Silver Spoon's relationship with Diamond Tiara is getting confusing. Who better for her to turn to but her old friends, the Cutie Mark Crusaders?
The old Crusaders, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, are having a special sleepover to celebrate the last of them finally turning 18. Just when the excitement is reaching its peak, somepony knocks at the door. It is none other than Silver Spoon, and she needs help!
Contains: BDSM relationships, SM type play, filly on filly and filly on drake.
All characters are over 18. Since there is never any direct indication of characters ages in the show, I'm assuming Sweetie Belle is the youngest, meaning everyone else is already 18 at the start of this story, including Spike.
“Happy birthday!” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo shouted. Sweetie Belle blushed. The girls were back in Apple Bloom’s tree house, the club they had used so often when they were fillies. They had decided to have a special sleepover to celebrate Sweetie’s 18th birthday. She was the last of the three to turn 18, so there they were, back in their old clubhouse, dressed in pajamas and lounging on piles of pillows and sleeping bags.
“Hey,” Scootaloo nudged her blushing marefriend teasingly, “Now you can come with me to that special club Rainbow Dash showed me.”
Sweetie’s blush deepened. “Scoots! That’s so dirty!”
Scootaloo nipped her ear. “So is most of what we do.” She giggled as Sweetie pushed her away jokingly.
Apple Bloom laughed at their antics, before reaching into a bag and pulling out a familiar looking pastry box, flipping the lid to reveal half a dozen Pinkie-made strawberry cupcakes. “C’mon girls, Ya ain’t gonna make me eat all these mahself are ya?”
“No!” The other two shouted, each reaching for a cupcake. The girls went quiet for a moment, savoring the sugary treats. Sweetie Belle, noticing that Apple Bloom had a smudge of frosting across her muzzle, licked her thumb before reaching over to wipe it off.
“Hay!” Apple Bloom blushed, “What gives?”
“Sorry,” Sweetie giggled, “Too much time with Rarity.”
Apple Bloom grabbed a napkin from the bag so she could wipe off the line of moisture Sweetie had left on her cheek. “Yeah, thanks a lot.” She said sarcastically, nearly missing the signal Scootaloo gave her. “Oh yeah, that reminds me. We got a little present for ya! Here, put this on!” She said, tossing the white unicorn filly a thin velvet blackout mask.
“A blindfold?” Sweetie asked, looking it over.
“Go on, put it on,” Scootaloo encouraged. Sweetie eyed her marefriend. Something in her eyes looked more “bedroom” than “birthday party,” but truth be told that only excited her more. She slipped it on, wondering what the girls had planned.
No sooner had the light been blocked from her eyes did Sweetie feel her wrists grabbed by the tough, wiry hands of her marefriend and pulled together behind her back. She heard a soft click as they were locked in place by what felt like a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. “H-hay, what are you doing?” Her voice squeaked in nervousness, but even though she could break out instantly with her magic, she made no move to try to escape. That was hardly the first time she and Scootaloo had experimented with tying each other up, but the handcuffs and the presence of Apple Bloom changed were definitely new. Scootaloo definitely had a plan, and she was looking forward to it.
“Like them?” Scootaloo asked hopefully, “I swiped, ah, I mean I ‘borrowed’ ‘em from Rainbow Dash’s closet last time we hung out. She shouldn’t miss ‘em.”
Sweetie Belle grinned at the helpless sensation caused by the tough metal. She could already feel herself getting all hot and bothered in anticipation of whatever the other girls had planned. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she allowed herself to be pushed to her knees, then gently lowered onto her back so she was lying with her arms trapped underneath her. She squirmed in delight at the vulnerable feeling, unable to see what the girls were doing.
She strained to hear what was happening, her ears twitching as they picked up the sound of Apple Bloom whispering something in Scootaloo’s ear. She could feel them moving around, shifting the pillows under her with every step of their bare feet.
Suddenly Sweetie felt the pillows depress right next to her. Warm fingers drifted over her belly, between her pajama bottoms and her top. Somepony leaned towards her, so that she could feel their breath on her sensitive ear. “Happy birthday, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said, her voice taking on a husky, lustful tone. Her hand drifted upward, under Sweetie’s shirt, teasing the short white fur of her coat. Sweetie shivered at the ticklish sensation.
Meanwhile Apple Bloom had not been idle. While Scotaloo kept Sweetie occupied, she had taken a seat by the unicorn filly’s feet, grabbing her ankles in her strong earth pony grip. Scootaloo had just delivered her message when Apple Bloom began scrabbling her fingers over the soft soles of her friend’s feet. Sweetie Belle squealed in surprise, instinctively jerking her feet back, only to be held fast by Apple Bloom’s powerful grip.
“Pffffttt… Hahahahaha!” Sweetie exhaled, trying fruitlessly not to laugh. Scootaloo began moving her own fingers, tickling her marefriend’s exposed belly and causing her to shake with laughter. Sweetie squirmed uselessly under their assault, trying to wiggle away, but her friends did not let up for a second. “Hahahahaha, c-c-come on g-girls! Haha! This is, heeheeheehee! This is so mean!”
“Oh, don’t lie,” Scootaloo laughed, moving her free hand to attack Sweetie’s armpit. “We know you love it!”
Tears were streaming down Sweetie’s face as she tried to deny it, but her unstoppable giggling betrayed her. “HAHAHA, OKAY! I ADMIT- AHAHA! I’M GONNA PEE-Hehehehee!”
