equestria could she say no to something so breath-takingly beautiful and cute?

“Okay… uh… well… Rarity DID say that it would be alright if you gave me your permission…” she said, her voice cracking a little in nervousness. Scootaloo’s face exploded into yet another, bright and adorable grin. Jumping back a little, she gave a little fist pump in the air, similar to one performed by her idol Rainbow Dash as she celebrated.

“Awww yeah! You’re the best Sweetie Belle!” At that, Sweetie’s face burned into her usual shade of pink and the air flew out of her lungs in a quick gasp as Scootaloo sprung in her direction and landed with her hooves tight around their target, none other than the blushing, young unicorn herself. Not less than a moment later, Sweetie’s mind turned itself back on again and she worked at moving her own hooves to reciprocate her crush’s gesture. Hold on, “crush”? Sweetie took a moment to silently consider it. Scootaloo was supposed to be her best friend, but despite that, especially now in her current position with her, she did begin to consciously detect that there was something more than that. Though it was slightly confusing, given she hadn’t exactly heard of two fillies having these feelings for each other before, it felt natural. If there truly was an issue, she decided she would deal with it later. All that mattered at that moment was what was happening now, and right now she was with somepony she cared about very much.

Another loving moment later, Sweetie detected Scootaloo beginning to pull herself away, indicating that she had had enough of the embrace. Reluctantly, she let her go. Though disappointed, it wasn’t long before she became reacquainted with a former source of happiness: Scootaloo’s adorable face, which was now smiling at a far more modest extent. Sweetie stared and stared as long as she could. She never wanted to look away. Her heart was now thumping in her chest as strongly as it could; her pupils grew to twice their size, allowing Scootaloo to get a peek of her soul. She even thought she saw Scootaloo blushing along with her. That’s when a new idea fluttered into Sweetie’s brain… and it was a very naughty one at that. She just had to wait for the right moment. They were trapped in their optical embrace for what have must have been a minute, not saying a word. As a result, Scootaloo started feeling a strong musk of awkwardness developing and floating through the air. She shook her wings a bit and took in a deep breath in preparation to break the silence. But before she could, Sweetie spoke up.

“You know what I just realized?”

“What?” Scootaloo replied, tilting her head slightly, her blush flaring up a little in intensity.

“Yesterday, I was the one giving EVERYPONY a chance to feel good and what did I get?”

Scootaloo merely blinked for a moment considering Sweetie’s question. Relaxing, she sat down on the floor just below her.

“…not really anything I suppose. Do you want to feel good too Sweetie?” Scootaloo smirked a tad, having then realized how erotically charged her question was.

“Well yeah of course but… there’s something else I want to try…”

“Really? Like what?”

“Well, first of all, I want to know: How much do you want me to cast my spell on you? Like, what are you willing to do, how far would you go?”

Scootaloo tilted her head again trying to understand exactly what she was trying to ask.

“Well, we’re best friends aren’t we? And best friends help best friends with favors, though I am sorry I haven’t considered your feelings a little more and I’m willing to fix that, that is IF I am able to fix it…”

Noticing the naivety in Scootaloo’s answer, Sweetie Belle gave an evil smirk and a small, squeaky chuckle.

“But what if I REFUSE to help you… unless you do something special for me?” she spoke with a strong vibe of devilishness.

At this point, Sweetie’s intentions were made clear to Scootaloo and she immediately went into a blush full force and her wings rocketed away from her sides. Her nervousness froze every muscle in her body except for the ones in her throat that let out a loud, audible gulp. Sweetie watched this reaction with a satisfied, somewhat sadistic smile on her face.

“What… what do you want me to do?” she stuttered, finding it unusually difficult to muster up the courage to ask.

Sweetie didn’t say anything. Instead she let her actions make up for her words by slowly tiptoeing towards Scootaloo who was now backing up in return. Eventually they made it to the other side of the treehouse and Scootaloo no longer had anywhere to run. Sweetie chuckled for a moment before beginning to close in on her prey. Though she felt a little bad for possibly scaring her, she knew Scootaloo owed her for all the pleasure she gave out yesterday. She was going to get her well-deserved kiss whether Scootaloo liked it or not. Finally close enough to make the final approach with her neck, Sweetie began to close in on the other filly’s face, making sure to take her sweet time. It wasn’t often she got to be the one in control. Almost there now, there wasn’t more than maybe four inches remaining and she was already able to feel the soft and warm, yet quick breaths of her prey. Her nose twitched in reaction to the now blatantly apparent somewhat sweaty yet still pleasant musk emanating from the young Pegasus.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* banged the clubhouse door just before the door handle turned and it began opening with a loud creak. This resulted in a full five seconds, a full five seconds too long, of “deer-in-headlights” syndrome for the two apparent “lovers”. This was plenty of time for their new visitor, who was now eyeing them together from top to bottom, to drop their jaw as far as it would go thus letting out a gasp, and to let their eyes pop open wide while their pupils shrunk down to having the circumference of the tip of a pin.

‘Horse feathers, we forgot to lock the door!’ thought Sweetie Belle in frustration, now regaining control of her muscles and moving far to the side of Scootaloo in an instant.

“Just what in tarnation are ya’ll doin?” quizzed the flustered yellow filly known as Apple Bloom. Scootaloo, though still blushing and returning her wings to her sides could not reciprocate anything in response other than a clichéd, nervous chuckle. Sweetie Belle wasn’t faring too well either. She was so close, but then they just HAD to get caught. A moment later after Apple Bloom had made her way to the other side of the treehouse, though staying a decent distance away, Sweetie Belle sighed and accepted the inevitable.

“SCOOTALOO wanted me to make her feel good again.” Sweetie cringed as her horn sprung to life, but quickly forgot about it and became satisfied when she watched the Pegasus, who was now on the floor, twist and turn in pure ecstasy. She chuckled a little when she noticed the tiny puddle of love fluids that had formed on the floor very near her soft, luscious love garden. Ignoring this, Apple Bloom continued.

“That don’t explain why ya’ll was all super close to each other,” Apple Bloom’s startled emotions faded away as new desire to tease took over, thus forming a small grin,

”Ah know exactly what Ah saw.” She trotted up to the space between her friends, picked Scootaloo up from the floor, and pulled them all together into a group hug. “So what do all of us FRIENDS want to do today to earn our cutie marks as FRIIIIIEEEENDS?” Scootaloo pulled herself out of the embrace and retorted.

“Why are you thinking about that now? We still have yet to discover the true potential of Sweetie’s power. Think of the possibilities! Hay, we may even get some sort of cutie mark in the process!” Apple Bloom tilted her head in concern.

“But didn’t ya’ll listen in class yesterday? We ain’t sposed to be using that power just wherever we want?” This retort only resulted in a repeated response from Scootaloo, the one that she, just not too long ago, was giving Sweetie Belle.

“Oh come on, Apple Bloom, liven up. Those stupid adults just want to ruin all the fun like they always do.” By this time, Scootaloo’s physical features had almost completely hidden her rapidly fading embarrassment.

“Yeah, lighten up,” agreed Sweetie.

“Hmmm, Ah don’t know, Applejack was mighty strict with me last night. All night, she just wouldn’t shut up about it, bringing it up after every five seconds… actually, on second thought, we SHOULD go have some fun with it,” chuckled Apple Bloom evilly.

“Your sister talked to you about it too? Did she give away any of the “oh-so-secret” details that we’re apparently “too-immature” to handle?”

“She probably wouldn’t even tell me if Equestria were gonna blow up to smithereens! All throughout her annoyances Ah asked her about it but she wouldn’t tell me anything other than “Don’t let your friend Sweetie use her spell on anypony else!” and “You have to respect others and keep them feelin’s to yourself.””

Sweetie Belle turned to her their feathered friend, who merely stared blankly at the other two, only somewhat understanding what they had to deal with. Although she and Rainbow Dash were “honorary sisters” she still tended to spend most of her time without her, mostly because she was so busy all the time.

“What about you? Did Ms. Cheerilee talk to your mom?” asked Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo’s heart sank at the mention of her mother. Although she loved her and always will, she didn’t like to talk about her with any pony, not even her best friends. She was always busy with her three different jobs, the two of them having a home with food to eat a result of her arduous labors. Regardless, knowing she could trust her friends, she forced herself to speak the truth.

“Yeah she did.”

“And?” returned Apple Bloom.

“Well, all that happened was Ms. Cheerilee came to our door and my mom had a little chat with her. I had to stay hidden so I could only make out a very small part of it, and it wasn’t anything new. After that she simply went back to sleep in her room again.”

“Oh…,” said Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle in unison. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Sweetie Belle spoke up.

“Oh my goodness, I know EXACTLY what we should do, guys! We can go around town finding victims for me to cast my spell on! It’ll be hilarious!”

“Now you’re talkin’! That’s just the Sweetie Belle I like to see,” beamed Scootaloo. Apple Bloom’s solemn expression disappeared as well.

“That’s an amazing idea Sweetie! Can ya’ll just imagine the looks on their faces?”

In unison, each filly imagined what sort of results their devilish plan could conjure up and they all exploded into a furious bout of laughter.

“Sounds like we have a nice long day of fun ahead of us, girls!” announced Apple Bloom in new found excitement. “Cutie Mark Crusader… uh… feel gooders, yay?”

The other two shared glances before shaking their heads in disapproval.

“Come on, we can do better than that. What was it that Ms. Cheerilee called it yesterday? It was like an official term for it or something,” said Scootaloo.

“I think it was… an organism or something like that. Come on, somepony help me remember,” said Sweetie Belle. The three fillies sat down on their haunches, each trying their best to recall the fading memory. So much had happened the previous day that a lot of events still hadn’t properly sank into their long-term memory banks yet. Finally, Scootaloo came up with the answer.

“I got it! It was called an ‘orgasm’, wasn’t it!” she screamed enthusiastically. This immediately made the memory return to the other two.

“Yes! That’s definitely it. Good job on remembering that… Scootaloo.” With a shine and a snap, Scootaloo was rewarded with yet another explosion of pleasure. It was almost as though she were being trained to be good at things with Sweetie Belle as her owner. As Scootaloo withered on the floor, Apple Bloom shyly made a suggestion to Sweetie Belle.

“Hey… Ah was just wonderin’ if maybe ya’ll could lend me a hoof…” Apple Bloom had now developed a small blush of her own and she faced her unicorn friend with a sheepish smile. Sighing, yet still happy to oblige her friend, Sweetie Belle granted her wish.

“Of course I can… Apple Bloom.” Shine and snap went her horn and the apple filly joined her Pegasus friend on the floor. By this time, Scootaloo had already finished but she was still waiting for control to return in her legs. She smiled as she watched Apple Bloom moan and groan through her orgasm. Suddenly, she remembered something.

“Oh man, I almost forgot. Apple Bloom, I know she’s the spell caster and all, but don’t you think she deserves some pleasure herself?” Apple Bloom’s final contraction had made its pass by the time she finished her sentence. Slowly, she turned over onto her soft belly and pushed herself up on her haunches. Her moist vagina pressed against the floor damping it with her amorous juices. The two satisfied fillies exchanged glances before simultaneously looking over at Sweetie who was now blushing at the suggestion.

“Sweetie, do you think your spell would work on yourself?” asked Apple Bloom.

“I… I’m not sure, I haven’t tried it.”

“Well, there ain’t a better time than now. Try it!” Apple Bloom smiled as she got up, walked over to her friend and placed a hoof on her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie prepared herself for the unknown to her sensation that was known as an “orgasm”. She didn’t quite understand why, but being the target of her own spell with such an effect seemed really embarrassing, despite knowing that she could trust her friends with something so personal. After one final glance into each of the other fillies eyes, which had the subconscious effect of reassurance on her, she cast her spell.

“Sweetie Belle,” she said firmly. A second passed, then five seconds, then ten, with no visible effects taking place.

“Well, there you have it. Nothing,” said Scootaloo, feeling deep sympathy for her friend who seemingly couldn’t experience the same pleasure as she and Apple Bloom did.

“Maybe I have to say it differently, because I’m the caster,” suggested Sweetie Belle. She began to reiterate her name again this time with different tones, speeds and accents, but despite her effort, she continuously failed to reach her own climax.

“Why isn’t it working!?” groaned Sweetie, obviously frustrated.

“Well it may just be a guess, but it’s probably cuz’ you’re the actual source of the spell,” remarked Apple Bloom. Finally giving up, Sweetie Belle sighed and slumped down onto the floor. A moment later, still with her dissatisfied expression, she rolled over onto her back, thus partially exposing her goods to her friends. Watching her friend’s naively immodest display, Scootaloo got an idea.

“Hey, remember how Ms. Cheerilee said that magic wasn’t the NORMAL way one would have an orgasm? I believe you’re actually supposed to rub yourself or something…” That last comment made Sweetie’s face turn bright red in embarrassment and she immediately got up onto her haunches with her tail in-between her legs to hide her shame.

“I… I don’t know. That sounds kinda embarrassing. Could I maybe get some privacy first or something?” asked Sweetie, her voice cracking from nervousness. Scootaloo mused over the suggestion for a moment before confidently shaking her head.

“No way! You got to see both of us in pleasure loads of times. This time it’s our turn!” she said. Apple Bloom nodded in agreement.

“It’s only fair Sweetie. Come on, we’re best friends…” she paused shooting suspicious looks at the others as she emphasized the word ‘friends’, “Ah’m sure we can trust one another enough.”

“Come on, just give it a try. It’ll be a learning experience for all of us, for when and if you end up losing your power,” egged on Scootaloo with an increasingly evil look on her face, now being able to get revenge.

“Yeah about that… yesterday Ms. Cheerilee had Twilight come talk to me about it and she’s currently searching for a solution at this very moment. When we finish with our pranks today, we can go see her!”

“That sounds good. But don’t think that it means you’ll get out of tryin’ to rub yourself. We ain’t goin anywhere until ya’ll have an orgasm!” Apple Bloom grinned even wider as she saw how many more shades of red she made her gain from her comment. Giving in, Sweetie sighed, walked over to the nearest wall of the treehouse and laid back against it.

“Fine. But don’t you dare make fun of me…” said Sweetie, taking a deep breath to calm herself, only to find to her dismay it wasn’t working very well. Her heart was speeding up again, along with the other typical signs of embarrassment such as over sweating and a powerful blush. It wasn’t until she realized her two friends now had a full view of her filly-hood that the full scale of the situation dawned upon her. Her friends nodded their heads at her request, but their smiles seemed to show other intentions.

‘Am I really doing this? I must be out of my mind…’ she thought to herself. That’s when she noticed Scootaloo. Even with the obviously over compromising situation she found herself in, she could still recognize the intense attractiveness in her. With the filly in question available as a visual-aid, Sweetie began to think up dirty thoughts, just as she had done two nights ago. Slowly her breathing quickened. She imagined a fantasy where Scootaloo’s face was just a bit closer, right in front of hers, with their lips interlocked in a wrestle of love. She imagined herself using her hooves to explore her strong, athletic body with her lover returning the favor. This is just what she needed to get started.

Slowly, whilst somewhat forgetting that her friends, including the very filly she was fantasizing about were in the room with her, she brought her right hoof down towards her watering love-hole. Closer and closer it got building the anticipation in the entire club house. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom both were blushing furiously as they soon forgot their sadistic intentions and instead displayed complete interest and arousal towards their friend who was ever so close to start rubbing herself in one of the most sensual ways they could imagine.

Finally, contact had been made. Sweetie flinched a tad as felt the coldness of her hoof come into contact the much warmer in contrast lips of her filly-hood. Slowly, she began to move her hoof up, down, and around. For a split second, a short burst of pleasure wrecked through Sweetie’s body, causing her to moan and tremble.

Unfortunately, it seemed her horn had other plans. Out of nowhere, it sparked up into a fierce red flash of light and it let out an ear shattering explosion that must’ve rung out towards the rest of Sweet Apple Acres for miles. As for Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, it most certainly knocked them out of their dazes and they quickly rushed over to the wall to help their friend. Sweetie obviously had taken a painful blow. It was probably the most painful thing she had ever experienced in her life. Although the pain only lasted as long as the explosive response, she still had the ever so gruesome memory of it, fresh in her mind and as the stress built up inside her, stress that spawned from frustration, the pain and the fact that she couldn’t get off, she lost herself into a wave a grief. To say she was crying would have been an understatement; she was bawling her eyes out like a foal. Through her tears, she could hear a worried Apple Bloom and Scootaloo begging her to respond to them, so that they would know “where it hurt” per say and if they needed to get help.

“Sweetie please, Ah need ya’ll to tell me if anything still hurts,” Apple Bloom begged, tears welling in her own eyes. Sweetie Belle merely shook her head. Sighing in relief, the two worried ponies pulled their crying friend into a loving embrace.

“I… I’m so sorry, Sweetie, I didn’t think something like that would happen. Please calm down, you’re okay, please… don’t cry…” said Scootaloo. Despite her efforts to stay strong for Sweetie Belle, she could no longer hold in her own tears, and a few small droplets escaped from her eyes and landed in Sweetie Belle’s soft fur.

Five minutes later, Sweetie Belle had finally calmed down and the three remained silent for another ten. Finally, Sweetie released herself from her caring friends’ grips and gets up.

“Well… that was a disaster. That explosion really hurt.”

“Do you think any pony heard it?” asked Scootaloo, to which the three perked up their ears a listened for a moment. Other than the basic ambience of nature, there were no other sounds. The three sighed together before Sweetie Belle perked up again.

“Hey, I think we have some pranks to pull. Let’s just forget this whole catastrophe ever happened.” The other two fillies nodded.

“Agreed. Anyway, who do you think we should prank first?” asked Apple Bloom. At that, the group of fillies started talking about the different aspects and the victims for their pranks. It was already noon, so they only had about 6 hours remaining in their day before they had to return home. Once decided, they all headed out the door with Apple Bloom at the rear, locking it behind her.

***

Rainbow Dash felt free. Although she was technically doing work, she could not help herself but squeal in delight as she flew at top speeds through the sky from cloud to cloud adjusting their positions. This proved to be quite the workout and she found her throat had gone almost completely dry. Flying over to the main shopping square of Ponyville, she searched around for a place where she could purchase a refreshing glass of lemonade. Eventually, she noticed there was a small lemonade stand set up right next to a family restaurant; it appeared to be run by two young ponies, a filly and colt that must’ve been the offspring of that restaurant’s owner. Smiling, she began to glide in their direction, and she pulled out a single Bit she intended to use for her purchase.

“Hey there! I couldn’t help but notice you two were selling some absolutely awesome looking lemonade?” Smiling in excitement, the filly quickly nodded her head.

“A cup will only cost you one Bit, miss,” she replied, trying her best to sound formal. Rainbow simply chuckled at this gesture and she handed over the money.

“Here you are kiddo. Spend it wisely.” The young filly graciously took her customers money and she stowed it away in a small jar that was hidden under the table. Meanwhile, the colt pulled out a decently sized plastic cup and picking up the lemonade pitcher in his mouth, he filled the cup all the way up to the top line. After setting it down, he slid the cup over to their customer.

“That looks delicious! Thank you so much!” said Rainbow. At that, as she could no longer withstand her thirst any longer, she swiftly picked up the cup and began to pour the icy, quenching liquid down her throat. Suddenly, mid swig, an unknown voice rang out throughout the air.

“Rainbow Dash!” This utterance of her name was then almost immediately followed by a moderately noisy pop and the startled Pegasus felt her body being consumed by a mysterious magical aurora. Being as fast as she was, by this time she had already finished half of her beverage. Unfortunately for her however, the spell’s effects acted faster and she felt her whole body ignite as spontaneous sexual reactions took place. Though she was a tough pony, she never really had much stamina when it came to sexual matters, so as the new orgasm thundered through her body from her now almost completely soaking wet mare-hood, she couldn’t help but collapse to the ground… along with her lemonade.

“Oh… man… why is this happening now? Ohhhhh…,” moaned Rainbow. The two children, in reaction merely stared at her wide eyed with their jaws dropping as far as possible. They hadn’t noticed the magical aurora that had formed around her a second ago, so they kept looking from their product, to Rainbow and back again wondering if maybe what was happening was their fault. Rainbow seemed to be having a hard time containing herself, resonating with periodic, loud moans and groans as each contraction rocked her athletic body, leaving her vaginal walls even more and more soaked. In response, all the ponies around her began to look in their direction and stare.

Meanwhile, though unnoticeable to the spasming Pegasus, there came the innocent serenade of three innocent, now chuckling young fillies from behind a distant shop wall, all of which trying their best to contain themselves from getting too loud, thus preventing unwanted attention. Finally having had seen enough, they began heading towards their next victim.

Fluttershy was just then out in her yard with a frown on her face. Though the exact words that were said were barely audible to the just then sneaking-up-in-the-shrubbery little pranksters, she appeared to be speaking to the birds that were perched on one of her trees.

“It’s… okay. I know you three can take care of her chick if you work together. Losing Macie was a tragic loss, but we have to move on,” said Fluttershy, resulting in the four of them to bow their heads in respect for the dead.

“Okay Sweetie, it’s show time!” whispered Scootaloo to Sweetie Belle.

“Fluttershy!” she squeaked! Once again, Sweetie’s horn sparked to life, a loud snapping noise rang out, and a red aurora completely surrounded the shy animal-whisperer.

In reaction, Fluttershy let out a startled yelp having just then been startled by the sudden, unexpected mention of her name, a feeling which only lasted a moment. Just as it happened with the many other’s who’d been targeted by Sweetie’s spell, this is precisely when her sudden climax began to kick in. Her expression quickly transformed from one of remorse for the death of one of her many forest friends to one of absolute ecstasy. Her legs buckled beneath her, causing her to fall to the ground. Her fragile body began to sweat profusely and her lungs heaved thus indicating a dire-need for more oxygen. Down between her legs, her own vaginal cavities contracted continuously, thus simultaneously spewing out a plentiful amount of her own mare juice. It leaked out her vaginal opening and ran down her leg before finally soaking into the grass below.

In reaction, the birds watched their pony friend shake and writher in her pleasure for the few moments it took to conclude in complete shock at her utter disrespect for their dead friend. Giving her a disgusted look, the three birds opened their wings, flapped them and flew away with no intentions of ever returning. Fluttershy quickly noticed this and forced herself up onto her hooves.

“Nooo, where are you going? Come back, this was all just a misunderstanding!” she squeaked to no avail.

Meanwhile, her secret audience members found themselves laughing at the situation, completely oblivious to the solemn nature of the situation. Having then noticed Fluttershy making her way back to her house, they snuck away to somewhere safer to discuss further victims. Finally finding a shady area with sufficient solitude, they engaged in their conversation.

“Man, this is really fun you guys. But I’ve been thinking. We’ve only really been targeting mares and fillies from here and there. I think we should find a good colt or stallion to prank, to change it up a little,” suggested Sweetie. Almost immediately, Apple Bloom’s eyes lit up as she then instantly knew who they should then prank.

“If ya’ll need a good stallion in need of a good joke, then mah big brother Big Mac would be the perfect candidate!” The other two fillies gasped and smiled at the awesomeness of their friend’s response.

“He sounds perfect. Let’s get to work right away,” said Scootaloo, rubbing her hooves together menacingly.

“Big Mac ought to be out in our barn right now, makin’ gold ol’ Apple Family Apple Sauce!” said Apple Bloom. At that, the three fillies made their way to their destination.

***

Back at the barn, Big Mac had just finished mashing yet another large bucket of freshly bucked Apples into a fine paste. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he began heading towards the next basket of apples that were sitting next to the wall, only to stop in surprise after hearing a strange noise. Pausing, he perked up his ears and began listening for it again carefully. A few seconds passed and… nothing. Finally letting his guard down, he shook off the idea as just having heard an unusual creak in the barn’s structure and he continued towards the basket. Finally just about a foot away, he bent down and prepared to lift the heavy basket with his powerful jaws.

“Big Mac!” came the high-pitched, excited squeal of an unknown filly. Startled, Big Mac dropped the basket with a loud thud and stood up straight. Before he could react however, he suddenly felt his body beginning to be exposed to magic that was unusually high in power.

Having entered in through a secret entrance, the three mischievous fillies watched Apple Bloom’s big brother from the above rafters. Not three seconds later from Sweetie’s utterance did the first sign of his orgasm make itself clear. All three of them chuckling simultaneously, they watched as Big Mac’s massive penis swiftly engorged itself with blood. Big Macs face contorted in shock at the suddenness of the event before contorting into pleasure as instinct took over, forcing himself to prepare for what was sure to come. He immediately dropped down onto his haunches before rolling over flat onto his back. Another second occurred before his massive member finally erupted with a long, thick strand of pearly white semen landing all over his thick, muscly stomach. Two pumps, six pumps, nine pumps later, the three peeping toms watched bright eyed in fascination as Big Mac’s genitals covered himself… and to his dismay, the bucket of produce in front in him with what seemed to be a gallon of boiling hot, fresh stallion love batter, all the while letting out deep, manly moans and groans.

Now that the show had ended, the three fillies escaped the same way they had come in and they ran off back towards the direction of the tree house, but stopping part way as they had made sure they were far away enough from any other ponies.

Together, as best friends, they all had massive smiles painted on their faces and they laughed hysterically. A few moments passed before they finally calmed down. Sweetie was the first to speak.

“Man, you guys. Today has been absolutely amazing! I wish it would never end… but look. The suns beginning to set…” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo turned their heads with their friend a smiled gently whilst reminiscing on their fun. After a moment of thought, the fillies exchanged glances and nodded. They knew what they had to do to finish off those spectacular few hours. Walking in the direction of the sun, they discovered an optimal viewing point, just at the top of a small hill. Silently, they all stared and watched as the celestial body slowly made its way towards the edge of all the land, just as it always did each and every day. Sweet Apple Acres was now beginning to glow a bright orange, along with the sky. Everything looked absolutely beautiful.

As if to compliment the moment, Sweetie Belle decided to release a simple tune from her voice box, not one containing any lyrics, but one that contained various la’s and other musical noises that were incoherent in a normal sentence; all of them formed together into a beautiful composition like a work of exquisite art. Then together as one, each Cutie Mark Crusader listened intently to each and every note, making sure to savor the supposed audible flavor.

Out of nowhere, Sweetie’s horn yet again sprung to life in response to the new stimulus. First, it glowed its usual green before quickly fading into the typical red. This is where the effect began to differ from all the other times it had reacted: instead of forming a glow around the targeted pony, in this case, there being no specific one, a swift burst of red energy exploded from it, engulfing it’s owners friends in a kind of magical field that only lasted a split second after it had finally reached its final range. As before, this sudden burst of energy was accompanied by a somewhat loud pop or bang.

As though Sweetie were oblivious to its effects, Sweetie continued her little composition and after sensing something happening to her friends with her peripheral vision, she turned to her friends and retracted slightly in confusion at the sight, all the while continuing to sing.

Right there on the grass, both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were rolling around, moaning in what appeared to be extreme ecstasy.

“Awww yeah… don’t stop singing Sweetie Belle! Buck this is… mmm” moaned Scootaloo, her vaginal walls practically leaking their fluids out like a faucet, the surplus of which dripping down her inner thigh before soaking into the grass below.

“Oh buck… this is… oh Celestia… just don’t stop!” agreed a moaning Apple Bloom.

Naturally, Sweetie knew she couldn’t have a coherent conversation if she had kept this up. However, as it was her friends’ requests, she decided to finish her song as originally expected. Luckily, there was only about 30 seconds left, all of which left both of her friends in their pleasurable trance, rolling and jerking around in the grass.

Finally, Sweetie sang the final note to her tune and her horn ended its luminance thus returning to normal. Simultaneously, both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s final vaginal contractions had made their way through their bodies and then they laid still.

Sweetie dropped her body even lower, moving from a sitting position into a laying-on-her-belly one. She waited patiently as her satisfied friends recovered. One glance at their private parts revealed that they were each completely drenched in their natural love juice, the grass below proving to show a similar display. Sweetie chuckled a little at this. Finally, Scootaloo was the first to speak.

“Just what in Equestria was that? Out of all the orgasms you gave me that had to have been the most amazing one!”

“’The most amazing’ being an understatement in my opinion,” remarked Apple Bloom, giving a sheepish smile.

“Well, I guess my singing triggers a kind of pleasure field effect, one that causes orgasms to last until I stop,” hypothesized Sweetie Belle.

“Does this mean that we went all day pranking other ponies one by one, only now figuring out that we could take down an entire area?! Man, that’s just unfair!” muttered Scootaloo.

“Don’t worry ya’ll. Ah’m sure there’s still plenty of time left for us to get in one final master prank before we have to go home. Are ya’ll thinkin’ what Ah’m thinkin’?” asked Apple Bloom, a new devilish smile forming on her face. The other two nodded in support, just then sporting their own expressions of satisfaction just imagining the possibilities. After taking a moment to discuss the specifics, they began galloping at full speed back towards Ponyville Square.

***

At this point, the sun had finally made its way below the horizon, and Ponyville Square was blanketed in a deep shadow of darkness… which was then almost immediately reilluminated by the magical street lamps that lined the sides of the pathways and hung on the porches of random civilian houses. As it was just barely twilight, there was no need for the crowd to disperse, an event that was reserved for the deep night when everypony went to bed, so naturally the shopping area was still hustling and bustling with ponies young and old, big and small and of all races. This provided the absolute perfect opportunity for the now approaching pranksters to wreak their havoc on the unsuspecting Ponyvillians. Approaching the apparent epicenter of the hustle and bustle, each crusader prepared themselves for what would happen after Sweetie began singing. They would have to make their escape quickly if they wanted to get out of their before somepony recovered and discovered them fleeing the scene.

In order to prevent themselves from falling under the effects of the spell, both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo wore extra-strength, magical earmuffs that prevented any of Sweetie’s music from reaching their eardrums. They had gotten them from Scootaloo’s junk closet at her house where she kept all sorts of interesting and even useful knickknacks. They had even already tested it out before hand to make sure they would work, and of course they did. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie began singing the exact same song she had sung out on Sweet Apple Acres.

For the first few seconds, no-pony seemed to pay attention, but then her horn went through its brand-new variant of its usual routine thus resulting in yet another magical explosion, one that engulfed the hundreds of mares, stallions, fillies and colts that populated the area. One by one, they each reacted in their own special way as each of their bodies were wrecked with an extreme orgasm, a sensation that was a first for many, especially the younger ones. Five, ten, thirty seconds passed before Sweetie finally finished her tune. For a few seconds before they made their escape, they watched as absolute chaos ensued.

Most of the females had fallen to the ground and had splurged massive amounts of liquid pleasure all over the pathway. Most of the males had stood their ground, but were now breathing heavily and sweating profusely over the hundreds of streaks of steaming, fresh cum all over the path ways. As for the young fillies and colts most were, as expected, lying on the ground absolutely too stunned and amazed at what they just experienced to talk.

Smiling amongst themselves, the three pranksters dashed for their escape. They had planned to head straight to Princess Twilight’s Friendship Castle to converse with the Princess before the news could spread. They had decided there wouldn’t be enough time to wait it off beforehand.

Upon arriving at the entrance, Sweetie Belle rang the magical doorbell to the castle. Each of the crusaders’ hooves were shuffling in place, as they were quite eager to get out of public sight before they were possibly caught in their suspicious situation. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal the bright, young alicorn. She smiled and prepared to respond to the sight of the young fillies she knew so well, but found that they had already disappeared into the castle, each giving their own little greeting as they passed her side. Though a little confused at their sudden intrusion, she shrugged it off and followed them down the long hallways to the throne room.

Finally together, Twilight began the conversation.

“Well, it is nice to see you all. Especially you, Sweetie Belle.” Twilight smiled as she mentioned the filly in question. “So you’re probably wondering how my research has been going, am I right?” she asked the small unicorn.

Sweetie nodded with a smile still on her face as she continuously replayed the very recent and very comical events in her mind over and over again. Despite this, she tried her best to not blurt it out to the kind Princess.

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I still haven’t figured out much about it. It’s amazingly complicated, from a magical standpoint that is. I feel that maybe there’s some sort of information that’s missing, such as when you explained to me how you got into this mess in the first place. Would you mind retelling me, but this time in as much detail as possible?”

Forming a response in her mind, Sweetie began to burn up as she recalled every steamy detail from that night.

“Uh… yeah… about that,” she stammered nervously. Oblivious to her discomfort, the three other ponies watched as the unicorn rapidly shifted her view back and forth between the princess and Scootaloo. Finally making a decision, Sweetie walked up to the princess.

“Um… can I whisper it to you Twi… uh princess?” inquired Sweetie, shooting a glance at her friends whose faces now reflected their curiosity.

“Of course,” replied Twilight modestly, now lowering her heard so the filly’s muzzle could reach her ear.

Sweetie then began to tell her the tale of how she obtained the strange power from the beginning, though somewhat abridged, she made sure to include every detail she thought would be important, including the fact that she had been fantasizing about Scootaloo in such a manner. Finally finishing her tale, she requested that she keep this information private, especially from the Pegasus in question.

Bringing her head back up to neutral position, Twilight merely smiled towards the blushing filly in reaction.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. Your secret is safe with me.” The Princess then turned towards the other two.

“Although I can’t disclose the information she just shared with me on her request, I can say that I just had an epiphany. I don’t believe it. The answer is so simple; it’s just been hiding under our noses!” Now excited, Twilight walked over to a table at the side of the room returning to what appeared to be a stack of various books and several sheets of paper with her hoofwriting scrawled over them. Ignoring the others for a while, she began to take notes, a phase that lasted a full five minutes. After signing her name at the bottom of her most recent discovery, Twilight returned to the now all curious young fillies.

“Though I have gathered minimal magical evidence for it, I think the solution is for Sweetie to have her own orgasm! Though I’m still not precisely sure as to why her magic has been acting this way, I’d bet my flank it to be a natural development issue in her magical abilities that just so happened to latch onto her sexuality. Now Sweetie, have you tried casting your spell on yourself?”

