“Okay, so what’s the big secret?” Shady says eagerly. Three hours. Three hours I have with him, in his house, with no parents around. And I’m a girl. This is amazing.
“I’ll show you in your room,” I tell him with a bright smile, “You’re gonna wanna do it in there, because it’s a good place to remember it.”
“O-okay,” he says warily, turning to lead me deeper into the cottage he lives in. “This sounds like it’s some secret,” he adds curiously.
“It’s a super secret, like the best secret in the world,” I say with a giggle that I can totally make. “You might’ve even heard about it from somepony else, but I’d love if I was the one to show you!”
“I just wanna know what it is,” he says, “And why it has to be so secret.”
“To surprise ponies!” I tell him cheerfully, “Everypony wants to keep the best thing in the world a secret, so you can surprise somepony you care about. Otherwise it’d just be a... thing you have to do.”
“Well, I like surprises,” he admits, leading me into what’s definitely a colt’s room. Toy trains, hoofball pennants, and a bed with honest to gosh rocket ships on the sheets. I don’t think we’ll be needing the bed though.
“Okay, here’s how it works!” I chirp imperiously, marching around to face him, “It’s kind of like playing doctor. I get to be the doctor, and you get to be the patient. Okay?”
“Okay...?” he says, tilting his head at me.
“That means I get to examine your body,” I say, with a shiver, “And I mean your whole body, just like an adult doctor could do.”
“So like... in my mouth?” he asks, looking very skeptical.
“Well I don’t have any tongue depressors, so no,” I admit unrepentantly, saying, “So lean your head down so I can check your ears, to see if they’re good.”
He does, and I saunter myself right over to his left ear. Quietly hmming, as if inspecting the twitchy cone for errors, I at last put a forehoof at the base of it. He pulls away at that, but I say, “Nope, nope. I’m the doctor, so I have to inspect your ear. I won’t hurt it, I promise.”
“I don’t see how this’s fun...” he whines, but relaxes, “It’s just kind of weird.”
“Well, how does this feel?” I say, rubbing the skin under behind his ear.
“Good, I guess?” he says.
“Any pains, or coughing or other doctor stuff?” I ask teasingly. I really need to get a bigger vocabulary.
“My ears can’t cough!” he laughs. Okay, yeah that is pretty funny.
After we get done giggling, I poke a hoof around his ear again, and he doesn’t jerk away this time. So then I firmly pinch my lips around the edge of his ear. He flicks it out of my mouth saying, “Hey! What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m just using my mouth to check your ear,” I tell him practically, “Just to see if it’s got a healthy feel to it. You really think I’m gonna bite your ear?”
“N-no, I trust you, just...” Shady’s blushing now, which is at least a step in the right direction, even if it’s only embarassment.
Well, I lip at his ear, then nuzzle around the base of it, as he relaxes against me, saying, “This isn’t so bad...”
So I take the lobe of his ear in my teeth, just enough to indent the thin flesh.
“Are you...?” he tries to flick his ear and it won’t flick. “Hey—!” he shouts, and as he jerks away, I release his ear, pushing back from where I was rearing up against the colt, and strutting playfully before him.
“You said you wouldn’t bite!” he says in a hurt tone, looking at me accusingly.
“No, I said you wouldn’t think I would,” I reply smugly, “I was gonna bite your ear, but you thought I wouldn’t.”
“W-well don’t bite my ear,” he says in frustration, “I don’t think I like this game anymore.”
“Oh, don’t be a grump, it’s barely even started!” I protest with a little stomp, “Plus you said it was feeling okay.”
“Until you started biting!” he shoots back.
“Did it hurt when I was biting?” I reply.
He starts to answer, then stops, confused. So I tell him, “I’m gonna just bite your ear just the teeniest bit, but not hard enough to hurt. I just wanna make sure you trust me, and feel okay with me doing stuff like that. So just let me just nibble your ear a bit, and then I’ll start doing better things.”
After an unfathomably long pause, he says, “...ok.” Once again, I can half rear up on him, and nose around his twitchy ear. I take it in my lips and it flicks out. “Ahp!” I tsk at him, and he lifts his ear again. Then I take it in my lips and it doesn’t flick out. Then I pull back my lips to lightly nibble on it with my teeth.
“T-that feels... nopony’s ever done something weird like that,” Shady says, nervously. “Y-you’re not gonna bite it?”
With a broad lick of his ear, I say, “Nope! Just nibbling it. Sorta like I’m a mommy and you’re a foal I need to clean.”
“O-oh, and that’s why you’re doing it?” he asks, eyeing me, “Because you wanna be a mommy?”
Well, not as such, but... “Yeah a little,” I say, swishing my blonde tail. “I mean I’m growing up into a mommy, so I’m gonna feel like it sometimes. Just like you feel like being a daddy.”
“I... I do not!” he protests.
“Daddies are like big colts!” I protest right back, “So when you do colt things, that’s what a daddy wants to do. It’s nothing special! Fillies just like... nibbling ears sometimes.” And I suspect he might like it, too, but I don’t say that aloud.
“Because mommies are like big fillies,” I conclude somewhat inaccurately, “So anything you see a mommy do, but not a daddy, it might be something fillies do.”
“Okay, so... ear licking?” he asks skeptically.
“And nibbling,” I insist. “C’mon, lemme at your ear again.”
I only nibble a little further, and he shivers when I tug at it, but doesn’t jerk away. So I let his ear go, and say, “Okay, so now the game starts to get fun. I call this game ‘Touch.’ It means you can touch anywhere on my body you want to, and I can touch anywhere on your body I want to.”
