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I think my shlong exploded off my body. It's THAT good, man.

Both of them squirmed and looked away from each other. Sweetie and Applebloom talked afterward and both carried the same sneaking suspicions about their mutual friend’s behavior. Scootaloo never confirmed anything, but every smile and tummy rubbing felt like an unintentional, unapologetic confession about the mysterious sure (sire) of her child. Darker thoughts clouded Sweetie’s mind whenever Scootaloo entered her brain nowadays. If her suspicions were right, she and Scoots shared more than just an excessive of love for family.

Rarity’s now messy locks scattered as she shook her head to prepare for the plunge. It reminded her so much of Applebloom’s sweat body after a day of hard labor, or the occasional sneak peeks she stole of her brother and sister. Rarity dropped like a gavel and all but inhaled half of Hondo’s dick in one gulp. Sweetie could see the outline of Hondo’s stallionhood bulge in her throat. Sweetie placed a hand on her pussy and rubbed her fingers along her lips, feeling the wetness gather between her fingers as she watched the show.

you probably mean either "sweet" or "sweaty"

Mother had me, I had Sweetie,

I've seen this idea before. IRL, she'd have stretch marks

“A little distracted, honey?” Hondo teased, watching her from under Rarity’s legs. Rarity’s reply was a thoughtless grumble of syllables as Sweetie went back for another taste. Rarity was often oiled and perfumed like a Canterlot nance, but now all she could smell was that scent Sweetie associated with breeding time. A little salty and tart, but her mind was so delirious with lust she couldn’t have cared less. The sisters shared everything with each other.

Hey lookit, one of my favorite words