“Okay the coast is clear. Let’s do this,” comes the bright, sweet voice of the green filly known only as Hornet.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” whispers the lavender unicorn filly known as Dinky Dew, in the cool light of the forested wilderness just outside of town, “There’s really a secret the adults don’t want us to know? What if we get caught?”
“We won’t get caught,” the grey pegasus colt known as Rumble says chidingly, as the two follow along behind Hornet’s purposeful trot. “There’s nopony even out here.”
“Alright, here’s the hiding spot,” the raven haired green filly says, pushing aside some branches in some thick underbrush. At Hornet’s suggestion, Dinky squeezes through first, followed by Rumble so he can “see her” whatever that’s supposed to mean. The tunnel through the brambles opens out to a cave that has been cleverly concealed from view, with entertwining branches forming a glowing green net of vines above them in a cathedral-like ceiling at the cave entrance.
“Hold on!” Hornet says before Dinky wanders curiously into the cave, “It’s better to do it out in the sun, where you can see each other.”
“Do what?” Rumble asks, “There’s something we’re gonna do that’s a grownup secret?”
“Yep,” the green filly says with a wink, “And it’s an awesome secret too. You’re gonna love it.”
“Well, what is it?” Dinky asks with a little frown of frustration.
Hornet lifts a forehoof and ruffles the filly’s straw blonde hair saying, “You wanna get started, huh? Well good because you gotta go first, since you’re the filly.”
“Aren’t you a filly?” Dinky asks, and Hornet winces at this for some reason.
“Yes,” she grumbles, “Yes I am. But I already know about it, and I wanted to share it with you. So the secret starts with a game called Touch. Grownups do it when they want to be close to each other, and trust each other.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely!” Dinky says with wide golden eyes, “How do we do it? I’m the filly?”
“Well, it’s called Touch, because you touch ponies,” Hornet says, laying her hoof on Dinky’s shoulder, “So what we have to do is touch you in ways that feel nice, and all you have to do is let us touch you, wherever we want to.”
“Wherever you want?” Dinky asks thoughtfully, looking down at Hornet’s calm, green furred hoof.
“Even your belly,” Hornet purrs, making Dinky’s irises shrink.
“P-p-please don’t touch my belly I hate being tickled!” she whines, backing up from Hornet’s hoof, which plants back to the ground.
“That’s another secret,” Hornet says, “I bet I can show Rumble how to touch your belly in a way that doesn’t tickle.”
“You’re joking!” Dinky says in shock.
“I’d like to learn that!” Rumble says with a hopeful smile.
Hornet nods, approaching Dinky again, “Alright, here goes. Let me teach you about tickling and light touches. Hold out your hoof for me.”
Dinky does.
With just the lightest and briefest touches of her arm against Dinky’s, Hornet explains, “You can get tickled by a feather, because it’s a light touch, like this. It tickles a little, right?”
“Y-yeah, but it’s just my arm,” Dinky says, “I’m not ticklish there.” Except the armpits, but she was afraid to tell them that, or they might tickle her until she squeals.
“Alright, now...” squatting on her haunches, Hornet braces one hoof under Dinky’s arm, and firmly strokes the original one firmly over her poll. “That doesn’t tickle, does it?”
“No, so you mean...” Dinky says, staring calculatingly at the filly stroking her own arm.
“It hurts if you push a belly too hard, but the trick is nice firm touches, and leading up to it,” Hornet says, stroking Dinky’s shoulder and saying, “Lie on your back, and I’ll show you.
Dinky does reluctantly, afraid that this is going to be a tickle prank or something, but Hornet lays on her side next to Dinky, and strokes the fur of Dinky’s chest. “Alright, now watch me before you try it, Rumble.”
“D-does it work on me too?” he asks.
Hornet nods, “It does, but this game is a lot more than just belly touching. It’s important the filly gets touched a lot at first, for reasons you’ll see later.”
“Aren’t you going to have fun?” Rumble asks worriedly.
Hornet nods brightly, “Oh sure! See this question mark? My special talent is finding out how other ponies feel, so I have fun by teaching you these special games! While you two are doing it, I’ll be able to enjoy seeing you enjoying it, knowing I helped you out.”
“That makes sense,” he shrugs, settling on his haunches.
Dinky blushes at the attention saying, “B-but why do I have to be the one touched all over?”
“If I was gonna just tell you,” the green and black filly replies chirpy, “Then my cutie mark would be a period, not a question mark. Trust me, it’s lots better if I show you.”
“I–I’m just...” Dinky blushed, looking away from Rumble. “I don’t know,” she said.
“That’s another good thing about this secret,” Hornet says soothingly, stroking lower and lower on Dinky’s belly in long smooth strokes, “It helps you relax, and stop feeling nervous. So just let me continue, and you’ll feel okay again I promise.”
“O-okay,” Dinky says, tensing every time Hornet gets close to tickling her. The green filly is patient though, and it isn’t long before Dinky feels herself start to relax. It just starts seeming so silly to her why she was nervous at all, as she indulges in the lovely firm belly rubs.
“It’s working!” Dinky tells Rumble with a smile, just laying like this, belly up, with her legs splayed. “She’s rubbing my belly and it’s okay! Y-you can even rub it too!”
“Why don’t you try, Rumble?” Hornet asks slyly, “Start with her chest and move down, just like I’m doing. Dinky’ll enjoy it, right Dinky?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Dinky says, laying her head back and kicking a leg at the warm fuzzies in her.
Rumble hesitates at first, but with his touches firming up, there’s no way it’s going to tickle Dinky’s belly. All Hornet’s attention really helped too, and Dinky just felt really, really okay with being touched. Hornet moves lower as Rumble approaches Dinky’s belly, and the green filly was getting awfully close to—then she stroked smoothly and firmly, right up between Dinky’s legs.
