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Sweetie Belle's backdoor adventure

By tenderloin
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2023-02-22 16:09:45
Expiry: Never
sweetie bellefluttershynsfwcheerilee

  1. >Note: This was my first story ever, and I wrote it before knowing much about pony anatomy. Its needs to be edited at some point. To fix mistakes and other such problems.
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  3. >Story tags: Non-consensual foalcon (mare on filly), sadism, abuse, mild mindbreak and torture (no gore or blood involved), scat eating (mostly in reference), diapers, beastiality, anal rape, forced food, pee and enema retention, mild watersports, bondage, spankings, butt plugs, suppositories, anilingus, cunnilingus, forced orgasm.
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  7. >Introduction
  8. >At the local spa Fluttershy caught Sweetie Belle masturbating in one of the smaller wading pools for little fillies. Quietly and without making a scene, she promised to keep the illicit act secret. However, she wanted something in return for doing so.
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  12. >The following morning, after dinner, Sweetie Belle found herself at the front door of Fluttershy’s humble cottage.
  13. >Nervously she looked around, gauging if any onlooker might have spotted her travel there.
  14. >Before realizing that seeing her visit her good friend, should have been a perfectly normal thing for her to do.
  15. >If anything, standing and staring anxiously around herself—infront of the cottage—would probably be the weirder thing for her to do.
  16. >Thus, composing herself, she tapped on the door a few times and waited.
  17. >And after a short moment, Fluttershy came through it.
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  19. >“Sweetie Belle, its so wonderful to see you! Please come in. Come in and make yourself comfortable.”
  20. >Exchanging brief hugs and hearing her warm, gentle voice; already made her feel less nervous.
  21. >Momentarily even forgetting the *circumstances* that had led up to the impromptu visit in the first place.
  22. >Waved inside she seated herself down on the living room couch.
  23. >“Just wait right there Sweetie, I’ll go fetch us something to drink.”
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  25. >Much earlier, before coming here, Sweetie Bell figured that she simply wanted to say something about yesterdays, *”little mishap”*, as her older sister would’ve put it.
  26. >What had happened at the spa was, without a doubt, extremely embarrassing. But It’s not like Fluttershy wouldn’t understand, she hoped.
  27. >And yet, at the same time, she couldn’t quite shake off Fluttershy’s seemingly thrilled expression at finding her in such a compromising state. With her hoof at her own fillyhood. Which had worried her coming here.
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  29. >With a tray and two cups of flowery-scented tea, Fluttershy went back to her guest.
  30. >“Here you are Sweetie, I made us some tea. Please be careful, its a little hot.”
  31. >Sinking into the cosy couch, both ponies talked about their week. Fluttershy spoke about her new animal additions and she discussed her schoolwork.
  32. >And even though it was the regular chit-chat between the two of them, she couldn’t ignore the awkward atmosphere around them.
  33. >Several unspoken questions lingered *in the air*, and she knew she needed to explain herself to her friend.
  34. >And the sooner she did, the better. Her troubled consciousness kept telling her.
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  36. >“By the way Fluttershy, about yesterday… at the spa. W-when you saw me d-doing… doing—”
  37. >Even just briefly mentioning the incident was difficult enough. Blushing she struggled to form an explanation in her mind.
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  39. >Noticing the crimson filly besides her, Fluttershy kindly intervened.
  40. >“Hey now,” she said whilst gently lifting her head up, “you can always talk to me about anything. You know that right?”
  41. >Letting out a shallow breath, Sweetie Belle answered, “Yes, I know that. Thanks Fluttershy.”
  42. >Both ponies nuzzling and hugging quietly for moment.
  43. >Separating with a flush she continued, “so… you know those jet streams they have in the pools? The ones that shoot out water from the sides?"
  44. >“Hmm, yes I think I remember them having something like that, why?”
  45. >“Well you see. I accidentally got real close to one of those, and it… it kinda s-sprayed on my—you know, *down th-there*—on my… filly parts.”
  46. >Saying that last part made her want to sink into the couch and disappear.
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  48. >”I see.” Said Fluttershy calmly, reasuredly petting her mane and giving her a minute to continue.
  49. >”Y-yeah, and so, when I was next to one. It felt… really good and I couldn’t stop pushing my… b-behind against it….”
  50. >“And I’m guessing that’s when I accidentally walked in on you? But Sweetie, you were also doing something else at the time, weren't you?”
  51. >The smaller pony knew fully well what she meant, but couldn’t answer her.
  52. >”…”
  53. >”You were also touching yourself naughtily *down there* as well, weren’t you?” She said with a subtle, alluring undertone.
  54. >”I’m so sorry Fluttershy! I know I shouldn’t have been doing s-stuff like that openly! I know its bad to t-touch back there like I did! I swear I won’t do it ever again, I promise! So please don’t tell Rarity about it, I’ll do anything!”
  55. >Chuckling, “is that so sweetums~? Anything? You’ll really do anything I want?”
  56. >”Uhm… yes?”
  57. >”That’s very kind of you Sweetie, and I’m happy to hear you say that. We’re going to have so much *fun* together from now on.”
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  59. >It was only after her draining confession that Sweetie Belle started to notice the strange shift in Fluttershy’s demeanour.
  60. >Suddenly very unsure of herself she quickly scanned her over. Looking for any obvious clues to work with.
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  62. >“Well you see Sweetie if you don’t want me to talk to Rarity, or perhaps even your two best friends about your cute *little habits*. Then you are going to do everything I want for—oh, shall we say—the next two days? Including this one of course.”
  63. >There was no kindness in the elements words, if anything, the little unicorn thought her words were rather bullyish.
  64. >”Wait what? Fluttershy? I thought you’d be a lot nicer about this kind of stuff. I mean you’re th—"
  65. >“I want you here everyday after school starting tomorrow morning. However for now, I thought we could play make believe together. I’ll be your mother and you’ll be my precious foal. So make sure you address me as 'mom' or 'mommy' from now on; whenever we're playing together.”
  66. >“Umm…? I’m not sure I fo—”
  67. >”And seeing how you’ve been such a naughty little foal all yesterday. Being *touchy-feely* all by yourself. I see no reason why I shouldn’t punish you like one.”
  68. >Fluttershy unable to hide her gleeful smile spoke clearly and carefully. Making sure she captured each, individual word.
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  70. >Hearing the word, *”punish”*, made the filly gulp, whilst also finding herself extremely confused at the new, strange things suddenly asked of her.
  71. >Unable to really come up with any good excuses on the spot—for her past actions—Sweetie Belle merely nodded defeatedly at her odd requests.
  72. >”See,” said Fluttershy as she hugged her warmly, ”you can be my good girl when you want to~.”
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  74. >In her current predicament, Sweetie Belle wasn’t sure what surprised her the most. Fluttershy wanting to punish her, or that she apparently wanted to play *mommy and foal* whilst doing so.
  75. >Regardless, she was more than willing to accept anything if it meant saving her reputation and sparing her from her sisters wrath. She couldn’t handle another six hour long lecture on *prim and proper etiquette* from her.
  76. >Besides, how bad could Fluttershy’s *punishments* realistically even be? She thought to herself. Imagining lots of embarrassing dress up games and tea parties.
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  78. >“Now then little one, lets head upstairs and get started shall we?"
  79. >Sweetie Belle shuddered. Bracing herself as she was led upstairs. All the while wondering why Fluttershy would even want to do any of this ridiculous stuff. Couldn’t she just forget about the whole stupid spa thing to begin with? Her stomach was in knots thinking it over.
  80. >And as they entered her bedroom, she just had to ask. “Fluttershy is this really necessary? Can’t I just feed your animals every morning or something instead?”
  81. >Unperturbed, Fluttershy took a hoof and gently pressed it to her muzzle, to silence her.
  82. >“Its 'mom' to you Sweetie not 'Fluttershy', try to remember. You’re in enough hot waters as it is. And yes, it is 'necessary'. Also, don’t forget you were the one that said I could do anything I wanted. It was your suggestion after all silly.”
  83. >Annoyed she stood still in the middle of the room. Choosing to watch and wait as her new *mom* rummaged through some of her drawers.
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  85. >“Found it,” said Fluttershy happily. Pulling out a flat, wooden paddle, ”do you know what this is Sweetie?”
  86. >To her it looked like something you’d play hoofball with, or perhaps even cut food on. Unsure she cocked her head at it.
  87. >Snickering, “I’m guessing Rarity never used one of these on you then?"
  88. >”No…? I don’t think so at least.”
  89. >Anxiously she looked the board over. Trying to understand *its use* on her.
  90. >Smiling she answered, “well, this thing is called a 'paddle', and its used on misbehaving little foals. To teach them how to better behave for their mommy.”
  91. >Swinging it in the air once before continuing, “and with it, I’m going to spank your naughty bottom, until its bright red~.”
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  93. >“Huh? No, no freaking way! You can’t be s-serious with that junk Fluttershy?!”
  94. >Visibly taken aback she started backpedalling towards the door.
  95. >Expecting the sudden outburst. Fluttershy swiftly took hold of her trembling filly. Picking her up and pulling her close.
  96. >“Oh yes, I am quite serious. And I also told you to call me 'mom', didn’t I?”
  97. >”Bite me!”
  98. >”Now, now, lets not be like that Sweetie. I’m sure you’ll learn to.”
  99. >As she finished her sentence she dragged her towards the bed with her.
  100. >Sitting down on it she repositioned the bewildered filly over her lap. Lifting her tail up and off to the side as she did.
  101. >Fluttershy worked quickly. Not wanting her new plaything to get a chance to adjust and scrutinize her current predicament any more than necessary.
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  103. >The young unicorns mind was racing, finding it very difficult to focus and process what was fully happening to her. One moment she was confiding to her close friend—and the next—finding herself over her lap for a spanking. She needed to get aw—
  104. >*Smack!*
  105. >"Ahhh!”
  106. >”What ar—"
  107. >*Smack! Smack!*
  108. >”Oww! Uahh!“
  109. >“N-no, 'oof', wait, pl-please stop!”
  110. >*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
  111. >"Ow ow, owwhhhh!”
  112. >”I-It h-hurts! It hurts! Fluttershy!”
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  114. >Pausing momentarily, and holding the paddle on her rump she said, “I’ve repeatedly told you, several times already, to specifically call me 'mommy' during our precious playtime together. You’re obviously trying to upset me further!
  115. >Raising the paddle up high again. ”Looks like we are going to have to be here for a little while,” she said whilst trying to sound disappointed.
  116. >*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
  117. >”No-o-o! Ahhah! Haaaaahhii!”
  118.  
  119. >Fluttershy had started out hard and fast with her swings. Wanting to make a clear, long-lasting impression on her. Ensuring she understood her *role* in their new *relationship*.
  120. >Eagerly and firmly she struck her bottom. Causing it to bounce in place as she struck both hind cheeks one after the other. Evenly painting her rear and letting her painful gasps and cries guide the strength of her blows.
  121.  
  122. >*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
  123. >“I… n-no, I-I—'haa-ahaaiee!'—I c-can’t Flutte—mo—m-mommy! No m-m-more!”
  124. >Now on the verge of crying with complete abandonment. Sweetie Belle, in a fit of panic—took hold of the bed post to her right—and tried pulling herself away with it.
  125. >”Oh my, what’s this now? Trying to get away? Well, we can’t have any of that. Now can we?”
  126. >Pausing and securing her frantic filly once more. This time, to better hold her in place, she pinned a forehoof up against her tail dock. Holding by the dock was a favourite amongst parents that spanked. If any foal attempted to pull away it would twist and pinch their sensitive dock. Making them stop and comply.
  127. >“Good, now, where were we?”
  128. >Menacingly she rubbed her butt with the paddle. She could feel her frightenedly clench up as she did.
  129. >I-I’m s-s-sorry, d-don’t! Enough, 'ha-hah', al-already, 'huff', m-mom!?”
  130. >”Oh, yes that’s right~!”
  131. >*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
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  133. >Unable to control herself anymore she started crying like a baby foal once her paddling resumed. Tears leaking down her cheeks and onto the sheets.
  134. >"Whhaaa wha, aaahh aawhaa, uwhaaa....”
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  136. >The mare continued paddling Sweetie Belle's flanks for several more minutes. Each stinging strike stacking and turning her hindquarters redder and rawer.
  137. >Only slowing down to let her sobbing filly catch her breath whenever she needed it.
  138. >During it all Sweetie Belle was forced to defeatedly lay across her lap. Trying to get off had gotten too painful. Even though her entire body was screaming at her to get away from the painful hits.
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  140. >It wasn’t after she went completely limp in her lap, that the spanking finally ceased. Unbeknownst to her, all of Fluttershy’s spankings ended that way.
  141. >”Shh. There there, go ahead, let it all out. You know you needed this, don’t you?”
  142. >Remarked Fluttershy motherly as she noticed her own feminine scent fill the surrounding air.
  143. >Placing the paddle to her side, she brought a careful hoof to her scolding bum. Stroking her rump and feeling the heat of it. Getting no immediate response from her she causally trailed her hoof into her rift. Parting her cheeks open and taking a good look at her premature fillyhood and anus. Licking her lips at the wonderful sight.
  144. >After satisfying her eyes she took hold of her shoulders. Lifting the bleary filly up.
  145. >Fear and hurt visible on her damp face as she stretched her hooves around her. Pulling her into her chest fur and letting her regain her composure.
  146.  
  147. >In no rush Fluttershy kept stroking her up and down her back. Giving her time to recover.
  148. >Sweetie Belle had cried nonstop throughout the ordeal. Her throat now dry and raspy.
  149. >”Is…Is i-it… is it o-over?”
  150. >”Almost dear, almost. You’re getting four extra to better help you remember mommy’s name correctly.”
  151. >”P-ple-ase mom-m-y, 'ugh', I’ve l-learned!”
  152. >“And I’m going to make sure you have. Do you feel ready for them now Sweetie?”
  153. >”N-no! I d-do-n’t wan—”
  154. >”Its okay little one. These four will be the last ones, I promise. Then you’ll be forgiven for upsetting mommy.”
  155. >After pushing her dismayed filly down and over her lap again—she brought up the paddle—holding it high over her reddened butt.
  156.  
  157. >*Smack!*
  158. >The strong hit reignited all the angry, inflamed nerves in her rear. The brief pause doing little to help.
  159. >”Gahahhhh!”
  160. >*Smack!*
  161. >”Aiiiiieeee!”
  162. >*Smack!*
  163. >”Grahhaaa! Whhahhhhaa, whaah.”
  164. >*Smack!*
  165. >”Whhhwhaa, aaha-uhuuuuhuu, whhaaawhhaaa….”
  166.  
  167. >Dropping the paddle Fluttershy found herself sweating noticeably, and not just from the exertion alone.
  168. >”Shh, it’s all over now, mommy isn’t upset anymore. No more spankies for your little hiney~.”
  169. >Gently she lifted the crying filly up and spread her out on the bed. Barrel down and hind legs wide apart.
  170. >Feeling bolder she brought a hoof to her rear again. The touch sent painful shivers down Sweetie Belle’s withers.
  171. >Not withdrawing her hoof this time Fluttershy, like before, parted both butt cheeks open.
  172. >Her eyes wandered to her exposed fillyhood. The lovely sight making her own marehood twitch in eagerness. Opening and closing.
  173. >The young unicorn was currently too preoccupied to care. She was sobbing feebly into a nearby pillow. Her very first paddling had been extreme and draining.
  174.  
  175. >Seeing her chance Fluttershy reached inwards and lightly touched her pink slit. Spreading her folds open and viewing her naked sex in the process.
  176. >It wasn’t until a minute later that Sweetie Belle looked back and asked, ”h-hey, wh-what—'sniff'—are y-you… doing n-now?”
  177. >”I’m just making sure everything’s okay back here after your spanking.”
  178. >”Oh, o-okay… I-I gu-guess….”
  179. >Leaving her slit alone she traced her hoof upwards, to her darker, puckering tailhole. Encircling it teasingly.
  180. >“Yes, everything looks… really good from here Sweetie. You should be fine in a few days. However, we aren’t quite done *playing* just yet.”
  181.  
  182. >After a few glasses of water and a shortlived rest. Sweetie Bell, now tired and sore, was led to Fluttershy’s bathroom.
