> A Silver Belle 'Toy' Story
>  by Your Antagonist
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> Just Another Toy Story (And We Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Pixar, Baby)
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Warning/ Disclaimer: The following story contains (poorly written) depictions of sexual acts between two animated female equine cartoon characters, both of whom are either below or just at the age of consent (16 years old). If you are liable to be offended by the aforementioned, please remember you’re about to argue with a grown man drinking juice from a spiderman cup, it’ll help you get some perspective with your life.



A Silver Belle Toy Story



Written By: Your Antagonist and Cpl. Hooves



Red Pen Heroes: Skeeter the Lurker



Just Another Toy Story (And We Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Pixar, Baby)


 
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
 
For what had been almost fifteen minutes now, Silver Spoon anxiously studied the face of her silver pocket watch, clutching it tightly as though the timepiece might explode in her hooves at any given moment. Fifteen more minutes, she thought, Sweetie Belle will be here in just fifteen more minutes, and then we can… we can... Silver Spoon shuddered. She knew what would come next, and she just couldn’t wait. Yet she had no choice but to do just that.
 
Clasping the watch shut, she leaned her back against the well-worn oak tree she’d taken residence under before turning her attention to her surroundings. The park she’d been waiting in was relatively empty considering that it was mid-afternoon on a Friday; normally there’d be a small mob of foals and fellow highschoolers celebrating their liberation from their scholastic obligations. But now? It was just Silver Spoon. Silver Spoon and her ever mounting anxiety.
 
The pewter pony closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, the simple action bringing her reprieve from the rampant swarm of butterflies in her belly. Feeling at peace, she decided to take this opportunity to rest her eyes and indulge in the tranquility of the empty park. As she rested, visions of ivory white fur and violet carnation swirls manifested in her mind’s eye, taking on her beloved’s magnificent form with astounding clarity.
 
Just as the apparition began to open its brilliant emerald eyes for Silver Spoon to admire to her heart’s content, a change in the wind stirred the lightly dozing teenager from her rest. Slowly opening her eyes, the earth pony found herself gazing into the smiling features she’d been fantasizing about only moments ago.
 
“Sw-Sweetie Belle!” she stammered in shock.
 
“Silver Spoon,” the unicorn replied in a cordial contrast.
 
“What are you doing here?” Silver Spoon checked her watch and was surprised to find that Sweetie Belle had arrived with six minutes to spare from the original fifteen. “Early for that matter?”
 
“Watching you sleep, and what do you mean early?”
 
“It’s just… well, I just wasn’t expecting you to be on time is all… what’s that look for?”
 
“‘Wasn’t expecting me to be on time?’” Sweetie Belle scoffed. “Geez, you could at least give me some credit you know.”
 
“Well, if you made a better habit of being on time more than once every great dragon migration…”
 
“Hey, I can be on time when I want to be,” the unicorn protested.
 
Pushing up her glasses, Silver Spoon replied, “I’m sure.” She turned her gaze to a black bag by Sweetie Belle’s side, and felt a pang of trepidation creep into her gut. “So are those... y’know…”
 
“Yeah, I just got them from Scootaloo.”
 
“Did she… say anything?”
 
Sweetie Belle blushed and scratched her nose skittishly. “Well…”
 
Silver Spoon merely rose an expectant eyebrow in response.
 
“She offered to give us a first hoof demonstration with a few if we invited her along and… uh... let her watch.” Sweetie Belle could feel Silver Spoon’s disdainful glare burrowing into the side of her head as she continued. “Hey, hey, hey, I declined her generous offer…” Sweetie Belle waited until her fillyfriend’s icy glare soften slightly. “...after some serious internal debate of course.”
 
Silver Spoon rolled her eyes and fought the smirk trying to sneak onto her lips. “Anyway, are we good to... you know..."
 
“Mmhmm. Rarity’s out of town out of town on business and you'll never guess who she left in charge of the boutique," Sweetie Belle said proudly.
 
"Well whoever it is, I hope they have instructions to keep you as far away from the kitchen as possible." Silver Spoon teased. "The last thing your sister needs is to come home to a pile of ash and burning fabric because you tried to make a bowl of cereal or something."
 
"Hey, that only happened one time. Once."
 
"Still doesn't change the fact that it happened. How did you even manage to ignite milk in the first place?"
 
"Well I... I uh..."
 
Silver Spoon smirked as she watched her marefriend struggle to find some rationale behind the culinary catastrophe. Upon seeing her other half’s smug expression, Sweetie Belle puffed out her cheeks and turned her nose up in faux anger. "Oh, just shut up and come on," Sweetie Belle said, trotting off towards the boutique. Silver Spoon merely shook her head as she picked up her saddlebags and followed after her very special somepony.
 
As they walked, Silver Spoon noticed that Sweetie Belle was intent on sporting her playful pout and puffed up cheeks; telltale signs that the unicorn was in want of physical affection. Silver Spoon was only too happy to oblige. Brushing up against Sweetie Belle, she coiled her sleek, metallic tail around Sweetie’s own and briskly nuzzled her love’s neck, parting with a swift kiss to the cheek. Needless to say, any hint of a scowl on Sweetie Belle’s face had completely melted away, replaced by a grin of satisfaction.
 
