Chapter 35

Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville

Sweetie Belle slowly shuffled her hooves against the wooden planks beneath her. She was relieved to finally have a solution to this blasted heat, but she was also extremely nervous…almost to the point of being terrified. Molly’s choice of attire, as well as her implement, did little to discourage her current disposition. After taking a few shaky breaths and swallowing a lump in her throat, she gathered up her courage and finally spoke.

“Ok. I think…I’m ready. What exactly are we going to be doing?”

Molly put down her riding crop. “Nothing yet, I’m going to ask you a few basic questions first.”

“S-sure, ask away.”

“You obviously know what masturbation is, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. But, have you ever actually relieved yourself before?”

Sweetie bit her lip. “I know Scoots and Bloom do it, but…I was always too embarrassed to actually do it myself. Is that weird?”

“It is a bit unusual but not entirely unheard of. But don’t worry my dear; it’s nothing to be ashamed of. There’s always ample opportunity to learn. Now, correct me if I’m wrong but I presume that your embarrassment has to do with your sister?”

“I guess so. Rarity’s never been very open about stuff like that. Whenever I try to ask her about it she just mumbles or blushes and tries to change to subject. It’s so frustrating! She’s always treating me like a foal, l-like I couldn’t possibly be growing up!”

Molly sighed. “It seems that both of our sisters share a similar mindset when it comes to sex. What I want you to understand is that masturbation is perfectly healthy and natural. Don’t feel as though what you’re doing is disgusting or wrong.”

“A-alright but…it’s not gonna be easy.”

“I know, but you’ll start to feel more comfortable with the idea once you practice. Now, I understand that you’re inexperienced but if your heat’s as bad as you claim, you’ll need to do more than touch yourself to find relief.”

Sweetie gulped. “T-touch myself?”

“Typically, if you wanted to pet your kitty, a simple hoof-rubbing would suffice. But…I don’t think that’ll work in this instance.”

“Umm…what does Opal have to do with my heat?”

Molly chuckled. “I don’t mean a literal cat. I’m talking about your mare bits, dear. Calling it a vagina sounds far too clinical. So, I prefer to call mine a kitty. It’s a lot less vulgar than saying pussy, that’s for sure.”

“O-ok. So…what are we going to do first?”

“We aren’t going to be doing anything. You are. By yourself. As to what you’re going to be doing, I have a pretty good toy in my box of goodies that should suit the task quite nicely.”

Before Sweetie could form a reply, Molly levitated several clear bottles out of the cardboard box that had pictures of fruit on them. Next, she pulled out a medium sized, anatomically accurate dildo. Sweetie whimpered as she watched the rubbery phallus float towards her, wincing once it made soft thud against the ground. Out of curiosity, she poked the black colored sex-toy, only to recoil in surprise when it started to vibrate wildly.

Molly tapped the dildo. “Oops! I had it set to extra sensitive touch mode. Sorry about that. I’ll adjust it back to manual ignition mode. I better dial down the vibration setting too…”

“Wait. I’m going to stick that INSIDE ME!?”

“Don’t be silly dear. Sticking it in right away would be quite painful. That’s why I have all of these wonderful bottles of lube! Let’s see…I have lemon, grape, cherry, oh and my personal favorite: vanilla! Which one do you want?”

“Why do they have flavors? You aren’t supposed to eat them…are you?”

“They are non-toxic. And even if you aren’t going to be ingesting them, your stallion might. Plus, it makes you smell really good! Because sometimes a room after sex can get downright…musky.”

“Alright, I guess I’ll pick the vanilla.”

“Excellent choice! Hold still for a moment while I apply some lube to your kitty. Be warned though, it might be a bit cold. Oh…and I’ll be sure to put some on the dildo too. With lube, more is always merrier!”

Molly magically applied the lube to Sweetie as gently as she could, not wanting to further stimulate the poor filly. Unfortunately, even the gentlest touch was not enough to prevent the ivory unicorn from feeling a slight tingle of pleasure. In all honesty, it couldn’t be helped. Her lips, by this point, had become slightly puffy and extremely sensitive due to all of the excess blood flowing there.

Such an occurrence happened for two reasons: 1). It was the body’s way of telling a mare that she was fertile. 2). It maximized the amount of physical pleasure a mare could feel, thus making sex a very desirable act. Sex is what drives the continuation of the species. If it didn’t feel good, then you wouldn’t want to procreate. No procreation leads to extinction, and nobody wants that.

Sweetie shuddered. “O-ok, I think I’m ready. W-what am I supposed to do?”