“Touch with what?” he asks, switching his tail questioningly.
“Touch anything with anything,” I say, “Like elbows with knees. Or hugging upside down.”
“Hugging upside down?” he asks with a laugh.
“Yeah that’s a good one,” I say, laying to my side on the floor. “Lay so your head’s over there, and your tail’s over there,” I indicate, getting him laying as the 6 to my 9. “Now I can touch my hoof with your belly,” I say, pushing into his soft, warm belly with my hoof, “And you can touch my belly too. Go ahead. This’s why I had to bite your ear, see?”
“N-not really,” he says, and I feel his hoof softly rub my—!
Squirming away from him with an uncontrollable giggle in my throat, I say, “Y-you gotta touch harder, not softly. If you just touch softly you’re gonna tickle me. W-which you can do, but then I can’t touch you.”
Returning to our belly exploration, He touches firmly at first, a bit uncomfortably even, but then switches to soft brushes of his hooves that make a laugh bubble up in me, and then it’s like electricity playing over my skin as I helplessly giggle, clinging to his hooves. He rises up to hunch over me, as outright gut punching laughter starts to escape me. I can’t think when he’s tickling me! I can’t...
He lets me go, eventually, as I hug my sides, trying to calm down the giggles. “Sorry, it’s just so fun tickling you,” he says with a mischevious smile, “Your laugh sounds really pretty.”
“Ehe, yeah, it’s just... too much sometimes,” I say breathlessly, climbing to my feet, and brandishing my tail at him. “Something I like though, is try pulling at my tail.”
“Pulling at your tail?”
“Yeah, give it a good firm pull,” I reply, bracing my hooves. “You can pull my tail, because we’re still playing Touch, and I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Oh that’s why you wanted to nibble my ear,” he says in stark realization, “Because you wanted me to know you won’t ever hurt me.”
“Right!” I say, smiling back at him, “And if I ever do, it’ll be on accident, and you can just tell me to stop.”
“Who would keep hurting you even if you... Diamond Tiara,” he postulates, and concludes.
“Yup,” I say flatly. “She really needs somepony to pull on her tail, I think.”
“So I just...?” he says, sinking his teeth into my tail hairs. Odd that I can feel him doing it, since they’re just hairs. Then he backs up or something, and a steady pressure increases at my tail base.
“Little more...” I counsel him, crooning inwardly at the tingly stretch. “Okay that’s good, you can let go,” I say swiftly, as he does so.
Giving my tail a shake, I tell Shady, “Yeah it can feel good, if you’re not just getting dragged around. Lemme pull your tail, now!”
He presents his tail for me with less protest than he would’ve at the start of this. So I bite down on it, and start backing up myself. I bump into his bed, but then turn my head to pull at it. “Oh, that’s...!” he says in an intrigued tone, as I give his tail a good, long, firm tug, then release it.
“Why’d you stop?” Shady whines, turning towards me, “That did feel pretty good!”
“It can hurt if you do it too long,” I reply, “Just a good tug once and a while is what feels best. Now let’s do Upside-Down Hugging again, and no tickling this time.”
“Alright,” he says, and soon we’re once again putting hoof firmly to belly.
“Alright, now hug my butt,” I say, sliding my forehoof under his leg to lever under his lower thigh, pulling myself towards him as I wrap my other hoof around, too. Oh Celestia, his sheath and balls are right there...
“What?!” he exclaims in befuddlement.
“Hug my butt!” I say authoritatively, wiggling my butt up against him. “It’s called Upside-Down Hugs!”
“B-but—”
“Just do it, it’s okay!”
He hugs my butt, and I resist the urge to just... coax out his penis with my tongue. We’ve got plenty of time still, and I don’t know how long he can last after he’s erect.
“Y-your fillyhood is right there,” Shady says nervously.
Smiling, I reply, “I don’t have a penis, huh.”
“Y-yeah it’s... sort of just a belly,” he replies quietly, “And you don’t have any um... balls.”
“Kinda hard to see my fillyhood from that angle,” I say, with that inner melty goosebumps feeling that means my body’s getting ready to be breeded. “Why don’t we stand up again?”
We separate and stand, and I turn my back to Shady and lift my tail. “See how it’s sort of like a little pocket down there?” I say excitedly, “Have you ever looked at a filly up close before?”
“N-no, so I could...” he says in a desperately hopeful tone.
“You can’t just look,” I purr, a twinge going through my hips, “We’re playing Touch. So you can touch my fillyhood if you want.”
“Y-you aren’t gonna pee on me, are you?” he asks warily.
“Oh!” I say perking up, “That’s right, we’re home alone!” Turning to face Shady with an excited smile, I say, “You wanna do something really naughty?”
“I don’t wanna get in trouble!” he protests.
“Won’t get anypony in trouble,” I say, “But you still should keep it a secret, ‘cause ponies tell you not to do it.”
“Okay Dinky, what’re you thinking now?” Shady says giving me a suspicious look.
“Let’s both go to the toilet, and pee together,” I reply with an unconquerable grin.
Shady’s cool blue irises narrow at that, and he blushes heavily, starting to speak, but struck speechless.
“It’ll be cool,” I tell him, “You can show me how colts pee, and I can show you how fillies pee. Unless you’ve already seen how I pee?”
“N-no I haven’t,” he says weakly, “I... I feel like we shouldn’t, but I don’t see any reason why not. I mean you really don’t mind me just... peeing in front of you?”
