Filly Scout Delite

It was a sunny, upbeat Sunday in Equestria. Clouds hovered lazily in the sky, doing little to dissuade the golden rays of sunlight as they shone down on the cobbled streets. A series of squeaks echoed through Ponyville. A lone cream colored Filly Scout pulled a large load of home baked cookies in neat looking boxes. Ponies walking the street turned and smiled at an intrepid little entrepreneur as she walked her wagon carefully from door to door.

 

So far sales had not been great. Apparently some pink pony stuffed the residents of this town so full of sweets that she hadn’t had much luck. Pulling the cart to the next house, she suddenly perked up. It was a large, round building, decorated lavishly with banners and all manner of decorations. The windows were covered in sunny yellow curtains. “Things are looking up!” The filly exclaimed happily. She adjusted her green beret and straightened her necktie. She put on her most adorable face, scrunching her muzzle up slightly, and knocked on the door.

 

A snow white unicorn answered quickly, glancing from side to side, before realizing her visitor was slightly more pint sized. “Well, what do we have here? I don’t imagine you are here for a dress, are you darling?” Rarity said, smiling to the little Filly Scout.

 

Keeping her adorable demeanor, the foal launched into her well-practiced sales pitch.  “Hello Ma’am! I’m Tag Along with the Ponyville branch of the Filly Scouts! I’m trying to raise bits to fund our organization by selling our homemade cookies. If I sell enough I get to go to Canterlot on a special trip!” She beamed up the unicorn. “I have all kinds of delicious types of cookies. Would you be interested in any Ma’am?

 

Rarity grinned as she leaned against the door frame, feigning interest as she surveyed the cream colored earth filly. Her blonde mane was cut in a boyish manner, tucked behind her little ears. She wore an adorable little uniform, with a red ribbon tied around the base of her tail. Rarity suddenly felt very hungry for cookies.

 

“Ma’am?” Tag Along had finished her sales pitch and saw looking up with an earnest look on her face.

 

“But of course I will help out your sales drive, my dear. It would be in bad taste to not help such a cute little filly.” Rarity said, reaching out a hoof and patting the small foal on her head. She could tell the little pony was suddenly very excited. She reached over to her cart and started rummaging through it. She produced several different boxes of cookies, all in the distinctive green boxes of her club.

 

“Um, I have Samoas, Thin Mints, a lot of Shortbread, um…” She stuck her little rump in the air as she dug deeper into her cargo. Rarity stared down at the petite little scout, admiring the girlish shape of her, and her complete lack of modesty.

 

“Darling, why don’t you come inside and sit down for a bit. I can get you something to drink while I go and get my purse.”

 

Tag Along popped out of the mound of boxes, plopping on the ground as she looked up at her customer with an apprehensive look. “Oh, but Ma’am, I’m ‘sposed to go into a strange pony’s house.”

 

Rarity smiled at her. “Then you’re in luck, dear. This isn’t my house. This is my Boutique. Anypony is welcome here. My shop is always open to the public.”

 

Tag Along considered this for a moment as she looked at the white unicorn. She certainly looked like an important pony. Her mane was styled well, and her coat shone. She obviously had money. And Tag Along didn’t want to lose the sale. “Ma’am? What a Bo-teak?”

 

Stifling a small giggle, Rarity corrected her. “It’s a Boutique, my dear. I make dresses and clothing for only the finest colts and fillies in Equestria. Maybe I could show you some of my latest work as well?”

 

The little foal looked over at her heaping cart, and back towards the kind face of Rarity. She seemed like a very nice pony. And she had been walking so long today. A nice break and a drink sounded better each minute she thought of it. “Alright Ma’am, I guess I could take a little rest.”

 

Rarity held the door open widely as the foal stepped inside her shop. Reaching out, the white pony made sure to pull the wagon in after her. Scanning the street, she didn’t see anyone around. With a grin, she closed the door, locking it behind her.

 

 

Admiring all the fancy dresses and costumes laid throughout the store, Tag Along suddenly felt like she was somewhere very grown up. She had only seen her mother wear a dress like this once, when she had gone to a gala ball in Canterlot. The filly always had remembered how much like a princess her mother had looked wearing it.