Scootaloo shook her head, grinning. “No you won’t!” She laughed. “We both know you can take a lot more than this! We don’t stop till we’ve finished giving you the best tickling of your life!” Her grin widened as Sweetie Belle moaned, betraying the other effect the girls were having on her. “Aww, that’s the sound I like! You’re so cute like this!” With one hand, she undid the bottom two buttons of Sweetie’s sleep shirt, leaning down to plant a little kiss on the soft fur. Sweetie moaned again in appreciation.
Apple Bloom continued teasing the filly’s tender feet, giggling as she wiggled her fingers from one sole to the other, before teasing them across the delicate arches to her heels. Sweetie kicked and squirmed under the treatment, but Apple Bloom held her fast. Scootaloo had told her the “safe word” to listen for, and until she herd that she was going to give her friend the best time of her life.
An idea popped into Apple Bloom’s head and she glanced around until she found a distinctive orange item lying on one of the pillows. She stretched for it, not letting go of Sweetie’s ankles, and managed to capture the thing. She looked at it, one of Scootaloo’s feathers which had fallen out when she was preening earlier. Apple Bloom grinned evilly. It was exactly what she needed, about a foot long, and incredibly soft. Slowly, she drew the tip across Sweetie’s feet.
The result was instantaneous. Sweetie squealed loudly, redoubling her efforts to kick herself free. “A-Apple Bloom! HAHAHA No that tickles!” Apple Bloom just laughed as she continued whirling the tip over her friend’s sensitive feet.
Scootaloo continued to plant kisses all up and down her marefriend’s tender belly. She smiled as the muscles undulated beneath her as Sweetie alternated between laughing and gasping for breath. The orange pegasus stuck out her long tongue, dipping it into Sweetie’s navel. She squealed as the warm, moist muscle teased her belly button.
To Sweetie, it felt like her stomach was filled with tiny butterflies. As her friends teased her, she could feel a kind of heat beginning to grow inside her core. She shivered, pressing and rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy herself. Scootaloo noticed and teasingly pinched her side. “Ah-ah, you know better, Sweetie. You gotta ask permission!” Sweetie moaned as Scootaloo forced her hand in between her clenching thighs, keeping her from stimulating herself.
“Maybe you need some punishment?” Scootaloo said, using her other hand to unbutton the rest Sweetie’s top, causing the fabric to slide away and reveal her pert C-cups. She then fluttered her wing, teasing the feathery tip over the sensitive mounds. Sweetie gasped, her face going red. Scootaloo grinned. She loved tormenting Sweetie’s breasts, and only partly because they were bigger than her own A-cups. It was the noises Sweetie made that made it really fun. As she used her mouth and wing to tease Sweetie’s upper body, her other wing flittered around the waistband of her marefriend’s pants, slipping under the loose elastic and brushing over the treasure beneath.
Sweetie’s laughter finally died down, replaced by sensual moans. She writhed under the four point assault as her feet, belly, breasts, and pussy were all teased at once. Her breath came in shallow gasps as the pleasure wracked through her body. Her blush deepened as she felt the wetness between her legs grow and detected the heady smell of arousal in the air.
“Ooh, somepony is enjoying her present,” Scootaloo teased, shifting her position to straddle Sweetie’s legs. “Hay, Apple Bloom, help me out?”
Apple Bloom nodded, finally allowing Sweetie to kick her legs free. She and Scootaloo had already planned everything out the night before, so without another word from her pegasus friend she positioned herself behind Sweetie Belle, lifting her up so her head and shoulders rested on the earth pony’s lap. She planted a kiss on her friend’s horn before reaching down to play with her breasts.
Sweetie Belle was on cloud nine. What could be better than making love with her marefriend and her best friend? She moaned in ecstasy, sinking her head into the farm pony’s soft lap. She sighed appreciatively as she felt Apple Bloom’s strong, yet soft, hands gently fondled her sensitive tits.
Scootaloo smiled at the sight. She was glad to see Sweetie so happy. When they had begun going out, they had worried about the effect their relationship would have on the group. Fortunately, their bonds had only strengthened, both with each other and with Apple Bloom. The earth filly may have technically been single, but that had not prevented them from fooling around on occasion. That was, in fact, how they had discovered Sweetie’s submissive side.
Scootaloo giggled as a particularly loud moan filled the tree house. With a mischievous grin she began working her fingers under the waistband of Sweetie’s pajama bottoms before pulling them down, exposing her marefriend’s delicate folds, still moist from her teasing from before. She took a deep breath, deeply inhaling the familiar aroma.
She gently spread her marefriend’s legs, allowing herself a more full view of the unicorn filly’s pussy. She licked her lips, then leaned forward to plan her muzzle squarely over the throbbing mound. She blew gently on the moist slit and was gratified to hear a small cry in response. She grinned. Sweetie had always been sensitive, but that only made the teasing all the more fun. Scootaloo once again stuck out her tongue, taking a slow, teasing poke at the wet folds before her.
Sweetie’s reaction was immediate. Her legs clamped shut around Scootaloo’s head, forcing her muzzle even closer to her crotch. Her head bucked backwards, driving the dull tip of her horn into Apple Bloom’s generous bosom, making the earth filly let out a moan of her own. Scootaloo giggled, licking at the bitter juices of her marefriend’s arousal. At first she had not liked the taste, but as they dated it had grown on her quickly, as the more she tasted the more she knew her Sweetie was enjoying herself.
Scootaloo whirled her tongue around, trailing it up and down Sweetie’s moist slit. The unicorn filly moaned at the sensation, and Scootaloo could feel her thighs tremble around her head. She continued to push with her tongue, delving deeper inside the folds, lapping at the warm inner walls with her long, flexible tongue.