“Normally, I’d suggest that you use telekinesis to perform the deed but your magic is still rather weak, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I’m not very good at anything am I?”

Molly nuzzled her cheek. “Don’t say that. You’re still very young, Sweetie. It takes some unicorns years to completely master their magic. I just don’t want you using magic because if you use too much, you might end up injuring yourself. Luckily, I have an alternate method you can use.”

“I guess I could use my hooves.”

“There’s no need. My method is far easier than that. What I’m going to do is magically fix the dildo to the floor, so all you have to do is lower yourself onto it. It’s a rather risqué position when it comes to actual sex because most stallions don’t like it when their mare is on top. However, it gives you a bit more exercise and feels positively amazing.”

Sweetie twiddled her hooves. “Do you umm…use that position with Dusk?”

“I haven’t yet. But I’m sure he wouldn’t be adverse to it. Just sit tight for a moment while I go grab a towel. Trust me, cum is absurdly difficult to scrub from a floor.”

A few moments later, Molly returned with a towel and placed it on the floor in front of Sweetie. Next, she carefully affixed the dildo in the middle, coating it with one more layer of lube. Once she was satisfied, the alicorn activated the toy with her magic, dialing the vibration function to a lighter setting. Molly stepped back and gestured for Sweetie to proceed. The nervous filly merely stared at the writhing rubbery phallus, making no attempt to lower herself onto it. Noticing her hesitation, Molly shot the filly a concerned look.

“Is there something wrong, dear?”

Sweetie blushed. “I…don’t think I can do this w-with you watching. It’s embarrassing enough already without somepony else in the room…”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I’ll just go visit Dusk for a bit while you take care of business. If you should require any assistance, simply light up your horn and say my name. I should be able to detect that through the barrier spell. Have fun, dear.”

With a brilliant flash of purple magic, Sweetie was now completely alone. Now that she had a proper chance to inspect the dildo, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat intimidated. Were stallions’ private parts really this big for real? If so, she wasn’t entirely certain that she wanted to put something so big inside of her. Even with all of the lube, it still had to be painful. Despite such thoughts, her body practically ached for release. It was far too intense now to ignore.

As she slowly impaled herself onto the dildo, two things became clear to her. It was somewhat painful, like she thought, but not debilitating so. Second, it felt mind-numbingly good. The vibration of the toy sent waves of pleasure through her body that she could barely begin to describe. As she started to rock her hips, she was surprised to note that she had engulfed the entirety of the toy’s length with ease and little resistance.

The earlier discomfort she felt melted into pure pleasure as she increased the speed of her gyrations, occasionally letting out a soft moan when the tip of the dildo hit her in just the right spot. Sweetie let out a sharp gasp when she felt her muscles start to constrict around the toy, like the world’s softest and most sensuous vice.

She continued to move her hips, the room around her beginning to blur through the haze of pleasure coursing through her very being. Then, it hit her. Like a slap to the face. A throaty moan escaped her lips, as she experienced her first orgasm.

Sweetie slowly lifted her exhausted form off of the dildo and collapsed onto the towel. While she lay there panting, the filly felt a rather unpleasant sensation on her back. If she had to compare it anything, it was similar to the time she had gotten her coat covered in tree sap. But…it was different somehow.

This feeling wasn’t quite as cloying, but it was still unpleasant. With a grumble of annoyance she turned over to find that the entire towel was covered in a clear, sticky substance. She bent down and took an experimental sniff of the stuff to find that it smelled mostly of vanilla but with a strong, musky undertone. She blushed heavily realizing that she must have, as Scootaloo put it, gushed during her orgasm. Such a trait was rare amongst mares, mostly occurring in pegasai if it happened at all.

Under normal circumstances she would have been slightly more disgusted but the combination of exhaustion and endorphins only made her want to sleep. After a particularly long yawn, Sweetie rested her head upon the floor and within seconds she was sound asleep.

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Whispering Winds Dojo, Ponyville

Nazeem and Apple Bloom sat quietly off to the side, observing Scootaloo as she kicked the living feathers out of a punching bag. Earlier, the scrappy little pegasus went through several movements of Krav Pega, which were interesting to watch but not as stylized or flashy as movies made martial arts to be. Initially, Bloom had taken part in a few of the exercises but she quickly became tired of Scoots constantly kicking her flank around. Nazeem, on the other hoof, had been content to read nearly the whole time and continued to do so.

Apple Bloom sighed. “Do you mind explainin’ somethin’ ta me, Nazeem?”