 

“Have a seat, dear.” Rarity motioned towards a red velvet couch. She walked off into the kitchen, opening a cabinet. Thinking for a moment, she selected a very sweet pomegranate wine. She poured it into two drinking glasses, and walked out to see her guest. The filly was kicking her little hooves back and forth as she sat on the couch. Rarity felt her body start to flush as a heat overtook her.

 

Tag Along accepted the drink happily, but was surprised to find the other mare sit down right next to her. There were many seats around the room, but the older pony had settled down quite close to her. She could feel the other pony’s coat brush against her occasionally, but she ignored it and took a sip of her drink. It was something she had never had before. At first it was sweet like fruit juice, but it felt warm in her throat all the way down.

 

“Mmm, this is good, Ma’am. What is it?” she looked up with innocent eyes.

 

“Oh, just a special juice that my friend makes. She worked on an apple farm. They make all kinds of delicious foods and drinks.” Rarity said. She smiled down at the foal as she took another deep drink. She obviously enjoyed it very much. “So what do you do in the Filly Scouts, Tag Along? You see, I have a little sister that I think would really like meeting some new ponies.”

 

Tag Along beamed up at Rarity, her cheeks already slightly flushed. “Oh! We do all kinds of things, Ma’am. We go camping and play sports, we help other ponies too! We were gathering clothes for homeless ponies last week.”

 

“My, that sounds exciting! Do you think my sister would like it? Do you enjoy the Scouts, Tag Along?”

 

“It’s my most favorite thing, Ma’am. I really like the camping trips. We always learn a lot of new things about the forest.” Tag Along took another deep drink. She couldn’t understand why, but she was suddenly feeling very warm all over. Her head felt a little lighter than usual.

 

“Do you always wear such adorable outfits, my dear? I think my Sweetie Belle would look just darling in them.” Rarity reached a hoof out and ran it along the foal’s sash. She could feel the soft velvet of her coat. Her precious little heartbeat. It was beating so fast.

 

“Ah, yes, Ma’am, we all wear the same uniform. It’s really nothing special…” Tag Along would have shifted slightly away, but she found herself at the edge of the couch. The other pony was pressing against her now, and she felt a white hoof stroking her side. A brief twinge of panic sparked in her mind but her whole body was against it. Her hooves had started to feel heavy, and her coordination was off. She tried to drink from her glass, and bumped it into her snout before finding the mark.

 

Rarity was feeling more confident. “Tag Along, what do you do at night on your camping trips? Do you sleep with the other little fillies? Do you ever do anything with them at night?” She trailed her white hoof down to the foal’s small blank flank. The coat was so soft. She stroked the little pony’s leg with her hoof.

 

Tag Along was feeling very strange. Her mother had told her nopony was ever supposed to touch her between her legs. She looked down and realized she had finished the strange drink. She tried to reach out and place the glass on the nearby coffee table, but found it harder than it looked. She fumbled several times before setting it down. Reaching down, she tried to push away the other pony’s probing hoof. But Rarity simply took her hoof in hers, and pushed it lower between the foal’s thighs. Tag Along piped up in alarm. “Ma’am! Please…don’t do that.” She looked around in panic. The room seemed to spin slightly, distorting her vision. “ I…I need to go.” She tried to scoot down out of the chair, but Rarity held her fast.

 

“Really, darling, I didn’t even get my cookies yet. It would be terrible manners to leave before filling my order.” Rarity said, reaching down and flipping the green beret off the foal with her teeth. “And I hardly believe this is anything you haven’t done before with your little scout friends.” She smiled gently as she held the small filly’s hoof against her small snatch, rubbing it gently, coaxing the tiny clit out of hiding.

 

The foal felt her mind swimming with the effects of the alcohol and the sudden stimulation of her inner thighs. She had never touched herself the way this white pony was forcing her to now. There seemed to be some extra sensitive spot that caused her to fidget every time her little hoof brushed it. Tag Along squirmed in Rarity’s grasp. “Why are you doing this, Ma’am? Please, I just…ahhh…I want to go home!”

