Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon (ED)

Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon

    “Puh-leeeze?” Sweetie Belle begged.
    “I already told you no,” Twilight Sparkle said.  “That’s my final word on the subject.”
    “But...but you cast it on Apple Bloom!”
    Twilight sighed heavily in frustration.  “Yes, I know.  I remember.  It didn’t work.  I told you,  just like I told Apple Bloom, you can’t use magic to make yourself a grown-up.  That’s just something you have to do for yourself.  It worked for a little while, and then it faded.”
    “But that’s all I want,” Sweetie Belle said.
    “What?”
    “I only want to be a grown-up for a little while.  Just to see what it feels like.  Apple Bloom got a chance.  Do you remember being little?  It stinks.  Everybody says things like ‘Oh, don’t worry, darling, it will be better when you’re older,’ and ‘Darling, just forget it, you’ll understand when you’re older.’  Well, people have been telling me that for a whole long time now, and things never get any better.  And they don’t make more sense either.  So I want to see what it’s like to be a grown-up because I don’t know if I believe them anymore.”
    Twilight looked down into Sweetie Belle’s pouting, upturned face.  She tried not to give any indication that she had just become sympathetic.  “Alright,” Twilight said, scratching at her scalp with her fingers.  “If I make you a grown-up, just for a little while, will you leave me alone?  I’ve got a lot of reading to do.”
    “Deal!” Sweetie Belle said, spitting in her hand and sticking it out for a shake.
    “And you’ll remember it’s only temporary?” Twilight said, without taking her hand.
    “Got it,” Sweetie said cheerfully, wiping her hand on her dress.
    Twilight hung her head down.  For a moment Sweetie wondered if she had fallen asleep on her own two feet.  Then it seemed like Twilight was beginning to hum, or at least groan deep down in her throat.  Sweetie noticed that Twilight’s hands, while not balled into fists, seemed to be straining at something, kind of like when sis was really, really mad at her.  Then her hands started to glow.  When Twilight held her head up again and opened her eyes, they were glowing too.  Suddenly, Sweetie Belle was enveloped by a glowing purple aura.  Then she started to stretch.  It was the most unusual sensation she had ever felt.  She knew it should hurt horribly, yet it didn’t.  Everything else she could feel: her bones lengthened. her muscles expanded, her proportions changed, and her baby teeth simply changed into adult ones without falling out.
    She was floating a couple of feet off the ground when the spell finally ended, and she floated back to the ground.  Only she wasn’t sure that she had reached it at first, because now she stood a head taller than Twilight.  It was very disorienting.
    Twilight had a light sweat on her face.  She was also panting a bit from exertion.  “Well, there you go,” she said.  “Turns out you grow into a very pretty young lady, but everybody already told you that.”
    Sweetie Belle held her hands up to her face.  Her fingers seemed so long and delicate.  She almost wanted to cry, they were so pretty.  Then she looked down.  She flinched in surprise.  She had two ample breasts, and the cleavage to go with them.  Her long, white sundress was now barely covering all of the important spots.  She couldn’t decide if she should should pull the bustline up or the hemline down.
    “Yeah,” Twilight said, noticing Sweetie’s problem.  “Well, it’s not as bad as Apple Bloom and her overalls, but you’ll still have to do something about that.  I don’t have anything that will fit you.  Maybe you should hurry over to your sister’s dress shop and find something appropriate.”
    “Oh, I know!  I could take the alley, and then nobody would see me!” Sweetie Belle headed over to the library’s back door.
    “Hey, wait!” Twilight shouted.  Sweetie Belle froze in her tracks.
    “Yeah?”
    “It’s very important that you remember the spell is only temporary.”
    “You don’t have to talk to me like I’m little.”
    “Actually, yeah, I do.  You’ve got a grown body.  Very grown, I have to admit.  But on the inside you’re still a little girl.  And you’re only going to have that body for a little while.  I can’t tell you how long.  It could be minutes.  It could be hours.  Apple Bloom only lasted less than an hour.  You can change back at any time.”
    “OK.  Jeez.  I got it.”  Sweetie Belle turned back to towards the door.
	“And don’t forget, take your sundress everywhere you go, for when you do change,” Twilight yelled after her.

    Sweetie Belle tried running down the alleyway.  She ran just like she had always run, but she had to stop.  Her breasts took her by complete surprise.  She hadn’t been expecting them to flop up and down like that.  She didn’t like them at all.  They were horribly inconvenient.  She crossed her arms across her chest, holding both of them, then sort of lightly jogged down the alley.
