Title:           Sweetie's Midnight Treat
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Wednesday 2nd of January 2013 11:54:55 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 2nd of January 2013 11:54:55 PM CDT

>You are Sweetie Belle.
>There is a new face in town.
>His name is Anon.
>A silly sounding name, yes, but he was definitely fun.
>And the only one of his kind!
>It was a mystery how he came to Equestria, but that didn't matter.
>All you cared about was playing with him.
>He was always so nice to you and let you come over to his house whenever you wanted.
>The only problem was that Applebloom and Scootaloo were getting jealous.
>They didn't like you spending so much time not hanging out with them.
>It hurt a little, but you couldn't just stop playing with Anon.
>And now there was a rumor that made it's way to you.
>A rumor that Anon's body contained a delicious treat.
>Salty cream called 'coom' or something.
>You had licked his arm before during your playing.
>His skin was like a warm salt-lick.
>If his body contained a salt cream,
>You were going to get it out.
>One way or another...
 
>One problem you face is getting out of the house without Rarity knowing.
>After all, it is around midnight.
>She would definitely send you back to your room.
>And probably try to take all of Anon's coom for herself!
>Not tonight!
>You slide from your window on a chain of tied sheets.
>You could totally get a secret agent cutie mark.
>But you would rather have a coom extraction cutie mark.
>Your mouth waters as you skitter through the back alleys to Anon's house.
>You love salt!
>And if you asked nicely, you were sure Anon would give you plenty of coom cream.
>He was so nice.
>And salty.
>You decide not to knock on his door.
>Using more of those secret agent skills, you sneak through his window.
Oh... He's asleep...
 
 
>Best not to wake him.
>He wouldn't mind if you took just a little right?
>Right??
>You were friends, so of course!
>You remember what Rarity had in her closet.
>Right.
>You quietly search his house until you find what you are looking for.
>Rope.
>It takes a while, but you get his body tied down.
>And he doesn't wake up!
>Must be from all those cider bottles on his dresser...
>Now
>Where does coom cream cum from??
>You look over his body.
>The mouth? Probably not.
>The 'belly button' thing he told you about?
>You pull up his shirt and sniff at the little indent.
>Smells good, but probably not a coom hole...
>Wait
>What is THAT?!
>You move your face close to his pants.
>There's something sticking up under there!
>Is it a horn?
>A coom spout!
>Brilliant!
>You begin to pull his pants down with a grunt.
>Your body is more than ready for a mouthful.
 
 
>How strange this coom spout looks.
>But it's definitely where coom would come from if it's real.
>It smells extra salty here.
>How do you get it out?
>It's much bigger than your horn...
>Maybe you have to ask it nicely?
>Your ears droop, "um, I'd l-like some coom please..."
>You stare at it.
>Nothing happens.
>Maybe you rub it like a genie lamp?
>You're so smart!
>You reach forward and grasp it.
>It's warm... There's ridges and veins on it... Nothing like a unicorn horn.
>Anon shifts and mumbles in his sleep.
>"Oh Granny Smith... You have... Experience eh?"
>You hold in a giggle.
>Time to rub out your three wishes: coom, coom and a mouthful of coom!
>You begin to rub it gently.
 
 
>His heartbeat pulses through his fleshy horn.
>This is getting you more excited than it should.
>But it feels right.
>You gulp and continue your rubbing.
>Up to the pinkish tip... Down the whole length slowly... Up to the ridge... Back down slowly until-
>What is this?
>You look closely.
>It's a wrinkled fuzzy... Bit purse?
>Oh! It must be where the coom is stored!
>You use your other hoof to rub this as well.
>The shaft is throbbing against your hoof as you gently stroke it.
>Your mouth is dry.
>Your eyes burn from not blinking.
>The tip of his spout swells a little.
>He giggles and twitches in his sleep.
>Then you see it.
>A little dribble of clear fluid oozes out!
>Coom!
>Without hesitation you wrap your mouth around the tip and begin sucking.
 