Sweetie Belle nodded once in response.

“Yep, and absolutely nothing happened. I also tried the normal method of reaching an orgasm and… well let’s just say it hurt a lot when my horn got angry at me.”

Boggled at this new information, Twilight pondered for a moment.

“Maybe... there’s still another way…” Twilight’s mouth formed a smile as she imagined the embarrassed reaction she would obtain from what she was about to suggest.

“Huh?” Sweetie tilted her head slightly in confusion.

“Maybe… just maybe… if you let somepony else masturbate… or rub you down there… your horn will “get what it wants” per say and it will allow you to achieve orgasm.” Sadly, she didn’t get the reaction she so hoped for. The fillies still had the same confused looks on their faces… still not entirely sure they had heard her correctly or if they could understand what she was trying to say.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from down the hallway, followed by the constant echo of galloping hooves followed by the appearance of a distraught female unicorn who was heaving heavily after her long run.

“Sweetie Belle! There you are! You are in so much trouble young lady!” roared Rarity, rapidly approaching her sister.

Too afraid to speak, the three fillies remained silent.

“Do you know what Sweetie just did, Twilight? She somehow caused almost the WHOLE TOWN to have an orgasm at the same time! And what do you know? I was right there with them!”

Twilight, now visually surprised shifting her gaze from the one sister to the other in an accusing manner. Even without them saying it explicitly, Sweetie knew she had to try to explain herself. Instead, Apple Bloom spoke up for her.

“Well ya see what happened was, we came up with this idea to have some fun with Sweetie’s spell… despite ya’ll tellin’ us not to. We went around pullin’ pranks on many different ponies, hiding somewhere near em and having Sweetie call out their name at just the right moment. Then after, when we were watchin’ the sunset together, Sweetie started singing and that’s when we discovered that she could cause a whole town of ponies to orgasm at once.”

For a moment, no-pony spoke at this reaction. Finally, Rarity relaxed and sighed.

“Okay, I understand. You were all just trying to have some fun. But that still doesn’t change the fact that what you all have done was extremely inappropriate and not to mention disrespectful!” In their defense, Twilight spoke up.

“Oh come on, Rarity. Live a little,” Scootaloo perked up a little upon hearing an indirect reference to her phrases of that morning, “no-pony has ever died from a little pleasure. I’m sure there are some ponies out there who greatly appreciated the favor.” This earned another sigh from the older sister.

“Regardless of the effects of this “prank”, of which by the way I will be mentioning to Applejack and Sky Flyer very soon, you still disobeyed me when I told you not to use your power without the recipient’s permission, and for that you are grounded ALL day tomorrow, Sweetie Belle.”

Upon the mention of their guardians, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s faces contorted in fear and worry for their wellbeing. Sweetie Belle merely hung her head in shame, if only to get it all over with and avoiding making things worse. She still failed to understand the significance of the situation.

“Sweetie Belle, let’s go home and get some rest. I’m sure we’re both very tired from today’s events. Oh and Twilight, once I get these matters sorted out, I would like to have a chat with you.” Twilight nodded at her request, to which Rarity took as her cue to make her way to the exit of the castle with Sweetie Belle obediently following behind her. The sullen filly exchanged one last saddened glance with her friends before finally disappearing behind the wall of the room. There was silence for a moment before Twilight spoke up.

“I think you two really need to start heading towards your own homes now. It’s really getting quite late, and I’m sure your sister and mother are expecting you.”

Without saying a word, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom began making their own exit from the castle, first Scootaloo, then Apple Bloom with the trailing filly closing the big entrance door behind her.

Author's Notes:

Well, here it is, the first new chapter after this story's posting. Sorry for the wait, but considering its length, it should be worth it. If you find any bad mistakes, or catch Sweetie saying somepony's name without anything happening, please let me know so I can fix it. Thanks!

Chapter IV - The Unforgettable Night

It was a little past midnight that Sunday morning. When Sweetie got home that evening Sweetie was forced by her sister to eat all the things she hated for dinner such as broccoli and onions. If she chose not to eat them, she’d go to bed hungry, which considering how starving she was, was pretty much impossible. Oh how she hated those foul vegetables. She was almost tempted to say her sister’s name again for revenge against her, but after all the events of the day, she decided to refrain from ever doing it without the target’s permission again, or at least she would try to. Not to mention she’d probably only get herself grounded even longer for that.

After dinner, she was sent straight to bed, where for several hours she was unable to get to sleep, almost like that previous Thursday night. The events of the day where still flying around her young mind, and were buzzing and ringing as though existing exclusively to prevent her from falling into a slumber. After the nth time trying, Sweetie sighed, sat up a bit in bed and began staring up at the moon-illuminated ceiling.

She then continued what she had been doing before, scrolling through her mind for any sort of information that could help her get out of this mess. She remembered the events of the tree house and how she had cried with her friends after her failed attempt at pleasing herself. She remembered her almost kiss with Scootaloo, the thought of which made her blush a little. She remembered being at Apple Bloom’s family’s barn, watching how Big Mac’s genitalia grew in size before spurting out seemingly gallons of some strange, creamy white liquid (she made a mental note to eventually go and figure out what that was), a memory to which, Sweetie giggled to herself for a brief moment.

A few more moments passed when suddenly, an unknown, small object tapped against her bedroom window. Startled, Sweetie jumped out of her thoughts and turned to observe, staring blankly out into the night. She waited a few seconds and thought over what exactly just happened. Finally, she ended up shrugging it off as it being just a stupid bird or something. She turned her gaze back to the ceiling, and almost immediately, another noise came from her window. Maybe one time could be passed off as a coincidence, but twice? Groaning, Sweetie picked up her slightly sleep-deprived body and slowly trotted over to the window. Yawning, she used her hoof to push open the window, thus letting the cool breeze of the night enter her room. Finally, she pushed her head out the window and looked down. She made a slight gasp as she realized who was standing there, just beneath her 2nd floor window on the grass outside.

“Heh, heh… h-hey there Sweetie Belle! Can you let me in? I want to talk to you about something…” stuttered Scootaloo, putting a fore hoof behind her head. Sweetie, merely blinked tiredly at her friend. After finally computing what she said, Sweetie responded with a yawn.

“I suppose, but you really shouldn’t be wandering around town at night. Who knows what’s lurking out there in the dark.”

“Yeah, I know, but this is really important,” said a now smiling Scootaloo, as she felt relieved her request had been accepted.

“Fine, fine. Just meet me at the front door,” replied Sweetie.

“Got it!” At that, Scootaloo made her way around the building to the front door. At the same time, Sweetie closed her window and made her way to her bedroom door. Before she could open it, it hit her. She realized exactly what pony she was meeting with… privately… in her OWN ROOM. Sweetie stopped in her tracks, her fatigue faded away as nervousness took control. She also realized that she was going to be sneaking her friend in… which would be very bad if Rarity found out, as she wasn’t allowed to be with friends while grounded. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie slowly and carefully opened her door, trying her hardest not to let it make even the smallest squeak. Finally through the door, she slowly tip-hoofed her way down the hall, down the stairs and to the front door.

Upon opening it, Sweetie found Scootaloo standing right at the door step as promised with a huge smile on her face, along with a slight blush. Without asking for permission, Scootaloo pushed her way past Sweetie and trotted over to the base of the stairs, where she stopped and turned to look at Sweetie.

“Aren’t you coming?” she whispered across the length of the room. Sweetie shook her head and regained control of herself.

“Oh uh… yeah. But you gotta be quiet! If Rarity finds out you’re here at night while I’m grounded I’m…”

“… in big trouble, yeah I get that. Just hurry!”

Carefully closing and locking the front door, Sweetie hurried as silently as she could to meet with her friend. Finally regrouping, the two climbed the stairs, snuck through the hallway and entered Sweetie’s room. Finally closing the door behind her, Sweetie let out a sigh of relief.

“Remember, the walls aren’t sound-proof, so you have to be quiet in here too,” Sweetie told Scootaloo in a hushed voice.

“I know that, stop being so paranoid,” retorted Scootaloo.

Rolling her eyes, Sweetie joined Scootaloo who was then sitting on the edge of her bed. For a few moments, absolutely nothing happened. The two fillies merely sat there, shifting their gazes from the bright lunar display just outside Sweetie’s window, to the other and back. As the seconds wore on, Sweetie found her heart to be beating faster and faster, and her cheeks got warmer and warmer. Finally, after finishing a gaze of the moon, the two fillies found themselves staring deeply into each other’s eyes. At this realization, Sweetie made a quiet, squeaky gasp as she then subconsciously held her breath.

The sight before her was absolutely breathtaking, hence the fact she wasn’t breathing in the first place. Scootaloo, her supposed friend, that small orange Pegasus who could not fly, was sitting directly in front of her, and they were completely and utterly alone, and were sure to remain that way so long as they stay quiet. But that wasn’t precisely what made her hold her breath; it was actually the powerful details in that gorgeous filly before her that was the culprit. The moonlight shone through the window at the perfect angle, and each ray rebounded off the surface of Scootaloo’s deep, luscious, purple eyes in a way that allowed for them to be highlighted in a virtually perfect manner. Her typical messy mane and tail were also benefited in the same way. That fact coupled with the reality that was Scootaloo’s somewhat tomboyish and exciting personality, made her appear as a gem before Sweetie’s eyes.

Suddenly, Sweetie’s face began to slightly change to a shade of purple, which is when she realized she had been holding her breath. Discretely, she opened her mouth and let out her breath, thus letting her face return to normal. Scootaloo noticed this a little and chuckled to herself at her friend’s goofiness. Finally, she broke the silence.

“So… as I s-said before… there’s something I need to talk to you about,” stuttered the now increasingly blushing Pegasus, as she turned her head away from Sweetie to look at the floor beneath her hooves.

“Wha… what is it?” replied Sweetie, voice as shaky as Scootaloo’s.

“Well, I couldn’t get to sleep tonight because I couldn’t stop thinking…”

“Thinking? Thinking about what? The pranks we pulled yesterday?” Sweetie wasn’t about to get her hopes up just yet.

Scootaloo merely shook her head and continued to stare at the floor. A few awkward moments passed as Sweetie stared at Scootaloo’s face that continued to stare at the carpet.

“It’s okay to tell me Scoo… uh yeah, you can tell me anything…” stuttered Sweetie, nervousness growing as she caught herself before saying her name.

A few more moments passed before Scootaloo broke out of her statue like state, turned her head slowly to Sweetie and made an audible gulp.

“I… I was just thinking about what Princess Twilight said yesterday… right before… R-Rarity came in…”

Sweetie pondered for a moment before being taken aback in surprise as her memory came back to her. At the time, she didn’t have much time to think about the Princess’s suggestion before her sister stormed in the castle, but given the situation she couldn’t help but give her own nervous gulp. She remembered what she had said alright.

For a few more moments, the two excited fillies stared at each other, peering deep into each other’s eyes in hope of somehow being able to read the other’s mind. This was also the moment where Scootaloo’s wings began to slowly creep open to their full size as though they had a mind of their own. Neither filly took much notice of this however. Finally, Sweetie spoke up with an intense amount of nervousness evident in her voice.

“Do you… do you mean…” But before Sweetie could finish any sort of coherent sentence, Scootaloo began nodding her head.

“Her suggestion was that maybe it would work if there was somepony else who could… who could… t-t-touch your… ahem… filly hood,” Scootaloo cringed as though she had been fighting her body to say those final words, and she only managed to get them out as a tiny whisper. By now, her face was evidently bright red, much redder than it had ever been in fact. At the same time, Sweetie immediately picked up on what her friend was implying and her cheeks shaded to match with the Pegasus’s. Once again, the room was doused in silence as the two fillies contemplated what had been said as they stared into each other’s eyes. Finally, Sweetie overpowered her body and croaked out the confirmation question.

“Are you saying that… you want to… um… you know,” without realizing it, Sweetie finally broke their gaze and turned her own head towards the floor past her evidently shaking rear-legs. Sweetie couldn’t believe this was actually happening in reality. It all seemed too good to be true, and it had previously only felt to be a pipe-dream. Perhaps it was just a dream. Maybe she did actually fall asleep. Stereotypically, Sweetie Belle attempted to inflict pain on herself by smacking her hoof into her leg (she couldn’t pinch as she doesn’t have fingers) and as expected, a small burst of pain shot through her body. That pretty much confirmed that what was happening was indeed very real. Slowly, she turned her gaze back towards the Pegasus, who hadn’t really changed since she last looked at her.

“Y…yeah. I think it’s w-worth a try,” stammered Scootaloo. At that, the then brave Pegasus turned her gaze towards the space between them and grabbed Sweetie’s hoof with her own. The two then returned their gaze towards the still moon-lit window and minutes passed as Sweetie considered the request. Finally she realized that it would be absolutely crazy of her to pass this opportunity up. Finally, she made her decision, and she turned her head back to Scootaloo.

“Um… it’s okay. We can try it,” squeaked Sweetie Belle, almost too quiet for Scootaloo to hear.

“What was that?” asked Scootaloo, not sure if she had heard her right. Clearing her throat, Sweetie reiterated her previous comment.

“I said… it’s okay. We can give it a go… I mean… what’s the harm?” In response, Scootaloo’s face lit up in a smile.

“R-really?” almost immediately, Scootaloo caught-herself being over-enthusiastic and forced herself to return to being the figurative mouse she was just a moment before. Finally, Sweetie smiled back and nodded.

“Yeah… but only under one condition.” Sweetie had made up her mind. If she was going to do this, she had to make sure she was going to get the most out of it.

“Hmm? Under what condition?” Scootaloo tilted her head slightly in confusion, but despite that her rosy cheeks continued to tinge her skin.

That’s precisely when the shaking Sweetie Belle made her move. After taking a quick deep breath, Sweetie closed her eyes and quickly moved her face forward towards the adorable Pegasus. In response, Scootaloo let out a quick gasp, but that’s all she had time for as Sweetie’s now puckered lips made their way closer and closer to her own.

Finally, the short lived anticipation came to an end as both pairs of young filly lips came into contact with each other, making a subtle skin-on-skin smack with a hint of the suction kisses usually make. A moment later, after the stunned Scootaloo finally realized what was happening she closed her own eyes and began to make her own contributions towards the kiss. She pushed forward, pressing lips deeper into Sweetie Belle’s, not exactly sure what to do considering this was her first ever kiss. For a while, each filly continued the exploration of the other’s mouth, only separating briefly to get a refill on oxygen.

‘I…. I can’t believe I’m really doing this… this is amazing! Oh please, Celestia, don’t let this end!’ thought Sweetie in excitement, an emotion that was sustained by her small, heaving heart. A few minutes later, Scootaloo pulled her head back and ended the kiss. Sweetie Belle reciprocated the decision and finally each filly stayed very close to each other whilst opening their eyes for the first time in what seemed to be several absolutely wonderful years.

After once again, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment, Scootaloo spoke up.

“Sweetie Belle… does this mean…”

Sweetie smiled in response before giving a definite answer.

“Yes… I-I really, really, like you… er… love you.” At that, Sweetie’s cheeks relit themselves and her heart began to bang against the inside of her chest as though begging to be released.

Scootaloo, though nervous herself smiled and didn’t say word. Instead, she took Sweetie’s hoof and guided her into the middle of her bed where she could lay down against her pillows. Finally situated, Scootaloo took control and crawled over her so she could once again press her lips against the small unicorn filly’s.

Slowly, but surely, Scootaloo daringly began to move her way down her newfound lover’s body, moving from the lips to the neck, down to her chest and down to her cute little belly button. Before continuing, she briefly looked back up at her lover’s adorable, cherub face.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” asked Scootaloo, voice obviously shaking in nervousness and excitement. Sweetie failed to get her voice box to work, but she was able to maneuver her neck muscles into producing a subtle, yet definite nod.

“Ok… here goes nothing…” whispered Scootaloo. Scootaloo then resumed her kissing spree and made her way just below Sweetie’s navel. A few more kisses here and there and she finally made it to Sweetie’s already moistening filly hood. Scootaloo took a short whiff of it and took her time enjoying its sweet, intoxicating aroma. Not wanting to go too far too quickly, Scootaloo brought a hoof up to it and silently preparing herself, she made full contact with the marshmallow pony’s love hole.

“Nnnggg…,” gasped Sweetie jumping slightly in surprise at how intense the simple sensation was. Swiftly, she brought a hoof up to her mouth and gently bit down onto it in an effort to keep herself as silent as possible.

Experimentally, Scootaloo began to run her hoof in circles, at first starting slowly, but making sure to periodically increase her velocity. For the first minute or so, Sweetie stayed silent, but then she began to whisper out what seemed to be a moan of pleasure, a rather high-pitched, girly one at that.

Scootaloo then paused the circling for a moment to gently spread Sweetie’s legs out a bit more in an effort to get a better view of her filly hood. She then carefully used both hooves to spread each lip apart so she could get a better view of the inside. Finally, as though acting on instinct she brought her mouth closer to the soaking wet love garden and used her tongue to lick from the bottom of the slit all the way up to her little nub, all the while making sure to savor every last drop of flavor she could gather from Sweetie’s love juice. This earned another satisfying reaction from the receiving filly.

“Ohhhh… ungggg…., that felt so good. Please keep going,” uttered Sweetie Belle through her sexual trance. Scootaloo was more than happy to oblige as she continued her loving escapade by making several consecutive licks, each more vigorous and intense than the last. Sweetie could only moan and shudder in pleasure in response.

‘I am in heaven!’ thought Sweetie, barely even having control over her thoughts in her newly found euphoria, ‘I never want this night to end! Oh Celestia this is amazing!’ she practically screamed in her thoughts, but managed to refrain from doing so in real life in fear of awaking her sister. Suddenly, an idea came to her.

“H…hey… hold on a moment,” she struggled out of her lips to her lover.

“Yeah?” replied Scootaloo, lifting her head up to meet Sweetie Belle’s eyes.

“This feels really good and all, but I really like making you feel good too, so I thought maybe we could try something.” Scootaloo, as usual, turned her head slightly as curiosity took over. “Before we do it though, I want to see yours.”

“Uh… okay if that’s what you… w-want,” stuttered Scootaloo in response. Hurriedly, the fillies changed positions and Sweetie wasted no time in getting to know Scootaloo’s own sopping wet genitals.

Without a second thought, Sweetie jammed her nose and tongue deep into her lover’s somewhat sweaty yet still endearing musk. She made sure to swirl it inside and out of her vagina and of course plenty of attention was dedicated towards her swollen clitoris. This earned a sincere and somewhat embarrassing-to-her squeal from the horny, receiving filly.

Seconds turned into minutes as Sweetie Belle thoroughly licked her lover clean, making absolutely sure every inch of the pleasure garden was cleaned thoroughly with her tongue. Consequentially, Sweetie’s muzzle began to dampen from pressing it so close to Scootaloo’s fluids, but of course, she didn’t mind in the slightest. Finally, after triple checking to make sure Scootaloo’s pussy was completely covered in her saliva, Sweetie sat up and stared her lover in the eyes, which were barely open as though to only check why the wonderful sensations had stopped.

“Are you ready for the best part?” growled Sweetie Belle devilishly. Scootaloo could only nod in response, taking in the wonderful sight before her with Sweetie Belle covered in her juices.

Filled with anticipation, Sweetie Belle pulled her body over her lovers so that their faces were vertically aligned as well as their sopping wet filly hoods. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie closed her eyes and she brought her entire body down onto her lover, allowing Scootaloo to have a taste of her own juices as well as the now familiar taste of her lover’s saliva as they began a passionate French kiss. Each filly made sure to open their mouth as wide as possible so that their tongues could intertwine, one making sure the other could savor the powerful liquid it contained.

Simultaneously, Sweetie Belle’s flank lowered thus allowing her love garden to smoosh against her lovers; this act earned them a satisfying squishing noise as their love juices and saliva combined on their skin.

A moment later, Sweetie Belle began putting the final part of her plan into action as she then began to skillfully and precisely rock her hips back and forth thus creating friction on both of their filly hoods. This ended up creating even more sensual squishing noises between their legs.

“Mmmmmmhhh uhhhh Swmty Blle,” moaned Scootaloo through her partner’s lips, to which Sweetie made her own pleasure filled groan in response, though it contained no recognizable words.

Faster and faster she went, each loop earning a more satisfying groan from her lover. Finally Scootaloo couldn’t take it anymore. She used her front hooves to gently remove her lover from her lips so she could speak.

“I… I can’t hold out much longer, Sweetie B-Belle. I’m gonna orgasm!” As her face began to contort in pleasure as the ever so familiar sensation wrecked her body, Sweetie made sure to keep her focus on her lover’s eyes. Finally, Scootaloo went over the edge and she let out a deep gasp, which was followed by a powerful chorus of passion as the air escaped from her lungs. Uncontrollably, Scootaloo’s entire body shuddered, twisted and turned underneath her partner, but despite this, Sweetie Belle failed to cease her sensual hip thrusting. It was so much for Scootaloo that she even let out a cute whimper, which made Sweetie smile warmly.

“Does that feel good, Scootaloo? It feels good for me too, Scootaloo. Scootaloo, I love you so much,” moaned Sweetie, still continuing to rub against her lover. By now, their lower regions were drenched in each other’s love juices, and there was very little friction left, yet it still felt amazing to both of them. At the mention of her name, which coincidentally was at the end of her orgasm, Scootaloo gasped as Sweetie’s horn sprung to life in a brilliant red luminance making a mild burst of noise each time her name was iterated. Simultaneously, her body was wrapped in a continuous glow of magic and once again she entered an orgasm, but this time it was a bit different. As her name was said many times close together, it sort of felt like she was having multiple orgasms at once. Deciding to think over it later with a clearer mind, she let the continuous orgasms run through her body.

“Ohhhhhh Celestia, that’s… oh…,” moaned Scootaloo as a reward for her lover. All the while, Sweetie Belle continued thrusting her hips.

“Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo, Scootaloo…” chanted Sweetie with a soft erotic voice. Ignoring the small taps of pain from her spellcasting, she watched as her lover shook and moaned under her power. She loved every second she spent watching her quiver in the pleasure that she caused.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo’s mind was filled with a fog as thick as pea soup. She simply could not get her mind to think straight. There must’ve been at least 10 orgasms happening to her at once, or at least that’s what it felt like. She found it was getting a tad difficult to even breathe, but despite that, she didn’t care. All she cared about was savoring every last juicy lightning bolt of pleasure that ran wild through her nerves, brain and spine, all the while uncontrollably withering under her lover’s hot, sweaty, secretion-soaked body. Finally, it became too much and she began to let out a scream, and tears began to well up in her eyes. But these weren’t tears of sadness; these were tears that were created by reaching a level ecstasy that was previously thought of as impossible.

In an effort to prevent her from being too loud, Sweetie stopped the chanting of her name and once again pressed her lips against Scootaloo’s. It worked. Her screams were now muffled by Sweetie’s throat. Because of this, only a few more moments passed before the now exhausted Scootaloo laid still, except for her lungs that were heaving heavily and her lips which continued to return the kiss.

Finally, through her thrusting, Sweetie felt it again. The same feeling she had only begun to experience in the past few days. She knew she had to make it this time. Her body was begging for it, aching for it ever since its existence was discovered by her.

Finally, as though it were some kind of miracle, the approaching feeling finally reached Sweetie in full force and she let out a powerful moan into Scootaloo’s throat as her body exploded into her first full orgasm and with her dream filly no less.

“Ohhhhhmmmmph…!”

Suddenly, as her orgasm continued its way through her body, her horn sprung to life, but this time instead of changing to red from green, it changed to orange. Other than that though, she was fine and she experienced the last of her vaginal contractions without a single ounce of pain. The light however, was bright enough to make Scootaloo open her eyes. The realization of what was happening made her twitch in worry and she made a visual analysis of her lover. Luckily, her face appeared to still be contorted in pleasure and was in fact still finishing up her climax.

That was it. The last contraction had come and gone, her pussy had leaked out every last bit of love juice it could muster for the time being and her muscles relaxed back to normal. With a sudden exhaustion taking over her body, Sweetie Belle rolled over from her lover to her side and laid on her back.

Both fillies were still heaving and left speechless from the amazing sensations they had the incredible opportunity to experience together. Eventually, Sweetie Belle got the power to turn her head towards Scootaloo. She smiled as she watched her relaxed, completely satisfied face with her mouth slightly open allowing for air to enter and leave her body.

“I… I had an orgasm... It was incredible,” mumbled Sweetie, too tired to speak correctly. Scootaloo continued to stare at the ceiling whilst continuing the conversation.

“That… was… bucking awesome…” she panted, “when you kept saying my name, it felt like I was having multiple orgasms at once. It sorta felt like I was going to die from absolute happiness.”

Upon finishing that sentence, Scootaloo turned her head towards the now satisfied unicorn. However, as soon as her pupils made contact with her, Sweetie’s horn once again sprung to life, this time turning a bright orange. Scootaloo grunted a bit from the new orgasm that then hit her body; it was as though she had run out of moans for the time being, so this orgasm came on as more annoying than anything. In addition to that, Sweetie discovered that she was now experiencing a severe headache.

“Owww, owww! Why is this happening? It hurts! Make it stop!” she groaned in pain. At that Sweetie closed her eyes and turned her head away from Scootaloo, which resulted in her horn ceasing its effects. Confused as to what just happened, she looked back towards Scootaloo for an answer… only to be “rewarded” with another burst of pain from her horn, and a grunt from Scootaloo. This time it was Scootaloo who moved, attempting to fight the shockwaves so she could leave the bed. A few seconds passed before Scootaloo recovered once again. A few moments passed before Scootaloo spoke.

“I… I think your horn reacts when we look at each other.”

“I’m thinking the same thing. Great. I finally have an orgasm and now my curse has just gotten worse, and it had to happen right when we were all exhausted too,” growled Sweetie Belle, annoyed with the change of events. A few moments passed in silence before Scootaloo responded still trying to avoid looking at Sweetie Belle in fear she might be doing the same.

“Look… we’re obviously too tired to do anything about it now. I’m going to stay and sleep here with you. Let’s just be careful not to look at each other. After we get a good night’s rest we can head straight to Twilight’s in the morning.”

“Won’t your mom get worried when she finds you missing in the morning?” asked Sweetie Belle with a yawn. Scootaloo merely dropped her head upon hearing about her mother. Sighing, she answered Sweetie truthfully.

“Oh, no. I’m sure she’ll just leave the house to her first shift of the day without checking in on me, like she always does.” Sweetie made no comment towards this explanation. “So anyway, I think we really need to get some shut eye,” she finished. Ignoring the stickiness of herself and the sheets, she climbed back in next to her lover. Sweetie still didn’t respond, and she continued to stare off into the darkness that was her room. Scootaloo quietly called out to her.

“Sweetie Belle?”

Silence once more.

“Are you okay?” At that, Sweetie let out a sniffle, and Scootaloo then immediately knew what she was doing.

“Oh… Sweetie please don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“I just don’t want to keep experiencing all this pain anymore,” Sweetie whispered through her sobs. In response Scootaloo gave a sigh, sat up, wrapped her hooves around her lover and pulled her under the covers with her, all the while making sure to keep her gaze elsewhere.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way to cure you. After all, how often does Princess Twilight let us down?”

“I… *sniff* can’t really remember any times… She is quite amazing,” Sweetie returned, now beginning to calm down.

“And hey, it seems we can still cuddle with each other as long as we keep our eyes closed,” cooed Scootaloo, doing the action in question. Sweetie followed her example and she let herself be pulled into Scootaloo’s warm, loving hooves from behind.

“Hey… I just remembered. What if Rarity sees us like this?” questioned Sweetie Belle.

“Don’t worry. I always naturally wake up earlier than every pony else. I’ll make sure we have time to get cleaned up so she doesn’t have to see our mess. Then when she does wake up, we can work together to sort things out with her.”

Sweetie Belle let out a muffled “mmhmmm” in response before her breathing slowed into a calm serenade of peace. She must have really been tired, falling asleep so quickly. Smiling, Scootaloo followed suit, and she herself fell into a deep sleep of bliss.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the long wait. I had lots of things come up in my life that prevented me from writing, including lack of inspiration. Anyway, I feel this is an adequate return. Hope you enjoyed reading it... if you know what I mean.

Chapter V - Complications

*Chirp chirp* went the bird that was perched right outside Sweetie Belle’s window. It was morning once again, and the sun was already well over the horizon, casting a beautiful, relaxing, yellow glow over Ponyville, and inevitably, through Sweetie’s window and onto the two peacefully sleeping fillies in her bed. Whatever visible love juices that were previously prominent in the sheets had already dried up, but the smell of sex was still quite strong.

During the night, the two fillies had automatically ended their embrace, thus allowing them to toss and turn into whatever they subconsciously felt comfortable, which coincidentally oriented Scootaloo on her stomach with her head turned away from Sweetie Belle, and Sweetie Belle on her side away from Scootaloo, thus protecting them from the inevitable consequences, should they open their eyes.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and that’s exactly what happened five minutes till nine.

“Sweetie Belle, it’s time for breakfast,” called Rarity, who was then standing just behind Sweetie’s bedroom door. She waited for a moment and received no answer. So she knocked three times on the door and announced her entry.

“I’m coming in, Sweetie Belle.” At that, the fashion mare used her magic to turn the handle to the door and pushed it open.

“Sweetie, I’m sure you won’t want to miss breakfast. I made panc…,” she started, but as soon as her eyes laid upon the contrasting, orange, Pegasus and her sister in the same bed, along with the still strong, very obvious musk in the air, she couldn’t help but jump to conclusions. However, she decided to force her suspicions aside to allow them a chance to explain themselves.

“S…Scootaloo? Sweetie Belle? What are you two DOING?”

It was this sentence that effectively awoke Scootaloo. Groggily, she turned herself over onto her back and rubbed her eyes. A few moments later, she finally realized the situation she had found herself in, and her eyes snapped wide open to full attention. Cautiously, she turned to face the confused unicorn and gulped loudly.

“Oh… hello R-Rarity. Eh he he he…” stuttered Scootaloo, now looking to the side and putting a hoof behind her head. Her cheeks were starting to burn up in extreme embarrassment. Finally noticing that the unicorn next to her was somehow still asleep, she gave a gentle nudge on her shoulder, thus earning her reanimation.

“Sweetie Belle, we slept in too late,” whispered the Pegasus to the unicorn who had just then managed to sit up, though still with her eyes closed.

“Huh? Wha… What time is it?” she groaned with a yawn. After a quick rub of her still closed eyes with a hoof, she finally managed to open them… only to find herself staring directly at her sister who was standing in the doorway doing the same. Sweetie only had time to let out a gasp as her horn burst to life starting in green but quickly fading to orange. Just as it had done that previous night, she quickly developed a killer headache. She watched as Rarity collapsed on the floor in front of her moaning in pleasure and unable to mutter a single word before she realized that she had to look away. A few seconds later, her horn relaxed back into its natural state and her head ache faded, thus once more revealing her fatigue, though she was much more alert this time.

There was silence for a moment, but it wasn’t in anyway a calm kind of silence as the tension in the air was quite strong. Sweetie Belle kept her gaze towards her legs that were hidden under the covers. Rarity was still on the floor, still trying to comprehend what exactly just happened as her mind hadn’t cleared yet. Scootaloo kept a worried look on her face that shifted from Sweetie Belle to her sister and back. Finally, as Rarity regained control of herself and began trying to stand, Scootaloo spoke up.

“Eh he he, yeah… It seems Sweetie Belle’s… ‘condition’ has gotten worse.”

“I noticed,” groaned Rarity after taking several deep breaths to keep from overreacting and running off in embarrassment. Now wasn’t the time to abandon her sister.

“We really should get her to Twilight’s ASAP… er… do you even know what caused it to happen that time? It’s almost as though it happened when she merely looked at me.”

“That’s what we figured. When she and another pony look at each other, she causes the other to orgasm, but for some reason she herself experiences some pain,” replied Scootaloo.

“Well then we’ll have to keep her from looking at others while we get to Twilight’s,” Rarity muttered before giving a disgruntled frown. “Say… what ARE you even doing here, Scootaloo? You do realize that Sweetie Belle is grounded and that she isn’t allowed to hang out with her friends, much less have a sleep over with them!” At this, Scootaloo blushed, turned to look out the window and began fiddling her front hooves together.

“I… uh…”

“She was worried about me and wanted to keep me company,” said Sweetie Belle, finally speaking up but keeping her gaze in the same place.

“I see… well we better get moving then. I’m sure I can find an old piece of cloth we could use to blindfold you, Sweetie.” At that, the two fillies got out of Sweetie’s bed, stretched and shook their legs awake before following the adult down the stairs. Sweetie made sure to only look at the floor wherever she was walking. Rarity made her way briefly into her sewing room and returned a few seconds later with a long strip of purple cloth.

“Here you are, dear, I’m sure the purple will match your mane perfectly.” Rarity used her magic to tie the blindfold around her sister. After some final preparations, the three ponies made their way out of the boutique, with Rarity making sure to lock the door behind them.

“Good thinking with the blindfold, Rarity. Knowing Sweetie, she’d probably accidently look at somepony within the first five minutes of being out here. There sure are a lot of ponies,” said Scootaloo.

“Hey!” retorted Sweetie Belle, “I’m not THAT forgetful, especially when I know how painful it can be…” By the end of her sentence, Sweetie’s voice dropped down to a whisper in reflection of all the relevant memories flying through her head.

“Yeah, well we can never be too careful now can we?” said Rarity confidently.