“It embarasses some ponies, but not me,” I say confidently, “Long as it’s in the toilet and clean, I can pee right in front of you, no problem.”
He looks hesitant, so I add, “C’mon, who’s gonna know? Aren’t you curious how I pee without a penis?”
“...have you seen colts peeing before?” Shady asks, “How do you know I pee with a penis?”
Oh. Uh...
“Because it says pee-nis?” I attempt, with a weak smile. “I actually haven’t seen any colts pee,” I admit, “But I read once that they pee with their penis. I’m... really curious to see it c-come out of you.”
Ugh, I can’t tell if I’m aroused or shy. I just... really wanna see it now. Which is silly because I saw a human penis peeing for fourty years. But this time, it won’t be me with the penis.
“...oh okay,” he says in gleeful resignation, “But we can’t tell anypony, not even our parents. I’d get in so much trouble.”
“Just us here in this house,” I say with a smile, “I won’t tell anypony if you don’t.”
“Okay then l-let’s go,” he says, turning to trot out. I almost follow before he stops and looks back. “I–I’m really curious to see it come out of you too,” he says still blushing. Then he canters down the hall. I follow hurriedly, since I actually don’t know where the toilet room is, but it’s easy to follow Shady, to a smooth tiled room, with a light, a washer thingy, and an Equestrian toilet.
“Okay, we should take turns,” I tell him soberly, “There’s only one toilet, and you can see better that way.”
“I can’t beleve we’re doing this,” he says excitedly, “You are the craziest filly ever, Dinky.”
“I’m not the only filly that likes to show off when she pees,” I say smugly, “I’m just not afraid to tell you about it.”
“So who’s first?” he asks, “If we take turns. Should I go first?”
“I’ll go first, since it was my idea,” I say, stepping over the toilet in the floor. “Once you see me pee, you won’t have to worry if I’ll chicken out or not,” I add.
“Yeah, okay,” Shady says, looking beneath my tail with interest.
Straddling the toilet at the right spot, which I’ve had plenty of time to learn, I raise my tail, saying, “So I showed you the pocket thing, right? Below my butt hole?”
“Y-yeah,” he says testily, “You’re not gonna poop too, are you?”
“Nnnno,” I reply curtly, “Just pee.”
“Yeah, ‘cause that’d be um...”
“We both have the same butt hole,” I explain handily, “So you already know how it just sorta drops outta yours. But we pee differently, so watch how I do it!”
“Okay,” he says, “You can uh... pee whenever you want.”
Smiling, I face forward, and gently ease my bladder, which actually has a lot since I haven’t peed in a while. That would’ve been a disaster if I tried to have sex without peeing.
“Oh, it kind of... drips out,” I hear him say, in curiosity and a little disappointment. Bearing down, I feel the pee resolve to a more steady spray. “Oh!” he says, “Your pocket moved! It’s just kind of... spraying out of there, now.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” I tell him honestly, “My pee just sort of comes right out from there. Mmm... feels good.”
“...to pee?” he says curiously.
“Yeah, I needed to go actually,” I say casually, an ecstatic excitement within. “So now I can just pee in front of you, and when any filly says she has to use the toilet, you know this’s what she’s gonna be doing.”
“C-cool,” Shady says distantly. “It’s uh... going down.”
Giving a soft snort of amusement I say, “Yeah, I’m almost empty. Hold on...”
“Oh, it’s...!” he says again, as the flow jumps up and down while I squeeze out the last few bits. “Huh, it was moving again,” he says, “Y-your fillyhood, I mean.”
“Oh, yeah it... moves sometimes,” I tell him a little embarassed that I forgot about that. “I was just squeezing out the last of the pee.”
“Huh,” is all Shady says to that.
Turning to face Shady, I say shyly, “Sorry it... must smell a lot like pee in here now.”
Sniffing, Shady has a distant look as he replies, “Oh, it doesn’t smell that bad. Kind of... it smells like pee, but not... I dunno.”
Well I think I do know. I’ve been arousing every pheremone this filly body of mine can produce over the last hour or so. It’s really awesome to see that it works though. Rinsing off my fillyhood with the washer thingy, I back up saying, “Okay you saw me peeing, so you can do whatever you want around me, and it won’t be any grosser than that.”
“Aren’t you gonna flush?” he asks.
“And waste water?” I reply skeptically, “Just pee, and we can flush both at once. Won’t hurt for our pees to mix.”
Shady does his thing, straddling the toilet, and his penis slides out with enviable speed, though I’m sure it’s not arousal. I still watch fascinated, as I see the male member emerge from his sheath, that slim horse cock slightly mottled with his coloring, but otherwise the light pink color of his underlying skin.
“H-heh, yeah it comes out, but you knew that already,” Shady says, shyly. “So I can just... pee with this thing, and you won’t mind at all.”
“Oh no, I wanna see it,” I tell him earnestly, “The pee comes out of that hole on the tip, right?”
“Yeah, lemme just,” he says, pausing for a moment, before golden liquid starts to stream out of his penis, arcing into the toilet from where he pees under his belly.
“Oh, so you face the other way when you pee,” I say in surprise. It’s obvious now that I think about it, but that explains why there’s two bars to lean on.
“Y-yeah, and it doesn’t do anything special either,” Shady replies, still steadily peeing.
“Can you make it pee harder?” I ask hopefully.