    She reached the back door of the Carousel Boutique unseen.  She found that Rarity hadn’t locked up the back door yet.  Sweetie Belle was relieved; it was close to closing time, and she hadn’t brought a key.  In the backroom she grabbed two armfuls of clothes that she thought might fit, then rushed into one of the shop’s changing rooms.
    She almost screamed.  Instead she placed both hands over mouth.  She hadn’t prepared to look at herself in a full length mirror.  Sweetie Belle had always known that she’d grow into a woman some day, but that had always been an abstract thought.  She had never really thought of what exactly she’d look like, at least in this detail.
    She started to cry.  She was beautiful.  Perfect and grown.  She was so, so tall, and it made the whole world look different.  Her figure was an elegant hourglass shape.  She wanted to see herself naked, just to know how her body had changed.  She pulled her old sundress up and it almost got stuck around her head; she had to struggle out of it.
    Sweetie Belle was surprised, again, by the sight of her bare breasts in the mirror.  They seemed so large and ungainly, yet at the same time they looked pretty, at least in the way breasts were supposed to.  Her nipples stood out the most.  This morning they had been barely dime sized and just a light, soft pink.  Now they were enormous, and darker in color.  The tips of her nipples looked like fleshy, maroon, miniature marshmallows.  When she reached up with a fingertip and touched one, it started to contract.  A shiver went up her spine.  Both of her nipples grew erect as she watched them.  She started to twist them with her fingers.  They were so sensitive.  Then she cupped her palms against her breasts, hefting them and squeezing them, feeling just how soft they were.  She decided she liked them after all.
    Her panties were bothering her.  They had been digging into her skin and riding up her butt ever since she had grown.  Suddenly she had remembered she might have a cutie mark now.  Apple Bloom had gotten one before she turned back.  Twilight said it wasn’t necessarily the one she would grow up with, but it had still been there for at least  a little while.
    Sweetie Belle turned her butt to the mirror and pulled her panties down a bit.  There was a red line where the waistband had pressed into her alabaster white cheeks.  Sure enough, there was cutie mark, right on her flank.  There were three flowers in various shades of purple.  She couldn’t tell what they were, exactly.  The blossoms looked like bells, foxglove perhaps, but not in clusters.  Sweetie couldn’t tell what it was supposed to mean.  She’d be a gardener?  A florist?  Maybe the bells represented music somehow?
    Sweetie put it out of her mind for the moment.  This might not even be the mark she’d get eventually.  It was just sort of practice.  She pulled down her panties and stood back up to receive another shock.  She had a large, hairy bush covering her pussy.  It was a deep, dark purple.  She ran her fingers through it, not exactly sure how she felt about it being so thick and curly.  At least it seemed to be a final stamp indicating, for now, that she was all grown up.
    Sweetie Belle started trying on the different outfits.  Most of them didn’t fit right.  The seventh one fit just perfectly, and she didn’t try on anything else after that.  It was thin dress with a plunging neckline, charcoal gray, almost black.  At first she didn’t think it fit.  It was very difficult to get on.
    Once she squeezed herself in, she couldn’t believe her own eyes.  She looked gorgeous.  It seemed as if she had been poured into this dress.  It was as if it were made just for her.  If she turned into a little girl right this instant, she would keep it until she could grow back into it.
    She had to show somebody.  She had to show Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.  She had to show her sister.
    Sweetie Belle came bounding out of the dressing room.  Rarity was on the sales floor.  She looked over at Sweetie Belle as she approached.
    “Excuse me, miss,” she said.  “We’ve just closed our doors.  I didn’t know you were in the changing roo...” Rarity stopped dead in her tracks.  She didn’t understand at first.  She looked Sweetie Belle up and down.  Her mouth slowly dropped open as she realized who this really was.
    “What did you do?” She asked, in a loud and less than pleasant voice.
    “Do you like it?” Sweetie Belle asked cheerfully.  She did a little pirouette.
    “What happened?” Rarity roared.
    “Twilight cast a spell.  She made me a grown up.  Aren’t I pretty?”
    “Twilight?  She did this to you?”
    “Yeah.  Just like Apple Bloom.  Do you remember?”
    “Without my permission?”
    “It’s only temporary.”
    “Look at you!  You’re... you’re...”
    “I’m sorry,” Sweetie Belle said, worried she was in big trouble this time.
    “You’re...well... You’re beautiful,” Rarity’s face fell.  “You’re prettier than I am.  And... and you’re not my little sister any more.”  Her eyes began to tear up.  Sweetie Belle didn’t understand why.