Dinky squeaked at that, and she wasn’t supposed to get touched there! That was where pee came out! Hornet just traced around the edge of Dinky’s young mound then, not touching the filly’s soft vulval folds again. “What are you doing?” Dinky asked tensely.
“The game is Touch,” Hornet says plainly, “That means we can touch you anywhere. Even... here,” her sliding hoof spreads Dinky’s secret folds enough to make Dinky shiver with the alien sensation. “I’m out of room up there anyway, since Rumble gets your chest and belly.”
“S-sorry,” Rumble says, blushing hotly through his grey fur, “But... we’re not supposed to touch fillies there.”
“You know why?” Hornet says with a gap-toothed grin, “It’s a big grownup secret why you’re not supposed to touch fillies right... here,” coming so close to touching Dinky’s fillyhood again.
“W-why?” Rumble asks.
“You want to know too, Dinky?” Hornet says teasingly, stroking one of Dinky’s n-nipples for some reason.
Blushing hotly, Dinky said, “I-it feels funny. Different than when you touch my belly. More... itchier?”
“Not ticklish though,” Hornet says, laying her arm against Dinky’s vulva, and stroking it back and forth, back and forth, “So... you wanna know?”
“M—mm-hmm,” Dinky says, her whole body tensing up from the pleasant tingles emanating from between her legs.
“It’s because they don’t want you to find out that this place feels the best to touch,” Hornet says, leaning into Dinky’s pelvis as she makes Dinky tingle so, “More than any other part of your body.”
“R-really?” the grey pegasus colt asks, staring at Hornet’s attention to Dinky’s cleft.
“It... it does,” Dinky says disbelievingly, as she can’t think of a single part of her body that feels better than these growing tingles, and this weird chilly flutter in her tummy. “It’s not crazy, just... it feels better than my belly. Scarily better.”
“How so?” Rumble asks, as Hornet just won’t stop.
“I’ve... it’s hard to think, my head’s all fuzzy, and it just feels like...nnh!” Dinky moans, arching up helplessly against Hornet’s hoof, “It’s just making it hard to think,” she says, “And my... I can’t stop getting excited it’s like... breathing, and um... wow...”
Hornet stops then and a disappoined whinny escapes Dinky at that. “You wanna try touching her vulva, Rumble?” Hornet asks the colt. “It’s actually lots easier than touching the belly. Watch this.”
And Hornet just so very lightly grazes her hoof against Dinky’s nether lips, making Dinky arch up again, her bottom urging her to seek those touches, to get more of them.
“Does that tickle?” Hornet asks, leaving Dinky alone to answer.
“No it... it just feels really h-hungry?” Dinky says in confusion, “Like I want to go get your hoof against me again. It... it doesn’t tickle!”
“That’s another secret,” Hornet says, lightly stroking Dinky’s belly. “If you touch a filly’s vulva, between her legs, it makes her not ticklish everywhere. See?”
And then Dinky noticed that Hornet was lightly stroking her belly. “I should be tickled!” she says in amazement, “It just feels tingly!”
“It’s all about firm touches, working up to it, and touching this stuff,” Hornet says, punctuating the last one with a sensuous rub along Dinky’s cleft, “You’ll get ticklish again later, but now ponies can touch you anywhere, and it’ll only feel good.”
“I love Touch,” Dinky moans, humping unknowingly against Hornet’s hoof.
“When do I get touched?” Rumble asks jealously.
“The colt gets touched when the filly becomes ‘wet,’” Hornet explains, “Come and touch between Dinky’s legs and you’ll see what I mean.”
Hornet goes to cuddling around Dinky’s shoulders, and stroking her hoof down Dinky’s belly, while Rumble goes to check out that lavender crotch.
“Woah!” he says in surprise, much to Dinky’s surprise, “Did you pee?”
“What?!” Dinky squeaks as Hornet barely holds back a snicker, “I didn’t!” Dinky says desperately, “Why do you think I did?”
“Fillies have special glands between their legs,” Hornet cuts in, “It’s more like sweating than pee. When you rub her, her fillyhood starts getting moist. That’s what it means for a filly to get wet.”
“S-so it’s my turn to get touched?” Rumble says excitedly.
“Hold on a sec, Casanova,” Hornet tells him chidingly, “Go ahead and smell her juices, and you’ll see it isn’t pee.”
Lifting her damp arm before Dinky’s nose, Hornet says, “You go ahead and smell too. This is a special stuff that your fillyhood makes, that smells really good for a colt.”
“I–it does! It doesn’t smell like pee!” Rumble declares heatedly. He starts rubbing, more enthusiastically than his first time, stroking his hoof boldly between Dinky’s legs.
Dinky is breathing too hard not to smell the spicy tang on Hornet’s arm. She made a...? “There’s a juice down there?” Dinky asks in confusion, “That came out of me when you rubbed?”
Hornet hugs Dinky gladly and says in a cheerful chirp, “You got it! It makes your fillyhood extra easy to rub, since it’s so slippery now, and it makes your fillyhood smell extra delicious to Rumble here?”
“Oh gosh,” Dinky says, blushing at the thought that she smells delicious to him because of some juice sweating out of her fillyhood, “Oh golly...” She squeezes her legs around his hoof, just adoring the feel of it against her down there.
“I bet Rumble wants to taste it,” Hornet tells Dinky making Rumble try to tug his arm out from Dinky’s leg hug, both of them shocked by Hornet’s admission. “Rumble could lick you there, with his tongue, and it’d feel better than anything you felt so far.”
“T-that’s crazy!” Dinky said, dying of embarassment, “I pee from there!”
“Not right now you don’t,” the raven haired filly counters smoothly, “All you have to do is spread your legs and let him make you feel incredible.”