 

Looking down at the cream pony with hungry eyes, Rarity straddled her with her front hooves, pushing her back further against the thick velvet cushion. “You promised me Filly Scout cookies, darling, and I am going to have them before you leave.” She concentrated her magic on her cupboard at the other side of the room. She knew just what she wanted. The door opened, and a small bottle of chocolate sauce levitated obediently to the white mare. She brought it over to the small pony quivering under her, and carefully drizzled a small amount over her developing breasts and her pink slit. Rarity decorated her cookie carefully, making sure it’s looks would match its taste.

 

Tag Along whimpered slightly as she felt the cool chocolate drizzle over her most private parts. She tried to clamp her legs together as tight as she could, but the mare held them fast with her front hooves, splaying her privates wide open. She cringed as the sticky liquid flowed into her little cunt, and tickled that sensitive spot she had felt before further up. She had given up begging, starting to cry slightly as the unicorn eyed her hungrily.

 

Rarity grinned as she undid the red ribbon around the foal’s tail, not wanting to ruin it. The blonde tail spread out wide, catching a few errant drips of sauce. Not able to hold back anymore, the mare dove in, first suckling the tiny teats of the filly, lapping the chocolate off the soft skin. She teased them with her tongue, nipping lightly at them, bringing forth adorable little flinches from Tag Along. Rarity circled them with her soft tongue, cleaning all the chocolate off the creamy coat. She pulled back, looking at the young scout. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell quickly. Her face was flushed crimson. She was positively adorable.

 

Glancing down at her perfect snatch, Rarity stopped for a moment. “Hmm, what shall we call this cookie, Tag Along? Foal Delite? Scout Sandwich?” She reached down pursed her lips, suckling the small pink clit, slurping the chocolate sauce off it as the scout spasmed at the unexpected sensation shooting through her. “How about…a Foal Crème?” Her tongue lapped deeper, entering the virgin folds, seeking all the hidden sweetness inside. She loved the taste of a younger filly. Mixed with the chocolate, she ate the scout out happily.

 

Tag Along’s mind was awash with mixed feelings. She felt like a very bad filly indeed to let this other mare touch her in such a private place. There was still the feeling that she should fight and try to escape. But she felt so heavy, and her head had such a cloudy feeling. As much as she hated to admit it, some of the things she felt between her legs did feel nice. Rarity’s tongue was prodding deeper now, seeking that sensitive area at the top of her velvet cunt. Tag Along wasn’t sure she liked this at all, but suddenly, the slippery intruder touched her just right, and she bucked her hips reflexively, her breath nearly taken away as her body lit up with newfound pleasure.

 

Rarity grinned as she felt the foal thrash against her. She pulled out her tongue, wanting to enjoy things. She lapped at the rest of the chocolate sauce. To her surprise the little filly started pushing her snatch into Rarity’s face, no doubt trying to feel that same pleasure once more. Rarity chuckled. “Well aren’t you a dirty little Filly Scout? Do you like doing such dirty things with strange ponies, Tag Along?”

 

The foal blushed more if it was possible. She looked away from Rarity’s judging gaze.

 

“It’s quite alright, dear. Let me give you what you want.” Rarity plunged her muzzle into the sweet little crotch again. She thrust her tongue in deeply, stroking the upper wall carefully once more, eliciting a moan from the scout. Stroking it up and down, she could feel the foal working into a frenzy as Tag Along pushed her bottom against the older mare.

 

She didn’t care if it was wrong anymore. The feelings of shame were as far away right now as her inhibitions, thanks to the wine. Tag Along just wanted to feel more of this strange tickling in her privates.  She looked down at the mare longingly, trying to drive more of her tongue up inside her.

 

Rarity knew she was close. It was sometimes difficult to bring a foal to climax. But the white mare had plenty of practice. She knew her oral assault on the tiny g-spot would drive her into a frenzy. And now she brought her hoof up to finish her off. She gently stroked the undeveloped clit with her hoof tip, as she drank deep of the sweet little cunt. Tag Along was breathing fast now, making cute little moans from time to time. Suddenly, Rarity felt a slight wetness on her tongue. The tight walls of the foal’s snatch clamped on her tongue as she experienced her first orgasm. Rarity relented, stroking up and down her slit as the youngster came down off her orgasmic high.