    “Oh, sis!” Sweetie Belle came forward and they put their arms around each other.
    “It’s only temporary, right?” Rarity asked.
    “Twilight said it might only be for a few minutes.”
    “Well,” Rarity sniffed, letting go of her not-so-little sister.  “We might as well enjoy it while it lasts.  I see you’ve already been playing dress up.”
    “You think it looks good on me?”
    “I think it looks perfect.”
    “I need to go show everybody!” Sweetie Belle raced for the door.
    “Wait, wait, wait a minute, young lady!” Rarity called out after her.  “You are not going outside looking like that.”
    “But you said it looks OK.”
    “I said it was perfect.  Which is exactly why I’m not letting you out.  You don’t know what you’re doing, going outside looking like that.  You’re not responsible enough.  You’ll be taken advantage of before you know it.”
    “But...,” Sweetie Belle’s heart sank.  “I just wanted to show Scootaloo and Apple Bloom how pretty I’ll be.”
    “That’s it?”
    “That’s it.”
    Rarity rubbed her brow, feeling a headache coming on.  “Alright, but first lets find you some matching shoes.  And a purse.”

    Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were sitting on a public bench near the town well.  People were passing by left and right as they went about their business.  Neither of the girls paid any attention to them.  They didn’t even notice when Sweetie Belle went walking by, her legs in stockings,  her feet in tall black pumps.
    “Boo!” Sweetie Belle said, as she went back behind the bench and surprised them.  The two little girls weren’t exactly frightened, but they were rather disturbed that this strange lady would approach them in such a weird manner.  Apple Bloom was the first to realize who it was.
    “Holy cow!”  She said.  “Twilight did this to you?”
    “Isn’t it cool?” Sweetie asked.
    It slowly dawned on Scootaloo as Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle chatted away.  They talked just like they always talked, except now Sweetie Belle looked different.  They both congratulated her on her new appearance.
    “You got a cutie mark?” Scootaloo asked.
    “Yeah, but it’s just for a little while.  I don’t know if it means anything.”
    “Let’s see it,” Apple Bloom said.
    Sweetie looked around.  There weren’t too many people around, and none were looking in their direction.  She turned around and hiked up her dress for the two girls.  The mark on her buttcheek was easily visible as she was wearing a thong.  She lowered her dress a second later.
    “Wow,” said Apple Bloom.
    “You’ve got such big boobs,” Scootaloo said.
    “I know,” Sweetie Belle reached up and squeezed them.  She had been squeezing them a lot, once she got used to it.  “You wanna feel?”
    “Uh,” said Scootaloo.  “I’m...confused.”
    “What are you going to do?” Apple Bloom asked.
    “What do you mean?” Sweetie Belle asked.  “I just wanted to show you guys.”
    “Yeah, but you should totally go do something only an adult can do.”
    “But I’m going to turn little again at any time,” Sweetie said.
    “Yeah, I know,” Apple Bloom said.  “I turned back real fast and didn’t get to do anything cool.  I wish I did.  You should do something while you’re still grown up.”
    “You could smoke cigarettes,” Scootaloo ventured.
    “Cigarettes are stinky,” Sweetie Belle said.
    “You could go to Mr. Sleazy’s Adult Shop,” Scootaloo said.  “Only adults can go in.”
    “Eww,” said Sweetie Belle.
    “What about a bar?” Apple Bloom asked.

    Soaren and his companions roared up into the parking lot of The Watering Hole, the best singles bar that Ponyville had to offer.  Each had a custom, chopped motorcycle, Soaren’s being the finest.  He was on a week’s leave from flying for the Wonderbolts, and he decided to go for a long drive out in the countryside.  His entourage had, of course, decided to come with him.
    He stepped up to the bar and sat down on a stool.  One of his buddies started some loud song on the jukebox.  The others sat around him and everybody ordered a beer.  They started talking about the ride out.  The conditions of the road.  Mechanical issues with the bikes.  All the usual bullshit.
    “Hey, Soaren,” one of his buddies said.  “There’s a bogey on your twelve.”
    Soaren leaned over a bit, to look around the bartender.  There were three sections of the bar, at right angles, forming a sort of U-shape.  They were on the side nearest the door.  Over on the other side of the bar, exactly opposite Soaren, there was a beautiful woman.
    Soaren softly whistled.  His friends chuckled.  She wasn’t just beautiful, but a knock out.  Tall.  Pale white skin with a head full of purple hair.  Her sexy black dress fit like a glove.