Joined at the hip, the young couple strolled through the empty park and Ponyville streets in relative silence, their blushing faces and amorous minds aflutter with fantasies of what the evening had in store. It wasn’t until they’d pushed inside Carousel Boutique and locked the door behind themselves that Silver Spoon’s bellied butterflies began to swarm again. Turning to Sweetie Belle, she found the unicorn gazing at her with a foxy look in her scheming, bedroom eyes; a look that Silver Spoon knew all too well.
 
Now, to the average observer, Sweetie Belle was the epitome of teenage innocence; a shy, good-natured fifteen year old with the face of an angel and an air of oblivity that suggested she still believed foals were delivered by a magical stork. But behind that façade of hers was a side of Sweetie Belle that only Silver Spoon had the privilege of knowing so intimately. A side of her that knew how to use her looks and sensuality to charm boys into doing her bidding, a facet of her being teeming with mischief and vice. A part of herself that she’d only set free behind closed doors, one that Silver Spoon had been longing to have to herself since they’d parted ways in the schoolyard earlier that day.
 
Knowing precisely what the little vixen wanted, Silver Spoon moistened her lips and leaned forward, seeking to sample the all too familiar flavors of Sweetie Belle’s luscious lips and mouth; tongue if the unicorn was feeling nasty. Just as Silver Spoon’s lips were about to make contact with their intended target, Sweetie Belle smirked and quickly turned away, forcing Silver Spoon’s lips to meet her cheek. “Mmmf!” Silver Spoon whined.
 
“Hey, Silvy?” Sweetie Belle said innocently, only too aware of the frustration she’d caused her special somepony.
 
“Yes?” Silver Spoon replied, her tone carrying a faint note of annoyance from being denied the taste of her love’s lips.
 
“I know that you’re really eager to get started, and so am I, but…” she unfurled her tail from around Silver Spoon’s and stepped away much to the latter’s disappointment. “Do you think you could you wait down here just for a few minutes?”
 
Silver Spoon frowned at the request. “Why?”
 
 “Well, I don’t want to ruin the surprise since it’s a special occasion and all, but I promise it’ll just be a few minutes. Please?”
 
Silver Spoon rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, but I’m raiding your sister’s fridge. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch and I’ll need a snack since the main course is walking off,” the grey pony said, with a wink.
 
“Thanks, baby.” Sweetie Belle darted forward and pecked Silver Spoon on the lips. “I promise I won’t keep you waiting too long,” she said dashing upstairs.
 
“You’d better not,” Silver Spoon huffed as she made her way to the kitchen of Carousel Boutique. She dove into Rarity’s refrigerator without a moment’s hesitation, but was immediately taken aback by its contents. The exquisite and meticulously prepared meals that normally graced the shelves of the icebox were now locked in a battle for dominance against containers of what appeared to be ash, gruel and in some instances ashened gruel; Sweetie Belle’s handiwork no doubt. She recalled that Rarity had been giving Sweetie Belle cooking lessons as of late and from what she could see, the younger unicorn’s cooking ability had made no progress at all.
 
Through the fancy and the fear inducing, Silver Spoon scoured those shelves until she came across a simple package of éclairs from Sugarcube Corner that she snatched up and threw into the microwave. Once the pastries had become warm and the strawberry cream became gooey and moist, Silver Spoon retired to a couch in the boutique’s foyer and ate patiently as she waited on Sweetie Belle, wondering just what kind of surprise the unicorn had in store for her. Luckily for her, she wouldn’t have to wonder too long as the sound of hoofsteps descending a staircase caught her ear.
 
  She turned her gaze to the source of the sound and saw Sweetie Belle in a thin, pink bathrobe smiling at her from the banister. “Come on up, Silvy. Everything’s ready.” the unicorn said, her cheeks sporting a light blush as she retreated back up the stairs.
 
Swallowing her last mouthful of pastry, Silver Spoon set the sweets aside and made her way up the stairs, where she saw Sweetie Belle disappear into the shadows of the darkened master bedroom with a giggle. Curiosity piqued and an excited grin tugging at her lips, Silver Spoon followed the giddy unicorn in, the door shutting behind her as she entered. The curtains had been drawn shut, scattered candlelight and the scent of faintly burning incense guided her attention towards the Sweetie Belle-shaped silhouette standing with her back to Silver Spoon in the center of the room.

“We’re going to do it in your sister’s room?” Silver Spoon couldn’t fight the naughty smile crawling onto her lips.
 
Sweetie Belle shrugged. “It’s about time somepony did. Now, are you ready for your surprise?” Sweetie Belle didn’t wait for an answer as she undid the ties on the bathrobe and allowed it to slide gracefully from her shoulders, the garment coiling into a terrycloth puddle at her hooves, revealing her little ‘surprise’ to the room’s sole spectator. Turning around, she asked simply, “Do you like it, baby?”
 
Silver Spoon’s mouth hung slightly agape as she took in the tight, dark purple corset and saddle combination squeezing into her marefriend’s cute but pudgy waist. Her eyes travelled to Sweetie’s rather round rump which played host to a similarly colored garterbelt that in turn hoisted up a pair of floral pattern stockings— which were as racy as they were lacy— over the length of her long, shapely legs.
 
Silver Spoon had been so utterly taken aback by her special somepony’s transformation that she didn’t even notice Sweetie Belle had closed the distance between them until the she took Silver Spoon by the chin and tilted her gaze to meet her own. “Hey,” she said coolly, “I asked you a question.” 