“S-Scoot!” Sweetie gasped, trembling as pleasure wracked her body. “Don’t s-stop!” Scootaloo began licking with even more gusto, and Apple Bloom continued to fondle the little mare’s breasts. Finally, it was all too much and with a squeal Sweetie Belle came. Her legs tightened around Scootaloo’s head, pushing her muzzle right into the emerging flood of cum. Scootalo had to drink for all she was worth to keep from drowning in Sweetie’s juices. Finally, Sweetie relaxed, her legs flopping to the sides in exhaustion. Scootaloo grabbed a napkin to wipe up what little cum she couldn’t get, while Apple Bloom cradled Sweetie’s head in her lap. Then they just sat for a moment, resting in each other’s company and enjoying their bond.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Hello?” Said a familiar voice. Before the girls could answer or react, the door opened, and in walked none other than Silver Spoon. Her eyes widened and her face went crimson as she spotted the crusaders. “I-I-I’m sorry, I’ll c-come back later…” She stammered, turning to leave, before Apple Bloom called her.
“Wait!”
==O==
“Sorry ya had to see that,” Apple Bloom said, blushing a little. She had taken Silver Spoon out onto the little balcony outside the tree house to give the other girls a chance to clean and cover up.
“Oh, um… actually… I-I didn’t mind… all that much…” Silver Spoon trailed off, nervously tugging at her braid. Awkward silence descended, as the two earth mares looked at the ground. “A-actually, I wanted to ask you girls for help with something… I didn’t mean to barge in like I did.”
“It’s fine,” Apple Bloom assured her, “To tell ya the truth we were just relieved it wasn’t mah sister.”
Silver Spoon giggled at that, but continued to shyly tug on her braid. “Um, what I wanted to ask you…” She trailed off, a tinge of pink coloring the silvery fur of her cheeks.
“Yeah?” Apple Bloom prodded.
“It’s about Diamond Tiara. W-well, sort of. I’ve just, there’s a small problem…”
Apple Bloom’s expression darkened. “She’s not being mean to ya again, is she?”
“W-what? No! Of course not! How could you ask that?”
Apple Bloom recoiled. “S-sorry, Ah shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions…”
The two girls fell silent as Silver Spoon worked up the courage to say what she needed to. “She, she’s been wonderful, but, something’s missing. Don’t get me wrong! I’m glad she and I are so close now, and she always listens to what I have to say, and asks my opinion but… I, I almost miss being bossed around like before. I can’t explain it, and I know it’s weird, but…”
Apple Bloom chuckled. “Ah know what ya mean. Ah never personally worried about it, Ah know pretty well what Ah like, but I was there when Sweetie was first figurin it out, back when she and Scoots first started dating. The important thing, what let her work it all out, was that she was open with us, and we were there for her. Friendship is all about trust, and, well, so it that.”
Silver Spoon put her face in her hands and let out a groan, “So you’re saying I should just tell her.”
“Yeah, basically.”
“But I can’t!” Silver Spoon protested, “She’s my best friend! She means the world to me! I can’t risk having her think I’m… weird.”
“Well,” Apple Bloom said hesitantly, “Ah don’t know what to tell ya. Ah mean, I know how she used to be, but she’s changed a lot over the last few years. She’s really grown into a great pony, and I think ya could trust her with this. Ah mean, ya trusted me with it.”
Silver Spoon sniffed, tears forming in her eyes as she leaned against the wall of the clubhouse. “I, I know, you’re right. I just, I’m not ready. I can’t…” She trailed off.
Apple Bloom patted her shoulder. “Look, ya saw the kind of stuff we were doing, whether ya meant to or not. Is that what you really want?”
The silver mare spoke, trembling as a few tears managed to escape and roll down her cheek. “I don’t know. I just... this is all so new to me, I’m not used to feeling so unsure about stuff like this!” She sighed. “I came to you for advice, because you three are my best friends besides DT. Do you think- I mean, would you be willing to um, you know… walk me through it?”
Apple Bloom hesitated for a moment, mulling it over. On the one hand, this was a very personal and intimate thing she was asking. On the other, they were friends, and Apple Bloom was never one to let down a friend in need. “Come on, let’s see if the others are done cleaning up in there. Then we can have a nice discussion, and see what they think. ‘Kay?”
“Alright, Silver Spoon,” Apple Bloom said, “Ya need to put this on!” She tossed Silver Spoon a small black garment. Silver spoon unfolded it, holding it up to inspect it.
“A maid costume?” Silver Spoon asked, raising an eyebrow. “What would I want to wear this for?”
Apple Bloom clapped a hand to the mare’s shoulder. “Because Ah ordered ya to, silly. Didn’t ya way ya wanted to learn about yer submissive side? Well, what better way to do than then by being a maid for a while? Y’all have maids, don’cha?”
Silver Spoon bit her lip, “W-well, yes, I suppose…”
“And you do wanna do this, right?” Apple Bloom asked again.
“Y-yes.” Silver Spoon said, face flushed in embarrassment.
“Then ah order you to wear it!” Apple Bloom chirped.
The words sent a shiver down Silver Spoon’s spine, all the way through her tail. She had thought she knew what she was getting herself into, but actually hearing the words made it all the more real. “O-okay,” She said, then looked around. “Um… is there a curtain I can use? Or… something?”
Apple Bloom tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Hm, nope,” She said a smile breaking out on her muzzle. “Unless ya wanna change outside.”
Silver Spoon went rigid. She looked out the window. Sure, it was night, but the full moon was out, lighting the orchard in a soft glow. In all likelihood everypony would be asleep, but… the thought was just too much. Sure, Diamond Tiara had seen her naked once or twice, but the thought of being naked outside, in public, it was just too much. “N-no, I’ll change here… Um, can you turn around?”