It was an absolutely beautiful morning. The sky was a bright blue without a single cloud to be found anywhere. The sun was already way over the horizon warming up the ground and its inhabitants below, providing a comfortable spring-like temperature. As it was the morning rush where many of the village’s inhabitants rushed to get to work, the path the three ponies took was sufficiently crowded. On multiple occasions Sweetie Belle almost ran into several ponies, which luckily were quickly prevented by one or both of the other two. Finally, they made it to the front door of the castle and Rarity rang the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal the lavender alicorn who, upon recognition of her guests, gave a bright, pleasant smile.

“Oh hello, Rarity, Scootaloo… Sweetie Belle?” Twilight’s face contorted with confusion as she looked at the blindfolded filly.

“Sorry to bother you so early in the day Twilight, but Sweetie’s condition seems to have gotten worse. We need you to look her over again,” explained Rarity, earning a concerned expression from the Princess.

“It’s no problem at all, Rarity. Come on in.” At the invitation, Rarity and Scootaloo assisted Sweetie Belle through the castle while following Twilight to the throne room. Upon entering, the four ponies found Spike sitting in his throne drinking a cup of coffee and reading the local newspaper.

“Oh, hey there R-Rarity, Scootaloo… Sweetie Belle?” His reaction to Sweetie was very similar to Twilight’s. There was an awkward silence as the four ponies got themselves comfortable. Finally, he spoke up again.

“So… I’m guessing this is about that thing you won’t tell me about?” inquired the young dragon.

“Sure is… and that’s why you should be leaving now,” smiled Twilight to her assistant. Spike frowned in annoyance.

“I just don’t understand why I’m not allowed to help out,” muttered Spike as he quickly finished the last few sips from his mug and made his way out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Uh… yeah, anyway. So what’s going on now?” asked Twilight, starting the conversation. Sweetie Belle decided to speak up first.

“So it seems whenever I look at somepony and they’re looking back… it causes my horn to flash up on its own again. The effect on the other pony is the same, but it gives me a HUGE headache.”

“Ah, I see why you’re wearing a blindfold now,” Twilight smiled at this revelation. “Now tell me, when did this start happening and what were you doing?”

At this Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle took a step back and turned to look away in embarrassment. Rarity who was standing in between them looked back and forth from one to the other before realizing that her suspicions that morning had probably been correct. As the thought of it made her stomach bubble a little bit, she decided that it would be best if they told Twilight themselves. A few more seconds of silence passed.

“Uh… anypony? It’s kind of important to have this information if you want me to help you,” Twilight asked again. Finally Scootaloo spoke up.

“Um… well we thought about what you told us before Sweetie Belle had to leave er… I thought of it and decided to visit Sweetie around midnight last night and uh… well,” Scootaloo’s voice was audibly shaking and she seemed to refuse to look at the others. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle was biting her lip and holding her breath preparing to listen to their reactions. She had to admit, gauging other pony’s reactions was a lot harder when she couldn’t see their faces.

Suddenly realizing what Scootaloo was trying to say, Twilight found herself giggling like a school filly. “Ah yes, I think I know what you’re trying to say… though I’m going to need more details, specifically about anything unusual happening.”

“Uguh… Sweetie Belle it’s your turn,” said Scootaloo turning her head to the blindfolded unicorn. Quickly, Sweetie released her lip and let out a gasp of air before her body gave an involuntary jump as though she had been startled.

“Nggh, well I…,” she started before her elder sister interrupted.

“Really Twilight, is this even necessary?” Twilight put on a cheesy grin.

“Sure it is! How am I supposed to know how to fix it if I can’t figure out the cause? Besides, I’m having too much fun embarrassing them,” chortled Twilight. Rarity merely sighed in response.

“Yeah, don’t worry sis. I have to tell her,” said Sweetie turning her head in the direction she guessed her sister would be in. Finally, she took a deep breath and prepared the short, short version of what happened in her mind.

“Scootaloo and I kissed and rubbed each other and I had an orgasm, during which my horn started glowing orange and then after we discovered this happened,” she blurted out, almost too quickly for the others to understand. Suddenly, she realized her mistake, accidentally muttering the name of the Pegasus standing just a few feet away from her. But even after a few seconds, her horn didn’t seem to react at all.

“Did she say it? Is it over?” Scootaloo asked out loud, who was still closing her eyes and ramming her hooves into her ears. Rarity tapped her shoulder in an effort to inform her that it was indeed over.

“It’s over, dear,” said Rarity in a comforting voice.

“Oh good,” said Scootaloo, returning to a normal standing position.

“Wait, what am I missing? Why didn’t my horn react when I said her name?” inquired Sweetie Belle.

“He he, I was covering my ears,” responded Scootaloo.

“Oh.”

Finally, Twilight chimed in.

“Hee, hee. Well it looks like we made SOME progress of some sort.” In response, Rarity groaned and face-hoofed. Turning around, Twilight went over to her notes and began jotting things down. Every few lines, she would mutter some inaudible things to herself and sometimes put a hoof to her chin as she pondered the situation. The other three watched intently, awaiting a response. Finally, the princess’s eyes beamed open as her hypothesis had finished forming. She returned from her corner to confront her friends.

“Yes… I think I have a pretty good hypothesis on what is going on here, though keep in mind it’s only really a guess based on the information I’ve collected.”

Scootaloo and Rarity exchanged glances and Sweetie Belle didn’t do anything.

“It almost feels to me like what Sweetie has isn’t a defect after all!”

“It’s not?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Like I said, it’s mainly just an educated guess, but that’s what all the information points to. Instead, there seems to be some sort of magical parasite infecting your body. Unfortunately, this one is very good at hiding itself, otherwise I would have detected it long ago back at your school. I’ve actually had a suspicion of this even before this happened, you remember how I mentioned your horn ‘getting what it wants’ yesterday, right?”

“Yeah,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Wait what, at our school? What did I miss?” asked Scootaloo who was now curious.

“I recorded some magical data from Sweetie Belle after school last Friday,” Twilight explained in response.

“I see.”

“Speaking of which, I think we need to have another go at that, now that we know a lot more about what it’s capable of.”

“Wait, so then what happened to me last night, when my horn changed to orange?” asked Sweetie Belle. Twilight put another hoof to her chin and pondered for a moment.

“Maybe that meant it’s getting stronger? Being able to cause ponies to climax by stating their name, singing, and looking at them is probably just a side effect of some sort. Meanwhile, its main goal is to get you to have sex with other ponies to gain strength and once it gains enough strength…” Twilight bit her lip as this realization sunk in her mind, “well, anything could happen. It could do extreme harm to Sweetie Belle, or it could harm every pony around her or both.” A few minutes passed in silence as the four ponies pondered over what they had just heard.

“Anyway, that’s why we’re doing this now to help get you through it Sweetie Bell,” finished Twilight.

“Well, it all sounds pretty serious. But do you know what I think will really help? For some pony to explain what all this “sex” stuff is, in detail this time, because during this entire ordeal I’ve been just kinda winging it,” dead-panned Sweetie Belle.

“But you are… oh well I suppose things have gotten bad enough for that. But I’ll still refuse if Scootaloo’s here. I don’t want to do anything of the sort without Sky Flier’s permission,” replied Rarity.

“Well it will have to wait. Right now I need to gather more magical data. Now, which one of you wants to be Sweetie Belle’s ‘target’?” The purple alicorn shifted her gaze between Rarity and Scootaloo who were again exchanging glances with each other.

“How about you, Scootaloo? After all, you did do all sorts of kinky stuff with her last night, am I right?” Twilight smiled as Scootaloo blushed again though also appearing really annoyed this time. Sweetie Belle smiled sheepishly.

“Twilight, stop teasing the girls,” retorted Rarity.

“Despite that… I will do it… if it’s for Sweetie Belle,” said Scootaloo, forcing herself to regain confidence. Twilight returned to her polite chipper self.

“Then it’s settled. Let the tests begin,” she said clopping her hooves together. Rarity stood off to the side as Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Twilight took their positions. Scootaloo had to assist Sweetie a bit so she didn’t run into anything.

“Maybe I should take off the blindfold… we’d just have to be careful,” she said.

“You will need to eventually, but not yet,” said Twilight. For a moment, the princess prepared herself for the endeavor by gathering up some parchment, quills and ink. Finally satisfied with the arrangement, the data collection process began.

“Now, let’s first try what we already know. Sweetie, say Scootaloo’s name.” At that, Twilight’s horn started shining thus illuminating the two young fillies in her glow.

“Scootaloo,” said Sweetie Belle firmly, and as expected her horn glowed a bright orange rewarding the unicorn with a small stab of pain… and the Pegasus with the then very familiar pleasure of climax. Her wings shot wide open on their own, her eyes rolled to the ceiling and her legs collapsed from under her. Meanwhile between her legs, her juices began to flow thus coating the floor.

“Ohhhhh, I don’t think I could ever get enough of this mmm…,” she moaned.

“Yes… I can detect some strange new attributes of your magic already,” said the now elated alicorn. A few moments later, Scootaloo forced herself back up on her legs and made it seem to the others as though nothing happened, except for the deep flush on her face which was obviously impossible for her to command away.

“Now, I’m going to need you to sing, Sweetie… but hold on a second,” started Twilight before magically conjuring up some earmuffs for herself and for Rarity. Once the earmuffs were in place, the alicorn commanded her to continue. Sweetie decided to sing the same song she had sung the previous few times, the notes vibrating through the air with splendor and of course with some bouncing off the adults’ earmuffs and some bouncing off of Scootaloo’s eardrums. Once again, Scootaloo collapsed to the floor just as before in yet another wonderful climax that was beautifully complimented by her amorous filly friend. Thirty seconds later, and the serenade ended, with Scootaloo left spent on the floor, face completely red and gasping for air, Rarity looking away in embarrassment from the scene in front of her, Twilight excitedly scribbling down some notes in her parchment and Sweetie Belle having no change in appearance at all considering her imposed obliviousness.

“Good, good. Now it’s time to remove your blindfold… and you know what to do,” said Twilight, continuing the examination.

Taking a deep breath, Sweetie Belle sat down on her haunches, and used both her fore hooves to tear away the blind fold. She made sure to keep her eyes closed at first to wait for the absolute moment when she was ready. Finally a few seconds later, she opened her eyes, to find that Scootaloo, who had managed to once again recover from her climax, staring back at her with deep sympathy in her eyes. At once, the now very familiar sensations kicked in, repeating the familiar patterns verbatim.

“Ahh yes… I see… yes…,” muttered Twilight as she watched the demonstration.

“Oh Celestia, this hurts,” groaned Sweetie.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie, just a few seconds more,” replied the determined princess. A few more seconds had passed and Twilight finally ended the poor unicorn filly’s torture.

“That’s enough!” she cried. Quickly, before she could forget anything that could be crucial, she jotted what she just learned onto a new sheet of fresh parchment.

On command, Sweetie immediately brought her attention down to the floor, thus allowing for the conclusion of both her headache and Scootaloo’s climax. By now, the floor beneath her was absolutely soaked in her love juices and though she felt bad for Sweetie, she couldn’t help but feel absolutely satisfied. By now, her embarrassment from the two adults in the room had completely evaporated.

Tired of having to look at inanimate objects, Sweetie decided to try and risk taking a look at the alicorn who luckily then was still gleefully jotting down information with ink. She stared and stared at her, unaware as to exactly how much time was passing. Suddenly, Twilight finished the last sentence of her notes and turned to look at the others, an action firstly noticed by the young unicorn that had unbeknownst to her been blushing immensely, thus forcing her to look away before her magic could possibly react. That was when she noticed that despite all that had happened in the past few minutes, her heart was beginning to race and her breathing increased.

As Twilight began speaking, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that her sister was no longer staring at her and was instead looking at the speaker. She absentmindedly dared herself to get a look at her. Success! Once again, she was looking at another pony without any of the consequences of her unusual circumstance. Similarly, just as it had before, her heart began to beat a mile a minute, she began to sweat profusely and she found herself unusually drawn to her sister. Discretely, she daringly shifted her gaze from alicorn, to Pegasus to unicorn and noticed an odd pattern. Whenever she looked at either Twilight or Rarity, her body reacted in the same way she used to with Scootaloo, but when she looked at the filly, none of the usual feelings returned. She still cared for her, of course, but not nearly as strongly as the other two. This came off as odd to her but because of the embarrassing attributes to admitting such a thing, she decided to keep it to herself for now… and maybe she’d experiment with it later. Finally, she decided to retune herself back into the conversation just as the three other ponies all turned their gaze towards her, and of course she returned her view back to the floor.

“Sweetie Belle? What’s up with you? Are you alright? Why were you looking at us just now?” inquired Twilight.

“Oh I’m fine… I just wanted a change of view I guess,” stuttered the now very embarrassed unicorn.

“But your legs and voice are shaking and you seem a lot more nervous than you were during the examination…”

“Really… I’m fine,” Sweetie insisted, keeping her point of view focused on a small crack in the floor.

“Okay… but did you hear what I said just a few moments ago?”

“Uh… uh…”

“I said that while the information I had collected was good, I’m going to need a tad bit more from you both.”

“Huh? What do you need me to do?” Sweetie’s voice was still trembling immensely, and it was obvious to the others she was trying to fight it.

“Well… to put it bluntly, I need you to repeat what you did with Scootaloo last night. That way, I can hopefully capture the magical data at the time when your horn began to glow orange,” she explained bluntly. This caused the other three to shout in unison.

“WHAT!”

“Seriously, Twilight, are you ABSOLUTELY sure you’re not going just a teensy weensy bit too far?” asked Rarity with worry in her voice, “I can only imagine the morality of such a thing…”

“Oh come on, Rarity. I really need all the information I can get.”

“I understand that but,” before Rarity could finish, she was cut off by her sister.

“I… refuse to go that far. Sorry.”

‘Did I really just say that?’ Sweetie thought to herself. Just a day ago, she would’ve stopped at nothing to get intimate with her partner, and that included it occurring in front of two other adult ponies that she trusted. Despite her confusion, Sweetie decided that she would make sure to experiment with these new feelings more in the near future. Twilight sighed.

“Well, what do you think, Scootaloo?”

“I’m fine with whatever Sweetie Belle’s fine with. If she doesn’t want to do it then we shouldn’t make her.” A few moments passed before Twilight finally gave up.

“Fine. That’ll be enough examinations for today. However… there is one more issue I’d like to examine: the actual cause of her problem. Recently, in accordance to my previous suspicions which have pretty much already been confirmed already, I’ve been trying to find any piece of information that could help us with identifying the cause… and I think I found something.” The other ponies in the room reflected their own individual curiosity and made sure to listen intently.

“There is this one book I found that explained how the cause for Sweetie’s problem could be located in her living environment, her bedroom, or some other place she is present in frequently.”

“What are you saying?” asked Rarity.

“I’m saying that if I scan Sweetie’s room for anything… unusual, we may be able to eradicate whatever caused all this in the first place!”

“I suppose it’s worth a shot… it’s certainly better than having to do… that,” stuttered Sweetie Belle.

“You should probably put your blindfold back on, Sweetie,” suggested Rarity. Sweetie nodded and complied before the four ponies set off back towards the Carousel Boutique.

Upon arrival, the four ponies made their way up the stairs and into Sweetie Belle’s room. Immediately, the sweet musk of sex become evident to the alicorn. She then decided to turn this into another teasing opportunity.

“Oh my… why it certainly smells like you two had fun in here.” This earned a groan from the other three which only made Twilight laugh even harder. Finally calming down, Twilight entered even deeper into her room and casted some sort of detection spell. Almost immediately, Twilight made a loud gasp and her eyes popped wide open.

“Holy Celestia… there’s so much in here.”

“So much… what?” asked Sweetie Belle with worry in her voice. Twilight walked over to a random area by Sweetie’s bedroom wall. Suddenly her horn once again burst to life and a powerful laser beam erupted from it. Scootaloo and Rarity watched in awe as Twilight skillfully guided the beam into the shape of a square along the wall. Finally having completed the square, Twilight stopped all her magic and carefully used her hooves to pry out the piece of drywall to reveal… something on the back of it.

“Ah ha! So that’s the cause of all this!”

“What? What? What is it?” cried Sweetie Belle desperate for an answer.

“Hey, have any of you ponies heard of my great uncle Toadstool? I heard he was a FUN-GI!” joked Twilight turning around to reveal a strange mushroom that was a light pink in color and dotted with purple dots. This earned a painful snicker for Scootaloo who was trying her best to keep from laughing and a groan from Rarity who had evidently already heard of such a pun.

“Hey, is any pony listening to me? Why are you guys talking about fungi now, and how does that help me?” In an effort to calm the unicorn down, Twilight turned her gaze away before allowing her to remove her blindfold. Upon understanding the context of Twilight’s joke, Sweetie decided that maybe it would be better if she kept the blindfold on. Finally, Rarity spoke up.

“So what does this mean?”

“This mushroom here, and I think there are few more still behind the wall, was emanating huge amounts of magical interference waves through the air. When a unicorn is exposed to it for such a long time, a multitude of strange things can happen. If I had to guess, I’d say these waves are directly responsible for Sweetie’s condition. As for the specifics, I’m not entirely sure as there are only a few records of any condition similar to Sweetie Belle’s.”

“I see… So what do we do about it?” asked Scootaloo.

“Well first of all, I’d like to take these mushrooms back to my castle for further research…” Twilight then used her magic to remove the rest of the fungi from the back of Sweetie’s wall, holding them with her magic. She then replaced the piece of drywall back into its original spot, taking care to smooth out the seams to make it look as though there never was a hole there in the first place. Finally satisfied with her work, Twilight continued.

“I’m going to go ponder over all of these results for a while. For now, just hang tight and try not to get into too much trouble,” Twilight winked at Scootaloo who reacted as expected. Chuckling, Twilight trotted past her friends and headed out of the boutique. Upon hearing the door slam, the other three ponies snapped out of their trance.

“Well. Considering the circumstances, you’re ungrounded for now Sweetie Belle,” started Rarity, “but don’t you go off causing problems again, understood?” Sweetie nodded slowly in response.

“Now, I have some orders to go take care of. Have fun girls… er… yeah… you know what I mean,” blushed the fashion mare upon realizing the context of what she just said. At that, she left the room and finally Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were left alone together. A moment later, Sweetie decided to take her blindfold off for good this time or at least until she really needed it. It was Scootaloo who broke the silence.

“Huh. Some morning, huh.”

“Yeah… some morning.” More awkward silence ensued before Sweetie continued.

“Hey, do you think we should update Apple Bloom on the situation? I’ll bet she’d feel rather left out if we don’t…”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Come on, I’m sure she’s helping out her sister at Sweet Apple Acres right about now,” said Scootaloo, getting excited upon the remembrance of their third friend.

“Um… why don’t you go ahead and fill in for me. I actually have a few things to think over. I’ve had to deal with a lot recently…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go on ahead. It’s fine. I just need to recover from all that’s happened.”

“Okay. See you later, Sweetie Belle,” chirped a now chipper Scootaloo before she leaned in close to Sweetie Belle’s lips with her eyes tightly closed to prevent any accidents and gave her a short peck before stepping out into the hallway and closing her bedroom door behind her. While it wasn’t in Scootaloo’s personality code to play out the happy-go-lucky filly on account on how uncool it was, she was happy to do anything to make the filly she cared for so dearly feel better. Though her cheeks burned and her heart throbbed, Scootaloo beamed a smile of pure joy before making her way down the boutique stairs and out the front door.

Meanwhile, back in Sweetie’s room, Sweetie Belle sat on her bed looking out the window. She watched Scootaloo running down the street for a couple blocks before she turned a corner disappearing out of sight. Giving a brief glance at the clock, Sweetie found out that it was almost noon, which meant it was about lunch time.

Sweetie’s thoughts had then returned to the moment not too long ago when she once again locked lips with Scootaloo. Something felt different about it… different than the kiss they shared much earlier this morning. It felt as though… she didn’t want it, despite her conscious mind saying otherwise.

Why would she NOT want it? Scootaloo was the most amazing pony she had ever met in her short life! But then her thoughts shifted and changed like they had done just a few nights ago when this craziness all started. The filly she thought she loved was replaced with not one, but two, unique, fully grown, adult mares: Rarity and Twilight Sparkle! It didn’t just stop at those two however, Sweetie’s heart throbbed harder and harder and breathing got faster and faster as many images flew through her mind that all consisted of the many mares she has seen around Ponyville and all of them depicted the mare in question in a sensual manner. Briefly, Sweetie Belle noticed that her private parts were beginning to secrete the same liquid that so evidently proved to somehow be a part of this “sex” thing. Finally having had enough, Sweetie Belle made a decision.

“That’s it. I don’t understand it, or what the buck’s going on with me, but I’m gonna get me some mare-hood!” she whispered to herself loudly. At that, Sweetie Belle made her way through her door where for a moment, Scootaloo’s face again flashed through her mind.

‘I… I’m sorry, Scootaloo,’ she thought to herself before forcing her legs to take her body down the stairs and then towards the sewing room.

Author's Notes:

Wooo. As the world's greatest procrastinator, forcing myself to get these chapters done takes a lot out of me. Also, there's gonna be some hot and steamy moments next chapter, so be sure to look forward to it! ;)

Chapter VI - To Tame a Mare

Sweetie Belle was just a few hoof steps away from her destination. As the full weight of what she was about to get into settled in her mind, her body began to heat up immensely, her legs began to shake and her heart raced at a mile a minute. Just about two more steps now and Sweetie had to stop to try and calm herself down.

‘You can do this, Sweetie Belle, you can do this. If you’re successful, it will be so… worth it? At least I think it will be,’ she thought to herself. A few more silenced deep breaths and few more argumentative thoughts in her brain later, the anxious unicorn filly, carefully took a step forward and peeked around the corner, past the door frame and into her elder sister’s sewing room.

She found it to be rather messy today, with a vast plethora of red, purple, blue, pink, white, orange fabrics, spools of thread and various pieces of sewing equipment strewn across the floor and all over her work desks. Amongst all that however, right in middle of the room was the adult mare in question, facing roughly 180 degrees from the room’s entrance and huddled over her sewing machine sporadically switching between sewing seams and making adjustments.

There was one particular reason why the direction she was facing was critical however, especially in this context. It provided Sweetie Belle with a view she would only then choose over any other. Though Rarity’s curly velvet tail was almost completely in the way, it would often swish back and forth as Rarity reached around her work table for whatever she needed and her young sister was rewarded for her patience with the view of her mature labia that, to Sweetie, seemed to shine brighter than the sunlight coming in through the boutique’s tall, luxurious windows.

In reaction, Sweetie’s body began to change itself into a state of absolute arousal. The faucets down in her lower folds began leaking their sweet love-inducing secretions and her pupils grew to twice the size. Her already frantic heart rate somehow increased a tad more and her breathing grew into more erratic and unstable patterns. Finally, to top it all off, her cheeks were a blazing cherry red, as though attempting to signal to any of the nonexistent onlookers that this little filly was ready for a good rut.

A few moments later, Sweetie forced herself to look away from her sister so that she could calm herself into a solid state of mind, which she knew would be required of her if she truly wished to get her muzzle on that oddly beautiful sight. Now that she was able to think a tad more clearly, she realized just how seriously confusing things were at that moment. As they were sisters, she had been exposed to her sister’s genitalia loads of times, albeit the sexual implications weren’t there of course, and she had never felt even close to what she felt now. After finally disposing a plethora of most likely false deductions into her mind’s trash bin, she decided that it simply had to do with whatever influence her body was under, a realization to which, caused Sweetie to face-hoof at how obvious it was. Sweetie Belle made a silent sigh.

‘Oh Celestia, should I really be doing this? Something tells me it’s going to end in disaster…’ she thought. For the nth time in those past few minutes she had been spying on her sister, she went through all the possibilities and scenarios in her head. Finally, she thought she had made a decision.

‘Ok, so I can give it a try, and if it really goes badly, I could maybe just blame it on my problem. There, that has to work. Now I just have to go up and to her and…’
At that, the unicorn took one final deep breath, dropped her view to a place only their hooves would be as a precaution, entered the room, and began to quietly tiptoe her way toward her sister’s behind.

Ten feet, eight feet, five feet, three feet, one foot and the filly stopped. She was so close to her reward and was apparently still unnoticed by Rarity, which meant that she was focusing rather hard. As Rarity’s tail swished back and forth, it brushed against her face, horn and mane which caused Sweetie to force herself to stifle a giggle as a sudden ticklishness took over her horny thoughts, though only for a moment. Discretely, Sweetie Belle lifted her left hoof and prevented the tail from swinging beyond her barrier. Finally, Sweetie lifted her head from the floor and up into the heavens that were her sister’s genitals.

The feelings she had previously felt at the doorway immediately returned though this time Sweetie was able to get a mild whiff of her sister’s scent which caused her saliva glands to kick into overdrive. If she hadn’t been keeping her mouth in control, she would have found herself drooling at the magnificent sight before her. With one final gulp, Sweetie Belle made her move.

“Now if only I could just… OH!” muttered the busy unicorn before being startled by a sudden intrusion of her private area. In fact it startled her so much, that she lost focus on the fancy blue dress she had been working on and the seam she had been sewing went way off its course, potentially ruining her work. Luckily for Sweetie Belle, as Rarity was an elegant mare, she was able to refrain from instinctively bucking her right in the face. If it had been Applejack, for instance, whose territory she’d invaded, it could have easily been another story.

Meanwhile, between her victim’s legs, Sweetie Belle lost control of her thoughts as she stuck her muzzle straight into the forbidden folds of her sister. Once inside, she took a deep breath through her nose and shuddered as the aroma dominated her nasal tract. Finally being satisfied by the smell, Sweetie Belle pulled her muzzle out a little bit and began using her tongue to lap up at the juices that were now involuntarily starting to excrete from its owner. For the few moments Rarity was stuck in her trance of surprise, Sweetie was able to thoroughly coat every external inch of her mare hood in a layer of stringy, young-filly saliva and she was only about halfway through with the penetration of her tongue into her vagina when the elder mare finally awoke from her daze.

Swiftly pulling her flank out and away from her sister’s lapping tongue, Rarity turned around and gasped loudly at the sight before her. Sweetie luckily hadn’t had enough time to update her mental state as it was so full of lust, so for about three seconds, Rarity got a full view of her sister’s red hot face, eyes closed sensually, legs trembling and worst of all… face and tongue covered in HER OWN sexual fluids, and that was just her face! Eyes subconsciously darting down to the floor, she was able to get a glimpse at a clear, sticky liquid running down her sister’s hind leg and forming a small pool on the floor below. Quickly remembering that the situation could easily get worse if Sweetie opened her eyes, Rarity quickly turned her view away in preparation for whatever came next.

“S-SWEETIE BELLE! W-WHAT IN EQUESTRIA ARE YOU D-DOING?!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. This tone of voice was easily enough to scare her. Her eyes popped wide open and her body convulsed for a split second in reflex. A few moments passed and both unicorns stood there in silence, Sweetie Belle with her eyes on the floor both in eye-contact avoidance and shame, and with Rarity continuing to stare at one of her windows in the corner of the room. Finally, Rarity broke the silence putting on an authoritative tone.

“What is your answer, young filly?” This was enough to get an answer.

“I… I… couldn’t help myself… s-sorry,” was all she could stutter before lowering her body in even more shame and shuffling backwards toward the door.

“I’ve been telling you over and over again not to do anything of that sort without their permission,” the elder mare continued. This sentence caused a bout of retaliation for Sweetie.

“No you haven't! You told me not to use my… ability on others without their permission… b-but you’re right anyway. I shouldn’t have been invading your private areas. I just… felt like I lost control of myself for a bit there,” she mumbled. Though her appearance was apologetic, Sweetie still cursed to herself inside her head, angry that she hadn’t played out the situation more smoothly. Rarity sighed.

“Again, as you’re going through unusual circumstances with your sexuality, I can find it in my heart to pardon your actions once more,” with sympathy in her eyes, Rarity went over to her sister and pulled her into a tight hug, “but you’ve really got to stop…”

“M-maybe you should finally teach me about this ‘sex’ thing then,” muttered Sweetie Belle with anger growing in her voice. Rarity made a gulping noise and shifted her eyes to the dress she had been working on. Her face turned cold as she saw the then ruined fabric by the stray stitch.

“I’d love to Sweetie Belle… but I absolutely must get this order done by tonight! If I don’t my reputation could go down the drain and I’ll end up completely losing my business!” Though she felt she was being a little over-melodramatic, Sweetie sympathized with her sister’s situation. Silently making a decision, she then ended the embrace and continued, oriented forwards this time, her exit towards the sewing room door.

“Sweetie Belle, where do you think you’re going?” she asked. Upon registering the question, Sweetie Belle paused in the doorframe as an evil idea hit her.

“Oh, I don’t know, just… somewhere. Unfortunately, as you can see, this situation left me with a little, teensy weensy problem,” she iterated innocently before lifting her tail to flash her still sopping wet genitals at the now furiously blushing unicorn, who forced her head away.

“Sweetie Belle, I did NOT need to see that!” she stammered.

“Oh, but I think you did.”

“Okay, so now I’m starting to have second thoughts about punishing you,” said a now disgruntled Rarity.

“Eeep!” squealed the filly as she entered a full on gallop out of the boutique, “I’ll be back later, Rarity!” she cried out behind her, making sure to put an extra mocking emphasis on her sister’s name, thus earning a response from her horn. She only got to hear the beginning of Rarity’s anger filled orgasm before the front door slammed behind her, though Sweetie did not stop to wait for it.

‘Well… that didn’t work… at least I got to taste her a little bit,’ Sweetie thought to herself, now starting to pant excessively from all the running. She zoomed by a few random male earth ponies who only stopped to do what they were doing to watch the filly for a split second… only to do a double take as her swollen wet genitals came into full view beyond her tail that was easily blown out of the way due to her excessive motion. Normally, it was common for ponies to see other’s private parts, seeming as Applejack put it, they ‘don’t normally wear clothes’, but for them to be so sexually aroused… and on such a small, young school filly none-the-less, was quite the bewilderment to them. One of them turned their head to their friend and noticed an ever growing erection beneath him.

“Hey… what gives? You lustin’ over a little filly, Rock Stomper?” he asked with contempt deep in his voice. Rock Stomper was quickly pulled out of his gaze and his following movements were swift and impulsive.

“What, n-n-NO! My body just reacts automatically to seeing any mare er… filly in that state! I can’t help it! Besides, Mr. Perfect… looks like YOU’RE not too innocent yourself,” he remarked, pointing a hoof at the accuser’s own hardening shaft.

“S-Shutup!” he retorted back, face turning bright red and looking away. Luckily, the tension was alleviated as the group all burst out in laughter upon realization of how silly they were acting.

Back with Sweetie Belle, she was still impressively keeping her previous pace, despite her now powerful fatigue trying to take over her body. She had to make it to her destination; her body was just aching for it! Finally, Twilight’s friendship castle came into sight straight ahead of her and she finally decided to slow down a bit to catch her breath before reuniting herself with the alicorn. Unfortunately, because of her exercise (and somewhat because of the heat of the sun), she was now covered in sweat from head to hoof, though as if bringing some joy to her woe, the sweat seemed to add an extra scrupulous shine to her coat, which could come in handy if she hoped to seduce the nerdy mare. Finally making it to her doorstep, Sweetie Belle once again rang the castle’s door bell. A few moments later, just as she had done the few other times, Twilight answered the door with a chipper smile, though upon spotting Sweetie Belle, she quickly turned her gaze away, despite Sweetie already doing the same, and a concerned frown formed on her face.

“Oh… hello again. Like I said, I’m going to need some time to study those mushrooms. They’re sitting inside some extra-strength MCUs… er magic containment units right now, though I have yet to do anything as I just got home like half an hour ago.”

“That’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh? Well whatever you have to say to me, I’ll listen,” Twilight replied, smile returning as though to provide comfort for the small filly that couldn’t even see it in the first place.

“I… I wanted a chance to talk to you in private… like one on one without Rarity and without my friends,” Sweetie finally spurted out her mouth after finding the right words to iterate the embarrassing request.

“That’s fine. Come on in… again,” chuckled Twilight. As they walked down the hallway back towards the throne room together, Sweetie Belle voiced a concern.

“Oh, I just remembered. Spike isn’t still here, is he?”

“Um… no, actually. He’s currently out running some errands I tasked him on before you, Rarity and Scootaloo arrived this morning. He shouldn’t be back for a couple hours.”

“Phew, that’s good. I want to make sure our conversation is completely private,” blushed the young unicorn upon internally reflecting on her true intentions. She had to make sure to try and get her target’s consent this time. Twilight merely smiled to herself and reveled in the fact that she was trusted enough to probably have to go through such a personal conversation. A few steps more and the two ponies made it to their usual spots in the throne room, making sure to keep the door closed, just for good measure.

Sweetie would have liked it better if the door could lock, but it seemed to not be equipped with that function, which came off as strange to her. Regardless, she had to continue on with her plan… er… hold on what WAS her plan? Sure, she knew her goal, but how in Equestria was she going to convince a PRINCESS to rut with her? Sweetie decided to stall for time by making small talk, thus hopefully giving her enough time to come up with a plan.

“So, Twi-er Princess,” she started, making sure to keep her gaze away from the pony in question, “what’s it like being the Princess of Friendship?” Though a tad confused Twilight obliged by giving an honest answer.

“It’s… great. It really gives me such a great opportunity and purpose, you know, spreading the magic of friendship and all,” she elaborated.

“Oh really? That’s great,” replied Sweetie Belle, whose sexual tension was still easy to control as she didn’t have to look at the Princess, nor was she getting an unintentional show like with Rarity, Twilight expertly keeping her goods hidden with her front hooves and tail. After, a much longer than before awkward silence ensued, deluging the throne room in a strange kind of surreal tension. After all, there was a fully grown, adult, alicorn alone in a massive, isolated, well protected room with a tiny in comparison, somewhat impressionable, though intelligent, young filly.