Concentrating, Shady gives an indulgent grunt as the stream turns into more of a jet, sounding loudly as it strikes the toilet underneath him.
“Wow...” I say, honestly in awe. I’m gonna have sex with that thing. Oh this’s gonna be incredible.
Shady finishes peeing, and I make sure to smell his pee as much as I can, in case he’s got any pheremones to trigger my sexual arousal. We flush, and wash up, then I hurry back to his room, saying, “C’mon I really wanna play Touch some more.”
Shady hurries too, and we share a conspiratorial smile as we get to his room again. “I’m all peed out,” I tell him gleefully, “So you can touch my fillyhood all you like now.”
Lifting my tail, I face away from Shady, who says, “Wow it’s... it’s really cool. I can just... touch it?”
“Mmmhmm,” I confirm calmly. I’m not nearly as calm when he touches though, poking a hoof right into my filly folds.
“Oh, it’s still got pee on it—!” he says squickily.
“It’s just the washer thingy!” I protest, “Just some water.”
“O-oh right,” Shady replies sheepishly. Then he just goes and touches that pocket again. The place that I need to fill up with a penis~
“It uh...” Shady says cautiously, “It smells really...”
“How’s my fillyhood smell?” I ask sweetly. But if he says fishy, I’m gonna give god another punch to the face for that.
“It smells like you, but more... spicy and sharp?” he says, “I—I didn’t think you smelled like this.”
“Smells good, doesn’t it?” I say, letting my tail drape over his head and neck. “You can smell as close as you want to it.”
“It smells really good,” he says hungrily. “I—I didn’t know you smelled this good.”
“’cause I’m a filly,” I tell him, practically hugging him to my butt with my tail, “I’m made to smell good to colts. My skin makes special oils, that any colt is gonna love. You make special oils too.”
“I... I do?” he says distantly, and oh fuck I can feel his breath on me.
“You can... you can lick me, you know,” I say tensely.
“I... I can...” he says, and then he does. I feel a broad, wet tongue touch me hesitantly, then slide into my folds strongly. I can’t not wink against that.
“Your fillyhood feels so soft,” Shady declares, nosing right up against my labia, and licking inside them, exploring me~
“Oh, it feels so good when you lick me,” I say breathlessly, whimpers of pleasure escaping me, when my clitoris keeps winking against him.
“You keep moving, down here,” he says engrossedly, “Your fillyhood keeps pushing against my tongue.”
“I–it just does that,” I tell him, “When you lick, I just can’t stop... doing that. It means I... feel good in my fillyhood.”
“Oh, well I’ll lick you some more then,” Shady says, thoroughly invested in the greatest cunnilingus of my life. Which is the only cunnilingus of my life so far, but details. His tongue’s reminding me of every inch of fillyhood I have, and even probing that mysterious entrance into my birth canal, though he doesn’t slip inside.
I stroke a teat with one of my forehooves, rocking helplessly as this colt eats me out. It’s better than any improvised dildo, better than rubbing myself on things. This’s an actual person touching me in ways I can’t expect? Is it any wonder that I orgasm quickly?
“Yes, just a little more,” I whimper, “Yes... S-shady... oh yes lick my... oh you’re lipping it. I can’t... please Shady, oh more, oh oh oh oh yes, Shady it’s... it’s happening! Keep licking! I... I need it! I...!”
Then I’m just holding back a tight squeal as the electric pleasure peaking within me explodes into what I know must be the rhythmic contractions of my vagina within. He keeps licking, and I can’t even think! I just... just stand there being a girl, getting licked while waves of orgasm rush through my tiny, shuddering body.
He’s um... still licking when my orgasm starts to let up. “Okay, Shady, you can stop,” I tell him in relief. He stops, and pulls back, his muzzle thorougly slimy now.
“Oh good,” he said, “You told me to keep going, and you were almost ready for something to happen, then you just... went quiet and started just... moving in there over and over again.”
“Something happened,” I explain, even my hair limp around my ears from that experience. I gotta have sex with colts more often. “It just started feeling better and better, until it exploded into tingles that made me just... stand there and feeling it. I... I’ve felt like that before, but with your tongue it was really something. Have you ever... felt like that before?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he says, to my utter amazement. I am in heaven after all, aren’t I? “I just have a penis down there, not that... pocket thing you have.”
“It’s called a cunny,” I tell him, recalling the slang dictionary I looked at for just this purpose, “Also vulva, or labia. Those are the... fold things that you kept spreading open.”
“Y-your cunny was getting really... wet,” he said uncertainly, “It’s not pee, though.”
“Hee, nope,” I reply cheekily, “It’s just something that happens down there when I... when somepony licks me. I just get really... wet, or sorta slimy down there.”
“It’s not slimy,” he protests, “I didn’t mind at all.”
“Yeah I can tell,” I say, nuzzling at his already sticky face. Um...
“Okay, so we are playing Touch, so I can...” I say an inch away from Shady Daze’s half parted muzzle. Then I...
Then I start licking his snout. I actually don’t taste as good as I imagined, but I do like making his face clean, and...
“Dinky, what... Dinky stop you’re not my mom,” Shady says, his huge eyes crossed to look at me, like two sentinels of attention standing in his hear.
“I got your muzzle all slimy,” I pout, pulling back, “And I just wanted to clean it off.”
“You didn’t... it’s not slimy!” he protests, flustered.
“It totally is slimy!” I protest right back, “It’s supposed to be slimy! My fillyhood just gets really slimy and slippery back there sometimes. It’s just a special... filly slime my body produces, when ponies... slide stuff around my fillyhood.”
