A Sweet Gesture (Anon x Sweetie Belle) [HUMAN]

A Sweet Gesture (Anon x Sweetie Belle)

 

///"And he said, 'Celestis, thine love is strong, let not hatred fall unto you, and bring damnation. The Bond shall not falter.' And yea, she did not hear."\\\

 

 

"God dammit!"

>Your cursed lamentations fill the air as the power supply for your new computer blows out.

>You were an IT Systems Manager back on Earth, so naturally you'd find the related careers here in Equestria.

>Unfortunately, computer tech is sitting around the late ninties with tons of different standards and profiles that didn't correlate to anything from home.

>One of which appears to be voltages. Apparently, 120V is simply too much for today's computers.

>"Anonymous, take a break, dude! You've been working on this for hours!"

>Spike, one of the single coolest fucking dudes in the world, tries desperately to cool your head.

>It's true, this one project has been a real pain. You could use a little break.

>Planting a grateful hand on his head, careful not to mess up his spiked hair, you thank him.

"Yeah, you're right. I should probably rest. Thanks, buddy."

>"Hey, knock it off! I ain't a kid anymore!"

"Yeah, but you're still my top bud. That isn't gonna change any time soon."

>It's true, in the show Spike was nothing more than a child. But here, he's a 15 year old human boy.

>Orphaned from birth. Rough shit. You're glad Twilight was strong enough to care for him.

>That's one of the reasons you like Twilight so much. She raised a good man.

>Speaking of Twilight...

>"Anon, what happened? Another blowout?"

"Yeah. I just can't seem to figure out how to power this. It's a lot easier in Canterlot, that's for sure."

>"Canterlot's infrastructure is a fair bit more advanced than Ponyville's, Anon. You might have better luck doing your work there."

"That's the thing, I want it to work here! Maybe I could build an APC to help level out the power, or something."

"For right now though, I'm taking a break."

>She smiled softly at you and gives you a big hug.

>"Alright. Tell you what, why don't you take the day off? You've been working pretty hard this week."

>You HAVE been working pretty hard.

>And she IS a qt3.14.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Twi."

>After returning her hug, and performing the secret bro ritual of departing with Spike, you take your leave of the library and head out into town.

>The fresh air fills your lungs. You feel a little better already.

>Despite Equestria's level of technology, they have always taken incredible care of the world around them. The thousands of cars that fly across the country's roads

>produce about one tenth of the pollution a modern car from home did.

>Even then, Cloudsdale's weather control magic makes careful use of the clouds to absorb and remove pollutants from the air, resulting in an atmosphere cleaner than anywhere back on Earth.

>Absorbed in thought, you fail to watch where you're going and walk face first into the outer wall of Davenport's Quills and Sofas.

>weird store combination, but the work he does is great.

>Rubbing your now sore nose, you take notice of a strange noise eminating from the alley behind Davenport's place.

>It sounds like...

>Soft sobbing? That's not good.

>You decide to walk back there to see what the deal is.

>Crime is rare in Equestria, but it exists.

>Rape tends to be the most common of capital crimes here, so you prepare yourself for the worst.

>And possibly a fight.

>You carefully slide into the alley, taking note of your footsteps, so as to not alert an assailant.

>But instead, you see Sweetie Belle, Rarity's sister, slumped against the wall, knees to her face and tears falling to the ground.

>No signs of injury or assault, but you tread carefully, regardless.

 

"Sweetie Belle? Are you-"

 

>You don't get to finish your sentence. Sweetie, startled, blasted you with a heaping dose of magic, and you fly into the opposite wall.

 

>"Oh my Celestia! Anon! Oh, no, I'm sorry!"

>Yeah, it hurt a bit, but more the impact with the wall than anything.

>You're upside down against the wall, a crick in your neck.

"Well, hello to you too."

>You punctuate your statement with a smile. No harm, no foul.

>After Sweetie helps you right yourself, you gently, but firmly grasp her arm.

"Sweetie Belle, I saw you crying. What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"

>" I wasnt! I...no. No one hurt me..Well, not on purpose, I guess."

>You raise an eyebrow.

> "It's not like that! It's just, my boyfriend; He left me for Silver Spoon!"

> "That.. that slut! She always gets the..."

>She can't finish her sentence as fresh tears flow, her voice choking.

>You're quick to embrace her.

>You stand a head over most people here, and Sweetie Belle doubly so. You're well over a foot taller than her.