Apple Bloom’s grin widened. “Nope.” Behind her Sootaloo and Sweetie Belle giggled. They had agreed to let Apple Bloom be the one to help Silver Spoon start off, as they had some unfinished business to take care of with each other, but this was too good to miss. It was not about shaming a childhood bully, they were long past that, but something about seeing the prim and proper Silver Spoon being ordered to strip was very enticing.
Silver Spoon huffed, her blush deepening to a deep crimson. “Fine.” She turned around, presenting her back to the other girls, before taking off her shirt and throwing it to the ground in one swift motion. Then she slipped her thumbs into the waistband her modest skirt, bending over to work it down her voluptuous legs and to her ankles.
Apple Bloom held her breath, becoming more than a little turned on by the sight before her. Silver Spoon’s generous flank strained against her tight, sky blue panties, bouncing a little as she stepped out of her skirt. Apple Bloom had to restrain herself. She was so very tempted to smack the bouncing flank before her, but held herself back. Soon, she promised herself.
Free of her clothes, Silver Spoon quickly slipped into the maid costume. Or squeezed, more accurately. The tiny garment had clearly been made for someone smaller and less… well-endowed. Already her generous D-cups threatened to burst out of the top, and her breathing was a bit shallow. She grabbed the frilly hem of the skirt, pulling it down in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty. Then, taking as deep a breath as she could, she turned around, nervously adjusting her glasses as she presented herself to the other fillies’ gazes.
Scootaloo let out a low whistle, only to be nudged in the ribs by Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom could feel her own heartbeat increasing at the sight of the nervous earth pony fidgeting in the skimpy costume.
“W-why do you even have this?” Silver Spoon asked.
Sweetie Belle giggled. “It’s mine, I wore it on Nightmare Night last year.”
Scootaloo laughed with her, throwing an arm around her marefriend and ruffling her mane. “Yeah, she wore it on our first date, and she was adorable!”
“Oh yeah? More than being caught with your pants down a few minutes ago?” Scootaloo laughed, only to be hit in the face by a thrown pillow. She flashed a predatory grin at Sweetie. “Oh, so that’s how ya wanna play it huh? Well, I still need to punish you for cumming without asking! Come’re you!” With a flap of her wings she tackled the giggling filly onto the pile blankets.
Apple Bloom rolled her eyes at their antics. “Come on, Silver Spoon, how about a little twirl, huh?”
Silver Spoon nodded, her heart pounding I her chest, whether from fear or excitement she couldn’t say as she spun around on one foot in a perfect pirouette. A wave of confidence washed over her as she finished her spin and saw Apple Bloom with her jaw hanging open. She giggled. “Like what you see, Bloom?”
That time it was Apple Bloom’s turn to blush. She shook her head to snap herself out of it, her cherry red mane bouncing behind her. “R-right. Okay umm…” She looked around trying to find the other object she had found with the maid outfit. Spotting it, she swept it up and handed it to the costumed mare.
Silver Spoon took the object, an old fashioned feather duster. “And why exactly do you have this?” She asked, eying the incredibly dusty clubhouse with a critical eye. Clearly the thing had not been used for its intended purpose.
Apple Bloom shrugged. “It’s uh, one of Scoots’ toys.”
It took a moment for Silver Spoon to process the comment. When she did, she blanched, dropping the item. “Oh eww! Eww! Eww!” She frantically wiped her hand on the skirt of her dress while Apple Bloom laughed. She glared at the yellow mare.
“Sorry,” Apple Bloom said, catching her breath, “Ah shoulda mentioned Ah cleaned it first. We were gonna use it on Sweetie tonight.”
“Oh… right…” Silver Spoon said, trailing off uncertainly. “A-and you’re sure she’s okay with me uh, barging in on her birthday like this?”
Apple Bloom glanced over to where Scootaloo was lying on top of the once again cuffed Sweetie Belle, tickling her sides and nibbling her ear as the white filly squirmed underneath her. “Ah think they’re fine. Now, go on, get to dusting!”
Silver Spoon jumped as she felt a firm smack on her flank. She shot Apple Bloom a glare, then stuck her muzzle up with a huff and walked over to a little table. She looked down. It was rather filthy. She began dusting with a flick of her wrist.
While Apple Bloom monitored Silver Spoon, pointing out new things to dust as soon as she would finish an item, Scootaloo had Sweetie Belle at her mercy. She had wrestled with the unicorn until they were both grinning and breathing heavily, then she grabbed a box, sat down, and pulled Sweetie over her lap. Sweetie squealed as Scootaloo held her down, draped over the pegasus’ legs. The orange filly had grabbed her cuffed arms, and was currently rubbing her hand over Sweetie’s ass.
“You know, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, “I did tell you not to orgasm without permission. I was gonna let it slide because it’s your birthday and all, but…” She smiled evilly, “This is more fun!”
Sweetie Belle giggled, but pretended to protest. “Oh no! Don’t spank me Scootaloo! I promise I’ll be a good filly!” She cried, wiggling around on Scootaloo’s lap and waving her pert butt in the pegasus’ face.
Scootaloo grinned wickedly as she lifted her hand, then brought it back down with a loud smack! Sweetie squealed in delight as the impact made her butt jiggle. Scootaloo hit her again, on the other cheek, eliciting another adorable squeak. Sweetie writhed under the treatment, as the sharp sting traveled up her body, once again igniting the warm fire of her arousal.