Dinky w-wanted it. She couldn’t imagine a colt would do... that to her. It was gross! Why did she want it? With a needy whine, Dinky spreads her legs, feeling Rumble’s hoof leave their grasp.
“Just put your nose right up there, Rumble,” Hornet instructs him, as Rumble nears Dinky’s groin, “Take a good long whiff. Just a teeny little lick and you’ll be making Dinky feel so good. I know you can do it. It’s your special power as a colt. To taste her.”
Then what could have only been Rumble’s tongue touches Dinky, a soft, hesitant poke at first, and then longer and longer slick, hot strokes. Dinky couldn’t stop the pleasure from getting bigger and bigger! She is hanging onto Green Hornet for dear life, arching her belly up into the air, her legs kicking uncoordinatedly as Rumble’s tongue blows her mind and fills her body with rushing tingles coming from her groin.
“Stop!” Hornet commands.
Rumble obeys, reducing Dinky to a miserable mewling wreck, still arching up and saying, “No, please...!”
“You don’t want Rumble to miss out on Touch entirely, do you Dinky?” Hornet asks, gently stroking the sweating filly’s soft yellow locks of hair. “That tongue thing he’s doing? That’s your reward, for when you get Rumble to finish.”
“Finish?” Dinky asks weakly, feeling like she missed something. What, she had no clue.
“Yes, see the trick is that colts don’t need a lot of touch to finish,” Hornet says, “They can get ready, and do what feels incredible right away. All this touch helped you feel better and better, but he’s ready without being touched at all.”
“Y-you mean my penis?” Rumble asks, lifting a leg, and Dinky stares as the thing that makes him a quinessential boy is hanging between his legs and looking gigantic compared to when he’s just peeing.
“Yes, you need to do something with your penis, and when you’re done, you can thank Dinky for making you feel good, by licking her like that,” Hornet tells him.
“What then?” Rumble asks with a wince, “It’s aching and really tingly! I don’t know why it keeps getting big like this.”
“That’s because you’re ready to do her,” Hornet says to Rumble, eyeing his package with a hot anticipation.
“Do me?” Dinky squeaks.
“You know what would make your penis feel really good, Rumble?” Hornet coos at him, “Something hot, and wet, and slimy. What I need you to do Rumble, is touch Dinky. Get it?”
“M-m-m–but...” Rumble says uncertainly, straddling Dinky with his penis dangling down towards her fillyhood like a bobbing dark pole.
“Now it’s your turn to make him feel incredible, Dinky,” Hornet tells the panting lavender filly, belly up, with her bottom tingling and slimy with her juices. “It’s gonna feel like the best stretch, and when he’s done, he’s gonna lick you again.”
“Please, hurry, Rumble...” Dinky whines in desperation, laying on her back and looking at his penis. Why wasn’t he doing her?!
Dinky doesn’t even flinch, when Rumble looms above her, and that fleshy boy pole starts sliding between her legs. “Oh Celestia,” Rumble swears, squatting over Dinky so his penis can touch her more. Hornet backs off from the two of them, while Rumble humps against her needily, and Dinky tilts her hips up, that sliding so exquisite, but clumsy, and just... not enough...!
“Play with her down there, Rumble,” Hornet suggests “Put just the tip of your penis against her, and fiddle around. Do whatever you want, because Dinky’s body is ready. She needs it, now.”
Dinky didn’t know what she needed now, but she needed it. “I–I’m so ready!” she tries to cheer him on, “P-please help I... I don’t know what I want, but try anything! My fillyhood is... needs it now!”
“I–I...” Rumble lifts up his hips, and shifts to try and rub the tip against the filly’s round, lavender pelvis. Hornet reaches between them then, and he freezes as her hoof touches his penis, angling it to press right against Dinky’s hottest folds. Then, he pushes against Dinky needily.
“That’s it,” Hornet says soothingly to Rumble, “Right there. That’s where Dinky needs you. Your penis.”
“Thank you~” Dinky says exquisitely, tilting her hips to try and touch him more. She wants nothing more than his lush, fat penis pressing against her private parts right now.
“Dinky, you’re so wet it’s...” Rumble pauses as his horny thrust, guided by Hornet’s hoof, begins to push against Dinky’s lowest, most intimate, most filly-est place in the world. And Dinky finds herself ...wrapping around him? Her folds just wrap tightly around him, as he pushes his shaft against her, and... doesn’t stop.
“How deep do you go?” Rumble exclaims tensely, as his penis just keeps sliding into her! Dinky can’t answer at first, because every nerve is on fire right now, a glorious, beautiful, painful stretching, her body is all around his penis, and she couldn’t stop him from going deeper!
“I–I don’t know!” Dinky squeals anxiously surrounded by his presence, with his penis invading her! She looks at Hornet for advice, or confirmation, or... something! “He’s hurting me!”
“Wait, don’t pull out,” Hornet says in alarm, rearing up on Rumble and pushing him deeper into Dinky— no wait, just stopping him from pulling out.
“Just go slowly,” Hornet says to Rumble, once he’s still, with his tool half embedded in Dinky’s hips. Dinky just looks at it in shock between her legs, trying to comprehend what she’s seeing half stuck into her right now. Her little lavender legs are spread, her tail is flat on the floor, and Rumble’s thick, dark penis is jamming up into that nondescript purple pelvis of hers. It... slides out a bit, just a teeny bit, like it’s going into a hole in her fillyhood. Dinky can feel Rumble’s penis shifting beyond her vulva, all the way inside her belly!
“Dinky has a very special place inside her, for your penis to go,” Hornet explains, “That’s where your penis is now, in her vagina. Fillies are built to hold a penis, even if Dinky didn’t know it. Her body just grew deep like that, while she was growing up. While your penis grew bigger, her vagina secretly grew softer, and stretchier. But she hasn’t practiced yet, so Dinky still needs to stretch out enough for you to fit. Just be patient, and you can go inside her all the way.”