“Um… is my status as the Princess of Friendship the only thing you wanted to talk to me about? I’m not sure I understand why you had to speak to me in private about it…”
Meanwhile, Sweetie was sifting through her thoughts at maximum power searching for a solution to her predicament, but no matter what she tried, nothing useful cam-.

‘That’s it!’ she exclaimed in her head, with the only physical evidence for this thought being a slight smile that wasn’t evident to the princess as her head was turned down in an angle that hid it well. After taking a few more seconds to concoct the specific words to use to begin the conversation, Sweetie Belle made her move.

“Are… you alright, Sweetie Belle?” asked Twilight with concern growing in her voice.

“I am, Princess. I was just having trouble spitting it out so I ended up making something up,” Sweetie Belle visibly shifted in her seat, giving off a hint to how nervous she was, “I know I have somehow avoided it all this time, but how would you feel if I, say, said your name?”

“What?”

“You heard me,” replied Sweetie to the unsatisfying reaction, feeling her mind boil into determination into taking over the situation. A few seconds passed in silence again as Twilight pondered the question.

“Well, I’d feel intense pleasure from an orgasm,” she started, jokingly, “but I’m sure you meant how would I feel if you did it without asking first, thus essentially intruding in my private areas.” Sweetie Belle nodded, confirming the re-clarification of her question to be accurate.

“I really sympathize with your situation Sweetie, so I really wouldn’t mind,” she finished.

“So can you explain to me the details about this ‘sex’ thing then? I’ve already asked Rarity, but she’s too busy right now and I’m desperate to know!” Twilight smiled upon realization of Sweetie Belle’s request.

“Aw. So that is what this is about? Well, I don’t know if Rarity’s going to like it, but I feel you really do need to know. Alright, I accept your request. But I must warn you, there’s quite a bit to it, though none of it is too complex to understand.” Sweetie Belle gulped and prepared herself for what was to come. Finally, she’d finally get this all sorted out AND hopefully, she’d get to press her face into yet another sweet smelling, aromatic, dripping wet mare-hood.

“So, I suppose we should start with the basics. I’m probably going to be going over a few things you already know, as you’re obviously not COMPLETELY inexperienced…” at that last remark Twilight found herself uncontrollably chuckling to herself as she imagined the embarrassed reaction Sweetie would probably be giving just then. She then cast a simple spell to levitate over a large piece of blank parchment from a random corner in the room along with a quill and some ink. She then moved over to an empty space on the floor and invited Sweetie Belle down with her. Both ponies sat on their haunches and watched the story unfold with each stroke of ink as Twilight drew a few diagrams without saying a word. Finally satisfied with her work, Twilight began as Sweetie blushed in realization as to what exactly she was drawing.

“So, Sweetie Belle, this diagram on the left shows the anatomy of a stallion and this one on the right shows the anatomy of a mare. As you can see, there are quite a few obvious differences.” Still blushing, Sweetie nodded; this action was caught by Twilight with her peripheral vision. After letting a few moments pass allowing Sweetie to examine the diagrams, Twilight continued.

“Now, biologically speaking, the whole purpose of sex is for us to create new ponies, so that even when we die, our culture can live on from generation to generation. To do so: when a male and female pony that find each other attractive are ready for the creation of a foal, they start hugging, kissing and touching each other in ways they would never touch others in order to get themselves in the mood for love making. This is called foreplay. The next stage after that is called intercourse, which is where the male pony, whose penis is now fully erect, puts his penis inside the female’s vagina.” Twilight made sure to use hoof gestures to point out the parts in particular to the silent filly.

”After it finishes its entrance, the male will then move it in and out of his partner thus rubbing his shaft. This action feels really good for both of them and eventually… well I’m sure you can guess.”

“They have orgasms?”

“That’s correct, but there’s something extra special that happens to the stallion when he climaxes. Upon having an orgasm, his penis spits out or ejaculates a ton of this sticky white substance called semen. Inside the semen are these tiny, invisible to the naked eye, creatures called sperm. When they get inside a female, they all struggle and fight their way to the female’s womb, fallopian tubes and ovaries, where it may find a small egg cell to bond with, thus starting the development of a new pony,” Twilight tried to continue from there but was interrupted.

“OH! I see! So that’s the stuff I saw coming out of Big Macintosh and all the stallions in Ponyville Square yesterday!”

“Uh yeah, that sounds about right,” Twilight replied, though she didn’t want to know what happened with Big Mac, so she stayed quiet on the issue.

“But, when I was at school I noticed that none of the colts there shot out any semen, why is that?”

“Colts only make semen after they go through a growing process called puberty, where they change from a young child into a fully grown adult. They can still have an orgasm and even get erections, but they won’t shoot semen until they’re old enough.”

“Interesting, but I still don’t get what all the fuss Rarity’s been making is about.”

“There really isn’t an objective answer for that, though most ponies like to keep their sexual lives private. That’s why it’s considered intrusive to just make them orgasm at your command, and why we need to get you back to normal. I don’t know if even I could make it without saying other ponies’ names.”

“Hey, so this is all good and all, but all my… oh uh… he he,” upon realizing what she was about to say, Sweetie began to blush, “experiences have been with Scootaloo who’s also a filly…” Sweetie decided to keep the whole Rarity incident a secret for now. This earned another snicker from the Princess who was obviously still enjoying the teasing.

“That’s because creating new ponies isn’t the ONLY reason to have sex, and not all ponies are attracted to the opposite gender. This factor is just another piece of what makes us who we are as ponies.”

“I think I may know already, but what are the reasons? And am I one of those ponies who are not interested in the opposite gender?”

“Well, obviously because it feels good and helps them to bond really well. When you have sex, your brain releases this special chemical called oxytocin, which helps form bonds. It is also released when you do other things that are close in contact such as hugging, kissing and cuddling. As far as your sexuality, that is something for you to figure out. I’m sure once you’re given enough time, you’ll know. However, given your condition, I wouldn’t trust any gut feelings you have until we can cure you.”

“I see, well I think I understand now.”

“Glad you’re satisfied, though I didn’t really cover everything…”

“That’s fine. I think I need some time to think over all this before getting more information. Thank you so much, Princess.”

“No problem, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask me or even Rarity, though I don’t know if she will respond well or not…” Twilight smiled, an action that was once again not received due to them keeping their gazes apart.

“Hey, remember when I said I didn’t want to have sex with Scootaloo for the examination?” Upon asking the question, Sweetie Belle got up and walked over to another area that was devoid of furniture or paperwork, making sure to keep her back to Twilight.

“Yeah…?”

“It’s because… I don’t want to have sex with Scootaloo anymore.” Twilight took a second to take this in.

“What?”

“Not sure why the sudden change, but I want you, Twilight,” Sweetie smiled sweetly, before turning around and watching the startled princess, who was still looking away from her, while her horn burst to life. Following that, her body shimmered in the magic before Twilight’s first magic induced orgasm zapped like a lightning bolt through her body.

“Oh…S…Sweetie B-Belle!” she moaned, losing all the regality she just had a second ago. The alicorn’s wings shot open from her sides but merely withered around uselessly as she rolled around on the cold stone floor. By the time her last contraction had passed through her body, the floor beneath her, her mare hood and her thighs were sopping wet and her mane and tail were rustled out of shape from contact with the floor.

Finally regaining control of herself, Twilight stood up and faced the filly with her eyes closed.

“Okay, what’s this all about?”

“For some reason, after I had my orgasm when I was having sex with Scootaloo… I noticed that my interests started to change rapidly. I even tried to seduce Rarity before I came here,” she said with seriousness in her voice.

Despite the situation, Twilight couldn’t help but let out a snicker. “Really, with Rarity? That must have been fun for her,”

“You have no idea… really Twilight, you look silly with your eyes closed like that,” remarked Sweetie Belle, only to cringe as her horn burst to life yet again.

“Ooops...” Despite that, Twilight fought through her pleasurable spasms to keep the conversation going.

“I do? Why t-thanks, S-Sweetie Belle! A-all the popular mares are keeping their eyes closed t-these… ohhhh… days. I thought I’d g-give it a t-try!” This earned a small chuckle from the young filly as Twilight once again forced herself back onto her hooves.

“Anyway, enough fooling around. This new piece of information could potentially be critical in the solving of your condition!”

“How so?” Twilight reopened her eyes and walked back over to her paperwork regarding the issue.

“Hmm… I’d have to collect more magical information to prove it, hence why I wanted you to have sex with Scootaloo… That’s the only problem really. You’re going to need to have sex with Scootaloo in order for me to finish that sentence!” A few moments later as Twilight watched a red glow expelling from the filly out of the corner of her eye, her own blush began to form as she realized what she had just said. Obviously, within the context, it wasn’t anything special, but she had said she “wanted” the two of them to have sex, which was embarrassing enough for her. Then the very recent memories added to the emotional concoction. Sweetie Belle said she wanted her! For a moment, she hoped that she would be able to get away with ignoring her on that part.

“Ahem, anyway. Is there a-anything e-else you n-n-need me for?” stuttered the princess to Sweetie. Sweetie Belle responded calmly.

“What I said before still stands, Princess,” Twilight took a big gulp and began to sweat and shake a little as Sweetie said the following words, “You, and, I, doing it, together, he he he,” she made sure to add the cute laugh at the end as an afterthought, hopefully earning some sort of reaction from the now furiously blushing alicorn.

“I… I… don’t know if we should do that… what if other ponies find out? What if RARITY finds out?”

“So what if they do?”

“Not many ponies approve of an adult doing that with a filly… and that’s an understatement.”

“…hey, so your first concern is that other ponies might find out? Not that you don’t want to do it with me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, but you didn’t bring it up as the first issue.”

“Y-yeah but…”

Twilight Sparkle, the princess of friendship, had been caught. By now, Sweetie was sure that this constant barrage of stuttering and argument back and forth was soon to end in the best way possible for her. Finally, Twilight sighed.

“O-okay… you got me. I’m not entirely opposed to the idea. But if we do it… we MUST keep it a secret.” By then, Twilight’s face was on fire, and Sweetie Belle chuckled at this as she took a glimpse at the side of it.

“Not a peep will be heard from me. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!” chimed Sweetie Belle, excited that she had won.

“F-first of all, I’d like it if we could blindfold you again… n-not for any reason other than to prevent you from accidentally getting another huge headache!” added the Princess.

“No problem,” replied Sweetie Belle. At the confirmation, Twilight used her magic to conjure up a strong patch of completely opaque magical material, which she then levitated over to the unicorn and fastened it in a way that was sure to thoroughly block her vision. Flirtatiously, Sweetie Belle decided to give the alicorn a little tease. She about-faced from her direction, bent over a little and moved her tail to side to reveal her once-again soaking wet filly hood. Though she was still unsure if she should do this, Twilight had to admit she enjoyed the gesture. This cute little filly was more than willing to perform some of her deepest and least explored fantasies she had been having randomly over the course over her life. How in Equestria could she pass up an opportunity to learn more about herself in such a way? This flirtatious move also seemed to flip a hidden switch inside the alicorn and after her next sentence, Sweetie had to question if it was even Twilight who was still in the room with her.

“My my… you really are a naughty filly.”

‘Naughty? What does she mean by naughty? Am I doing something wrong?’ Sweetie thought to herself, but in an effort to not spoil the mood she decided to play along, but before she could say anything, the sudden sensation of something coming into contact with her filly hood cut her off.

“Look at how wet you are. I guess since we were on the subject of sex education, this would be a good time to tell you about some rather… colloquial terms… like for example this would be your pussy.”

“My… pussy? You mean like a cat?”

“Uh… yeah, sort of,” Twilight responded slowly. That very sentence seemed to knock her a bit out of her horniness filled haze and a small splash of guilt hit her conscious.

“So yeah… are you ABSOLUTELY sure this is okay. We really shouldn’t do it if you have even the slightest doubt you don’t want to. I’m serious Sweetie Belle.”

“Mmm, yeah I’m fine, and don’t stop touching my… pussy,” purred Sweetie Belle in response. Letting the guilt fade away to the back of her mind, Twilight greedily complied.

“You’ve already been so generous in giving me two orgasms already, so I think it’s only fair I return the favor. I will make sure you don’t leave this castle until you cum! Oh yeah, and cum is the colloquial term for orgasm! It sounds a lot less awkward, don’t you think?” rambled Twilight with perverseness shaking her vocal cords. Sweetie Belle didn’t know what to say, so instead she reverberated the new term, letting it soak in her mouth as she contemplated it.

“Cum… cum… I want you to make me cum, princess!” moaned Sweetie Belle as Twilight continued to rub her hoof around her labia and clitoris.

“You got it, Sweetie. You see this little nub here? This is called your clitoris, or clit and it is responsible for the best feelings of all!” mumbled Twilight as she was thoroughly distracted by the wonderful sight before her.

“I’ve already understood that much, though I didn’t know what it was called… my clit… please rub my clit more Twi-er-Princess,” begged Sweetie now completely under the influence of her own horniness.

“I can do much better than just rub it…” said the sexually-flushed alicorn as she brought her face close to the young filly’s genitals and took a strong whiff of her intoxicating aroma. Finally, she stuck her tongue out and experimentally flung her tongue around the sopping wet surface, first starting at the top near her anus and then slowly bringing her head down towards the area Sweetie wanted her attention so badly. Finally after sufficiently building the anticipation, contact had been made and Sweetie Belle let out an adorable squeal as Twilight sent shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through her small marshmallow body. This action earned muscle tremors in Sweetie’s legs and she had to concentrate on keeping her balance for a moment so gravity wouldn’t force her genitals away from the wonderful intruder’s tongue. After the nth time fighting this battle, Sweetie reached back behind her and pushed Twilight’s head back a little.

“I think I should lie on my back so I don’t fall over. My legs are starting to fail me,” chuckled Sweetie Belle, “but other than that, don’t you dare stop licking. It just feels so bucking good!” At that, Twilight honored her request and backed off a little while Sweetie quickly flopped over onto her back. There was a brief moment where nothing seemed to be happening to Sweetie Belle though she did hear a few hoof-to-ground clopping noises as Twilight seemed to be moving. Finally, she was rewarded with her partner’s soaking wet mare-hood sitting directly in her face, and Twilight’s muzzle once again being buried in the filly’s.

Sweetie didn’t even need to be commanded on what to do just then. She knew exactly what Twilight wanted her to do and she was more than happy to oblige. While Twilight continued to focus on her clitoris, Sweetie stuck out her tongue and blindly explored the new, sopping wet, tangy territory. Though she was probably just imagining it, she thought she tasted the familiar flavor known to her as a grape, and she loved the sweet, amiable flavor of grapes. But the best part to her was the texture; Twilight’s folds and vaginal walls were extra soft and velvety and Sweetie just couldn’t get enough of Twilight’s inebriating sexual musk which was now beginning to splatter all over her face, down her chin and neck and onto her chest.

Finally, Sweetie felt it. The sensations she had been fighting for over the past few days were once again dawning upon her.

“Oh buck, do not stop! It’s happening, I’m gonna cum!” swore Sweetie Belle through the elder mare’s delectable folds. By now, Twilight had varied her technique and was sporadically diving her tongue in between Sweetie’s folds deep into her moisture filled vaginal walls while still providing direct clitoral stimulation along while murmuring a slight hum that was appending even more stimulation to Sweetie.

“Oh…. yeah!!! Ungggmmm!” moaned Sweetie pleasurably as her body was rocked with her second orgasm that seemed several times more powerful than the first. Twilight chuckled as she reveled in her reward with the vibrations from Sweetie’s cries of bliss melting into her mare-hood and the extra splurge of moisture erupting from her insides thus covering her muzzle, lips, chin and nose in satisfied marshmallow filly love goo.

By the time Sweetie’s orgasm subsided, Twilight found herself nearing her own climax. Almost instinctually, she pressed her genitals just a tad harder against Sweetie’s mouth which was still suckling at her affectionately. Finally with one final bout of stimulation to her clitoris, Twilight lost it and she couldn’t help but eject her screams throughout the walls of the empty castle as her vaginal walls compressed and surrounded the invading, underage tongue, impressing any more moisture it had available into the cum/saliva mix. Finally, after a few more seconds of noises only producible with the presence of pleasure, her sensations faded from the alicorn and she forced herself to roll over to the side of the filly despite her weakness and lay on her back so she wouldn’t accidently end up crushing her. Finally a few seconds later, Sweetie Belle spoke up.

“H-hey… did you notice my horn when I… uh… cummed? I thought I felt it coming to life again.”

“The past tense to ‘cum’ is ‘came’, Sweetie, and no I didn’t notice.”

“Well, were you recording the details with your magic?” A slight pause passed.

“Oh, buck! In my aroused state of mind I completely forgot!” cried Twilight quickly getting up to her hooves so she could look around for her notes, but before she could she noticed that there was another, much more important issue at hand. In surprise, she let out a deep gasp.

“What? What is it?” asked Sweetie Belle, worry evident in her voice.

“S-sp-sp-sppppp-SPIKE! You’re home early,” cried the alicorn, embarrassment dominating her insides from head to hoof. Upon the mention of his name, Sweetie Belle let out a small, wimpy cry of fear. At least she didn’t have to look at him, considering the blind fold and all.

“And… would you like to explain to me what in Equestria is going on here?” he asked accusatively.

“It’s not what it looks like!” cried out Sweetie in an effort to alleviate any misunderstandings.

“Really? Then would you explain to me why you two were nose deep into each other’s private parts?” Spike had his arms folded and he tapped his foot as he waited for their response. Unfortunately for him, all he earned was a continuous string of unrecognizable babble from both of them. A few moments passed before the two sex-juice covered ponies ceased their efforts and remained silent in realization that they weren’t getting anywhere that way. Finally, Twilight asked the most pressing question of the moment.

“H-how long have you been watching us?”

“Since you were so generously explaining what ‘cum’ meant,” he deadpanned, putting extra-emphasis on the dirty word. Twilight face-hoofed and groaned to herself in shame. Sweetie merely sat there for a moment contemplating the situation.

“So since you got such a nice outside view of the show, did you happen to notice my horn glowing at any time?” asked Sweetie Belle, trying to ignore the embarrassment.

“Now that you mention it, yeah, though it didn’t seem to be glowing your usual green, Sweetie Belle. Instead it was this creepy gray color.”

“GRAY?” exclaimed the other two in unison.

“This is an interesting development," Twilight remarked getting up and retrieving her supplies before beginning to mark down the new information.

“Um hello? You still haven’t sufficiently explained to me what’s going on!” complained Spike.

“Since Friday, I’ve had this really weird magical problem,” started Sweetie Belle.

“…and I’m trying my best to help her get rid of it!” finished Twilight.

“…by eating her out?” asked Spike, once again deadpanning his words. Though Sweetie hadn’t heard the term before, she could easily guess what it meant.

“Don’t ask. Besides, this just isn’t ANY of your business, and I’m completely disappointed in you Spike for not leaving the second you stumbled upon us!”

“It’s not my fault you were doing… doing THAT in the most public place of the castle!” Twilight merely face-hoofed at her own ignorance before sighing in defeat.

“Okay, fine, I should have spent more time contemplating the decision, but what’s done is done and there’s no going back.”

“So what is this ‘weird magical problem’ anyway?” he asked curiously, but before any pony could answer, Sweetie Belle’s horn involuntarily sprung to life again, though this time, it faded to the color just then previously foretold by the dragon. Sweetie, who was then very confused felt her head begin to ache just a little bit, too much to be comfortable, but not earthshattering like she’d experienced before. Simultaneously, Twilight dropped her quill onto her notes thus creating random splotches of ink at its contact points as she collapsed into another mind shattering orgasm… as did the dragon. His once previously hidden genitals were now completely visible and he was rolling around on the ground in pleasure as his body was rocked with his very first orgasm. As he was still young, no seminal fluid escaped the tip, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered were the excruciatingly pleasurable contractions happening inside his dragon-hood.

“What? What’s happening?” cried the panicking unicorn as she tore off her blindfold at last. She looked around and watched in horror as both of them rocked and shook as shockwave after shockwave exploded through their now fatigued bodies. Sweetie closed her eyes tightly, hoping that somehow it would end the episode, but no matter what she did, Twilight and her assistant’s spasms failed to cease.

“Get… get out of the room!” Twilight managed to utter despite the great difficulty it took. Sweetie Belle took this command to heart and she galloped into the hallway just outside the throne room. Patiently, she observed the others ride out the rest of their climaxes before her horn finally settled down and they were released from their pleasure prisons. Five minutes passed and neither pony nor dragon uttered a word of any kind. Finally, Twilight mustered up enough energy to get back up on her hooves. She turned towards Sweetie Belle out in the hall and focused as she created an ultra-powerful magic containment shield around the now startled filly, carrying her up into the air like a bubble.

“It now looks like simply being near you is enough to trigger your power, Sweetie. We have to get you to containment and fast!” Still too startled from the magic to reply, Sweetie merely nodded though the action went ignored by the alicorn as it was probably too risky to look at her, despite the fact her magic would probably protect them both. The downside to this spell is that it was intensely draining and could only be cast for a short time. Twilight had to act fast.

“We’re gonna go for a little flight, Sweetie Belle.” At that, the alicorn raced into the hallway and the magic containment bubble followed her at almost the same pace. Finally leaving and locking the front door behind her, Twilight ignored her extreme fatigue as she spread her wings and pushed off the ground with a powerful flap and began soaring into the air at an incredibly high speed, as an alicorn’s wings are typically stronger than a normal pegasus’s.

Luckily, throughout the short flight back to the Carousel Boutique, Twilight was able to maintain her composure, though it wasn’t long before she felt it’s incredible weight on her energy supply.

Finally, almost as swiftly as she took off, Twilight landed at the doorstep of the boutique, rammed open the door with another bout of magic, raced up the stairs, rammed open Sweetie’s bedroom door and practically threw the filly onto her bed. Finally being relieved of the draining spell, Twilight slammed the door closed thus finally sealing Sweetie in a safe zone whilst keeping other ponies safe. Twilight sighed as she heard the expected noises of her elder sister racing up the stairs on account of the sudden noises.

“Twilight?! What are you doing here? What happened?” Twilight smiled weakly in response.

“Looks like we made another advancement with Sweetie’s little problem,” she muttered weakly. Rarity tilted her head curiously as Twilight spent the next few minutes detailing the events of that afternoon, and yes, she even included the detail that the two of them had a bit of fun together, thus triggering the events. In the end, the entire story was told unabridged to the now unblinking fashion mare. There was silence for a few moments as she took the story in. Finally, she reacted in a way that Twilight had been expecting the whole time.

“YOU DID WHAT TO MY SISTER?!” she shrieked like a banshee. Luckily, Sweetie Belle called out through the door in her effort to defend the poor alicorn.

“She was only trying to help me, sis! I was the one who initiated it and she even put in the effort to educate me about sex, unlike you!”

“Don’t lie to us. I know that you know she’s telling the truth. She told me that she even tried seducing you into doing the same thing before hand,” chortled Twilight with a smirk.

“I actually got to taste her for a bit. Despite my short time in that position, she actually leaked quite a bit of fluid. Quite the eloquent taste I’d say, like some kind fruit you’d only eat if you were rich. I wish you’d share your recipe with us so we could relish in your delectable flavor all the time!” teased Sweetie Belle in tandem.

This only earned a bunch of random, incoherent babbles as she took this string of jest in. Finally she gave up and let out a sigh.

“Fine, now is obviously not the time to deal with that, but now Sweetie’s stuck to her room and her condition is worse than even before. What are we going to do about it?”

“Here’s the good thing about what I did, Rarity. I learned exactly what we need to do to alleviate her of this problem once and for all.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with bucking her brains out, does it?” asked Rarity with intense sarcasm in her voice.

“Actually… yes it does.” Rarity groaned. She should have known.

“From all the evidence I’ve gathered, it seems to me that whatever’s inside her is trying to escape. It doesn’t WANT to be in her body, but it has to in order to survive. My plan is to continue feeding this thing until it escapes, where we then beat the shit out of it!” Rarity rolled her eyes.

“That sounds like a horrible idea, Twilight.”

“I know, but it’s really the only chance we got.” Rarity though annoyed, mused and thought over it for a moment before settling in on her last hope.

“How about this, you keep on doing your studies and see if you can find some other way. If you don’t find anything else by Wednesday morning, we can try your idea.” Twilight sighed.

“Fine, if that’s what you want. Hear that Sweetie?” a short moment passed before a short, squeaky response flew through the door.

“y-yes…”

“And don’t you worry, Sweetie Belle. I’ll round up your friends and we’ll all work together to keeping you sane,” enthused Rarity.

“I better be getting back to my castle then. I’ve had enough for one day,” said Twilight beginning to make her exit.

“Good luck, princess!” called out the fatigue filled filly behind the door.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie Belle. We’ll figure out something,” she called in response before finally stepping through the front door, spreading her wings and taking off into the wide open sky that was then being tinged by the then setting sun.

Author's Notes:

I may have went too long without eating while writing this chapter. Took about 8 hours of work, though I feel the end result it soooo worth it. Before hand, I had imagined the sex between Twilight and Sweetie to be much more awkward with the alicorn being super reluctant, but I figured it was more in character for my version of Twilight to do this instead... not to mention it was more fun to write her like this too.

Next chapter gets really crazy. Comments, likes, favorites and all that jazz are always appreciated! See you next time!

Chapter VII - Regret

It was now Monday morning and Sweetie Belle was still completely confined to her room. Sighing, she looked out the window and stared at all the free, happily roaming ponies that happened to wander by the boutique; most were smiling and seemingly enjoying the warm spring air… something that Sweetie really wished she could do right then and there, considering it was Spring break after all. Just her luck; she just HAD to deal with… whatever it was that was inside her during one of the most highly anticipated time periods of the year.

Finally having had enough of the window view, Sweetie stomped a hoof onto the floor from frustration causing the vibrations to shake the nearby infrastructure of the boutique before turning about face from the window and climbing back into her bed.

“Gahhh! I am so bored! I want to go outside!” complained Sweetie out-loud to no pony in particular. This was coincidentally the exact moment that Rarity had come to her door to check up on her, thus allowing her to hear her complaint.

“Sweetie, I know it’s hard right now, but don’t worry, I’m going to go find your friends right now so you don’t have to be bored for that much longer. Did you finish your breakfast?” consoled Rarity.

“Yeah, I did,” replied Sweetie Belle.

“Okay, then I’ll take your dirty dishes and head out right away. Please leave them by the door.” At that, Sweetie got out of her bed and moved her dishes from her nightstand and placed them by the door in a location that they wouldn’t get hit by it if it opened. After, Sweetie then maximized her distance from her sister, keeping herself flat against the opposing wall.

“Okay, you can come in now,” assured Sweetie. At that, the door handle turned and Rarity swiftly used her magic to levitate the dishes through the doorway.

“So you told me earlier that Scootaloo and Apple Bloom should be at your little tree house right now, correct?” asked Rarity.

“Yeah, and please hurry, I’ve only been in here for about 16 hours now,” dead-panned Sweetie Belle.

“All right, all right, I’m going,” said Rarity, closing the door before heading towards the stairs. Sweetie sighed again as she once again climbed into her bed.

Before departing, Rarity quickly took a few seconds to look at herself in a mirror in an effort to make sure her “perfect mane” was still “perfect”. After making a few minor adjustments she made her way to the front door. That’s when something caught her off guard.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* banged the door.

“Huh? Who could that be?” muttered Rarity to herself. Upon opening the door, Rarity found that there didn’t seem to be any pony at their doorstep at first, but then she turned her gaze downward a bit and smiled when she realized who the two visitors were.

“Good morning, Rarity! My, you sure look lovely this morning,” complimented Scootaloo. Apple Bloom, who was standing to the right of her turned her head and gawked confusedly at her friend.

“Since when do you speak all formal like?” questioned Apple Bloom.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Apple Bloom, but I am in a really good mood this morning, so maybe that’s all you’re noticing,” chirped Scootaloo, as she began bouncing a lot like Pinkie Pie past the fashion mare and into the boutique lobby. Finally in the center of the room, she realized that the other two hadn’t moved an inch and she goofily turned around to face them.

“I know I’m not acting like myself but… I dunno, I’m just in such a good mood this morning! It’s like I have all this pent up happiness inside of me that I just need to release with silliness. Seriously, it’s hard to describe and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before!” rambled Scootaloo, still managing to earn weird looks as she bounced up and down with her wings buzzing frantically. Finally, Apple Bloom brushed off the weird vibe she was getting and decided to feel happy for her friend.

“That’s great, Scoots,” said Apple Bloom, giving her friend a smile.

“And quite convenient too, Sweetie Belle really could use some positive energy this morning,” started Rarity, looking at the floor. “Speaking of convenient, I was just about to go look for you two.”

“Yeah, we were waiting for Sweetie Belle to come to the tree house a few hours ago, but she never came. So we decided to go look for her,” explained Apple Bloom. “Say, do you know why she didn’t show up? Is something wrong?”

“Yes actually…” started Rarity, as she closed the door to the boutique after Apple Bloom entered. The three ponies started making their way to the stairs, only for Rarity to stop the other two just before they could start climbing them.

“You see… after the events of yesterday, Sweetie Belle started acting really strange as she… uh well, anyway she actually stormed off to Twilight’s and when she came back, it seems her condition has gotten even worse. Apparently, her horn shines a gray color now and it seems ponies can’t get near her anymore without her magic kicking in.”

“What?!” exclaimed the two fillies in unison, thus causing them to rush past Rarity, up the stairs and to the door of Sweetie’s room. This news also managed to turn Scootaloo’s expression to one of worry.

“Sweetie Belle?” called Scootaloo, “are you okay?!”

“Ah’m here, too,” called Apple Bloom, “we’re really worried about you!”

“Girls? Is that you?” replied Sweetie Belle hesitantly. She wanted more than anything to burst through that door and give her friends a big hug, but she knew that would be a terrible idea, considering her circumstances. So, she tried her best to keep her emotions to a minimum in an attempt to control that impulse.

“Yeah, we’re here to keep you company!” called Scootaloo, attempting to regenerate the positive energy she had all too easily lost for a brief moment.

“Oh, thank Celestia, I thought I was going to end up dying from boredom in here,” she replied before sighing in relief.

“You don’t have to worry about that; we’ll try our best to keep ya’ll entertained until… hang on a moment, how long is she gonna have to endure this?” asked Apple Bloom, turning to the elder sister who had just finished making her way up the stairs.

“Well, the plan is until Wednesday. Twilight is supposed to be researching and searching for a cure right now and if she fails we’re going to go for a backup plan,” explained Rarity.

“Well then, it looks like we have all the time in the world, right Sweetie Belle?” asked Scootaloo excitedly.

“Yeah! I may not be able to leave my room, but it’s spring break for crying out loud, let’s have some fun!” said Sweetie Belle, forcing herself to regain some enthusiasm.

“Have fun girls, and remember, be sure to keep your distance from Sweetie Belle, oh and keep her door closed unless it’s absolutely necessary to open it; we don’t want to hurt her with any eye contact,” said Rarity turning to go and begin her work for the day. Finally disappearing back down the stairs, Apple Bloom started up.

“So, what do ya’ll want to do today?”

For the next few hours, the three fillies used their creative ability to think of ways to have fun despite the barrier in between them. They figured out a way to play cards by sliding them under the door and having Sweetie use simple levitation magic to move the cards around from her bed. Then they used paper and crayons to help brainstorm some ideas they could use to hopefully one day earn their Cutie Marks in the future. At lunch, the fillies shared a meal of hay sandwiches and milk that Rarity had made for them. Throughout this time, Sweetie was surprised at how well she was avoiding saying the other two’s names. Perhaps she was finally getting used to it?

Sadly, after a few more games and a few more conversations the three fillies had ran out of ideas. It was about five-o-clock in the afternoon when this happened, so at least they had managed to use up most of the day. As it was then dinner time, Rarity had prepared yet another meal for them consisting of various vegetables (the ones Sweetie actually liked) and hay burgers. This time Rarity decided to join them, as she had already finished with her work for the day.

“I appreciate what you have done for Sweetie Belle today. Thank you so much!”

“It’s no problem, Miss Rarity,” grinned Scootaloo, “she’s our best friend after all!”

“Yes, it’s been so much fun despite everything,” agreed Apple Bloom.

“I’m just glad to finally get a break from all this drama that’s been happening recently,” said Sweetie Belle through the door who was then munching down on her dinner that had been set up in a tray designed for use while in bed.

It truly seemed like the perfect day to Sweetie Belle, at least given the circumstances.

‘Maybe being trapped in this room for a few days won’t be so bad,” she thought to herself whilst laughing with her friends. After they had all finished their dinner, Scootaloo spoke up.

“Hey, I know we’ve been kind of avoiding the subject all day… but I really can’t help but wonder. Did you ever find out what caused Sweetie’s condition to get worse?” The smile that Rarity had been presenting suddenly flipped upside-down at the sudden question.

“I… well…” started Rarity, looking down at her hooves.

Suddenly, a loud knocking was heard coming from downstairs. Some pony was at the door!

“Come in!” called Rarity, after walking to the top of the stairs and using her magic to unlock the front door. Rarity smiled at the sight of her best friend.

“Twilight! Am I glad to see you? So I guess you being here means you’ve found a solution to our little problem here, am I right?” asked Rarity, gesturing her friend to come join them.

“Not exactly…” started Twilight as she began to ascend the flight of stairs. Despite her response, she still had a friendly smile on her face, so Rarity assumed there wasn’t anything seriously wrong. She sighed not only because of this, but because she was disappointed that there probably wasn’t a solution yet after all.

“No, I’m just here to see how you are all doing and… would you look at that,” Twilight pointed her hoof at the small pile of random entertainment objects that the crusaders had formed in the hallway, “looks like you had some fun today.”

“Yeah, we decided together as fellow crusaders to try our best to avoid any more of the drama that’s been brewing recently and just have a fun time together,” said Scootaloo.

