The Most of It (Sweetie Belle x Anon-Pone)


                                            >"You wanna drink it with me?"

                                            "Sweetie, I don't know if that's the be—"

                                            >"Pleeeease...?"

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                                            >You didn't think a kid her age could drink that much and not throw up.

                                            >If she were still a young filly, she would've thrown up after the first sip. But now you're certain she'll be out-drinking you tonight.

                                            >You know it's wrong for her to drink like this so young... but if you're looking out for her, it should be okay... right?

                                            >Apart from the fact that it's your alcohol you're sharing with her.

                                            >But to be fair, she snagged it from your stash first...

                                            >Eh, whatever. You're both having a good time right now.

                                            >"Eugh," Sweetie groans with a shake, "I don't get how adults like this stuff."

                                            "Wellll, it's not so much the taste as it is the feeling."

                                            >"But why? All you do is just get sluggish and dizzy, right?"

                                            "Uh..." You let out a chuckle. "Not exactly. Why'd you think that?"

                                            >Sweetie begins to stammer and fidget her way to the side.

                                            >"O-Oh, well, I, uh... um..."

                                            >She then let out a sigh.

                                            >"O-Okay, so... maybe Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and I got a little bit... drunk one time."

                                            >You reel back slight and let out a lighthearted scoff.

                                            "Really? When?"

                                            >"A-A few years ago... when we were nine, I think?"

                                            "You guys got drunk when you were /nine/?" You repeated her statement with bewilderment.

                                            >Sweetie put her hooves up defensively, almost out of pure embarrassment, and let out an awkward, drunken giggle.

                                            >"We thought it was just a funny-tasting soda! It said "grape" on the front, so we just kinda... drank it...?"

                                            "How'd you guys manage to get a bottle of Berry Punch?" you asked her, referring to the alcoholic drink that she was undoubtedly talking about.

                                            >"Scootaloo just found it on the side of the road on the way to the clubhouse. And I might've been a little thirsty that day, sooo..."

                                            >Sweetie Belle just looked away with a small blushed and laughed softly with embarrassment. It was also clear that the alcohol's effects were /quickly/ starting to kick in, as you noticed her slight wobble right away.

                                            "Sooo...?" you repeated.

                                            >She glanced up at you and let out a small, sluggish giggle.

                                            >"I... mmight've drank half thhe bottle...?" she answered, ending with a little squeak.

                                            >You scoffed again and laughed, which in turn prompted Sweetie Belle to continue giggling herself.

                                            "You drank halff a bottle of BERRY PUNCH at nnine years old and—hold on, I'm guesssing you didn't throw up?"

                                            >"Nnuh-uh," she said with a shake of her head. "We just got really dizzzy and couldn't think sstraight at all. Nnow that I think about it... it wwas actuallly kinda fun, h-hehee... BUT at the timeee, it was really sscarry."

                                            >You chuckle with a slurrish inflection of your own.

                                            "Yyou know, I think I remember hearingg something about... ssomething like that. Didnn't you guyss get caught?"

                                            >With an awkward, but cute smile, Sweetie gave you a dilatory nod.


                                            >Her face had grown considerably redder in the last minute or so, but she either didn't seem to notice, or didn't seem to mind.

                                            >Your face was likely the same as hers, given how hot it was getting.

                                            >"Wellll... weee actually kindaa told Appplejack. Apple Blooom got sick, and sshe told her what happened, and that'ss how they founnd out about thhe bottle, and thhen they took usss to the hosspital... THENNN they suggessed we pump our sstomachs, but by thenn... everything was kinnna wearing offf... Rarrity didn't even grouund me."

                                            >You snorted with a grunt.

                                            "Welll, I'h hope nnot. Is's not like you girlss kneww what you were drri-*hic*-drinking."

                                            >Sweetie giggled sluggishly at your hiccup, covering her mouth with a hoof before readjusting herself on her stool.

                                            "Annyway," you continued as you cleared your throat, "doessn't lookh like that exxperience sscarred you that mucch."

                                            >She shrugged her shoulders lazily and gave you the cutest smile.

                                            >"Nope~"

                                            "Alright, good." You then carefully slide the open whiskey bottle over to her again. "Bottomms up, cowgirrl."

