Title:           Foalsitting; Part II
Author:          Metals
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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of June 2012 07:25:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 20th of June 2012 07:25:52 PM CDT

You're just finishing up scrubbing the oven out, getting rid of all the pieces of burnt cereal and the milk that she somehow congealed into a thick puddle.
'I ate this, this is inside of me now.' You throw off the nauseating thought and continue to clean. You're just about done scraping the thick ash off the door when you hear the clanging of the bell in the store. Running over in your fluffy apron, you prepare to explain that Rarity is out of town and that the store is closed for the next two days; that preparation quickly becoming worthless, as there's no one there. Stumped, you turn around as see what originally looks like a black cat.
 
"Shoo, get out of here!" You grab a broom and poke it gently.
 
"Ouch!" You stare incredulously at the tiny pony in front of you, her eyes the only give-away to her identity.
 
"Sweetie Bell?! What the heck happened to you?" She nervously claps her front hooves together, her eyes looking anywhere but at you.
 
"Um, well Scootaloo said that maybe we could be Cutie-Mark Coal Miners! So we went into the mines, and then Applebloom found these neat carts that we could ride in, and so me and Scootaloo had a race!" Sweetie bounced happily up and down, tiny piles of ash falling from her tail and threatening a nearby dress. Quickly moving it out of her path, you try again to keep her on task.
 
"Okay Sweetie, but HOW DID YOU GET COVERED IN ASH?" Sweetie scrunched up her nose, clearly thinking hard.
 
"Oh yeah!" She chirps happily, "The track ran out towards the bottom and so the cart flipped and I landed in a coal pile!"
 
Feeling dizzy and a bit ill, you grab on to the nearby doorframe to steady yourself. You rub the side of your face, partly from the relief that she's okay and partly because you aren't sure if you're having a stroke or not. You scoop Sweetie Bell up in your arms and hold her close to your face, a hint of fear in her soft green eyes.
 
"Am I in trouble?" Her lip quivers, and your entire speech about avoiding danger and being responsible begins to mentally drift away.
 
"No Sweetie, you're not in trouble. I just worry about you getting hurt, and I know that Rarity does too. From here on out, I want you to tell me where you'll be going when you go out, okay?" Sweetie nods and nestles her face against your chest, charcoal smears now coating the crisp green tunic that Rarity had hand-tailored to suit you. You'd catch hell for that later, but for now your main focus was getting the young filly in your arms cleaned up. Sweetie hums to herself softly as you begin to make your way to the bathroom, her tail swinging low between your legs and wrapping around your thigh. Suddenly she flexes it a little, the thick hair pressing gently against your groin before sliding back and forth against the now growing bulge in your pants. Sweetie gives you an innocent smile, still humming softly as she now flicks the tip of her tail against your butt, the soft and rhythmic swish of her tailtip against the fabric synching up with the gentle sweeping motions against your crotch.
 
You're practically sprinting now, panicking a little as you struggle to locate the bathroom. Sweetie gives you a worried look, her tail tightening against you involuntarily as you suppress a low moan.
 
"Um, is everything okay?" You nod and try to give her a reassuring smile, one that turns to relief as you spot the bathroom. Quickly stepping inside, you disengage her from your body and set her in the tub.
 
"Okay Sweetie, so I figure you can take a bath while I get the coal smears off the floor. Don't slip or anything, okay?" You're reaching for the doorknob when you notice that Sweetie is scrunching her nose at you. Again. "Er, unless something is wrong?" Sweetie leans up over the edge of the bathtub, her sooty fur smearing the porcelain.
 
"I never really learned how to wash myself." She admits, her eyes downcast. She suddenly looks up, her eyes wide. "Well, I mean, I sort of can! But Rarity always grips the scrubbie for me, since she can use her horn for longer than I can. But I can do it, I think." A tear wells up in her eye, and she turns away. "I'm not- I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a baby..." You walk over and run your hand through her sooty mane, wiping away her tears with the sleeve of your (pretty much ruined by now) tunic.
 
