“Hello again, Miss Sweetie Belle.” The unicorn mare jumped around, staring in shock at the mare who had addressed her. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of her business attire, and her mane had had it's curls brushed out, now hanging in straight lines down her back. “I wasn't expecting to see you so soon.”

“Hi there, Miss Velvet. And yeah, I didn't know I was coming until we got back a few hours ago.”

“Hmm, we must have been on the same train. Tell me, were you in a carriage with two guards?”

“Yes, we were. How did you know.”

“Spike's groans were a bit too loud. I could hear them in the next compartment, Mistress Belle.” She turned away with pink cheeks after finding out that their steamy session had been heard, and by the mare that had sold them the items she used. “So, how did it go?”

“We... we, um... had fun. With Princess Celestia as well. She has... very unique tastes.” Sweetie Belle glanced around, ensuring that they were alone, and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Which was mainly me.” The two mares shared a laugh, with attracted the attention of the others.

“Sweetie Belle, how do you know Velvet?” She looked to the bookshelves as Rarity came over, cocktail in hand. “Sweetie Belle?”

“Uh... Rarity, I think you should... let her tell you in her own time. Sweetie Belle, I'll catch you later.” With a wink to the younger mare, she took Rarity across the room, but not before sliding an envelope across the table. Sweetie Belle grabbed it and looked inside, smiling as she saw the thin pieces of paper.

“What ya got there, Sweets?” With another glance round, she waved her three friends over to the corner, and reached her hand inside the package.

“I haven't had the chance to tell you, but Miss Velvet... it's where Spike got my straight jacket.”

“Your straight jacket?” Sweetie Belle giggled at the raised eyebrow from Scootaloo, and the grins that Applebloom and Babs were bearing.

“Yes, my straight jacket. Anyway, we visited her shop yesterday. Some of the things in there... Scoots, I don't think even you'd recognise half the things!”

“Hey!”

“It's for over eighteens, so we won't have trouble going there. These are some of things that we purchased. What do you think?” She passed them a handful of photographs, which they had taken whilst she was trying on different outfits in The Crop. “Well?”

“Damn Sweets, you look good. Especially in red, you should wear it more often. But what the hay is this black stuff?”

“What black stuff?” The photograph was turned around, revealing the unicorn mare in her latex outfit, standing in a sexy pose. She was leaning against the side of the changing room at an angle, one leg raised up and bent at the knee, her foot across the back of her other one. Her arms were across her chest, trying to cover her breasts, but there was just the tip of a nipple visible.

Her head was turned so that the choker was in her view, and she had closed her visible eye halfway. The end result was a picture that would turn mares into fillyfoolers and coltcuddlers to mares. With bright red cheeks, the unicorn shot her arm out and tried to take the photograph back, but Scootaloo pulled it away. “So... this is meant for Spike, huh?”

“Yes, now give it back!”

“Hmm, nah. Think I'll show it to Rarity!”

“NO!” The shout drew the attention of the other eight mares in the room, who all looked over with curiosity. Sweetie Belle then tackled Scootaloo onto the couch that had been moved out of the way, reaching for the picture in her hands. Being weaker, she lit her horn and brought magic into play.

Now it was an unfair fight, Applebloom and Babs joined in, the farm mare grabbing Sweetie Belle's arms and pinning them behind her back, the city slicker stopping the unicorn using magic by tickling her sides. She giggled and snorted her way through the assault, and Scootaloo took the chance to get up and run to the main group. Sweetie Belle noticed and concentrated hard, lighting her horn and pulling the pegasus' tail, making her stop suddenly.

All four of the young mares watched the photograph fall from her grip and land face down on the floor. Babs noticed the green glow and began tickling again, breaking Sweetie's concentration once more. She stopped when they noticed the picture picked up in a blue glow, floating over to the older white unicorn.

“Sweetie Belle...” She stood still and dropped her gaze as Applebloom let her go, not looking at her sister. She cringed a little as she saw Rarity gaze over the content with her discerning eye, and shrank back a little as she let out a loud shriek and jumped forward, wrapping her sister in her arms and holding her close, pulling away with a massive smile on her face. “You look amazing!!! Tell me, where did you get such clothing?”

“Uh... at The Crop. Miss Velvet was very helpful.”

“Hey girls...” They all looked over to where the three younger mares stood, a pile of pictures in their hands. “There's more.” Sweetie Belle sighed, and with a nod sat on the couch, pulling over a table and gesturing the pictures to be set down. They were placed photograph down, and she slowly reached out and flipped the first one, the crowd around her gasping in surprise.

Rarity sat next to her sister and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You look amazing, darling, you truly do. I guess it's time to tell you what we are actually here for tonight. Velvet, if you would be so kind?”