                                            >With another giggle, the filly teen grabbed the alcoholic drink... after a few tries, at least. She was definitely drunker than she was willing to admit. And yet, that didn't stop her from taking another small swig. It took a moment to go down, judging from her frequent throat clearing. But she was able to swallow it all.

                                            >And then proved it by opening her mouth to show you.

                                            >You cleared your own throat and let out a soft chuckle.

                                            "Juusst don't throww up on me," you joked, sending you and Sweetie into a brief giggling and chuckling fit.

                                            >It would stay like this for the next half hour. You and Sweetie would talk, and you would hear in her voice just how much drunker she was getting; she was able to still pronunciate words, but they were definitely not as articulate as they should be.

                                            >But she seemed to be having a good time, although you were keeping a close enough eye on her to make sure she was doing okay.

                                            >You'd see her glance at you from the corner of your eye, or vise versa, and she'd just giggle.

                                            >Typical teenage behavior, on top of her now being drunk.

                                            >It's a real good thing Rarity won't be back for another five days.

                                            >Around half an hour after you and Sweetie started drinking, you could hear the sound of muffled pattering. A quick glance at one of the bedroom windows, and you could see it was raining.

                                            >That quickly turned into a heavy shower, with the rain loudly roaring outside and occasional lightning strikes off in the distance.

                                            >The thunder quickly came soon after, and Sweetie flinched the first time it happened.

                                            >"Wwow... it'ss raining reaally bad out theree," she said with concern in her voice before hiccuping. "Y-You thinnk Rrarity's okayy?"

                                            "Ohh yeaah," you answer, "thee storm's noott anywhere neear Balltimaree. I think thhiss one wass supposseed to be hheere a couplle hourss ago."

                                            >"Wwhy not?"

                                            "Mmy guesss? Probbalbly overshllept."


                                            >A soft titter escaped from the filly teen's throat before she took another, this time smaller, sip from the bottle.

                                            >After setting it back down on the desk, Sweetie then leaned back in her stool and blew out some air.

                                            >"Sso do youu and Rarity and thhe others get drunnk like thiss a lot?" she asked curiously.

                                            >You took a sip from the bottle and then tilted your head, then gave Sweetie Belle a light shrug.

                                            "Ehhh, ssometimess. Sshee usually goess out with thhee girlss, buut somestimes theey let me tag allong."

                                            >It was Sweetie's turn to tilt her head.

                                            >"But... I thhought you annd Rarity woould hanggh out all the time. Oor you and the girls."

                                            >You just shot her a sad smile.

                                            "Well... nott as musch these dayss. I mean, of cooursee we still hanng out. Jusst... not aas much as we ussed to."

                                            >Sweetie rested her hooves on the desk and leaned against it, looking at you with a drunken, but still genuine sadness in her eyes.

                                            >"Why...?"

                                            >Were you really about to have a conversation with this pure little filly just as she's beginning teen-hood?

                                            >Sure, she was only half your age, but...

                                            >... Guess you were.

                                            >With one more sip, you set the bottle down and leaned against the desk to face Sweetie Belle, and sighed.

                                            "Thatt's just how life gets, esspechially as you get olderr. Evventually, poniess just drifft apart sometimess. It doesnn't mean Rarrity and I are gonna stopp hanghin out or annything, or eveenn me and the girrls. We jusst don't hang out as offten."

                                            >Sweetie eyed the wall for a second, then back to you.

                                            >"But... when theyy're hanging out, what do you do?"

                                            >You chuckled.

                                            "Welll, for a hwile, nothingg musch. I'd uusually be at home by mysellf."

                                            >"Whhile they're out havving fun withhoout you?"

                                            >You snorted.

                                            "Tthat's one wayy of putting it."

                                            >Sweetie recoiled.

                                            >"I-I didn't meean-"

                                            >You raised your hooves with a laugh.

                                            "It's alrighth, Sweetie. I knoww what you meeaant."

                                            >Her shoulders relaxed, but the sadness on her face didn't dissipate.

                                            >"That jussth... doesn'tt seem fair to you," she said softly with a crack in her voice, staring sadly at your chest.

                                            >And to a point, she was right. You knew at the end of the day, it was a lot easier for a bunch of mares to hang out than a bunch of mares and a stallion.

                                            >It was a whole can of worms you weren't willing to dive into with Sweetie Belle, at least not now.