“Certainly. What is your question?”

“Why in Equestria did you decide ta come with us if all you’re gonna do is read? I’m not tryin’ ta be rude but…that seems a might anti-social.”

“I apologize if I have offended you in any way, Apple Bloom. But I simply enjoy reading whenever I can.”

“You haven’t offended me, ah was just curious. I’ll admit that ah don’t read very much, except durin’ school but even ah know that sort o’ activity is reserved for when you’re alone or in a library. Again, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with readin’ for fun but…it’s kinda rude to do it when you hang out with friends. It’s like you’re ignorin’ us.”

Nazeem frowned. “I…see. Forgive me, but I do not have any friends to ‘hang-out’ with back in Saddle Arabia. I was unaware that you felt I was ignoring you. I shall not repeat that mistake again.”

“You don’t have any friends? That’s…awful. What kind of terrible place is Saddle Arabia if you can’t have fun with anypony?”

“It is not quite as terrible as you make it out to be. My people often do have fun with each other. I just…am not very good at socializing. Furthermore, I believe that many ponies feel too intimidated to approach me.”

“Why’s that? You don’t seem that scary to me.”

“My uncle is the leader of Saddle Arabia. As such, many would fear repercussions if they somehow upset me and I told him about it.”

“Repercussions? Like what, goin’ ta jail or somethin’?”

“In some cases, yes. But some offences could be punishable by death.”

Bloom paled. “That’s umm…ah don’t think anypony deserves ta be executed. It ain’t right.”

“We do have a death penalty, but it is only reserved for those who have committed the most heinous of crimes. My uncle would never sentence anypony to death for simply upsetting me. It actually saddens me sometimes. They always see my uncle as the general, never just a stallion who has his people’s best interests at heart.”

“Well, sorry ta hear that. But for what it’s worth, we’ll still be your friends!”

“Thank you. That means a great…”

Nazeem was interrupted when Scootaloo suddenly stopped kicking the bag and decided to jump in front of him. As she trotted closer, Nazeem couldn’t help but wrinkle his muzzle because the pegasus positively reeked of sweat. If the smell wasn’t obvious enough, her mane clung to her head in wiry strands and her coat was matted down. Noticing his reaction, she stomped her hooves in irritation and glared.

“C’mon guys! I didn’t come here to just kick a punching bag all day. Get off of your plots and spar with me. I’m so booooored!”

“Ah for one, don’t want ta spar with you anymore. You’ll just toss me on mah flank again.”

“Pssht, fine. So what about you Nazeem? All I’ve seen you do is read the entire time. Give that book a rest and spar with me!”

Nazeem put down his book. “Very well. Do you wish to lay down any ground rules before we start? Perhaps a handicap?”

“Hahaha! Me? Needing a handicap against you? Nah, I can handle whatever you got.”

“As you wish. I presume you shall be using Krav Pega?”

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No. Signal me when you are ready to begin.”

Scoots and Nazeem took their places at the center of the dojo while Bloom watched on with renewed interest. She couldn’t quite put her hoof on it, but the farm filly was sure that Nazeem wasn’t as much of a weak bookworm as Scootlaoo thought. If she had to attribute it to anything, it was on account of the serenity the colt displayed. Scoots bowed slightly and flared her wings, raring for a fight. Nazeem merely stood his ground and took a few deep breaths.

Once she shouted go, Scootaloo took off like a rocket towards her hapless opponent. She had every intention of making this fight quick and easy. While she had to admit that the colt certainly was in decent shape, he couldn’t possibly be a fighter. He was an egghead! Just like Dusk Shine.

I’ll go straight for the legs and knock him to the ground with a lateral sweep kick. And once he’s on the ground, he’ll be at my mercy when I crush his neck in a hoof lock. It’s perfect!

Hmm…that’s weird. He isn’t moving. I’m coming at him full speed but he’s just…standing there, staring. Oh geez, maybe I should take it easy on him if he doesn’t even know to move when somepony’s attacking him. Is it too late to—?

Scootaloo’s thought was left unfinished as the entire room turned upside down. She stared at the ceiling wondering just how she ended up on her back. The scrappy pegasus flipped back onto her hooves and huffed in frustration, vowing that she’d be more careful this time. When she looked at Nazeem, he was still just standing there, like nothing happened!

“Are you ok, Scootaloo? We can stop sparring if you wish.”

Scoots growled. “I’m fine! I don’t know how you did that, but I won’t make the same mistake twice!”