 Silver Spoon opened her mouth to stammer out a response, but was suddenly silenced by a rather forceful kiss from her lingerie-clad lover. The kiss was passionate as it was sudden, Sweetie Belle forcing her off-guard paramour back a few steps. It was intense, it was splendorous, but above all, it was over just as quickly as it began, what with Sweetie Belle giggling before breaking contact.

“Hey…” 

Silver Spoon’ gripes would fall on deaf ears as Sweetie Belle turned about and smiled over her shoulder before strutting away to her older sister’s bed. She slid luxuriously onto the silken bedspread, lying down on her side as she slid a hoof along her hourglass hips, playfully sashaying her tail from side to side in an inviting manner. “Well?” she said expectantly, “are you just gonna stand there staring, or...?” 

Intoxicated by the residual sweetness of lip balm and Sweetie Belle’s saliva, Silver Spoon found herself bedbound. Clambering onto a piece of real estate by the unicorn’s side, Silver Spoon wrapped her forelegs around Sweetie’s doughy waist and drew her in, greeting the tease with her tongue. Sweetie Belle smiled at this development, but went with it and just as enthusiastically—perhaps even moreso— engaged in the gentle tussle of tongues, eagerly tasting and exploring the inside of her marefriend’s mouth. She couldn’t help massaging her tongue along Silver Spoon’s, the pleasant sliminess and warmth just felt amazing. Besides that, the earth pony’s breath was so sweet, bordering on tart. She tasted just like… just like… 

Sweetie Belle pulled off of Silver Spoon with a suspicious scowl. “You ate Rarity’s éclairs, didn’t you?”

Silver Spoon stole a short kiss, and stroked Sweetie’s adorably angry cheeks before answering, “Yeah, so?”

“She’s going to kill us.” Sweetie said, shuffling closer to Silver Spoon, resting her forehead against the earth pony’s.

“Kill me?” Silver Spoon rubbed her nose against Sweetie’s in an eskimo kiss as she massaged her hooves into that soft marshmallowy flank. “I think she’d understand completely considering the alternative was suffering through dishes that you prepared.”

“And what’s wrong with my cooking? Hm?” Sweetie leaned in and gently bit Silver’s lower lip drawing out a soft growl.

“I think the better question is: what’s right with it in the first place?”

Sweetie Belle puffed her cheeks out again and deepened her scowl, “You’re a real brat, you know that?”

“And your cooking sucks.” Silver Spoon stole another kiss from the tiffed unicorn.

“Oh, kiss my ass.”

“Mmm… in a bit.” Silver Spoon began nipping at Sweetie Belle’s neck causing the unicorn to purr in contentment.

“Careful, Silvy,” Sweetie Belle, breathed, travelling down and between Silver Spoon’s firm thighs with a curious hoof. “I might hold you to that.”

“You’d better.” Silver Spoon cooed, allowing her hoof to follow the same course on Sweetie Belle’s body. The pair gasped in tandem as their hooves found purchase on one another’s sex. For a moment, they admired the flushed, half-lidded looks on one another’s face, savored the humid warmth of short, panting breaths on the other’s lips. For all their synchronised exploration up to this point, Silver was the first to move, drawing circles along Sweetie Belle’s lips, delighting in the way that her pussy moistened with each pass. Sweetie shuddered and clasped her thighs tighter around her lover’s hoof, inviting Silver Spoon even further into her. 

Sweetie Belle, far from being the greedy sort, began returning the favor by sliding her hoof into Silver’s cunt, determined to go inch for inch and stroke for stroke with her lady. She grinned as she brushed over the pewter mare’s clit and heard her gasp as though she’d been touched by Celestia herself. As their hooves worked, their lips met in passionate aggression, both seemingly trying to eat the other’s face off.

“F-fuck that feels good,” Silver Spoon whined, much to Sweetie Belle’s delight; it was clear who was winning this little game. The unicorn dwelled there for a moment, working her hooves in as she observed the lewd moans and lovely facial expressions of her submissive lover. 

Feeling as though she was gaining the upperhoof, Sweetie Belle leaned her weight over, forcing Silver Spoon onto her back and straddling her, all the while keeping her hoof planted on Silver Spoon’s pussy. Silver Spoon moved to cup Sweetie Belle’s rump with her hooves, massaging her marefriend’s ample ass.

“Oh, so you like my ass, baby?” Sweetie Belle had to have asked the question at least a hundred times before in their previous sessions and yet there was just something about the way she said it that made each time just as sexy as the first.

“Of course I like it,” Silver Spoon purred as Sweetie Belle leaned in and lightly trailed her tongue along Silver Spoon’s ear.

“Mmm… why don’t you tell me what you like about it then? If I like your answer, I might just give you a little reward.” Sweetie Belle said in a breathy tone.

“I love how big and soft it is,” Silver Spoon praised as she bit and sucked on her love’s neck hard enough to leave a mark.

“Oh, do you now?” Sweetie Belle bit Silver Spoon’s ear and tugged on it playfully, making her wince.

“I love the way boys stop and stare at it whenever you walk past.” Silver Spoon punctuated her statement with a slap to the derriere of the hour.

“And why’s that, Silvy?”

“Because it’s all mine.”

A pleased yet devious smirk crossed Sweetie Belle’s lips. “Well then, I think you’d better tell that to Scootaloo…” she teased.

“Excuse me?” Silver Spoon snapped.

“Kidding, Silvy.” For her failing attempts at humor, Sweetie Belle would be rewarded with a glare from her other half.

“That’s not funny.” 