    “Boys,” he said, “target acquired.”  He took his beer and got back up.  His friends laughed and patted him on the back.
    “Looks like it’ll be another confirmed kill,” one of them said as he took another drink.
    Soaren walked around the bar, beer in hand.  The eyes of his buddies followed him as he went.  The woman seemed fidgety.  Maybe she was waiting for somebody.  Soaren decided that if she was going to be meeting somebody, it may as well be him.
    “Hello,” he said.
    “Oh, hi!” Sweetie Belle said.  “Are you a grown up too?”
    “What?”
    “I’ve never seen a man so much shorter than me before.”
    There was an eruption of laughter from the other side of the bar.  Soaren ignored them.  He was always quick to recover from a tailspin.  “Listen,” he asked, “have you ever seen the inside of a jet fighter cockpit?”
    “Mmmm, no,” Sweetie Belle replied earnestly.  “But last summer my family went on a vacation.  I got to see the inside of a cockpit on that plane.  The pilot gave me a little plastic toy airplane and it was the neatest thing.”
    “Huh?”
    “Oh, hey, is that a beer?” Sweetie asked.
    Soaren looked at the brown bottle in his hand.  What else would it be?  “Uh, yes.”
    “Ooo, can I have a sip?” she asked.  Soaren handed the bottle to the strange yet attractive woman.  She took a sip.  “Oh my god, that’s gross!” she handed it back to him.  “It’s even grosser than wine.  I don’t know why people drink this stuff.”
    “Uhh...you’ve never had beer or wine before?”
    “Huh uh,” Sweetie shook her head.  “I couldn’t.  Today is the first day I’ve been allowed to.”
    “Oh, well, happy birthday!” Soaren said with a smile.
    “What?”
    “You’re here all by yourself  Didn’t your friends want to take you out?”
    “Oh, they’re too young.”
    “That’s a shame.  Mind if I join you?”
    “OK.  Cool.”
    Soaren sat up at the bar next to Sweetie.  His buddies, who had been watching from the other side of the bar, started talking amongst themselves.  They had seen this before.  Soaren was locked onto the target; it was only a matter of time.  “So you don’t like beer, and you don’t like wine.  Have you tried something sweet?”
    “Like what?”
    “Hmm.  I don’t mean to sound presumptuous, but I understand that apple martinis are pretty popular among the ladies.”
    Sweetie Belle didn’t know what presumptuous meant, but she knew she was a lady now.  “My friend likes apples.”
    “Well there you go.”
    “Excuse me?” Sweetie Belle asked the bartender.  “How much is it for an apple martini?”
    “Six bucks,” the bartender grumbled.
    “Oh my gosh, that’s almost my whole allowance.  I can’t afford that.”
    Soaren slapped a hundred dollar bill down on the bar and nodded to the bartender.  “I think I’ll start a tab,” he told him.
    “Oh my gosh.  You’ll pay?  You are like the coolest guy ever.”  Sweetie Belle smiled.  Soaren smiled back.  The bartender brought her the drink.  “Oh,” she said.  “This is sour.  But a good kind of sour.  Like a jolly rancher.  I like it.  I didn’t know they made drinks out of candy.”
    “Sure.  Like I was saying, the real sweet drinks are real popular with a certain crowd.”
    “What else is there?”
    “Well, there’s the long island iced tea.  The cosmo.  Chocolate martinis.  They call them martinis but I refuse to accept you can call anything a martini if it’s got chocolate in it.”
    “Oh wow.  I want to try them all.”
    Soaren grinned wide.

    A couple of hours later, after the bartender refused to serve anything else to Sweetie Belle, she left with Soaren.
    She found that it was a lot harder to walk in pumps leaving the bar than it had been going in.  It was dark outside.  She was thankful that, for whatever reason, the spell hadn’t worn off yet.
    Soaren kick started his bike and it roared so loudly it made Sweetie Belle screech in surprise.  “Wow!  Is that yours?” she tried to shout over the noise.
    “Hop on!” he shouted back.
    “Is it safe?” she asked.  She didn’t know if he had heard her, but he winked at her. Sweetie Belle climbed onto the seat behind Soaren.  She wasn’t sure where she was supposed to put her feet, and Soaren had to yell and explain it to her.  Then he started to back out of his parking spot and out into the street with his feet.