“That’s great,” smiled Twilight, “and how are you doing, Sweetie Belle?” There was a brief period of silence as the question registered to the filly before she could respond.

“Oh, it’s been great, princess. I’ve been stuck in my room for over a day and it hardly even feels like that at all,” Sweetie squeaked through the door.

“Well, I suppose everything’s good here then… I kept worrying about you all day Sweetie Belle, it was a little difficult focusing on my studying…” Scootaloo then took that as an opportunity to once again pop the question.

“Hey, I was trying to ask Rarity before you showed up, but what exactly was it that caused Sweetie’s condition to get this bad?” This caused the princess to suddenly gasp and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. There was a silence as the other four ponies waited for an answer. Rarity bit her lip as she obviously already knew the answer. She still wasn’t exactly comfortable with it, but for the sake of Sweetie she kept all her negative feelings and slight anger to herself, at least for the time being.

‘Oh Twilight, please don’t tell her the truth! It could be disastrous if Scootaloo finds out that we…’ thought Sweetie Belle who was now sweating profusely and holding her breath as she waited.

“I… I don’t know… she just stormed into my castle yesterday and after a little bit her horn just started acting up and it all ended up like this…” Twilight said in attempt to keep control of the situation. Nervous tingles shook through her spine as she knew she had to try and sound convincing or there could be dire consequences, both to Scootaloo and to Sweetie Belle… and maybe even to herself.

There was dead silence in the air for a few moments as Scootaloo pondered over her answer. Finally, without saying a word, she sighed and got up from her haunches before walking past the others to a location that was closer to the stairs. For a few moments she kept her back turned to the other ponies as she let the tension in the air simmer their consciences. Finally, she faced them and took a deep breath.

“You’re lying,” she whispered, disdain lining her vocal cords and her face contorting into anger. The other ponies didn’t react at all as they were too stunned to do so. There only existed a few more tense moments of silence before Twilight began to defend herself.

“D-don’t be ridiculous Scootaloo! Think about it, what could I possibly get out of lying to you? I’m here to help Sweetie Be-“

“Stop lying,” interrupted Scootaloo, a little louder than before. A few more moments passed, and Scootaloo made sure to keep her gaze on the alicorn during every second of it. Still, Twilight kept trying to grab hold of the situation.

“Hey, I’m being serious here-“

“Please stop lying to me, I already know what caused the first change in Sweetie’s horn color, I was kind of there. There was a certain event that triggered it. Would you like to remind all of us what that was?”

Once again, another pause occurred and Twilight made a slight gulping noise, clearing her mouth of the last of her saliva as her mouth was now going dry as it dawned upon her that this was going to be bad. At this point, Sweetie Belle had already lost control of her eyes as they doused her cheeks with tears of fear, regret and shame. She curled up into a ball and braced herself for what was now surely about to come. Twilight spoke again.

“Scootaloo, you really need to calm dow-“

“Calm down? Buck that! You know as well as I do that that event was Sweetie Belle and I doing something very special with each other!” At this point Scootaloo’s eyes were beginning to well up in tears, thus blurring her vision.

“Ah think ah understand what Scoots is saying here…” started Apple Bloom, causing the others to look at her, “Some pony got all… up close and personal with Sweetie Belle… and it wasn’t with Scootaloo this time.”

“Rarity told me that you stormed off somewhere sometime after I had left yesterday. Where did you go, Sweetie Belle?” she asked, her voice getting more severe with each word. Finally, Twilight decided to stop playing the lying game.

“Fine. I admit it,” started the now solemn alicorn, guilt wreaking havoc on her conscience. “Sweetie Belle and I… when she came over… she somehow convinced me to…” started Twilight before being interrupted by Sweetie with panic in her voice.

“Please don’t be mad, Scootaloo! It’s this bucking thing inside of me! After we did that together my interests just suddenly changed to mares! Please don’t hate me, I really couldn’t help it!”

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” screamed Scootaloo tears now easily slipping down her face. “Do you have any idea how much I…” Scootaloo paused for a moment to sniffle her nose, “how m-much I-… Aw buck, I love you so much Sweetie Belle and you just… you just… I have loved you for so long; ever since not too long after we first met. Your existence is the sole reason I get out of bed each morning, even after my dad left! I struggled with this for so long, thinking that a relationship couldn’t possibly happen between us, since we’re both fillies and best friends. Then all this happened and I was finally truly happy. While there is a permanent scar left in me from my dad, I could at least say I could be happy… and then I came here, and learned that your condition had gotten worse… which is when I immediately knew something was wrong.”

Finally finished with her revelation, Twilight and Sweetie’s chests burned with all sorts of shame, regret and guilt, and Sweetie couldn’t help herself but to cry silently into her hooves. Twilight just stared at the floor, unable to say anything more or move. Rarity and Apple Bloom just looked at her with a sympathetic gaze, unable to think of anything to say. Finally Scootaloo turned about face and began slowly walking down the stairs.

“I hope you never get better, Sweetie Belle. I BUCKING HATE you!” she screamed as she reached the bottom of the stairs and galloped out the door. This fact wasn’t known to Sweetie Belle as she sprang into action, leaping from her bed, and rushing to her door.

“Scootaloo, please! I’m so sorry, I… oh buck I said her name.”

“Don’t worry… she’s gone,” informed Apple Bloom.

“Oh…”

There was a long silence as each remaining pony thought about what just happened. Finally, Rarity spoke up.

“I… think we all need some time to think. Twilight, Apple Bloom, you both should go home and rest up.”

“Just so you know Sweetie Belle, Ah’ve decided not to take sides in this matter. Ah’ll still be here to support you both,” said Apple Bloom getting up to leave. Twilight still remained still, blankly staring at the floor.

“Are… you okay Twilight?” asked Rarity, clearly concerned for her friend. A few more moments passed before Twilight whispered something inaudible.

“What was that, hun?”

“I… completely messed up. I shouldn’t have done it with Sweetie Belle… at the time I just completely forgot about Scootaloo. How could I have been so stupid?” At that, the alicorn got up from her haunches and silently walked out of the boutique and headed home. A few moments later, Apple Bloom did the same. After Apple Bloom closed the front door behind her, Rarity spoke up.

“Sweetie Belle… are you okay?”

“No… of course not. Thanks for making those meals for us today. They were so delicious. Anyway like you said, I need some time to think. Goodnight, sis.”

“Goodnight, Sweetie Belle,” replied Rarity before making her way downstairs.

Author's Notes:

Yes, I'm back! Sure, this chapter is a bit shorter than the average one, but it's only like that because the story calls for it, not because I'm lazy or anything. *Shifty eyes*

Chapter VIII - A Tale of Two Friends

It was already midday on Tuesday, otherwise known as the fourth day of spring break for poor Sweetie Belle who was still stuck in her room, now having been there for around 42 hours, besides the few very cautious times where she would leave only to use the restroom or take a bath. Because of this, Sweetie was really starting to get antsy and craving a nice, long gallop around Ponyville. There was also the fact that it was indeed midday… yet neither of her friends had shown up to keep her company. However, she had a hunch that she wouldn’t be hearing anything from Scootaloo anytime soon that was for certain. But she couldn’t help but wonder where that specific apple filly could be.

“Gahh! Sis, has Apple Bloom come over yet? Not only am I super bored, but one of my friends despises my flank and I need to talk to her about it!” Sweetie Belle cried, thus receiving a brief period of silence before the elder unicorn could properly respond, as she was in a different location in the boutique.

“I haven’t seen any sign of- oh! Why there she is right now!” Rarity started before being interrupted by another knock at the door. She did not take long to let her in and together they climbed the stairs back to Sweetie Belle’s room.

“Ahm here, Sweetie Belle. Sorry it took so long, Ah had to help out Applejack with some extra farm chores, and it seems it took longer than expected…” explained Apple Bloom.

“It’s okay, Apple B-… uh apple filly. Look, now that we’ve had some time to rest and think about it, I really think we should try to fix this problem with our Pegasus friend.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Apple Bloom responded, with a bit of sadness in her voice.

“Have you managed to talk to her at all since last night?” inquired Sweetie Belle.

“Nah, Ah actually just wanted to give her some space, ya know?”

“Yeah, that’s probably the thing to do,” agreed Sweetie Belle. This is when Apple Bloom went ahead and changed the subject.

“Anyway, Ah was wondering if ya might try explainin’ somethin’ to me.”

“What is it?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Well, as you know, Ah have already heard the story about how you and Scootaloo met but… Ah don’t really know what happened with her father all too well. Ah mean, Ah know that he left her family and all that, but Ah’m curious about what exactly happened.”

“Oh…” started Sweetie Belle placing a hoof on her chin whilst thinking of a good way to begin. “I guess we never really talked about that part, considering the sad nature of it all… Though considering the circumstances, I suppose I can tell the story.”

Apple Bloom perked her ears and prepared for the tale that was about to unfold from the unicorn.

***
3 years ago…

It was a bright sunny day and Sweetie Belle was excited. Her parents had just recently decided to let her stay under the care of her fabulous big sister, Rarity, and on this wonderful day she had decided to bring Sweetie Belle to an old, yet very popular to the foals of Ponyville, playground.

“Rarity, Rarity, how much further till we get there?” the young filly asked excitedly, bouncing around with a huge smile on her face.

“We’re almost there, it’s just around that corner there,” replied Rarity. This earned a large gasp from Sweetie and she ended up using her seemingly limitless supply of energy to rocket propel herself to the previously mentioned corner, thus revealing their destination to her for the first time.

The playground consisted of many old-fashioned slides that were significantly higher and faster than any modern playground Sweetie had previously seen, and that was just the slides. There were many giant, colorful structures that ponies could climb up in, see-saws, swings, giant tires, tunnels, a merry-go-round, and to top it all off, the entire thing was built upon a massive sand box, thus providing a medium for art as well as being good padding should any pony fall from a structure.

There was also another important fact about the playground that Sweetie immediately noticed: just like her big sister said, this playground seemed to be VERY popular. There were many, many different fillies and colts of all shapes, sizes and races, thus providing the perfect opportunity for her to make some new friends. Off to the side were a bunch of adult ponies that Sweetie assumed to be the parents and or guardians of those foals. Finally having taken in the sight, Sweetie Belle decided to make a run for it.

“Have fun, Sweetie Belle, and be careful!” called Rarity, smiling modestly as she watched her sister enjoy the playground she enjoyed so much as a filly.

Sweetie Belle didn’t waste time in trying all of the different slides and climbing all the different structures, all the while trying to say ‘hello’ to as many of the different fillies and colts that were there along with her as she could. However, after each greeting, the receiver didn’t have much time to socialize as the hyper unicorn would then already be heading to the next activity.

After having completed the last slide, Sweetie went over to try the swings. Sitting down, she prepared to start pumping her legs, an action of which she had just learned not too long ago at one of Ponyville’s “modern playgrounds” when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something a tad peculiar. While most of the playground’s inhabitants were smiling from ear to ear and enjoying their day of fun, there was one small filly, a Pegasus that was orange in color with a dark purple mane who had unusually sized wings for a filly her age who didn’t appear happy in the slightest. In fact, she was quite the opposite. For the brief moment that Sweetie looked at her, she could tell that something was very wrong. Forgetting about what she was doing, Sweetie Belle decided to take this as an opportunity to be kind and hopefully make this pony smile.

“Hi! My name’s Sweetie Belle. What’s yours?” she asked as she walked up to the unknown filly, making sure to keep on the friendliest smile she could muster.

“S…Scootaloo…” she whispered softly, just barely enough for her to hear.

“It’s nice to meet you Scootaloo. Hey, I couldn’t help but notice, but you seem kinda down right now. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“N-no. I just want to be left alone,” said Scootaloo, giving a sigh.

“Oh come on! I’m sure that’s not true. If you want, you can play with me. I don’t really have many other friends somehow…” she replied, scratching the back of her head.

“Please just leave me alone; I don’t even want to be here. My mom made me come hoping that it would cheer me up, but I just can’t do this right now.” Sweetie Belle put a hoof up to her chin.

“Hmm… maybe she’s on to something. Come on, why don’t we swing together?” she offered, sitting onto the swing next to her, “I bet I can swing higher than you!” Scootaloo blinked at Sweetie Belle.

“I bet you can’t,” started Scootaloo, voice shaking from the forced enthusiasm she was then mustering from her small voice box. At that, the two fillies started swinging in tandem. Higher and higher they went until the swings were finally at their height limit. At this point, Scootaloo had managed to temporarily ignore her problems for the time being, and even had a bit of fun.

For the rest of the day, both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo managed to enjoy each other’s company. Even after they had explored every last inch of the playground, the fun didn’t end as some of the other ponies started a playground wide game of tag which lasted for a few hours before some parents started calling their children back so that they could go home. As the sun started setting, the playground finally seemed to be calming down, yet Rarity allowed Sweetie Belle to stay just a little bit longer, considering how well that afternoon had been going, and since Scootaloo claimed that she didn’t need to go home yet either.

After their short catch-up meeting, the two fillies once again made their way to the entrance of the tallest climbable structure in the playground when suddenly Sweetie Belle popped a question.

“Hey… are you sure you’re allowed to stay here longer? We didn’t even go talk to your mom.” This caused Scootaloo to stop in her tracks, thus causing Sweetie to do the same. Scootaloo thought about her answer for a moment before turning to the unicorn thus revealing a solemn expression. Finally, she spoke in a small voice.

“Let’s talk about this in private…” she requested. This was immediately met with a nod from Sweetie Belle and the two managed to find a somewhat secluded area behind some trees on the edge of the playground.

“My mom… isn’t here,” she started, looking at her hooves.

“W…what? Your mom made you come here alone?” Scootaloo titled her head at the question. “You must be really independent for your age then.” Scootaloo shook her head at this assumption.

“No… that’s not what I meant,” Scootaloo sighed, “I mean… I ran away from home and, not really having anywhere to go, I came here.” After this confession, Sweetie Belle started feeling really worried. Silently, she let her continue.

“My dad just got fired from his job last night, and he drank a LOT of cider after because of it. This morning, I woke up to my parents screaming at the top of their lungs at each other and they each said some awful things to each other. I didn’t even understand all the words they were using, but I could tell they weren’t nice. Then it started to get really bad and my dad he…” Scootaloo found that she could not finish her sentence as tears that spawned from the painful memory started sliding down her soft cheeks before dripping down into the dirt below. After a few seconds collecting herself Scootaloo managed to continue.

“He… hurt my mom really bad, and when I heard her screams… I just couldn’t take it anymore and I ran out the front door,” she finished, her voice shaking and lathered with sniffles.

Sweetie Belle had heard enough. Before Scootaloo could say any more words she crossed the small gap between them in a swift motion and tightly embraced her crying friend. Scootaloo made a slight gasp as this happened. They had barely known each other for a day and the level of trust between them was already this strong.

“I’m… scared Sweetie Belle. What if my family isn’t able to get things like food and supplies anymore. What if… my family crumbles apart? What if… my parents split and end up no longer loving me?”

“I… I don’t know. But whatever happens, I’ll be here for you and if you end up having no place to go, you can come stay with me. I’m sure Rarity would understand. We could be like sisters; we do seem to get along really well.”

“R-really? But… we just met today. How can you be so sure?”

“I don’t know about you, but when I look at you I don’t see a stranger. I see a pony that really needs some pony like me by their side, and I am more than willing to be that pony,” said Sweetie Belle just then pulling out of the hug and giving Scootaloo a smile. This sight made Scootaloo smile as well and she took a moment to rub the tears out of her eyes, though more started forming from their tear ducts despite that.

“Sweetie Belle, thank you!”

Finally done with their private conversation, the two fillies made their way back to the playground and decided to swing on the swings again for a little bit before Rarity eventually came over to them.

“Sweetie Belle, it’s time to go home!” At the indication, both fillies began dragging their hooves along the ground in an effort to stop the playground equipment and made their way over to Sweetie’s guardian. “Did you have fun today, Sweetie Belle?”

“Sure did, especially since I met Scootaloo today! Can we maybe invite her over sometime?”

“Well, I don’t see why not, just as long as it’s okay with Scootaloo’s parents,” Rarity started. At the mention of her parents, Scootaloo bit her lip and exchanged glances with Sweetie Belle.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” suggested Scootaloo, trying to sound confident.

“Alright then. How does tomorrow sound?” Both fillies’ worried glances were immediately replaced with excited ones and they both nodded their heads frantically in agreement.

“My sister is the owner of the Carousel Boutique and we both live there. Do you know where that is?” explained Sweetie Belle.

“Yeah, I’ve lived in Ponyville my whole life, so I know where most things are. I can come around sometime in the morning, is that okay?” asked Scootaloo.

“That’s perfectly fine. Forgive me for asking though, Scootaloo, but are either of your parents around? I would really much like to meet them,” said Rarity, turning her head to look at all the adult ponies that were sitting around chatting with each other or enjoying a good book. Scootaloo was quick to respond.

“M-my parents trust me enough to let me come to the park alone. I’ve been here many times before,” she lied. Rarity bit her lip for a bit before finally making the decision to trust her.

“I see. Well then, perhaps some other time? Anyway, come along Sweetie Belle. I don’t know about you, but I am aching for a nice dinner.”

“Yes, Rarity,” chirped Sweetie Belle, forcing cheerfulness in her voice. But before she decided to follow her sister, Sweetie took a second to whisper to Scootaloo.

“I really think you should go home now. If your parents really do still care about you I’m sure they’re worried sick, since they probably don’t know where you are right now. If things don’t turn out right, come straight to the boutique.” Scootaloo smiled softly and nodded in response. Finally, Sweetie Belle galloped away to catch up with Rarity, only taking one final look back at her friend as they disappeared around the corner.

***
That next December…

Hearth’s Warming was just around the corner. School had already long started, and Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were now the best of friends. Luckily enough, they somehow ended up in the same class. If that wasn’t enough good fortune for them, not long after the events of the previous summer, Scootaloo’s dad had miraculously found a new job. Scootaloo had also managed to voice her fears to her parents thus inspiring them to keep their family going strong, especially for Scootaloo’s sake. Both parents had also made sure that she knew she was loved regardless of how they acted towards each other. For the time being, Scootaloo felt rest assured that she could from then on live a normal life, and Sweetie Belle was glad she could help another pony through a tough time.

It was the final day before winter break, about a week before Hearth’s Warming, and all of the students of the Ponyville Schoolhouse were all just then arriving before class started. Unlike most school days, today was a day to look forward to; no pony wanted to miss this, for this was the day the class celebrated their Hearth’s Warming party where they got to play all sorts of fun games and eat many festive treats before the holiday.

Sweetie Belle was sitting in her usual desk, waiting patiently by watching the clock, chit chatting a little bit with nearby classmates and watching the snowfall just outside the classroom window. Then she made another glance at the clock as the five-minute bell rang indicating that the students should settle down and be ready for class so they don’t get marked tardy or absent.

This is when she noticed something a tad unnerving; Scootaloo was still missing. This fact also remained true a few minutes later when the final late bell rang. This came off as especially confusing to Sweetie Belle as Scootaloo had been talking about this party ever since it had been announced at the beginning of the month. There was no way she should would miss it willingly.

‘Perhaps, she just got sick. Gee, that sucks,’ she thought to herself. Finally, Miss Hoofridge, her then current teacher, entered the class room and every pony quieted down in anticipation.

“Good morning class and Happy Hearth’s Warming!” she called out to the class cheerfully. “Now I know all of you are excited to get on with the festivities that I have announced since the beginning of the month, but first we must do one important thing: take roll!”

Silently, Sweetie Belle waited through the list. Since both her name and Scootaloo’s name started with an “S”, their turn to assert their presence tended to take a little longer than the other classmates. Finally Miss Hoofridge came to Scootaloo’s name.

“Scootaloo?” she called. Silence. “Is Scootaloo here?” Silence again. “Hmm…” Miss Hoofridge frowned and her face became concerned. Slowly she looked down at her clipboard and placed a red X in the check mark box for Scootaloo. After, she resumed the roll call and Sweetie Belle presumed that all would go on as planned. That did not prove to be the case however, as the teacher revealed something concerning.

“Class, has any pony seen Scootaloo? I haven’t received any information about her being absent today from her guardians.” This earned a slight mumble about the class room as the numerous fillies and colts looked at each other and shook their heads, thus confirming that they indeed not see her. At this reaction, Sweetie Belle spoke up over the class.

“Miss Hoofridge, Scootaloo has been waiting for this party all month. It’s very weird that she isn’t here, hay, I’d bet she’d still come even if she were sick.” Miss Hoofridge nodded at this.

“Thank you, Sweetie Belle. For now I can’t do much about this, so I’m going to go inform the office and I’m sure they’ll be able to take care of it for the time being. Now, first things first. We need to start decorating the class room.” At that, the teacher revealed a series of plastic bags filled to the brim with holiday themed party supplies and the class jumped into motion, gathering around their teacher.

While Sweetie Belle tried her best to enjoy the party, she would constantly look at the clock anticipating the hours until they were finally released. During the party, there were multiple give outs of sweets and small gifts. Sweetie Belle made sure to save a few for Scootaloo in addition to her own. Inevitably, the time she was so longing for finally came, and Sweetie Belle managed to be one of the first ponies out of class.

Sweetie Belle knew that she had to at least check in with Rarity before doing anything else after school, so she galloped as quickly as she could to the boutique.

“Rarity!” she called, barging through the door, making sure to avoid the habit of throwing her saddle sacks against the wall, as she had to keep them on so she could carry all of the stuff she planned on giving to Scootaloo.

“Why hello, Sweetie Belle. How was that Hearth’s Warming party you kept talking to me about all month?” Sweetie Belle made sure to run into the room her sister resided in swiftly. She had to make her visit as short as possible in order to get to Scootaloo’s ASAP. For all she knew, there could be something seriously wrong with Scootaloo.

“It was good. Anyway, something came up and I need to go to Scootaloo’s as soon as possible! It’s important. Can I please go?” Rarity smiled.

“Why of course Sweetie Belle; it is winter break after all. Just don’t stay out too late; it’s supposed to be freezing cold tonight.” Sweetie Belle didn’t waste time.

“Thanks,” was all she could iterate before already heading out the front door.

“Have fun!” called out Rarity.

‘I hope that I am able to…’ thought Sweetie as the front door closed behind her.
Sweetie Belle was getting a little bit tired from all the running and she had to momentarily stop to catch her breath, but she just knew in her gut that it was important for her to figure out what exactly was going on, thus giving her a much needed stamina boost. She wasn’t the most athletic pony around; if only she could be more like Scootaloo in that regard.

Finally, around ten minutes later, Sweetie Belle could see Scootaloo’s house in the distance. Even though it was starting to get dark out, Sweetie Belle couldn’t see any of the lights on in the house, unlike all the others around it. Noticing this, Sweetie Belle’s heart skipped a beat and was suddenly given an adrenaline boost good enough to get there in even less time than it originally would’ve taken her.

Finally, she made it to the front door and took a few moments to catch her breath before ringing the doorbell.

Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds, no answer. She tried again, same result. This time she tried knocking on the door, and to her surprise the door lock made a snapping noise and it finally began to open.

“Please go away, can’t you read? The sign says no solicitors and…” started a tired looking, young Pegasus only to be stopped short by the presence of her dearest friend.

“Sweetie Belle! How glad am I to see you?”

Sweetie Belle let out a sigh of relief, as she could now see that she was okay. But that relief was cut short when she noticed something disturbing. Although her friend was obviously eager to see her, she didn’t seem to be all too okay physically speaking. That is, while most of her body was its normal orange and purple glow, there was a dark, swollen circle surrounding her right eye and it appeared to have a little bit of trouble staying open.

“Scootaloo… what happened?” This question quickly wiped the smile off Scootaloo’s face. Quickly, she grabbed hold of Sweetie’s hoof and pulled her inside before closing and locking the door behind them. Without saying a word, Sweetie Belle followed Scootaloo through the house towards her room. Looking around, Sweetie Belle was shocked to find that gone was the tidy little home of Scootaloo’s and in its place she found a disaster zone. Dirty dishes filled the sink in the kitchen as they passed, as well as there being many more on the kitchen table. Random boxes, cans and canisters lay strewn all over the floor and on the counters. An overflowing trash can sat in the corner of the kitchen, seemingly having been unmaintained for weeks. To top it all off, all the curtains had been closed shut thus leaving everything in a deep shadow and the entire place reeked of garbage and filth.

As these senses entered Sweetie Belle’s mind, she could only feel her heart sinking lower and lower. She just knew this was going to be bad. Finally, they made it to Scootaloo’s room which was luckily much tidier than the rest of the house. It was decorated with a variety of different sporty posters, mostly famous skaters, hoofball players and the Wonder Bolts. The rest of the furniture however, was far more ordinary and inexpensive looking with a small bed, desk and bookshelf, as well as a box that seemed to contain various old toys from when Scootaloo was younger. It was just as she had seen many times before, unlike the rest of the house.

“So… what’s going on Scootaloo? Miss Hoofridge seemed very worried when you didn’t show up today, and it was the Hearth’s Warming party! How could you possibly miss that even after being so excited for it? And let’s not forget the most important thing: What in Equestria happened to your eye?” Scootaloo waited as the many questions Sweetie Belle had had settled in the air. Finally Scootaloo sat on her haunches and sighed.

“Well. I just had the worst few days of my life, yesterday being the worst so far,” Scootaloo started. A few moments passed as Scootaloo stared at the floor recalling her memories and trying to figure out where to begin. But before she could even start, her eyes started leaking considerably, letting her emotion drip into the shaggy carpet. Sweetie Belle could tell that her friend most likely needed her shoulder to cry on right then and there, so she wasted no time into tightly and warmly embracing the depressed Pegasus. This was enough to comfort her to a state where she could manage to say the next words to her story.

“So starting about two weeks ago, my dad started seeming really… depressed, and my mom started locking herself into her bedroom for really long periods of time. Without a caretaker our house ended up getting really quite dirty, as you could see. My parents aren’t the tidiest ponies around. Anyway, two days ago, my dad decided to get really drunk right before he should have gone to sleep. This resulted in him going to work the next morning, yesterday, in terrible condition. He could barely even do his job, and he even ended up getting some pony hurt with some heavy machinery. Luckily, they only broke a bone, but it could have easily been worse. Because of this incident, my dad was fired on the spot. He came home to confront my mom and they got in a huge argument, over things like paying bills and how my mom was failing at keeping the house clean, things like that.” Scootaloo stopped for a moment as she sniffled her nose and let her words sink into her friend.

“I-I tried to get them to stop by reminding them we had to work together as a family and such but… he… oh Celestia…” Scootaloo had trouble continuing and she spent the following seconds bawling her eyes out. Finally after taking a deep breath, she spat it out.

“He beat my mom real bad, and while I tried to get him to stop, he ended up smacking me really hard in the eye, hence my black eye. When he saw what he did to me, he stopped immediately and said ‘It's... it's too dangerous for me to be around you two. I'm a terrible father and husband!’ before he ran out the door and disappeared into the snow storm.”

By now, with the combination of her story, the completely despair filled sounds she was then making, and the realization of how she got her black eye, Sweetie Belle couldn’t stop herself from shedding her own tears. A few moments later, both fillies finally calmed down, and Scootaloo continued with the last bits of her story.

“We don’t know yet if my dad is ever going to return but for now my mom is out getting supplies and stuff with the family savings. Because of me getting hurt, my mom didn’t want any pony to freak out, so she made me stay home today, despite me wanting to come see you.” It was Sweetie Belle’s turn to speak.

“When the teacher said something about you or your mom not giving any notice about your absence, I could barely even focus on the party, I was too worried about you.” Scootaloo smiled softly at this revelation.

“You truly are my best friend…” she whispered.

The two fillies spent the next couple hours keeping each other company, chatting about other unrelated topics in an effort to escape the depressive attitude of the events of yesterday. Sweetie Belle also revealed to her the various gifts and goodies from the party in her saddle bags, which really managed to cheer them both up considerably. Finally, the two fillies’ ears perked up as they heard a noise coming from the front of the house: the sound of the opening and closing of a door followed by a voice.

“Scootaloo, I’m back!” called out Sky Flyer, with obvious weakness in her voice. A moment later, a dull thud rang through the house indicating the groceries and other supplies being placed on the floor.

Sweetie Belle followed Scootaloo back through the house towards the owner of the voice. Finally entering into the entrance room, Sky Flyer jumped a little when she saw that Sweetie Belle was with Scootaloo.

Upon seeing Scootaloo’s mom, Sweetie Belle felt her heart sink into her stomach. Sky Flyer clearly wasn’t well. Her red fur was covered in ruffled patches and bruises, her dark purple mane was a total mess and her eyes were visibly blood-shot

“I-I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” she started explaining to Sweetie Belle.

“It’s no problem at all, miss. Scootaloo told me everything, and I really want to help with whatever I can.”

“Oh, Sweetie Belle, you’re helping more than enough by keeping my little Scootaloo company. I know she likes having you around a lot, don’t you Scoots?”

“You bet! I don’t know what I’d do without her,” replied Scootaloo attempting to put in some enthusiasm into her voice. Sweetie Belle blushed at all the compliments she was receiving. Suddenly, Sweetie Belle noticed the clock on the wall and gasped a little.

“Oh no! If I don’t get home soon, Rarity’s going to get worried. I guess you should be okay now that your mom’s here, right Scoots?”

“Yeah, and besides you’ve already helped me a ton. You better get going,” said Scootaloo leading Sweetie Belle to the door and opening it for her. Sweetie Belle was about to leave and make her final farewell, but before she could Scootaloo surprised her and jumped into her arms again pulling her close to her body in a friendly embrace.

“Maybe in a few days after we get settled to our new situation, I’ll come visit you again so we can play,” whispered Scootaloo.

“Sounds like a plan,” confirmed Sweetie Belle. At that, the final goodbyes were finally said and Sweetie Belle walked into the dimly lit, snow covered road back to the Carousel Boutique.

***
That next summer…

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* went the door of the boutique. It was roughly noon and Sweetie Belle had been spending her morning reading a children’s novel. In reaction to this indication, Sweetie placed her bookmark in the pages, placed down the book and made her way to the entrance. Finally she opened the door to reveal Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle grinned. It had been a few days since she last talked to her.

“Hi there, Scoots! How's it going?”

“Not good…” she muttered, looking to the side before continuing, “Since my mom isn’t well qualified for any decent-paying jobs in the area, we aren’t making all too many bits. So, we had to move to a new house.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, but new houses aren’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it’s good to have change,” said Sweetie Belle in an understanding voice.

“Well I can see how that would be the case for most ponies but…” A slight pause simmered the moment.

“But what?” asks Sweetie Belle, breaking the silence.

“The new place is… no good. I mean, I’m grateful to even have a place to live and all but, it’s going to be very difficult living there.” Sweetie Belle merely blinked.

“What?”

“Come on, if you come with me I can show you what I mean.”

“Okay, just let me get Rarity’s permission first,” said Sweetie Belle, turning around and making her way to her sister to do just that. Like usual, Rarity allowed Sweetie Belle to go with her best friend.

On the way there, Sweetie Belle tried her best to remember the new route for obvious reasons. But as they got nearer and nearer to the location, Sweetie Belle noticed that they started entering an area of Ponyville she had only been to once before, and at that time it wasn’t on purpose. The new road they had turned onto was long and straight with various small houses lining either end of the road. Most of them had small chain-link fences out in the front yard surrounding a small patch of unkempt lawn, and a few even had a pet dog chained out in the yard, thus indicating it not the greatest idea to go near that house.

Finally reaching an intersection down the road, Scootaloo indicated that they had reached their destination by pointing a hoof at one of the houses on the corner of that intersection.

“Well… this is it,” she started before biting her lip as she gauged Sweetie’s reaction which consisted nothing more than a poker face. “Mom says this house is super cheap to pay the bills for because of how run down it is and because of the neighborhood. It’s also about the same distance between our homes as the last house… just in a different direction, so that’s a plus right?”

Sweetie Belle turned her head towards her friend’s pseudo-enthusiastic expression and let her own match it.

“Anyway, if you come inside, I can give you the… grand-tour,” said Scootaloo, leading her friend through the entry way.

Now inside, Sweetie Belle moved her head around to take in the new sight. Scootaloo wasn’t kidding when she said ‘run down’. The walls were covered in dents and scratches, the paint had faded into a dull, lackluster color, the carpet in the entry room was a seemingly un-matching color that was covered in various unknown and probably irremovable stains. To top it all off, Sweetie Belle’s nose cowered at the detection of a strong and mostly unpleasant smell coming from who-knows where. Decorating the area there consisted mostly of old furniture that belonged to their family at their old house, and not much else. There was also the fact that this was just the entry area of the home. There were still more areas to be seen.

“This is our entry way and living room. As you can see, there isn’t much to talk about... nothing very positive anyway,” started Scootaloo, leading her friend through an archway leading to the kitchen. Inside, Sky Flyer was busy organizing some of their old kitchenware into the few, worn-down cupboards that were barely clinging on to the wall behind them with some rusty nails. She sighed before she turned and noticed that her daughter had already returned home and with Sweetie Belle.

“Oh, it’s good to see you Sweetie Belle. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Sky Flyer,” confirmed Sweetie Belle.

“That’s good. Anyway, I’ll leave you two be for now, as I’d imagine Scootaloo’s giving the grand tour of our new… living space, am I right?” she asked looking at her daughter, forcing a smile. Scootaloo nodded modestly and continued with her explanation of the kitchen.

“This is our kitchen. As you can see, once again, there isn’t much to talk about, I mean, it’s a kitchen for Celestia’s sake, what is there to talk about?” Scootaloo noticed that she was getting a bit emotional and she took a moment to calm down. Sky Flyer didn’t say a word, understanding her daughter’s reaction completely. After letting Sweetie Belle take in the sights a bit more, they walked through a different archway which led to a small hallway. Scootaloo pointed to a door directly to the right of the archway.