It was time to stop fooling around and get serious. Scootaloo was convinced that if Nazeem had been able to intercept her attack with a body flip, he knew a lot more about martial arts than he let on. Part of her was still annoyed but…another part of her was feeling something else. Was it respect? Admiration? In the end, she begrudgingly admitted that despite his apparent egghead status he was at least a little cool. With a cocky grin on her face, she charged ahead once more, intending to land a quick succession of punches and kicks rather than a sweep.

Scoots let out a frustrated whinny as Nazeem blocked every single blow she sent his way. He wasn’t exactly attacking back, just defending. Even so, he anticipated all of her movements as if she were a rank amateur. Much like her sister, Rainbow Dash, Scoots had a very difficult time being patient and keeping her temper in check.

Blow after blow, she felt her anger steadily increase, until she couldn’t keep in anymore. She screamed while putting all of her energy into a powerful spinning kick with the intention of smacking Nazeem’s smug face. It would have connected…if Nazeem hadn’t ducked at the last possible second. Instead, she found herself tumbling forward due to the momentum of the kick which promptly led to her muzzle smashing into a nearby wall.

Nazeem cleared his throat. “I think that’s enough for today.”

Scoots wiped off a small rivulet of blood trickling down her muzzle, trying desperately not to cry. She needed to act tough, like Rainbow Dash! Crying was for foals and she wasn’t…BUT IT HURT SO MUCH! She ignored her body’s protests, realizing that she’d look like a total dweeb if she bawled in front of Bloom and a colt no less. Unfortunately, her pride lost its heroic struggle within seconds, as the full extent of her injury caught up with her. She crumpled onto the floor and sobbed like a newborn foal.

Nazeem trotted over to Bloom. “Is she going to be alight?”

“Hard ta say. She’s always been such a prideful filly, so she only cries if somethin’ is really botherin’ her. Ah know I’d tear up if mah muzzle got banged up that bad.”

“I do have adequate knowledge of first aid, so I could help her if she desired.”

“She might be a tad ticked off, since ya bruised her pride real bad. But it’s probably for the best if ya gave her a look over.”

Nazeem approached Scootaloo, noting that she was still crying softly. He decided against offering her any conciliatory gestures, such as a hug, because he didn’t know her very well nor did he believe it would be well received. Instead, he decided to just sit next to her. She shifted one of her violet eyes towards him for a brief moment, and then crossed her forehooves.

Scoots sniffed. “What do you want? Did you come here to gloat?”

“I came to check up on you. Does your muzzle still hurt?”

“No duh it still *sniff* hurts! Just leave me alone!”

Nazeem’s ears flattened. “I’m sorry. I should’ve mentioned that my uncle taught me Neighponese Judo. That was rather…dishonest of me. Please, allow me to treat your injury as recompense for my actions.”

“Fine. But you better promise not to laugh at me or I’ll knock your teeth out.”

“Why would I laugh at you?”

Scoots stared at the floor. “Well…b-because I acted like a cocky jerk and you took me down a few pegs. And…’cause I was crying like a foal over a stupid muzzle injury. You must think I’m a total dweeb…”

“It is very rude to laugh at other’s misfortune, no matter how well deserved it might be. As for your crying: is it not our natural inclination to cry over things that cause us pain?”

“Yeah, for foals!”

“Yes, foals do indeed cry. So do mares, colts, stallions and fillies. It is how we express ourselves. Is such a form of expression…wrong somehow?”

Scoots growled in frustration. “It’s not cool ok! Crying makes me look weak, and I HATE LOOKING WEAK!”

“If you say so. Bear in mind that I shall never judge you for crying because I do not believe that it shows weakness. Come. Let us sojourn to the showers and get you cleaned up.”

“Why do we need to go there?”

“Please excuse my bluntness but you reek of sweat. If I’m not mistaken, you’ll want to rid yourself of such an unpleasant odor before going out in public, no?”

Scoots blushed. “Oh…yeah I guess I am pretty sweaty.”

“Indeed. Once you have properly bathed, I will attend to your injuries.”

Author's Notes:

Hmm...what to say about this chapter? Honestly, I had mixed feelings about it. I tried to make Sweetie's first experience "clopping" feel genuine rather than have it be a massive chunk o' fanservice. I hope I did alright with it. Maybe some people will consider it "foalcon" but I see the CMC as fillies maturing into mares, similar to how teens mature into adults. Exploring their newly discovered sexuality just seems natural to me. Anyway, sorry for the month delay. Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter~

-Enc