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Three years after first Ingress

"John, John!" Sweetie Belle squealed, bouncing agitatedly as she bolted the length of the road after the human.

John slowed his steps, peering back over his shoulder at the diminutive pony.

Sweetie Belle Skidded to a stop on the street behind him, panting faintly.

John turned, raising a brow at the filly. He had interacted with Sweetie Belle and the rest of the Cutie Mark Crusaders on occasion, when one of their schemes to attain cutie marks had caused them all to cross paths. Strangely, the filly seemed to be alone.

"I need your help!" Sweetie Belle panted, starting to bounce in place in agitation. "My sister is going to be so maaaad..."

John wrinkled his nose slightly, rubbing a palm against his forehead. "What would you need my help for?"

Sweetie Belle gave a soft whine of apprehension, her ears pinning back. "Just... come with me!" Without waiting for a response, Sweetie Belle reached up and grabbed his hand, tugging at it with a surprisingly strong grasp, starting to lead him forcefully down the street.

John gave a long sigh, allowing himself to be lead down the street, forcefully tugged along by the little filly. "I honestly don't see why you'd need my help..."

"Because you're a human!" Sweetie Belle said with an emphatic nod, tugging his arm a little more firmly.

In moments, they were in front of the Carousel Boutique. Sweetie Belle wasted no time in pushing the door open and literally shoving him inside, slipping in the door herself and slamming it shut behind her.

The inside of the Carousel Boutique was in a state of disarray. Sheets of fabric were sitting on the floor, ribbons were unrolled, and precious gemstones were scattered across the floor like so much candy.

"What the hell happened in here?" John asked blankly.

"I was uhm... practising magic..." Sweetie Belle said with an averted gaze. "I wanted to surprise my sister when she got home..."

"Got home?" John asked, raising a brow back at the filly.

"Scootaloo, Applebloom, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash are all off visiting the Crystal Empire!" Sweetie Belle said with a huff, pursing her lips. "They won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. So I'm stuck here."

"How come you're not with them?" John queried.

"Because I didn't want to go. So I'm stuck here looking after Opalescence until she gets back," Sweetie Belle explained with a frown.

"That sucks," John sympathised. "But... I really don't see what you need me for with all of this... mess. Surely you can clean this up yourself?"

"But it's a huge mess!" Sweetie Belle said with a shake of her head.

"And you needed me... why?" John asked with a heavy sigh.

"Because you don't know Rarity!" Sweetie Belle explained with an earnest nod. "You won't tell her that I made a giant mess!"

John sighed and shook his head, rubbing a palm against his forehead. "Faultless logic, surely."

"Help me clean it up!" Sweetie Belle demanded, stamping a hoof and then reaching for a pile of ribbons, picking them up in a hoof and starting to stuff them into their relevant slots, completely messily.

John shook his head slowly. "You're doing it wrong," he pointed out, dropping to one knee and tugging out the length of ribbon, starting to roll them back into neat coils.

Sweetie Belle's eyes widened, and she gave a faint shudder. "But that'll take ages to clean them up and roll them up!"

John shrugged his shoulders. "Either that or Rarity finds out you trashed her workshop. And not for the first time from what I heard."

Sweetie Belle wrinkled her nose deeply. "But... I... fine!" With a huff, she stepped underneath, reaching to grab some of the ribbons and start rolling them up. Straightening up just slightly, her back and rump pushed right up against his stomach, puffy tail wiggling against his chest almost innocently.

John resisted the urge to squirm away, frowning down at the filly for a long moment. "What are you doing?"

"Do you mind?" Sweetie Belle asked, staring up at him. "I'm rolling up these ribbons!"

John nodded at that, frowning just slightly, picking up another ribbon and starting to roll it neatly up, stuffing it back into the pigeonhole it had come from.

Sweetie Belle hummed happily to herself, rolling up another ribbon and then straightening up to push it into the pigeonhole, the change in the angle of her body grinding her rump quite deliberately between his thighs.

John leapt backwards clumsily at that, sprawling clumsily on his butt. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Sweetie Belle stared at him over her shoulder, tail giving an agitated flick. "I'm rolling up ribbons," she said with a smug smile.

"Oh don't even give me that garbage, you know exactly what you're doing," John accused, eyes narrowing at the filly.

Sweetie Belle paused at that, lifting a hoof to her chin in a thoughtful expression, before her eyes narrowed back at him mischievously. "And if I do...?"