                                            >And certainly not like this!

                                            >You shot her a drunken little smirk, hoping to cheer her up.

                                            "I kknow. Butt... on the pluss side, it meanss I get too spennd morree time with youu."

                                            >Sweetie looked up at you, staring into your eyes, and giving you a sad smile of her own, but it faded as quick as it came.

                                            >She then took one of her hooves and rested it against one of your own, caressing it gently and staring at the connection with a deep sadness.

                                            "Hey," you say softly to her, prompting her to look at you again. "Youu feeling okay?"

                                            >She glances down at your chest again, then back up to your eyes.

                                            >"Are you...?"

                                            "Helll yeah."


                                            >That wasn't completely the truth.

                                            >But it got her to laugh again.

                                            >Sweetie snickered, shaking her shoulders with every giggle.

                                            >The storm outside only got worse; lightning was striking every few seconds off in the far distance, and the thunder was a constant low rumble with an occasional muffled boom.

                                            >But that was no longer enough to startle Sweetie.

                                            >Her laughter faded, and the smile disappeared.

                                            >She just sat there in front of you, brushing your hoof gently in hers and giving it an occasional affectionate squeeze.

                                            >Her eyes now lacked the life she always harbored.

                                            >They just seemed... hurt.

                                            >A bad combination, that and drinking.

                                            >You pulled your hoof away gently.

                                            "Come here," you whispered to her.

                                            >"Hmm...?" she squeaked silently.

                                            >You reached down for her chair and pulled her closer to you. As soon as she was in reach, you moved in and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in for a gentle hug.

                                            >Once she realized what was happening, she held you tightly, burying her face into your neck.

                                            >She felt almost afraid to let go.

                                            "I'mm alright," you tell her. "I promisse."

                                            >She gave your body a squeeze this time.

                                            "You gonnah be okaay?" you ask her with a slur in your tone.

                                            >"Mm-hmm," she squeaked again, the vibrations in her voice sending a ticklish feeling through your neck.

                                            >You felt a single tear seep into your your fur, and it was your turn to squeeze Sweetie Belle.

                                            >It stayed like this for a few minutes; Sweetie would adjust herself only slightly, but continue to hold you close. You could hear her breathing slow but maintain its drunken, ragged temper.

                                            >If you focused hard enough... you could feel her heart beating against your chest.

                                            >You've never felt a heartbeat as fast as hers.

                                            >One of your hooves rested against Sweetie's head, softly petting her mane.

                                            >It didn't slow her heart down at all, but it definitely softened her posture against you, almost like she was melting into your touch.

                                            >Sweetie moved her head back slightly, until her lips were resting against your shoulder blade. After a moment like that, she slowly pulled away from the embrace.

                                            >When you could see her face again, you saw just how much redder it had become. Her eyes were on par, with tears having formed in them.

                                            >"A-Anon...?" she whispered with another crack in her voice.

                                            "Yeah...?"

                                            >Sweetie licked her lips for a second, almost struggling to get the words out. You weren't sure if it was drunkenness, nervousness, or both.

                                            >But you were patient with her.

                                            >"Can... Cann I singg for you...?" she asked you shakily.

                                            >The question caught you off guard at first, and it took you a second to answer.

                                            "Uh... y-yeah, suree. If-If you wannt."

                                            >Sweetie gave a faint, but feverish nod. You saw her swallow a lump in her throat just as her horn started to glow.

                                            >From the corner of your eye, you saw something at the far end of the bedroom, just next to her bed, begin to illuminate in the darkness.


                                            >You quickly realized it was a guitar, but not just any guitar.

                                            >It was the guitar you gave her for her birthday few years ago, when she turned ten.

                                            >You grew up with that guitar, so it showed its age pretty well, but you did everything you could to fix it up before you gave it to her.

                                            >Now, it looked as good as the day you made it.

                                            >You were speechless.

                                            >Sweetie struggled for a moment to levitate the instrument safely across the room, but was able to float it over without much issue.

                                            >She rested it in her lap and closed her eyes, then took a deep, shaky breath. She was definitely making an effort to clear her mind, as hard as it would be at this stage.

                                            >With a deep exhale, she opened her eyes slowly, grabbed the guitar with her magic again, and began to play.