    Sweetie Belle screamed again when he opened the throttle and they went tearing down the road.  She had no idea that motorcycles could move like that.  It was so much more amazing than Scootaloo’s little motorized scooter.  They went rocketing through Ponyville and Soaren turned down a country lane.  Sweetie Belle didn’t know where they were going, but she didn’t care.  There was too much fun in getting there.  The sweet, fresh air was blowing into her face and blasting back her hair.  It was so different than being in a car, being out in the open like this.  They raced around corners, and over hills.  It made Sweetie Belle’s tummy feel a little funny as they crested the hills at speed, then went down into little dips in the road.  The motorcycle itself was making her feel a little funny too, the way it vibrated furiously between her legs.  Her arms were wrapped around Soaren’s body.  Her fingers grabbed at Soaren’s well toned pecs and abs.  She had never really felt a boy’s muscles before.  They felt pretty good.  Yes, this was way better than riding with Scootaloo.
    Soaren was taking the loop road.  A fast, wild ride down a winding country road that put them back into Ponyville, and right at the motel where Soaren was staying.  Soaren pulled into the parking spot and turned off the engine.
    “Aww,” said Sweetie Belle.  She had been enjoying it.
    She dismounted the bike, and almost fell over.  Soaren grabbed her hand and steadied her.  Then he began to lead her up to his room.  Sometimes at school they would make her hold hands with boys.  At, like, school plays and things.  She never really liked it because it made her feel uncomfortable.  Now, however, she did like the feeling of Soaren holding her hand.  It felt good.  She hoped maybe he would keep holding her hand once they got up to his motel room.
    She lost a heel on the stairs.  Soaren held her by the waist while she leaned over and took off the other.  His hands were strong.
    Soaren swiped the card through the lock and they went tumbling through the door, laughing.  Sweetie Belle crashed down onto the bed.  “Oh, this bed is so big and soft!” she said with a laugh. Soaren chuckled and walked past on his way to the bathroom.  Sweetie got up on top of the bed with her feet and started jumping up and down, just for the fun of it.  Her parents didn’t let her jump on beds at home.  First one of her boobs fell out of her dress, then the other.  She ended up falling forwards on the bed, rebounded, and landed on her back.  Only after that did she realize she had fallen out.  “Oops,” she said, and stuffed them back in.  She was grateful that Soaren hadn’t seen her.  She couldn’t imagine how embarrassing it would be to have been seen partially naked by a boy.
    When Soaren came back out, Sweetie Belle was sitting up on her knees.
    “I’m drunk!” she told him with a big smile on her face.
    “Yeah, you had a lot to drink,” he said.
    “I wish I had some more.  I’d drink it.  Even beer.”
    “I think you had enough.  Maybe too much.  I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
    “Yeah well, what if I...advantage...all over you!”
    “Whoa there,” Soaren held out his hands when it looked like she was about to fall off the bed.  “Are you OK?  Are you sure you want this?”
    “Yeah, I want this, silly,” she slapped his chest.  “This bed is awesome.”
    “You are one strange woman” he said.
    “Speaking of strange, you have no idea how strange it is to hear that.”
    He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.  His eyes were closed, hers wide open.  He reached up and placed his hand on the back of her head.  Her eyes looked over at his forearm, then back at his face, still in surprise.
    It seemed like an hour to Sweetie Belle, but a few seconds later he broke the kiss and stood straight up again.
    “Eww,” Sweetie Belle said.  Then she lunged forward and kissed him.  He had to grab her to keep her from falling to the floor.  Kissing was gross.  At least that’s what she had thought when she had woken up this morning.  It was still gross, but it was fun too.  An awful lot of fun.  He was sticking his tongue into her mouth, way into her mouth, and he didn’t even care.  It was as if he actually liked it.  Sweetie Belle liked it too.  Sort of.  For some reason.  It made her feel good.  Not just in her mouth, but all over her body.  Soaren must really like me, she thought, if he’s doing this to me.
    She pushed herself off of him so she could get some air.  “I like your motorcycle,” she said.
    He kissed her again, and pushed her over so that she fell back onto the bed and he fell on top of her.  She burst out laughing, expecting to have a tickle fight.  Instead he started to nibble at her neck, unable to kiss her on the mouth while she was laughing so hard.  For some reason that she didn’t understand, she wrapped her legs around his body and squeezed him tight.  It just felt right.
    Soaren was kissing her neck.  Then he was nibbling at her ear lobe.  She giggled when she felt his hot breath in her ear.  Then he kissed down.  He kissed her shoulder.  Then her upper chest.  He started to kiss the tops of her breasts, the parts that were sticking out above her dress.  His lips felt weird, but good, pressing into her soft flesh.  She didn’t know if he was supposed to be doing that.  They were private parts after all.  Sweetie knew, however, that he was the real grown up, not her, and he knew what he was doing.  He was nice, so she trusted him.