Scootaloo continued to spank Sweetie Belle for some time, randomly alternating sides just to keep her marefriend guessing. Meanwhile, their activities had not gone unnoticed by Silver Spoon. As she worked, she found her ears twitching toward the sounds of slapping and moaning coming from the other side of the room. She glanced at Apple Bloom, who also seemed to be preoccupied with watching her friends’ shenanigans. Deciding she was safe for the time being, Silver Spoon slipped a hand underneath her skirt in an effort to relieve some of the burning arousal building in her nethers.
No sooner had her fingers found their way inside her panties did Silver Spoon feel a dark, looming presence behind her. An arm reached around her and a hand grabbed her wrist in an iron grip.
“What are ya doing there, Silver Spoon?” Apple Bloom asked in a voice as hard as iron.
Silver Spoon froze, her blood running cold. “N-n-nothing!” She shuddered, knowing full well she had been caught red handed.
Apple Bloom giggled. “Ah’m just messing with ya.” She said, releasing Silver Spoon’s hand. “Ya know, if ya wanted to get off that bad, Ah could of helped. But,” She winked, “Ya gotta give before ya can get.”
The implications of Apple Bloom’s words caused Silver Spoon’s face to turn red. Yet, despite her embarrassment, she found she could not dismiss the idea. “O-okay,” She said.
Apple Bloom grinned, leaning against a wall with her hands behind her head. “Well, Ah’m waiting. Go ahead.”
Silver Spoon nodded and kneeled in front of Apple Bloom, her muzzle right about at crotch level. She reached up, hooking her fingers through the other filly’s waist band, and slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms. There were no panties underneath, and Silver Spoon blushed a little as she saw where the golden fur or Bloom’s belly gave way to a triangle of curly, reddish colored hair. She reached up with one of her delicate hands, rubbing a thumb through the thicker hair around Bloom’s mound.
Apple Bloom sighed in contentment. Silver Spoon had not even touched her pussy yet and she already felt her pleasure beginning to build. Despite her occasional experimentation with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, she had never actually given or received oral. This would effectively be her first time. She hid her nervousness behind a veneer of confidence. “
“Don’t k-keep me waiting, Silver Spoon,” She said. Despite her best efforts she could not prevent the slightest bit of a voice crack escape her lips. “Hurry up!”
Silver Spoon smirked. She could already tell that the balance of power had shifted. This was an area she actually had some experience in. Despite her uncertainty about her relationship with Diamond Tiara, the two fillies had experimented before, and Silver Spoon knew just what to do.
She moved in slowly, breathing heavily, her breath teasing the short yellow fur on Apple Bloom’s inner thigh. She placed her muzzle against her soft skin, taking in a deep breath of Bloom’s scent. She planted a small kiss on Bloom’s left leg, just above her knee, then another slightly higher up. The yellow filly shuddered beneath her.
Silver Spoon continued trailing kisses up Apple Bloom’s thigh. Bloom tensed as Silver’s muzzle hovered over her sex, but the bespectacled filly passed over it and began laying kisses on the opposite thigh instead. “Silver Spooon…” Apple Bloom groaned.
Once again Silver Spoon’s mouth approached Apple Bloom’s pussy, but this time she did not pass it. Instead she leaned in close, sticking out her tongue to lightly prod at the moist slit. The effect was immediate, turning Apple Bloom’s legs to jelly. She pressed herself into the wall and put a hand on Silver Spoon’s shoulder for support.
Silver Spoon quickened her pace, her tongue darting in and out and flicking over Bloom’s throbbing mound. Sometimes she would lean in closer, alternating licking with small kisses. Apple Bloom shuddered again, her legs practically giving out.
Time to really blow her away, Silver Spoon decided. Grabbing one of the yellow filly’s legs, Silver spoon lifted and put it over her shoulder, then did the same with the other leg, setting Apple Bloom squarely on her shoulders. She stood up, her earth pony strength allowing her to effortlessly lift the other filly. She pressed Apple Bloom into the wall, shamelessly pressing her muzzle into the curly red hair in front of her. Her tongue forced its way between Apple Bloom’s tight folds, causing the yellow mare to gasp and pant heavily. She let her tongue explore Apple Bloom’s pussy fully, the long, wet muscle poking and prodding at the soft inner walls. The bitter taste of mare cum coated her tongue, but she lapped it up happily.
Silver Spoon pulled away, planting another kiss on Bloom’s pussy. She poked at the folds with her muzzle until she found the small nub of Apple Bloom’s clit. Finding it, she took the small bud between her lips, gently suckling on it and making Bloom moan in pleasure. Her tongue flicked over it, whirling around it in agonizing circles.
Apple Bloom gripped Silver Spoon’s braid in an iron grip, pulling the silver mare’s hair. The feelings coming from her pussy were too intense, unlike anything she had ever felt before, even when masturbating. Suddenly it was all too much and, with a rush of pleasure, she came. Her thighs tightened against Silver Spoon’s skull, pulling her muzzle back inside as a stream of juices covered her face and the front of her uniform.
Silver Spoon pulled back, licking her lips clean as Apple Bloom’s cum dribbled down her chin. She smiled, carefully setting her tired friend back on the floor. She looked down at her uniform. She would have to take care of that later.
==O==
Apple Bloom’s eyes slowly fluttered open. As she slowly regained her faculties, she noticed that she was wearing a thin blanket and nothing else. She sat up, disoriented. The room was dark, but she could tell that she was lying on one of the sleeping bags the girls had brought for the sleep over.
What… what happened? She wondered. Suddenly everything came back to her. Sweetie’s party, Silver Spoon, her orgasm. It must have been pretty intense since she had apparently fallen asleep almost immediately. She looked around, searching for any sign of her friends.
She spotted Scootaloo first, courtesy of her loud snoring. She was leaning up against a wall, using her own wings as a blanket. She shifted in her sleep, revealing the form of Sweetie Belle sleeping next to her.