At his look of confused disbelief, I add, “I’m sorta like a snail down there, except not as sticky.”
“And, um... every filly...” he says, looking at my flank again.
“And every filly or mare gets slimy,” I add. “It’s a wonderful kind of slimy, but it gets kind of sticky when it dries, so I just...”
Before I can start grooming his face again, Shady says, “I’ll just wash off in the sink.”
“No, but...!” I say, getting in his way, “But I really like... being a mommy,” I tell him totally honestly. “Can’t I just... lick your face a little? It’s a thing fillies... like to do.”
“Oh, okay,” Shady says, giving me a flat look, “Just don’t start scruffing me and we’re cool.”
“Maybe if I was five times bigger,” I say in amusement. Then I... lick my vaginal juices off the right side of his muzzle. And that turns into kissing. Like, he’s about clean, and my eyes are contentedly closed, as I’m licking and licking and... his lips are right there, so I could kiss him, so I do.
That certainly stops me from licking. I kiss Shady Daze, just... feeling his lips against mine. It’s different from Susie, because he’s a horse, and also not a little girl, but he still has lips, and I still have lips. And it’s just kind of... warm and tingly to wrap my lips against his. I pull back and he moves forward and we kiss again. Just tilting our heads back and forth, meeting mouths together. I am so fucking wet.
He tears himself out of it, pulling back to pant earnestly before me. “Wow, that was...” he says in utter confusion, “That was licking?!”
“Um... no, that was... kissing,” I say, as the light bulb goes off over Shady’s head. “When you play Touch, it really makes kissing feel good,” I tell him, licking my lips at just how good it felt. Maybe we should do it on his bed, after all.
“I... I didn’t know kissing felt that good,” he says faintly. “You wanna... kiss some more?”
“Sure,” I say happily, trotting over to his bed. I flop back on it, as looking at me in confusion, Rumble says,
“Wah? What are we gonna do on the bed?”
“I’ll just lay on my back on your bed,” I explain, wiggling my hind legs at him, “And you can climb over on top of me, and we can start kissing.”
“O-on my bed?” He says uncertainly.
“That means whenever you lie on your bed later, you can remember what we did today,” I tell him warmly, “Even if I’m not around. So c’mon, let’s make your bed a wonderful place to remember!”
Well, I wiggle around, and he straddles me, and you better believe his penis is out. It’s a lot thicker than when he was peeing. Almost comes up to my belly button. Am I really gonna be able to get that whole thing inside me? Well, however much he can get in, I’ll be happy as long as I can get him to cum inside.
“S-sorry, I—!” Shady says as his penis slaps my smooth, lavender belly, like right on a nipple.
I hurriedly reassure him, “Don’t worry, we’re playing Touch, remember. You can touch me anywhere you want, with anything, even your penis.”
“O...okay,” he says, relaxing it so it just kind of... rests on my belly, where I can see the tiny hole out of which his semen’s gonna come. Man, I looked at my own semen-hole a million times, and I never found it as incredible as this. I really am a fucking filly!
Well, not fucking yet, at any rate.
Craning down, Shady kisses me, and my eyes slip closed as I explore his mouth with my own again. It’s surprisingly mundane at first, even now, but after a few seconds we’re just getting lost in it. Shady starts humping his penis as we kiss and kiss, and I start trying to get my hips to line up with it. He pulls back from the kiss, to gasp,
“Your... sliminess feels really good on my penis,”
“Rub your penis there all you want,” I say as huskily as a thin voiced soprano can, putting my forehoof on his chest, “Put your colthood together with my fillyhood.”
He does, and... he actually forgets all about kissing, which is probably good, since it’s easier to think this way. Of course it’s harder to think when a colt’s penis is rubbing against my labia about this close to penetrating me!
We both stare at our groins, him in fascination, and me in frustration, but also fascination at this colt’s eager explorations. What he’s discovering with that thing.
“Try using just the tip,” I suggest, as Shady pulls back a bit more, and uses a hoof to steady his penis so he can wedge it in between my folds. “Oh Shady,” I whine, “Push~”
He pushes, and slips right outta me. “A-again,” I say fervently, “Just... feel around in there. With your penis.”
Shady slides his penis around within my slimy, winking folds, and I almost panic thinking that I got too slimy so he can’t even get in. But then Shady just sort of wedges into something in there, and he’s like,
“I... I think you...”
“Feel anything good~?” I ask him coyly. I feel myself stretched wide around his penis. He doesn’t even have to hold himself anymore. He’s just stuck in me.
“H-how deep do you go in there?” he asks, to which I merely answer,
“Push...”
Shady pushes, and it’s... amazing. My practice, my... arousal I dunno. I should not be old enough to do this without pain. But as thick as Shady is, I guess he’s still small enough for me. It’s a tight fit. I’m a tight fit. But once he pushes, Shady groans and scrapes a rear hoof on his blankets, trying to force it into me as hard as he can.
I try to breathe, try to comprehend what I’m feeling right now. I... I’m not a filly anymore. There’s a penis within my body. I try to relax and open and he keeps pushing in, and stretching me.
“You’re hot in there, Dinky!” Shady exclaims in shock, “Is this okay?! Is this—”
“This’s wonderful,” I tell him in a cute little moan that only a filly who can get fucked can make.
“Y-you’re bigger than I thought you were,” Shady says tensely, prodding at something sensitive and powerful deep within me. He can’t get his entire penis in, but I don’t care I’m just full of him!