“You okay, Dinky?” Hornet asks with some concern, “Sorry, I wanted to surprise you with your vagina. It’ll feel pretty incredible soon. Just try to relax now, and let your body stretch around him, like it wants to.”
“I–I’m ok-kay,” Dinky said uncertainly. She lays a shaky forehoof against Rumble’s chest above her. “Rumble, your penis feels... good. I just um...”
Laying her hoof between them, Dinky fiddled with her distended vulva, groaning, “Your penis is splitting me apart...”
“What do I do?” Rumble asks in a panic.
“It’s okay, she’s just getting used to you,” Hornet says, “It feels like she’s splitting apart, but actually she’s not getting hurt at all. In fact, it probably is hurting less now, isn’t it?”
“It... yeah...” Dinky says, still feeling with wonder at Rumble’s shaft just barrelling right into her groin. “This can’t be real. You’re inside my belly!”
“I can feel you in there,” Rumble whimpered, “You’re so hot, and wet, so much more inside you, and–and you keep moving in there!”
“I do?” Dinky asked in confusion.
“Your place is a very strong muscle actually,” Hornet cuts in, “It’s called a vagina. You can even control it with practice, but right now that twingy, fluttery feeling is your vagina moving around his penis.”
“O-oh... and that’s good?” Dinky asked nervously.
“It’s incredible,” Rumble says emphatically, making Dinky blush hotly. Was she actually getting impaled by a penis right now? What was going on here? And why was it so incredible?
“Try pushing deeper again,” Hornet suggests to Rumble, “Carefully now! Care—oh, oops,” as Rumble pushes, and then pushes hard scrunching his eyes shut as he forces himself into Dinky inch by inch. “He can’t resist any more,” she says apologetically to a panting, gasping Dinky, “He can’t stop until he’s all the way in.”
Dinky arches up her hips, to get him deeper faster, to get this excruciating... thing over with. This wasn’t worth getting licked for! This was a prank after all! Dinky wanted him to stop and he wouldn’t because she fell for it and now—now his hips slam into hers, and she feels stuffed full like she just ate a huge meal, except it was her fillyhood around his penis!
“S-sorry Hornet’s right,” Rumble says, trembling against the invaded Dinky Dew, “I just couldn’t stop. You feel so good in there, Dinky.”
“You’re... you’re so big and thick and...” Dinky has to find some way to calm down, even though her breath is coming quickly, and her heart is racing in her ears. “It’s... it’s okay, you can’t go... deeper, so it can’t hurt any w-worse,” Dinky says, trying to smile at him, but only wincing.
“It’ll never hurt like this again, Dinky,” Hornet says, “Rumble can get ready to do you again later, and it’ll only feel good. Or any colt, now that you’re stretched open. It only feels good from here. Just try to relax.”
“I can’t stop squeezing him!” Dinky protested, her insides writhing around Rumble’s penis uncontrollably as she squirmed against him.
“Then squeeze him, and then relax,” Hornet says patiently. “Like you’re squeezing my hoof. Here.” She hooks Dinky’s hoof in her own, and says, “Squeeze my hoof as hard as you can, hurry!” Dinky does, curling her arm around Hornet’s green hoof and squeezing as hard as the pain filling her made her want to, which was really hard!
“Now—relax,” Hornet says, grimacing at the pressure. “Force your hoof to relax.”
Dinky does so with surprising difficulty, and then almost released Hornet’s arm, before Hornet says, “Now squeeze my hoof again.” Dinky does, not as hard this time. “Now, relax,” Hornet repeats. Dinky... does?
“What is...” she asks, uncertain of what she should even be asking.
“Now squeeze my hoof, and his penis,” Hornet says encouragingly. “Squeeze my hoof, and just try to squeeze his penis at the same time.”
Dinky has no idea out how to control her... vagina’s squeezing, but she tries, and when Hornet says, “Now, relax,” Dinky relaxes her hoof, and... something seems to open inside her, like a spiraling star field. She sucks in a breath at the sudden release, looking between her and Rumble in shock.
“I... did it?” she says uncertainly, “It just... let go in there and...” and then she squeezes down on Rumble again with an abrupt whimper, but Hornet is there again, telling Dinky to squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax.
“I... think I’m okay now,” Dinky says at last, hip to hip with Rumble, and at last her inner belly merely seems to be stretching around and caressing his stiff rod deep inside. “S-somehow. So I’m supposed to have a ... a penis in there.”
“That’s what your vagina’s made for, but you can do a lot of stuff with it actually,” Hornet says pleasantly, then grumbles darkly to herself, “Only reason Purplesmart’s still breathing.”
“I don’t... understand?” Dinky asks confusedly.
“So, what do we do now?” Rumble asks, “Is this it? I mean it’s incredible and all but...”
“But you feel like you’re not finished yet, huh, mister colt,” Hornet says, with a teasing tail flick across his nose, “Your penis is ready to start fucking her, until you cum.”
“I... guess so?” he replies without comprehension, but with a fiery desire in the back of his eyes.
“Try pulling out of Dinky, just a little,” Hornet tells him, “Then push inside her.”
Then Rumble’s shaft comes alive inside Dinky as his muscles heave against her, sliding that shaft out of her stretched fillyhood, and Hornet’s right. It barely hurts at all, and the sliding... he pushes back deep inside her, and Dinky can feel him sliding all along herself all the way deep within.”
“Oh wow that’s...” he and Dinky say at the same time, before focusing on each other and giggling a little.
“Feels good?” Rumble asks Dinky.
“Well it doesn’t hurt...” Dinky says uncertainly, “Is it really okay to have your whole penis...” she touches her belly where deep within she can feel his hot shaft filling her, “I-in here?”