John blinked once at that, a warmth rising around his ears and neck. "I... I... well..." he trailed off, staring at the filly, and then looked away. "We should get all this cleaned up."

"We should," Sweetie Belle said, starting to roll up the ribbons quite neatly, stuffing them into the pigeonholes with a speed that was quite at odds with her usual clumsy self.

Once the ribbons were all cleaned up, Sweetie Belle moved onto the gemstones, picking them up one-by-one and dropping them into a container. John watched her out of the corner of one eye, as he picked up squares of fabric and slid them neatly back into their rack.

Sweetie Belle moved behind him, her expression turning rather wicked as she deliberately stepped on a tube filled with blue ink, causing it to squirt up over her chest.

"Oh no!" Sweetie Belle screeched, flailing her forehooves. "I-it's in my fur! Get it out get it out get it out!" she wailed, rubbing her hooves against her chest and just smearing the blue ink through her fur even worse, spreading it down over her stomach.

John turned, peering over his shoulder at her, frowning. "Stop rubbing it!"

"But it's in my fur!" Sweetie Belle wailed, collapsing into a heap and crying faintly.

John gave a long-suffering sigh, pursing his lips and shaking his head, before he scooped up the filly. "Fine, where's the bathroom?"

"Up there!" Sweetie Belle said, pointing with a hoof towards the stairs leading to the upper story of the building.

John carried the little filly upstairs, and then into the bathroom, depositing her in the tub. "Run a bath, and I'll find something to make you less... blue."

"Okay!" Sweetie Belle said brightly, reaching up for the taps and turning on the hot water immediately.

John, for his part, turning uncertainly and dropped to one knee to begin searching through the cupboard under the sink for any kind of cleaning agent that would work well. A bottle of Mr Mensers Magical Malady Mender (Plus!) was sitting at the front of the cupboard, and he chose that.

Sweetie Belle was busy tilting the taps to get the right temperature, and then splaying in the water happily, instantly turning it a cloudy shade of bright, vibrant blue.

John shook his head, reaching down and tugging out the plug, pushing the filly towards the spray of water. "You need a good rinse before you just fill the tub up, otherwise you're going to end up blue all over."

"Oh... right!" Sweetie Belle said, pushing herself down towards the taps, carefully arranging herself on her back, spreading her hindlegs for balance and grasping the tap with her forehooves, letting it spray across her stomach.

John swallowed hard at the (unintentionally?) alluring arrangement of the filly's pose, blinking once. "A-ahhh... yeah, that'll work," he muttered, dropping to one knee again and then squirting a measure of the peculiar pink liquid over Sweetie Belle's chest and stomach. "Now uhm... just rub it all in."

Sweetie Belle stared up at him for a long moment, biting her bottom lip and then pushing her hooves in under the spray of water, locking her eyes with his own as she started to rub sensually up and down the length of her chest and stomach. "Like this?"

John felt his mouth go dry, and he gave a helpless nod. "A-ah yeah like that."

"Is something the matter?" Sweetie Belle asked innocently, ears perking up at him.

John gave a slightly nervous laugh and then shook his head. "Not particularly..." he murmured, as he watched the filly rubbing her hooves over her chest and stomach so provocatively. "I am so going to jail."

"Jail?" Sweetie Belle asked, cocking her head to the side curiously. "You say that like you think I'd tell anyone..."

"Tell anyone that I gave you a bath?" John offered with a faint wheeze.

Sweetie Belle shook her head slowly, a mischievous grin spreading across her muzzle. "You know that isn't what is going to happen."

"B-but..."

Sweetie Belle giggled innocently, placing a hoof over his mouth to stop him from speaking. "I'm clean," she pointed out, rolling onto her hooves and stretching out lazily. "Now dry me."

John nodded once, reaching for a towel while Sweetie Belle turned off the taps. He draped the towel over her shoulders and back, starting to scrub her little form from her horn down to her hooves. The white towel came away faintly blue with the final remnants of the ink, leaving the filly slightly puffy but clean and white.

Humming happily to herself, Sweetie Belle slipped out the bathroom and towards her sister's room, throwing herself up onto the bed, stretching out on her back lazily, and then gazing towards the door. "Oh John!" she called. "It's time for your reward!"

John peered around the doorway after a few moments, staring in at the room.

Sweetie Belle was up on the bed, in as alluring of a pose as she could attain, one of her hindlegs stretched out at just the right angle to reveal the slightly pink lips of the filly cunt.