    Then he reached up and pulled the top of her dress down.  Both of her breasts spilled out.  She gasped in alarm, but he didn’t seem to notice.  He popped one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck.  He teased her other nipple with his fingers.  Sweetie Belle bit at her lower lip.  She knew they were sensitive, but she didn’t know they could feel this good.  He switched his mouth over to the other nipple.  She felt a giggle rising up in her throat, but it turned into a squeal of delight when it left her lips.  His hands were riding up her thighs, inside of her dress where she was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to go.  The naughtiness of it made her feel excited.  Now he was pulling down her underwear.  He bit at her nipple, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to feel his teeth.
    “They don’t have any milk,” Sweetie Belle said.  “I already tried.”
    He looked up into her eyes, his lips still pressed around her nipple.  Then he laughed so hard he spat her nipple back out.  “Where do you come from?” he asked.  It was a rhetorical question.
    “My house,” she answered.
    He chuckled and shook his head as he lowered himself down her body.  For a moment, Sweetie Belle had thought that she did something wrong, and that he was getting up to leave.  He wasn’t.  He didn’t even get off the bed.  Instead, her hiked up her skirt, and planted his face into her pussy.  He was surprised by the amount of hair.  He would have thought a classy lady like Sweetie Belle would have at least trimmed it.
    Soaren wasn’t half as surprised as Sweetie Belle was.  She had heard Scootaloo and Apple Bloom talking about sex at slumber parties.  There was some speculation on people kissing each others private parts, but Sweetie wasn’t sure if she had believed it until now.  The idea always seemed so distant and alien to her.
    She couldn’t believe how much she liked it.  She couldn’t believe how much better it was than regular kissing.  Sweetie Belle couldn’t figure out why people didn’t do this all the time.  It was pretty much better than anything.  He was sliding his tongue deep inside of her, like tickling, but better.  More often than that he was licking her special spot.  The spot that she would play with in the bathtub, or sometimes just when nobody was looking.  Her thighs slowly squeezed and relaxed.  Her hips slowly swayed up and down.  It was the only motion she made, as if her new body was lost in some dream.
    When he was finished, he helped her get the rest of her clothes off.  She didn’t mind being naked in front of him.  Not anymore.  He took his shirt off, then laid down on the bed.  She reached over and felt his muscles.  These were the same muscles she had felt from behind, earlier, while riding on his motorcycle.  Now they were bare and in front of her.  His hands moved down towards his pants.  Her hands followed his.  They undid his belt together.  They both unbuttoned his jeans.  Then she, by herself, unzipped his fly.
    Sweetie Bell pulled apart his fly.  His underwear, boxer shorts she thought they were called, had a long vertical hole in front.  Sweetie thought that was odd, but she didn’t laugh.  She wanted to see what he looked like.  She looked up at his face, then back down at his crotch.  She slowly slipped her fingers into his boxers.
    She wrapped her fingers around his erection.  With a little difficulty, she pulled it out.  “You’ve got the biggest wiener I’ve ever seen,” she said.  Sweetie didn’t even look at the smile on his face.  She was too busy looking at his dick.  It was bigger than any penis she had ever seen before.  At least the ones in paintings in art museums and the like.  She had no idea they could get this big, or this stiff and straight.  Sweetie leaned in close to take a long, careful look at every aspect of it.  She was fascinated.  Sweetie Belle thought about her own private parts.  She liked to play with them.  They were sort of like her own, special private toy.  Sex, she realized, was just two people playing with each others' toys.
    Sweetie looked up at Soaren with a smile on her face.  Soaren was still grinning.  She looked back down at his dick.  She thought she was supposed to do something with it, so she kissed the head, right where the little hole was.  Soaren looked like he was still expecting more.  So she decided to lick it.  He had, after all, licked hers.  After awhile, she decided she liked the way his firm but fleshy head felt against her lips.  She sucked it into her mouth.  Soaren moaned, he must have liked that.  Sweetie Belle sucked on it a little bit more.  On one hand, it was weird.  Her jaw was wide open.  Her teeth were forced apart.  It wasn’t very comfortable.  Yet on the other hand, she really liked the sensation of his dick in her mouth.  She could get used to this.  She looked up at him again, her mouth turned up just a bit at the corners, trying to smile with her mouth full.
    He still had a smile on his face, but as time went on, it started to vanish.  His eyebrows began to raise.  Sweetie felt Soaren’s hands on either side of her head.  He started to lift her head up and down, so that his cock was sliding in and out of her lips in a rhythmic motion.  After awhile, Sweetie Belle got the hang of it for herself.