                                            >A simple yet gentle melody began to play. Sweetie's eyes drifted off, gazing at your chest, then back to the guitar, then to you.

                                            >She looked at you for just a moment, then turned away. You could see her blush deepening.

                                            >You said nothing and simply listened.

                                            >She sang.

                                            >/The sun got stuck/

                                            >/As it's making its way back down/

                                            >/We find ourselves/

                                            >/In a familiar part of town/

                                            >/And all that I've seen/

                                            >/Means nothing to me/

                                            >/Without /you//

                                            >She looked up at you, right into your eyes.

                                            >It took so much strength for her just to look away.

                                            >/So when I see you next, we'll make the most of it/

                                            >/Tell the sun to start moving again/

                                            >/The taste of your kiss, I've still got on my lips/

                                            >/And I'll take you there with me/

                                            >Through her magic, every strum of the guitar lit up her face, and you could see an entire array of emotions rush through her.

                                            >Uncertainty, nervousness, fear, sadness, maybe even anger.

                                            >But all you heard through her singing, and her playing, was /love/.

                                            >Sweetie's breathing grew heavy, but it didn't deter her, you realized.

                                            >You just sat there, mesmerized... and afraid that she would stop.

                                            >/Head crashed down/

                                            >/Air condition myself to sleep/

                                            >/A great night out/

                                            >/That will continue to the end of the week/

                                            >/And all that I've seen/

                                            >/Means nothing to me/

                                            >/Without /you//

                                            >And there it was. That look again.

                                            >This time, she didn't look away.

                                            >/So when I see you next, we'll make the most of it/

                                            >/Tell the sun to start moving again/

                                            >/The taste of your kiss, I've still got on my lips/

                                            >/And I'll take you there with me/

                                            >A boom of thunder outside timed perfectly with the shift in tone and speed.

                                            >/It's you and me connected to a satellite/

                                            >/It's you and me for just one night/

                                            >/It's you and me and love through a machine/

                                            >/It's you and me, for one more night/

                                            >And then she stopped, looking down with her eyes shut, only for a moment.

                                            >/So when I see you next, we'll make the most of it/

                                            >/Tell the sun to start moving again/

                                            >/The taste of your kiss, I've still got on my lips/

                                            >/And I'll take you there with me/

                                            >The song grew softer, as did her voice.

                                            >But she never lost her ardor.

                                            >/When I see you next, we'll make the most of it/


                                            >/Tell the sun to start moving again/

                                            >/The taste of your kiss, I've still got on my lips/

                                            >/And I'll take you there with me/

                                            >/With... me/

                                            >And like that, it was over.

                                            >The notes faded out, leaving only the sound of the rain and Sweetie's slow, shaky breathing.

                                            >She stared into your eyes again, watching you intently with tears in her eyes, waiting for you to say something.

                                            >But for one moment, you were completely speechless.

                                            "Wow..." you spoke softly. "Thhat was beautifull."

                                            >A slim, sad smile crept onto her lips as a single tear fell down her cheek.

                                            >The next question... you figured you already knew the answer, but you asked her anyway.

                                            "... Who did yyou write it for...?"

                                            >Her head tilted slowly, and another tear fell down her cheek.

                                            >She was trying so hard not to cry, and it hurt you.

                                            >"Y-You."

                                            >Sweetie's hoof returned to meet yours on the desk, and the two of you stayed that way for a moment.

                                            >You could feel your heartbeat quicken as you watched Sweetie's gaze remain fixated on you, her breath quickening.

                                            "Sweetie..." you whispered with a crack in your voice.

                                            >She shuddered and let out an almost inaudible sob.

                                            >Suddenly, she moved forward, stepping out of her chair and towards you.

                                            >Before you realized what was happening, Sweetie was pressing her lips against yours and holding you tightly against her body.

                                            >Initially, you grabbed her gently by the hips to push her away.

                                            >But for some reason, you just... couldn't.

                                            >And then, you didn't want to.

                                            >You knew it was wrong, as inebriated as you were.

                                            >Sweetie was half your age, still a young filly.

                                            >She shouldn't be doing this, and neither should you.

                                            >And maybe that's why you didn't push her away.

                                            >Instead, you kept your hooves on her hips and pulled her in closer, until there was no more space.