  183. >Once there Fluttershy washed her face and brushed her mane back, making her presentable again.
  184. >All the while she tended to her, Sweetie Bell couldn’t help but squirm and fidget around. The severe smarting in her rump making things difficult for her.
  185.  
  186. >”There, all better! Now then, lets continue our fun~.”
  187. >”But I… I-I don’t w-wanna play anymore m-mommy.”
  188. >”Oh, Is that so? And here I thought we had a deal Sweetie. You’re are supposed to be my little foal for the next two days, remember?”
  189. >”…”
  190. >”Or perhaps you’d like me to tell Rarity and your friends instead?”
  191. >Shaking her head, ”no… n-not that….”
  192. >”Then perhaps you’d like me to continue your spanking?”
  193. >”No, p-please don’t! Look, I-I’m sorry. So I’ll… I-I’ll d-do as you say… okay? M-mommy....”
  194. >”See, that wasn’t so hard~.”
  195.  
  196. >Leaving her be for second Futtershy turned to the cabinet under the bathroom sink. Reaching into it and pulling out a box with a tail symbol on it.
  197. >Turning back to her with it she says, ”here, its for you, open it and take out what’s inside.”
  198. >Taking the box she opens it, revealing a black 'plug' of sorts. Puzzled she looked the object over. Not really knowing what it was.
  199. >“That’s called a 'butt plug' dear—and just like the name suggests—its meant to go up your pretty tushie, and stay there.”
  200. >”…”
  201. >According to the label inside the box she read that the plug was twelve centimeters in total length, and three centimeters at its thickest point.
  202. >”Don’t worry, its perfect for beginners like yourself,” she said excitedly, “and take that lube out too. I wouldn’t want things to get *uncomfortable* for my precious girl.”
  203. >“I-I… see….”
  204. >Blushing she reluctantly did as instruct. Passing her the adult toy she could feel how smooth and flexible it was. It was her first time touching a toy like it, and she didn’t like the idea of it being in her butthole one bit. She didn’t even know such toys were made for *that* place before. Only hearing about the other kind from her classmates gossip.
  205. >”Thank you, but before we get started with the plug, I want to give you a cleansing enema first. Its important to be clean *back there* when playing with toys like these.”
  206. >Flinching she looked up at her. She knew what enemas were, she’d been given one once before for an upset stomach. Alot of embarrassing memories came flooding back at the mention of it.
  207. >”Have you gone potty today Sweetie?” She asked whilst storing the empty box away, “also, have you ever had an enema before?”
  208. >Sweetie Belle embarrassingly shook her head sideways, and then nodded at the second question.
  209. >“Thank you for being honest with mommy,” she said warmly at her, “then I don’t think I need to explain anything further.”
  210. >With renewed excitement Fluttershy bent down again and into cabinet. Retrieving a large, oversized syringe.
  211. >”This one is made for adults. I hope you don’t mind~.”
  212. >”…”
  213. >Pulling the two cylindrical tubes apart, she sets them down to her side.
  214. >"I think you need two enemas from it to be sure, then a smaller retention one for later.”
  215. >”…”
  216.  
  217. >Sweetie Belle didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to participate in any more twisted games. Yet disagreeing would come with severe consequences if she did. Making her feel incredibly trapped and conflicted.
  218. >Thinking about the 'two days' timeframe did give her some hope. If she could manage to hold out, and just avoid making Fluttershy angry again, then everything could quickly go back to normal.
  219.  
  220. >”Hey now, are you listening to me Sweetie?”
  221. >”Ah, s-sorry mom! Could y-you repeat that?”
  222. >”I said turn around and lift your tail up. I need to apply some lube onto your cute little star~. Otherwise the enema might hurt going in you.”
  223. >”…”
  224. >Not waiting for her to cooperate, Fluttershy spun her unsure filly around.
  225. >”Now lift your tail up honey, or does mommy need to fetch the paddle again? To make you listen?”
  226. >Swallowing hard she lifted her tail high. Exposing herself to her.
  227. >”Mmm~, yes that’s it. Hold it just like that.”
  228. >Not holding back anymore, Fluttershy placed her hoof on her dock. Then sensuously slid it downwards. Stopping on her tailhole and touching it directly.
  229. >”Ah! T-that’s—”
  230. >”Better keep that tail up dear! Nice and high now.”
  231. >”B-but….”
  232. >“Don’t be embarrassed,” she lustfully said as she reached for the lube, “we’re both girls here after all.”
  233. >Applying some lube on her right hoof, she gently brought it back onto her anus, fondling it and smearing it thoroughly.
  234. >”Eeip!”
  235.  
  236. >Taking her time Fluttershy relished the sensation of touching her so freely and in such an intimate place.
  237. >Her adorable squeaks and flinches excited her tremendously as she gently molested her.
  238. >Viewing her virgin sex made her lean in and give her a single kiss, right next to it, on her cheek.
  239. >”Such a beautiful foal you are~.”
  240.  
  241. >For three minutes Sweetie Belle stood still. Tail in air as Fluttershy groped her backdoor and her stinging rump incessantly. Too frightened to do anything except grunt and whimper at the bad touch.
  242. >And after few seconds more, Fluttershy was *confident* that enough lube had been applied.
  243. >“Okay, that should do it. Now stay perfectly still.”
  244. >Leaning to her side she picked up the oversized syringe.
  245. >Taking it under the sink she filled it with lukewarm water. Using her already slick hoof, she greased the thick endpoint of it, before pointing it back towards the nervous filly.
  246. >”Your little enema is ready,” she said whilst patting her rump in warning, “and I don't want any fussing from you neither. So make sure you take it like a big girl.”
  247. >Carefully she placed the pointed tip on her small opening. Ushering it inside.
  248. >”Ugh!”
  249. >Her tight hole was fighting her at first. But as she steadily kept pushing the greased tip on it—her entrance slowly, but surely—gave way. Forcing her to accept it.
  250. >”Unffhh—”
  251. >And as soon as it was inside her butthole, she began pressing down on the handle.
  252.  
  253. >The young pony immediately gasped and wiggled at the warm sensation flowing into her backside. Causing her to tense and shift on her hind legs.
  254. >And in no time at all, she started straining from the mounting pressure within.
  255. >Feeling incredibly full she pleaded, “can y-you slow—'ugghh'—slow it d-down a bit? P-please mom?”
  256. >Despite her obvious discomfort, Fluttershy continued pressing down on the handle.
  257. >“Only a little bit more now. Try to relax Sweetie, it’s good for you.”
  258. >After having squeezed in about 500 milliliters of water. She stopped and pulled out.
  259.  
  260. >“There, this seems to be about your limit, you seem to be very full from not having gone potty earlier.”
  261. >With a hoof she motioned Sweetie Bell to turn around. “Now I want you to empty all of that out. Sit down there,” she pointed to the toilet, “and relax.”
  262. >Doing as instructed she clenched—and with her tail still in the air—waddled over to the toilet. Her rear stung cruelly as she sat down on the ring.
  263.  
  264. >Fluttershy walked up to her as she seated herself. Standing infront of her unicorn filly, she caringly stroked her mane. Waiting for the inevitable to happen.
  265. >"E-excuse me? I can’t—'uffhh'—do it while you’re watching. I can’t—'hahh'—go like t-this.”
  266. >With pleading eyes Sweetie Bell looked for any signs of sympathy.
  267. >“Of course not silly,” she giggled at her sweetly, watching her adorably struggle on the toilet. “Little foals can’t wipe properly without mommy’s help after all.”
  268. >Sweating and holding her inflated—gurgling stomach with both hoofs—she mewled loudly.
  269. >”Also,” laughed the mare mischievously, “I’m pretty sure it’ll happen whether you want me to watch or not.”
  270.  
  271. >With that said, Sweetie Bell could no longer hold it in, having gone all day without emptying her bowels. And now, with the added water inside of her, caused her to cramp up badly. Overwhelming her.
  272. >Not able to control herself anymore. A torrent of filthy, lumpy water erupted out from her orifice; and into the toilet bowl.
  273. >“Ahh! No—”
  274. >Humiliated Sweetie Bell cried out, wanting to disappear once more as wet pooping noises filled the bathroom.
  275.  
  276. >“Oh my~, It sure looks like somepony really needed their little enema.“ Fluttershy said as she lifted Sweetie Bell’s sunken, blushing muzzle—and kissed her curtly on her forehead.
  277. >Having heard her finish going, she promptly reached for the toilet paper on her right. “One moment dear.”
  278. >”…”
  279. >Grabbing some in her hoof, she reached under and wiped her clean. Belittling her further in the process.
  280. >Turning the handle to flush everything down, Fluttershy went back to the sink and refilled the syringe once more.
  281. >”Okay Sweetie, I’m ready for you. Come here.”
  282. >”…”
  283. >Again she made her get up and expose herself to her.
  284. >This time, and working quicker than before, she easily reinserted the enema tip inside of her.
  285. >And once it was snuggly situated inside her soft butthole, she released most of the lukewarm water in a single go.
  286.  
  287. >The considerably larger dose, rapidly stretched and filled her insides. Causing her to pant and whine weakly.
  288. >And once more, she could both feel and hear her own stomach—groan and tense up in protest—at the extreme pressure.
  289. >"I-I’m already f-full—'haahh, hahh'—very-y full mom….”
  290. >”Just breath in and out for me. We’re almost done. Be my good little foal.” She whispered fondly to her as the syringe passed the 900 milliliters mark.
  291.  
  292. >After a few seconds more, and seeing the syringe cross over the one liter mark. Fluttershy reduced the flow and pulled out.
  293. >“Okay, let’s stop here,” she said as she pointed back to the toilet, “you know what to do.”
  294. >With some difficulty she awkwardly walked back to the toilet. Her overfilled stomach screamed angrily at her. Having never felt this full before she almost leaked out from the few, short steps to it.
  295. >Not even attempting to hold back this time. She let everything out as soon as she sat down. Grimacing and grunting as the clearer water forced its way out.
  296. >With a wing Fluttershy lifted her head up again. Looking directly in her eyes as she blissfully relieved herself.
  297. >”Does it feel good to go poopy little one~? I’m sure it does. Its okay, just enjoy your potty time with mommy.”
  298. >”…”
  299. >Hearing the wet discharge come to an end. Fluttershy, just like before, leaned in to wipe and flush everything down.
  300.  
  301. >“Aww, you did great Sweetie,” she giggled at her lovingly, “I’m so very proud of you! I guess even foals your age can use the big potty with a little help.”
  302. >”…”
  303. >“Now come along with me, I have something *special* waiting for you in the guest bedroom. So let’s finish up there.”
  304.  
  305. >With a helping hoof Fluttershy led the exhausted filly over to the guest bedroom.
  306. >And as they entered, Sweetie Bell saw the crib-like bed waiting for her there.
  307. >She wanted to open her mouth and protest—seeing the foalish bed—but her drowsiness won over. Preferring not to argue at the ridiculous sight of it.
  308. >”I talked to Rarity before you came over. I told her you might be staying over tonight. I mentioned we were working on a school project together for your class.”
  309. >Motioning the filly forward. “Rarity didn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, I think she was rather happy having the alone time to focus on her work.”
  310.  
  311. >Brimming with glee Fluttershy knew she could easily keep Sweetie Bell *very close*. Without anypony really suspecting anything out of the ordinary. Not even her sister.
  312. >”Isn’t it wonderful Sweetie? This means we have both the remaining day and tomorrow morning all for ourselves to *play* with. Before you need to go to school that is.”
  313. >”Y-yeah, th-that sounds… just great mom….”
  314.  
  315. >Chuckling Fluttershy patted on the bed, “come along, lay down here. I know you must be a very sleep foal by now.”
  316. >After helping her in Fluttershy said, “good, now just give me one second, and I’ll be right back with you.”
  317. >On the bed Sweetie Belle preferred lying on her stomach, avoiding her blistering flanks.
  318.  
  319. >Once out of the room Fluttershy made two stops. First she went into the kitchen to get out two premade sandwiches and a small juice box. Taking the wrapped items she tucked them underneath her wings. Then she went back upstairs to her bathroom. To grab her enema syringe and the butt plug back up.
  320. >Holding the syringe under the sink she pondered briefly what an *adequate* amount would be. Wanting her filly to retain it overnight with the plug.
  321. >Smirking to herself she filled it to the 300 milliliter mark.
  322.  
  323. >After a few minutes or so had passed. Sweetie Bell looked up to see her *mom* towering over her.
  324. >”Here eat these honeybun~, your little tum-tum must be all empty.” She said as she unwrapped the sandwiches and her drink. Giving them to her.
  325. >Humming happily to herself Fluttershy waited for her filly to finish her snack.
  326. >And as soon as she finished, she brought up the enema syringe and the butt plug. Laying them down next to her on the bed.
  327. >“Now then.” Was all she said before dragging Sweetie Bell’s hind legs off, and to the side of the bed.
  328. >“As promised here is the smaller retention enema,” taking the syringe and holding it up so Sweetie Bell could see, “and I’ll be using this little plug to hold it all in~.”
  329. >And as she waved both instruments before her eyes. Sweetie Bell let out a short, tired whimper. A pleading sound that fell on deaf ears as Fluttershy had no intention of stopping her fun.
  330.  
  331. >Lifting her tail up she inserted the still lubed syringe tip, back into her tailhole. And ignoring any grunts or whines from her uneager filly, she freed the liquids inside in one go.
  332. >“There there, its just a tiny amount this time. Nothing to fuss over.”
  333. >Fluttershy patted her sore bum softly as she withdrew the syringe from her anus. >Placing the syringe aside Fluttershy took hold of the small bottle of lube that came with the butt plug.
  334. >Opening it she smeared the plug with lube.
  335. >Once satisfied she lined the toy up perfectly with Sweetie Bell’s rear star. And in turn started squeezing it, little by little, inside of her.
  336.  
  337. >"Ooffhh…! Tha-at stin-n-ngs, 'haah'”—
  338. >Pushing the plug further inwards she continued stretching her virgin anus open.
  339. >“Just be a brave foal now and relax your little hiney for me~.” She said in a warm, caring tone.
  340. >”Mnhhhh, fffahaa!”
  341. >Gruellingly the lengthy plug slowly made its way inside of her—and as it slid past its thickest, bulging part—it suddenly swallowed itself in the rest of the way.
  342. >”Gahhhh!”
  343. >The little unicorn gasped and jolted forward when it happened.
  344. >Her first instinct was to try and push it out again, but Fluttershy held her hoof on it.
  345.  
  346. >”See, that wasn’t so bad now was it?” Her voice dripping with lust as she patted on the protruding base several times.
  347. >”'Ugh… no its g-gross, 'ughh', and w-weird, 'fhahh!', please, t-take it out!”
  348. >Laughing softly she leaned in and said, “and that’s why you need to sleep with it all night long. So you can get used to it."
  349. >”M-mom I-I seriously, 'ouff', I d-don’t think… I can, 'gurp', h-handle it! I’ll be g-good so plea—"
  350. >”Calm down Sweetie,” she said twisting gently on it, ”your little plug is staying where it is for now. It may be difficult at the moment, but you'll get used to it quickly I promise.”
  351.  
  352. >Leaving the toy alone for the moment she bent down to grab something underneath the bed.
  353. >“Oh good, they are still here,” she says as she pulls out a white, disposable diaper.
  354. >”Umm, m-mom…?”
  355. >”It’s just a precaution Sweetie. You might have a messy accident during the night. The enema is still inside your little bum-bum after all~. We can’t have it leaking out all over the bed, now can we?”
  356. >“…”
  357. >Fluttershy opened the crinkling garment up. Watching her filly cutely flush and squirm uncomfortable as she did.
  358. >“Scoot up on the bed dear, mommy is going to put your pretty tushie in it now~.”
  359. >As she finished her sentence—she lifted her hind legs up, into the air—and slid the diaper underneath her.
  360. >Reaching beneath her again she took out a bottle of special masking cream.
  361. >“This will prevent any rashes and hide away any bruising. Your classmates won’t notice a thing by tomorrow.”
  362. >After applying a liberal amount on her raw hide. She began securing the diaper around her waist.