“I’m sliming all around you,” I say, looking into his eyes, and feeling that colt’s cock alive within me, “You like my slime, huh?”
“It... yes, it... it’s amazing!” he replies, trembling, “Why are you so hot?”
“Everypony’s hot on the inside,” I say a little uncertainly, “That’s why we have to put the thermometer in our mouth.”
“And... and you just... go in like this,” he adds, still completely shocked at what he’s done.
“Your penis goes out, my vagina goes in,” I say happily, trying to figure out how to clench my vaginal muscles around him.
“S-so we just stand here like this?” he asks, “This is the... the best thing in the world?”
“Oh, there’s more,” I tell him, curling my tail with his. I know he can feel that. “Try pushing it into me, again.”
Shady flexes his legs, to slide out of me, and we both hiss in urgent passion, as bit by bit I feel the penis leave me within, until he just kind of flops out of my labia. Purposefully aligning his penis with my entrance again, he pushes, and once again we both moan as the colt slides up as deep as he can go, in one smooth stroke.
“Again~?” I ask in utter delight.
It’s absolutely glorious when he slides out of me, but he pulls all the way out again, then hurriedly lines himself up to push in deep. Once we grunting foals have once again driven his penis deep into my vagina, I say, “Not... not all the way. Only pull out enough to push in deep again.”
He does, and this time when he gets in deep, he pulls out again immediately, then pushes into me again, then pulls out. In and out, in and out.
“You’re... doing it...” I say breathlessly, because if I thought getting penetrated was intense, now that he’s doing it, it’s just this continuous sliding. That pink and grey penis sliding into the canal within my featureless lavender hips.
“The sliding,” is all he manages to say, going faster and faster. I can’t say anything anymore, only want him, because Shady starts humping into me as fast and hard as he can.
We lose track of everything for a... while, mating mindlessly but purposefully. But I feel an orgasm rising in me, and Shady must feel his coming too. He slams into me back there, in a way that’s both uncomfortable and sexy. I feel like I’m stretching open to... admit him or something, in ways his penis hasn’t reached.
“What are we... what are we doing?” he asks, his coat shining with the sweat that he and I are both covered in.
“You can’t stop,” I tell him, hooves curled to my chest under the pony who’s fucking me, my smile both needy and satisfied, “You’re gonna cum inside me.”
“I’m gonna... cum?” he asks.
“You’re gonna slide it in and out,” I say in drunken lust that a little filly should never be allowed to be in, “It’s gonna feel better and better, until you can’t stop squirting all your semen, deep in me as you can.”
He pulls out and in and stops again, as I gasp, “Gonna feel it come up your penis, and into me. Gonna squirt it into my womb!”
He pulls out then, and when he pushes in, he pushes so hard, saying, “Nnh... deep in you...”
Then he just... slips past... something, and our hips collide as Shady slides the rest of the way in. Holy shit...!
“I went... deeper,” Shady says dumbly, his lust a little broken from the shock of doing that. “There was a thing.”
I try to breathe, at the subtly mind blowing sensation that could only be a penis in my womb. He is up to my belly button now! I fucking love grinding against a colt who’s slid his erect penis straight up into my womb. Pushing me down with his hips.
“What’s... cum?” he asks, trembling against my purple hips spread around his.
“’ssa white creamy stuff,” I tell him urgently, “You’re gonna slide in and out until you can’t stop squirting it out. In spurts. Inside me.”
“How do I know, when it’s gonna... come out?” he asks tensely.
“You’ll know,” I reply, hugging him chest to chest, “Keep... thrusting until you can’t thrust anymore. Your penis’ll just squirt and squirt it deep inside me.” Shady flares then. I can feel him expanding in there, stretching me even wider, deeper, sealing off any way for his seed to go besides in me.
“I want to,” he whispers over my shoulder, “Dinky, I’m gonna slide as... much as I can. I’m inside you!”
“Fill me up with your cum, Shady,” I whisper back. He starts fucking me.
He hugs me tight, while his rear legs kneeling between my thighs pull him out, and push him in again. Soon we’re both bucking against each other like animals. All I can think of is how it keeps sliding deep, deeper than deep. That’s where he’s gonna put a foal in me! I can’t stop orgasming again!
He can’t stop either. My cries rise in pitch, when he shoves deep inside my hips and sort of... just barely pulls in and out in ragged thrusts, until a jet of cum erupts from his penis inside me. Holy crap I can feel it! Holy fuck, he’s still going!
“You’re doing it, Shady,” I say, smiling up at him, “How’s it feel to cum inside me?”
He responds by kissing me. Oh fuck yes. So kissed hard, I shiver there, while his jerking penis keeps eagerly pumping hot blooms of semen within me. Spurt, spurt, spurt, I lose count after eight. I feel like I’m being pumped full. I feel like I’m pregnant. His seed is inside me! Gonna find my egg, and just grow my belly huge, and then I’m gonna give birth for him!
And... now I’m laying there panting hard, with a satisfyingly full feeling from the penis in my hips and the seed that Shady filled me with. He’s hugging me tight, and I’m hugging him tight, and I’m just about smooshed into the mattress and blankets underneath me. I’m starting to realize just how deep that fantasy was getting. Do I really wanna... push a baby out of there?
“Okay, I... I did it,” Shady says, pushing back from me, but not pulling out. “Now what did I just do?”