“This is where all the heating equipment is kept. I’m surprised it all still works,” said Scootaloo opening the door briefly so Sweetie Belle could look inside briefly. Not finding anything particularly interesting, Sweetie Belle turned around and looked down the hallway. On the left wall, there consisted of a few old photographs of Scootaloo and her parents before any of this craziness happened. On the right, there were two doors separated by a small closet in the middle and at the end of the hallway there was another door. Scootaloo showed Sweetie Belle what was behind each door one by one.

She opened the first door and it revealed a cramped up bathroom with a single sink, a toilet and a shower/bath combination. The shower curtain was nothing more than a plain white sheet. Scootaloo said nothing about this one, considering it to be self-explanatory at this point. They continued down the hallway.

“This closet here just holds random things we need storage for, and these next two doors are my room and the master bedroom for my mom,” said Scootaloo, opening both doors thus letting Sweetie Belle get a peek at the mostly white themed rooms, though Scootaloo’s had her usual posters and old toy chest. Before Sweetie could do anything else however, she found herself being dragged into the Pegasus’s room with the door being closed behind her.

“So, that’s pretty much it… oh I guess there’s one sort of new thing. See this box in my closet here? I’ve decided to start keeping a collection of useful or interesting things I find around town. I also keep my scooter in this closet when it’s not in use. Normally I would keep it outside, but I don’t trust this neighborhood,” explained Scootaloo. Finally she turned around in an attempt to gauge her friend’s final reaction. “So… what do you think?”

“O-h, it’s nice… I mean it’s a place to live,” stuttered Sweetie Belle.

“You don’t have to be polite, Sweetie, I know this place is a hunk of junk, and I’m still not used to that smell even though I’ve been here for a few days already.”

Sweetie Belle let those words simmer in her mind for a moment. Suddenly, a light bulb went off and her expression brightened.

“Hey, Scoots, I have an idea. Just wait around here for a little bit and I’ll be back in a few hours!” she said, earning a curious look from the other filly. Sweetie Belle then left in a gallop. Scootaloo followed her until they reached the entrance.

“Be careful, who knows who’s lurking around here?” she called watching Sweetie Belle run down the long road before finally making it to the corner and disappearing from sight.

A few minutes later Sweetie Belle burst through the front door of the boutique, panting from the long run she just had.

“Rarity!”

***
A few hours later…

Sweetie Belle knocked on Scootaloo’s door and a few moments later it was answered by the Pegasus in question. Scootaloo took a few moments to take in the sight before her and just stood in awe at the vast number and variety of ponies that were standing on her doorstep.

“Surprise!” yelled Sweetie Belle, forming a smile from ear to ear. “I felt bad that you and your mom had to live in such poor conditions. So, me and Rarity went around town and found lots of ponies that want to help fix this place up!” explained Sweetie Belle.

In reaction, Scootaloo still stood frozen with her mouth gaping open in surprise. A few moments later, Sky Flyer walked in from the kitchen and noticed the scene.

“What… what’s going on here?” she asked, to which, Sweetie Belle reiterated her explanation, and at that, Sweetie Belle commanded the crowd to start getting busy while she herself went inside to help the two inhabitants come to terms with what was going on. It took a little while, but Scootaloo and Sky Flyer soon came to from their surprise comas and in unison they began crying tears of joy before forming a group hug with the young unicorn.

“Sweetie Belle! This is beyond amazing! You’re like one of the most amazing ponies in all of Equestria,” cried Scootaloo, squeezing her even tighter than she had ever done before. Unfortunately for the unicorn, this was a little much.

“Ugh… you guys… I… I can’t breathe!” she gasped, starting to turn purple. Immediately, the mother and daughter released their grip so they wouldn’t accidentally kill their savior. Finally free, Sweetie took a deep breath and her cheeks returned to their normal, soft whiteness.

For the next few hours, Rarity, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Sky Flyer all directed and assisted the volunteers throughout the house, pointing out things that needed to be fixed or replaced. One yellow, male unicorn was able to use his special talent to cast a spell that could find the source to any smell and eventually, they were able to locate a few small patches of mold growing in the walls. These patches were promptly cleaned up or removed by a couple of construction ponies depending on how severe the damage was.

Other groups went around fixing weak or broken walls and floors with their carpentry skills and others brought in some paint to lather fresh coats onto the walls. There were even some ponies that had a surplus of extra carpet that complimented nicely with the freshly painted walls.

Finally, the work was complete and the group of ponies gathered in main entry room to wrap things up and admire their hard work. While the space was still somewhat small, the quality of the handiwork was enough to make it not matter too much. Everything in the home felt fresh and new; no smell (besides fresh paint and carpet), no interior damage, just a relaxing, clean, and somewhat modern place that Scootaloo and Sky Flyer could call their home.

“I… don’t know how I could possibly thank you all enough…” started Sky Flyer, unable to control her tears of joy.

“Don’t mention it, dear. When Sweetie Belle here told me about how run down this place was, I dropped what I was doing and helped her find this simply amazing group of volunteers here,” said Rarity, earning a mumbling of agreement from the volunteers.

“Anyway, after a long day of work, I’m sure you to would like some peace to enjoy your new living space. Come on every pony, our work here is done; you too Sweetie Belle.” At that, all the ponies started filing out of the house after making their final good byes. Finally it was just Rarity and Sweetie Belle left, and they were just about to make their final farewell for the night when Scootaloo suddenly spoke up.

“Wait! I know it’s getting kind of late but… could Sweetie Belle maybe sleep over here tonight?” Sweetie Belle’s ears perked up at the suggestion and nodded her head swiftly before looking at her sister with pleading eyes.

“Well… I guess considering the circumstances it would be alright with me, just as long as it’s alright with Sky Flyer...”

“Of course she can stay the night! I’d be honored to house her after she did such a huge favor for us!” exclaimed Sky Flyer.

“Well then, I guess I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow, Sweetie Belle,” said Rarity, smiling as she watched the two fillies bouncing up and down from excitement.

After Rarity left, the two fillies went to Scootaloo’s room to hang out for the time being while Sky Flyer made an extra special dinner for them all including fresh vegetables, fruit, rolls, stir fry and a cookies for dessert. After dinner, Scootaloo grabbed Sweetie Belle’s hoof and dragged her to the front door. This made Sweetie Belle curious.

“Thanks for the dinner, mom. I wanted to do something special with Sweetie Belle before the sun goes down. I promise we won’t be out too late.”

“Yeah, thanks for the dinner, miss!” said Sweetie Belle, making sure to also give her thanks.

“You’re welcome! Have fun girls!” Sky flyer replied cheerfully.

Finally outside, Sweetie Belle trotted by Scootaloo’s side in the direction that led back to town. As it was late in the evening, and despite the gloomy nature of the neighborhood, the entirety of Ponyville was cast in a shiny orange glow as Celestia lowered the sun towards the horizon as usual. After a few moments walking in silence, Sweetie Belle spoke up.

“Hey… where are we going?”

“Somewhere special,” Scootaloo replied bluntly, though still in a kind way.

It took around half an hour to get there, but eventually, Scootaloo led the anticipation filled unicorn through a tree-surrounded path way to a tall hill near Sweet Apple Acres that was covered in mostly grass and topped with a single, large tree at the top. Finally making it to the peak of the hill, Sweetie Belle gasped as she saw the view. She could see almost all of Ponyville and a lot of the land beyond that, and if that weren’t enough, the sun was still low in the sky illuminating everything in its brilliance. The view was absolutely astonishing.

“This hill is where my parents used to always take me when they were still together and I was a really young filly,” explained Scootaloo solemnly, recalling the nostalgic memories. “Isn’t the view just amazing?”

“It is beautiful,” remarked Sweetie Belle, voice shaking in awe. A few moments passed and the two fillies sat on their haunches side by side watching the sun gradually descend in the sky, thus increasing the orange hue of their surroundings. Suddenly, Scootaloo made a move.

While Sweetie wasn’t looking, she managed to scoot herself even closer to her target before becoming directly adjacent. Finally near enough, she leaned into the unicorn and rested her head on her shoulder. Sweetie made a slight jump upon contact, and after taking a moment to realize what Scootaloo was doing, she used her front hooves to pull the now blushing Pegasus into a strong cuddle.

“Sweetie Belle…” she whispered, her little heart beginning to throb at an uncontrollably high rate. Sweetie Belle however was relatively calm and continued to view the sunset. “You truly are amazing Sweetie Belle… I don’t know where I would be if we hadn’t met at that playground…” Sweetie Belle smiled.

“Well, I suppose it was just fate. It’s amazing how close we are, hanging out so often, sharing secrets, helping solve each other’s problems. Yeah, we’re pretty much as close as sisters.” Upon hearing that last word, Scootaloo gave a small jolt.

“Yeah… sisters…” she whispered with a hint of forced enthusiasm.

A few more minutes passed and the two embracing fillies watched as the sun finally made it to the horizon thus revealing the darkness that loomed beyond it. By now, the moon was visible on the other end of the sky and the stars were starting to appear one by one. Suddenly, Scootaloo pulled herself out of Sweetie Belles hooves and turned towards her.

“Sweetie Belle… could you maybe…” started Scootaloo, who was now starting to blush furiously. A few more moments passed as Scootaloo fought to say the words she wanted to say.

“Yeah?” encouraged Sweetie Belle, being patient for her friend.

“Could you maybe lay down on your back for me?” This earned a confused expression from the unicorn, but she was still happy to oblige. She flopped over and onto her back into the soft, lush grass below. Her tail laid limp and to the side thus causing her to naively reveal a very, special place on her body to the Pegasus. Satisfied with the view, Scootaloo gently placed a hoof on Sweetie Belle’s filly hood and kept it there for a moment to gauge her reaction. Admittedly, it wasn’t exactly what she expected.

“What are you doing?” asked Sweetie Belle with confusion, not seeming to react at all to the gesture whether positive or negative.

“I heard from somewhere that this is something you do when you really, really like some pony,” explained Scootaloo with a small smile and a few extra sparkles in her eyes. At that, she began to use her hooves to rub and explore Sweetie’s vagina. Upon hearing the explanation and feeling the sensations that Scootaloo’s hoof was causing, Sweetie Belle smiled from ear to ear and started giggling a little bit.

“Scootaloo, that tickles!” she complained playfully. Scootaloo giggled in return.

After a few more moments of this, Sweetie Belle got up and gently nudged Scootaloo, indicating that she should get on her back, and that it was her turn. Upon receiving this message, Scootaloo’s breathing sped up to twice its normal speed and her wings had spread as far out as possible. A moment later, Scootaloo herself was now lying in the grass and she had already spread her legs and moved her tail for Sweetie.

Seeing her Pegasus friend this way caused her to blush and after preparing herself, she gingerly placed her right hoof on Scootaloo’s somewhat moist filly hood. It was smooth and firm to the touch, as well as being a bit sticky. But Sweetie Belle didn’t mind. She could tell Scootaloo really liked doing this, and while she was confused about it a little bit, she found to be enjoying it as well. Sweetie Belle copied Scootaloo’s previous motions, moving her hoof back and forth, up and down around her vulva, and briefly on her little, sensitive nub at the top. Touching this caused Scootaloo to jolt a bit and release a gasp.

A few minutes later, Sweetie Belle turned her head and watched as the sun finally completed its descent and the world that was just previously a brilliant orange was now shadowed in darkness.

“Crap, we better get back to your place. If we’re out too long after dark, your mom will be worried,” said Sweetie Belle, quickly moving her hoof away from Scootaloo. This caused the Pegasus to sigh in disappointment.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Scootaloo agreed sadly. At that, she forced herself to get back up onto her hooves and the two fillies started descending the hill. A few feet down, Scootaloo surprised Sweetie Belle by giving her a quick peck on her soft, marshmallow-like cheek causing both of them to blush. But overall, her reaction was positive.

“That’s for making me feel good back there,” explained Scootaloo. Even though she couldn’t really fly much, at that moment, she felt like she was soaring through the clouds, and her heart banged against her ribcage in absolute joy.

“That felt good? No wonder you were acting all funny,” said Sweetie Belle giving a little chuckle.

“What, didn’t it feel good for you too?”

“Now that you mention it, it kind of did. It seemed to tickle more than feel good though. Maybe we can try it a little more when we get back to your place?”

“Sounds good to me!” said Scootaloo, now with both fillies finally making it onto the main road which eventually led back to the newly refurbished home.

***
Back to the present time…

“And… that’s what all happened. A few months later, we met you apple filly, we formed the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and the rest is history. It’s a bit strange to think about again, and I can’t believe I managed to overlook all the signs. It’s no mystery why she loves me so much, and I’ve been so oblivious to it all until now. I mean, up until the recent events, I just considered her a sister of some sort. I’m kind of worried now. What if I don’t actually love her that way? What if that dumb mushroom somehow made it so I felt that way towards her? What if what I actually felt for her before this dumb curse made me into mares wasn’t really the “feel good” kind of love? I mean yeah, I know I cared for her but… romantically? I’m so confused,” finished Sweetie Belle.

For the next few moments, there was silence. Apple Bloom had dry tear marks on her cheeks from the more depressing parts of the story and Rarity merely looked at the floor letting the emotion settle in. While she knew about what happened for the most part, that last bit with the hill was completely new information.

“I don’t know if I really should have told you that last little bit considering how personal it is, but it seemed important as that memory has a ton of clues towards her attraction towards me.”

“That’s quite alright Sweetie Belle. Even… I had some quite similar experiences as a filly,” admitted Rarity.

“Well… now Ah understand. Ah had no idea there was so much that happened between you two before we met.” A few more moments passed in silence before Sweetie Belle thought of something important.

“Hey, could you maybe go check on Scootaloo right now? I’m kind of worried about her. I could also use some more time to think by myself.”

“Actually, Ah was thinkin’ on doin’ the same thing. Ah’ll go check up on her and come back later to tell ya how she’s doin’, okay Sweetie Belle?”

“Sounds like a plan,” confirmed the unicorn.

At that, both ponies in the hallway got up and made their way to their destinations, Rarity’s being her sewing room and Apple Bloom’s being Scootaloo’s place.

***

It was almost 10pm that night and there was still no sign of Apple Bloom.

“Gahhh, I think I’ve had plenty of time to think. Now I’m just BORED!” complained Sweetie Belle who was lying upside down off the edge of her bed. By now, she had already exhausted all her solo fun having methods like books, toys and games that could be played alone and her solitude was really having a toll on the filly.

*KNOCK KNO-*

“THAT HAS TO BE HER!” screamed Sweetie after the noise of the door knocking downstairs finally rang through the boutique. Rarity did her best to rush to the door and open it, revealing a slightly exhausted looking, young apple filly.

“Golly… I finally made it,” she remarked walking straight past the concerned looking elder sister. Together, just as they had done that morning, they walked up the stairs towards Sweetie Belle’s room to confront the poor, confined filly.

“Ah’m back, Sweetie Belle,” announced Apple Bloom before seating herself on the floor near the door.

“So? What’s the scoop? How’s… Scootaloo?” asked Sweetie Belle, unsure if maybe she had brought the Pegasus along but was also willing to bet that wasn’t the case.

“She’s… somethin’,” she started with fatigue stressing her vocal chords, “When Ah got there, she was a totally depressed’ mess. Ah mean, Ah feel bad for her and all, but she wanted me to stay there with her all day, most of the time being there for her to have a shoulder to cry on. Ah wasn’t able to leave until she finally fell asleep about a half hour ago.” Sweetie Belle sighed, though she quickly perked up when a question hit her.

“Did you maybe ask about her feelings towards me?”

“Ah didn’t need to. Most of the time Ah was there, she was telling me about how betrayed she felt and how much she had loved ya’ll. What you did must’ve been real bad in her eyes if it could make such a big tom colt act this way.” Sweetie Belle sighed again.

“Well, if Twilight doesn’t come up with a plan by tomorrow, we’re supposed to make me have sex with some pony again. She says that if I do it enough, this thing will have enough power to escape me, therefore it will no longer be my problem specifically. I really hope that I can fix things once this is all over with.”

“Do you want me to be there for you when you do that?”

“I would love that,” said Sweetie Belle smiling. “Anyway, you sound really tired, apple filly. Maybe you should get home and have some rest. Come back here at around 9 o clock-ish.

“Okay, see ya tomorrow. Try to get some sleep,” said Apple Bloom before finally making her way down the stairs and out the door. Finally, Rarity spoke up.

“Do you really want to go through with this, Sweetie Belle?”

“Well, if Twilight can’t help us in any other way, I guess it’s worth a try. Goodnight, sis.”

“Good night,” replied Rarity before making her way towards her own bedroom to retire for the night.

Author's Notes:

Whew! That one was a long one and it actually took me a few days to write. What a coincidence that I was able to get it out exactly a week later from the last chapter. Anyway, I may need another short break from writing so that I can recover. I'll try to not make the wait 3 or so months again though, lol.

As always, comments are always greatly appreciated!

Chapter IX - Feeding the Beast

Sweetie Belle was walking down some unknown dirt pathway in some unknown location in Ponyville. She pondered to herself and tried to remember where she was then, where she was going and for what reason, but no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not recall the thought, nor recognize her surroundings. She somehow knew it was Ponyville… but WHERE in Ponyville? However, it didn’t take long for this confusion to dissipate as a voice coming from her left startled her thus shifting her focus to the voice’s owner.

“Please take me back, Sweetie Belle!” it cried. Blinking her eyes in a successful attempt at clearing her blurry vision, she stopped walking and gave a little gasp upon realization as to who it was: the colt from the fantasy she had last Thursday!

She shifted her eyes around his entire body taking in the sight: from his rugged coltish hooves to his wide-eyed pleading face. It was him alright.

“Uhhmm…” muttered Sweetie Belle, feeling her heartbeat speed up in her chest as she tried to figure out a way to respond.

The two young ponies stared and stared into each other’s eyes, their breathing heavy and cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. A thick drop of sweat rolled down Sweetie’s brow before being absorbed into the dirt below. Finally after a few more moments of silence, the colt spoke up again.

“Please, Sweetie Belle. I… I love you!” he begged, getting closer to Sweetie and taking one of her hooves in his. This caused Sweetie to finally look away and for reasons unknown to her, she smiled.

“Ok...” she chimed gleefully at a rather loud volume considering how close her colt friend was to her.

“What!? Why would I say that? I don’t even know what’s going on,” Sweetie Belle thought to herself. But that was only the beginning as she suddenly felt as though she were a puppet on strings and unable to control her actions. If that wasn’t bad enough, the enthusiasm that she and the colt were showing was kind of creepy and surreal… as if something was seriously wrong, but no pony cared. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before her thoughts themselves were also consumed into this strange hypnotism and thus she forgot her worries.

“So! What do ya say we…” started the colt before Sweetie gently placed a hoof on his lips to shush him before closing her eyes, and pushing her face in for a thick, sloppy, kiss.

Their lips mingled and tongues meandered in a futile attempt to explore each other’s oral cavities thoroughly and entirely. The mixture of saliva transferred back and forth between their mouths mixing into a thick batch of erotic residue that ended up with some dribbling down their chins and into the dirt below and the rest draining down into their throats.

Finally having run out of air, each pony pulled back thus revealing a thin string of saliva which only survived for a moment before snapping in half.

Gasping, Sweetie felt the area around her change into something new and upon observation she found that they were no longer on a random dirt path, but in a large grassy field surrounded by trees in the distance. There were loads of bright, colorful flowers and the grass was greener than she had ever seen before. Shuffling her hooves a bit, she noticed the grass was extremely soft, and it was almost as though it was begging her to lay on it.

Sweetie then looked back into the eyes of her colt friend and they softly smiled at each other for a brief moment before the colt’s expression suddenly changed to one of lust. As if acting on instinct Sweetie Belle returned this expression and it was then confirmed that they both knew what was about to happen.

The colt sat down on his haunches before rolling onto his back and revealing to the young unicorn a massive, throbbing erection. Sweetie Belle didn’t say a word, but her blush and huff of erotic breath blowing out her nose was more than a sufficient reaction. Slowly, Sweetie Belle inched her face towards it in an attempt to tease her colt friend before finally nuzzling it affectionately. Though she barely did anything, the colt resonated a small grunt of pleasure which made Sweetie Belle let out a small chuckle to herself.

Finally finished with her teasing, Sweetie used her hooves to rub her partner’s member up and down causing a lust-filled gasp of pleasure with each stroke from the receiver. A few moments later, Sweetie added to the sensation by running her tongue up and down the back of his cock starting from the frenulum, moving down to the bottom of his scrotum and returning along that path.

Suddenly, an echoed voice from her memory bellowed throughout the meadow:

“The next stage after that is called intercourse, which is where the male pony, whose penis is now fully erect, puts his penis inside the female’s vagina.” It was Twilight’s voice of course, but in Sweetie’s state of unawareness, it really didn’t matter whose voice it was. Upon looking into each other’s eyes for a moment, they both felt an unexplained, instinctive urge to follow those instructions. After finishing up with one long lick from the bottom of the shaft to the top, Sweetie Belle got up onto her hooves, turned around and bent over for the colt. Looking back sensually, she watched his reactions as she swung her tail back and forth, teasing her sopping wet genitals and making his penis twitch with anticipation.

Finally unable to hold himself any longer, the colt got up from his back and approached the awaiting, horny filly. Upon reaching her, he used one hoof to push aside her tail before diving his nose in and taking in the steamy aroma of his lover’s vaginal fluids thus causing his body to shudder from head to hoof. Once satisfied with her scent, he mounted her and began working on aiming his rock hard erection into her soaking wet hole.

“I want you to buck me really, really hard and fill me with your cum!” moaned Sweetie Belle in the most sensual voice she could muster. The colt merely nodded to this request and Sweetie braced herself as the colt prodded his member against her entrance. Finally full contact had been made and Sweetie closed her eyes and focused on the pleasurable sensation of him pushing and fighting his way inside of her. Slowly and surely, his penis entered deeper and deeper, thoroughly penetrating her virgin walls and eventually bottoming out at her cervix. Sweetie let out a gasp of pleasure and opened her eyes… only to be surprised to find another familiar face standing there before her.

Right there watching them both, was none other than her orange, Pegasus friend: Scootaloo. Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears and she was clearly tremoring with shock, rage and betrayal. Finally she let out a scream, one that sounded very similar to the one she had made that previous Monday.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” The words struck through Sweetie Belle like lightning and for a moment the sensations that were just previously described as pleasure quickly turned into severe emotional pain. Finally, only just a moment later, Sweetie Belle woke up in her bed, covered in sweat and gasping for air.

After taking a few moments to recover, she looked around her room. Two major observations were made: the bright glow of the warm spring sun shone through her window and there was a great deal of her vaginal fluid leaking out from between her legs, thus confirming that it was now morning and that she was indeed aroused during her sleep. Quickly turning her head towards her clock, she found out that it was just around 9am in the morning.

“Oh crap. Apple Bloom will be here at any minute!” she thought as her heart skipped a beat upon her mind defogging itself and realizing that fact. Hurriedly, Sweetie Belle jumped from her covers, tidied herself up and got ready for what was sure to be an interesting day.

Just as she had finished doing her mane did her ears perk up to her own bedroom door knocking.

“Sweetie Belle, I brought you your breakfast. Also, do you have to use the restroom at all?” called Rarity through the door.

“Thanks, sis, and no, I don’t need to use it.” Sweetie put her brush down and once again they worked together to get her breakfast to her without any incidents. About half way through her breakfast, yet another knocking sound was heard only it was much quieter as it was coming from downstairs. Upon realizing that her friend had most likely arrived, she began to chew and swallow her food much faster in order to make sure no time was wasted. Finally, she listened as the front door was opened by Rarity. Their greetings were actually a bit too quiet for her to quite make out who it was, but she had a feeling she’d find out soon enough as the soft clip-clop of their hooves got louder over time indicating their approach.

“Sweetie Belle, it’s me, and Princess Twilight’s here too!” called Apple Bloom through the door.

“Hey, you guys… how’s it going?” inquired Sweetie Belle.

“Ah’m alright… but Twilight looks as though she hasn’t slept in quite some time…” replied Apple Bloom who looked over to the Princess upon mentioning her. Twilight rubbed her eyes and gave a small yawn before giving her explanation.

“I stayed up almost all night, reading and analyzing, studying and researching… yet I couldn’t find a single thing that could possibly come close to fixing our problem here,” Twilight rubbed her bloodshot eyes again and paused for a moment before turning to Rarity for a request, “boy am I tired. Rarity, could you possibly go make me some coffee?”

“Sure thing, darling,” said Rarity as she made her way towards the kitchen. There was silence as the three ponies waited for Rarity to return, which only took about five minutes. When she returned to the hallway, Twilight took the hot mug in her magic and took a sip before continuing her explanation.

“So, as you said Rarity, since I couldn’t find any other possible solution, I guess we need to go on with my plan.”

“Sigh. I guess it can’t be helped…”

“So anyway, how are we going to do this?” asked Apple Bloom out loud as Twilight took a much longer gulp of her coffee. She pondered for a moment before replying.

“Well, Sweetie’s gotta have sex with some pony.” The bold utterance of that statement made Rarity’s stomach churn a little. She still wasn’t really used to anything that combined her sister with sex. Regardless, she knew she had to stay strong. As though she were proving that statement, she asked yet another important question.

“But… with who? Sweetie Belle, with whom do you want to have sex with?” Sweetie Belle, who had been wordless for quite some time, was taken aback by the question.

“I… I… uh…” she stuttered before being interrupted by her apple filly friend.

“By the way… what exactly is the deal with ‘sex’? Scootaloo told me what ya’ll did a few nights back, but Ah’m still not sure Ah quite get it yet, and by ‘it’, Ah mean the specifics. Is it kinda like what the animals on the farm do sometimes where it looks like they’re wrestlin’? ” At that sudden question, all three other ponies within ear shot face-hoofed.

“I forgot that you’re still not quite in line with us in that regard…” groaned Twilight.

“Er… maybe we should let Applejack do the explaining?” suggested Rarity. Suddenly, Twilight’s fatigued eyes lit up and she smiled thus indicating she had thought up something amusing.

“Maybe… just maybe… we could knock out two birds with one stone, so to speak, by having Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom have sex!”

“What?!?!” cried Apple Bloom, her cheeks almost instantly matching her mane color, “But what about Scootaloo? I don’t want to betray her, especially as one of her best friends.”

“And I’m not really feeling like I want to have sex with a filly again right now. Like… the thought of it is really kind of unappealing… There’s also the problem where by the time I get within a couple feet of apple filly, she’ll already be squirming around on the ground and I’ll have to do all the work,” said Sweetie Belle, adding to the overall reaction. Twilight pondered the reaction for a moment before continuing.

“I know you guys have concerns about it, but… maybe we could get it to work. You’ll only have to do it until if and when we can get this thing to power up enough to escape or if it fails entirely… Also, about Scootaloo, I know it’ll be hard to deal with that, but you know, it’s kind of critical we do something soon. I say we just go ahead with the plan and deal with her later.” After Twilight finished her thoughts, there was a lot of silence as the group pondered about the situation. Finally Apple Bloom broke the silence.

“Ah… guess Ah could give it a go… if it’s for Sweetie Belle’s sake…” Fighting her fatigue, Twilight beamed a smile.

“Splendid! Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Oh, Celestia. We’re really going to do this?” asked Rarity. This rhetorical question was left unanswered as Twilight began to detail how it would all go down.

“So... since Sweetie Belle will have to do all the work, since Apple Bloom will not be able to move very intelligently on account of the side effects of the parasite, I say we should blind Apple Bloom instead of Sweetie Belle this time so that Sweetie can use her eyes to make this all easier. First, Rarity and I will take the precautions to prevent us from being affected once we open the door, and Apple Bloom will go inside Sweetie’s room and try to get onto her bed before she’s overcome by her magical orgasm. Then… well, it’s all up to you Sweetie Belle.” At that final comment, Sweetie Belle blushed and felt her heart rate speed up. The more she thought about what was about to happen, the more her stomach churned and nauseous she felt. She, quite honestly, didn’t want to do this at all, but she figured most of the revulsion was caused by what was inside her and she focused on fighting it off just as the door handle started to glow in Twilight’s magic.

“Ok, Sweetie Belle, get as far away as you can from the path to your bed and your bed itself so Apple Bloom will hopefully be able to make it there before anything happens. Tell me when you’re ready,” said Twilight. Sweetie Belle quickly did as she was told, making sure to stand in the farthest corner of her room from her bed. Her voice shook a little as she said the next words.

“O… okay… I’m ready!”

At that, Twilight’s magic turned the handle to her door and it slowly opened.

“Okay, Apple Bloom, just walk directly forward and you will run into the back of her bed,” said Rarity.

“Okay…” replied Apple Bloom who then began to slowly walk forward with her right-front hoof held out forwards as to prevent herself from smacking her head on Sweetie’s bedposts as, from what Sweetie could now already see, she was blindfolded with another of Twilight’s magical blindfolds.

“Just a few more steps till you reach my… oh!” said Sweetie Belle before her horn suddenly sparked to life in gray and a slight pain started bolting through her nervous system. The distance simply wasn’t great enough once Apple Bloom reached the end of her bed and before the little apple filly could react, she was already on the ground twitching in pleasure as the control to her muscles was taken away from her.

“Nnnng, Sweetie… help me get into your bed. Ah’m… not gonna do this on the floor.” Just outside the now closed door to the room, Twilight face-hoofed.

“You gotta try and hurry Sweetie Belle. Having an orgasm that’s too long could really exhaust and even dehydrate her.”

“Okay, okay!” cried Sweetie, who now was panicking a little from that statement. She walked up to Apple Bloom and she used her front hooves to drag her around to the side of her bed leaving a trail of filly juices. Then, the two fillies worked together in pulling her up onto the mattress. Finally, Sweetie Belle hopped up onto her bed, rolled Apple Bloom onto her back and spread her spasming hind legs. This revealed her soaking wet and swollen genitals to the unicorn, which made her gulp in nervousness.

“Okay… get on wi-th it! Ah don’t know how much more of this Ah can take!” moaned Apple Bloom.

“Uh… uh… what should I do?” inquired Sweetie Belle, unable to think clearly from the pressured situation.

“You need to perform a sexual act with her and have an orgasm! Let’s see… uh… try having her eat you out!” suggested Twilight.

“Wha-?” was all Apple Bloom could mutter before she was greeted by the marshmallow filly’s completely dry filly-hood right in front of her face before Sweetie lowered her back end into her muzzle. While the thought of what she was doing was still quite revolting to her, she had to admit that the heated breaths and moisture coming from her mouth and nostrils was quite an inviting sensation to her pussy.

“Now… you need to lick and suck on this,” instructed Sweetie Belle. Nervously, Apple Bloom complied. She opened her mouth and suctioned on Sweetie Belle’s pussy. Internally, she used her tongue to randomly explore her friend’s crevices, going up and down and in circles thus causing her to pick up the mildly sweet taste of her friend. All the while, Apple Bloom’s involuntary moans from her continuous orgasm added highly stimulating vibrations to the overall experience.

“H-hey… this isn’t that bad... T-try licking around the top area more.” Once again, Apple Bloom, who just wanted to get this over with, complied without complaint. She focused her tongue, licking in circles, on Sweetie’s little nub. This earned a few gasps of mild pleasure from Sweetie Belle.

“M-maybe… I can… finally… go back to normal… soon…” huffed Sweetie Belle through her breaths.

Unfortunately for them… this was only able to continue on for a few more seconds before her horn shined an even brighter gray and snapped with a loud bang. This caused a massive, yet brief, wave of pain to shoot throughout Sweetie’s body, and in fear she reflexively pulled back from Apple Bloom’s tongue. Both the bang and the wave of pain surprised her quite a bit, causing her to lose her balance and actually fall off her bed and land on her back. That did not help with the pain at all.

“What *huff* happened?” questioned Apple Bloom confusedly through her pants.

“You need to get out of my room! Uh, princess, could you maybe try and help us out here?”

“I’ll try. Get to the farthest corner from the door and tell me when you’re ready.” Sweetie quickly complied and informed the princess that she was indeed ready. Over the course of about five seconds, Twilight skillfully cast her magic to open her door and levitate the still climaxing filly off Sweetie’s bed and out into the hallway before gently setting her down on the floor. Finally out of Sweetie’s vicinity, Sweetie’s horn stopped shining its gray color and Apple Bloom gave one final moan before lying still except for her chest going up and down as she gasped for air. Her genitals, which were quite obviously put onto display for the Princess and Rarity, who quickly turned away at the sight, were swollen in arousal and dripping with her filly juices.

“Ah… think Ah need a while to recover…” she managed to gasp out.

Once that was all over, Twilight gave a large sigh of both relief and annoyance.

“Well… that didn’t work at all,” she muttered to herself.

“I actually fell off my bed and hurt my flank and back a little bit,” reported Sweetie Belle who was now once again resting on her bed.

“It’s not like we didn’t learn anything from that though. Now we know that if Sweetie Belle doesn’t want to have sex with some pony, then we can’t make her do it for the sake of feeding the parasite more,” commented Rarity.

“I think the same,” agreed Twilight.

“Uh, there’s also the issue were Ah’m only very slightly more educated ‘bout sex now. So much for knocking out two birds with one stone.”

“Uh… yeah. That part was kind of a joke on my part,” started Twilight eyeing the unamused reactions of the other two ponies and reacting with a sheepish smile “Of course you can’t really get a proper education like that but… well, we all learned something new, so that’s good, right?”

“You just wanted to make the fillies have sex with each other to fulfill some perverted fantasy, didn’t you?” dead-panned Rarity. Not confirming or denying anything, Twilight scratched a random place on her head before attempting to change the subject.