“Of course, Rarity, it would be my pleasure.” The mare lit her horn, thick black curtains covering the windows. Velvet walked over to the couch and tapped Sweetie Belle on the shoulder with a smile. “Come on, I need your help.” Wordlessly she followed, going into a separate room. Rarity waited until they were gone before she started to rummage through the pictures, squealing with delight as she viewed her younger sister in sexy poses and increasingly risqué clothing. Truly, my sister has become a mare. Sweetie Belle, how I envy you. Do I or do I not respond to that stallion? After all, he did seem very apologetic...

Her inner musings were cut short as the lights were dimmed, and with a flash a small stage appeared in the cleared library floor. The mares all turned the couches round to watch, taking a seat and sipping on their wine. They, having talked about it, even let the under-age mares have some, and it was sending them decidedly giggly. A spotlight appeared on the thick red curtain from behind them, followed by a mare's voice. “My dear mares, most of you know who I am and what I do. You have all purchased my wares, some more than others...” Twilight looked back towards Velvet with a blush, and she returned a grin. “Yesterday I had a new customer, and I must say, she was one of the prettiest young mares I had seen in a while, even in Canterlot. And she inspired me to design some new things.”

The ropes at the edge of the curtain twitched in a blue aura, pulling taught, ready for the big reveal. “My valued customers, and friends, exclusively from The Crop, I present to you... the La Belle range!” The curtains pulled apart, revealing Sweetie Belle with her back to them.

Her right hand was placed on her hip whilst her left arm trailed the side of her body. Her left leg was out at an angle whilst her right was straight. She was wearing a matching lacy red bra, panties, and suspender set, red back seamed stocking and red high heels. She twisted her head round so that three quarters of her face was visible, her eyelashes enhanced by mascara, her full lips painted red.

The rest of the mares stared at the transformation from sweet little innocence to sultry vixen. And then they started clapping and whistling, cheering for the impromptu model. She turned around fully, and their eyes widened even further as the bra pushed Sweetie Belle's breast up and together, enhancing their natural pertness. They were certain that Spike wouldn't last very long if he saw her.

“Now them if you'd like to form an orderly queue... we'll get you all sorted out with an outfit for the night. Applejack, you're up first!” The farm mare backed away, looking around the room nervously.

“Me? No... Ah... Ah don't need none o' that stuff! All Ah do is work t' farm! Ah Ain't got time fer stallions!” Her hat with lifted from her head and floated away, so she gave chase, falling for Velvets plan as the door to the side room slammed shut behind her. “Aw, come on, Vel. Ah told ya Ah don't need any o' this!”

“On the contrary, AJ. I just happen to know of a stallion that's quite enamoured with you.”

“Really? Shucks... well, what 'is name?”

“I think we can make a deal here... I'll tell you if you agree to...”

“Yes, anythin'!” She noticed the grin on the unicorn mare's face as she stepped closer, bringing her hands up and unbuttoning her blouse. “W-w-what are ya doin'?”

“Well, I can't get you changed without removing your clothes now, can I?”

Pipsqueak stumbled in through his door, slightly tipsy from all the cider. Berry had a strict policy on ages and times, so at nine o'clock she kicked them out. So Big Mac had followed, and offered them a drink at the farm. They had readily agreed, and were soon swapping the kind of stories only stallions could. He then noticed the candles lit up, small ones trailing up the stairs, with flower petals across each step.

He had never seen anything like it, and he was really confused. He then saw a note with his name on it, opening it up to find a small message.

There was a print of lipstick underneath, and he brought it up to his muzzle and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of perfume and … “Scootaloo... what drove you to this?” He placed the note back on the side, slowly ascending the stairs. The candles and flowers continued in the hallway, right up to his open door. He walked in and stared, amazed at the transformation. The flowers led to his bed, and the mantelpiece that ran around his room at chest height with candles every two feet or so. But his gaze was on the occupant of the bed.

His eyes moved to the foot of the bed, going from the white heels, up the sheer white fabric that stopped at the thighs, past the lace white panties, lingering on the accentuated breasts for a moment, and then finally to the shimmering pools of lavender that were the eyes belonging to Scootaloo.

She was lying on her side facing him, one leg slightly bent and higher then the other. Her right arm was propping her head up whilst she moved her left hand in a circle over her flanks. Meeting his gaze with her customary enhanced eyes, she stopped the movement and called him over with a finger, Pip lacking the will to resist. (1)

He stopped at the foot of the bed and she knelt up, bringing her lips to his as she started to unbutton his shirt. It was quickly discarded to the floor, and her hands moved lower, their kiss now deep and passionate, tongues wrestling for control. His pants slipped down his legs and he stepped out of them, their muzzles breaking by millimetres for breath.

Scootaloo wrapped her arms around the back of Pip's neck, pulling him down to the bed with her. She was on her back under him, and gasped as his hands came up and began to run through her spread wings. “Pip?” He pulled away and smiled, stroking her cheek with a hand. “This... is where I'd normally tell you... to fuck me.” His hand stopped moving, and she turned her head away, looking at the wall to the side. “I don't want that. Pip... I want you to make love to me.”