John swallowed hard, unable to help but stare for several long seconds.

"Well, are you coming?" Sweetie Belle asked, licking her lips innocently.

"W-why do I get the feeling that you're going to be asking me that again before this is over?" John asked weakly.

"Because you're clever," Sweetie Belle said with a faint giggle, green eyes narrowing at him. "Now come over here. Your reward is waiting."

John unwillingly stepped closer to the bed, standing awkwardly at the end of it.

Sweetie Belle gave a soft little purr, sliding her forehooves slowly down the length of her form, pushing one between her legs to lightly touch at her soft little filly cunny. "What are you waiting for?"

"Keep hoping my conscience will kick in," John admitted with a weak laugh.

"You can deal with that later, after," Sweetie Belle said, a surprising note of command entering her voice. Her horn glowed with that same peculiar green colour of her eyes, and he felt a powerful magical force pushing at the small of his back. He stumbled, landing on his knees in front of her, his face suddenly level with that soft pink filly cunt, his eyes widening.

A low purr left Sweetie Belle, and she clasped her hindhooves around the back of his neck, drawing him even closer, until his nose bumped up against her lower stomach and his mouth was pressed between her thighs. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you what to do..."

John shook his head, taking a deep breath, finding his senses suddenly inundated with the scent of a clean filly with an undertone of aroused filly. He gave a shudder, and then reached up with his hands, grasping her rump to hold her in place before dragging a slow lick across the exposed filly cunt in front of him.

Sweetie Belle gave a squeal of delight, her back arching, curling around to dig her forehooves into his hair and pull him against her eagerly, her hindlegs spreading even further. "O-oo! That feels good!"

John felt warmth rising to his cheeks even though all the blood in his body seemed to be heading somewhere entirely different. His right palm gripped around her upper 'thigh', thumb lightly rubbing up and down her inner thigh, before he pushed it down to lightly touch at the firm, but impossibly soft outer lips of the tight cunny, applying just enough pressure to spread her open. Without hesitation, he dragged another lick against her, this time pushing up between the slightly spread outer lips, to let his soft tongue rub across the smooth, velvety inner flesh.

Sweetie Belle gave a soft whimper, her horn glowing faintly as she jerked with the sensation of the lick, her soft little pussy clenching faintly at his tongue as it laved across her inner flesh, causing a buildup of her sweet liquids to start.

John lapped at her all the more intently as he tasted the first of her liquids, his other thumb pressing in to spread her even further, parting the lips of the soft cunt for his viewing pleasure. One of his index fingers slid up and down the length of her parted pussy, before starting to sink into her. His eyes widened as he felt the velvety inner flesh at first squeezing intently around him, before relaxing and permitted access to the filly's body, stretching slowly around the intrusion with the occasional powerful squeeze.

"H-holy fuck," John breathed, feeling slightly lightheaded, before he leaned in and closed his lips over the filly's clit and suckled firmly.

Sweetie Belle bit her bottom lip, arching and whimpering in delight, grinding her hips towards his mouth eagerly, hooves grasping his head to pull him against her eagerly. John was only too happy to comply, sinking that digit a little deeper inside her, pushing it into the snug foal cunt and then beginning to slowly work it back and forth within her.

"Y-yes!" Sweetie Belle whimpered, a hoof twining in his short hair as he rocked and humped her hips towards his mouth in earnest, her horn starting to shine intensely. "H-harder!"

John complied without hesitation, added a second digit to the squeezing, impossibly tight filly cunt, working against the tightness to thrust his digits into her again and again, pressing them nice and deep. His tongue swirled against her clit again and again, before he suckled at her powerfully.

Sweetie Belle arched against him, her horn glowing with a vivid, clear green light, her hindlegs spasming against his cheeks as she wrapped them around him firmly, holding him in place. A slick gush of her sweet liquids spilled from around his fingers, dribbling fitfully down to make a mess of her two-tone tail.

John smiled up at her, gently swirling his tongue along her clit, fingers working back and forth within that tight, squeezing cunt, enjoying the sensation of her soft insides clenching around it in reflexive spasms.

Sweetie Belle gave a low groan and splayed out on her back, giving an incoherent sentence in his direction, a forehoof pawing at the air lazily.

"Didn't quite catch that," John said, rising to his feet, grinning down at her, licking his lips.

"Take off your pants," Sweetie Belle panted, lifting her head to stare at him, eyes narrowing slowly.