I touch where his penis is going inside, where I’m... full of semen. Oh man, I’ve never felt so much like a filly before, like a real filly. I don’t even care if I have a penis. All I want is this amazing place inside me, to hold his penis inside me, and to be filled with his seed. And...
“This’s how you make babies,” I say up to Shady in a shocked sort of gratitude. Holy heck did I start wanting that!
“What?” he asks in confusion.
“Your seed makes me have a baby,” I try clarifying, “That’s why you wanted to squirt it up nice and deep, to make sure I’d have your foal.”
“What? I don’t have a foal!” Shady says in equal confusion, starting to pull out until my legs clench around behind him to hold him in. “All I did was put my penis in you and... the semen came out, just like you said.”
Giving him a wary look, I ask, “Do you know where babies come from?”
Ears tilting down, Shady says, “Well, my dad says he’ll tell me when I’m older. It’s some kind of magic, isn’t it?”
With a slight smile, I say, “You could say that. You... feel where your penis is right now? The very tip, I mean?”
“Yeah it... pushed past something,” he said thoughtfully, “You go really deep.”
“Well... what you’re feeling is my womb,” I tell him, so happy that I got to be the one to tell him. “Since I’m a filly, I’m gonna start making eggs one day, like a chicken, but my eggs are so small you can’t even see them.”
“I’m uh... I’m sliding out, I think,” he says, squirming his hips against mine. God, I never orgasmed this time. Why do I feel so good, then?
“It’s okay, you got a feel for it already,” I say with a wink, “But yeah, so I’m gonna start laying eggs, but not in a nest. My eggs go into my womb in there. Where your semen is.”
“Okay, so...” he says, scrunching up his muzzle trying to imagine it.
“Just a little speck in here,” I say, touching my lower belly, “Just floating around. But your seed has something special in it called sperm.”
“Sperm?” he repeats, a word I’ve thankfully refamiliarized myself with.
“They’re little swimmy things, that swim around in there, searching for my egg,” I explain, “My egg gives a special smell that they can smell, and they go towards it. Then they go inside it, just like you went inside me. Then my egg... changes.”
Shady’s almost entirely slid out of me, but he listens in fascination for the last few minutes of penetration I have. “Your sperm changes my egg into somepony else’s um... egg,” I tell him, “And that somepony is our foal.”
“So my sperm in there are... searching for an egg to change it?” he asks, “What do you mean our foal?”
“Well, I’d be the mommy, and you’d be the daddy,” I tell him. “That’s how you were created. Your daddy squirted all his semen into your mommy, right in the same vagina that I have. When his seed found your mommy’s egg, it started to transform into you.”
“So I’m a... but I’m not a daddy,” he says in confusion, “You didn’t just make me a daddy, did you?”
Blushing, I say, “Yeah, kinda. Feels really good to become a daddy, doesn’t it?”
“It... it did,” he says, pulling away from me as a rush of his... seed wells up in me. I hastily cover my labia with my hoof. “Was that why it felt good?”
“Mmmhmm,” I say, squeezing my legs around my forearm as he pulls all the way back from me.
“So you have a... a foal in there now?” he asks, more than a little unsettled by this, which is fine. Good to be cautious about this sort of thing.
“Well, not until your sperm finds my egg,” I clarify, “And then it’s... our foal, but still just a speck. Like a little bubble. Then it splits into two eggs. Then those split, making four tinier eggs. I um... dunno if egg is the right word, but you end up with a little ball of mini-eggs floating inside me. Then it sort of latches onto my womb in there.”
“Latches on?” he says with a wince.
“Oh I can’t feel it at all. It’s so tiny,” I tell him, “Plus my womb is made to be latched onto. It’ll latch right back, and then I start pumping... blood into the ball.”
“That sounds... painful,” he says.
Shaking my head, I say, “Naw, it’s not any more painful than pumping the blood into your hoof, or into your face. I just have a new part of my body now, which starts growing bigger from a tiny speck. I have to grow bigger and bigger in there, and I have to eat a lot more food so I can grow that new part. And my womb starts changing too.”
He listens speechlessly, as I tell Shady, “It’s just a little sack right now, but then my womb starts getting bigger, and growing really strong, thick muscles. It takes a long time, a whole year, but pretty soon it even makes my belly grow bigger.”
Gesturing with my free forehoof, I say, “See how my belly’s sort of... roundish? Well it’ll get bigger and rounder like... like this, like I have a big old beachball inside of me, or a melon.”
“S...so this ball gets really big, and then...” he prompts, making me again shake my head.
“No, sorry. It was a ball, but while my womb was getting all big and strong, inside it, the ball starts changing shape, getting bumps on it that grow into arms and legs, and a head, and eyeballs and stuff. The bigger it gets, the more it starts looking like a baby pony. So if you see me with a big beachball belly, then there’s gonna be a little foal in me, almost ready to come out.”
“C-come out?” he asks faintly.
“Ohh yeah that’s the best part,” I say eagerly, frowning and adding, “And also the worst part. When the foal’s big enough, she can live outside of me, so I have to give birth.”
“Oh I heard the word give birth before!” he said hopefully, “So it means to take the foal out of you?”
“It means to push the foal out of me,” I clarify, “That place where your penis was, I’m gonna start using my womb really hard to pull it open like a... like a rubber band.”
Spreading my legs around my hoof covering my vulva, I pull my hoof away, and his seed starts to dribble out of me. “O-once I’m stretched enough,” I say, hoping I’m not ruining his blankets or anything, “I start squeezing my womb. All those muscles I said, I need them to give birth. I squeeze really hard, just flexing my belly down,” I lower my hooves to my real belly to clarify, “And push the foal right out through my vagina. Sorta like I’m a tube of toothpaste.”