“Sorry, baby…” Sweetie Belle turned to her lover with puppy dog eyes. “Let me make it up to you?”

SIlver Spoon’s glare softened into a flat expectant stare.

 Sweetie Belle sat up and turned around, presenting SIlver Spoon with a perfect view of her lady parts. “There you go, Silvy: It’s all yours~♥. Are you going to forgive me now?”

“Hmmm… your apology’s under review,” Silver Spoon declared, seizing the unicorn by her heart and treble clef cutie marks.

“Under review?” Sweetie Belle pouted as her flank was drawn back by Silver Spoon. “What do you mean under review?”

In the interest of showing rather telling, Silver Spoon craned her neck forward and planted her lips on the ivory folds of the unicorn’s marehood. She lingered there, peppering her marefriend’s sweet, musky slit with soft kisses before bringing her tongue into the mix. Silver Spoon could feel the muscles in Sweetie Belle’s thighs tense up as she penetrated her warm pussy, savoring the flavors of her love’s arousal as Sweetie’s vaginal walls pulsed around her tongue, inviting her to explore even deeper. 

As Silver Spoon ate her pussy from the bottom, Sweetie Belle sat up and began rhythmically driving her hips and ass against the earth pony’s muzzle, helping Silver Spoon to hit all the right spots. Sensual moans escaped her as Silver Spoon began spelling out the ABC’s with her tongue, all the while using Sweetie’s thigh high stockings as leverage to tongue fuck her harder.

“Yeah, Silvy, right there… just like that, baby, just like that…”  the unicorn panted as she began to touch herself in time with her special somepony’s tongue-strokes. Silver Spoon took notice of this and pulled her tongue away, smiling cattily as she left her lover wanting for more. 

“Mmmf… Silvy!” Sweetie Belle griped much to her earth pony counterpart’s delight. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t see the scheming glint in Silver Spoon’s eyes. “Why are you stoppi— h-hey!” Sweetie Belle yelped as her lover’s tongue travelled a mere two inches upwards, boldly going where Sweetie Belle had expressly forbidden it from going before. Though the taste was less than desirable, the way Sweetie Belle’s thighs and ass immediately locked up from mere contact made the gesture worth every second of the “unique” flavor on her tongue. “Who t-told you that you could lick there?” she asked, clearly cross with the giving party, but enjoying the act on some level.

“Well, why would you keep it so clean if you didn’t want me to pay any attention to it? Hm?”

“Well… because… I— kya!”

Silver Spoon planted a kiss on Sweetie’s puckered little asshole causing it to pucker even tighter, the tension causing juices to flow freely from her lover’s neglected pussy to her chin. Silver Spoon pulled the unicorn’s delicious derriere down, smothering her face with its soft, marshmallow-like consistency as she continued to ravage the robust rear to her heart’s content.

A stern swat of Sweetie Belle’s tail saw Silver Spoon rubbing her cheek as her blushing sweetheart stood up and bored into her with an emerald eyed glare.

“Too far?” Silver Spoon asked. 

“Maybe,” Sweetie Belle said coldly.

“I’m... sorry?”

“Not yet, you’re not,”  Sweetie Belle flashed an alligator grin as her horn flared up in a green aura of magic. “But you’re about to be.”

Before she could ask what Sweetie Belle had meant by her last statement, Silver Spoon found her body enveloped in a shimmering veil of magic that lifted her from the bed. “Hey, put me down!” she demanded as Sweetie Belle turned her over on her belly. 

“Oh, I will, in just a minute…” the green light from Sweetie Belle’s horn grew brighter as she summoned four long, silk scarves from Rarity’s closet. At her behest, the scarves slithered and snaked around each of the earth pony’s legs and secured themselves tightly to each corner of the bed as Sweetie Belle released Silver Spoon from her magical hold.

“Tying me to the bed?” Silver Spoon pulled at her restraints only to find they wouldn’t budge in the slightest. “That’s a little much, don’t you think?”

“Nope,” Sweetie Belle replied, crawling between her marefriend’s spread legs. Brushing Silver Spoon’s tail to the side, she didn’t waste anytime spreading and marvelling at Silver Spoon’s exposed sex. “Wow, Silvy, your pussy’s so cute and pink,” she said, mindfully tracing a hoof along Silver Spoon’s smooth inner lips. “So nice and wet too… I’d say it’s the perfect time to try these out.” Sweetie Belle summoned the small black satchel that she’d received from Scootaloo earlier that day and began rifling through the bags surprisingly varied contents. She and Silver Spoon had used dildos and vibrators a few times before, but the toys Scootaloo had imparted on the couple… just by looking at them, Sweetie Belle could tell they were of a much higher caliber.

“Perfect time to try ‘what’ out?” Silver Spoon craned her neck to see what Sweetie Belle was going on about, but unfortunately the unicorn was just out of her line of sight. “Hey, you better not try anything funny back there!”

“Somehow I don’t think—” Sweetie Belle paused to lightly slap Silver Spoon’s ass before returning to her satchel, “—you’re in any position to make demands right now, Silvy. Oooh, this one looks a good place to start. I wonder what it does...” In her telekinetic grasp, Sweetie Belle held what appeared to be a rather small plastic egg, magenta in color, attached to a small controller. A closer look at the controller revealed a dial with five options that read: 1) Off 2) On 3) Slightly more On 4) Goodness’ sake, it’s On, and lastly 5) Lost some sensitivity down there, have we?