>Plus, you've been working out a lot since you got here, and the final result leaves you looking a bit more like Adonis than you'd ever thought you'd look.

>So, Sweetie has plenty of shoulder to cry onto.

>You lean your head onto hers, enjoying the scent of Rarity's shampoos.

>She cries in your arms for a good 15 minutes.

>After she finally regains her composure, she opts to stay in your arms.

>"I...*snif* thanks, Anon."

"It's no problem, Sweetie."

>You're several years older than her. Sweetie still in High School, you having finished college.

>She's legal, technically speaking, but cradling Sweetie Belle in an alley might give some people the wrong idea.

"Come on, let's head over to your place. Rarity is still in Canterlot, right? We should get back before she returns."

"If she found out about you huddling in an alleyway, you'd never hear the end of it."

>This elicits a giggle from her. It makes you feel a little warm and tingly inside.

>"Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea."

>You and Sweetie Belle walk to the boutique. Over the trip, she tells you about her boyfriend's betrayal, falling for that insipid cunt Silver Spoon.

>You hope that fucker gets herpes or some shit.

>Eventually, you find yourself sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Belle to change and clean up.

>You're listening to some vaportrap on your phone when she re-enters the room, wearing little more than panties and an oversized shirt.

>She looks tired, but significantly more relaxed than before.

>You pour her a glass of tea, which she gingerly accepts as she walks with you to the living room.

>You sit on the couch with Sweetie Belle, talking about basically nothing for a good two hours.

>Eventually, Sweetie Belle is resting against your arm, wrapping an arm around in a calm embrace.

>The position leaves her purple panties clearly visible, accentuating her long, slender legs.

>You try not to focus on it, instead choosing to enjoy the hug.

>"You're a really good friend, Anon. I see why Twilight likes you so much."

>At first, she seems almost enthusastic about what she said, but the very instant she finishes, Sweetie lowers her head and mumbles something you can't make out.

"What was that, Sweetie?"

>She removes her face from your side, and looks you in the eye.

>She can't maintain contact for long, and breaks the stare a few short seconds later.

>"I wish I had someone as nice as you.."

>You're unsure how to take that.

"I'd say you've got me right here, Sweetie Belle."

>"That's not what I-"

>She seems stunned for a moment.

>"-mean."

>She looks back up at you.

 

>Wait, shit, you might have fucked that up.

>Next thing you know, her lips press against yours, and her arms wrap around your head in a wild grab.

>You want to resist, but you're still unsure about the whole situation.

>Sweetie sits up, and swings over, straddling you in your lap.

>She breaks the kiss for a brief moment.

>You place your hands on her hips to try and get a word in edgewise, but Sweetie takes it as the go-ahead.

>She's in your face again, tongue begging to be let in.

>Despite your better judgement, you comply.

>"Feeling particularly voracious today, Sweetie?"

>Your heart drops through the fucking floor as Rarity's voice presents itself from the living room doorway.

>The two of you turn to look at the fashionista.

>Instead of finding an enraged, protective sister, you find Rarity sweetly smiling at the two of you.

>"Go easy on him, Sweetie. Twilight still needs him to work."

>She says this as she winks, and slinks off back into the boutique.

>You simply can't believe what's going on.

>Things are moving ten times faster than you're accustomed to.

>While it is true there is a huge disparity between males and females in Equestria, the ratio being three females for every one male, it still doesn't explain the sheer level of aggression here.

>You really don't wanna do something you'll both regret.

>She's in pain, and you feel like you're taking advantage of that.

>A swell of regret grips your heart.

"Sweetie, wait."

>She stops sucking your face, if only for a moment.

"I'm not sure if this is a good-"

>"Anonymous, please. I need this. Just this once. For a friend?"

>"I am your friend, right?"

"Of course! I love you like family, Sweetie, but-"

>She stops you with another deep kiss. She tastes sweet, duh, but only mildly so. Not like that one time Pinkie kissed you.

>"Please? Just once?"

>Dammit. Your mind flashes Rarity's wink, then back to her crying in the alley.

>You still feel like you're taking advantage of her, but less so.

>You'll let time decide.

>Right now, though, there is a girl in need of a good fucking.

>You smile. That's all Sweetie needed to see. She drags you up off of the couch, and leads you up the stairs to her room.

>Rarity takes a moment to pull you aside as Sweetie gets ready in her room.

