The Spin Cycle
"How can one pony have so much laundry? Just how many outfits does Rarity wear in one day?" Sweetie Belle huffed in annoyance as she separated out various loads into corresponding baskets.
Sweetie Belle usually only had her own minimal amount of laundry to worry about, but with her sister sick with the stomach flu, and their parents away on a trip for their anniversary; Sweetie Belle now had the unpleasant task of doing somepony else's chores.
"At least the grosser parts of this job are done." Sweetie Belle thought to herself, as she remembered the stained bed sheets she washed a bit earlier.
Knowing how picky Rarity can be, Sweetie Belle decided to get her "delicates" out of the way.
"Honestly, why couldn't she have a front loader like mom and dad have at home? Ah well, at least I have a step stool." Sweetie Bell complained as she climbed up and put in the next load.
With the load in and the machine set, Sweetie Belle went into the living room and sat down for a quick break. Her normally hyper self nearly always had to do something, but was content this time to lie back in the welcoming arms of the couch. Just as she was getting comfortable she was interrupted by a loud metallic thumping noise.
"Uh oh." Sweetie Belle said as she rushed over to the washing machine.
Sweetie Belle quickly pushed the emergency stop button and opened it up. Nothing looked out of the ordinary and there weren't that many clothes in, yet Sweetie Belle still decided to even everything out anyway. Once she was satisfied Sweetie Belle turned it back on, yet nothing happened.
"What?" Sweetie Belle asked as she looked over to see none of the lights on the machine were turned on.
Sweetie Belle hopped onto of the machine to get a close look, she checked the back of the machine and everything seemed like it was plugged in. She looked at the emergency stop button, and saw that light still on, she remembered that she had to push and hold the emergency stop button to turn everything back on.
"Ooooh" Sweetie Belle gasped as she felt a sudden tingling feeling between her thighs as the washing machine vibrated and hummed back to life.
It felt relaxing, like that massage Sweetie Belle got that one time she went with her sister to the spa yet it was somehow different. Sweetie Belle felt a warm, wet sensation in her fillyhood she brought her hoof down to find that she was starting to make a small wet spot on the washing machine. Sweetie Belle didn't know what it was, but knew that it wasn't pee, part of her thought she should get off the washer and clean up her mess yet it was almost as if some hidden untapped instinct urged her to continue.
"Mmmmm" Sweetie Belle moaned softly, as she surrendered to the mysterious, unexpected pleasure.
Sweetie felt a dull, yet pleasant ache that she couldn't put her hoof on yet was somehow familiar. She felt as if a pressure was gradually building in her, a pressure that needed to be released, yet didn't know what or how. All she remembered was the last time she felt that way was when she saw Spikes penis. He had snuck into Rarity's room and was masturbating on her bed. Sweetie Belle had seen the occasional penis on stallions as well as colts her own age, yet something about him doing that made her want to touch it. Yet she simply watched him and trotted away from Spike, before he was able to notice anything. Sweetie Belle began to blush, her arousal being brought to new heights as she began to fantasize about him.
"Oh my gosh, oh Spike." Sweetie Belle didn't know why she called out his name, but something about it felt right.
Sweetie Belle clenched her legs together to get more comfortable as images and sounds of Spike slowly stroking his thick dragonhood began to play back in her mind as if she were watching a movie. She bit her lips and tried to stifle a scream as she felt her legs brush against her clit, the contrast between her leg movements and the vibrations of the washing machine were driving Sweetie Belle into an erotic frenzy that reminded her of overhearing Rarity describe a "pleasurable agony" when she "made love" to her coltfriend. At the time, Sweetie Belle thought nothing of it as lovers kiss all the time, but wondered at that moment if her sister was referring to something else mares and stallions do. But if that was the case how could she feel this now and not while she was kissing? Could Spike have felt the same way when he snuck into Rarity's bedroom? Sweetie Belle had all sorts of questions in her mind, but ones that she knew had to be answer later as her need overwhelmed her more and more by the second. She knew she was getting closer, closer, closer, something was coming.
"Aiiiie!" Sweetie Belle let out a high pitched squeal as she finally began to cum, releasing a gush of filly juice all over the washing machine.
Sweetie Belle kept screaming, even after the crash of her first orgasm she once more felt the same pressure begin to build, as the washing machine kept going. Sweetie Belle's upward climb toward ecstasy resumed as her sensitive fillyhood was assaulted by the continuing hum of the washing machine. Her second orgasm claimed her not long after her first as she was already building toward a third as she unconsciously began to thrust her hips back and forth, humping the machine. Sweetie Belle could barely breathe; she felt as if she was on the world's best roller coaster, the dramatic highs and lows of her explainable pleasure making her young mind unable to distinguish one climax from the next.
Tears welled up in Sweetie Belles eyes and drool dripped down her chin, all rational thought, inhibitions and sense of time itself thrown out the window. She had no idea how long she had been doing this and how much longer her young body could take it as she gradually felt her consciousness begin to fade. Sweetie Belle couldn't get off the machine anymore even if she wanted to. Her humping motions stopped as she helplessly stared into space and let the machine it have its way with her. Sweetie Bell let out one last shriek of pleasure, her pussy one last burst of juice as her last orgasm ripped through her. Her body went limp; the room went dark as she blacked out.
Sweetie Belle woke up an hour later, the smell and stains of her activities reminding her that what happened, whatever it was, was no dream. She rested for a moment longer as she began to realize that her still exhausted body could still barely move after its ordeal.
"What in the name of Equestria is goin' on?"
Sweetie Belle gasped in terror as she heard a familiar voice. Within moments, Applejack, Twilight Sparkle and Spike came into the room to find her with her legs still spread open and the evidence of what she had done still apparent.
"Uhhh Spike, I think we have to go," Twilight said, her face bright red with embarrassment as she escorted Spike out who began to develop an obvious erection.
"Sweetie Belle, what ya'll did was perfectly natural. Applebloom does it; I do it, and though she is a bit more reluctant to admit it, Twilight does as well, but that ain't what a washing machine is for." Applejack said with a mix of understanding and mild annoyance.
"I am sorry, Applejack," Sweetie Belle apologized.
"It is alright. Let's get ya cleaned up. You get some rest, and once Rarity is better, maybe you and her can have a talk about other ways to take care of yer sexual needs," Applejack said in a motherly tone.
"What is secks-sual?" Sweetie Bell asked.
"It looks like you and Rarity are gonna have more to talk about than I thought."
"As awesome as it was, I think I am going to hold off for a few days before doing it again," Sweetie Belle replied