Well, that’s two outta three. But where the hay is Silver Spoon?
Her question was answered by a light moan. Apple Bloom snapped her head around to investigate the source of the noise. What she saw brought a smile to her muzzle. Next to her, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, was the silver mare. She was mumbling in her sleep. Apple Bloom lied down next to her, back to back.
Suddenly she felt the other filly move behind her, and an arm wrapped around her from behind. “Thank you…” Silver Spoon whispered.
Apple Bloom was about to answer when she was interrupted by the sound of peaceful snoring. The mare had been talking in her sleep. Apple Bloom shrugged, allowing herself another small smile as she pressed herself into the embrace and fell asleep.
Spike walked leisurely past the rows of apple trees, inhaling a deep breath of the sweet orchard air. It was a perfect summer day, not to hot, not to humid, and not a cloud in the sky.
A prismatic blur shot through the sky, Rainbow Dash rushing off on some errand, or maybe escaping the scene of a prank. He chuckled to himself, wondering what kind of trouble the mare might have gotten herself into this time.
Soon he reached a branch in the road, where one well-worn trail curved away through the trees away from the main path. He took the new path, taking in the scenery as he casually sauntered toward the old treehouse at the other end. He crossed his fingers, hoping that the old Crusaders would be there hanging out today. After all, what better way to spend a rare day off than by goofing off with friends his age?
As Spike neared the treehouse, the sound of voices caught his attention. He smiled to himself. Well, sounds like I guessed right! There was a loud, high-pitched squeal. Yup, he smirked, that’s Sweetie Belle alright!
Sprinting the last few feet, Spike climbed the small ramp and threw open the door. “Hay every- what the heck!?” He shouted, jaw dropping and cheeks turning crimson. His eyes flicked back and forth as his brain tried to register what was happening in front of him.
Sweetie Belle was bound hand and foot, rough baling twine circling her ankles, and wrists. She was laying on her back with her head in Scootaloo’s lap, the orange pegasus grasping a handful of the small unicorn’s perky tits. Silver spoon was standing over them, her hands cuffed at the wrists with fuzzy pink handcuffs and a big table spoon clenched between her teeth, piled with melting ice cream. Apple Bloom had a firm grip on the handcuff chains, her other hand holding a small leather crop poised to strike Silver’s pert bottom.
And oh yes, they were all quite naked.
Everypony froze at the unexpected interruption, wide eyes staring at the young drake. No one dared to make a move, as if any word or motion would lead to disaster. Silence hung in the air like a ton of bricks ready to fall.
A single drop of melted ice cream gathered at the edge of the spoon, until gravity became too much and it dropped. Sweetie squealed again as the freezing drop landed on her belly, and suddenly the silence shattered.
“S-Spike!?”
“What are you doing here!?”
“Knock damnit!”
“I-I’m sorry!”
Spike’s hand shot to his face, covering his eyes, and he turned away, partly to hide his sudden erection. His tail flicked in agitation as he wondered just what in Equestria he was supposed to do in a situation like that. “U-uh I guess I’d b-better run! Buh, uh bye girls!”
He tried to run out but was pulled back by a sudden pressure on his shirt collar as a powerful hand pulled him back. He lost his balance and fell on his ass, looking up in confusion to see Apple Bloom standing over him, looking down on him with her hands on her hips. The stern look on her face was somewhat overshadowed by the bouncing of her naked breasts.
“And just where do ya think yer going, Spike?” She demanded.
“Just, uh, just going home! Nope, didn’t see anything, nothing at all! I’m just gonna head back to the castle, do some cleaning, and set myself on fire! Yup! Sounds like a plan!” He babbled.
“Ha! That’d be awesome!” Scootaloo shouted, only to be hit in the face by a pillow kicked by Apple Bloom.
“Aww, stop teasing Spikey!” Sweetie Belle chimed in, “He should stay!”
“Yeah!” Scootaloo added, picking pillow feathers out of her teeth. “Why not? Could be fun!”
Apple Bloom smirked. Spike would certainly make an interesting addition to their little party. But there was one more mare to ask. “Silver Spoon?”
The silver furred filly blushed at being put on the spot like that, but after a moment’s hesitation she nodded. What’s the harm? She thought, I’ve already gone crazy, what’s one more thing?
“Well, it’s unanimous! Yer in!” Apple Bloom declared.
“W-wait!” Spike stuttered, “Don’t I get a vote!?”
Apple Bloom sighed and rolled her eyes, then looked pointedly at the growing bulge in the young dragon’s jeans. “Spike, would ya like to come hang out with a bunch of naked, horny fillies all afternoon, and most likely have a great time and probably sex?”
Spike was too busy picking his jaw up off the floor to answer right away. Finally he shook himself out of his stupor long enough to form a reply. “W-well, when you put it that way I can hardly refuse!” He laughed.
“Great!” Apple Bloom cheered. “Let’s get ya outta those clothes first!”
Spike quickly discarded his sweater and shirt, tossing them to the floor before unbuckling his pants and stepping out of them as well. He hesitated before removing his boxers, but a quick glance around reminded him that everypony else was naked anyway. He instinctively covered himself with his tail, but forced himself to lower it with his boxers.
He stood in front of the fillies, completely exposed, awkwardly aware of his fully erected cock. His friends stared at it, filling him with a strange mixture of embarrassment and pride. His youthful, saurian frame was slighter than the average stallion, a trait Twilight assured him he would soon grow out of. He was fit despite his small stature, courtesy of an active lifestyle, and fortunately for his pride his penis was not afflicted by the same smallness, standing out at a respectable distance.