  363. >Pulling her tail through a small opening in the diaper before closing it completely up. Sealing her hindquarters in it.
  364.  
  365. >”Aww, you look so precious Sweetie,” she teased, “you look like a proper baby foal now~!”
  366. >Feeling extremely ashamed of herself in her current *outfit*, Sweetie Belle timidly looked away from Fluttershy, trying to suppress her red hue from showing. Ears folding and pointing downwards.
  367. >”Shh, its alright honey. Here, I’ll help *ease* your mind away from it.”
  368. >Reaching to her supplies below again she brought out a powerful wand massager.
  369. >Turning it on to *high* she pressed it firmly down on the front of her diaper.
  370. >”Mmaahh!”
  371. >Within seconds the strong vibration from it made the young filly moan loudly. Stimulating and tickling her underage vulva through the thick diaper.
  372. >”Oohf! Th-h-at—'mnnhhhh'—k-kinda, 'hah-hah', fe-feels n-nice….”
  373.  
  374. >Panting throatily at the *familiar* sensation happening down below. Sweetie Bell even momentarily forgot everything bad that’d happened to her today.
  375. >Fluttershy cooed cutely at her as she watched her writhe lewdly before her.
  376. >”Such a needy little thing, all huffy and puffy~,” she said whilst turning the wand to *maximum*.
  377. >“Go right ahead Sweetie, you don’t need to hold anything back.”
  378. >”I th-think—'mnaahhh, ahh, hnnn!'—I-I’m,” was all Sweetie Bell managed out before the strong vibrations on her clit overwhelmed her.
  379. >”Mmmhhhaaa!”
  380. >Shrieking and arching her back she forcefully sprayed the insides of her diaper with slick fillycum.
  381. >”There we go,” pulling the wand away from the crinkling plastic, “that’s my sweet, happy girl.”
  382. >Sweetie Bell slumped down on the bed, completely spent and exhausted from the day’s rough treatment.
  383. >“You look awfully tuckered out Sweetie.” She says whilst touching her dampened diaper. Enjoying the heady scent coming from it.
  384. >”Its time for your sleepies now.”
  385. >As she finished her sentence she brought out a soft blanket, tucking her in with it.
  386. >Not expecting any replies she leaned down and kissed her winded filly softly on her lips.
  387. >Playfully giving her a sly lick on the mouth before standing upright, to bring the crib’s guardrails up and over her. Securing her in.
  388. >And after having secured them, she turned around and walked out of the room, hitting the lightswitch before leaving.
  389.  
  390. >”Sweet dreams~.”
  391.  
  392. ---
  393.  
  394. >Sweetie Belle felt the strong, early morning rays envelop her. It was early, way too early for her. Usually she would sleep until school was just about to start. Never needing more than thirty minutes or so to get ready. However this time things were different, everything was different.
  395.  
  396. >Rubbing her eyes softly she greeted the morning sun. Gazing down she was quickly reminded of her new predicament.
  397. >Overlooking the now yellow tinted diaper strapped to her flanks. Her hopes were immediately crushed as she realized that yesterdays nightmare, wasn’t just a bad dream.
  398.  
  399. >The reason for her early, abrupted slumber also became apparent to her.
  400. >Her pegasus *mother* had just finished lowering the side bars of the crib, and was now placing down a tray of salad and juice next to her.
  401. >“Good morning sleepy head,” she said cheerily, “I hope you don’t mind me waking you this early.”
  402. >Leaning down she kissed her gently on her cheek. Nonchalantly rubbing the front of her diaper.
  403. >”Oh my, what’s this now? Did my foal have a little accident last night? Good thing we put you in your didies.”
  404. >“...”
  405. >Fluttershy’s mane was frazzled, strands of hair popping in and out irregularly.
  406. >“You should eat up dear. I’ll be back shortly to remove your cute *accessories*.
  407.  
  408. >Watching Fluttershy trot back out the door she sighed, and reached for the juice on the tray. And in doing so she caused a sharp pang within her; to surge throughout her body. The butt plug that she’d been wearing all night long. Made itself suddenly known to her.
  409. >”Ouff!”
  410. >Groaning she reached for the salad. All the while the plug was tugging and pulling on her butthole.
  411. >Both the plug and the enema had disturbed her sleep several times during the night. Not to mention her still tender backside. Which made sleeping on her side a must.
  412. >And at one point she had also needed to pee but couldn’t find a way out from the crib in the dark.
  413. >So she let out a small amount in her diaper, just enough to take her mind off it. The foalish act had embarrassed her greatly. The warmth and wetness making her feel very small.
  414. >It took her a while to come to terms with it, but once she did, she managing to fall asleep again.
  415.  
  416. >Shortly after finishing her *breakfast in bed*, Fluttershy returned.
  417. >”I’m so sorry for the delay. Angel can be so difficult to feed in the morning sometimes. I can only hope my cooking hasn’t worsened. Was your salad okay?”
  418. >“It was good,” she answered crossly, “but its not the food that’s problematic.”
  419. >Irritated and flustered she pointed down to her haunches.
  420. >“Oh I see, so you’re also going to be a grumpy little bunny in the morning then?”
  421. >”No wait! Mom I d-didn’t me—"
  422. >”Hush! That attitude won’t do,” admonished Fluttershy, “and just for that I’m not changing your nappy until you go pee-pee in it. That’s final.”
  423. >”…”
  424. >Humiliated she wanted to plead, to apologize for her angry tone. But at the same time she didn’t want to risk her situation worsening first thing in the morning.
  425. >”D-do I… really have to mom?” She said apologetically.
  426. >“Yes you do! You don’t want to upset mommy again, now do you baby?”
  427. >”O-of course not.”
  428. >”Good girl~.”
  429. >Fluttershy got close to her and put her right hoof on the front of her diaper. Holding it there and tracing circles on it.”
  430. >”Okay, sweetheart, tell mommy what you are about to do.”
  431. >”I-I’m… about t-to p-pee.”
  432. >”Pee where exactly?”
  433. >”I-In my… di-diaper.”
  434. >”And why Sweetie?”
  435. >B-because I-I was m-mean to m-mommy.”
  436. >”Yes you were. Now keep your legs open and wet your nappy.”
  437.  
  438. >Flush with embarrassment and wanting this to be over. Sweetie Belle tried to relax her bladder.
  439. >Her continuous groping on her diaper certainly didn’t help matters, but she wasn’t going to complain and risk another spanking today.
  440. >It wasn’t until Fluttershy began pressing down on her stomach, with her left hoof, that she started feeling herself go.
  441.  
  442. >Her muzzle turning crimson as the release happened. A subtle, yet distinct noise could be heard from her nethers.
  443. >'Psshhhh'.
  444. >Covering her eyes in shame she filled her diaper with urine.
  445. >”Look Sweetie, its already changing colour~!”
  446. >”…”
  447. >Getting treated like a baby foal this early in the morning quickly became too much for her.
  448. >Not able to cope with the humiliation she started sniffling, almost sobbing as her tinkle came to a stop.
  449. >“Aww, I’m sorry little one,” she whispered softly, removing her hoof. “I’m just teasing you a little, that’s all. C’mon, let’s get you out of that wet diaper.”
  450. >Reaching to the sides of the diaper she started undoing the diaper tabs. One by one she pulled them open.
  451. >Afterwards she gently pried the front cover of the diaper open. Exposing her pee stained sex.
  452. >Fluttershy took a moment to appreciate her beautiful cunny. Her damp fillysex now smelling of both pee and fillycum from last night.
  453. >”It certainly looks like you needed that too. Guess you couldn’t get up and use the toilet last night.” She said smirking at her.
  454.  
  455. >Several fun and illicit things entered Fluttershy mind as she looked Sweetie Belle over. Yet she knew that all of them had to wait till later. She needed to get Sweetie Belle ready for school. Her absence from there would be difficult even for her to explain.
  456.  
  457. >Grabbing her hind fetlocks she lifted her legs up. Then she slid her hoof down until she felt the protruding butt plug. Gently pressing and turning on it.
  458. >“Eeip!”
  459. >“Mmm~, I think it’s time we remove this from your lovely hiney. Or would you like it with you to school?” She said jokingly.
  460. >”Not th-that! Take i-it out, please m-mom!”
  461. >Snickering, “relax honey, it was just a silly joke.”
  462. >Using the base of the plug she carefully started pulling on it, easing it out.
  463. >And after a few seconds the toy began extracting from her sensitive anus.
  464. >Not really needing much force as the plug had been in there all night; loosening her up over time.
  465.  
  466. >'Mnnnhh,” whined Sweetie Belle as she felt the lengthy plug gradually leave her butthole. Breathing a sigh of relief once the thick flare finally escaped her.
  467. >“There we go,” she said lovingly, “now lets just get your diaper back on.”
  468. >She worked swiftly, using the locking tabs she reattached the front cover again. Closing and fastening her diaper in place.
  469. >“W-why are you p-putting it back on?” asked the confused filly, before noticing her stomach rumble.
  470. >“'Ughh', Flut—m-mom, 'unnff', I need to use the b-ba-bathroom! Quick!”
  471. >”Silly thing~, you’re wearing your bathroom right here,” she says whilst patting on her diaper. “Mommy will clean your messy rump afterwards.”
  472.  
  473. >Now panicking Sweetie Belle unsuccessfully tried clenching her tailhole shut. Before feeling the warm, mushy liquids exit her rear and into her diaper. Her loosened anus made the enema impossible to hold.
  474. >Unable to take the shame she started crying loudly as she pooped herself infront of Fluttershy.
  475. >Her yellowed diaper swelling and turning brown from the runny muck flowing into it.
  476.  
  477. >“It smells like somefilly needs a diaper change~,” giggled Fluttershy, ”lets get you changed and ready for school.”
  478. >Ignoring the loud bawling she took her out from the crib and placed her on her back.
  479. >And once on her back she walked out and into her nearby bathroom.
  480. >Needing to prepare a few things first, she sat her distraught filly down on the bathroom floor. Which in turn squished the contents around in her diaper, making her cry even more.
  481. >”Wow, such a loud little baby I have today! Just give mommy a minute to get everything ready for you.”
  482. >Standing back up she went to fold out a wall-mounted changing table.
  483. >And after having done so, she took out various items such as foalwipes and wash towels. Wetting the towels in the sink with gentle soaps.
  484. >Once everything was sorted she picked her up again and laid her down on the changing station.
  485.  
  486. >”Shh, its okay Sweetie, don’t cry anymore. Foals using their diapers is perfectly normal. Nopony is going to judge you. Besides, its only you and mommy here, okay?”
  487. >After *consoling* her she undid the diaper tabs again. Snapping them open before lowering the cover down. Revealing her now significantly more soiled crotch area.
  488. >Leaving the dirty diaper open she reached for a foalwipe to begin the cleanup process.
  489. >With it she scraped any larger bits off her and into the soiled garment. And then, taking hold of it—she slid it out from underneath her—and into an airtight bin.
  490.  
  491. >Feeling and seeing the diaper get thrown away made Sweetie Belle calm down enough to ask, “m-mom, 'hick', c-can I… us-use your s-shower please?”
  492. >”There won’t be any need for that little one. I just told you that I would take care of your messy bottom. So just lie back for a moment and let me take care of you.”
  493. >She was still besides herself—but more than anything—she wanted the sordid affair to end quickly. Whimpering she laid motionless, letting her clean her up.
  494.  
  495. >Fluttershy was especially *thorough* and *in-depth* whilst cleaning her.
  496. >Raising her legs up she took a wash towel in her hoof and scrubbed her rump clean of any muck. And when her bottom white again she took another towel and wiped inbetween her haunches.
  497. >After having removed the bulk of her smelly mess she discarding the dirty towels into a basket.
  498. >Reaching for the foalwipes and taking out several, she repeatedly wiped her butthole until the cloths became clean passing over it. Finding no more filth on them, she took out one more wipe. And with it, she tenderly encircled her puckered hole, over and over for a full minute. Making her filly squirm and groan on the table as she did.
  499.  
  500. >Once done with her flanks she lowered her legs down and spread them wide on the table. Grabbing her last wash towel she cleaned her around her waist. Removing mostly yellow discolorations there.
  501. >Placing the towel into the basket she turned to the sink and rinsed her hooves off. After drying herself she turned back to her filly and took out a single foalwipe.
  502. >Using her free hoof she parted her fillyhood open and placed the wipe directly on her delicate folds. Explicitly wiping her there and tracing her underage slit up and down several times. Teasingly brushing up against her small clit and causing Sweetie Bell to softly mewl from the unwanted touch.
  503.  
  504. >And after a short while longer of *cleaning* her fillysex. The mare caringly concluded, “okay Sweetie, you’re all nice and sparkling now~! Yes, yes you are~!”
  505. >Throwing the last foalwipe away and into the bin. She lifted her blushing filly off from the changing table and onto the floor.
  506. >The whole *morning routine* had taken an hour in total. From her crib to her diaper change.
  507.  
  508. >Finally satisfied that her charge had been *properly* feed and cleaned. Led her downstairs.
  509. >And once downstairs she waved her visibly flustered filly goodbye.
  510. >“Run along now Sweetie, I don’t want you late for school!”
  511. >Moments later she’d disappeared outside.
  512. >Seeing her leave and walk up the main road Fluttershy figured she’d have at least six hours before she would return to her. More than enough time to get new *supplies* and run a few regular errands.
  513.  
  514. ---
  515.  
  516. >Sweetie Belle became more and more self-conscious about herself the closer she got to ponyville school. The wind blowing on her hind was constantly reminding her of both her stretched tailhole and her spanking.
  517. >Thankfully, and just like Fluttershy had said, the cream had masked away any redness and bruising. Unfortunately though, it didn’t do anything to dampen the soreness she currently felt back there.
  518. >With her dock pulled down, she pressed onwards.
  519.  
  520. >Reaching the schoolyard and keeping up her pace she trotted further inside the small but welcoming compound.
  521. >Apple Bloom was the first one of her two best friends to greet her as she neared her own, personal locker within the short hallway.
  522. >“Hiya gal!” Said Apple Bloom happily, “what ya' been up to? Yu's were gone all yesterday like!”
  523. >”Well, I’ve kinda been stuck at—"
  524. >However before she could properly finish her answer, Scootaloo seemingly out of nowhere, jumped on her back, wrestling her down playfully.
  525. >”Sweetie Belle!” Where have you been, huh!? Huh!? Huh!? Trying to hide from us?”
  526. >Regrettably their discussions got short-lived as they saw Cheerilee standing at the classroom door.
  527. >She was about to begin class and was now motioning all students inside.
  528. >“All right colts and fillies, come along now, you three over there, settle down!”
  529. >The crusader trio nodded to each other in agreement.
  530. >Leaving discussions for later they got up and quickly ran inside. To take their designated seats.
  531.  
  532. >Sighing, atleast here in school things were back to normal Sweetie Belle thought to herself. She was grateful for her break away from Fluttershy’s *playtime*. Her morning had been bad enough.
  533. >Still, she knew she’d have one more day to deal with after this one. But after it, everything would be back to how it was before. And nopony would be the wiser.
  534. >It wasn’t until she sat down on her chair that her thoughts got immediately shifted elsewhere.
  535. >Only just being able to supress a 'yelp' as the stinging pain from yesterdays hard paddling, came back to her. Her spanked rear smarted uncomfortably on the flat, hardwood chair.
  536. >”Darn it… six hours of this….” she muttered despairingly.
  537.  
  538. >She doubted that she would learn much of anything today. Her abused bottom distracting her too much to focus. Sitting on the same spot for too long made her constantly squirm back and forth to alleviate the pain.
  539. >And as the hours slowly passed by, the whole affair became agonizing to her. Yet there was nothing she could do about it.
  540. >She just hoped that none of her classmates would notice her fidgeting. The teasing would last forever if they found out she got spanked. No less by Fluttershy.
  541.  
  542. ---
  543.  
  544. >And after a perceived eternity had passed her, the school bell finally rang out. The day’s lessons were finally over.
  545. >Not sure how she made it. As the only relief she’d gotten during the whole ordeal were the brief breaks inbetween classes. But even them didn’t help her much as most of the seats around school were either flat chairs or flat benches.
  546. >And not wanting to raise any suspicions, she made a habit of sitting down everytime with her friends as they ate and talked. Despite her warm rump telling her otherwise.