    Sweetie Belle got bored a little while later, and besides, her jaw was starting to ache.  She sat up but found that Soaren still liked it when she stroked his cock with her hand.  Eventually, Soaren rolled her over onto her back.  He was kissing her again and playing with her titties again.  She liked that.  It made her feel flattered.
    He got on top of her once more, and again she reflexively wrapped her legs around him.  Only they were both naked this time.  It was time.  Sweetie Belle wasn’t that stupid.  She knew what was happening.  She only hoped that Soaren would take care of all the important stuff that she didn’t know about, and that she wouldn’t screw up too badly.
    Sweetie Belle felt him reaching down between their bodies.  She felt him pressing the tip of his cock up against her pussy.  Then there was pressure, and then pain.  Sharp pain.  He was inside of her.  Sweetie Belle laid there, and looked up.  She saw his shoulders moving back and forth and he worked on top of her.  She saw the ceiling, and all the little details in it.
    Soaren shifted his weight a little while later and propped himself up on his hands.  This afforded him a chance to look down into her face.  That was when he noticed the single tear rolling down her face.
    “Are you OK?” he stopping pumping his hips.
    She nodded, but didn’t say anything.
    “Are you a...were you a... did I just... do you want me to stop?”
    “No.  Did I do something wrong?” Her voice almost broke.
    Soaren lowered himself down.  He thought for a moment, and then started to pump himself into her again.  “You’re doing fine,” he whispered into her ear.  He pressed his cheek against hers, and blotted out that one tear.  “It gets better.”
    It did get better.  It got better several times that night.  He finished himself quickly, feeling the strange need to get it over with quickly.  She laid in his arms for a little while after that, but soon got bored again.  She was ready to go a second time before he was.  She coaxed him back up with her mouth and hand.
    This time he showed her how to ride on top.  She liked it much better than last time.  He held onto her breasts so they wouldn’t jump around too much.  She worked and worked on him.  Twenty minutes.  Forty.  She couldn’t get enough of him.  Her body was slick with sweat by the time she was so exhausted that she fell off of him and into bed.  He got on top of her again.  This time, when he came, he pulled out and came on her belly.  She shrieked and giggled when she saw it spurting out of his cock.  She hadn’t been expecting it at all.
    She was ready to go again before he had even caught his breath.  She was a wildcat.  Soaren couldn’t understand where she was getting all this youthful energy.  Lucky for the both of them he had packed some little blue pills in his travel bag and was soon up again.
    Now he took Sweetie Belle from behind.  She thought it was really weird, at first, not looking at him.  He kept playing with her butt cheeks, which she was still getting used to.  It was then, while Soaren was fucking her doggy style, that Sweetie Belle decided she really, really liked to fuck.
    That was before she had her first orgasm.  She didn’t even know what was happening until it happened.  She felt like she was exploding from the inside out.  She screamed loudly, finally realizing just what being an adult was really like.  Afterwards she slumped forward onto the bed, unable to do anything, she was so overwhelmed.  Soaren kept fucking her as she laid on her belly.  He finished a few minutes later, on her back, then he too collapsed into bed.
    They laid their together in the darkness, naked in the afterglow.  Soaren fell asleep.  Sweetie Belle laid awake, thinking deep thoughts.  Feeling things she had never dreamed of.  After awhile, the darkness took her too.

    Soaren woke up in his hotel bed to a hangover.  Sunlight was streaming in through the window, hurting his eyes.  He rolled over to the side, where his lover was still in bed with him.  Soaren loved waking up like this.  Part of him wanted to drift back to sleep.  His cock, however, was rock hard and ready to go.  He absentmindedly ran his hand under the covers.
    His fingers found Sweetie Belle’s ass.  He started to palm her butt cheeks.  “Mmmm,” he groaned, half asleep.  She had a wonderful ass.  He hadn’t realized the night before just how soft and supple her skin was.  Smooth as a baby’s ass.  He kneaded and massaged each one as she just started to stir.  He let his fingers slide down the crack of her ass.  He reached her tight little butthole.  She had been a virgin last night and had given herself to him without the slightest bit of seduction.  He wondered if she’d let him stick it in her ass this morning.  He thought about sticking a finger in and surprising her.
    Soaren decided against it.  He kept moving his fingers along the curve of her body.  He found her pussy.  Her soft, little, hairless pussy.  She grew wet as he rubbed her.  He used two fingers to pull her lips apart and he slid one of them inside of her.  She woke up while he was still fingering her.  She groaned and writhed in pleasure.  She cooed from beneath the covers.