"Sweetie, it's fine. I guess I can bathe you today." She claps her hooves together and your heart swells. You just hope that nothing else swells this afternoon.
 
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The pink light from the setting sun shines into the bathroom as you start up the water from the tap, and you can't help but laugh a little at how she tries to avoid the cold water splashing around her hooves. Waiting until the water heats up, you talk with Sweetie about her day with the CMC, trying not to wince as she details her repeated flirtations with danger that seem unimportant to her young filly sensibilities. That or she's completely fearless. You're not sure which one worries you more.
 
Finally the water is warm enough, and Sweetie holds her breath as you spray down her mane. She squeaks as you reach your fingers into her fluffy curls, the water turning black under her hooves as the layers of grime begin to peel away. She starts pressing her head into your palm, the pale white of her fur unearthing more of itself with each pass of the showerhead. Lowering her head, you begin to scrub in gentle circular motions down the nape of her neck, her mouth open and panting now in a state of pure bliss. Your fingers rub and prod at her soft ponyflesh, the muscles and sinews underneath tensing at your every touch.
 
"Hey Sweetie, are you okay?" She nods wordlessly as you move down to her belly, rinsing her back and belly before running the water over her flank. Suddenly her eyes widen, and she whirls around.
 
"OH! Did I get my cutie mark?" Her quick spin causes her mane to whip across your arms and neck, a thick slathering of leftover charcoal sludge now coating your skin as you stand there in shock. "Hmm, nothing. That's okay, I don't think Rarity would want me working in a mine anyway, she kind of has a thing about dirt, and-oops." Sweetie blushes and ducks down in the tub, as you wordlessly take off your tunic to wipe your face with. "I'm sorry."
 
"It's okay Sweetie, it happens." You continue to try to wipe, but that only seems to smudge the charcoal further into your skin. "I'll just take a shower after you." Sweetie taps her hoof to her chin, the pensive gesture rather out of character for her.
 
"Well why don't you just shower with me?"
 
Oh boy. Ohhhhhhh boy. This is a problem. Your brain fills with the sound of alarms and warning signals, and you try to tell her that it's a bad idea, but all that comes out is stuttering and choked noises. "Are you okay? Should I go get the vet?"
 
"No! No, this is just, uh, I'm not sure if we should. Maybe. Because I'm a human! You know, I'm all funny looking and whatnot, and uh, you probably wouldn't want to shower with me then, right?" You grin at her and look for any sign of agreement.
 
"Hmm. Nah, it'll be fun! And besides, me and Rarity shower all the time together! I wash her, and she washes me, it's fun!" Images of Sweetie washing Rarity's flank and damply hugging each other flash through your mind, and you try to control your breathing. This is bad.
 
"Uh, look Sweetie..." You start to say that you can't do it, but your voice trails off to a mumble midway through and Sweetie proceeds to blink back tears.
 
"You, you don't want to play with me?" Her lip starts to quiver, and you feel monstrous for turning Sweetie down for anything, ever. This must be done.
 
You rub the back of your neck and quietly say "I'll shower with you Swee-"
 
The turnaround is immediate. Sweetie jumps happily up and down, and you quickly reach out to grab her before she slips in the tub and breaks her horn.
 
"Yay! You'll like it, you'll see!"
 
'Hopefully not too much' you think to yourself, removing the very stylish trousers Rarity had made for you and leaving only a pair of thin off-white boxers on.
 
"But darling, what's the point? No one will even notice a second pair of pants!" You recall having to explain the function of underwear to Rarity with some bemusement, and with baited breath strip those off as well. Sweetie cocks her head to one side, her big green eyes looking everywhere before fixating between your legs.
 
"Hmm, your coat is really patchy. You have a normal mane, but then what's up with all the other spots?" You climb carefully into the tub with the young filly, taking the showerhead back off its holster and running it across her back again.
 
"Humans don't really have coats; we just grow some hair here and there." You explain to Sweetie. "We're pretty different from ponies."
 
"Mmyup." Sweetie isn't really listening at this point, as your hands resume their scrubbing and rubbing at her small frame. You're bent over her now, hands rubbing in smooth, wide circles across her stomach, her body slackening with each pass until you're practically holding her up. You take a moment to straighten up, and Sweetie whips her head around to confront you.
 