Curious, Sweetie Belle turned the dial to ‘1’, causing the egg shaped piece to start buzzing softly. She touched it and was surprised at how intensely the little egg was vibrating. With a half a clue as to what she was doing, Sweetie Belle experimentally inched her new discovery towards Silver Spoon’s slit.

“Oh!” Silver Spoon gave a sudden jolt as the vibrating egg made contact, and began to resonate through her nethers. “Oh, wow… what is that?”

“Dunno... do you like it, Silvy?”

“♥~Mmmhhmm~♥” Silver Spoon couldn’t help wiggling her hips and back against the egg, doing the best she could to maneuver the piece towards her clitoris in spite of her restraints. “I think we should get one of these for ourselves.”

“That good, huh?” The unicorn asked under her breath, slightly envious. She’d have to give herself a go with it later. It was at this moment that Sweetie Belle’s eyes fell across the controller display, reminding her that this was just the lowest setting. A sinister leer found its way onto Sweetie Belle’s face as she turned the dial three clicks to the right.

“Nya!” Silver Spoon whinnied as a torrent of sensations coursed through the toy and exploded through her every nerve ending. Sweetie Belle slid the egg around Silver Spoon’s pallete, gauging the reactions and whines from her special somepony as she went. She’d been sexually active with Silver Spoon for a little over six months now, and she’d never heard Silver Spoon cry out like this when they were intimate with eachother.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Silver Spoon cried through the pleasure overload, tugging futilely at her restraints.

 Perhaps there was something to this whole sex toy business afterall, but as of this moment she couldn’t help feeling just a little left out. Ignoring Silver Spoon for just a moment, Sweetie Belle started rooting through the bag of sex toys, in search of something that could remedy the feeling of exclusion the tiny vibrator had left her with, and did she ever find it. Sweetie Belle pulled out what appeared to be a pair of assless latex panties with a rather thick plastic replica of a penis protruding from the front.

“I’m close, I’m so close... oh fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna— hey!” Silver Spoon cried as Sweetie Belle swatted the mini-vibrator away, depriving her lover the sweet release of her oh so near orgasm. “What did you do that for? I was so close!”

“Relax, Silvy, you don’t want to fill up on foreplay before the main course, do you? Besides, why should that thing get to have all the fun when—” Sweetie Belle tightened the straps of her faux phallus around her thighs. “—I can do it better?” she finished as she prepared to mount Silver Spoon’s backside.

Silver Spoon turned her head and rose an eyebrow at the claim. “Oh, can you really?” 

“Sure I can! Just, uh…” Sweetie Belle found herself struggling to line the head of the dildo with Silver Spoon’s slit. “Just give me a second to… there we go...” Sweetie Belle cooed as she felt Silver Spoon’s pussy take hold of the strap on. She gently urged her hips back and forth, loosening and moistening Silver Spoon, allowing for a far smoother penetration. Sweetie Belle ran her hooves along Silver Spoon’s thighs and belly, laying soft kisses on her trembling lover’s neck.

Wrapping her hooves around Silver Spoon’s surprisingly taut belly, Sweetie Belle pushed the strap-on cock as far forward as it would go. She could feel SiIver Spoon go tense beneath her, smiling as the bound earth pony had bit into the bedsheets to stifle her cries.  “Didn’t I tell you that I’d do it better?” she whispered into her bound lover’s ear before softly grazing her teeth along it.

“Yeah...” Silver Spoon panted as she clenched her pussy tighter around the counterfeit cock.

“You want me to move baby?” Sweetie Belle asked, brushing her lips down Silver Spoon’s neck.

“Mmhmm…”

“Want me to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours until you can’t walk straight?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Hmm… I dunno, that’s a pretty tall order…”

“What?”

“Come on, don’t act like you don’t know how ‘messy’ you tend to get when we bring toys in.”

Silver Spoon felt her cheeks grow flush at the mention, “Tch, we’ll wash her damn sheets afterwards.” 

“We’ll wash her sheets?”

“Ugh,” Silver Spoon rolled her eyes. “I’ll wash her sheets.”

“Hmm… okay, but only if you say ‘please’...”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding with you?” It in fact did not look like Sweetie Belle was kidding at all.

Silver Spoon scowled at the catty grin on the unicorn’s grill, and very reluctantly forced the word “Please” through grit teeth.

“Come on, you’re going to have to do better than that if you want this.” Sweetie Belle punctuated with a swift buck of her hips, making Silver Spoon give an excited yelp. “Now let me hear it…”

“Ngh.” Silver Spoon turned away and forced herself to make the most embarrassing request of her life. “P-Please fuck my pretty little pussy until I can’t walk straight! There, are you happy?”

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Oh, shut up, and do it already...”

“He, he, alright, alright.” Sweetie Belle seized her pewter lover by the shoulders, holding her steady as she drew back and pumped her hips forward. As the movements for ‘giving’ didn’t exactly come naturally, her thrusts were slow and experimental at first, a means to gauge what felt right versus what would get the biggest reaction out of her partner. It took some time and some very enthusiastic doing, but Sweetie eventually found a rhythm that she was comfortable with and allowed herself to go a little faster, using Silver Spoon’s moans as a measure of her progress. 


And yet, as fun as holding the dominant position was, it simply wasn’t enough for Sweetie Belle; she needed more. With a quick flash of her, the scarves holding Silver Spoon captive unwound themselves and fell away. The grey mare scarcely had a moment to appreciate her liberation as greedy hooves pulled her rump into the air and held it firmly. Sweetie Belle had taken her doggy-style, letting loose with thrusts so powerful they rocked her sister’s rather sturdy four poster bed even close to the wall. 