                                            >She whimpered and moaned and cried into the kiss, and eventually you could feel a fresh stream of tears seeping into your cheeks and even on her lips; you recognized the salty taste.

                                            >It didn't stop either of you.

                                            >Your hooves trailed up her body, making her shiver and sending goosebumps across her body. They eventually reached her chin, where one stayed and the other reached around to the back of her head, sinking into her puffy mane, and pulling her in closer.

                                            >There was little room to kiss, but it made the effort that much more rewarding.

                                            >Sweetie shuddered through her nose, and began to press her tongue into your mouth. You did the same, letting your tongues dance around in the middle.

                                            >Suddenly, the darkness of your eyelids began to illuminate green, and a cold yet warm almost viscous sensation began to envelop your sheath, forcing a grunting moan out of you.

                                            >You pulled away from the kiss to press your cheek against Sweetie's and let out a sigh.

                                            "Sweetie... w... wait..." you whispered to her.

                                            >"Shhh... it's okay..."

                                            >The sensation ran up and down your shaft, which was quickly growing to full mast, giving Sweetie's magic more to /play with/.


                                            >You couldn't help it.

                                            >You reached down and kissed her neck, even giving it a few nibbles.

                                            >A small whine left her mouth, and her body tensed up. You could feel the aura picking up speed.

                                            >Before long, you were hard, pressing against Sweetie Belle's stomach. A sizable drop of pre-cum sank into her fur.

                                            >"It's okay... I-It's okay..."

                                            >You weren't sure if she was saying that to you... or herself.

                                            >But before you could guess, she pulled away and crouched down in front of you, towering over your hard cock.

                                            >You couldn't see anything from this angle, but you sure could feel her hot breath raining down on the tip.

                                            >You could hear her inhaling through her nose, which sat pressed up against her snout, and then let out a deep shudder mixed with a sob.

                                            >If you could get any harder, you would.

                                            >You reached out, resting one of your hooves on the back of her head.

                                            "Sweetie..." you called out to her again.

                                            >She didn't answer.

                                            >Instead, her head moved down, and all you could feel was damn near your entire cock becoming enveloped in her moist, soft mouth.

                                            >Your head flew back, and you gripped the desk with your hoof in fear of falling backward. A heavy sigh left you.

                                            "H-oh... fffuck..."

                                            >Sweetie didn't wait.

                                            >Immediately, she began to bob her head up and down on your shaft, and the pleasure you were already feeling increased a thousand fold.

                                            >It took all the strength you had not to just fuck her mouth right then and there.

                                            >Shivers ran up and down your spine, and every hit of extra pleasure sent you jolting in your seat.

                                            >Your other hoof stayed rested in Sweetie's mane, less guiding her and more petting her.

                                            >All you could hear down below was a barrage of quiet slurping noises and the occasional whimper from her.

                                            >After a minute, you leaned back just to see her face.

                                            >Her eyes were closed, tears running down her cheeks, saliva and spit all around her mouth, and your cock going in and out of it.

                                            >She was so determined and focused, that at first she didn't even notice you were looking down at her.

                                            >When she opened her eyes and saw you, she gave you a pleading look and raised one of her hooves up to your face.

                                            >You removed your hoof from her head and embraced hers, pressing it against your cheek and kissing it sensually.

                                            >It made her bob her head even faster than she could; she nearly gagged at one point, but it didn't stop her.

                                            >Without stopping your loving assault on her hoof, you couldn't hold back the temptation.

                                            >You started thrusting your hips upward, meeting her mouth halfway. Before long, you were doing most of the work, fucking Sweetie Belle's mouth with near wild abandon.

                                            >She adjusted her posture on the floor in a way that made it much easier for you to enter her. Her eyes were shut tight and all she could do was squeal beneath you.

                                            >You started to flare in her mouth, and she was quick to realize it.

                                            >Suddenly, she pulled away, and you were afraid you had hurt her.


                                            >"W-waitwaitwaitwait..." she shuddered as she stood back up to kiss you again.

                                            >Very quickly, the feeling of your approaching orgasm faded, leaving you a bit physically tense.

                                            >The kiss lasted only a few seconds before she pulled away again.

                                            >Another shaky breath escaped her lips, her warm breath brushing across your face.