“Um, now what?” He asked, awkwardly running a hand over the long green spines on his head.
Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, though she wore a playful smirk. She forgot how sheltered a life Spike led, even compared to the others. Clearly he would need a bit of help.
Silver Spoon yelped as Bloom’s crop landed across her flank with a loud smack, and she dropped the spoon in her mouth. The half-melted ice cream splattered all over Sweetie Belle’s chest and stomach, making her squeal as the cold globs soaked her fur and skin.
“Oh no,” Apple Bloom deadpanned, “Someone spilled ice cream on Sweetie Belle.”
“Ah-Apple Bloom, it’s cooold!” Sweetie squeaked desperately, wiggling in Scootaloo’s arms. The pegasus laughed, planting a little kiss on Sweetie’s horn.
“Don’t worry,” Spike said with a grin, getting onto all fours, “I think I can take care of it.”
“Hurry it up, Spike,” Scootaloo said, nuzzling Sweetie’s cheek, “My marefriend is getting cold!”
Spike crawled over the white filly’s bound legs until he was straddling her waist, his dick brushing the thin fur on her thighs. He leaned down until she could feel his warm breath on her fur, and his forked tongue snaked out and began lapping up the sticky mess on her belly. He flicked his tongue back and forth, tasting every inch of her as he made his way toward her modest breasts.
Sweetie’s breathing became quick and shallow as Spike worked his magic. Saliva and ice cream made her fur stick up in places, and the coolness made goosebumps rise across her skin. Scootaloo held her tight as Spike reached the bottoms of her white breasts, moving closer and closer to her teats. Finally his tongue lapped across one of her nipples. “S-Spikey!” She wailed.
Her cry made him pause, and he swallowed thickly as the nickname reignited an old flame inside him. Looking up at her gasping face, he realized, perhaps for the first time, just how much she looked like her older sister. His cock throbbed at the sight of her blushing, gasping face.
Suddenly something soft and heavy landed across his back. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and he could feel a pair of thick thighs settle around his powerful tail. He quickly identified the weight as Silver Spoon, lying on top of him with her massive breasts pushing into his back, and he could feel two spots where her rock hard nipples pressed into his smooth scales. One of her arms drifted downward, and he moaned softly as she grabbed his penis in a firm grip.
“Come on, keep licking,” Scootaloo said, reaching up to flick Spike in the snout. He shook his head and shot her a playful glare before getting back to work, licking up the sticky cream that remained. As he licked, though, he found it harder and harder to concentrate, as Silver Spoon began stroking his penis up and down. He growled as his focus continued to crumble, barely managing to finish with Sweetie before he lost it completely.
“S-Spikey,” Sweetie moaned, the smell of her arousal filling the room, “P-please, b-buck meee!”
Spike had just enough presence of mind to check Scootaloo’s reaction, only for her to nod her own assent. With that, he glanced back at Silver Spoon. “H-help me put it in,” He gasped huskily. He felt her grip on his penis tighten as she guided it toward Sweetie’s moist folds.
His cock twitched and he almost lost his balance as his tip brushed against her throbbing, wet folds. Silver shifted her grip, aiming his shaft downward so he could press it directly into her pussy. He bucked his hips, thrusting downward, and felt warm flash wrap around his cock.
Sweetie gasped as his member pressed hard against her slit, its ridges rubbing across her labia. “Spike it- it’s not in!” She gasped.
Spike glanced down to where his rod was impaled between the soft thighs of the bound filly. He grunted. With her legs in that position it would be impossible for him to penetrate her properly. Silver Spoon saw it too, and wrapped her other arm around Sweetie’s thin waist, forcing her to rest her own weight fully on Spike. She lifted the unicorn filly’s waist up off the floor, bringing it into alignment with Spike’s cock. “Go,” She said, once again angling his dick toward the slit. He thrust and this time it went in.
Sweetie Belle screamed in ecstasy as she was pierced by the first inch of his shaft. It went in easy, her opening already soaked from the girls’ earlier teasing. Spike pressed forward, filling her with two inches, then three. There he stopped, pulling out halfway before thrusting in again. The angle made it a tight fit, but that only brought more pleasure to both.
Silver Spoon was not being left out of the action either. Her hands were kept busy, one squeezing Sweetie’s ass while the other gently toyed with Spike’s balls. Her breasts pressed heavily into Spike’s back under her own weight, and her teats rubbed erotically against his leathery, scaled skin. The firm pressure on her hardened nipples sent waves of pleasure to her own pussy.
As Spike continued to thrust into Sweetie Belle, his tail began to thrash between Silver Spoon’s legs. She let out a gasp as the scaly appendage brushed over her pussy, and realized that she was nearly as aroused as the other filly. Without realizing it she began grinding herself against the tail, gasping every time one of his smooth spines slipped between her folds.
She heard a wisht and felt a sharp sting against her flank as Apple Bloom swung the crop. “Did ah tell ya that ya could do that?” Bloom demanded, landing a second smack across her other cheek. Silver gasped as the stinging pain in her ass mixed with the throbbing pleasure in her pussy to drown her brain in a muddled pool of ecstasy.
Sweetie was the first to cum. Scootaloo had started playing with her breasts while Spike bucked her hard, filling her with his full length. The head of his penis passed over her G spot, back and forth, and the combined stimulus was too much to take. She screamed, arching her back as her walls constricted around the throbbing cock.
Silver came next, literally riding out her orgasm on Spike’s back. An especially large spine penetrated her slit, and her thighs clenched around his tail, pushing the spine in even deeper. Apple Bloom continued to spank her, and each stroke seemed to bring her to a new peak as she humped the invader. Finally she collapsed on top of Spike’s back, completely spent.