He turned her muzzle back to him, leaning forward and softly kissing her lips. She gasped as he pulled away, the small contact so passionate, so sensual. He slid a hand down her side, stopping in the waistband of her panties. She opened her eyes to see what was going on, noticing he was waiting for permission. Nopony at the club would have done something like that, and just to option to refuse made her want to give in all the more.

Pip saw her head nod, and slowly rolled the lace from between her legs, bringing his hand back up and rubbing her wet marehood as he kissed her again. She moaned into his mouth from the stimulation, and pulled him closer to her. She could feel his erection probing at her entrance, and she spread her legs a little more. She bit her lip as he entered, not having gone more than twenty four hours without sex before, and here she was almost two days later.

She breathed heavier then usual as he slowly began to slide in and out, her eyes scrunched up. “Are you comfortable? I'm not hurting you, am I?” She did her best to stop the tears from falling, none of her other partners placing her comfort and needs above their own. She pulled his head down and kissed him passionately, pulling away with a smirk.

“What do you think?” Returning her grin, he started to move once again, Scootaloo's breaths now punctuated with moans of pleasure. Pip could feel her walls tensing, begging him for more, and he slowly increased the pace. This caused Scootaloo to grip him even tighter, her moans now louder and she began to rock her hips in time with his thrust. Going from lots of stimulation to almost none made the mare sensitive, and she was soon at the peak.

A few more smooth thrusts from Pip tipped her over the edge, and he grunted a little as she bit into his shoulder to stifle her shrieks of pleasure as she orgasmed, digging her nails into his back. When it finally subsided, she fell limply to the mattress, Pip rolling to the side and grinning at the satisfied smile on her face. She began to trail a hand over his body, stopping when she felt something strange. “Pip, did you... not finish?”

“Heh, you didn't think Silver kept me around just for my good looks do you? I... have a lot of stamina, and it takes me a while.”

“Well... take all the time you need.”

“Your needs came first.”

“And you've dealt with them. Now deal with yours.”

“But... what if I hurt you?”

“Pip, I can and want to take it. Please... can we go again?” He rolled over onto his side, seeing the barely held back lust in her eyes. It was stupid of him to assume she could change after just a few days, but the fact she wasn't riding him like a scooter showed there was progress. He leant down and kissed the tip of her muzzle, slowly rolling on top of her and slipping his still erect cock back into her eager hole, her arms wrapping him tightly as she began to chew on his ear.

The door opened at around three in the morning, the pegasus stallion and unicorn mare entering the house. It had been a long ride to Ponyville from Trottingham, but they wanted to surprise their son. It was then that they noticed the still glowing candles, and the mare used her magic to put them out. “Honestly, that colt! He certainly makes enough money to turn the lights on!”

The room suddenly went light and then back to dark again, the stallion adding his thoughts to the room. “Yep, he sure does. So you gotta ask, why the candles?” They looked up at the ceiling when they heard a thud, quietly walking up the stairs and hearing their son's voice through his open door, which was lit by flickering candlelight as well.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, please don't wake up, I'm not finished.” The pair leaned around the corner, seeing Pipsqueak sat in his chair wearing just his boxers, sketch pad in hands. He'd occasionally glance up, and then went back to drawing. “That's perfect. I'll colour it tomorrow.” He stood from the chair and stretched, turning to walk out of his room.

The mare and stallion moved out of his way, letting him go to the bathroom. Overcome by curiosity, they entered his room, finding a pegasus mare sleeping soundly in his bed. They ignored the sound of a door being shut, staring at the bed until a voice bid them turn. “Mom, dad? What are you doing here?”

“We've come to see our son for his birthday, but it seems we're the ones that got surprise.” Scootaloo groaned and came awake at his fathers less then quiet voice. She sat up and looked around the room, the covers having falling from her chest, and she smiled at Pipsqueak. She then noticed the other two, and quickly covered up with a shriek. “Son, you've got some explaining to do.”

“Not now he doesn't, Jack Hammer. Let's just leave them in peace for now.” The large pegasus stallion glanced at Scootaloo briefly, then walked out, ruffling Pip's mane on the way out. “Sorry about him, he doesn't do well with little sleep. Pip, we'll see you in the morning.” The mare used her magic to extinguish the rest of the candles, and closed the door.

Pipsqueak used the moonlight shining through the gap in the curtains to locate the bed, sliding under the covers. Scootaloo was instantly at his side, snuggling down against his chest. “Who was that?”

“My parents, they decided to visit for my birthday.”

“Oh... wait a minute! Your mom is DJ Pon-3?”

“Heh, she just prefers Vinyl when she's not working.”

“That... is so cool.”

Author's Notes:

At first I was debating as whether to put his parents in, but then decided yes. Also wanted canon characters. Jack Hammer is the pegasus in Sonic Rainboom who, funnily enough, is using the jack hammer, and we all know who Vinyl is, right?
(1) I tried to find either Sweetie Belle in that pose or one like it, but came up empty. I may get it commissioned at a later date...
for now, have the pose Scoots was in to present herself to Pip.