“I’ve never felt anything better before, Dinky,” Rumble says with enthusiasm, “You feel amazing in there.”
“I can’t believe I can feel you at all,” Dinky says, feeling the entire length of his thick penis with her mysterious inner fillyhood, “I can’t believe I have a penis inside me!”
Dinky’s blush at that turned into an inner squeeze that had her eyes crossing from the sheer intensity of the feeling. It wasn’t pain though. It wasn’t pain!
“You feel amazing in there too,” she says with a silly smile on her face, as she hugs him against her. Rumble’s hips hunch against hers, pulling out, and pushing back in again. Then repeating it. Then again. He holds himself deep. He twitches inside her. “You’re inside me~” she whines needily, grinding her stretched vulva against his crotch.
Then Rumble starts fucking her.
He squats over Dinky, rolling his pelvis to pump in and out of her again and again. The sliding is incredible, and her breath is coming in short gasps. Her hooves are braced on the ground, helplessly shoving against him, needing that inside sliding more than anything else.
“This is called mating,” Hornet says, watching in fascination as the two foals fuck each other, “Also fucking.” They almost stop in shock, but with a needy groan, Rumble starts humping against Dinky again, or vice versa. She isn’t sure who humped first anymore, only that she needs this, badly.
“You can’t stop anymore,” Hornet says in satisfaction, as the foals continue to piston Rumble’s penis in and out of Dinky’s vagina. “He has to keep thrusting in you over and over again, until it feels better and better, and then he cums.”
“Thrust as long as you can,” Hornet tells Rumble, a hoof between her own legs to rub at her unattended fillyhood, “And you’ll feel an electric... thing just flooding into you. It’ll force you to stop thrusting, because it feels so good. When you can’t thrust anymore, you need to push as deep inside of Dinky as you can. Then you’ll cum inside her.”
“You can feel the electric thing too,” she tells Dinky, “Focus on your vagina, and the boy who’s sliding in you. His penis is in there. Let the feeling rush up into you, and don’t worry how high it gets. That’s supposed to happen, and it’s totally safe. You can’t stop it anyway, because he won’t stop pumping inside you.”
Dinky thinks about the—penis, and it’s rushing in her just like Hornet said, that thrusting and thrusting. Her whole body is tingling, with the waves spreading from his sliding in her vagina, and it is scary, but if it’s supposed to happen... and she can’t stop it, because every pumping thrust seems to send her higher and higher and—holy Celestia—!
Dinky’s legs kick out from under her as her first orgasm ever hits her like a freight train. All that touching, and licking, and fucking is just too much, and her whole body seems to explode with pleasure, like the tingles, but more and more and more until it overflows, and she loses control of everything. Squirming mindlessly as he fought to fuck her orgasming cunt, Dinky can’t believe how incredible this feels. She feels whole, true, beautiful, and it won’t go away! She is actually starting to get scared, because Dinky couldn’t even see straight, it was so good, but Rumble won’t stop thrusting! Would this keep happening to her as long as he kept thrusting?
Thankfully no, the singing pleasure through Dinky’s body descended back to a guttural, visceral feeling in her belly, at this colt’s thrusting penis plunging into her hips. Without those mind blowing tingles crashing through her, she can only feel his hot, thick penis pistoning in her wet, drooling depths. She loved her hips. She loved those depths. She wanted to take his penis again and again, deep inside her, right between her legs. It was still tingly, but mostly Dinky is full, and wide, and pumping and sliding, and wet. Rumble’s penis slides in and out as his hips slam against her deceptively innocuous little pelvis. Ohhh wow but this was incredible.
Just when Dinky thought it couldn’t get any better, Rumble drives against her saying, “I think I feel in it oh Celestia”
“What... you mean?!” she pants anxiously, as he pistons in her ever more urgently.
“I just... I can’t stop it!” he gasps, “I... I...”
Dinky realizes, and warmth fills her heart. “It’s happening to you too,” she says blissfully to the colt pistoning needily into her. “Just let it happen, it’s okay,” she says gently, “It’s gonna just... take you over, and you can lie against me, and I’ll hold you and... ohh Rumble it’s... happening to you t-too~”
Then he just shoves into Dinky, pushing hard against her rump and jamming so freaking deep. Then he starts twitching, while Dinky hugs him, saying, “This’s what you did to me. Pretty incredible, isn’t... it?”
Then strange hot blooms erupt from his jerking shaft. “Wait what are you—!” Dinky squeaks, stiffening, as the warmth squirts even deeper than his penis went. She feels like she is swelling up in there, like he is pumping something into her deepest depths. “Stop, somethiing’s—” she says, trying to push him back, but Rumble surges against her instead, and she’s pinned by him, squirming there trying to deal with a colt... squirting her insides with something.
Blooming out from where his penis is throbbing, flowing into places she never even knew she had, Dinky has a second to tense against him, to feel her deepest place filled, and then it’s just too much. She feels the warmth sliding up around his shaft! Dinky grunts intensely, staring at her groin as something just erupts out of her from where her fillyhood stretches wide around the base of his penis. A strange white fluid that dribbles down her belly and abused vulva, the colt still flooding Dinky’s mysterious insides in tingling heat.
“And that’s where babies come from,” Hornet concludes in amusement.
“Wha?” Dinky replies half-consciously.
“Never mind,” Hornet says with a smirk. “Pretty amazing, huh?”
“Did he.. pee in—” Dinky starts, but Hornet cuts her off,
“No. No it’s not pee. It’s a special secret stuff colts can make. It’s specially to put inside fillies.”
“I didn’t mean to Dinky, it just happened,” Rumble says abashedly, “I... I wanted to put it in you so bad. I just had to get deeper and deeper.”
“Deeper you are, the better it feels to Dinky,” Hornet replies in blissful admiration. “You’re gonna do that to me once you’ve done it to her a couple times.”