  547. >Coming up with a cover-up story for her friends proved to be the easier part. She simply told them that she had promised to help Fluttershy with her animals. Today and tomorrow for helping them nurse Opal back to health when she had been sick.
  548.  
  549. >Hugging her friends goodbye for the day. Sweetie Belle went to store her schoolbooks into her locker.
  550. >She worked deliberately slow, taking her time with everything. Uneager to head back to Fluttershy’s place any sooner than necessary.
  551. >As she finished, and being the last one out, she turned to see Cheerilee standing right next to her.
  552. >”Hello Sweetie Belle, will you come with me for a quick second. Please?”
  553. >”I guess that’s fine, I’m not in trouble am I?”
  554. >”No, not at all,” she said in a reassuring tone, “come with me to the classroom.”
  555.  
  556. >Entering back into the classroom, Cheerilee motioned the filly forward. To stand next to her larger desk.
  557. >”So… what’s this about exactly?”
  558. >”Well you see,” smiled Cheerilee at her, ”Fluttershy told me yesterday that she had acquired a new plaything for herself. And apparently—and to my surprise—that little loveslut was you!”
  559. >”Umm… sorry? W-what did you ju—”
  560. >”I wasn’t so sure at first, but then I saw all that endearing—back and forth rocking—you were doing in your seat all day.”
  561. >Taken aback Sweetie Belle wasn’t sure if she’d heard her correctly.
  562. >“L-look Cheerilee, I-I’m n-not sure I know w-what you mean by all of th-that so….”
  563. >Laughing Cheerilee stepped closer to her. “I mean that I was watching you twitch in your seat all day. I’m guessing Fluttershy had something to do with that? She always did have a thing for spanking her pets.”
  564. >”…”
  565. >”You see Fluttershy owes me a lot of favours. As most of her younger toys…,” she says whilst trailing a hoof down her back. Stopping and lingering on her sore butt, ”… eventually ends up getting noticed by me here in school. And because of that, all of her toys she has here, also gets *shared* by me in return. That’s our deal anyway.”
  566. >”But w-why would y-you—"
  567. >”And I hope you don’t mind if I take out my payment now? I haven’t had filly or colt eat me out in a little while.”
  568.  
  569. >Saddened and disheartened Sweetie Belle looked down to the floor.
  570. >“Don’t overthink it,” she said to her dryly. “Fluttershy and I went to the same *clubs* back in the day. That’s all there is to it.”
  571. >As the magenta mare finished her sentence, she turned and ventured over towards the classroom door. Locking it.
  572. >“Please d-don’t….” she whispered as she watched her teacher methodically secure all doors and window blinds in the classroom.
  573.  
  574. >Satisfied that all preparations were in place. Cheerilee proceeded by sitting down on top of her own desk. Spreading her haunches apart and fully revealing her glistening marehood to the filly.
  575. >“C’mon now little hussy, get to it. Lick my flower clean. I haven’t showered since yesterday so it needs some *attention*.”
  576. >Stunned Sweetie Belle simply stood in place, not sure what to say or do.
  577. >The magenta mare sighed, undeterred she slid down and pushed her forward to her desk.
  578. >Getting back up on it, and spreading herself again, she said, “look, its simple. You see this little nub here? This is called the 'clitoris', and if you suck on it, it will feel really good for me. Same thing goes for my 'vagina', this hole right here. So all you need to do is lick and suck on these two parts until I’m satisfied. Understood?”
  579. >Cheerilee was unsure just how much Sweetie Belle actually knew about these specific body parts. Forgetting sometimes just how young and inexperienced they could be in these matters. Thus she made a point of explaining to them clearly—the correct terms and names—of what they were going to be licking and sucking on.
  580.  
  581. >Staring infront of her. Sweetie Belle looked at the winking marehood before her. Noticing the sweaty, mature aroma coming off it. Only having ever seen her own this closely.
  582. >Cheerilee not having all day simply reached forward and forcefully pressed her muzzle next to her wet sex.
  583. >“Get your tongue out now slut! I’m done waiting, or do you want me to bring some friends over to watch aswell?!”
  584. >Her brashness startled her. She tried pulling away yet found herself firmly trapped inbetween Cheerilee’s hind legs.
  585. >The sharp, pungent smell there overwhelmed her. Making her sob in response.
  586. >Sighing, ”hey, If you don’t want to stay crammed between my legs all day. I suggest you get to work!”
  587.  
  588. >Guiding her mouth up with a hoof, Cheerilee pressed her clit to her soft lips. Sweetie Belle knew what it was as it winked against her.
  589. >Tears running down her cheeks, and left with little choice, she reluctantly let her tongue out to meet it.
  590. >”Mmnmm~! Yeah, that’s the way! Eat it, you all love it in the end!”
  591. >Apprehensively she licked at it, shuddering at the strong taste and smell.
  592. >“Make sure you, 'mnhn', also clean u-underneath my clit hood!” She said whilst lifting her clit hood up. Exposing it and allowing for better access. “It can get really nasty in there after a while.”
  593. >Not sure if she was doing well, she flicked her tongue up and down the bare clit, making her gag in the process.
  594. >”Good, get, 'unff', used to my flavour. This won’t be, 'huff', our only time together.
  595. >In Cheerilee’s mind, few things were as good as having little runts like her; slavering and drooling all over marehood. The taboo act never got old.
  596.  
  597. >“Tongue! Get… 'haah', get your tongue inside me!”
  598. >Suddenly she felt her head being nudged downwards slightly.
  599. >”H-hey listen to me for a second,” Cheerilee said as she now held her mouth over her moist opening. ”You’ve probably made out with a colt before right? Now do the same thing with my hole there.”
  600. >Gulping, Sweetie Belle stuck out her tongue and placing it directly on Cheerilee cleft. Feeling around until she felt the saturated entrance through the various folds.
  601. >”Mmm, that’s it, now inside~.”
  602. >Doing as instructed, she pushed inside of her wet snatch. The bad taste got even stronger than before.
  603. >”Oh yes! Yes!” shouted the earth pony when she felt her tongue in her marehood.
  604. >She always made sure they swallowed directly from her source.
  605.  
  606. >The horrible taste continued to fill Sweetie Belle’s mouth up with sour and bittersweet notes as she lapped inside of her.
  607. >And after a few more minutes of licking and slurping her there, she was ushered up to her clit again. Her entire muzzle now sticky with Cheerilee’s smelly love juice.
  608. >Taking her clit in her mouth she started sucking earnestly on it. And noticing how loud she moaned from it. She knew she was having a strong effect on her. Just a little more of this she thought, and it would be over.
  609.  
  610. >”Oh gosh, you’re s-such—'mnahh!'—such a natural at this. I knew you were a little dyke!”
  611. >Now determined, Sweetie Belle nursed intently on her teacher’s clit. Causing her love-strained voice to fill the entire classroom as she did.
  612.  
  613. >Recklessly panting and moaning the magenta mare suddenly tensed up around her neck.
  614. >”Open y-your mouth up!” She cried out as she suddenly guided her downwards again.
  615. >Cheerilee held her mouth stiffly over her pee hole with both hooves, before shrieking loudly in ecstasy.
  616. >”Mnaahhhh~!”
  617. >Clamping down with her hind legs she squirted forcibly into her mouth.
  618. >Sweetie Belle with her tongue still out, and not reacting in time, caught a large spray down her throat when her teacher finally climaxed.
  619.  
  620. >Coughing and sputtering Sweetie Belle was unceremoniously released from Cheerilee’s hips.
  621. >”Mmm~, that was f-fantastic—'hah, haah'—just what I n-needed! I look forward to our next class together.” She said whilst getting off the desk. “Make sure, 'hah', y-you say hi to Fluttershy for me.”
  622. >Mortified the drenched unicorn got up on all fours and dashed to the door and out.
  623.  
  624. >Stepping outside and into the yard, Sweetie Belle dry heaved. Attempting to throw up in some nearby bushes, but couldn’t.
  625. >Her entire face was covered in sticky, heavy-scented mare fluids that taunted her with every breath she took. She needed a bath, a really long one. And going home to Rarity smelling like this wouldn’t work. That much was certain.
  626. >It was also getting late in the day and regardless of her current predicament. She knew she still needed to visit Fluttershy’s place soon.
  627. >Sighing frustratedly, she began trotting back to her *mother*.
  628. >As she started on her trek there only one thing entered her mind. She repeated to herself, “only one more day,” over and over again like a mantra. Giving herself strength.
  629.  
  630. >Her journey slowed down once she saw the pegasus cottage up the road. Nearing the house she instantly went inside of it. Not bothering to knock on the door once she had arrived at it; the urge to wash herself off couldn’t wait.
  631. >“Hello, I’m back!” she shouted. Closing the door behind her.
  632. >No answer came back. Fluttershy must be out she figured.
  633. >Despite having been somewhat late this meant she could shower and clean herself off like normal. Feeling lucky she dashed upstairs and into the bathroom.
  634.  
  635. >Arriving at her house Fluttershy briefly gazed down on her shopping bags. She was pleased to see that she’d managed to get everything she’d wanted. Even with all of her other obligations slowing her down.
  636. >Walking inside she spotted Sweetie Belle sleeping peacefully on her couch.
  637. >Settling her bags carefully down on the floor, she quietly moved towards her sleeping filly.
  638. >Bringing a hoof to her sleeping shoulder, she lightly rustled the unicorn awake.
  639. >“Hi there Sweetie~. Did you have a good rest?”
  640.  
  641. >Stirring, the filly looked up, seeing Fluttershy smiling down at her.
  642. >“Hey… mom. Sorry for barging in.”
  643. >“That’s absolutely fine, you’re always more than welcome here.” Petting her mane she continued, “I’m just glad you didn’t fall off and hurt your pretty head. The couch isn’t safe like your crib is.”
  644. >”Y-yeah, of course. Sorry about that.”
  645. >”That’s okay. Did you learn anything new and interesting at school? Any homework to do?”
  646. >In response she suddenly burst out, “No! Because I couldn’t focus on the darned lessons! My butt was hurting too much! And no, no homework.”
  647. >”And if you get any more snippy with me missy, it’ll get a lot worse back there too!”
  648. >“Ah… I-I’m… s-sorry for yelling,” she stammered out, already regretting her short outburst.
  649. >”Let’s hope you remember not to,” she said, pausing for a moment, “but tell me, how was Cheerilee? I do hope she wasn’t too rough on you, was she?”
  650. >Her eyes grew wide at the question. “So y-you really knew? You knew that… she w-would….”
  651. >“Yes, I knew Sweetie. I had to tell her you were mine, for the time being at least.”
  652. >She recalled Cheerilee mentioning something about a deal between the two.
  653. >”However she’s not really as nice as me, now is she? So go ahead, tell mommy what she made you do?”
  654. >Sweetie Bell knew better than to lie to her at this point. She would probably just ask Cheerilee about it later anyways.
  655. >Blushing and looking away she said, “s-she made me k-kiss her… marebits….”
  656. >“Oh, Is that so?" she returned softly, "that must’ve been very hard on you Sweetie. I know Cheerilee can be a bit… blunt sometimes. I’m very sorry for that.”
  657.  
  658. >After hearing the news Fluttershy felt somewhat jealous of Cheerilee. Thus she brought Sweetie Bell up, into a sitting position on the couch.
  659. >And in turn, trailed her hoof down her white chest. Stopping only when she reached her teats.
  660. >Once on them she tenderly began encircling both protruding mounds. Massaging the small, pink nipples and making them stiffen under her hoof.
  661. >”Shh, it’s okay now, she’s not here anymore. You’re safe.”
  662. >”M-ommy are, 'nnh', a-are we going to do more—'mnh'—more embarrassing t-things t-today aswell?”
  663. >”Yes, that’s right Sweetie. I brought some goodies along too, for us to *play* with. It’ll help you forget all about that nasty mare and make you think only about mommy.”
  664. >Retracting her hoof and leaving her underage teats alone. She stood up to look back at the bags still lying on the floor.
  665.  
  666. >“I won’t lie to you dear. Today’s *playtime* might become a little… *trying* for you. But I think that’s precisely what you need right now. I wouldn’t do these things if I thought otherwise.”
  667. >“I-I see….” she replied alarmed. Already spinning the worst possible scenarios in her head.
  668. >”But before that, we need to get some num nums in you. I brought along two hayburgers with me.”
  669. >”Really?”
  670. >”Yes, but first things first. Stand up here and turn around for mommy. We need to take care of that poor attitude of yours.”
  671. >”O-okay?” Nervously she did as she was told.
  672. >”Good, now lift your tail up. No fussing now!”
  673. >”That’s it~.”
  674. >*Slap! Slap!*
  675. >”Ow, oww!”
  676.  
  677. >She slapped her painfully on both butt cheeks. “That’s for yelling earlier. Now you may have your treat.”
  678. >Rubbing her stinging rear she was given a paper bag with fries and two hayburgers in it.
  679. >But before she could sit back down on the soft cushions, she was led into the kitchen.
  680. >There Fluttershy pulled out a wooden dining chair and motioned her to sit down on it.
  681. >”After you’ve finished eating those I want you to go upstairs and wait for me.”
  682. >Returning to the doorway, to her scattered bags, Fluttershy let her eat in peace.
  683. >And as expected, the uncomfortable chair did little to soothe her smarting bottom.
  684. >Rushing through her meal she got of the hurtful chair with a sigh. Turning around she slowly dragged her hooves upstairs.
  685. >And as she walked up the shallow steps, she anxiously continued to contemplated what her next *playtime* would entail.
  686.  
  687. >Not long after, Fluttershy’s hoofsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. Approaching the bedroom where she was now waiting.
  688. >Entering the bedroom she saw her carrying a large basket with her.
  689. >And as the mare placed the basket down, she couldn’t help but notice all the various fruits inside of it.
  690. >”Fruit?”
  691. >”Yes little one~. Today we are going to play with fruits. I won’t be using all of them though.”
  692. >”Umm, how exactly…?” Worriedly watching her empty out some of the items on the floor.
  693. >”Well,” she excitedly said as she started peeling two semi-ripe bananas, ”lets just say these won’t be going in your mouth.”
  694. >”O-oh….”
  695. >Placing the peeled bananas down to her side she said, “come now, you know the drill. Turn around and get your tail up.”
  696.  
  697. >Fluttershy wagered that she wouldn’t need much foreplay to get things going. Her tailhole should still be somewhat stretched from their previous playtime.
  698. >Still, she never came unprepared for these things. Reaching into the basket behind her. She pulled out a small bowl and a bottle of baby oil.
  699. >Poring some of the oil into the bowl. She carefully placed it down between her and Sweetie Bell.
  700. >Then, reaching inside the basket once more she withdrew a small dildo.
  701. >”Alright, I’m going to start now Sweetie. So relax your hiney and concentrate on your breathing.”
  702. >Dipping the tip of the dildo in the oil, and bringing it up, she pressed it against her butthole.
  703. >Finding little resistance there, just like she had expected, she slid the toy easily inside of her.
  704. >”'Guh, ah-hha, uff'….”
  705. >Small, continuous grunts could be heard from her filly as she warmed her up for the foodplay.
  706.  
  707. >“Mmm~, that should be enough.”
  708. >She placed the dildo aside and dipped one of the peeled bananas in the bowl. Coating it completely in oil.
  709. >Then, bringing it up, to meet against her loosened tailhole.
  710. >Carefully she squeezed the soft tip in, not wanting it to break up. And once it was accepted—she steadily pushed the rest of its length inside—not stopping until her hoof touched her anus.
  711. >And as it did, she lustfully watched as the banana disappeared inside of her ass. Making her own marehood twitch in response.
  712. >”That’s one~.”
  713. >”Ugh… h-how many a-are left mom?”
  714. >”You’ll take however many mommy thinks you need.”
  715. >Grabbing the dildo again she crammed the banana now inside, further up. Making more room for the next one.
  716. >”Ah! 'Ughff'….”
  717. >Content she reached for the second, peeled banana. And like before she coated it liberally in the oil.
  718. >Lining it up with her star she pushed it inside. Following through and letting her hole swallow it up without breaking.
  719.  