The ensuing stream of profanities were like music to the unicorn’s ears, and it didn’t hurt that Sweetie Belle had a prime view of Silver Spoon’s toned rump rolling back against her thighs with a meaty smack each time. “♥Oooh♥, yeah, right there, baby, I’m so ♥~ooh~♥ close! Do it harder! Pull my hair!” she cried as she was rutted senseless.

 Sweetie Belle was only to happy to comply with that last request. Leaning forward she bit Silver Spoon’s single, silver braid and yanked back causing her to let loose with an ecstatic squeal as she reached climax. Silver Spoon’s head whipped back in ecstasy as she  sprayed a stream of her warm marecum all over the bed and Sweetie Belle’s thighs, before she surrendered to her body’s convulsions and collapsed onto the bed, shuddering. 

With an immodest smirk on her features, Sweetie Belle rubbed a hoof along the cascading cum on her leg. “Such a messy filly, aren’t you, Silvy?” she joked as she brought the nectar to her lips, tasting it with a contented “Mmm…” 

“F-fuck you, Sweetie...” Silver Spoon stuttered in embarrassment as she struggled to collect herself and her dignity from that gusher of an orgasm.

“Oh, my, such language,” Sweetie Belle remarked as she seized her prone and quivering lover by the chin. “But don’t worry, I’ll help you clean up that attitude of yours.” Selfishly stealing a kiss, she allowed Silver Spoon to fall helplessly back to the bed and undid the strap-on and tossed it carelessly to the side. Reaching back into the bag, Sweetie felt around until she pulled out an interestingly long toy that resembled a thick, foot-and-a-half long serpent with a head on both ends: a double sided dildo. With this, she engulfed the massive mare-pleaser in her magic and hid it behind her back, hoping to give Silver Spoon one of the biggest and longest surprises of her life. “Hey baby, do me a favor?”

“Hm? What is it?” the silver pony said from her position on the bed, slowly slipping into a post-coital coma.

Sweetie Belle mustered the cutest smile and sweetest tone she could before giving her lover a request. “Put your butt back in the air? Please?”

That was enough to encourage Silver Spoon to finally look over to her marefriend, who looked just conspicuous enough to be up to something. “Why?”

“Well, I found something else in Scootaloo’s bag… something fun for both of us~♥,” she said, punctuating with a wink.

Rolling over with a groan, the pewter filly retorted, “Can’t you just use it on yourself?”

“Oh, just do it,” Sweetie Belle said, her words losing their sickeningly sweet veneer.

Shaking her head with a sigh, Silver Spoon did as she was told, even going to far as to offer the courtesy of lifting her tail away for her marefriend’s depraved convenience. Parting Silver Spoon’s labia with her hooves like velvet curtain, Sweetie Belle gave Silver Spoon’s exposed sex a long sloppy lick, making sure it was nice and lubricated lubricated before she telekinetically pushed her new toy into the earth pony’s snatch. On the receiving end, Silver Spoon grit her teeth to cope with inch after hard inch of silicon filling up her still-tender crevice. 

Satisfied with how much of the toy Silver had taken, Sweetie Belle turned around and presented her own mareparts to the other half of the thing. With a bit lip, she eased herself onto it, rubbing herself off with a hoof to help its progress along. It was only of length before her soft ass met Silver Spoon’s with a meaty smack! “There,” she panted, “It’s in. Oh, Celestia is it in…” 

Eager to see how her partner was holding up to the penetration, Sweetie Belle turned and glanced at Silver Spoon’s rump, and upon seeing her mare friend’s metallic lady lumps, she immediately broke into a violent giggle fit that Silver Spoon didn’t appreciate in the least. 

“D-Don’t laugh at me, you airhead! This was your idea!” The flustered earth pony lambasted with a glare at her sniggering sweetheart. 

“I’m—” Sweetie Belle interrupted herself with a fit of chuckling before she found herself able to continue. “I’m not laughing at you, Silvy.”

Silver Spoon rose a suspicious eyebrow at the unicorn. “Then what’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing, just...”

“Just what?”

“You—” Sweetie Belle struggled to stifle a giggle as she spoke, to which Silver Spoon rose an eyebrow. “You know what this reminds me of?”

Silver Spoon cocked a skeptical eyebrow. “No, what?”

“When you and Diamond Tiara used to do that silly secret hoofshake of yours… aww... how did it go?”

“What are you talking about?”  Silver Spoon scrunched her face up in concentration as she tried to recall. “I don’t remember anything about a secret…”

“Oh, I remember now!”

“...hoof...shake… oh, no.”

“Bump…”

“Sweetie…”

“...bump…”

“What are you doing?”

“...sugarlump…”

“Don’t you dare finish th—”

“Rump!” Sweetie Belle threw herself back on the double header, slamming the dildo even deeper into herself and her partner. 

Where Sweetie Belle gave something of a cross between a giggle and a squeak, Silver simply groaned and dragged a hoof down her face in shame. “Remind me why I’m still dating you, again?”
 
“Because you loooove me?” Sweetie Belle fluttered her eyelashes and wiggled her butt and, by association, the double ended replica phallus for effect.

“Well, I suppose you’ve got that going for you at least.”

“And because noponyelse knows how to tap that flank as well as yours truly.”