“Anyway… we’re kinda getting off track here. We should be focusing on our next course of action.”

“Sweetie Belle, do you have any ideas as to whom you would like to have sex with?” asked Rarity turning to the door as though her sister were standing right there. There was a brief moment of silence as Sweetie Belle thought.

“Hmmm, I don’t seem to be all hot and bothered for anything right now like I was for mares, but… I did have a dream last night.”

“A dream? What about?” asked Twilight.

“Well, I was somewhere in Ponyville and there was this… colt and we uh, did stuff.”

“Aha, so maybe we should get you a colt then? As in, a male pony that is around your age?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t know which colt I’d like to do it with though since I don’t really know many as anything more than an acquaintance, much less a partner to do this kind of stuff.”

“Hmm, I don’t really know of any colts we could have come… help us with our little problem here. How about you Rarity?” asked Twilight turning to her friend.

“Not really. Most of the ponies I hang out with are female, and not to mention are also usually adults. I think Apple Bloom could think of some pony though?” Now seemingly recovered, though still kind of sweaty, Apple Bloom put a hoof to her chin to think for a moment. Suddenly she hopped up onto her hooves and beamed an excited smile.

“Ah know EXACTLY who we could get to do it. Ah know a certain colt from our class that has a bit of a crush on Sweetie Belle.”

“What?! You knew of some pony in our class that had a crush on me? Why didn’t you tell me?” screamed Sweetie Belle in surprise.

“He was very insistent that Ah don’t say a word. Ah even had him do some of mah farm chores in return for not spillin’ the secret.”

“Well, who is it?”

“It’s… well…you’ll find out soon enough. Anyway, Ah know where he lives, so let’s go get him! You hang tight in there, Sweetie Belle, and we’ll be right back with your new colt lover.”

“Hey, wait, don’t make me say your name, Apple Bloom!” retorted Sweetie Belle. Once again, her horn glowed and the usual effects took place. In reaction, Apple Bloom charged down the stairs, as her vaginal walls started to contract and bring great, though somewhat exhausting pleasure to her. It wasn’t until she made it to the bottom of the stairs that her legs once again began to fail her.

“Dang it, Sweetie Belle, don’t make me come and get revenge for what you did to me in there!” she cried out playfully up the stairs and past the two adult mares who were just then making their way down to the main floor.

“I’d like to see you try. You’d be on the ground moaning and leaking your juices all over my floor before you even got within three feet of me,” retorted Sweetie jovially.

“Now, now, that’s enough, girls,” said Rarity, sighing.

“Anyway, we’ll be back soon Sweetie Belle,” called out Apple Bloom just as the three ponies exited out the front door in the boutique.

“I hope so…” remarked Sweetie Belle to herself.

Now left in silence, Sweetie Belle spent the next few moments looking around her room, at the now dried stains of filly juice in her covers, and at her own filly hood.

“Yeesh, quite a bit has happened in such a short amount of time. We’re barely even through half of spring break,” Sweetie said aloud to herself. After, her thoughts turned to the mysterious colt she would be having sex with very soon and the imaginary colt she did stuff with in her dream. Her mind wandered and she imagined them both sitting right in front of her with both of their penises clearly visible and rock hard. They were thought up in as much detail her limited knowledge would allow and they twitched in anticipation as she stared at them in her imagination. Suddenly, she noticed that her filly hood was once again beginning to leak their juices, thus signaling horniness and she then knew that this was most likely going to be the correct next step in her journey with the parasite. For a moment, she got the urge to start masturbating a little bit, but knew that that probably wasn’t a good idea and for the next few minutes that the others were gone, she tried her hardest to focus on other things.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, when in reality it was only about 20 minutes, Apple Bloom, Twilight, Rarity and the mystery colt, who was being transported in Twilight’s magic bubble, went through the front door downstairs, the noise of which slightly startling Sweetie out of her fantasies, and the three ponies plus one made their way to the entrance to her room. Sweetie listened as she heard what she thought was a rather familiar voice.

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going? What in Equestria is going on?!” he cried with his young, though somewhat raspy voice.

“You’re about to find out! Trust me, I’m sure you’re really gonna like what’s about to happen…” chirped Apple Bloom teasingly.

“Let’s just get this over with,” groaned Rarity, which earned a serious nod from Twilight.

“Here, you’re gonna need to wear this blindfold,” said Twilight using her magic to cover his eyes. The mystery colt in question only continued to ramble randomly. “Are you ready, Sweetie Belle?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be”, confirmed the unicorn, who was now very wet and ready for her prey thanks to her fantasies.

At that, Twilight once again used her magic to open the door and she levitated the colt into her room and onto the middle of her bed. Sweetie Belle blinked for a few moments to get a good look at him. No way… it couldn’t have been him.

“So… the colt that had a crush on me… was Button Mash!?” screamed Sweetie Belle in shock.

“Surprise!” called out Apple Bloom before giggling at the situation.

“What? Is that you, Sweetie Belle?” asked Button Mash, who’s tone of voice went from confused and worried to a more shy and nervous one. “I thought I told you not to tell her, Apple Blo-!” Before he could finish his sentence, Sweetie's magic was already going to work throwing him into a sudden orgasm. His voice cracked a little from the surprise and Sweetie Belle, despite her shock, couldn't help but giggle.

“Trust me, what’s about to happen will well make up for that… Do your thing, Sweetie.” Once the initial shock wore off, Sweetie was more than happy to comply. Once the door had closed, she swiftly bounced onto her bed, and stood next to Button who was lying on his back and facing towards where Sweetie now was. Almost just as quickly, her horn began to activate itself and right before her eyes, Button’s exposed, stiff genitals which had already grown and grown to their full length, started to quiver and shake indicating the contractions that were taking place, the sight of which caused the unicorn to drool with lust. Once again, Button gasped as the new, indefinite orgasm rocketed through his young, coltish body. Sweetie watched in awe at her prey. Finally, as the horniness enveloped her mind and body, Sweetie Belle dove in.

She started by holding his member between her hooves. Slowly, she stroked them up and down and giggled to herself as she felt it quiver and shake from his contractions. Next she stuck out her tongue and started to lick it up and down his shaft and around his glands, making sure to cover as much of it as possible with her saliva.

“What… what are you doing to me, Sweetie Belle,” groaned Button between breaths.

“I’m licking your penis, Button Mash,” moaned Sweetie Belle as her horn shone slightly brighter thus layering on more pleasure for Button. Even though there were two layers of pleasure, Button Mash was already starting to tear up and he released the extra energy vocally in a loud groan of satisfaction. Suddenly, Sweetie Belle was taken by surprise and Button’s insides churned for a moment before launching a small stream of semen right onto the middle of Sweetie’s face. Although she slammed her eyes shut in reflex, Sweetie Belle continued licking as she felt a few more spurts of his colt juice plaster her nose, forehead, horn and mane. Once that finished, Sweetie Belle came up for air.

“Woah, Button, you just came on my face! I thought colts your age couldn’t do that yet,” said Sweetie with praise in her voice, and of course another burst of magic to add to Button’s pleasure. Once again, another small stream of semen ejaculated out with intense force, this time landing on his stomach. Suddenly, Twilight called in through the door.

“He ejaculated? At that age? How’s that possible?”

“I guess it happens when I say his name…”

“Interesting, I’ll keep note of that. Anyway, you need to stop fooling around and get to work on your own orgasm!”

“Alright, alright. Uh… this is my first time with a penis before. Should I try to put it inside me?”

“If you think you’re up to it. Just be sure to go slowly and don’t hurt yourself trying to fit it in.” Sweetie Belle grinned devilishly and whispered into the still quivering Button’s ear.

“I’m going to put you deep inside of me, Button Mash.” Quickly, before he could ejaculate again, Sweetie Belle got on top of him and began working on aiming his member into her hole, which just then got coated in a thick, white layer of cum, mixing in with her own. Button Mash merely braced himself for what was about to come, since the intense pleasure made it difficult to do anything, much less respond in an intelligent manner.

Using the slipperiness of the cum mixture to her aid, Sweetie Belle began sliding herself down onto Button’s colt-hood. It was a really tight fit, to say the least. It probably wouldn’t have gone in as far as it did if it weren’t for the lubrication. One inch deep, three inches deep, five inches deep and finally all six inches managed to fit inside her with a little bit of room to spare. During the penetration, there was only a mild discomfort which lasted only a short time.

“O-okay… he’s inside of me!” she called out, breathing heavily.

“Okay, now move his penis in and out of your vagina,” instructed Twilight.

Sweetie Belle then began to use her bottom legs to support herself and bounce up and down on Button, who merely laid there in a daze, though he did grunt or gasp every now and then. In an attempt to spice up their copulation even more, Sweetie Belle decided to use the same technique she used with Scootaloo.

“Button Mash! Button Mash! Button Mash! Button Mash! Button Mash! Button Mash!” This was more than enough to revitalize Button’s vocal cords, and he began to scream loud enough that it was probable the whole neighborhood could hear. Tears started pouring out his eyes as the few minutes he had been climaxing were really starting to take a toll on him. Internally, Sweetie Belle was rewarded with many powerful squirts of his seed lining her vaginal walls with loads of sticky goo. This only made it easier for her to slide him in and out of her insides. This was a good thing for Sweetie as she was now beginning to feel her own pleasure build up.

“O-okay. I think… I think I’m about to… cum!!!” she yelled a bit too loudly. There was no response from the hallway.

Finally, the cum-filled, sticky-faced, gasping-for-air unicorn filly received her reward. She slowed down her bouncing and began to focus on her body as her third climax bolted all throughout her body.

“Oh, Button Mash!!! I’m cumming!!! Button Mash, Button Mash, Button Mash!!!” she screamed as she was rewarded with loads more semen which ended up overflowing and drenching Button’s testicles. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly several times on Button’s penis and her own filly juices flooded out of her and were added to the thick, musty mixture of cum that was already there.

Finally after about 10 seconds, Sweetie Belle’s climax ended. Quickly, she lifted herself up and off of Button’s member, which ended up making a satisfying pop. Suddenly out of energy, Sweetie Belle laid out on the opposite side of her bed and looking down, saw more cum, whether from filly or colt, begin to drain out of her and into the sheets.

“Okay, I’ve *pant* finished! Give this guy a break!”

At that, the door opened quickly and Button was engulfed in a purple aurora, lifted out into the hallway and placed on the ground to be left panting and breathless as he finally was given relief from his constant orgasm. His mind was blank, and it looked as though he wouldn’t be able to speak properly for quite some time.

“Euughhh. Uh… looks like you guys had fun,” Apple Bloom said, commenting on Button’s sticky appearance.

Cautiously, the three ponies in the hallway looked inside, being extra careful not to look in Sweetie’s eyes, though when Sweetie saw this, she turned her gaze away and shut her eyes tight.

“It looks to me that you’re gonna need a bath…” remarked Apple Bloom, eyeing the sticky state of her friend’s genitals and face.

“I think I’m going to be sick…” said Rarity, who’s face immediately turned green and forced herself to look away.

“Oh my…” was all Twilight could say, whilst emanating a deep blush.

“Don’t you dare be thinking about my sister like that, Twilight.”

“What? No, I wasn’t! Honest!”

Apple Bloom face-hoofed on account of yet another quarrel between the two. Suddenly, upon looking at Sweetie, Apple Bloom gasped. Her horn was shining a new color this time: a dark, evil-looking black. It wasn’t long before Twilight noticed it too.

“Oh boy, Sweetie Belle, don’t panic, but your horn is glowing black now.”

“What?” exclaimed Sweetie in surprise. These comments were enough to cause Rarity to look back at her sister.

“Hmm, could this be it Twilight?” asked Rarity with a shaky voice.

“Possibly, but…”

Suddenly, Sweetie Belle’s horn exploded with a spherical blast of black magic and was accompanied by a loud bang. The magical field went right through the walls and the four ponies sitting out in the hall. But other than being a little shaken up, there didn’t seem to be any effects on any pony… any pony except Sweetie Belle.

Once the ringing in their ears had stopped, Sweetie Belle hopped up with sudden enthusiasm, despite her bodily state and with a slightly distorted voice bellowed out, “I NEED A STALLION, NOW!!!” At that, she hopped off her bed, out her door, down the stairs and out the front door before any of the other ponies could react. It also didn’t help that when Sweetie got near them that all of them were taken by their own crippling climaxes. Unable to do anything else, they all spent the next few moments moaning and gasping in their own unique way. Finally, a few seconds of silence passed as they recovered and assessed the situation.

“Sigh, oh Celestia, I really needed that…” commented Twilight before blushing upon realization that she had essentially confirmed Rarity’s suspicions. Rarity, while taking note of this fact, decided to drop it for now, as there was a much more important issue at hand.

“What in Equestria are we going to do now?! How in Equestria are we going to stop something that makes us climax anytime we go near it?” cried out Rarity with evident worry in her voice.

“I… I…” started Twilight before taking several deep breaths, “Okay, uh… well… Apple Bloom, why don’t you help our friend Button Mash here get home, and Rarity and I will go run after Sweetie Belle.

“Uh… okay Ah guess,” said Apple Bloom, who began trying to get Button Mash up on his hooves. Not another word was said as both Rarity and Twilight began galloping out of the boutique in search of Sweetie Belle.

It was rather easy to find her; all they had to do was follow the trail of Ponyville civilians that were left on the ground panting or covered in their own sex juices. These ponies consisted of all types, Earth, Pegasus and Unicorn, filly, colt, mare, and even a few elderly, though coincidentally enough, none of them were stallion's. Finally, they were led to Ponyville Square which consisted of a large crowd of ponies running away from her in fear, thinking that she was some sort of monster out to get them. It was absolute chaos and the unicorn and the alicorn had to be careful not to run into any pony as they made their way to Sweetie Belle.

“Sweetie Belle! What are you doing!?? Come here!” cried out Rarity. Though Sweetie Belle was in ear shot, she didn’t seem to hear her sister and she continued to walk around, seemingly looking for her next victim.

“I NEED A STALLION, NOW!!!” she screamed once again. Before Twilight and Rarity could do anything else, a large, orange Earth stallion just so happened to run between them and was immediately noticed by Sweetie Belle. Smirking evilly, the possessed filly, charged to the stallion, leapt from the ground and smacked directly into the stallions side. Immediately, her horn took charge and the stallion was left on the ground, penis enlarged fully and spurting out a seemingly endless stream of thick, potent semen. Sweetie seemed not to care about this in the slightest, and before any of the spectators of this event could blink, Sweetie was already starting to push her victim’s stallion hood deep into her filly hood. Of course, there was far too much semen and almost too much penis for her insides to handle, so as she began bouncing up and down, forcing the shaft in and out, globs of extra goo would slip out the very little gaps that were left to the entrance of her vagina and dribble down to the base of his genitals and then slide off into the grass below.

Additionally, Sweetie’s horn, which was still shining in black, began to emanate giant, spherical bursts of magic, which engulfed seemingly everything in Ponyville for as far as any pony could see. The crowd, which had been rustling about in panic just a moment ago, stood still for a moment before they all turned in the direction towards Sweetie Belle and began to walk towards her slowly as though in a trance. Once each pony got as close as they could to Sweetie, they would drop to the ground and begin squirming around in an indefinite orgasm. It was as though Twilight and Rarity were a part of a giant orgy, with Sweetie Belle as their host, no less!

Unfortunately for Twilight and Rarity, these effects also affected them.

“Twilight… I… feel… strange… like I need to follow the crowd and… go to Sweetie Belle…” said Rarity, her voice getting more trance like as her sentence wore on.

“I… I agr- NO! Rarity, don’t go to- go to Swee- NO! don’t go to Sweetie Belle!” As Twilight was feeling herself begin to succumb to the effects of the spell, she defensively pushed her magic with all her might and surrounded her and Rarity with her protective magic bubble, though this one was a tad more powerful than the one she had used to put Sweetie Belle in confinement and thus required more energy. Because of this, Rarity quickly recovered.

“Woah. That is some powerful magic right there. I could have sworn I was lusting over my OWN SISTER for a second there.”

“Kind of,” started Twilight with stress in her voice, “We have to do something quick. I’m already tired as it is, and this spell drains my energy VERY QUICKLY.” At that, Rarity began to look around at her surroundings in search of anything that could be used to their aid. She saw that her sister, to her disgust, was still riding the stallion and seemed to not have finished yet. There were hundreds of ponies of all ages, with more on the way surrounding Sweetie Belle in a large circle, most on the ground, some still standing, semen flying everywhere, screams and moans at deafening levels. It was so chaotic that even Discord would be shocked. Finally, after looking at the sea of hopelessness, Rarity spotted her rainbow-maned friend rolling around on the ground in pleasure with none other than her honorary sister, Scootaloo, by her side, doing the same thing.

“Look, Twilight, it’s Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo over there!” Twilight merely nodded and they both carefully tip-hoofed their way through the crowd of ponies towards their goal, making sure to keep Rarity confined in the protective bubble as they progressed. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the two groups met.

“T-Twilight? Ugh… What’s g-going on?” stuttered Rainbow Dash as Twilight changed the size of her bubble to accommodate the two extra ponies and waited for them to recover. While Rainbow and Scootaloo were exhausted, they forced themselves to recover quickly. It wasn’t long before they were able to think clearly again.

“I-I don’t know. Things have gotten really bad! Scootaloo, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah… I’m fine. I was talking to Rainbow Dash about what happened and she was really able to help me feel better about the whole situation. I realized that I was acting kind of dumb and let my emotions take over me…”

“T-that’s great… but here’s the thing, I am having some serious trouble keeping this protective bubble up, and if we don’t get to some alternative form of protection, I think I’m going to collapse and we will all be stuck climaxing on the ground for only Celestia knows how long!”

“But… where can we go? The magical effects must spread out for miles!” screamed Rarity with panic shaking her vocal chords. Twilight thought for moment, but found it was extremely difficult to maintain the shield and think at the same time. Before she could come up with any ideas however, the whole situation just got worse. A loud, girlish scream resonated over the crowd of ponies, and every pony looked towards Sweetie Belle to find her shaking and spasming on top of the stallion.

“I-I think she’s having an orgasm again,” noted Rarity.

After a few more seconds, the crowd watched in horror as Sweetie Belle was levitated about 10 feet in the air and engulfed in a giant rainbow-colored bubble. Sweetie Belle herself curled up into a fetal position with her eyes closed tightly. Surrounding the bubble, the ponies that were still trying to reach Sweetie Belle stopped and immediately started their own climaxes, a pattern which repeated itself for as far as they could see from that point. This event also noticeably added to the force of the magical field on Twilight’s shield and she had to struggle to push herself even more to keep it up. Upon staring at the giant rainbow-bubble for a few more, seconds. An epiphany hit Twilight like a rock.

“I got it! Every pony, we need to get to the throne room of my castle, now! I think we’re going to have to fly to get there on time. Rainbow, you take Scootaloo and I’ll take Rarity,” commanded Twilight, to which the group nodded in response. Swiftly, Rainbow flew up and over Scootaloo and held her in her hooves while Twilight did the same to Rarity. Together, they carefully flew up high into the sky and to the direction of Twilight’s castle. Thanks to the convenience of flight, they managed to arrive within minutes. It was quite a sight for them during the flight, seeing the now army sized group of ponies, squirming around in pleasure and getting absolutely drenched in their collective juices.

Upon landing, Rainbow used her hind legs to swiftly open the entrance and together they all made it to the throne room. For one brief moment, Twilight broke the protective shield with a relieving sigh and then used a new burst of magic to close and seal the doors to the room shut.

Author's Notes:

I honestly don't know how I managed to do it, but here is another chapter. I'm sorry about the delays, but well, life just took over for a while. Technically, I've already started on the next chapter so it shouldn't be too long. Look forward to it!

Chapter X - Returning the Favor

For a while, the room was silent and each pony looked at one another with worry.

“W-why aren’t we being affected by the spell?” asked Scootaloo.

“My castle’s walls are resistant to massive magical effects like this. We should be able to think straight as long as we stay in here.”

“Oh, good,” sighed Rarity in relief.

Once again, there was silence before Rainbow Dash spoke up.

“So… what exactly is going on again? Scootaloo sort of explained it to me a bit, but…” For the next few minutes, Twilight, Rarity and Scootaloo together summarized the whole tale for her, making sure she understood the situation sufficiently.

“Yeesh, this is…” started Rainbow Dash, not sure what to make of it all, “quite a problem we got here. But, luckily for us, we got Twilight-freakin’-Sparkle here, a master of the magical arts to help us out, right?” Twilight sighed and took a moment before she began her explanation.

“For a while there, I had absolutely no idea how to solve this problem for sure. The only thing we had was a guess; a guess where the solution would be to continue feeding this thing until it released itself. I had no idea how devastatingly wide spread this thing’s final form would be. Sure, an orgasm is good every once in a while, but if it happens for long periods of time, ponies will suffer from extreme fatigue and dehydration, which of course are deadly!” Twilight paused a moment to let this sink in. All their faces were contorted with worry and fear.

“But… all our friends are out there! Like Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo exclaimed, with tears starting to form in her eyes.

“And Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Spike! Are we going to let them die too?” cried out Rainbow Dash.

“No. I have a plan,” started Twilight confidently. “You see, I wasn’t entirely correct with my theory before. I said that it was trying to escape Sweetie Belle… but after she finished with that stallion, it should have had enough power to leave her… yet, obviously, Sweetie is still at the mercy of this thing. That bubble… was comprised up of a HUGE amount of magical energy, though, as stated in the Fundamental Laws of Magic, Vol 1., in order to make any practical use of said energy, you need to focus it into a focal point with something like a wand, or in the case of a unicorn, their horn.” Twilight watched her friends as their faces displayed how much they understood all of this. The expressions started out as confused, yet attentive and eventually became one of understanding. Finally, Rarity added her input.

“So if we prevent this thing from being able to use Sweetie’s horn, it won’t want to use her anymore?” Twilight’s face brightened up.

“Exactly! Once we do that, the parasite should fully leave Sweetie’s body and as long as we can prevent it from attaching itself to any other unicorn. I should be able to destroy it with ease.”

“Okay, that’s cool and all but… exactly how are we going to do that? It’s not like we can just cut off her horn… right?” asked Scootaloo with nervousness in her voice.

“Well, we could… but I have a better idea,” started Twilight before walking over to a far corner of the throne room which contained a small desk that had a few books and an obscene amount of parchment, ink and quills on it. She used her magic to open one of the drawers and rustled through all the junk before pulling out a few different small objects which she then brought over to the rest of the ponies to observe.

There consisted of four black diamond-encrusted collars and a small golden ring with strange black markings around it. This sight caused Rainbow’s eyes to bulge in surprise and she snickered a bit before commenting on them.

“Twilight, are we about to get kinky here? What’s with the collars and the… cock ring?” Twilight blushed before quickly defending herself.

“No, no, no! That is not a… that!” she said before setting down the collars and leaving the ring still floating in her aurora. “This ring, when placed on a unicorn horn will completely prevent that unicorn from casting magic. It’s a horn-cuff!” She then set it down and then levitated one of the collars. “In order to do this, we’re going to have to protect ourselves from the effects of the parasite. If we wear these collars, we should be able to do what we need to do without worrying about me needing to keep my shield up. Problem is… these don’t have a very high magical resistance rating, so if we get too close we’re going to have issues.”

“Do you have any idea how close that would be?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“I’m not sure about the exact distance, but it won’t be close enough to be very convenient…”

“Great… well I guess it’s better than nothing.”

“And… that’s not the only problem we have. Even with the collars, the concentration of magical energy within the bubble is much higher than in the air around it… meaning that they’ll most likely be entirely useless once we reach it. It won’t be any better than not wearing one at all! At that point… there’s no telling what kind of effects all that orgasm-inducing magic will have on your body.” There was silence as the four ponies pondered this for a moment before Scootaloo spoke up.

“If there’s that much energy in the bubble… does that mean there’s a chance we could do serious damage… or worse… to ourselves trying to enter it?”

“Not guaranteed, but yes, there is a chance,” replied Twilight solemnly. Suddenly, Rarity stood up wearing a serious expression.

“I’ll do it. She’s my sister after all, and I have a duty to protect her however I…”

“No… I want to do it,” said Scootaloo with a trembling voice, interrupting the unicorn.

“Scootaloo, I appreciate your offer, but…”

“NO! Please… I want to do it. I want to be the one to save her… after all… she was the one that saved me… It’s only fitting that I return the favor…” This caused Rarity to pause for a moment as she realized the new gravity of the situation.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this Scootaloo? Remember, there’s no telling what will happen to you once you enter that bubble,” warned Twilight again. Scootaloo immediately forced a nod in response showing that there was little they could do to convince her otherwise.

“V-very well then…” said Rarity in defeat.

“So… now we have to figure out how we’re going to get Scootaloo there in the first place. She can’t fly yet so we may have to assist her a bit,” said Rainbow Dash with a bit of worry in her voice for her honorary sister.

“Hmm, that part doesn’t seem like it would be too difficult. I could fly her just above the bubble while I use my shield for extra protection, and then drop her into it where she’ll have to grab on to Sweetie Belle… Gee, I wish I could just go in there myself with the shield, but I doubt even my alicorn magic I would be able to keep it intact.”

“Don’t worry about that, Twilight. I’ve got this…” said Scootaloo, starting to gain a little more confidence.

“Alright then, we shouldn’t waste any more time. Let’s get go-“ started Twilight before Scootaloo interrupted her.

“Wait, if there’s really a chance I won’t make it, can I please have a few moments to write a letter to Sweetie Belle? I still have some things I wish to say to her.” Twilight blinked a few times before giving a soft smile.

“Of course. I’ll get you a quill and some parchment.” After Twilight had done so, Scootaloo set to work scribbling down her thoughts with her mouth as swiftly as she could whilst the others watched her from behind in silence. Finally after about ten minutes, the task was done and Scootaloo rolled up and tied the parchment with a string.

“Okay… thanks for that. I’m ready now,” said Scootaloo breaking the silence, voice still shaking with nervousness. Despite that, she was still able to force a small smile on her face.

Each pony picked up a collar from the floor and attached them to their necks. They gathered around the door to the throne room and after taking a deep breath, Twilight used her magic to unseal and open it. Cautiously, the four ponies, first Twilight, then Scootaloo, Rainbow Dash and Rarity, made their way out into the hallway before heading down towards the main doors. Finally reaching the exit, Twilight once again gave a deep breath before opening them with her magic. Slowly, they each took turns stepping out onto the dirt path that lead up to the castle. Looking around, they watched as a few random civilian mares and stallions rolled around in the grass for a few moments before Twilight spoke up.

“Is… every pony feeling okay?” This caused a nod from the rest of the ponies and Twilight gave a sigh of relief. “Alright, I’ll be taking Scootaloo this time then…” she said before wrapping her hooves around Scootaloo’s middle, spreading her large alicorn wings and taking off into the sky. Rainbow Dash did the same with Rarity and they were on their way back to Sweetie Belle.

It was a short while into the flight before Scootaloo noticed something strange. The cacophony of pleasure and moans was noticeably getting less and less audible as they got closer and closer to their destination, which didn’t make much sense as they were supposed to be going somewhere with a higher density of ponies. It should’ve been deafening by now! Curiously, she looked down below her and spotted a gray earth stallion who was not showing any signs of an orgasm in the slightest. Instead, he merely stood there with a serious expression, staring and watching them fly.

Feeling a bit creeped out, Scootaloo looked around again to see if she could see any pony else. It wasn’t long before she spotted another. This time it was a pink unicorn mare with the same stare, directly at their group. Finally, Scootaloo decided to inform Twilight, who was mostly paying attention in the forward direction, thus most likely not noticing it.

“Hey Twilight, something’s wrong…”

“Hmm…?” murmured Twilight, briefly looking down at her passenger to see worry in Scootaloo’s big, purple eyes.

“Those ponies… they weren’t orgasming… just staring at us.” This caused Twilight to immediately stop in her tracks and enter a hover. Looking down, she gasped as she saw what Scootaloo meant. There were quite a few this time with ponies of all types, ages and sizes. She turned around hoping to inquire with Rainbow Dash and Rarity but… they weren’t anywhere in sight. This caused both filly and mare to gasp in surprise.

“Wh-where are they!?” exclaimed Scootaloo in panic.

“I- I…” started Twilight quickly flying around in the immediate area hoping it would help in finding them… unfortunately to no avail.

“Let’s keep heading towards Sweetie. Maybe… they just took a different route from us… for some reason?” suggested Scootaloo. Twilight merely nodded and continued their journey, but this time she flew much faster.

Finally, after about five minutes of flying, they flew past a few buildings and there she was, just as they had left her, floating in a bubble of rainbow colored magic. Looking a bit down, Twilight and Scootaloo could feel their jaws drop as they witnessed the dense forest of eyes staring directly at them. Twilight stopped in her tracks once again. Apart from the whisper of a small mid-day breeze and the hum of Sweetie’s magical capsule, it was dead silent.

“W-what do we do n-now?” stammered Scootaloo. Twilight sat in stunned silence for a moment before shaking herself awake.

“We continue on with the plan. You ready to do this Scootaloo?”

“I… I guess…”

At that, Twilight focused her magic into her horn and created a protective magical barrier around the two. Twilight leaned forward and flapped her wings and the two began to slowly and carefully traverse to Sweetie. They had only flown for a few feet before everything went wrong.

Without warning, a large orange Pegasus stallion flew at his top speed directly into the side of Twilight and Scootaloo. Fortunately for the filly, the brunt of the attack was on Twilight who let out a shrill of pain causing her to lose her concentration needed to keep the magical shield up and keep the orange filly within her hooves. Twilight was sent flying to the side while Scootaloo merely began to drop like a brick into a large set of soft bushes that were luckily right below her thus protecting her from most of the pain of the fall.

Only a little sore, Scootaloo pulled herself out of the bushes and checked over her body to make sure she actually was fine. To her relief, there were no signs of serious injury.

“Twilight?! Where are you?!” she called out just as the situation got even worse. Upon releasing those words, the giant ball of magical energy that was Sweetie Belle suddenly let out a large black shockwave that emanated throughout the crowd of staring ponies and beyond. Scootaloo turned around at a sudden sound and gasped as she saw yet another large blue stallion standing before her. His muzzle held an unfriendly grimace and his pupils filled his eyes turning them dark as coal, and that wasn’t the worst part. She couldn’t help but notice that this particular stallion had a raging erection poking out from under his stomach. Gasping at this, Scootaloo began to slowly walk back in fear, only to be followed by him.

It wasn’t long before Scootaloo began to panic and she spun around and entered a gallop. The stallion did the same. Unfortunately, as he was big and muscly, Scootaloo was no match and he used a free hoof to grab her shoulder to stop her before flipping her around and onto her back, pinning her down. Neither pony moved.

“No… don’t you dare…” begged Scootaloo in a shaky whisper. This seemed to trigger the stallion into initiating his intentions and Scootaloo was taken aback as he reached his neck down and smashed his muzzle into Scootaloo’s. Scootaloo could only whimper in fear as her assailant penetrated his tongue into Scootaloo’s mouth thus allowing him to savor her saliva. The taste caused the stallion to let out a deep moan into her throat which shimmered throughout her small body.

Scootaloo tried to use her hooves to push him off her before trying to add some force to it in attempts to punch him off, but it was no use; he was simply much too heavy for her weak limbs to have any effect. Realizing this, Scootaloo began to panic thus causing her to breathe harder between kisses and her entire body to shake uncontrollably.

Finally, after a couple minutes, the stallion had had enough and he pulled his head up and observed his prey, his expression unchanged from before. This allowed Scootaloo to quickly get a look at her surroundings a bit more and she gasped when she saw the seemingly endless pairs of dark, emotionless eyes staring directly at her.

“S-some pony… help me…” she muttered out as tears began to leak down her cheeks. As if on cue, the stallion stepped back a little and used a free hoof to help aim his massive appendage at Scootaloo’s tight filly hood.

“No… don’t! Please… no… please DON’T!” muttered Scootaloo before finally finding a voice that was much louder than a whisper, thus causing a vibrant shriek to radiate and echo throughout the crowd to seemingly no effect. The stallion clearly had no intention of stopping as he finally made genital to genital contact with her filly hood. Slowly and surly, the assailant carefully applied pressure against her entrance whilst watching Scootaloo’s expression intently. Scootaloo could only stare in teary-eyed fear as she watched the long, hard appendage, forcefully enter her body. It took a bit of effort, but before he knew it, the stallion had managed to fit the entire tip insider her.

“No… why… we were going to save her… why did this… why…” was all that Scootaloo could mutter as more and more tears rolled down her cheeks and into the grass below.

The stallion had managed to make it in yet another inch into her vagina, thus causing a distinct pain to emanate from the area and causing Scootaloo to yelp a little bit before a new sound entered her ears. The penetrating stopped as the stallion noticed this as well. He looked up from his victim and perked his ears. It was the sound… of a pony galloping. It was coming from somewhere behind the crowd of ponies. It got closer and closer until, the pony in question made their appearance known by using their wings to assist in hopping right over the crowd of mind-controlled ponies. The pony was very swift in their movements and before the stallion knew it his muzzle was filled with the hard, unforgiving force of hooves.

He shrieked out loud in pain and was forced out of Scootaloo and onto his back.

“GET THE BUCK AWAY FROM HER, YOU CREEP!” screamed Rainbow Dash with immeasurable anger burning in her eyes and steam emanating from her nostrils. The stallion, whose nose was now bleeding and erection disappearing, got up and galloped away and through the crowd. “YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN!”

“R-Rainbow Dash?” stammered Scootaloo as she forced herself to sit up before wiping away her tears.

“Scootaloo, thank Celestia you’re okay,” said Rainbow Dash quickly and she went over and helped her up onto her hooves.

“You… you saved me from… from…” started Scootaloo as she was pulled into a Rainbow’s warm, loving wing.