"Hey, why'd you stop?" She places her soft muzzle on your thigh as she looks up at you, and you can't help but wonder how that soft muzzle would feel if it was just a little further north...
 
'No, bad thought!' You quickly resume washing her, trying to distract her from the erection that's just starting to form. "Sorry Sweetie, uh, I was just getting a bit... Stiff. From bending like that, I mean." She nods wordlessly, a smile on her face as you encircle her legs within your hands. You wash each shoulder carefully, taking time to rub tenderly at her joints before going to her back legs. You knead her haunches with your fingertips, rubbing deep into the muscle and making Sweetie squeal with delight. You wash her bare flank for a while before moving on to her behind. Hesitant at first, you softly cup her buttocks, her slight body pressing back against your touch. Your erection is unconstrained now as you gently squeeze and rub at her soft butt, her soaked tail swishing playfully around your hands. You lather her rear with what almost worshipping levels of care; you work your thumbs into her pliant cheeks, making her giggle. Sweetie suddenly spreads her legs a little, and flags her tail off to the side. You grind to a halt as the young foal displays herself to you, water trickling down the base of her tail and trailing across her tiny asshole and puffy white lips. Feeling the sudden stoppage (or rather, not feeling your magic fingers), Sweetie looks over her shoulder at you.
 
"Is everything okay? You keep stopping and I-oh!" Her eyes widen, and it's obvious she's seen your almost painfully throbbing erection. "What's that thingie?" The panic mode your brain was in a few minutes ago goes completely dark. You have no response, you have nothing prepared. You are naked, in the shower, with Rarity's young and innocent sister with a rock-hard dick and her baring her behind to you in its entirety. There is no way anyone could have ever predicted this situation to you; not that you would have believed them.
 
"It's a-a penis. Boys have them, and uh, yeah." You just sort of trail off lamely, but Sweetie seems content with this for now.
 
"Okay! Well hey, I still have to wash you still, so let's finish up- not that I didn't like your washing me, I mean! I just-ooooh." You take the soap and brush it over her slit, Sweetie Bell biting her lip at the touch. Putting it back, you begin to work with your soapy fingers, passing over her outer lips and softly soaping her undeveloped teats. "R-Rarity doesn't wash me like this..." She stammers, her voice cracking as you massage around the base of her tail. You work the lather into her tail with one hand, the other still gently cupping her slit. As you bring the showerhead over her mons she shuffles her hooves, blushing furiously all the while. "My belly feels really warm..." Rinsing her clean, you take care to get all the soap out of her tail before preparing to re-holster the showerhead, when suddenly it's pried from your grasp.
 
"H-hey!" The showerhead floats above you, a weak green glow enveloping it as Sweetie shakes some water from her mane.
 
"It's my turn to do some washing now!" The showerhead streams full-force across your face, and you splutter as Sweetie mumbles her apologies. "Come on, I need you to get lower!" You get down on your hands and knees, and the small pony seems satisfied as she starts spraying you down with water, the showerhead clenched in her teeth. A soft plush scrubbie floats past you, engulfed in the green glow of Sweetie Belle's fledgling magic before suddenly smacking into your cheek. "Oops!" Sweetie scrubs your face clean, stepping in close to spray away the suds and bumping her snout against your nose, making her blush shyly before moving on to your neck and torso. Taking care to lather your arms and chest, Sweetie takes an inordinate amount of time looking at and rinsing your hands, using her tail like a washcloth over your shoulders. Suddenly you feel her soft back against your belly, Sweetie almost cat-like as she rubs her back against your belly. Coming out on the other side she continues to wash you, unaware of the jolt she's sent through your system at her touch. That is, until she takes her washings lower.
 