                                            >Your foreheads rested against each other, but you could still look into each other's eyes.

                                            >She refused to look away from yours, giving you a needy little stare.

                                            >"Fuck me..." she whispered with a shaky sigh. "P-Please..."

                                            >Trying to catch your breath yourself, you gave Sweetie a little nod, raising your hoof to meet her lips.

                                            >She sucked on the tip of your hoof in the same sensual manner as your kiss.

                                            >You found the feeling ticklish, but the situation incredibly arousing.

                                            >You glanced over to the desk, realizing how cluttered it was with papers, Sweetie's homework, and of course the still half-full bottle of whiskey.

                                            >Sweetie looked at the desk as well, only slightly turning her head to see it

                                            >Your eyes met again.

                                            >Sweetie stopped sucking on your hoof.

                                            >In a matter of seconds, she pulled away, shoved all of her papers and homework to the side, some of it falling to the floor, and pushed the whiskey bottle to the very back.

                                            >She then turned around, looked at you, and patted the desk twice.

                                            >You got up from your stool and approached her, your still wet cock sticking out in front of you.

                                            >You towered over Sweetie and this time, you were the one to take the lead. You began kissing Sweetie, holding her in place with a hoof around her back, and another on the desk to keep yourself from falling on top of her.

                                            >She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer, letting your shaft rub against her stomach and chest.

                                            >You wanted so badly to just take her like this, but she wanted something else.

                                            >She pulled away from the kiss and scooted you back just enough for her to hop off the desk. With a shudder, she turned around and bent over the desk, perking her filly butt up to you.

                                            >For as young as she was, she had /such/ an ass.

                                            >She leaned back, quickly hugging your shaft in between her cheeks. Sweetie then slowly moved her hips up and down, hotdogging your cock.

                                            >You were so hard, it was starting to hurt.

                                            >Your heartbeat was so intense, you could feel it in your ears, hear it in your head.

                                            >It was impossible to control your breathing.

                                            >The realization of what was happening made you shake feverishly.

                                            >You didn't keep her waiting.

                                            >Pulling away from her cheeks, you gave yourself just enough time to focus and line your tip up with her desperately winking pussy.

                                            >You teased her entrance, and she backed up again, trying to get you in. Her head sank down and she whimpered again.

                                            "You rready?" you whispered to her.

                                            >She only answered with fervent, desperate nodding.

                                            >You rested just a single hoof on one of her ass cheeks.

                                            >Her body tensed and formed goosebumps, but she didn't stop you.


                                            >Without further waiting, you pushed into her.

                                            >At first, you were careful, trying not to stretch her out too much or hurt her in any way.

                                            >Then suddenly, Sweetie shoved herself back against you, hilting you inside of her in an instant.

                                            >Her head flew back, and a choked moan mixed with a scream erupted from her throat.

                                            >The feeling on your side was immeasurable, but you immediately began pulling yourself out at the sound of her scream.

                                            "A-Are you oka—" you tried to ask her in a worried tone before you were stopped.

                                            >One of Sweetie's hooves swung back to you and gripped you by the hip, pulling you her way.

                                            >At the same time, she leaned back, forcing you back inside of her. You quickly bottomed out again, and another moan left her lips.

                                            >She continued this movement for a few seconds before your mind cleared enough to take the initiative again.

                                            >Planting one hoof on the desk and the other on her butt, and one of your legs sitting on the stool for support, you began thrusting yourself into Sweetie Belle.

                                            >She gasped and moaned quietly, resting against her elbows and looking back at you from the corner of her eye, as you saw through the mirror.

                                            >You watched her body, the whole scene, through the reflection.

                                            >Her body jiggled and moved back and forth with every thrust, but all you were focusing on was her face.

                                            >She was just /wanting/.

                                            >So you gave her exactly what she wanted.

                                            >As the rain raged outside and the radio played quietly in the background on the desk—Sweetie must've accidentally turned it back on—you rammed yourself into Sweetie Belle as quick and as rough as she was comfortable with.

                                            >And there wasn't a single hint of complaint from her at all.

                                            >Her eyes were shut tightly, and all you could hear was her silent panting, shuddering, and the occasional whine.

                                            >Eventually, she was joining in on the movement, deliberately shoving her hips back against yours.