“It’s okay Scootaloo. As long as you’re with me, I won’t let anything like that ever happen to you again…” said Rainbow, pulling her sister in tighter. Suddenly, both ponies’ ears perked up as yet another galloping sound was noticed which was then followed by the appearance of a familiar, white unicorn.

“It’s about time you showed up! Scootaloo, here was about to get raped by some creepy brain-washed stallion!”

“Well, I can’t gallop nearly as fast as you can and… WHAAAT?!”

“It’s okay Rarity… I’m okay now. We really should all hurry and try to regroup with Twilight while we still can. Who knows what other tricks this… thing has up its sleeve!”

“But are you really okay, Scootaloo? It’s okay if you’re not…” reassured Rainbow Dash, but Scootaloo merely bore her stubborn side and shook her head.

“It was scary yes, but I have more important things on my mind right now, like saving Sweetie Belle.” Rainbow Dash still didn’t appear convinced, but decided now wasn’t the time to be discussing this.

“Okay… if you’re sure. If we all make it out of this alive, I’ll always be open to talk.”

“Alright then… let’s get going shall we? I don’t know how much longer these ponies will hold back…” said Rarity before the three ponies, Scootaloo on Rainbow’s back and Rarity in Rainbow’s hooves took off high up into the air.

“Are you sure you can carry both of us, Rainbow?” asked Scootaloo.

“Ah, it’s fine, kiddo. I’m… I’m a strong pony… Besides, you don’t weight very much anyway…” muttered Rainbow Dash who seemed to have a hint of struggle in her voice. As Rainbow flew over the crowd of ponies, Rarity and Scootaloo searched around for any sign of their alicorn friend. It wasn’t long before they heard and saw the flashes of purple magic coming from the middle of a large crowd of ponies. Quickly, Rainbow Dash flew to this area and hovered near her above the crowd.

“Twilight! You’re okay!” cried Scootaloo in relief.

“Scootaloo, Rainbow, Rarity!” yelled out Twilight as she looked up and noticed her friends before she ceased fending off the crowd that had been closing in on her and flapped her wings to join them.

“What happened to you guys? Scootaloo and I were just flying along and when we turned around, you were gone!” said Twilight.

“We were on your tail when suddenly I got rammed in the side hard by some mare Pegasus,” explained Rainbow Dash, “I managed to recover quickly, but I had to save Rarity from falling. By the time I did that, you two were gone and we were attacked by… these guys.” Rainbow pointed her right hoof at the staring crowd below. “While we were fighting, we suddenly heard Scootaloo cry out from somewhere. I made my way over to where her voice came from and when I found her… some garbage stallion was trying to have his way with her! Why in Equestria was she left alone Twilight?!” Twilight’s expression turned to one of worry before she quickly defended herself.

“It wasn’t my fault. I was also rammed by a Pegasus, a stallion, and Scootaloo and I got separated. The force of it knocked the air out of me and I had to struggle to keep these ponies away while I recovered.” Rainbow gave a sigh, before furrowing her brow in anger.

“We need to stop this… now.”

“On account with what’s happened, maybe I should be the one to put on the horn cuff?” suggested Rarity.

“NO. I said I was going to do it, and so I am going to do it, period,” retorted Scootaloo.

“But…”

“No, buts!” Rarity sighed and thought to herself for a second.

“Well, if you’re sure.”

The four ponies landed on a random civilian’s roof and prepared to enact their plan.

“Well, this is it,” said Twilight as they all watched Sweetie Belle’s magical prison hover in the distance and cast its rainbow glow over the now darkening surroundings as Celestia began to lower the sun into the first signs of a sunset.

Scootaloo turned around, and faced the other ponies with a soft smile and sad eyes that glimmered like jewels.

“Rainbow Dash… thank you so much for taking me under your wing when I had no pony else, and thank you for helping me see how stupid I was…” said Scootaloo to her mentor. Rainbow Dash stared directly back into her eyes in her reply, but still managed to keep her cool, care-free personality in her expression.

“D-don’t mention it. Listen, Scootaloo, I want you to promise me you’ll give it all you’ve got out there. You’re a really tough filly, Scoots. I’m sure you can do it.” At that, Scootaloo leapt forward into her mentor and tightly clamped her hooves around her, pulling her into a loving embrace. Rainbow Dash gladly returned the favor. Once the hug had ended, Scootaloo turned to Rarity.

“Rarity, thanks for taking care of Sweetie Belle and putting up with her these past few days…” she said to Rarity, giving a little chuckle. Rarity smiled back and nodded before she was taken by surprise as Scootaloo pulled her into an embrace as well. Finally, Scootaloo turned to the Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

“Twilight… thank you so much for all your hard work. We couldn’t have gotten as far as we did without you.”

“You’re quite welcome, Scootaloo. I’m glad I was able to be helpful… even though I kind messed up back there…”

“Don’t worry about it, Twi. I was just acting stupid. You did what you had to do to help us… and I am so grateful,” she said before giving her a tight hug of her own. Twilight embraced the filly back with sadness and nervousness in her heart. She could feel that the poor filly’s entire body was shaking with either fear, anticipation, or both. Finally the hug ended and Scootaloo once again faced their goal.

“Okay… no more mushy stuff. It’s TIME TO SHOW THIS PARASITE WHO’S BOSS!” she screamed at the top of her lungs causing her voice to echo throughout the numerous buildings of Ponyville.

Once the echo disappeared, it seemed that the parasite was now making its move. Yet another magical black shockwave was blasted through the air encapsulating all the poor, mind-controlled ponies in its unforgiving grasp. At once, they all started to simultaneously march towards them; the stallions’ and colts’ erections were all visible and the mares’ and fillies’ legs were dripping with sex juice. It was clear that these “zombies” as they were, wanted only one thing.

“Okay… things just got worse, you better act now!” yelled Rainbow, preparing herself for battle.

“Let’s do this, Scoots. Got the horn-cuff?” asked Twilight thus earning a nod from the filly and a flash of the golden ring hidden in her wing as though to prove it. Finally, the princess wrapped her hooves around Scootaloo, pushed off the ground with her strong legs and took flight. For the first few moments, their flight path was entirely clear of obstacles, but that didn’t last long as numerous Pegasi, colts, fillies, stallions and mares all started to take the skies. Scootaloo, taking a look back also noticed that the ground-bound ponies had already climbed to the roof where Rainbow and Rarity were and they were bucking their way through the crowd. This was going to be a little bit more difficult than it could have been.

With the ferocity of an alicorn, Twilight used a smaller fraction of her magic to maintain the shield while using the rest to blast back the numerous incoming Pegasi with a stunning spell. She swerved back and forth and up and down to avoid any of the ponies that she missed all the while accelerating forwards.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the finally made it to their goal: directly above where Sweetie Belle hovered.

“Okay Scootaloo, I’m gonna drop you on 3…” started Twilight, still blasting away any Pegasus that dared to come near. It was clear with all the sweat droplets on her face that she was struggling at flying, blasting and shielding all the same time. If they were going to do it, they had to do it now!

“One…” started Twilight, now letting the filly dangle from her hooves while adjusting her aim.

“Two…” Scootaloo braced herself for the butterfly sensation that often accompanied the sensation of falling. She had experienced this many, many times during her adventures with the crusaders, often falling after trying to obtain her cutie mark through some means that involved being high up from the ground. Oh, how she wished she could go back to the good old days especially during that moment.

“Three!!!” screamed Twilight just as the parasite let out yet another black shockwave, which ended up breaking Twilight’s shield from the sheer magical force and the alicorn, who was now experiencing the full brunt of the magic, fell to the ground as massive orgasm wrecked through her body. Luckily, she had released Scootaloo just in time. For a moment, time seem to slow down for her as she watched the surface of the sphere approach her inch by inch. Despite the new shockwave, she was able to maintain composure as she fell… that is until she broke through the surface, entering the field of magic as though it was made of air. She fell a little more and finally she was close enough to Sweetie to touch her… unfortunately her first two frantic attempts missed and she ended up hanging on by just her dangling, soft, marshmallow tail.

Scootaloo’s mind and body was now a mess. Her vision blurred, her legs shivered and shook, and her filly hood practically exploded with love juices as the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt in her life encapsulated her entire body from head to hoof. She screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled to hang on and pull herself up to her the unicorn’s horn.

“YOU WILL NOT WIN… PARASITE!” screamed Scootaloo, somehow finding more strength to pull her body even higher up her friend.

Suddenly, the ball of magic started to emanate perpetual blasts of magic which caused a brief spike in the orgasmic sensation and a small burst of vaginal fluid each time; this only made it more difficult for Scootaloo. It was clear the parasite was starting to panic and was trying everything in its power to stop her. But it was too late. Scootaloo had finally climbed Sweetie Belle enough to reach her horn. She grabbed the horn-cuff from her wing with her hoof, and used the last few ounces of her strength to put it in place. As the magic was already wrecking her body for quite a bit before this, Scootaloo was now experiencing tunnel vision which was quickly turning into no vision. Before her world was completely surrounded in darkness, she managed to place her lips on Sweetie’s soft, puffy cheek in an act of possibly final affection.

“Goo- good bye, Sweetie Belle…” she whispered before her vision completely blacked out and then there was nothing.

***

Scootaloo opened her eyes. Like before, there was nothing, but this time the nothing appeared to be a bright white instead of the black that encapsulated her just before. After a few moments of trying to wrap her head around the situation, she decided to try sitting up. Her head and muscles ached a little, but as she got back up onto her hooves, it strangely seemed to become a non-issue for her as though she simply didn’t or couldn’t care. She looked around her surroundings and saw nothing but blankness and emptiness.

“Am I… dead?” she whispered to herself before starting to slowly walk in an arbitrary direction. As she walked, her hooves made no sound and it almost felt as though she were walking on nothing; a hard nothing that was able to support her weight, but still nothing. After walking for a few minutes, she decided to try calling out.

“Hello? Is any pony here?!” she called out before perking her ears and holding her breath in an effort to pick up even the quietest of responses. A few seconds later, she got her answer.

“S-Scootaloo?” came a small voice suddenly from right behind the Pegasus thus startling her and causing her to spin 180 degrees reflexively. She gasped and her eyes shimmered with excitement as she took in the sight of the pony she had meant to be saving not too long ago. Sweetie Belle had somehow magically appeared right behind her and she wore an expression of sadness, confusion and worry.

“Sweetie Belle? W-where did you come from. I was completely alone just a second ago…” Sweetie Belle merely stared back at her, clearly puzzled, before responding.

“I don’t know,” was all she could reply as she received a massive hug from the other filly. This action seemed to help ease her nerves and she squeezed back. Finally satisfied with the embrace, the two fillies stepped back and sat down on their haunches. A few moments of silence passed before Scootaloo spoke up.

“What… is this place?”

“If I knew the answer to that, I’d tell you. The last thing I remember doing is having sex with Button Mash. After that, it’s just a lot of blankness.”

Scootaloo then spent the next few minutes explaining in detail all the events that had happened since the moment Sweetie described. After, Sweetie merely looked down at the ground, or rather where the ground would be if it were visible.

“Also… Sweetie Belle… I’m sorry I was such a dolt. It’s just that you mean so much to me and when I realized what had happened between you and Twilight, my heart just felt like I was cheated on,” she explained before her cheeks tinged a little bit red as she continued on with the next part. “So I guess what I’m saying is… I love you, Sweetie Belle. You’ve been there for me for so long and… yeah.” Once again, there was silence for a few moments. Finally, Sweetie Belle looked back up and locked eyes with Scootaloo.

“I… I don’t know how I feel right now… For the longest time… I only ever viewed you as a best friend until this whole crazy thing happened. I am just so confused.” Scootaloo frowned at this response and gave a small sigh before Sweetie Belle, who was now averting her glance to the side, started up again. “I do know one thing though… you really do mean a lot to me as well Scootaloo. I just don’t know if it’s THAT kind of love. You understand, right?”

“Y-yeah, I guess I do,” replied Scootaloo putting a hoof behind her head, “Maybe, just maybe if we eventually make it out of here, we could… you know, give being in a relationship a try? Maybe doing things like hanging out just the two of us and going on dates and stuff… I’m sure doing so would help you realize your feelings?” Sweetie Belle pondered this for a second.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt…” Upon saying this, Sweetie Belle flashed a small smile at Scootaloo. Scootaloo smiled back and there was silence again. After thinking for a few moments, Scootaloo decided that now would be a good time to reveal something new to the unicorn. Something that she had kept inside from most other ponies for a very long time.

“Hey, Sweetie… I don’t know why, but I feel like I should tell you about something. Something important.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s about my dad…” said Scootaloo before averting her gaze down at her hooves. Suddenly, her whole body started to shiver and shake and she felt her voice getting stuck in her throat as she prepared what she wanted, no, what she had to say. Dead or not, her consciousness was still alive at least and she had to get this off her chest. Sweetie Belle merely sat in silence, frowning as she noticed the now evident distress in her potential filly friend.

“If it’s that difficult for you, you don’t have to tell me…”

“No…” retorted Scootaloo with a whisper, “It’s about time I get it off my chest. This has haunted me for so long… I think maybe, if I tell you, it won’t hurt me so much anymore.” Sweetie Belle scooted herself forwards a bit and held Scootaloo’s hoof with her own.

“You see… I know what happened to my dad after he left us, meaning he isn’t technically missing in the way you’d normally think…” Sweetie Belle turned her head in confusion a bit, but ultimately stayed silent.

“It happened about a week after he left… I was feeling really depressed and well; I decided it would do me some good if I went on a walk. I went to that hill my family would always go to when I was a really young filly. I trotted along and climbed it despite it being somewhat difficult due to all the snow that was on the ground, and when I reached the top… well,” at this point Scootaloo could no longer hold back the tears that had been flooding her eyes and the they fell down to the ground near her hooves without making the slightest hint of a sound. Scootaloo spent the next few moments huffing and sniffling as she tried to form the next sentence in her mind. “Um… so you know how there’s a big tree at the top of that hill?”

“Yeah?”

“I found him…” whispered Scootaloo, her voice shaking uncontrollably. At that Sweetie Belle couldn’t take it anymore and she lunged forward and hugged her crying friend as tightly as her hooves would allow.

“You don’t have to continue, Scootaloo…” she whispered back.

“No… that’s not all.”

“Eh?”

“After I saw that… I went home and went straight to my room. I sat in my bed for several hours, doing nothing but staring at my wall. And then it hit me like a train; I bawled my eyes out as the pain and realization of what I saw finally hit me. I wasn’t thinking straight then, Sweetie Belle, and what did I try to do next?” Sweetie Belle silenced her own friend with her own voice, now filled with her own sobs.

“No, Scootaloo. That’s enough…”

“I tried to bucking hang myself as well, oh Celestia was I stupid!”

“You’re not stupid, Scootaloo! You’ve just been through a lot.”

“And… do you want to know why I’m still here today? It was you Sweetie Belle. While I was struggling at tying the rope, I heard a knock from the front door followed by your voice, calling out to me…”

Sweetie Belle gasped as the memory came rushing back to her. She had only wanted to hang out with her best friend and after the front door was opened, she was met with the sight of Scootaloo in a clearly dreadful state, eyes red and puffy and cheeks stained with tears, swiftly throwing herself into her hooves. At the time, she decided it was best not to inquire her and so being the good friend that she was she comforted her for a while and even volunteered to stay the night. Scootaloo did not tell her anything about her dad at the time though.

“If you hadn’t had come… only Celestia knows what would’ve happened. A-anyway, the day after that I told my mom about it and she called emergency services and a little while later we had a small, private funeral for him. It wasn’t very fancy or complex or anything and only a few acquaintances of my mom came.” After Scootaloo finished, the two fillies sat in a silent embrace for what seemed like an eternity. In their blank, featureless world, there was no telling how much time had passed exactly.

“Scootaloo, I’m so sorry you had to go through with all this… I wish there was something more I could do...”

“Oh, Sweetie Belle, you being there for me is more than enough.” Finally the two separated and they wiped away the remaining tears from their eyes.

“Boy that felt good…” commented Scootaloo now, wearing a newfound smile. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was stuffy, but it was clear a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. “So… how much longer do you think we’ll be here? I hope it won’t be forever; this place just seems super boring.”

“I hear ya,” replied Sweetie Belle. There was silence for a few more moments.

“Gahhhh, something happen already!” called out Scootaloo. Suddenly, as though the world they were in was listening, the invisible floor beneath her seemed to vanish and she felt herself accelerating downward. The butterflies in her stomach sent a wave of fear throughout her body and she instinctively flailed her hooves hoping to find some sort of anchor. But there was nothing there and she continued to fall and fall until the blackness that had consumed her before engulfed her vision and once again, there was nothing.

***

Sweetie Belle opened her eyes to find herself lying in a large hospital bed that resided in a dark room. Her entire body was aching and her eyes were sore and bloodshot. Turning her head, she could see that another pony was sleeping adjacent to her. It was too dark and her vision was too poor at the moment to make out exactly who it was, but she had a hunch inside at who it might be. Turning her head to the other side, she noticed a large button with an icon of a pony on it. Carefully, she lifted her sore hoof and pushed it.

A few seconds passed before the door to the room was slammed open revealing a frantic Rarity followed by a nurse. She smiled and a few happy tears appeared in her eyes once she realized that Sweetie’s eyes were open thus indicating her awakening and she wasted no time in trotting over to her bedside.

“Sweetie Belle, you’re finally awake! Oh, thank Celestia!”

“W-what happened? And why do I feel so… crappy?”

“You’ve been in a coma for two days, dear. It’s Friday, at about 10 p.m.”

“Is Scootaloo okay?” At Sweetie’s question, Rarity was caught off guard and failed to answer her. Instead, the nurse spoke for her.

“She doesn’t appear to have woken up yet,” she said before turning on the light. This allowed Sweetie to turn her head towards the adjacent bed and saw the Pegasus filly in question lying there fast asleep. Her stomach slowly rose and fell thus indicating that she was at least breathing. This made her let out a sigh of relief before turning her gaze back to her sister.

“We… we talked.”

“Huh?” was all Rarity could reply.

“We were in a big white space… and we talked.”

“Sweetie… I’m sorry, but you were probably just dreaming…” That was when two new faces entered the room: Princess Twilight and Rainbow Dash. Twilight was the first to speak.

“It could’ve been… but the magical energy I’m sensing in here feels a bit… strange. Don’t you feel it, Rarity?” At this question, Rarity put a hoof to her chin.

“Hmm… now that you mention it, something does feel a bit… off?”

“What are you two talking about?” asked Rainbow Dash, clearly confused.

“Don’t worry about it, Rainbow. This is a unicorn slash alicorn kind of thing.” Sweetie Belle, still in the process of reawakening finally managed to process what was happening and reacted accordingly.

“Twilight! Rainbow Dash! Wait a minute… why aren’t you all having an orgasm!? What happened?!”

“You see, Sweetie, after you did your thing with Button Mash…”

“You don’t need to tell me, Scootaloo already filled me in on the details, all the up to the part where she put the horn-cuff on me.” Surprised, Rarity spoke up.

“H-how did you know that happened? Were you actually conscious the whole time?”

“No, I told you, Scootaloo told me. We were alone in this big, empty, white void and like I said, we talked.”

“Your internal Equestrian magic, something that we all possess, is probably connected together then,” explained Twilight simply, “Sharing the subconscious is quite a common occurrence for those who have somehow achieved this.”

“…what? How does that work?” was all Sweetie could reply. Twilight sighed.

“It’s just to make things more convenient for the storyline. Don’t worry about it.”

“…uh, okay, I guess.” Sweetie Belle still had no idea what that alicorn was thinking.

“Damn it, Twilight. You’re not Pinkie Pie, you can’t just break the fourth wall like that,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Enough already, let’s just continue on with the story,” moaned Rarity.

“Yes, lets. Anyway, like I was saying, after Scootaloo put the horn cuff on you, the magical energy immediately dispersed from your body, thus causing it to lose its focal point so it could no longer cause ponies to climax. This left it exposed without having any pony to hold hostage, so I was finally able to properly disperse it, thus putting an end to this little nuisance of ours,” explained Twilight.

“After it left your body, I realized that you had quite the fall beneath you. That’s where I flapped my wings as hard as I could and I caught you just in time,” bragged Rainbow Dash.

“When Rainbow set you two down on the ground, we realized that you were unconscious so, Rainbow, Rarity and I brought you here to the hospital,” added Twilight.

“- where you’ve been asleep for two whole days. I’m so relieved to see you awake right now,” said Rarity, now giving her sister a hug.

“You were also quite… messy and I had to head straight home to shower right after that. I swear I can still feel it all over my fur. Ughhh,” said Rainbow Dash, shivering a little in disgust.

“I offered to help clean you up, but Rarity wouldn’t let me,” said Twilight, smirking.

“It was for your own good, you know,” dead-panned Rarity. Twilight giggled in response to her retort.

“So… it’s finally over? I’m free?” whispered Sweetie Belle.

“You’re free,” confirmed Twilight. Sweetie merely sighed at this and shut her eyes before Twilight continued.

“However, I’m still trying to study those mushrooms we got from your room, and I’m still not sure how they work. They’re quite simply some of the most mysterious and fascinating things I’ve ever had a chance to experiment with!”

“Have you at least discovered anything worth telling us about them?” asked Rarity. Twilight frowned.

“No, not really. I can tell they’re quite peculiar and contain an impressive amount of magical energy, but other than that they just seem like regular mushrooms.”

“That’s because they ARE regular mushrooms, just with a bit of chaos magic added,” came a new voice seemingly out of nowhere before its owner magically appeared in the room. Discord was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, a straw hat and was carrying a brown suitcase. All at once, Sweetie, Twilight, Rainbow and Rarity exclaimed.

“DISCORD?!”

“Yes, yes. It’s me. I’m sorry about all the troubles my little… experiment have caused you… but you have to admit they were at least little bit fun, right?”

“Wait… what?” said Sweetie Belle, now even more confused than before. Discord sighed before offering his explanation.

“Allow me to explain. Sometime before I was turned to stone by the Princesses, I was trying to come up with ways to create even more chaos. What I ended up coming up with was what I call, parasitic chaos with hilarious effects or PCHE. I applied the magic to some mushrooms and they started to spread across Equestria. Specifically what this magic does is it uses the mushrooms to spread out and find ponies to prey on. Once they find a target, they observe it for a little while to determine what the best type of chaos to inflict on that particular pony would be. It then attaches itself to its target and every time that chaos is inflicted, it gets stronger. My guess is that Sweetie Belle here was doing something naughty while this instance of PCHE was in its observation state before it took action.” Upon hearing that last sentence, the group of ponies, along with Discord turned to stare at Sweetie Belle. Sweetie blushed in reaction and pulled up the covers of the hospital bed to hide her face in shame. Twilight face hoofed before Discord continued.

“After observing them do their thing for a while, I realized that I may have given them too much power as they started to actually kill ponies in numerous, gruesome ways. I am a master chaos and confusion, not death and murder! So I did my best to round up all the affected mushrooms I could find, but I failed at destroying them all before I was defeated by the princesses and turned to stone. I could have helped you all out way before it got as bad as it did, but I was on vacation in another dimension this past week.”

“Well… that solves that mystery, I guess,” commented Rainbow Dash.

“I suppose you’ll need to destroy the mushrooms I have then?” asked Twilight, to which Discord answered with a nod.

“That is… unless you want more chaotic fun; I’ll just have to step in before it gets deadly this time.”

“That won’t be necessary, Discord.” Meanwhile, during this conversation, the nurse had been taking the time to take Sweetie Belle’s vitals. When she finished, she reported her results to the other ponies.

“Huh, it seems that Sweetie Belle is in remarkably good health despite all that’s happened. I suspect we’ll be able to release her from the hospital after a meal and a good night’s rest, just to be sure.” Sweetie Belle smiled tiredly, sighed and laid back down into her pillows.

“That reminds me… is there possibly anything you could do to help out our little friend Scootaloo here?” asked Rainbow, trotting over to her bedside. Discord looked at Scootaloo’s calm, peaceful face and thought for a moment, before a light bulb literally appeared above his head.

“I got it!” he exclaimed before he snapped his fingers causing Scootaloo to suddenly be dressed in a chicken costume. This did nothing to affect her condition overall however. Rainbow Dash face-hoofed.

“Nooo, I meant if there’s anything you could do to get her out of this coma. Your chaos magic caused this after all!” Discord frowned at this.

“I may be THE master of chaos, but even I am unable to meddle with something like this,” he said as he snapped his fingers once again to remove the chicken suit, “I’m afraid you’re all just going to have to wait and see if she wakes up.”

After a little bit more idle discussion, and a much needed meal for Sweetie, the nurse commanded that it was time for her to get some much needed rest and she ushered the adult ponies plus Discord out of the room.

“Tomorrow, huh? Tomorrow, I can at least get my life back in order finally… but what about Scootaloo?” Sweetie whispered to herself.

Once Sweetie was finally alone, she snuck out of her hospital bed, ignoring the soreness of her body, and tip hoofed to Scootaloo’s bed side. She was lying on her back with the covers pulled up to her chest. She looked so calm, peaceful… and even a bit cute to Sweetie. She smiled upon seeing this, but then a sudden worry caused her heart to drop to the pit of her stomach: will she ever wake up at all, and if their dream world was truly connected, did that mean she could meet and speak with her again after she fell asleep?

“Only one way to find out,” she whispered to herself. Without thinking, Sweetie Belle got a certain urge to give the sleeping Pegasus a quick peck on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Scoots.” At that, Sweetie finally turned herself around and got back into bed. She closed her eyes gently and let out a yawn. It wasn’t long before she fell into a normal, deep slumber.

***

“Ah, so is that what happened? It was all because of Discord and now I’m… in a coma?” asked Scootaloo rhetorically.

“Yep, and I guess our dreams are connected somehow, at least according to Twilight. Still a little fuzzy on the details though…”

“Eh, don’t worry about that. Worry about whether or not I’m ever going to wake up at all! I’ve heard about some ponies that were comatose for years!”

“You’re right Scoots,” Sweetie Belle sighed, “I mean… at least we can still talk like this, right?”

“Yeah… but if I’m not around, who’s going to make sure that my mom is okay? Does she even know where I am?”

“I asked the nurse about that and she said they were somehow unable to contact her. I hope she’s okay…”

“If anything, she’s probably too busy with her jobs to even notice everything that happened a few days ago,” said Scootaloo, looking down at her hooves. Sweetie Belle simply stared at Scoots with sad eyes, not sure how to respond. After a few moments of silence, Sweetie sighed, slid herself over to Scootaloo’s side, wrapped her hooves around her and pulled her cheek into her muzzle. Scootaloo immediately blushed as her breath was taken away in surprise.

“S-Sweetie Belle?!”

A moment later, Sweetie Belle pulled her face back a bit to allow Scootaloo to turn hers to look at her straight into her mature, emerald eyes.

“I think you need a little bit of… confidence. Yeah, something special to help keep you going. I did not stay by your side this much only to see you fail. We can make it out of this together, Scoots, no; we WILL make it out of this together completely alive and not comatose!” Scootaloo smiled a bit. The cheesiness in Sweetie’s little speech was blatant, but Scootaloo appreciated it none the less.

As their lips got a little bit closer each second, the heart rate of the little hearts beating in their chests increased and their lungs inhaled and exhaled even more to accommodate the sudden change of mood between them. Finally, after the suspense had built up sufficiently, they connected, at first with basic contact, but soon will full force as their lips spread to allow the other’s tongue entry to their saliva filled mouths. Scootaloo, now filled with ecstasy, whimpered and moaned into Sweetie’s throat, only to receive a similar answer from her partner. A few moments later, they finally came up for air and Sweetie Belle made sure to inform Scootaloo of something.

“D-don’t take this as me accepting to be your filly friend… I’m only doing it because we’re in a d-dream and you need s-some motivation!” stuttered Sweetie Belle, blushing even more when she realized how obvious she was sounding.

“Yeah, sure,” teased Scootaloo, with a subtle smirk. Finally recovered, the two fillies once again reconnected their lips and the moaning and breathing only increased.

Suddenly, a strange emotion erupted in Sweetie Belle’s chest, it got stronger and stronger until it was no longer easy to ignore and pass off. This caused her to gently push Scootaloo’s mouth away, thus leaving a long strand of saliva to dangle between their mouths before finally splitting apart.

“Scoots… I feel… strange?”

“Huh? What do you mean by ‘strange’?”

“I-I don’t know. There’s just this strange feeling in my chest that I’ve never felt bef-“ started Sweetie Belle before they were interrupted by the floor disappearing beneath them once again causing them to fall and screaming into darkness once again.

***

Sweetie Belle woke up suddenly, gasping and covered in sweat. She took a few seconds to calm herself down before looking around the room. It was already morning, and looking at her bedside clock, she saw that it was around 7:30 in the morning. Everything seemed normal… except for her chest. The strange feelings that she experienced only a moment ago in her dream remained. Other than that though, it was clear that she felt well rested and her body no longer ached. Quickly, she got out of bed and started to trot around the room, hoping that doing so would help shake that feeling off. It wasn’t really painful, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant either, hence her insistence and desire to get rid of it.

Finally, after about ten minutes of moving around, Sweetie Belle noticed yet another peculiar aspect of this feeling. Whenever she was facing and looking at Scootaloo, who was still in a deep slumber, the feeling in her chest got more extreme and evident. This evidence made her realize something.

“Am I… could I be… love sick for Scootaloo? It… couldn’t be. This feels too abnormal to be something like that,” she thought to herself as she slowly approached her bedside yet again. Sweetie Belle stared at her face, and continued staring for a few minutes, not moving an inch and not having much thought either. Though, through that entire time, her heart continued to throb and pump her blood throughout her body with the confusing, unnatural sensation infesting it. Suddenly, without thinking, Sweetie Belle climbed up onto the bed and stood herself directly over Scootaloo. Cautiously she brought her face lower and lower. She was close enough to her now that Scootaloo’s scent entered her nostrils. It smelled like the usual sporty Scootaloo, but with a bit more mustiness and sweat. This did not hinder what she was, for unknown reasons, was attempting to do.

Finally, Sweetie’s anticipating lips, now in full reality, hit their target. Her first impression of the taste was that clearly, Scootaloo hadn’t brushed her teeth in a while and the flavor of her breath and lips were subliminal, yet she didn’t care. All that mattered at that moment was for her to put all of her heart and soul into Scootaloo and for what reason, she had no clue. Her mind simply had taken over.

That is, until the Pegasus under her suddenly let out a gasp and the feeling inside Sweetie vanished in a split second. It wasn’t long before Sweetie’s free will was returned to her and her eyes reopened to find two large purple discs staring right back at her. There was a silence and lack of movement for a moment. Finally, Scootaloo, with hoarseness in her, voice spoke up.

“S-Sweetie B-Belle?” Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but display a large smile on her face.

“Scootaloo!” she cried out, wrapping her hooves around her. Scootaloo smiled softly and looked around the hospital room a little. She noticed the adjacent bed that had been described to her that was supposedly for Sweetie.

“W-why are you in my bed with me?”

“Uh… reasons?” replied Sweetie with a sheepish smile. At that, she immediately jumped down from the bed and leaned up against the side of it instead.

“You kissed me didn’t you, even though I was comatose…”

“What? N-no, I would never…”

“Nah, your eyes say it all. But, don’t worry Sweetie. Even when I’m not conscious, you’re allowed to kiss… and touch me aaaaanyyyywhere you like.” Scootaloo giggled again at the reaction she was getting. Sweetie was a bright red tomato by now.

“Geez, Scoots, you’re not making my confusion any easier. Wait… you’re awake now. Thank Celestia, but this seems a little… anticlimactic? I thought we would be going at this for a while.” At that comment, a certain alicorn princess flew into the view of the only window in the room, smiling like an idiot.

“Hooray for plot convenience!” Subsequently, Rainbow Dash also flew into view, an annoyed grimace on her face. She rolled her eyes, put a hoof on Twilight’s back and pushed her down out of view. Neither Sweetie Belle nor Scootaloo talked for a moment before hearing the approach of hooves outside their door.

“Okay Sweetie, rise and shi- OH!” said the nurse before being surprised to see Scootaloo had finally awoken. She walked over to the bed side and immediately started taking her vitals. “When did you wake up?!”

“Like, five minutes ago. It was probably the best awakening I’ve ever had…” said Scootaloo. Suddenly, yet another set of galloping hooves were heard outside the door and it slammed open to reveal a frantic Sky Flyer.

“Scootaloo!!! You’re okay!!!” she cried as she went to Scootaloo’s bedside to hug her daughter tightly.

“Somehow…”

“I’m so sorry I took so long to get to you. I had to go down to Manehatten for business reasons and when I got back early this morning a coworker told me all about what happened.”

“It’s the strangest thing,” started the nurse, “her vitals are phenomenal considering all that she’s been through.”

“What happened to her, nurse?”

“When we received her from the princess, a friend of hers and Sweetie’s sister, she was completely unconscious. When we examined her, we discovered the reason for this to be a cause of magic. We had no idea when and if she would wake up… and what do you know she just happened to wake up just a few minutes ago.”

“I see… well thank you so much for taking care of my daughter. I suppose I’ll have to pay some hospital fees of some sort,” said Sky Flyer now looking nervous as she was completely unsure if she could even afford to pay them. The nurse merely smiled in return.

“You don’t need to worry about that at all, miss. The princess took care of all the hospital fees for these two.”

“Oh wow, I’ll have to thank her sometime.”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked at each other and smiled. Things seemed like they were finally going to go back to normal.

Author's Notes:

Whew, that was a long one. But I finally managed to wrap up a lot of things and this means... that there will be only 1 more chapter, an epilogue, before this year and a half long project is done! I may need to celebrate somehow.

If you've been reading this since the beginning, thank you so much for your dedication and your viewership!