>"Darling, I know this must feel..awkward... but I can tell she needs a little love."

>Rarity kisses you gently on the cheek.

>"Twilight will understand. I know how you feel about her."

>You're still nervous, some concerning the age gap, some concerning Sweetie's mental state.

>"She's a little inexperienced, so you'll need to guide her."

>"Now, get in there and rock her world. I know you have it in you."

>She firmly slaps your ass and pushes you towards Sweetie's door.

>It might be best to turn off emotions for now, because they're all over the damned place right now.

>Right now, you envy Data.

>Taking a moment to collect yourself, you-

>"Wait!"

>Rarity turns you around by the shoulder.

>She then rips your damned shirt open, revealed your toned chest.

>"There. Gotta make an entrance, hun."

>That almost seemed out of character for her, but whatever. Sweetie poon waits beyond that door.

>You loosen your tie and let it droop loosely over your exposed front.

>Preemptively loosening your belt, you open the door.

 

>Keeping your game face on now requires the majority of your mental capacity, as you find Sweetie Belle laying on her bed, nude, legs spread.

>She's leaning against her headboard, giving you bedroom eyes.

>She runs both hands, slowly, over her tender womanhood, biting her lip in the process.

>If you didn't have a boner before, you've certainly got one now.

>Her pert C cup breasts are highlighted perfectly by the soft lighting from the window.

>Entering the room, you gingerly close the door behind you.

>Sweetie shoots up at lightning speed, and before you know it, she's on her knees in front of you, working to get your pants off.

>You're forced to lean against a wall as she slowly pulls down on your slacks.

>She's savoring the moment, ensuring her thumb is hooked behind your boxers so as to remove them along with your outer garment.

>A quiet moan escapes her as she comes to the base of your member.

>Before any more is exposed, she leans into you, pressing her mouth and nose against your base.

>Her increasingly hot breath slithers it's way down, carressing the rest of your manhood and tickling your balls.

>A cute kiss and a giggle mark her continuation, and she begins pulling your pants down the rest of the way.

>Her eyes grow wider as more and more of your dong is revealed to her.

>Finally, it's free, and it plants itself on her nose.

>She adorably scrunches her nose as she eyes the rest of you with a growing hunger and curiosity.

>She wraps one of her small, tender hands around it.

>You can hear her inhale, and shakily exhale, prompting her free hand to wander down below.

>She begins slowly, carefully stroking your shaft,her now searing breath dancing across your skin.

>You can vaguely hear a quiet squishing. She's barely moving her hand at all, she must be soaked!

>She's been stroking at it for a few minutes now, having lost herself in pleaure.

>It's time to take charge, here.

 

>Using a free hand, you carefully edge your cock closer and closer to her mouth.

>Fortunately, Sweetie is a quick study and picks up on your need.

>She smooches the head, once, twice, ohhh my.

>Her lips are playing with your sensitive tip, each kiss leaving a bit more saliva than the last.

>She then takes her tongue and twirls it all around, lapping at the massively sensitive rim with each revolution.

>The sensations prove too much, and your hips buck forward an inch.

>This was just enough to firmly plant the head of your member in her mouth.

>She playfully giggles, mouth still full. The vibration of her feminine voice echoing around your shaft.

>You subconciously bite your lip, trying to maintain emotional control.

>For an "inexperienced" girl, she can turn you into putty at a moments notice.

>Maybe it runs in the family-

> DO HO, SHOTS FIRED

>Your train of thought is promptly interuppted by Sweetie's throat pressing against your head.

>Holy shit.

>You can't help but moan yourself. It was faint, but Sweetie picked up on it.

>She starts bobbing on your cock, her normally cute, now wildly attractive curls of hair bobbing along with her.

>She won't be able to go any farther, but she's doing great with what she can do.

>You're going to blow your load, soon, if you can't stop her.

"I, ah, Sweetie Belle..."

>Your cock pops out of her mouth, and she looks up at you with curious eyes.

>Taking charge once more, you stand her up and guide her to the bed, planting gentle kisses on her neck as you go.

>You're quite thankful Sweetie sleeps in a Queen, or otherwise you probably wouldn't be able to do this.

>You trail your kisses down her body, slowly and sensually.

>You pay special attention to her nipples, gently suckling for a moment before continuing on your way.

>You brush past her navel and drag your hands down along her sides

>Finally, you come to what you've been waiting to see.