  720. >”Mnnugh!” Sweetie Bell whined as the second banana vanished inside of her tailhole.
  721. >Similarly, Fluttershy she traced after the banana with her dildo again. Pushing the toy fully into her butt and displacing the two bananas deeper into her rectum.
  722. >”And that’s two~.”
  723. >Sweetie Belle squealed indignantly as she felt the dildo push into her rear for a second time. Stirring her insides up as it did.
  724. >”Ahh!—'haah, hah'—I-I’m fu-full!”
  725. >”Hmm… almost. Sure feels like there is some room left.” She said as she pulled the dildo out. “Just focus on your breathing.”
  726. >Working behind her back she peeled an especially large, green banana open. It was both long and thick, and slightly firmer than the previous ones.
  727. >”Only a *small one* now, then no more bananas.”
  728.  
  729. >Sweetie Bell squirmed in place. A strong urge to expel washed over her as she felt the third banana slowly enter her.
  730. >“Such a brave girl you are~!” Fluttershy said, having only squeezed half of the bigger banana in.
  731. >”'Oooff, ufffff', its—'ffaahhh!'—t-too much!”
  732. >”Shh, just relax. Its almost in…. There! All done!”
  733. >Waiting a few second to let her plaything adjust to the new fullness; before following up with the dildo. Ramming and mushing the last banana in as far as it would go with the rest.
  734. >”Ghuughhh!”
  735.  
  736. >”Okay, that’s the bananas done.”
  737. >Sweetie Bell was currently not listening to her. She had sunken down to the floor and was now lying flat on her barrel. Panting as her stomach gurgled noisily.
  738. >Chuckling, “sorry, they must be hard to hold in. Here, I have something to help with just that.”
  739. >Taking out an apple from the basket she drenched it in the bowl. And once the apple was slick with oil, she pressed it deftly on her anus.
  740.  
  741. >Sweetie Bell flinched as she felt yet another intruder force its way into her already full behind. Albeit this time it was much thicker.
  742. >To her it felt even larger than the butt plug from before.
  743. >Instinctively she clenched down hard, trying to block it out. But her loosened rear gradually accepted the slick item, regardless of her efforts.
  744. >And with a final push, it plopped snuggly into her ass. Making her scream loudly in turn.
  745. >”Ahaahh!”
  746.  
  747. >Fluttershy had to use a fair bit of force to drive the apple inside. She knew it was going to be a tight fit. But it had to be. To ensure that the bananas would not spill out on their own.
  748. >The makeshift stopping plug would also greatly lessen the strain she would feel. She would still feel incredibly full. But she wouldn’t be needing to clench down as much to keep the fruits inside. Initially anyways.
  749.  
  750. >Leaving Sweetie Bell to recuperate for a moment, Fluttershy cleaned the room up. Stowing everything away and wiping the floor off any spilt oil and banana mush.
  751. >As she finished tending to the room she grabbed a cloth and gave her filly’s rump a quick wipe aswell.
  752.  
  753. >Shortly thereafter Sweetie Bell shakily stood up. The fullness inside making her stand much wider than normal.
  754. >”I-I need to u-use y-your—'uffhh'—ba-bathroom mom!”
  755. >Turning around to her, she responded with, ”not right now sweetheart, you can use the potty later when we get home.”
  756. >”I don’t u-understand…, 'ugh', get h-home? Wh-what do you m-mean?”
  757. >”I was thinking we could visit Applejack’s farm together. She has a few bags of animal feed that I really need to pick up today.”
  758. >“Y-yeah, okay s-sure, 'huff', I just need… to u-use the bathroom first a-and then—"
  759. >Fluttershy abruptly cut her off, “no, I’m sorry Sweetie, you’re going to have to wait till later for *that*. We need to leave right now for them. So you’re tagging along just like you are.”
  760. >”W-what? No b-bucking way!”
  761.  
  762. >Fluttershy wasn’t having any of her filly’s backtalk. Grabbing her she spun her around and slapped her four times decisively on her sore haunches.
  763. >*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
  764. >”Ow, ow eoww!”
  765. >”Do you want me to get the paddle as well Sweetie?”
  766. >Sniffling, “d-don’t! I-I’ll be, 'ouff', good! I’m s-sorry mommy!”
  767. >Being reminded was all it took. Anxiously she agreed to follow outside.
  768. >“Good girl~, I’m going to get my purse first, then we can depart.”
  769.  
  770. >Once outside they hit up the main road, making their way eastbound to Sweet Apple Acres.
  771. >And as they walked to the farm Fluttershy couldn’t help but feel very pleased by the ongoing events.
  772. >Everything had been going rather smoothly she thought to herself. No real hitches or snares thus far. And even if something did go terrible wrong. Having friends in high places tended fix most problems.
  773. >Asking Twilight Sparkle for a favour or two could virtually resolve anything. The payment for such a favour was also easy enough to get. Sending the princess a young colt was usually all it took. The younger the better.
  774.  
  775. >“Uhm... mom? H-hello?”
  776. >”Ah, yes sorry?” Getting back to the present, “what did you say cutie?”
  777. >”I said i-is, 'uffh', it o-okay if I c-call you *'Fluttershy'* instead of *'mom'* when w-we are out and about?”
  778. >Understanding the potential problem, she nodded calmly to her.
  779. >“Of course you may. By the way, how is your tummy holding up?”
  780. >“F-feels like—'fnnhah'—I ha-haven’t u-used the t-toilet in days!” Returned Sweetie Bell pantingly. Her gait clearly stressed as she walked with wide strides.
  781. >“Yes, It should be fairly *snuggly* in there. Thanks to the apple.”
  782. >”…”
  783. >“When things are near or deep inside the colon. The urge to release tends to become very noticeable. Though, I’m sure, you are already very aware~.”
  784.  
  785. >Even before leaving the house. Sweetie Belle had fought down several harsh cramps. The need to expel was severe. The soreness on her rear completely forgotten and replaced by a new sensation of extreme congestion. And walking only worsened matters.
  786. >Each step pushed and shuffled the fruits inside of her ass. Making them impossible to ignore.
  787. >And now that they were outside the threat of an *accident* happening also scared her immensely. The humiliation of it would simply be too much to take.
  788.  
  789. >“Fluttershy, I-I’m not… s-sure I—'uhhfff'—I can k-keep this up… for m-much longer….”
  790. >Each minute of walking caused straining contractions to stack and intensify within her. And it had gotten unbearable for her to hold everything in. Now feeling the apple on her hole, edging out as she walked.
  791.  
  792. >“Hmm, is that so? Let’s freshen you up a little then~.”
  793. >Looking around herself Fluttershy saw that houses were becoming much sparser around them. Which meant that they were nearing the apple orchard. Less than ten minutes left to go.
  794. >Grabbing Sweetie Belle by the shoulder she led her behind a couple of tall trees.
  795. >“You must’ve gotten used to the apple already,” she cooed, “so we need to replace it with something bigger. Get your tail up.”
  796.  
  797. >Reaching into her purse Fluttershy withdrew a large, round butt plug that matched Sweetie Bell’s coat colour. And a small bottle of lube.
  798. >The plug was shorter, albeit much thicker than her previous one. The round head was slightly bigger than the apple currently inside of her.
  799. >After smearing it with lube she met it up with Sweetie Bell’s anus.
  800. >“Don’t move love, it’s just another tushie plug~. I’ll put it in slowly.” She said as she began working the plug inwards.
  801. >Sweetie Bell grimaced and whimpered. She could sense the size of it was on another level when it touched her backdoor.
  802. >”'Ohuff, hha-fha, hah'….”
  803.  
  804. >Getting the girthy plug into her ass took a minute. Needing to push hard on it whilst twisting the head around. Yet, little by little, she opened her up for it.
  805. >And eventually, she managed to work the plug in with a squelch.
  806. >”Phaahhhh!”
  807. >Panting and growling in discomfort, she stood widely, jutting her haunches outwardly.
  808.  
  809. >The added fullness suddenly became excruciating for her to take. As the large plug had pushed the fruits even further up inside.
  810. >The accompanying cramps involuntarily made her hike her tail up and push out.
  811. >However, Fluttershy lingered her hoof on the discrete base. Thus all she managed to do, was grunt in place for two minutes. Desperately trying to eject everything out.
  812. >Fluttershy rubbed her haunches together as she both saw and felt Sweetie Belle continually clench and push on the plug. Clearly she was struggling to cope with the now substantial mass in her bottom.
  813. >Before long she ended up tiring herself out. Causing the massive cramps to settle down somewhat.
  814. >”Good, that should do it. Now we can continue. And as much as I enjoy the show Sweetie, please keep your dock down for now.”
  815.  
  816. >As the pair continued onwards they eventually saw Applejack’s farm come into their view.
  817. >And shortly thereafter, a dense thicket of apple trees filled their immediate surroundings.
  818. >The long walk had been gruelling for the little filly. Sweating and walking bowlegged, she was in obvious discomfort.
  819. >Shakily, she let out a sigh of relief seeing the place. The thirty-minute walk had felt like three hours to her.
  820.  
  821. >Entering the area they both walked past the white, picket gate and up to the nearest barn.
  822. >Once there Fluttershy pulled Sweetie Bell close and said, “wait right here, I’ll go find somepony.”
  823. >Panting she nodded to her in response.
  824. >Her stomach was screaming at her to expel. Not even standing still did anything to help with the extreme pressure she currently felt.
  825. >The large butt plug was also biting relentlessly at her ring. Making her stand and walk uncomfortably.
  826. >She had tried multiple times during her journey to push it out. But never quite succeeded in getting passed the thickest part of it. Only making her grunt as it slid back and forth in her, everytime she did try.
  827.  
  828. >Left alone for the moment she was suddenly hit with a powerful wave of unpleasant cramps.
  829. >Unsure what to do she started to panic. Having been to Applejack’s place several times before. She quickly located the nearest outhouse.
  830. >Walking strainedly to it she was sure she could, more easily, reach back and get the plug out once she was seated.
  831. >As she neared it she noticed both Applejack and Fluttershy appear out from the barn.
  832. >Flagging her down, they both walked up to her, pulling a small cart along with them.
  833. >“Evenin' Belle! How’s the day been treating ya'?” asked Applejack friendly, “I heard you’ve been helping Fluttershy ere' with her animal chores today. That’s mighty kind of you to do.
  834. >Despite the incredible harsh cramps. Sweetie Bell smiled and composed herself just enough to say, “I’m doing fine AJ. Just helping o-out as you said.”
  835. >“That’s great, well here you go sugarcube. Lemme' just fasten this here harness on you.”
  836.  
  837. >Keeping her tail down she let the earth pony dress her.
  838. >Expertly Applejack strapped the cart harness on her back. The cart itself holding four large bags of animal feed.
  839. >“There ya go sunshine! Better hurry on back now. The sun is getting awfully low!”
  840. >Fluttershy thanked Applejack and urged Sweetie Bell back onto the road with her.
  841. >”Thank you Applejack. I’ll be back next week for more. If that’s alright with you?“
  842. >”Absolutely Fluttershy! Take care now, both of yus'!”
  843.  
  844. >Exiting back through the picket gate, Sweetie Bell leaned in and said, “m-mom I can’t, 'urghh', st-stand it a-anymore! I, 'ouhhf', r-really, really, r-really—'hah-ah'—need to g-go badly!”
  845. >”I know you do baby,” she said in a understanding tone, ”but don’t think mommy didn’t see you back there. You tried using their outhouse, didn’t you? I told you to 'wait' where you were.”
  846. >”But it h-hurt, my belly w-was—"
  847. >”Little foals that disobey don’t get what they want Sweetie.”
  848. >”…”
  849. >”Besides even if you wanted to go potty, you probably couldn’t.” As she finished her sentence she reached down and patted her playfully on the lodged butt plug—before pulling her tail up and giving her two hurtful swats for being disobedient.
  850. >*Slap! Slap!*
  851.  
  852. >The sun was setting and Luna was beginning her nightshift as both ponies returned back to the cottage.
  853. >A quarter of the way from the farm, and Fluttershy had to take over the cart pulling. As by then, her filly had collapsed down on the ground. She was breathing heavily and twitching. Unable to carry on anymore.
  854. >So she unfastened her and placed her on top of the cart to rest. Knowing that no amount of *encouraging* spanks would get her to walk any further.
  855.  
  856. >Once they finally reached home. Fluttershy parked the cart near her chicken coops. Unhooking herself from it, she took Sweetie Bell off it. Placing her on her back and went inside.
  857. >And as she got through the front door, she gently put her down on the living room couch.
  858. >Leaving her there for the moment she went upstairs to get a portable potty for babyfoals, a tube of lube and some glycerin suppositories.
  859. >Bringing the supplies back downstairs with her. She placed the potty on the floor, in the middle of the room, before returning to the couch.
  860.  
  861. >“I know you’re very tired dear, so lets get you all sorted before you go beddy bye.”
  862. >Leaning down she picked her up and brought her over to the foalish potty. Setting her down on it and holding her upright with her wings.
  863. >Scooting her rump back a little, Fluttershy took a hoof to the base of the butt plug.
  864. >Carefully she started jerking on the stuffed toy. Pulling on it and progressively easing it out from her rear.
  865. >Sweetie Bell was too exhausted to care about what was happening to her. She only murmured and groaned softly as the plug worked its way out from her.
  866.  
  867. >Over time, more of the round head became visible. And as it did, she applied a few drops of lube to it.
  868. >And after a minute or so, the large head slopped out. Causing her filly to shudder as it left her.
  869. >Placing the wet plug aside, Fluttershy slipped two suppositories inside her now gaping anus.
  870. >After having inserted them, she nudged her hind forward a touch, so her bottom was better situated over the potty.
  871.  
  872. >Not long after Sweetie Belle began writhing in place.
  873. >Fluttershy held her steady as she started grunting and pushing out with renewed strength.
  874. >”There we go, just a little bit more now, c’mon you can do it~.” She encouraged motherly whilst stroking her hindquarters.
  875.  
  876. >Pushing some more and the apple started showing on her star. The suppositories forcing her to strain and contract.
  877. >A few seconds later and the apple left her tailhole, quickly followed by pulpy banana mash and excrement.
  878. >”Good girl~!”
  879. >Fluttershy watched intently as she expelled right next to her. Caressing her flanks until she finished going.
  880.  
  881. >After both seeing and hearing her finish with her pooping. Fluttershy stood up and went into the kitchen to get some paper towels.
  882. >Returning back to her slumped filly, she began wiping her butthole.
  883. >”You’ve certainly *opened up* back here, haven’t you Sweetie.” She teased as she cleaned her off.
  884. >Content with her cleaning she threw the dirty paper towels into the full potty. And then carried her tired filly upstairs, to her crib bed.
  885. >Laying her down on it she kissed her goodnight. Pulling a blanket over her as she did.
  886.  
  887. >After raising the sidebars up, and securing her in. Fluttershy exited the room and headed towards her own bedroom. She needed to take care of a particular warmth from between her own haunches.
  888.  
  889. ---
  890.  
  891. >Night turned to day as Celestia aligned her bright star over Equestria. Washing the world in pleasant light and stirring most creatures awake in the process.
  892.  
  893. >A new day greeted Fluttershy. The warm, sunny rays through her window made her blink and squint as she got up from her bed.
  894. >Yawning she stretched her four hooves before walking out and into her bathroom. After using it she went downstairs to prepare breakfast for two.
  895. >Eating lightly herself she then went to check up on her playfoal. Bringing with a tray of cucumber sandwiches and a transparent baby bottle full of warm milk.
  896.  
  897. >Entering the guest bedroom she placed the tray down on a short stool next to the crib.
  898. >She then turned towards the crib and lowered the guardrails. Rousing her filly awake.
  899. >”Good morning sweetums~. Did you sleep well?”
  900. >”Yeah… I think so….” Sluggishly she pulled her blanket aside and sat upright.
  901. >”I’m very happy to hear that,” she says smiling back at her, “and how’s your little tum-tum? Any tummy aches today?”
  902. >”No… I-I’m fine mom,“ she responds flushing. Recalling previous events.
  903. >”That’s good. We got you started on your potty training yesterday. But that doesn’t mean mommy won’t put you back into your cute little didies if you misbehave.”