 

Reaching her head up, Rarity took the opportunity to kiss the scout deeply, feeling her warm breath as she tried to catch her breath after the most intense thing she had ever felt.  She found Tag Along’s small, soft tongue, and intertwined it with hers, taking her time and enjoying the young scout’s mouth. She broke away, Tag Along looking back at her with glassy eyes.

 

“Now my dear, for being such a good filly, I will give you a special treat. You can have one of my cookies.” Rarity seated herself next to the scout, bringing the chocolate sauce over her anxious body. She drizzled it on her own snatch, feeling it mix with her already gushing juices. She spread it liberally, smiling at the contrast of the dark chocolate against her snow white coat. Tag Along was looking at her spread open thighs. She had never seen another filly in this lewd position before, let almost in a way like this. She was mesmerized as Rarity winked her perfectly groomed hole at the little filly.

 

“I think I will call this a Mare Crème Delight. Now dig in my dear, its bad manners to refuse a treat from your host.”

 

Tag Along looked at the mare, confused. It took a while before it dawned on her what exactly this pony wanted her to do. She looked at the dripping opening, looking into Rarity’s eyes, pleading. “Ma’am…please don’t make me do that…please…”

 

Rarity looked at the filly, unamused. “Tag Along, a proper lady always returns a favor. I ate your cookie so I simply must insist you eat mine.” With that, a purple glow grasped the foal’s head, pulling it down to Rarity’s thighs. She could feel the scout’s warm breath on her now, the tip of hew muzzle against her sensitive skin, slightly struggling as the scout tried to pull away. Pushing her deeper against her snatch, she could feel the chocolate smear against the filly’s face, and her stifled breath as she opened her mouth for air. She clamped the open mouth against her sticky hole, forcing the foal to taste it.

 

Tag Along struggled slightly for breath, and suddenly found herself tasting the older mare. She was surprised to find the taste was fine. The chocolate along with the other juices washed across her little tongue, but she didn’t hesitate. She knew what this mare wanted, and she resigned herself to finish. Reaching out with her tongue, she started lapping at the soft inner walls, trying to simulate what had just been done for her.

 

Rarity found herself in heaven. It was sometimes so hard to get foals to return the favor. Without force that is. But Tag Along was apparently a smart little filly. She was using her mouth for all she was worth. Rarity arched her head back, closing her eyes as she delighted in the feeling of her snatch being eaten out. The filly was of course completely inexperienced, but for Rarity, this only added to the pleasure.

 

A white hoof bumped Tag Along on the snout, as Raity reached down and worked her clit in rhythm to the foal lapping at her marehood. Tag Along started crying once more, tears running down rivulets on her cream colored face, dripping off her muzzle onto Rarity’s coat. The sight was almost too much for the mare. She bucked her hips against the scout’s face, forcing her tongue as deep as she could get it. The filly pulled back at the sudden movement, stroking the full length of Rarity’s snatch in one smooth motion, sending the mare into a powerful orgasm. “Nggghhhh!!” Rarity came hard. Her juices splashed onto Tag Along’s muzzle, sending the surprised foal tumbling backwards, her chest and chin dripping with Rarity’s sticky cum.

 

The unicorn lay on her couch a few moments, breathing deeply and rubbing herself, letting the afterglow consume her. She reached over and took a drink of her wine. Tag Along merely sat on the plush carpet, shaking slightly. Sighing, Rarity arose, picking up the little foal and tidying her up as well as possible. She retrieved the green velvet beret and placed it on her head. A damp towel cleaned her marecum from the filly’s face. Carefully she tied the red ribbon around her tail.

 

“Now Tag Along, surely you know the Filly Scouts don’t allow filly fiddlers.” She looked at the foal sternly. “So I’m sure what happened here today can stay a secret. After all, I wouldn’t want to get you kicked out of scouts. And what would your parents think, my dear?” She said with a smirk.

 

The Filly Scout didn’t say a word. She walked through the door with a slightly unsteady gait, and reached for her wagon of cookies. Rarity’s eyes lit up as she thought of something. She lit her horn and brought out thirty bits, placing it in the wagon with the other money from the day. Tag Along looked at it miserably.

 

Rarity beamed. It really was the least she could do.