>Sweetie's womanhood is flush with arousal, her clit visible between her petite folds.

>You breathe down over it before planting a long kiss on her love button.

>Sweetie moans and arches her back in response to your tenderness.

>You kiss up and down over her pussy, playing at her petals with the tip of your tongue.

>You wonder if her hymen's been broken or not. The thought of popping her cherry fills you with guilt, but still arouses you.

>You almost hope she's pure.

>You can't wait any more. You have to do this now before any of your reservations try to stop you.

 

"Ready, Sweetie Belle?"

>She bites her lip in response, and spreads her flower.

>Her juices flow freely now, her body trembling in anticipation.

>Propping yourself up, you place your manhood at her entrance, prodding it carefully and slowly, so as to not hurt her.

>You bring your eyes to hers, and as you press into her, you seal your lips against her own.

>Slowly still you fill her honeypot, letting her adjust to your girth.

>You felt minimal resistance, meaning her hymen is broken. In a way, you are relieved. And yet, dissapointed.

>You bottom out before you can hilt, leaving a quarter of your manhood exposed.

>You try to let her get used to you, but she starts grinding against you, desperate for more.

>So, you oblige.

>You pull out, slowly, but thrust back into her.

>As gently as you can, you begin pumping in and out of her.

>But the fragrance of your love making reaches the two of you, and you are driven wild.

>Soon enough, you're pounding her.

>You, for a moment, fear for her well being.

>But the dumb grin on her face coupled with her squeals of ecstasy quell that worry.

>You prop your weight up on your right arm, and use your left to massage her breasts.

>Her hands are locked behind your head,legs wrapping around your form.

>You surprise her with a sharp slap on her rear, elicitng a yelp.

>Woops, you might have hur-

>"Oh, Celestia! Again! Again! More!"

>OH BABY

>Complying with her request

>demand

>You slap her ass again, this time keeping your palm pressed against it.

>The slight jiggle you feel rippling through her leg makes you even hornier.

>Now you're spanking the girl, pounding at her precious rose, and nibbling at her neck.

>"Yes! Yes, fuck yes!"

>Her voice is loud.

>Very loud.

>It hurts your ears, but dammit you want more!

>So, you bite into her neck with a little more force than simply a nibble.

>Not enough to cause damage, or even much pain, mind you, but it does something wonderful.

>"I, ahhh! I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming! Celestia, yes! Ahh!"

>She's a screamer. Hot damn.

>You deeply groan as you're surprised by your own orgasm, pumping your seed deep into her.

>Pulse after pulse of your cum fills Sweetie Belle.

>She's groaning, moaning and squealing as her climax takes total control.

>You pull yourself out of her, placing one last tender kiss on her lips.

>Rolling onto your back, you pull Sweetie to your side, and she cuddles up against you, bathing in the afterglow.

>Not the longest fuck session you've ever had.

 

>Short and sweet, though.

>One of your better fucks, really.

[spoiler] not that you've had many to begin with [/spoiler]

>Out of the corner of your eye, you can spot a purple curl retreating behind the door you THOUGHT you closed.

>Naughty, naughty girls.

>Before you know it, you pass out, falling into a wonderful dream.

 

>When you wake up, you find 3 hours have passed, and it's the late afternoon.

>Sweetie is still asleep, head resting on your chest.

>You slither and slide out of bed, careful not to wake her.

 

>You get as dressed as you can, considering most of the buttons on your shirt have been damaged.

>It's good enough, and you exit Sweetie Belle's room, quietly closing the door behind you.

>Still a little woozy, you drunkenly find your way back into the living room, to find Rarity asleep on the couch.

>You can smell what she was doing earlier. No surprise, though.

>You're about to leave when you hear Rarity call out for you.

 

>"Anon?"

"Yes, Rarity?"

>"Thank you."

>You turn to give her a wink of your own.

>Miss Marshmelodrama pretends to faint onto the couch, fluttering her eyes as she went.

"I'll see you later, Rarara."

>You leave the boutique, and head back to the Library.

 

>A day has passed, and you're back to work at Golden Oaks.

>You're fiddling with the power supply again, trying desperately to find a way to regulate power more efficently.

>Your thoughts are interuppted by a tap on the shoulder.

>Turning around, you see Twilight holding a piece of paper, and eyeing you suspiciously.

 

>"You have a bill from Carousel. 350 bits for some bedsheets?"

 

>Oy vey.