“I can do it again?” Rumble squeaks, twitching inside Dinky.
“You should wait some,” Green Hornet replies with a sympathetic smile, “Dinky really emptied you out.”
“I... I did?” Dinky asks worriedly.
“Yep, it even overflowed,” Hornet says in appreciation, trotting around to look at their joined crotches. “Your filly place felt so good to him, he just had to put every drop in there.”
“How long... can I get off Dinky while I wait?” Rumble asks.
Laughing, Hornet says, “What? Yeah! You should be full again in a few days.”
“A-and I’m going to do this ever again?” Dinky asks, stumbling with how empty she feels losing his penis and his weight. “That hurt!”
“It won’t hurt anymore,” Hornet says happily, “You’re all opened up for a penis back there. Besides, it felt really good at the end, huh?”
“It...” Dinky blushes, “...did...”
Semen dribbles out between her hind legs.
“Give it a few days,” Hornet says, “If you wanna try it again, meet at this secret spot on Friday, If you don’t, well...” She lifted her tail and swung her green rump teasingly in Rumble’s direction, “Guess I’m gonna get him all to myself then.”
Dinky winces, as more dribbles out, saying, “It keeps coming out. What do I...?”
“Oh, yeah we should get cleaned up,” Hornet prompts, “This’s a big secret only the three of us know, and it’d spoil it if you went to school smelling like Rumble.”
Dinky didn’t have a hard time cleaning up, but had a hard time believing that just happened. Her fillyhood wasn’t for a... a penis to go into! But sure enough, as the days passed, Dinky found herself thinking about it more and more. She felt... twinges, and goosebumps in there, when she thought of what Rumble did to her. And she... started wanting it.
It got to the point that Dinky was even looking at the clock, hoping class would get out soon, so she could go find him, and Hornet. She hurried out to the spot, and got there first actually. The others trotted up soon enough though.
“See, Rumble?” Hornet says as she saunters in, “Told ya she’d want it.”
“I um...” Dinky blushes, and looks away.
“Don’t worry Dinky, it’s natural,” Hornet tells her soothingly. “I bet you’ve been thinking about it all day, huh?”
“Y-yeah...”
“What’d you think of his penis inside you?”
“I-it hurt at first, but then it was really ...good.”
“Well, Rumble’s here to help,” Hornet says, “And so am I. You know what I’m gonna do, is get you all ready for him.”
“R-ready huh?” Dinky murmers.
“Yep... just stand there, and let me awaken your fillyhood... until the best thing in the world is him inside you.”
With Hornet licking, Dinky was a sweating, panting lavender mess in no time at all. She was smiling despite herself, staring at Rumble’s stiff penis. It woudn’t go down because she was sweating and winking, and making his penis want to go inside her, and Dinky was starting to love it.
“You... you’re gonna feel good I think...” Dinky says distantly, “I really want it... too.”
It felt so good, in fact, that when Rumble was getting ready to as Hornet called it, “cum,” Dinky outright moaned at the thought.
“Oh yesss...” she moaned, and then he did it. And Dinky was a quivering wreck a second time. Those hot pulses deep into her fillyhood just made her feel so alive!
The third time, Dinky didn’t even hesitate. “We did it,” she squeaked conspiritorially to the two, “You’re all ready, and it’s been a few days, right?”
“Yeah... think about going into you more and more,” Rumble whispers back, “This’s the most awesome game ever!”
“Well don’t just stand there,” Dinky purrs, trotting off and swaying her tail aside at him, “Somepony get me ready, and Rumble can fill me all up with cum.”
Rumble did, and he wasn’t as skilled as Hornet with his mouth, but it doesn’t take long before Dinky is wet enough. Mounting her back, he fumbles around, then slides in, while a relieved, “A-ahhhh...” escapes her at the stretchy filling, at last.
He doesn’t mince words, and just starts fucking her right away. Dinky’s relaxation and relief fade before a tingling excitement. “Gonna...” she says huskily as those unrelenting thrusts ramp up her pleasure, “Gonna do the squeezies again. Want you to... to cum every drop into me.”
“Unh... you’re so hooot Dinky,” Rumble replies with lusty passionate thrusts, “Wanna be in that hot wet fillyhood, and put all my cream into your belly.”
Dinky just orgasms then, and there may be a brief interruption in his ramping up pleasure because of the fight to stay in her convulsing cunt, but Dinky doesn’t caaare. Her tingling rushes fade soon enough, and soon she is panting with indulgent satisfaction, eyes half lidded, just waiting for him to do it.
He flares in her a third time, and Dinky loves that. “Getting... ready to do it, huh,” she says gleefully, “Your... penis’s gonna fill me up with... cum.”
“It’s also called semen,” Green Hornet cuts in, drawing Dinky’s attention momentarily away from her own vagina.
“Semen...” Dinky breathes in awe.
“Colt cream, jism, there are lots of words for it.”
“Don’t care long as I... f-feel it~” Dinky says.
“Almost... gonna...” Rumble continues to chant, fighting so hard to pump his jism into Dinky. It makes her heart skip at the thought.
“Ah—you stopped—” Dinky says, before Rumble blasts her vagina with cum, “Yesss...”
Hornet kisses her then, and Dinky should feel guilty that the other filly isn’t getting to do this, but with the hot, gooey seed swelling up in her belly, she just can’t. She kisses back, whispering, “Thank you so much...”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Hornet whispers back, “Wait’ll he’s done me a couple times, before you do.”
Dinky did, and... she wasn’t too disappointed to watch the green filly get mounted. It was gratifying to see for once in her life anxiety flash in Green Hornet’s eyes, the moment he first mounted her. She just gritted and took it that time, but by the time he was cumming in her, Green Hornet has relaxed, and just gives a relieved sigh, staring forward sightlessly. “I... did it I really... did it,” she murmurs, as Rumble’s cum drools out from where his penis has spread open her nether lips.