    It only slowly dawned on him just how smooth and hairless her pussy really felt.  His fingers started to slow down.  Her little hips were working against his hand.  Soaren started to grow just a little more alert than he had been before.  With his free hand, he pulled the covers off of Sweetie Belle.
    Sweetie Belle turned to look at him with her little, cherub-like face.  “Good morning, Mister Soaren,” she said with a smile.
    Soaren’s hand fell away from her pussy.  Soaren’s face betrayed no emotion.  In fact, he was paralyzed because of an overwhelming series of emotions, most of them bad.  Sweetie rolled him over onto his back.  “I had a lot of fun last night,” she said.  “Probably the best slumber party I ever had.”  She kissed him on the lips and slid her little tongue into his mouth.  “I’m real glad you bought me all those drinks.  And I’m glad you brought me back here.”
    Sweetie threw the covers off of his body.  “Oh look.  Your wiener’s big again.”  She grabbed it in her little hand and started to jerk on it.  “It’s even bigger than I remembered.”  Soaren was still stuck at a loss for words.  He couldn’t stop her from sticking it in her mouth and sucking on it.  Her head bobbed up and down, just like he had taught her.  She took it as deep as she could, about half way.  Her purple curls fell all over him.
    “Oh hey,” she said, pulling it out of her mouth.  “I got an idea we didn’t try.”  She stood up and straddled his body, facing away from him.  Her little white ass, the one he had just been palming, hung up above him.  It wasn’t just white but pasty white, as if it had never seen the sun.  Then she bent at the knees and lowered herself.  She had his cock by two fingers around the head.  She guided it into her pussy like she was well practiced at it.  She slowly ground herself down on top of him, until she reached the base.  Then she started to really fuck it.
    “Oh, yeah,” he heard her say.  “This is good.  I like to fuck this way, mister.  Do you like to look at my butt?”  She used her hands to pull her cheeks apart.  He could see her little asshole, the one he had just thought about penetrating.  His face began to contort in unknowable emotions.  “Hey, this way I can grab your balls!”  He felt her two little hands grab his sack as she fucked him.  She held a ball in each.  He found himself reaching out and placing his hands on her rocking hips.  He didn’t really want to, it just sort of happened.
    She took his hands off of her hips, and moved them up to her chest.  Her bare, totally flat chest.  “Do you still like me, Mister Soaren?  Even without my boobies?  I hope so, because I still like you.  I’ll have boobies again some day, and you can suck on them all you want to.”  She rubbed the tip of his fingers over her tiny little soft  nipples.
    Sweetie Belle was starting to grunt.  They were little high pitched grunts.  Then she started to scream as an orgasm washed over her.
    “Ahhh....”  Soaren was starting to scream himself.  “AHHH!”  The scream expressed a wide variety of feelings, but pleasure was among them.  He couldn’t help himself.  He shot his load into her tight little pussy.
    “Phew!” Sweetie said, once they were both done.  She stood up over his body and started feeling her own pussy.  “Hey, did that white stuff come out your wiener again?”  She saw that it had.  It was all over her fingers.  She jumped off the bed, and went for her purse on the table.
    “Hey, you don’t think I can have a baby, do you?” she asked him, simply curious.  “I don’t think so, cause I’m just a little girl.”  She opened the black leather purse and pulled out a wadded up white sundress.  It was the only thing she even had in the purse.  She put it on and it fit perfectly.
    “I better get going, Mister Soaren.  Thanks for all the fucking.  I’d like to fuck more, but I’m already in enough trouble as it is.  I hope Sis believes me if I say I spent the night as Scootaloo’s house.”  She started to gather her black dress and shoes.  “You don’t have to give me a ride home.  I live right down the street.”
    She opened the motel room door and turned back to him one last time.  “Don’t worry.  I won’t tell anybody about you.  Unless my sister threatens to ground me or something.  But don’t worry about that.  I don’t think you’ll get in trouble.  Kay.  Bye, Mr. Soaren!  I really liked your wiener!”  She shut the door behind her.
    Only once she was gone did he really begin to react.  “What. The. Fuck?” he screamed.  He fell out of bed.  He struggled to put on his pants.  Soaren thought about the zipper, and how it came undone last night, and struggled even harder.  He put his shirt on inside out and backwards.  Then he scrambled to get his keys.  He rushed out the door and straight for his motorcycle.  He couldn’t get out of Ponyville fast enough.