  904. >Suddenly feeling very flustered, the filly shook her head. “I w-won’t misbehave mom, I promise.”
  905. >“Oh? That’s too bad, you looked so adorable in them last time after all.” She said whilst winking slyly at her.
  906. >”…”
  907. >”Now eat up dear and get ready for school. I’m sure you need to visit Rarity aswell. Just make sure you’re back here afterwards.”
  908. >”Y-yeah, right….”
  909.  
  910. >Fluttershy stayed with her as she ate her breakfast. Making idle small talk about the new weather changes scheduled throughout the day.
  911. >And it wasn’t until Sweetie Belle reached for her drink, that conversations paused.
  912. >”Umm… am I supposed to drink from that?” she said pointing to the baby bottle. Noticing the nipple protruding out from it.
  913. >”Of course love, here let me help you. Foals your age can be so clumsyhoofed~.”
  914. >”…”
  915. >Taking the bottle she sat down next to her on the bed. Reaching behind her filly’s head she motioned her to lay down on her lap.
  916. >Positioning her *muzzle up* on her thighs she brought the nipple to her lips.
  917. >”Open up Sweetie, here comes your favourite milkies~.”
  918. >Blushing fiercely she opened her mouth. Accepting the fake teat.
  919. >”No fussing of any kind either. I’m so proud of you honey.” She said as she stroked her mane.
  920. >And for a few minutes, only foalish suckling noises could be heard in the room.
  921.  
  922. >When the bottle eventually ran dry. Fluttershy put it aside and guided her mouth sideways, to her own, rightmost teat.
  923. >”No bites now~.”
  924. >Knowing what she wanted, Sweetie Belle embarrassingly latched onto her teat. Nursing gently on it and feeling it stiffen in her mouth.
  925. >”Mmm~, such a lovely foal you are.”
  926. >Still petting her, she reached down with her other hoof to her marehood. Rubbing herself there for a while and getting her hoof slick. She then took it up to her left teat. Massaging it. Before ushering Sweetie Belle over to it.
  927.  
  928. >And after a few minutes more of her special *wet nursing*. Fluttershy gestured her to stop. Getting up she led her visibly flustered filly to her bathroom.
  929. >Helping her up on the toilet she said, “go on little one, have your morning tinkle~.”
  930. >”…”
  931. >”Sweetie?
  932. >”Y-yes mom… just… g-give me a s-second.”
  933. >Feeling incredibly humiliated she managed, just barely, to start peeing.
  934. >'Psshhh'.
  935. >And as her urine trickled into the toilet, it splashed audibly as it hit the waters below. Hearing the wet sound made her cover her ears in shame. Unable to stand listening to it right next to Fluttershy.
  936. >”Doesn’t that feel so much better?”
  937.  
  938. >Hearing the flow come to its end, Fluttershy flushed the toilet and reached for the toilet paper. Grabbing some in her hoof she took it between her white thighs and wiped her fillyhood clean.
  939. >Once her delicate folds were dry she dropped the paper into the bowl—and in turn—sensuously touched her there. Fondling her slit and causing her to reluctantly flinch and moan from the touch.
  940. >”What do we say when mommy has taken care of you?”
  941. >”Th-t-hank y-you….”
  942. >”You’re welcome dear~.”
  943. >Removing her hoof from her sex she then motioned her off the toilet.
  944.  
  945. >”We’ll continue this abit later. We really need to get you going to school.”
  946. >Taking her hoof in hers she led her downstairs to the front door.
  947. >And at the door she gestured her head up with a wing; and kissed her sloppily on the mouth.
  948. >“Be back soon~.” She cooed at her.
  949. >Blushing the filly left.
  950.  
  951. >Fluttershy begrudgingly watched as her pretty flank darted outside and away.
  952. >Closing the door she sat down in her kitchen to better plan her day out. First and foremost she was going to need to visit the local pharmacy for some specialty items. This much she knew.
  953.  
  954. >Leaving the cottage Sweetie Belle hurried to her school. Entering it she greeted her best friends and sat down for class. Just like she had done the previous day.
  955. >As she seated herself she felt relieved that her hind wasn’t bothering her *too much* this time around. She hadn’t misbehaved enough to make Fluttershy paddle her hard again. Only receiving a few warning slaps here and there.
  956. >If anything her tailhole bothered her much more today. She regretted not checking it in the mirror, to see if it was *weird* or *noticeable* somehow. Hopefully it wasn’t she thought.
  957.  
  958. >Having an un-sore rump today also came with some *clarity of mind* for her. And that clarity now made her suddenly feel very uneasy.
  959. >She realized that her teacher was going to want to do more bad things with her after class. That notion had completely slipped her mind as Fluttershy’s morning *treatment* had kept her thoughts occupied and elsewhere.
  960. >Feeling on edge she did her best to just enjoy her time with her friends as the school hours ticked by.
  961.  
  962. >”Alright gang, class is over for today! Remember to do your homework over the weekend!” Cheerilee stated loudly to everyone. Concluding the last lesson of the day.
  963. >Murmurs of dissatisfaction could be briefly heard in the classroom at the mention of more homework.
  964. >However, before Sweetie Belle could leave out the door. Cheerilee approached her.
  965. >“Excuse me Sweetie Belle. Could you stay a little while longer after class? I need your help organizing the pictures from our last school trip together into a collage. Do you mind?”
  966. >”S-sure thing Cheerilee. I’ll gladly help….”
  967.  
  968. >Taking hold of her shoulder Cheerilee held her close as she watched the rest of her students leave. And when the last one had left, she went around the classroom. Locking the doors and closing all the blinders.
  969.  
  970. >After having secured the room she walked back to the listless filly standing in the middle of it.
  971. >“Well now, how are we feeling today?” she queried with a wry smile, “eager to use that tongue of yours again?”
  972. >“…”
  973. >“This time around I want you on the floor, on your back. I’m going to straddle your pretty little muzzle for today’s *lesson*. You know where the reading blankets are. Get some out and onto the floor.”
  974. >”Cheerilee… I-I don’t like d-doing these things. I really don’t w-want to k-kiss your… mare p-parts again….”
  975. >Shaking her head the mare admonished her, “too bad, guess you should have thought about that before coming to school today. Also, I never said anything about you eating my marehood out.”
  976. >”Then… w-what do you wa—”
  977. >”My ass dummy, you’ll be eating my ass out. Now go get those blankets down on the floor already!”
  978. >”…”
  979. >Sighing, “fine just stay there for now.”
  980.  
  981. >After placing down several blankets on the floor she took hold of the trembling filly and dragged her over.
  982. >And when she stood next to them she started sniffling and sobbing.
  983. >”Look, If you just behave and do as you’re told. Then this’ll be over a lot quicker. Give me any manure and I’ll get my ruler out and tan your hide with it until you learn to cooperate. Its your choice.”
  984. >Feeling impatient Cheerilee took a hoof to her shoulder and forced her down onto the floor.
  985.  
  986. >Tears were already running down Sweetie Belle’s cheeks as she was unwillingly placed on the blankets.
  987. >Feeling the soft fabrics behind her she looked up to see Cheerilee turn around above her.
  988. >With her hind hooves now on either side of her head. Her teacher stood widespread over her.
  989. >”Like what you see~?” She said playfully, presenting and swaying her undercarriage at her.
  990. >Laughing she lowered herself down. And when her haunches met her muzzle, she scooted her backside down a little. To better pose her anus directly on her mouth.
  991. >And the instant she did, the foul stench there immediately hit Sweetie Belle’s nostrils. Making her reel from the smell.
  992. >”Oh I’m sorry. Is my scent back there unpleasant?” Cheerilee sarcastically said as she pinned her rear firmly down on her face. Covering it and closing off any possible protests.
  993. >Holding her still she waited for her to start. And not feeling any tongue there yet, she simply pressed down harder, hampering her breathing until she *willingly* cooperated.
  994.  
  995. >Sweetie Belle’s obstructed breathing concerned her, but not as much as the filthy exit hole infront of her.
  996. >The horrible smell made her shudder and choke. Urgently needing fresh air she tried twisting away. Yet the large mass pressing down on her muzzle made little movement possible.
  997. >Crying and gagging on the smell she quickly found herself in a despairing, desperate state.
  998.  
  999. >Trapped and confined between her teacher’s hind cheeks, she tried several times to pull herself free. Finding no success in doing so.
  1000. >And after a while she reluctantly gave in. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get out unless she did what she wanted. So she hesitantly edged her tongue out. Greeting and touching her tailhole with it.
  1001. >”Mmm~ finally, took you long enough!” She snarled above her, lifting up a bit to let new air in.
  1002.  
  1003. >Having used the toilet during her lunchbreak. Cheerilee had purposefully left her ass unwiped. Leaving her rear muscle dirty for her to *enjoy*. Understanding well enough how awful the smell and taste must be back there.
  1004. >And as Sweetie Belle cautiously dragged her tongue over the dark ring. She felt it was covered in sandy grime.
  1005. >Realizing what it was that she was licking, she panicked. Kicking her legs wildly in protest at the new, bitter taste entering her mouth.
  1006.  
  1007. >”Fighting back again are we?” Cheerilee jeered, “I can’t imagine why~.”
  1008. >In response to her flailing hooves she merely squeezed her haunches shut. Covering her up and forcing her to slowly settle down.
  1009. >Having secured her between her hind cheeks again, she arched her back a little and slid a hoof down to rub her winking clit. Getting herself off as the filly struggled to handle her strong musk and taste.
  1010. >”You better get y-your tongue back where it belongs! Or we’ll both be here all day.”
  1011.  
  1012. >”Dismayed Sweetie Belle eventually stopped her struggling. The air getting thinner and thicker at the same time.
  1013. >Lying still she could hear the wet squelching noises before her. Cheerilee was touching herself. Using her for her sick pleasure.
  1014. >Feeling disgusted and shamed she placed her tongue back on her butthole.
  1015. >”Mnha~! Yes, t-that’s it!”
  1016. >Wanting to puke at the vile flavour she kept licking at it. Focusing solely on it. She knew if she did, the nightmare would end much faster. Just like last time.
  1017. >”Good, now g-get your, 'mnh', tongue i-inside me!”
  1018. >Hearing her she tentatively pressed her tongue forward on her slick pucker.
  1019. >Pushing lightly in the middle of it, made her tongue slip easily inside of her. A much stronger, revolting taste landed on her taste buds as she did.
  1020. >”Ahahnn~! Oh buck yes! Y-you really—'hahh!'—love my dirty asshole d-don’t you whore!”
  1021.  
  1022. >Crying, Sweetie Belle found herself frantically lapping inside of her filthy tailend. Doing her best to *help* her get off as she masturbated above her.
  1023. >The intense affection caused her teacher to moan loudly. Clenching and grinding on her muzzle.
  1024. >”Y-you’re, 'mhaa, hah-ha', so much better th-than the last one!”
  1025.  
  1026. >A few minutes more of having her butthole and clit relentlessly teased. Eventually brought Cheerilee close to the edge.
  1027. >”A-almost—'hahh, fhhaa'—t-there! Don’t y-you, 'mnhaa', dare stop!”
  1028. >A bit longer and Cheerilee suddenly screamed out. Twitching vigorously and expulsing thick love fluids down on Sweetie Belle’s chest.
  1029. >”Mnaahhhh~!”
  1030. >Panting she slumped down on the filly, laying on top of her as she recovered.
  1031.  
  1032. >”That w-was, 'haah-ha', f-fantastic.”
  1033. >Lifting up she sat straight above her muzzle.
  1034. >”Here, just a, 'hah', small parting gift,” she said whilst relaxing her bladder and peeing.
  1035. >'Psshhhh.'
  1036. >Sweetie Belle bleakly tilted her head to the side. Feeling the warm stream splash on her face.
  1037. >“Mmm~ I bet you do this all t-the time with—'mnhh'—your t-three dyke friends, don’t you?”
  1038. >”…”
  1039. >The yellow flow taking a few seconds to end.
  1040. >”Wow, I really needed to go didn’t I?” Cheerilee mockingly said as she finished peeing on her.
  1041. >Once done she scooted down onto her waist and wiped herself dry on her white fur.
  1042. >Feeling clean enough she got up from the floor.
  1043. >”Its too bad this was our last time together. But don’t worry, you can always come to me later, after class if you’d like~.”
  1044.  
  1045. >Dizzily Sweetie Belle staggered up, coughing and clearing her eyes.
  1046. >Hearing a condescending laugh to her side she was sharply slapped on her butt.
  1047. >*Slap!*
  1048. >”Eeip!”
  1049. >”What are you waiting for? Get out. I need to mop this floor up. Or would you like to lick it clean for me?”
  1050. >Still dripping wet from the mare’s urine she ran outside crying.
  1051.  
  1052. ---
  1053.  
  1054. >Once outside Sweetie Belle quickly ran over to the nearest bushes. Distraught and grossed out, she leaned over and threw up.
  1055. >Taking a few leaves she wiped the worst of the puke and urine off her. Bitter and sour flavours lingering in her mouth.
  1056. >Needing a moment to stop her tears. She sat down to collect herself.
  1057.  
  1058. >She knew she couldn’t rest for long. Rarity would soon be making her dinner back home at the Carousel Boutique.
  1059. >But now she was covered with yellow pee and her muzzle reeked.
  1060. >Given her current situation. Forming clear thoughts in her head was hard. But she knew she was going to have to sneak in somehow. Without her sister noticing.
  1061.  
  1062. >Before long, the smell on her started bothering her too much. Groaning defeatedly she rose up and began trotting home.
  1063. >Sticking to the narrow, more inconspicuous trails she managed, after a while, to find herself back home.
  1064. >Staying in the shadows as much as possible she hid herself from sight. Hugging the walls of several houses and waiting until ponies had walked by; before dashing forward to the next one.
  1065. >Finally near her home. She approached the boutique stealthily from the back. Crouching behind a trashcan she peered through the back window.
  1066.  
  1067. >Her sister wasn’t there and the basement door stood open.
  1068. >Good, with any luck Rarity was currently down there. Hopefully sorting through fabrics or the like.
  1069. >Quietly she opened the backdoor and snuck inside. Shutting it with a click she hunched down and forward; following the wall to her right.
  1070. >Sneaking up to the basement door she stood behind it. Using it as cover and listening in.
  1071. >Hearing and confirming that her sister was indeed down there. She slowly pushed the door shut, creeping past it.
  1072. >When she was clear of it she proceeded upstairs and into her bathroom.
  1073.  
  1074. >Dashing into her shower she began to relax. Turning the valves she was doused in hot, steamy water. Rinsing her stained fur off.
  1075. >Reaching to one of the corner shelves she got out a soap bar and bit into it hard.
  1076. >Tearing a piece off she swirled the sickening, artificial aroma around in her mouth. She couldn’t be happier savouring it.
  1077.  
  1078. >Turning the valves again she stepped out from the shower.
  1079. >Reaching for a towel she dried herself off. And whilst doing so, she realized that Rarity hadn’t seen her at all since yesterday. So she formed a quick story in her head.
  1080. >Content with it she grabbed her toothbrush. Brushing and rinsing her mouth thoroughly. Then she hung her towel up and ventured out and downstairs to her sister.
  1081.  
  1082. >Seating herself in the kitchen, and acting like nothing was out of ordinary. Sweetie Belle’s greeted Rarity with a smile as she eventually surfaced out from the basement.
  1083. >“Hey sis! Missed me? How are the new dresses coming along?”
  1084. >Looking up with tired eyes Rarity frustratedly said, “thankfully I’m almost done with the blasted things! They’ve been taking up way-y-y too much of my time. Because of them I’m dreadfully behind my usual schedule!”
  1085. >”Sorry to hear that Rares. But hey, at least they’re selling, right?”
  1086. >”Oh, you little rascal!” She said lovingly as she went around the table and hugged her.
  1087. >“Sorry for being so busy lately. Tell me, how’s school? Is everything okay? I believe I owe Fluttershy my thanks for taking care of you so much these last few days.”
  1088. >”Y-yeah, everything’s been going great with our… class project. She’s been helping me out. So I’ve been staying with her. I should be done by today though.”
  1089. >”Splendid dear! Please tell me all about it as I make us something to eat.”
  1090.  