Some times were really cool too. Like Dinky liked when she could lie beneath them, and just watch... the important part. It was just a penis moving in and out, but something about that, about Rumble’s swinging balls, and the gleaming shaft that departed again and again from Green Hornet’s pussy. Something about how the penis vanished into the filly right between her legs was just fascinating to Dinky. And when Rumble shoved in and started to cum, Dinky could actually see the back of his penis flexing, like a pump. She could see Hornet tense up, and hear her squeal tightly, knowing it’s because Rumble was filling Hornet up with cum right now.
Dinky really preferred getting filled herself though. There was just nothing better than all that rich boy batter pumping into her while she pants there coming down off of a good orgasm. There was nothing she’d ever felt that was more satisfying than being pinned beneath a determined colt, feeling each hot spurt swelling her inside. And after he pulls off, she still lays there, rubbing herself, moaning, “I feel soooo full of you. My fillyhood loves to be cummed in.”
“Want to do it to you again and again,” he says affectionately, laying beside Dinky, “Put this penis in you and feel it just squirting out of me, until I fill up your fillyhood, and you’re laying here happy and full of colt cream.”
Dinky kisses him.
Green Hornet was right though. Dinky shouldn’t have thanked her. Rumble was eating out Dinky right before Hornet explained herself. Dinky just losing herself in the sensation. Rumble does the licking so enthusiastically because Dinky made him feel so good, and she loves that her fillyhood could do that, because he loves making her feel good back, even now with his tongue sliding along her vulva with an intense purpose.
“You’re a filly, Dinky,” Hornet says as Dinky stares at the colt whose tongue is doing things that his penis couldn’t do, “That means you can become a mommy someday. The way you do that is by getting a foal in your belly.”
Dinky looks at Hornet uncertainly, while the raven haired filly strokes Dinky’s smooth fuzzy belly. Rumble’s tongue continues to hungrily invade the filly, the colt only half listening with how intoxicated he was at the place that his penis had been. “It’s called a womb,” Hornet coos at Dinky, “Every filly has a womb inside them, even you, Dinky. Right here is where your foal would be. Growing in your womb, filling you up bigger and bigger, and turning you day by day into a mommy.”
Rumble mounts Dinky then, and she struggles to understand why Hornet’s talking about foals, and wombs, and stuff. He slides inside her, and Dinky’s head’s spinning with the tingling pleasure, and the hunger for his cum.
While Rumble’s penis makes Dinky’s vagina explode in tingles as it shoves into her, and thrusts in and out all along her slick walls, Hornet blithely tells her, “Rumble put his penis deep inside you, where your womb is, Dinky. His cum can make you pregnant.”
“H-he... what?!” Dinky squeaks, ear twitching, wondering if the thrusting colt even heard Hornet.
“Just one drop...” Hornet says quietly, dangerously, “You might have a foal in you right now Dinky. You’re a mommy.”
“I... what...?” Dinky says exquisitely torn between terror and ecstasy,
“It might be happening inside you right now, in this little tummy...” Hornet stro~ked it—! “His cum is in there, changing you into a mommy, putting a foal into your womb. How’s it feel to be pregnant, mommy? You think your foal’s gonna get nice and big inside you?”
“Mmm—noo...” Dinky whimpered weakly. Why did it feel so good to think about that?
“Feels too good, doesn’t it?” the diabolical filly purred, “You’re gonna keep coming back again and again, letting him fill you with cum every time. Soon you’ll be making milk for your foal, and getting ready to give birth. When you give birth, you won’t be able to stop squeezing your womb, won’t be able to stop pushing. Where his penis was? That’s where the foal comes out. Even if it doesn’t fit, you’ll push and push until your foal goes all the way through your vagina, coming out between your legs. You’re gonna feel your foal coming out of you, just like every mommy feels. A foal that Rumble’s seed is putting deep inside you, right now.”
Dinky’s orgasm would not be denied, and she felt the flutters then the outright clenches crying out in confused ecstasy. What Hornet was saying was terrifying, but Dinky couldn’t stop feeling incredible at the thought of that sticky white seed inside her, changing her, filling her belly. She couldn’t stop thinking about her fillyhood stretching, about pushing as hard as she can to squeeze a foal through it. Days later she stood innocently on her own, with his seed still inside her, changing her, and her hind legs spread slightly, just imagining what it would be like, to have a foal inside her.
Hornet didn’t end her torment there, because Dinky did come back, and she hated it, but she loved it, but she just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hornet taught her how to touch herself, and that just made Dinky want Rumble’s penis even more.
It was so incredible when Dinky’s legs locked all on their own from sheer arousal, and her tail turned aside, because it was her body preparing her to be mounted. For him to put a foal in her. She felt thrilled as his penis filled her, ready to fire its potent seed right up into Dinky’s hips. It wasn’t every time, even.
Hornet explained it, that each time he cums, Dinky might get pregnant. Maybe this time, maybe next time, Dinky could be pregnant, or she could turn pregnant the next time he came. She could just be sitting in class reading, with Rumbles seed still moving inside her hips... then poof, pregnant! She was thrilled but afraid, even with the wonderful feel of Rumble atop her and inside her, because Hornet chose that time to strike again.
“Just imagine,” she says to Dinky, who was standing stiff-legged before Green Hornet, with that horny colt on her back, pumping his penis in her birth canal. Dinky was helpless to escape because she wanted this penis to cum in her so bad.
“You with a big, heavy foal in your tummy,” Hornet says to the panting, rocking unicorn filly, “Rumble’s fucking your birth canal. That’s where your foal is going to come out. You’ll squeeze down your womb right here...” Hornet hardly had to stroke, because Dinky’s rocking body stroked her own belly against Hornet’s hoof, “And push the foal right into your vagina. She’ll just drop out of you, and you won’t be able to stop doing it.”