The extra weight was all it took, and Spike lost control, losing his balance and hilting completely inside Sweetie’s cunt. Her walls continued to squeeze his member, and it was all he could do to hold out for another second before he burst, filling her with his white sperm until it dribbled out around his shaft.
He collapsed on top of the white filly, exhausted. “H-hay!” Scootaloo exclaimed as she was crushed under the combined weight of three of her friends. She was unable to free herself, so it came down to Apple Bloom to help her tired friends separate. With her earth pony might she effortlessly lifted Silver Spoon, placing her gently onto her sleeping bag where she almost immediately dozed off. She then helped Spike regain his balance as he gingerly withdrew his softening penis from Sweetie’s pussy.
“Hah, thanks, Apple Bloom,” He panted.
She blushed, rubbing a hand through her red hair. “It was nothing, really.”
“No, I mean, thanks for convincing me to join in.”
Apple Bloom just smiled. Then she leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ah’m gonna look after Silver Spoon. Check on Sweetie and Scoots, will ya?”
Spike nodded, blushing, and crawled over to where Scootaloo was gently cradling Sweetie Belle, the younger filly looking like she was about three seconds from following Silver’s example. “How is she?”
“Happy,” Scootaloo said with a smirk. “Hay, by the way, this doesn’t change anything, she’s mine!”
Spike chuckled at her playful tone. “Oh yeah,” He joked, “We’ll just see about that.”
“Shh, it’s sleepy time now,” Sweetie whispered, holding a finger to her muzzle. Then she turned to Spike with a small smile. “Thank you, that felt really great.”
Spike blushed and ran a hand over his scales, mirroring Apple Bloom’s move earlier. “Yeah, it uh, felt really good for me too. Uh, sorry I didn’t, you know, pull out. Silver Spoon fell, and-”
Sweetie shook her head, putting her finger over Spikes lips. “It’s okay, Spikey, you couldn’t get me pregnant or anything anyway. That’s half the reason we were okay with you joining anyway.”
He nodded, looking relieved. “Thanks, I’m glad. Oh, and happy birthday.”
Sweetie giggled. “Thanks. I loved my present.”
==O==
The four fillies and Spike sat around a bowl of popcorn and chatted. They had all gotten cleaned up, and some had taken naps, but now spirits were high and they were just reveling in each other’s company. None of them had bothered to put on clothes. What would have been the point? They had all seen it all already, and the night was warm and the pillows soft against their bodies.
Sweetie and Scootaloo were curled up together, sharing a thermos of hot coco. Sweetie dipped her muzzle into her mug to pick out a marshmallow, and Scootaloo giggled as she suddenly grew a chocolate flavored moustache. The pegasus licked her thumb in order to reach over and clean her marefriend’s lip.
Silver Spoon, Apple Bloom, and Spike were sitting together, the two fillies taking turns tossing bits of popcorn into the drake’s open maw. He watched as the buttered treats arced through the air, deftly snapping them out of the air.
Suddenly they heard footsteps on the ramp outside, and before anyone could even think to cover up with a blanket the door slammed open, revealing the worried form of Diamond Tiara. “Hay girls, has anypony see- WHAT THE HAY IS GOING ON HERE!?”
“Doesn’t anypony ever knock!?” Apple Bloom complained.
“It worked out well for me,” Spike said.
“Silver Spoon!” DT shouted, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where have you been!? Why are you naked? By Celestia, if you’ve hurt my friend-!”
Her tirade was interrupted by Silver Spoon rushing over and grabbing her by the shoulders. “Diamond, it’s not what you think!”
“There had better be a darn good explanation,” Diamond Tiara huffed.
“There is, Ah promise,” Apple Bloom said, backing up Silver Spoon. “Just sit down, let’s talk about it. Uh, Spike? Maybe y’all should cover up…”
“Eep!” Spike scrambled for a pillow to put in his lap, face darkening in a blush.
Diamond Tiara sat, arms crossed and eyes hard. “Well?”
Apple Bloom and Silver Spoon took turns explaining what had happened, with occasional commentary from the other three. They finished, looking at DT hopefully. She looked thoughtful, if still slightly miffed. “I’m going outside, I need a minute to think.” The others glanced at each other, concerned, but no one tried to follow her as she stepped out into the orchard.
“I, I think we’d better get dressed,” Spike suggested.
==O==
Diamond Tiara returned after about half an hour, clutching a paper bag. She faced her friends, outwardly stern but inwardly filled with butterflies. Silver Spoon had come here, done all that, because of her? Her heart fluttered and her head felt a bit woozy. But she knew what she had to do. Her friend needed her, and she would not let her down.
Stepping forward, Diamond finally broke the awkward silence. “You really want to do this?” She asked. Silver Spoon nodded. “Then put this on.” She handed the bag over to her best friend. Silver looked inside, and withdrew a thin leather collar.
“This is… for me?” She asked.
“Yes,” Diamond Tiara nodded, “But only if it’s what you really want.”
Silver Spoon hesitated for no more than a second before fastening the collar around her neck and handing the end of the leash to Diamond Tiara. The pink earth mare took it and gave it a sample tug. Silver Spoon felt a shock of excitement as the line pulled taut.
“Very well then,” Diamond said, clicking her tongue, “Come.”
Silver Spoon bowed her head and followed obediently, her tail flicking wildly to show off her excitement. The pair was heading out of the clearing, but just before they were out of sight they turned back. Silver waved at the crusaders. “Thank you!” She called. Diamond Tiara was less vocal, but they could all see the genuine smile that sat across her muzzle as she led her friend away.