“Is that a fact?” Silver Spoon paused to push up her glasses. “Then why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, and rut me li— ooh!”

Sweetie Belle’s enthused impatience led her to interject by swiftly slamming her hindquarters back against Silver Spoon, jolting her upright with a whinny. As her marefriend’s angelic voice passed through her ears Sweetie Belle bit her lip out of erotically charged excitement. Forcing herself to clench down firm on the tool, she slid it in and out with ease, delighting with each guttural purr she coerced from Silver Spoon, that is until she was met with resistance. 

This time around, the earth pony wasn’t simply content to ‘receive’, Celestia knows she’d done enough of that this evening. In retaliation she dug her hooves into the sheets and began fucking Sweetie Belle back, taking her marefriend completely by surprise as she plunged the toy into it’s marshmallow-like owner’s hole. She bit her lip as she focused on her rearward strokes, intent on making Sweetie take everything she’d been doling out. It seemed to be working at first, she could feel the unicorn’s knees begin to tremble behind her and could hear that delightfully sweet voice gasping out Celestia and Luna’s names in vain; pleasant indicators that she was totally rocking Sweetie’s world. 

“Woah, Silvy, what’s gotten into you?”

“The same thing that’s getting into you!”

“Oh—hah— really?” Sweetie Belle picked herself up from the mattress, her stance . “Then let’s see what you’ve got! I bet you’ll cum in ten seconds flat!”

“You’re on!”

 A thunderous clap of their fantastically fleshy derrieres signified that what had started as simply sensual sexperimentation had escalated into a full on game of vaginal tug of war. With teeth grit hard enough to crack diamonds and focused looks in their eyes that could bend spoons, the pair hammered themselves against the toy, a light film of sweat beginning to settle on their coats from the exhausting process of fucking eachother’s brains out.

As the match drudged on, both mares found themselves growing wearier with each push, but by the same token, they had also brought each other to the brink of orgasm. The only question was: who would succumb first? If one were allowed the privilege of spectating such a marvelous occurrence, at first glance it would have seemed as though Sweetie Belle would have been the first to climax as her cheeks had grown beet red, a complement to her voice which had reached falsetto levels. However, Silver Spoon was still sensitive from her earlier release and the tool was curved in such a way that it hit all of her sweet spots perfectly, and she wasn’t ashamed to be vocal about it either.

“Wha-what’s the matter, Silvy?” asked Sweetie Belle. “You sound like you’re ready to b-blow.”

Silver Spoon couldn’t respond, hell, she could hardly even stand at this point as she seemed so close to the threshold of sweet release that she could taste it just as much she could feel it. A delightful pressure building up each time the tool dragged along her internal walls, escalating to a peak  only mere strokes away. “Ah, fuck, I’m so close!”

“Me too!” Sweetie Belle whined, her tail reflexively wrapping around Silver Spoon’s for comfort. As their tails intertwined, they came simultaneously, both sliding off the dildo and collapsing onto the sheets, shuddering, sweating and shivering from euphoric sensations coursing through them, quaint little smiles adorning their features.

 The exhausting ordeal was finally over, both young ladies spent, panting for reprieve on Rarity’s sheets which had been sullied by every manner of love stain known to the equine body. but they didn’t care.They were too busy trying to enjoy the postcoital mellowness that followed. Or at least Silver Spoon was. Sweetie Belle was intent on proving that she was still every bit the energetic mare that Silver Spoon had fallen in love with. 

“What’s the matter, Silvy?” Sweetie Belle asked as she stood up and stretched her spine out in a feline manner. “You tired already?”

Silver Spoon merely gave a weak nod in response.

“Tsk, tsk, that just won’t do at all.” 

“‘Just won’t do’? What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” she asked, levitating the bag between them. “We’re only getting started.” 

Silver Spoon’s eyes widened as a plethora of gadgets of all colors, shapes spilled across the bedsheets. Judging from the scandalous look in those brilliant emerald eyes, Silver Spoon could just tell that it was going to be a looooong evening.





Sweetie Belle finally had to lie back on the bed, panting from her efforts with Silver Spoon. They had been going at it for hours, and her body was finally starting to feel the stress of their lovemaking. Between labored breaths, she managed to get a statement out to her lover. “Wow, it’s almost six o’clock. I’m getting kind of tired, you want to take a break, Silvy?” The unicorn looked over to where Silver Spoon was, admiring her beauty. 

The pewter pony had long since been tied up again, this time with her forelegs bound behind her back while four other lengths of rope had been wrapped around her shoulders and knees to suspend her from the ceiling. As it turned out, Scootaloo’s bag of tricks held a surprising amount of toys, and Sweetie was more than willing to test all of them out on her lovely marefriend.
 
Silver Spoon had lost track of when Sweetie had begun implementing each of the marital aids, but the earth pony’s entire body was trembling from her marshmallowy counterpart treating her lithe, grey body like a sexual playground. At first, it was just something small, just a little blindfold to give Silver a sense of surprise and excitement. But now, here she hung from the ceiling, legs bound, clamps bearing down on her vaginal lips, pulling them wide open for easier entry. And she needed that extra opening room for the large rabbit vibrator still inserted in her, pulsing wildly and sending wave after wave of agonizing ecstasy through her clit.