                                            >You grabbed her by the hips and quickened your pace, rocking her—and the desk—back and forth.

                                            >Sweetie let out a pleasured sob and held her head in one of her hooves, gripping her mane tightly. Her face contorted into this conflicting look of pleasure and crying.

                                            >You knew that face.

                                            >"I-I'm gonna cummm...!" she cried in a soft, cracked tone.

                                            >You continued to fuck Sweetie in the same method you were doing now, never breaking your pace, your position, or your movement.

                                            >And it didn't take long for her to get there.

                                            >"A-AAH!"

                                            >Sweetie Belle stopped moving and froze, only shaken by your ceaseless thrusting. One of her hooves clawed into the desktop, and the other punched against the mirror, almost cracking it.

                                            >She let out this high pitched cry mixed with a whine, and her whole body began to shake against her will. One of her hing legs lightly kicked at the air.

                                            >A moment later, you could feel a sudden rush of wetness protruding against your pelvis, and the sounds of your thrusting were immediately amplified by a wet "shlck-shlck-shlck" sound.


                                            >Sweetie was struggling to catch her breath, just barely supporting herself on the desk as her orgasm rippled through her body.

                                            >And there you were, still going, and probably making it that much harder for her.

                                            "Theree you go..." you whispered, petting her mane and only slowing yourself down slightly. "It's okay..."

                                            >Sweetie continued to twitch against you every time you hilted. Her butt would give off a little jerk upward, and all you could do was hold her down just enough to keep fucking her.

                                            >But before long, that feeling from before returned in your loins with untold fury.

                                            >It was your turn now.

                                            >Pulling your other hoof away from Sweetie's mane, you pressed both hooves into her ass cheeks, gripped them tightly—forcing another whimper from Sweetie—and began hammering into her with all the strength you had left in you.

                                            >The sudden change of pace and force took Sweetie by surprise. She sat up by her arms and winced with every thrust, weeping and panting.

                                            >Every plap of your hips against hers echoed loudly around the bedroom, and undoubtedly all throughout the Boutique.

                                            >But you didn't care about how much noise you were making.

                                            >You needed to cum inside this filly /right fucking now/.

                                            >The pressure inside you continued to build, bubbling with intensity and gnawing at your burning muscles to go harder, and you followed through.

                                            >At this point, you were practically shoving Sweetie into the desk, nearly squishing her bottom half against the corner, but you saw no sign of discomfort or pain on her face.

                                            >Instead, all you could see in her eyes was just this lustrous glimmer that made it impossible for her to focus on any one thing.

                                            >All except for you.

                                            >"P-Please cum in me..."

                                            >There was nothing you could've done to hold yourself back after hearing that.

                                            >You pushed yourself into Sweetie as deep as you could go, until you could feel your tip poking against her cervix.

                                            >And immediately after that, a heavy, animalistic growl emanated from your throat as your pent up loins let go all at once.

                                            >A sudden /wave/ of cum erupted from the tip of your cock and straight into the young filly teen.

                                            >Your vision went hazy and white, and your muscles gave out.

                                            "Nnngh, fuckkk...!!" you struggled to yell, just barely falling onto Sweetie and supporting yourself by at least one hoof.

                                            >The other stayed planted on her butt, squeezing it for dear life, though you didn't realize that right away.

                                            >As soon as the first rope of cum shot against her walls, Sweetie let out another sob of unrelenting pleasure and bucked her hips back to meet yours.

                                            >She gasped and trembled with every assault from your seed, only further emphasized with your reflective thrusting.

                                            >Before she could gasp anymore, you leaned down over her and pulled her head back, just enough for you lips to meet hers.

                                            >Of course, not before missing the first time; whether it was due to your forgotten intoxication or the overwhelming pleasure, or both, you didn't know nor care.


                                            >When you were able to finally kiss her, you didn't stop.

                                            >Every time you painted her insides with cum, you instinctively humped her, and she would weakly reach up with a hoof as if to hold you, to embrace you.

                                            >You met her halfway and held her in an awkward hug, one she accepted with glee, even as your cum began to leak down her leg.

                                            >Suddenly, Sweetie sucked in a breath through her nose and, amid the kiss, let out a small mew as a second orgasm left her kicking frantically at the air once more.

                                            >You pulled your lips away and began to nibble on one of her ears.