  1091. >After finishing her dinner and lying to her sister, Sweetie Belle hugged her goodbye and headed outside again. This time using the front door.
  1092. >Exiting she braced herself as she started walking back to Fluttershy’s cottage. She could never quite anticipate what Fluttershy would do to her. Which made her very uneasy.
  1093. >She took comfort in knowing it would be the last time after this. That did cheer her up significantly. Despite what Cheerilee had just done to her earlier.
  1094.  
  1095. >Reaching her destination. The little unicorn hesitantly knocked on the pegasus door. Just like she’d done the very first time coming over.
  1096. >Hoofsteps echoed inside and shortly thereafter, Fluttershy opened the door.
  1097. >”Welcome back Sweetie!” She greeted her warmly. Booping her nose cutely and waving her inside.
  1098.  
  1099. >Closing the door behind her with a wing, she turned to her filly.
  1100. >“Gosh, how I’ve missed my precious sunshine,” she said whilst nudging her head up to meet her eyes.
  1101. >Leaning down she kissed her fondly on the mouth. Playfully putting her tongue inside hers.
  1102. >Petting her she made out with her in the doorway.
  1103.  
  1104. >”Mmm~.” She pulled apart. Letting Sweetie Belle breath.
  1105. >“Sorry honey, mommy is a little eager is all.”
  1106. >”…”
  1107. >”I could barely wait for our special playtime together today. Now come along little one. Head upstairs and I’ll be right with you.”
  1108.  
  1109. >Moving upstairs with heavy steps. Sweetie Belle entered her least favourite bedroom in the world.
  1110. >The sides of the crib bed were still open so she sat down on it. Waiting wearily for the inevitable shaming she was bound to soon experience.
  1111. >Repeating her previous mantra, *“only today left,”* to herself over and over.
  1112.  
  1113. >Not before long she heard her hoofsteps on the stairs. Knowing that Fluttershy would emerge through the doorway at any given point.
  1114. >Exhaling she looked down at her small, trembling hooves. Unable to steady them.
  1115.  
  1116. >And as Fluttershy walked into the guest bedroom. She noticed that her filly was quivering on the bed.
  1117. >”You don’t need to be scared Sweetie,” she said walking up to her, “I’m just going to *help* you forget about any bad things you’ve learned from Cheerilee today.”
  1118. >Leaning down she hugged her protectively, to calm her beating heart.
  1119. >”And don’t worry, after today’s playtime, you don’t need to be with mommy anymore unless you want to. Okay?”
  1120. >Nodding she breathed a heavy sigh.
  1121. >“That’s my brave girl~.”
  1122. >Extending a wing out she plopped down four short ropes next to her.
  1123. >”…”
  1124. >”I will be tying you down a little for today’s session. So even if you were to fuss about; I won’t get upset at you. I promise.”
  1125. >”…”
  1126. >”Now just give me a moment.”
  1127.  
  1128. >Standing up Fluttershy walked to both ends of the crib bed, where the guardrails were still up. And one by one she lowered them down. Leaving the topmost bars peaking up slightly.
  1129. >Once she was done adjusting them. She took out two ropes and fastened both onto each, forward-facing corner. Using the protruding, top bars, as anchor points.
  1130.  
  1131. >And after having secured the ropes. She took hold of Sweetie Belle’s shoulders and laid her down on the bed. Taking each of her front hooves, she expertly tied them to the corners.
  1132. >Content she could no longer escape from her. She grabbed the second pair of ropes and encircled her hind fetlocks with them.
  1133. >Then she pulled her legs up and over. Tying them on the same posts her front hooves were on. Consequently upturning her haunches and exposing her nethers completely.
  1134.  
  1135. >Feeling suddenly very vulnerable. Sweetie Belle worriedly said. ”Umm m-mom? This p-position is kinda… e-embarrassing….”
  1136. >Instead of acknowledging her. Fluttershy simply reached below the crib and pulled out a muzzle gag.
  1137. >Now extremely frightened. She attempted to complain but was cut off mid-sentence by the gag entering her mouth.
  1138. >”Hey?! What ar—"
  1139. >Stretching the gag over her protesting muzzle, Fluttershy clipped the lock behind her head.
  1140. >Now only muffled cries could be heard from her as she helplessly tugged at her bindings.
  1141. >”Mumffnnn, uufff?!”
  1142.  
  1143. >”There we go. Like this you can’t hurt yourself. Even if mommy gets a little rough with you.”
  1144. >Now that her filly had been properly subdued. She took a carefree hoof and placed it on her exposed fillyhood. Illicitly tracing her soft slit up and down. The indecent touch making Sweetie Belle whine and jolt as she did.
  1145. >”I want you to know that I think you look really beautiful like this,” she says whilst leisurely teasing her pink folds open. Enjoying her unobstructed cunny for herself.
  1146. >”Mmnnn, fhaa, mhnn…!”
  1147.  
  1148. >”Yesterday, after playing with your little tushie all day long. And seeing how wonderfully stretched you had become. Well, lets just say I felt it was time to try something… a tad bigger back here.”
  1149. >”Mufffumn!?”
  1150. >”Yes I know you probably don’t agree,” withdrawing her hoof from her fillysex, “but mommy knows best~.”
  1151.  
  1152. >Getting off the bed she stood up and walked over to the only cupboard in the room. Searching through it, she pulled out a medium sized, faux stallion cock. Medium sized for her, but large for the filly.
  1153. >Seeing her with it caused Sweetie Belle to fervently tug and scream at her bindings.
  1154. >”Mffumnff, ffmuf, fffuuhmnnn!”
  1155. >“You see now sweetheart? This is why I needed to tie you down.”
  1156. >Grabbing a bottle of lube aswell, before walking back to the crib with both items.
  1157.  
  1158. >Placing the replica shaft down on the bed. Fluttershy took the bottle of lube and smeared some on her hoof.
  1159. >And reaching forward with her slickened hoof. She began fondling Sweetie Belle’s upturned butthole. Taking her time with it and enjoying the muffled cries from her as she warmed her up.
  1160. >Ever so often going down between her legs and kissing her gently on her fillyhood. Smelling her premature scent and playfully dragging her small clit out, from its hidden cover, with her tongue. All the while continuously groping and lubing her anus.
  1161.  
  1162. >During the perverse foreplay. Sweetie Belle kept futilely tugging at her ropes. Unsuccessfully trying to shield herself from the lustful touches.
  1163. >”Mmm~, that should be enough.” Fluttershy concluded after a while.
  1164. >”You’ve probably learned from school that a colts penis is only supposed to enter here when mating.” She says parting her vulva and giving her small opening a wet kiss. “But I’m sure Rarity would be somewhat annoyed if I did. So we’re going to use the next best place.”
  1165. >Bringing the stallion dildo up she coats it thoroughly with lube.
  1166. >”Now then, lets see how much of this we can get inside of your cute butt~.”
  1167. >Lining the toy up with her tailhole she began squeezing it in.
  1168. >”If it gets too intense for you Sweetie, and if you feel like crying, then just go ahead. Mommy loves you and understands.”
  1169.  
  1170. >The instant she felt the dildo on her rear hole. She immediately began sobbing and crying.
  1171. >Squealing loudly through the gag she relentlessly tried getting away from it. Yet only managing to twitch and twist lightly in place.
  1172. >And even though she clenched as hard as she could. She could still feel it, bit by bit, enter her unwilling tailhole.
  1173.  
  1174. >Enjoying herself immensely, Fluttershy slowly worked the large head in. However, she first wanted Sweetie Belle to stop clenching. So she kept teasing her backdoor with it. Almost pushing it inside, before withdrawing and starting over. She kept doing this several times until she could barely clench anymore. Tiring her out.
  1175. >And once she was relaxed she pushed the thick head forward, passed her puckered ring. Seating it inside of her and holding it there for a few seconds.
  1176. >”Unhhhuf-gurrpffhhhnn!”
  1177.  
  1178. >After letting her adjust for a few seconds, she edged the dildo further inwards.
  1179. >”I know its alot for someone your age to take. That’s why we had to prepare you so much these last couple of days.”
  1180. >Gradually and carefully she ushered the remainder of the toy inside of her. Only halting once the base of it touched her anus. Properly claiming her anal virginity.
  1181. >”Ggghhhug-urrphmn, euhguu, mhurrhgg!”
  1182.  
  1183. >”Many little foals have had their bum-bum’s hugged by this one. So I knew, with a little practice, you could too.”
  1184. >Holding the dildo fully inside of her, she could feel her strenuously push on it. Trying to get it back out.
  1185. >And after two minutes, Fluttershy rudely pulled the lengthy dildo almost completely out from her. Only stopping at the flared head, before pushing it all the way in again.
  1186. >“Urrrmhhhmhff, fhuu, ghuffhu-unhhh!”
  1187. >Squelching and small flatulence noises could be heard as she started working the dildo back and forth. Rapidly making it disappear and reappear.
  1188.  
  1189. >It had taken some time to get to this point summarized Fluttershy. Which was fine by her.
  1190. >Breaking in new pets or foals, or just making them obedient for a few, short days; brought more enjoyment to her than she’d ever care to admit.
  1191. >Training regular animals and selling them off as sex toys only got her so far these days. As nowadays many richer clients and royalty—including some of her nearest friends—wanted only compliant colts and fillies to play with. Colts in particular were always in high demand by the elites in Canterlot.
  1192. >Unfortunately for her this meant that her exotic animals weren’t *exciting enough* anymore as they once were.
  1193. >So most of her current training *stock* tended to come from struggling orphanages around the countryside. Usually they were happy to be rid of a few. Never asking many questions.
  1194. >And Sweetie Belle being the sister of generosity. Meant that she was off-limits to sell. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun with her in private.
  1195.  
  1196. >Getting back to the moment. Fluttershy pulled the dildo completely out from her rump. Letting her butthole close up on its own.
  1197. >Sweetie Belle groaned loudly as it suddenly left her. Listlessly she pulled on her bindings. Her muzzle damp and frazzled from all the crying.
  1198. >Smiling back at her and kissing her underage sex a few times. Fluttershy then aligned the dildo back again. Thrusting the entire shaft inside in one go.
  1199. >”Ghuhuuuff! Ghhuu-ughh!”
  1200. >After taking a few long strokes with it, she abruptly pulled it out again, letting her close up once more.
  1201. >She repeated this process several times over. Going from empty to full and causing sharp contractions to occur within her. Making her whimper and shudder in turn.
  1202.  
  1203. >Before long Fluttershy started repeatedly pumping in and out of her again. Working up a good rhythm. All the while her marehood dripped yearningly. Filling the room up with her heady scent.
  1204. >And by this point, her filly was reduced to nothing but grunting and crying. No longer pulling on the ropes as she was completely lost to the discomfort she felt. Staring blindly infront of herself she cried with abandonment as the vigorous thrusts continued. Making her involuntarily clench and spasm with every push and pull.
  1205.  
  1206. >About ten minutes later, Sweetie Belle’s eyes rolled back into her head. Fainting from the forceful dildoing.
  1207. >Noticing her faint, Fluttershy elatedly dragged the dildo halfway out from her distended anus.
  1208. >Leaving it hanging out from her, she stood up and went back to the same cupboard as before.
  1209. >Taking out a camera from it she quickly went back to her. And then, using the tips of her wings, spread her fillyhood open and snapped a few pictures of her. Capturing both her underage slit and the dildo sticking out from her ass. Adding them to her collection later.
  1210. >Satisfied she placed the camera underneath the bed and withdrew the dildo from her. Letting her rest.
  1211.  
  1212. >Needing to prepare for the next event, Fluttershy exited the room and went downstairs to gather the bag she had purchased from the pharmacy earlier.
  1213. >Grabbing the specific bag she hurried upstairs again. Passing her guest bedroom and into her bathroom.
  1214. >Once there she reached for the cabinet under the sink. Taking out her large enema syringe from it, and filling it with lukewarm water.
  1215. >Having everything she needed. She returned back to her sleeping filly.
  1216.  
  1217. >At the crib she placed all the items down on the floor. Reaching into the medical bag she brought out a short, one-way catheter valve.
  1218. >Greasing the narrow end of it she leaned forward and stretched Sweetie Belle’s folds open. Exposing her pee hole.
  1219. >Matching the slick end up with her urethra, she delicately fitted it inside her.
  1220. >And once the catheter valve was snuggly inside of her, she brought up another, much longer tube. This one connecting to a hoofpump at the end of it.
  1221. >Fastening the longer tube to the air inlet on the valve, she pumped the retaining balloon within it; inflating it and locking it in place.
  1222. >Once everything was properly secured, she detached the extra tube. Ensuring it would be impossible for her to remove the inflated catheter valve by herself.
  1223.  
  1224. >After having checked everything over. Fluttershy removed Sweetie Belle’s gag and untied her hind hooves. Supported them down onto the bed.
  1225. >Placing a hoof on her right teat, she began twisting and pinching it harshly. Stirring her gradually awake.
  1226. >”Nnn…, nhn… ahh!”
  1227.  
  1228. >Chuckling, ”hi again sleepyhead~.”
  1229. >Blinking awake she saw the stained stallion dildo lying next to her and started panicking.
  1230. >”A-are… a-a, aa-a-re y-you—”
  1231. >”Shh, its okay dear, no more little toys for your rump.”
  1232. >Traumatised she watched as Fluttershy leaned in and took the dildo aside. Putting it away.
  1233. >As the dildo disappeared from her sight she let out a thankful whimper. And once it was gone, she noticed a new, foreign sensation between her legs. And it wasn’t her throbbing butthole. It was something else entirely.
  1234.  
  1235. >Peering down to look she saw something transparent sticking out from her filly parts. Squishing her haunches together she felt the intrusion in her pee hole.
  1236. >Not liking the new sensation at all, she timidly said. “I think th-there is s-something… strange in my p-pee hole….”
  1237. >”Yes that’s right honey, I know. I put it in there whilst you were having a quick rest.”
  1238. >”W-what i-is it?”
  1239. >”Its called a catheter. It blocks you from being able to pee.”
  1240. >”O-okay? But why w-why i-is it in me?”
  1241. >”That’s a good question. Here I’ll show you.” Fluttershy said as she lifted the enema syringe up. Still filled with clear water.
  1242. >”M-mom?”
  1243. >”In a moment we’ll be going out for a short little walk again. This time by the lake just behind us. And before you start throwing a fit. Remember mommy can always bring the toy out again. Or the paddle.”
  1244. >“…”
  1245. >”Good girl~. Now lay still for a second.”
  1246. >Finishing her sentence Fluttershy connected the syringe with the inlet on the catheter valve. And without delay, pushed down on the syringe handle.
  1247.  
  1248. >”Gahh!” She exclaimed loudly. Feeling her bladder swiftly fill up with water.
  1249. >Unable to reach down, she closed her haunches shut, hoping to stem the flow but it didn’t help.
  1250. >”No, 'uufff', p-please mom s-stop!“
  1251. >Fluttershy halted briefly, allowing her to adjust.
  1252. >”Did you know that your body stores more pee at night without making you feel the need to go; more than you normally would during the day? Its because your bladder stretches out and relaxes when you sleep. Not to disturb your precious sleepy time.”
  1253. >Pressing down on the handle again she continues, “what I’m trying to say Sweetie. Is that you can always take a little bit more, even when you think you can’t.”
  1254. >”P-p-please—'uuffffff'—don’t p-put anymore in! I’m g-going to burst!”
  1255. >Now noticing a slight, visible bulge just below her stomach, over where her bladder should be. Fluttershy stopped and disconnected the syringe.
  1256. >”Great! That should be more than enough.” Playfully pressing down on the mound.
  1257. >”Ufhhhuggg... I n-n-need to p-pee…!”
  1258. >”Later, we are going out for a walk now. You can pee when we get back here.”
  1259. >”B-but s-somepony, 'ufaah', m-might see it?!”
  1260. >”Not a chance. It’s just a tiny, transparent tube sticking out from your flower. So unless somepony was looking directly at, I very much doubt it.”
  1261. >Untying her front hooves she sternly warned. “Since this will be our last walk together. Make sure you are on your very best behaviour. I won’t be accepting any fussing.”
  1262.  
  1263. >Helping her off the bed Fluttershy led her downstairs. Donning a simple waist bag before going outside.