Sweetie slowly, hesitantly, drags the soft lathery pillow across your nethers, focusing her magic to work it around your shaft and down across your balls. You struggle to hold in a moan as she soaps your groin completely before ducking back under your body to rinse you clean, your erection inches away from her. The puffs of hot breath escaping around the showerhead are tantalizingly close to your cock, and you strain to maintain your distance from her cute little muzzle. You can feel her eyes looking you over, her body so close to your bare skin... She moves in closer, the showerhead lost from her grip now. You can feel her heated breath against your rod, her filly curiosity egging her on to get closer. You feel her damn mane press against your head as she winds her way between your legs, the damp pelt of her back like silk against your swollen head, her tail almost wrapping around your sack.
 
And just like that she's behind you, skipping and bouncing again, the scrubbie now nestled between your asscheeks. You almost start to protest, but the giggles of the pony behind you tell you she has no idea of what she's putting you through, the torturous tease she's perpetuating. "Well, neither of us has a cutie mark," She laughs as she swipes the scrubbie across your butt, "but at least I have a tail!"
 
"Hey, what's wrong with not having a tail?" Sweetie starts rinsing your rear clean, taking quite a while on going back between your legs.
 
"Well hey, you have a tail. Yours is just on the front!" Sweetie giggles with delight at making you blush, moving on to cleaning your legs as your head reels. You shouldn't be feeling this way, you shouldn't be... enjoying this as much as you are. Sweetie's tongue sticks out of the side of her mouth as she tries to wash your feet, your toes curling as she rinses them clean.
 
"Done!" Sweetie happily scoots her way up next to you, pressing her soft muzzle into your neck as gives you a hug. You fall back into a sitting position on the wet floor of the tub, the small foal whose hooves were wrapped around your neck sinking lower, her tail already engulfing the head of your cock. Her damp body slides against yours as she rubs her cheek against your shoulder, her heavy belly dragging her down, down to slide her soft slit against the top of your shaft.
 
"Oooh." Sweetie sits back a little further, her soft marshmallow butt engulfing your cock between her cheeks as Sweetie gazes up at you with hazy and confused eyes. "I, I really like showering with you." She wiggles her hips, your stiff dick practically holding her up alone at this point. You're breathing hard, mind racing as your cock slides between her damp cheeks, her hind legs splayed wide before you. All you can think of is how amazing she feels, how cute and sweet and adorable she is as she reclines before you, looking at you with love in her eyes.
 
She loves you. You have to stop this.
 
Straightening up with the small filly still held firmly in your grasp, you shut the water off and lift her away from your cock before setting her down on the bathmat. You reach over and grab a towel, turning back to see a soaking wet Sweetie Belle wiping away a tear; plopping down on the mat next to her, you take her face in your hand.
 
"Sweetie, is something wrong?" She lets out a tearful sob and presses her face against your palm, smearing away her tears.
 
"I-I thought I was making you happy, I thought that you liked when we would... When we cuddled." You wrap her up in the towel, beginning to dry off her mane.
 
"Oh Sweetie Belle. I love when we cuddle, and that was an amazing shower." Her smile is still bittersweet, and you roughly dry her belly, the towel shoofing against her tummy and eliciting a reluctant giggle. "I-I just wouldn't want to do anything to hurt you." She peeks at you from the towel wrapped around her, resting a hoof on your thigh.
 
"You wouldn't hurt me, you're too nice."
 
'Oh Sweetie,' you think, 'do I ever try to be.' You lift her up and continue to dry her off, her coat fuzzing out in the places where you dried against the grain of her fur. "I suppose you're right Sweetie. I didn't mean to make you sad, is there a way that I can make it up to you?" She thinks for a moment before her face lights up.
 
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She didn't even let you put on pajamas.
 
"See, isn't this way more comfortable? Besides, humans wearing clothes all the time is silly!" Sweetie has backer her tiny body up to your chest, her back hooves resting against your thighs and occasionally trailing across your crotch. You don't know what's going on anymore; she can't be doing this on purpose, but IT KEEPS HAPPENING! "Anyway, goodnight!"
 
"Yeah, goodnight Sweetie Belle." You lay awake for the first hour until her breathing deepens, and the surreptitiously slide a pillow between you and her. You've come so far dammit!
 
But you don't know how much longer you can hold out.