"Yes Ma'am," John said sarcastically, reaching down to undo the button and zipper of his pants, before pushing them down around his ankles, stepping out of them.

Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up as she caught sight of his cock springing free of its prison. She stared at it for several long seconds, licking her lips hungrily. "C'mere..." she whispered hoarsely.

John paused at that, blinking once. "I'm already here."

"Climb up onto the bed!" Sweetie Belle hissed, a surprisingly fierce note entering her tone.

John complied, crawling up onto the bed, knees on either side of her haunches. "This is kinda an awkward position."

"Shush," Sweetie Belle purred, her forehooves coming up to grasp his hips, even as she curled and opening her mouth, consuming the first several inches of his cock in a single swooping movement.

John arched helplessly, almost losing his balance as he felt the filly sinking her muzzle over his cock, spreading her jaws around the first third of it.

Sweetie Belle gave a muffled sound of delight around her mouthful of man meat, purring faintly in the back of her throat, causing a divine vibrating sensation that translated perfectly through her tongue as she idly swirled it against the underside of his member.

With a soft, lusty little growl, Sweetie Belle tugged on his hips, urging him to move.

John wasted no time in starting to slowly roll his hips, shuddering at the sensation of his stiff cock sinking a little deeper into the filly's muzzle, pressing against the amazingly soft tongue and grinding towards the back of her throat.

Sweetie Belle gave another muffled sound around his member, gagging faintly before she pulled back, panting for air and idly lapping at the tip of his cock, before slowing her movements. Her tongue swirled slowly along the tip of his length, caressing it with the impossibly soft surface of her tongue, making it wet and shiny with her saliva.

"J-jesus Christ," John murmured, staring down at the filly, watching her display with rapt attention.

Sweetie Belle giggled innocently, swirling her tongue around him once more, before parting her soft lips and taking him back into her willing muzzle, lightly starting to bob on him. Her forehooves squeezed around his hips a little more firmly, urging him to start moving again.

John panted faintly in delight as he started to lightly hump into the filly's mouth, sliding back and forth slowly, rolling his hips to work the stiffened member against her tongue.

Sweetie Belle seemed to pick up on how much he loved the sensation of her soft little tongue on his length, and tilted her head to the left, so that he could grinding directly across the expanse of her tongue. She swallowed around him intently as a dribble of precum spilled onto her tongue, and she gave a muffled sound of surprise and delight at the taste.

John panted harder, one of his hands finding her horn, helplessly grasping around it as he humped firmly into the filly's muzzle, resisting the urge to shove himself down her throat.

Sweetie Belle was one step ahead of him, a hoof wrapping up over his lower back and tugging on him powerfully, sinking inch after inch of his cock into her mouth and right down her throat. The little filly gagged at first, and then started to swallow on reflex, causing a repeated, firm tugging sensation around the tip of John's aching cock.

"S-Sweetie, stop!" John gasped, the hand on her horn now trying to push her muzzle away from his cock, even as the entire stiff length of flesh started to throb in warning.

Sweetie Belle was having none of it though, tilting her head from one side to the other, each motion causing a delightful friction around his embedded member. With her nose buried in his ground, she slowly looked up at him, and then smiled.

John gasped helplessly, his entire form spasming as he suddenly emptied himself into the filly's throat. Burst after burst of urgent spunk fired from his tip, spilling directly into her throat again and again.

Sweetie Belle gave a gasp of surprise, and tugged backwards, mouth wide open as she pulled off his member, catching a spurt across her tongue that almost filled her little mouth entirely. The next burst caught across her cheek, and she panted for air, before diving back down over him, holding his tip in her mouth and moaning faintly as the rest of his eager volleys sprayed across the inside of her mouth again and again.

John came down from his orgasm with a low groan, head spinning, chest heaving, slowly tilting to stare down at the filly.

Sweetie Belle smiled up at him innocently, now proudly wearing a line of his spunk across her face, and swirled her tongue against his tip, before locking her eyes with his own. Quite deliberately, she paused and then swallowed slowly, letting him watch and feel her swallowing down his spunk.

After three thick swallows, she pulled back and then laid there, panting, mouth open slightly, giving a breathless giggle. "That tasted good..." she purred, peering up at him.

John was reeling, both from his orgasm and from the sheer depravity of the little foal that had just seduce him.

Sweetie Bell slid her hooves up and down his sides slowly, and then spread her hindlegs deliberately, peering down at herself. "Do you think... it would feel as good down there?"