He’s staring at my pussy now, hopefully not because I’ve totally traumtized him, but just to check, I say, “Just imagine it sort of... stretching open as a foal’s head comes squeezing out of it. I have to keep pushing and pushing, until they’re all the way outta me. So coming out between my legs is a real foal, and she’ll grow up just like you and me then, except I’ll be her mommy, and you’ll be her daddy. That’s how your daddy became your daddy, because your mommy grew you in her womb, then pushed you out of her vagina. And here you are. Even my mommy. She uh...”
Blushing, I relate that odd... experience to Shady, saying, “My mommy said she did it standing up, so I sort of dropped out between her legs and hung there, and then... well landed I guess. But she squatted down, so that I wouldn’t fall or anything. It was... really nice of her to tell me, since I can’t remember it happening.”
“Yeah, it... seems really weird, but... you seriously are gonna grow a foal in your belly?” he asks, “Am I gonna have to... go to work like my dad does?”
“No, that’s more of a being grown-up thing,” I tell him, “You pretty much just have to hug the foal, and feel really good about it, and love it, just like your dad loves you.”
“I still can’t believe you’re just gonna... make a foal in your belly. Just ‘cause I did that semen thing,” he says shaking his head slowly.
“Well, um... I might not be making it just yet,” I tell him with a wince.
“What else do you have to do?” Shady asks in consternation.
“It doesn’t always work,” I tell him. “You kind of have to... do this again, putting your semen inside me a bunch of times, before your foal starts growing in there. S-so if you ever want to put your penis inside me again, and... put all your seed in there, we can keep doing it, and then I’ll... probably start having your foal.”
Well, I honestly know that until I start going into estrus it’s a very, very remote possibility, but I kind of want to see if he’ll do it, even if he knows it’s gonna do that to me.
“W-we can do that again?” Shady asks, wide-eyed.
Perking up, I say, “Yeah!” with a bright smile, “Whenever we can find someplace alone, you just climb up on me, and I can show you how to get it in there really good. You can cum inside me as much as you want. And... and if we keep doing it, I’ll tell you when I feel the foal start growing inside me.”
“I thought you couldn’t feel it,” he says, “When it latches on?”
“No, but I can feel after that,” I tell him, “My whole body’s gonna change a lot. You saw mommies giving their foals milk, right?”
“Y-yeah, you mean your...” he says, indicating my little teats.
“Yeah, these can’t make milk right now,” I say, poking one, “But they’ll grow bigger and start leaking milk and stuff. And I’m gonna start feeling really weird as I get made to um... think like a mommy, and love my foal and stuff. Plus with how much I have to grow my foal, I’ll get hungry more, and probably tired more, because making a foal is a lot of work! So once that starts happening... I’ll make sure you know I’m doing it.”
Smiling his way, I say, “I don’t need to tell anyone else, even. You’ll be the only pony who knows my belly’s getting bigger because of your foal.”
“I don’t know how to feel about that...” he says indecisively.
“Well, wait a few days, then you can tell me if you wanna put your penis inside me some more,” I tell him, “But just remember if you do, then I’m gonna start having your baby.”
Later that week, he shows up, trembling, in the supply shed that I’ve sort of coopted as a clubhouse, far from any prying eyes or ears. “I... I can’t stop wanting it,” he says, “I keep thinking about it. You felt so good in there. I don’t want to be a daddy, but I really, really wanna put my penis inside you. I–I’m gonna make you push a foal out of your cunny, but I don’t care I just gotta do it to you.”
“Well, then,” I say, turning and lifting my tail for him, “Come hug my butt, put your penis in there, and let’s start making a foal.”
Well, he climbs up on my butt, and he’s so excited about having sex with me that he’s totally erect, but he doesn’t exactly know how to get it in pony style. So I tease him while he pokes it around there blindly, until he finally slots into my vagina, and I stop teasing him.
“Holy... fuck,” I whisper, as the tremendous satisfaction of being mounted and bred floods through my young body.
Shady starts fucking right away, moaning, “Oh Dinky, you feel even better this time!”
“Cuz you wanna put a foal in me,” I say dreamily, shoving back against his thrusts, “Cuz you wanna put all your cream deep inside, so I can’t stop having a big belly, and giving birth.”
“Y-you’re gonna be a mommy,” he whimpers, the only other sounds being our harsh breaths and soft smacks as my depths are thoroughly plumbed, “I wanna... change you into a mommy...”
We fuck like rabbits then, not a word exchanged until his hips jam up tight and that seed pumps thickly into me once more. I don’t orgasm that time either, but Shady can’t get enough of me after this, and the fourth time, I do orgasm, and kind of... pee all over my legs, but I don’t notice from the pleasure that makes me squeal to be fertilized.
In my post orgasm glow, my womb full of his seed again, I lay with him, rubbing my belly with a hoof. “You think I have a foal in there, yet?” I ask him sweetly.
“I... I dunno,” he says, laying his own hoof on my belly. “My seed’s in there just... searching for your egg. I hope it finds it. I really want you to be... giving birth. It’s silly, but I... really want to see that happen to you.”
“I’d stand there, moaning and pushing,” I tell him softly, snuggling to his side, “Below my tail, a foal would be sliding out, and every time you cum inside me, you can imagine me standing there, and doing that for you.”