Dinky stares hungrily forward as her caution and restraint is a distant memory. Dinky doesn’t care that the green filly is looking at her. Dinky doesn’t care about getting in trouble. All Dinky cares about is getting that penis sliding deep in and out of her to cum.
“He’s... making me pregnant...” Dinky purrs huskily to her tormentor and friend. “Wanna... foal...”
“Oh fuck, Dinky,” Green says passionately, reaching between her legs to rub herself. “You’re an *animal* now. Gonna do anything to get him to cum in you. Just like me, I wannit too. You’re not Dinky you’re just a *female* who’s getting ready to be a mother...”
Then Rumble came in her, and Dinky couldn’t hold back from a wet groan as she felt his hot stuff flood inside her. She gives a smile of lustful delight to Hornet at every pulse of seed up into her womb. “He’s putting a *baby* in me,” Dinky growls in smug satisfaction, as she changes before her friend, who can just watch Dinky’s feminine, lavender hips change into a mother’s.
Rumble’s cum was dripping down between Dinky’s legs where it was flooding her birth canal. Not that Hornet was an exception to Rumble’s attention. She smiled when he came in her, a shit eating grin like she was defeating some sort of dark past that ceased to hound her the moment a colt’s cum was up her birth canal.
Dinky didn’t even stop after she felt herself changing into that which she feared, and loved what her fillyhood had done to her. Dinky stood there becoming a mommy, and she knew she’d be back the next time, and the next, even when it happened, and her belly started to grow. It just felt too good.
Standing in secret in front of a mirror, Dinky rubbed the unstoppable swelling belly between her legs, feeling conflicted about what was happening to her. On one side, Hornet was absolutely terrible for tricking her into doing this. On the other side... that was a foal. Not fat, not anything bad. It was a real foal. And it was in Dinky’s belly! Not some other filly’s. Her own belly, that she could feel, and rub and... and it just kept getting bigger especally toward the end, to the point she was afraid ponies would think it wasn’t just her getting fat.
Dinky ate really well, and all her vegetables and alfalfa, and she realized that... she was capable of growing a foal just from nothing. That food was making the foal bigger and stronger, and... and it felt like an incredible power. Ponies could look at her, and they wouldn’t know that secretly inside her, Dinky was growing a second pony. It just happened to her. Dinky was two ponies, and every day she grew closer to the day that she’d give birth.
Dinky’s mommy didn’t know, but Dinky... knew now how her mommy felt. All the strangeness, and the badness, and the goodness. Her mom felt like this when Dinky was... when Dinky was just a little bump. “You’re gonna come out of me, huh...” she’d talk to it softly, “Wonder if you’ll believe that I could’ve just made you in my belly...”
Hornet actually got a panting Dinky to name her foal Chirpy, with Dinky’s gravid tummy swaying back and forth as Rumble fucked her deep. “Chirpy, you’re so *heavy*” Dinky moaned at that ponderous, swinging weight stretching her belly, “He’s gonna cum *all over you in there.*”
“We’re gonna be adults,” Green Hornet coos, laying there, rubbing her own big, round belly with a forehoof, “And we’re gonna let *our* foals have babies. Mine’s gonna be a colt, and he’s gonna *fuck* your foal until she’s pregnant.”
“I’m gonna let him,” Dinky panted, “I’ll hug her, and... kiss her and tell her it’s okay... while his cum *fills* her vagina...”
Hornet rolled literally to her hooves then, waddling over to Dinky and shoving her wide rear into the other filly’s face. “Your *foal!*” Dinky moans, before her snout gets shoved into that hot, steamy *foal* place. Dinky forced her tongue into the other filly, desperate to feel Hornet’s foal as in Dinky’s hips behind her, Rumble fucked her and fucked her.
Dinky wished she could cum in Green Hornet then, as Rumble’s cum swelled her womb even greater. She wished she could pump this virile seed in where her tongue slid around that strange, smooth fleshy sack inside Hornet, which flexed back against Dinky’s tongue sometimes as the foal began to move in there.
When Dinky went into labor, she didn’t blame Hornet for her own mistake, but labor actually wasn’t that bad at first. When Dinky began to actively give birth though, she shouted, “This is all your fault, Hornet!” to a heavily gravid green filly with raven hair. Not Rumble’s fault, hers!
Dinky was gravid, which meant she had a big heavy foal in her, and Hornet was right because Dinky couldn’t stop pushing her out! Dinky wasn’t herself anymore, she was this strange... thing with a gaping hole between her legs that a foal was half hanging out of. She needed to keep pushing, to keep making her groin stranger as this baby just came out through it.
Dinky couldn’t even stop to try to comprehend what was going on. Her belly just quivered and flexed crushingly down again and again. Fear flared in her as she just wanted the foal to hang there half out of her, to stay in her unborn forever, but she had to *puuuuuuush!* It just kept happening and happening until Dinky sank into an exhausted heap, and the smaller foal that had come out of her moved on her own, to latch onto one of Dinky’s teats and... Dinky was a mommy.
Even after having given birth, to the horror of her own clueless mother, Dinky still didn’t get poetic justice, because she had to nurse while Hornet was giving birth, which was humiliating enough by itself, and Hornet didn’t even take the experience of labor seriously!
“It’s a good pain!” she grunted, legs spread wide while her womb tried to turn itself inside out. Or other silly utterings, like, “Who’s not a real filly now, purplesmart?” and “My dark army grows!” and “You were a lot bigger going in!” To joke, when you were doing that was just... actually kind of impressive. But Dinky could only look on in disgust when Hornet shouted, “Game over man, game over!” when the foal finally plopped out of her. That was a terrible movie.