                                            >She whined and fussed, but you didn't relent—not that she wanted you to.

                                            >As your orgasm finally began to recede, so did the last of your energy. You collapsed on top of Sweetie Belle, doing your best not to crush her under your weight.

                                            >Her head sank to rest against the cold desk surface, while yours rested against her shoulder; the two of you spent a minute just catching your breath.

                                            >Sweetie shivered every time your warm breath washed over her back.

                                            >You kissed her shoulder, and both shoulders tensed up.

                                            >You then reached downward and kissed her cheek. You could feel a semblance of a smile on her face, but it was quickly replaced with this longing frown.

                                            >Before you could attempt to ask her what was wrong, she turned her head and kissed you on the lips again.

                                            >There was no tongue-fighting or struggle between the two of you over dominance.

                                            >She just wanted to kiss you.

                                            >After a minute of silent kissing, she pulled her lips away and rested her forehead against yours, then weakly raised a hoof to caress your cheek.

                                            >She wanted to whisper something, but was too weak or tired to get it out.

                                            >You just looked into her eyes before planting one last kiss on her lips, then on her forehead, at the base of her horn.

                                            >The two of you laid there on the desk for another minute or two. After the next loud boom of thunder from the persistent rainstorm outside, you got up and slowly pulled yourself out of the filly.

                                            >Sweetie moaned and tensed up as your softening cock slowly slid out out of her, leaving her feeling empty yet, judging from the look on her face alone, satisfied.

                                            >Your cum trailed down her leg with almost no viscosity left to it, leaving a small puddle on the floor by her right hind hoof. It dripped from the tip of your shaft.

                                            >You didn't care too much as long as none of it seeped into the carpet.

                                            >You walked to Sweetie's side, resting a hoof gently on her rear.

                                            "Hey," you called out to her softly. "Yyou good to wallk?"

                                            >Her eyes were closed, but she was still aiming in the direction of your voice.

                                            >"Mm-hmm..." she whispered, faintly nodding her head.

                                            >You quietly laughed and began nudging her off the desk.

                                            "Alrright. Come on. Let's go get you wwashed up."


                                            __________


                                            >The shower was quiet, yet relaxing.

                                            >You and Sweetie sat together, spooning each other on the floor of the bathtub, while shower water rained over you, washing every scrap of dirt and cum down the drain.

                                            >Sweetie lay in your arms, a mix of exhaustion and the alcohol taking a toll on her body.

                                            >You watched her intently if she seemed sick in any way, and you'd be there to guide her to the toilet, if need be.

                                            >Luckily, that never ended up being the case, and the two of you were able to wash off at a steady rate.

                                            >Which was until the water got cold.

                                            >A half hour later, you and Sweetie emerged from the shower, squeaky clean but now feeling the full front of exhaustion creeping up on both of you—Sweetie, especially.

                                            >You both retired back to the bedroom, where you supported and guided the young filly towards the bed, and then gently scooped her up and slid her under the covers.

                                            >She instinctively sank into the mattress and began to deeply sough, already on the verge of sleep.

                                            >It made you smile.

                                            >And yet, you hesitated, wondering if you should join her or let her be.

                                            >"Anon...?" she quietly shivered.

                                            >That settled it for you.

                                            >You slowly and carefully lifted the covers and crawled in, getting up close behind Sweetie Belle.

                                            "I'm here," you whisper in her ear as you wrap your arms around her belly. "I'm here..."

                                            >Sweetie sighed again, pressing her back up as close to you as she could. Immediately, you could feel just how warm she was in contrast to the cold of the room, even under the sheets.

                                            >Suddenly, you didn't feel so cold anymore.

                                            >With a sigh of your own, you buried your face into Sweetie's mane, reaching down to kiss her tenderly on the top of her head.

                                            >She leaned into your touch and let out a soft, almost inaudible coo.

                                            >But you could hear it just fine.

                                            >You pulled back to say goodnight, only to realize she was already asleep, snoring away in your arms.

                                            "Goodnight, Sweetie," you said anyway.

                                            >With a stretch and a yawn, you cuddled up next to Sweetie Belle and shut your eyes.

                                            >There was just one last thought that played in your head.

                                            >What happens now?

                                            >For now...

                                            >You'll sleep on it.


                                            END


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