"Oh sweet Jesus yes," John attested, nodding earnestly.

"Show me," Sweetie Belle purred, stretching out on her back lazily, watching him with narrowed eyes.

John carefully stepped off her form, standing on shaky legs and staring down at the exposed filly.

Sweetie Belle purred faintly, spreading her hindlegs even further in invitation, sliding a hoof down across her soft stomach and rubbing slowly at the pink cunt. "Don't keep me waiting."

John nodded jerkily, taking a step forwards, the bed just a shade too low for perfect alignment. His still-hard length naturally rested on her stomach, between her thighs, the underside resting on the soft filly pussy. "Are you sure about this?"

Sweetie Belle nodded rapidly. "Yes! Do it!"

John nodded, and then bent his knees just a little, drawing back so that his cock slid down the length of her little cunt, and then ground right up against the base. Even though he'd had two of his fingers buried in it just minutes before, it was still tight.

"D-don't be gentle! You're not going to break me!" Sweetie Belle panted, grasping at his hips fitfully with her forehooves. "Fuck me!"

John leant over her further, resting on knee against the bed and then heaving his hips forwards, grinding himself against her even harder, spreading her around him suddenly. After the initial resistance was overcome, several inches of his stiff length just slid right into the little filly, burying inside the snug warmth of her eager cunt.

Sweetie Belle arched and whimpered in delight, forehooves scrabbling against his chest as her hips rolled on reflex.

Inch after eager inch of stiff human cock sank into the tight filly funbox, spreading her around the hard flesh. John ground his hips against her slowly, working back and forth just a tiny amount. Sweetie Belle's tail was wriggling madly, twitching back and forth, the soft strands tickling against his balls. He could feel the soft fur of her inner thighs against his hips, and the velvety, squeezing inner flesh clenching around each and every inch of him that was buried in her.

With a faint groan, John put more of his weight on the bed, leaning over the accepting filly and starting to firmly rock his hips, sliding back and then shoving forwards, feeling his tip grinding against and spreading her inner flesh open. The entire surface of his stiff cock was subjected to the squeezing, rippling filly nethers with each firm thrust, tight, velvety inner flesh clenching around him in earnest.

Sweetie Belle's forehooves gripped around his neck, and her back arched, her horn starting to glow again, even as she buried her nose in the side of his neck and whispered naughty things into his ear. "F-fuck me harder! Faster! Screw me deeper!"

John was only too happy to comply, grasping her hips with his hands, palms resting where her cutie mark would be, even as he started to hump and thrust firmly into her tight body. With a soft groan, he pushed in as deep as he could, feeling himself finally hilt inside the tight little filly, her cunt spread right down to the base of his aching cock.

Sweetie Belle fairly screamed, squeezing around his neck tightly with her forehooves as she arched and quivered, her entire form shuddering as her depths squeezed around him intently, clenching and rippling eagerly. A slick dribble of her liquids lubricated his motions, before spilling down over the base of her tail.

"F-fuck!" John growled, one of his arms pushing underneath her, holding around her lower back as he started to hump and thrust into her body in earnest, rapidly approaching his second peak. He thrust into the tight filly hard and fast, rocking her back and forth with the strength of his motions, each deep thrust sinking himself in her until his tip was crammed up against her deepest barrier, utterly filling the little filly.

Sweetie Belle screamed again, biting at the side of his neck lustfully as she quivered in orgasm, clenching around him roughly, the velvety soft inner walls of her moist cunt squeezing around him intently.

John roared in delight as he buried himself deep inside the tight filly, clenching her tight against him, holding her against him as burst after burst of his spunk spilled deep inside her, rapidly coating her depths in his sticky cum. A slow dribble of the mess started to seep from out of her overstuffed cunt, drooling slowly down over the base of her tail in a mixture of his and her own cum.

John shuddered and held himself against her for several more moments, before he relaxed and gasped, pulling himself out of her squeezing cunt. A slick dribble of mixed liquids spilled from out of her tight little filly cunt. He groaned faintly and then rolled to the side, resting on his back and staring at the ceiling, chest heaving.

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A satisfied filly stood at the bedroom window of Carousel Boutique, watching the human stumbling down the road.

Next door, the pony that was looking after Opalescence yelled something muffled before a plate shattered as the unruly feline evaded capture again.

Sweetie Belle just smiled as she watched the retreating form of the human. Her eyes glowed green for a moment, before she slid back down out of sight.

Humans were too easy.