  1264.  
  1265. ---
  1266.  
  1267. >Leaving Fluttershy’s house both ponies headed to the old park area. The park encircled a large lake, and except for the lake itself, the place had little to offer visitors. The park boarded a much safer region of the Everfree Forest. However little infrastructure was seen or even allowed.
  1268.  
  1269. >Walking there had been taxing for Sweetie Belle. Even though the distance was much shorter this time. It still took them a while to get there as she needed to stop several times. To let the sharp pains from her overfilled bladder, subside.
  1270. >Halfway there she had, in a fit of desperation, swung her tail to her side. Attempting to urinate on the road. However nothing came out. Only earning her a firm warning spank on her butt instead.
  1271.  
  1272. >As they entered the park, a few ponies were seated on the benches overlooking the lake. Occupied in their own world, they paid the new pair little heed.
  1273. >Sweetie Belle’s filled bladder and stretched rear had made her gait wide. And had they glanced their way. They probably would have gathered that something was amiss.
  1274. >Thus Fluttershy kept her close and to her side. Covering her wide strides as much as possible as they walked onwards.
  1275.  
  1276. >Looking around Fluttershy spotted the only lavatory building she knew would be here. Leading Sweetie Belle along she moved towards it.
  1277. >She had used the toilet facilities here once before, and she liked how accommodating the stalls were. They were built to accept large and small creatures alike.
  1278.  
  1279. >“How are you holding up Sweetie?” She asked. Stopping momentarily and stroking her frazzled, pink mane.
  1280. >“It f-f-feels like… I-I’m… going, 'fhaa!', to e-explode if I don’t p-pee.”
  1281. >As she talked she clamped down on her haunches, grinding her hips together.
  1282. >The extreme fullness inside her bladder making her shudder. Pangs of pain shooting through her entire being.
  1283. >”I understand it must be difficult for you dear, but let’s get your mane arranged over there first.” Pointing at the lavatories. “Then we can walk back home. Okay?”
  1284. >”O-okay.”
  1285.  
  1286. >As they entered the lavatory. Fluttershy brought out a manebrush from her bag and wet it under one of the four sinks.
  1287. >Having heard the water running, Sweetie Belle snapped. Crying out she attempted to dash inside one of the stalls to pee. But got immediately caught.
  1288. >”Sweetie Belle! This is now the second time that you’ve disappointed me! I told you to behave during our walk! You’re coming with me right now!”
  1289. >Crying and frantically kicking, she picked her up and entered the same stall she had tried escaping into.
  1290. >Seating herself down on the closed toilet lid. Fluttershy dragged the hysterical filly over her and onto her lap.
  1291. >”That’s enough missy, be still! Stop fussing!”
  1292. >Not listening she flailed her hooves around madly.
  1293. >Pinning her down, by her dock, she raised the manebrush high in the air.
  1294. >*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
  1295. >Paddling her hard and squarely in the middle.
  1296. >”Aahhaahh, ahh-aa gahhaaaa!”
  1297.  
  1298. >As Sweetie Belle got soundly paddled in the stall. Two sets of hoofsteps could be heard entering the lavatory, stopping just outside their door.
  1299. >“Uh-oh~, sounds like somefilly has been caught with her hoof in the cookie jar.” Said one of the female voices loudly.
  1300. >Snickering and laughing they both overheard her ongoing chastisement. Listening in they filled their water bottles and arranged their manes.
  1301. >”My word, she’s really getting it good in there isn’t she?”
  1302. >”Yupp, sure seems like it. She must’ve done something really bad to earn it.”
  1303. >”I’ll say! By the way… you mentioned before that you spanked your own colt. How often does that happen?”
  1304. >”Atleast once per week with him. He always gets himself in trouble. And even if he doesn’t, I’ll just give him a maintenance spanking on the weekend anyway.”
  1305. >Laughing, “oh wow, you absolute monster you~! And how… if I may ask, how exactly do you spank him?”
  1306. >”Always with my cane at first and then with my clad hoof. In my purse I have two pictu—”
  1307.  
  1308. >”Whhahhhh, wahhhhahh uwhhahhhhh….”
  1309. >When her filly started bawling and weeping, the roasting slowed down in intensity, but didn’t halt completely.
  1310. >Instead she used five second intervals. Waiting and striking evenly on both butt cheeks.
  1311. >*Smack…! Smack…! Smack…!*
  1312. >Whenever she started choking badly, she left her swollen cheeks alone. And instead smacked her sensitive undercurves and thighs. Then she returned back to her bruised cheeks. Ensuring that her rump glowed and hurt just as much as the first time she got paddled.
  1313.  
  1314. >It wasn’t until much later. Once Sweetie Belle hung limply over Fluttershy’s lap. That the spanking eventually ceased.
  1315. >Having put the brush away she placed her hoof on her now scolding bum. Enjoying her work and feeling the warmth from it.
  1316. >Getting up from the toilet seat she placed the drained and snivelling filly on her back.
  1317. >”Its time to go home little one.”
  1318.  
  1319. >Walking back home Fluttershy didn’t bother to cover Sweetie Belle’s well spanked rear. Earning the duo some knowing stares and giggles from random passersby’s.
  1320.  
  1321. ---
  1322.  
  1323. >The trek home went a lot quicker. This time she didn’t need to stop every once in a while to let Sweetie Belle adjust to her overfilled bladder.
  1324.  
  1325. >Entering inside her cottage, Fluttershy took Sweetie Belle up to the changing station.
  1326. >Placing her down and causing her to mewl when her blistering bottom met the flat table.
  1327. >Reaching under the station she brought out an excessively thick, white diaper.
  1328. >”I’ve been very patient with you Sweetie. I had planned for you to use the little foal potty once more, and then send you home. But after your tantrum today, this is obviously what you need the most.”
  1329. >”Mo-m-my! pl-please I’m s-sor-ry, 'ughh', no di-diaper!”
  1330. >“I believe I clearly warned you this very morning that I’d put you back into your little nappies if you misbehaved. Didn’t I?”
  1331. >”…”
  1332. >Taking her hind legs and lifting them up, she slid the crinkling garment underneath her. Threading her tail through the special opening in it, and dropping her legs back down on the table once finished. Leaving the front cover open.
  1333. >She then extends her hoof to a shelf above her. Pulling down a jar of pre-lubed suppositories with potent, long-lasting laxative effects. And a transparent, disposable bottle full of sticky ginger root oils.
  1334. >The suppositories swam inside red-tinted capsules containing strong capsaicin agitates—that notoriously burned ferociously—even after several hours from their initial insertion. They were usually only used sparingly by very adventures couples or for silly dares.
  1335. >And the ginger root bottle had a thin, twenty centimeter long tube sticking out from the top. It contained 280 milliliters of murky, yellow oils that sloshed inside of it.
  1336. >”I-I’m re-really, r-really—'sniff'—s-s-sorry m-o-mmy! I’m so s-sorry f-for being—'uohfff!'—a b-bad foal! So p-ple-ase don’t make me p-poop in a di-diaper again…!”
  1337. >”And like I also warned you before Sweetie, little foals that disobey their mommy, don’t get what they want.”
  1338. >”…”
  1339. >Taking out two suppositories and removing their plastic shells, she squeezed them inside her butthole. One after the other.
  1340. >And directly afterwards, she popped the seal on the flexible tube holding the sticky, ginger root solution.
  1341. >Lining the tip end of it up with her anus. She inserted the tube all the way inside her rectum for best effect. Causing both suppositories to travel slightly higher with it.
  1342. >Then she depressed the soft bottle. Scrunching it up and emptying the entire thing in one go. Before disconnecting the tube and leaving it deeply inside of her.
  1343. >”There we go~. You see, this was nothing to worry about. It’s just like before. Also, the nice *medicine* now in your bum-bum is extra special. It’ll help you stop thinking about your spanked rump very soon. I promise.”
  1344. >”Th-tank y-you m-ommy.”
  1345. >”You’re most welcome. I know mommy can be a bit mean and hurtful sometimes. But I’m also very understanding Sweetie.” She says whilst kissing her cutely on her muzzle. “Understand that mommy cares for you dearly, no matter how many silly or naughty things you do.”
  1346. >Reaching below the station again she pulls out a familiar catheter tube with a hoofpump attached to it. Parting her fillyhood she couples it with the catheter already inside her urethra. Then using the valve on the pump, she deflates the balloon inside.
  1347. >Disregarding the soothing babypowder bottle to her right, she pulls the diaper cover up and over her sex. Shutting it and covering her flanks up completely.
  1348. >But just before closing the four locking tabs shut. She squirts a few dollops of superglue under each one. Then fastening and bonding them permanently shut. Fluttershy keeps the tiny bottle of superglue unlabelled. Not wanting to cause any tantrums when using it.
  1349. >“The small catheter still inside of you will flush out when you try to pee. It might take you a few tries though~. Normally I would remove it myself to make it easier. But you can keep it with you as a parting gift.”
  1350.  
  1351. >Lifting the distressed filly up she hastily carried her to her guest bedroom.
  1352. >While there she got out a blue, short gown for fillies.
  1353. >Dressing her in it she *checked her over*, ensuring her that her protruding diaper couldn’t be seen at all with it.
  1354. >In reality the short gown did little to cover her poofy diaper up. Whilst doing nothing at all to hide her spanked areas down on her thighs.
  1355. >After dressing her, she led her downstairs to the front door.
  1356.  
  1357. >”Its been really fun sweetheart! I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed every single second of our special playtime together. Even when you needed your little spankings~.” She said with a wink.
  1358. >Grabbing hold of her right shoulder. She firmly dragged the protesting filly out through the door. Slapping her diapered rump once as she did.
  1359. >”Now go on. Go back home to Rarity. Safe trip! Bye bye~!”
  1360. >Closing the door and locking it. Fluttershy went to her kitchen to brew herself a long overdue, cup of tea.
  1361.  
  1362. >Outside Sweetie Belle dizzily and frantically tried to hold everything in as she walked forward cross-legged. Tugging urgently on the tabs but she wasn’t able to get them open.
  1363. >Her stomach groaned loudly as she neared the main road. But it wasn’t just the cramps alone that troubled her; her tailhole had also started to itch and burn greatly.
  1364. >She didn’t understand why it was happening. But her insides now stung just as painfully as it did on her outside. And it only got worse by the second. The cruel heat causing her to snivel and sob.
  1365. >A few meters up the road and she had to stop. Involuntarily she raised her tail up and started pooping and peeing herself in the middle of it.
  1366. >Bursting like a dam she moaned in relief, almost tumbling over as the tension left her. Liquids and solids flowing freely out from her behind and into her diaper. Swelling and bulging it obscenely.
  1367. >Eventually the diaper started sagging downwards from the new weight. Revealing a distinct brown and yellow tinge under her short gown.
  1368.  
  1369. >And just when she had finished filling her diaper. Several hoofsteps could be heard coming up from behind her.
  1370. >A group of four ponies, three mares and one stallion were laughing and sniggering at her. Curiously they encircled her.
  1371. >”Oh what’s this now, a lost little foal?” laughed one of the mares, having seen her openly mess herself.
  1372. >Approaching her the mare lifted her gown up, fully exposed her already visible diaper. After having done so, she put her right hoof on it. And in turn, crudely bounced the soiled garment up and down. Spreading the illicit and fiery contents all around her sore bottom.
  1373. >”Sure looks like it, she’s such a cutie too~,” said another mare as she took Sweetie Belle’s weeping muzzle into her chest fur. Hugging her still to let her mare partner unhinderedly toy with her diaper.
  1374. >Smirking knowingly to her partner she trailed her hoof just under the filly’s clad slit, and pressed inwards to it. Rubbing her back and forth there she liberally caked her folds in slick, acidic poop. Understanding fully well how bad and gross it would make her feel whenever she walked. Not to mention the excruciating rash she would most likely develop, if somepony didn’t quickly change her diaper.
  1375. >”Did you lose your pacifier little one, is that why you are crying?” said the third mare to her as she watched the duo bully her.
  1376. >”Ha! If that’s the case, then I can give her something to suck on!” Said the stallion snidely. His comment causing them all to laugh again.
  1377. >”Well… now that you’ve mentioned *that*.” Said the mare still hugging her. ”Do you think she’s ever been with a mare before?”
  1378. >”No idea,” said the stallion mischievously, “but there is always a way to find out!”
  1379. >After that last statement ended, the group took hold of Sweetie Belle. Forcing her with them.
  1380.  
  1381. >The pain in her well spanked rear all but forgotten as the *medicine* was now boiling her far worse inside. Even her rump and fillyhood had started to ache and burn in a similar fashion. All of it causing her to walk unsteadily whilst babbling incoherently to no one in particular. To overwhelmed by pain to function properly. Yet the group forced her onward as tears streamed down her glazed eyes.
  1382. >The absorbed laxatives also continued to work through her body. Causing her to flatulate shamelessly as her bowels had nothing more to expel.
  1383. >They group didn’t even bother to lower her gown down.
  1384.  
  1385. ---
  1386.  
  1387. >Aftermath
  1388. >Two weeks had gone by since Fluttershy’s last plaything had left her. She had received a very angry letter from Rarity about it. She still keeps it on her fridge for fun.
  1389. >Though, all it took to shut Rarity up about it—was sending her a copy of Sweetie Belle—tied down and spread open—with a stallion dildo sticking out from her rear hole.
  1390. >Apparently after forcing Sweetie Belle outside. She had been found two days later, and dropped off to Rarity by some random herd. Surprisingly still wearing the same diaper she’d trapped her pretty little flanks into; with another one stacked ontop of it. The chafing and the putrid smell must’ve been harrowing for her to deal with. The thought alone made her smirk a little.
  1391.  
  1392. >Sighing Fluttershy looked down from her desk. Setting the various explicit photos of pets, infants and foals aside.
  1393. >Leaning under she petted her Collie dog. He was excitedly slobbering at her marehood. Tail wagging happily in the air, causing him to reveal his knotted butt plug, currently wedged deeply in his asshole, to the world.
  1394. >”Such a good boy you are! Yes, yes you are~! Your widdle pluggy wuggy comes out tomorrow morning, yes it does~!”
  1395. >Feeling bored she leaned back into her chair. Stretching her haunches out and letting the male dog perform his only task in life.
  1396. >On the floor to her right was an elevated—double dog bowl—now empty, but still reeking of her recent excretions. Only glossy drool remained inside both bowls.
  1397. >”Mmm~, truly such a *very* good boy you are… we’ll go play fetch outside later.”
  1398. >His food bowls currently acting as her preferred toilet in the house.
  1399.  
  1400. >Gazing down on her photos a particular set of pictures stood out to her. It was Twilight Sparkle, holding an infant pegasus down on her withers. With her delicate hind legs up in the air.
  1401. >Her tiny legs and the lips of her underage folds were being held open by purple magic. And the princess was thrashing her puffy sex viciously with a ruler. A look of pure, unhinged lust showing in her eyes.
  1402.  
  1403. >And after a brief moment of leaning back. Reminiscing and contemplating life. Fluttershy thought to herself aloud. “I should probably check back with Lotus and Aloe soon, they had been right about Sweetie Belle after all….”
  1404.  
  1405. >The end.
  1406.  
  1407. ---
  1408.  
  1409. >Bonus part
  1410. >The stallion pulled out from his third herdmate—the mare slumped down over a chair as he did. She was panting heavily from the lengthy, anal rutting session they just had. Feeling sore but satisfied from it.
  1411. >And after having just finished inside her ass—the stallion got up and walked back over to their bed. On it was the—still incoherent, babbling filly—that they’d picked up three hours ago.
  1412. >The young unicorn sat upright on their bed with his two herdmates resting besides her. Their assholes stretched but cleaned by the filly. Her white muzzle stained brown from it.
  1413. >Walking up to her—he pushes her down and onto the bed—and then he settles besides her. Once on his side he guides her head downwards, underneath his waist.
  1414. >Waiting until she starts sputtering random noises again before taking his now slack, stallion shaft—slick with lube and feces—and pressing it into her drooling mouth.
  1415. >Sighing he rests on the bed from all the intense rutting. Feeling the filly mindlessly suckle on his shaft as he does. Holding her there and letting her clean him off for the third time that day.

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