 
>Several things happen at once.
>You get your first taste of Anon's saltcream.
>It's worth every thing and more.
>But the salty treat isn't enough!
>Anon snaps awake.
>"Huh? Whazza? The fuck?"
>He looks down.
>You smile up at him with the tip of his spout still in your mouth.
>"SWEETIE BELLE?!"
>Oh good, he's excited to see you!
>Knowing he wants you to continue, you slide a little more length into your mouth and suck.
>He slams his head back onto his pillow and arches his back against the rope.
>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
>You let him go, chains of salty spit hanging from your mouth.
I'm enjoying your tasty coom!
>He fights to escape from the rope.
>"Coom?! What is tha- Oh god... Sweetie let me go!"
>It's a little disheartening to see him want to go,
>But >You just can't stop!
>That one little taste of his fluid was NOT enough.
>You had to have more.
>And he would just have to fill your belly with it no matter what.
>Every
>Last
>Drop
 
 
>His hips thrust up in his struggling.
>The rod is pressed back into your throat.
>You gag and tears spring to your eyes.
>But it tastes so good!
>It feels so good!
>To have those veins and that ridge push past your tonsils is all you want now.
>He pulls away and asks you to stop again.
>Sorry Anon, this is too good.
>You lean forward to take him down your throat again.
>Your tears fall down your cheeks.
>A little more of the salty juice trickles out down your throat.
>You squeal with a mouthful and twitch in excitement.
>More! More!
>He continues to flail, making his rigid spout slide against the roof of your mouth.
>You let go and stroke your saliva up and down with your hoof.
You gotta give me more coom Anon! Pleeeease??
>Time to suck it all out.
 
 
>You are eager to prove yourself.
>Even if you couldn't get a cutie mark, you were definitely getting this treat.
>And it seemed to feel good to Anon.
>He may be struggling, but he's also moaning and grunting.
>He must just be shy.
>It made you happy to make him feel good.
>He always made you feel better about yourself, so why not return the favor?
>You slide him into your mouth again determined to finish what you started.
>He breaks down in pleasured moans as you swirl your little tongue around the ridge of the tip.
>This is for Anon Sweetie Belle! You can do it!
>Your self motivation works to give your body a burst of energy.
>You slide down, taking him to the back of your throat again.
>It feels a little uncomfortable, but you ignore it and wiggle your tongue against the bottom.
>Oh Celestia it's so salty...
>Anon yells something and his body tenses.
>You look up in excitement.
>This is it!
>With him still stuffed all the way in, you get ready to guzzle your prize.
>Hopefully it would be enough to fill your belly.
 
 
>Your eyes go wide.
>Salty cream, much thicker than the fluids before, spurts against the back of your throat.
>Maybe it was a bad idea to take it all in...
>You pull back a little and squeeze your eyes tight.
>The coom tastes amazing and you fight to swallow it all as comes out with big gulps.
>But it just keeps coming!
>Anon roars as he discharges into you.
>The coom starts to shoot from your nose back onto him like that one time you drank milk and laughed.
>You choke as thick globs pump into your belly and ooze from your nostrils.
>How much does he have?!
>You pull your mouth away but it keeps shooting out onto your face.
>You cough and dare not open your eyes as it paints your muzzle.
>Coom is being wasted!
>You begin licking blindly and hold his horn steady.
 
>Then it all stops.
>With a few last spurts onto your tongue, Anon's coom is spent.
>You hear him groan and he goes limp.
>You crack your eyes.
>There's still a lot of coom!
>You eagerly begin licking the leftovers from his legs, the tip of his shaft, your face and a little off the sheets.
>You can feel it in your belly.
>You wiggle your hips and giggle at the sloshing sound.
>Anon begins to sob.
>Aw, he's so happy!
>You crawl up and nuzzle his face.
Thanks Anon, that was great!
>Your voice cracks.
>He shakes his head.
>You begin to untie him.
I'll be back tomorrow to play! Sweet dreams!
>You hop back out his window and leave him to his happy tears.
>He's so nice.
>You sing a song about coom on your way home with your swollen belly sloshing all the way.
>That night you dream of your new favorite midnight snack.
 
The End