 Silver wanted to tell Sweetie that she wanted, nay, needed a break, but that insatiable minx she called her paramour had quickly fitted Silver with a gag to keep the neighbors from calling the cops with accusations of murder. All the silver filly could do now was moan into the blockage in her mouth as she came again from the vibrator, her lewd juices flowing freely from her slick pussy and adding to the volume of the small pool collecting beneath her.
 
“Hehe, I’ll take that as a yes,” Sweetie giggled as she turned to her side. “You know, I almost hate that we have to give these back to Scootaloo. Who knows when we’ll get to play with them again?” While Sweetie lamented, her lover was starting to struggle against her restraints, jostling the fake phallus she held and forcing her to whine in pleasure.

Sweetie noticed this and began to get her second wind. “Aw, can’t wait to get back to it, Silvy? Why don’t I just get that for you.”
 
Silver’s entire being relaxed as she heard this. Sweetie was finally going to let her down, and after about a day and a half of icing down her privates, she was going to give her lover the talking to of her life about gags and the immediate creation of a safe word.
 
However, Sweetie Belle wasn’t on the same page. “You just can’t get enough today, can you?” The unicorn enveloped the dildo buried in Silver’s snatch with her magic and soft laughter. “You really won’t be able to walk straight after this.” Leaning inches from her marefriend’s pussy, she whispered, “I won’t mind taking care of you.”
 
Without word or warning, Sweetie plunged the vibrator as far into the pewter pony’s glistening slit as it would go before lapping at Silver’s clit furiously. On her end, the grey filly’s body was rapidly approaching sensory overload. She had been cumming and cumming all afternoon, and there was no sign of stopping anytime soon. Her restraints kept her from stopping and the gag stopped everything but her cries of gratification and a steady stream of spittle leaking from the edges of her mouth.
 
Cruelty the farthest thing from her mind, Sweetie Belle was simply enraptured with pleasing her lover. And by Celestia, she was going to give Silver the time of her life. She directed her magically-coated vibrator to pump in and out of Silver’s suspended slit while she began sucking on her paramour’s engorged love button, caressing every inch of it with her tongue.
 
At this time, there was an unexpected entrant to the Carousel Boutique. One who knew its layout well and traversed past the rows upon rows of unique and fabulous fashion designs towards the kitchen area in the rear of the store. The figure sauntered over to the refrigerator and swung it open, scouring its contents for something very specific. After giving the objects inside a third once-over, they moved on to the staircase leading to the upper floor.
 
Partway up the staircase, they heard a faint noise coming from the master bedroom. Their curiosity piqued, they made swift, silent hoofsteps towards the sleeping area. When they were a stone’s throw away from the doorway, the noise had become slightly clearer, almost like somepony was moaning, like they were having a bad dream.
 
The figure giggled quietly to themself. “Adorable little things. The second I go out, they act like they’ve become ladies of the manor.” The creamy white unicorn took a few more steps towards the door. “Let’s see if at least one of them is awake and knows where my éclairs went.”

Now moving without caution, Rarity went to open the door. “Sweetie Belle? Silver Spoon? Are either of you girls awake? I finished negotiations with Hoity Toity early and I was wondering if you two knew whe—"
 
The lavender-maned pony almost couldn’t comprehend the sight that laid within that room.
 
There before Rarity’s very eyes was her innocent little sister, wearing her lingerie, face covered in her marefriend’s cum, using her magic to operate a large vibrating dildo, with a very concerned look. And not only that, but the silver filly was strung up from the ceiling in all sorts of intricate devices and restraints, screaming into a ball gag as a torrent of lewd fluids leaked from her dripping slit. “Uhhh, Rarity, I can explain…"
 
The fashionista stood there with her eyes wide from shock, working her jaw uselessly for words that would never form. Slowly, she backed away from the bedroom without saying a word, the door shutting tightly behind her. Sweetie Belle could hear rapid hoofsteps barreling towards the showroom, followed by a loud slam of the front door.
 
Silver Spoon was mortified. She couldn’t believe her marefriend’s sister, a notorious gossip, had just seen the ending of the most intimate activities she had ever undertaken. What’s worse, she couldn’t believe how hot it was making her.
 
As it turned out, Sweetie Belle had the same feelings. “Well, that was interesting.” Looking back to her lover, the unicorn noticed a new coating of Silver’s cum on the vibrator, taking it as sign to continue.
 
“Silvy, I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist. But I have to say, that excited me, too.” Leaning back to the earth pony’s face, she whispered, “She won’t be back any time soon after that. What do you say we pick up where we left off?” Without waiting for a response, Sweetie Belle trotted back over to the pile of toys they had borrowed.
 
“Hmm, we already used all of these…” Sweetie began absentmindedly swishing her tail back and forth as she contemplated her next move, until it hit her. “You know, Silvy, I always wondered why you were so obsessed with my flank; maybe it’s time I found out what the big deal is.”
 
Silver Spoon was grunting her displeasure at the idea, but with the gag still impeding her, Sweetie mistook them as signs of excitement. “I think so to. So how about we see just how much that tight little asshole of yours can take?”

Now the silver filly was shaking her head wildly, but to no avail. Sweetie still had her vision set squarely on the stack of sex objects, head quickly filling with fantasies of her lover writhing in passion. “Oh, Silvy, you’re so adventurous today! Now where did that bottle of lube get to?”
 
Silver could only sigh in defeat. It had been a long day with no signs of ending any time soon, but she loved her marefriend and she wasn’t exactly hating her paramour’s ministrations. Besides, she could always pay her dear Sweetie Belle back another night.


The End