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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are someone who's name should not be spoken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No you aren't Voldemort, that would kind of ruin the whole thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you aren't even supernatural.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a pony, a bat pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What matters is that your name is blueberry and this is your daily life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd go and talk about your life but, everyone knows that already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost do this on daily basis, journal of sorts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a neat thing to keep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyhow, today is Thursday, you have to go to school but.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That doesn't mean you don't have time to do things before you head off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What sort of things?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it's actually very simple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd slowly get up from the bed, stand up on all four of your hooves, trot up to the mirror look into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And smack yourself in the face for talking to yourself the entire time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's what you usually do every morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because, you always seem to talk with yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird thing, isn't it?, you're a strange filly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd trot out and greet your mom.&quot;Morning' mum!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Morning sweetie, please sit down and we can eat, if you're hungry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd accept, you didn't eat a single thing today!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd sit down at the table, awaiting your dinner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mom would soon enough bring something you weren't really used to eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rice soup.</span><br />&quot;Here, for a change. Can't always let you eat mangoes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but mom..we bats only eat mangoes..a-and some drink blood.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd smile and look warmly upon you.</span><br />&quot;Just try it, if you don't like it, I'll bring you a mango, don't worry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though, she did look surprised when you mentioned blood drinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What did she know, and you didn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You only tried it once, and well. It didn't exactly make you well fed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's to be expected, after all you are what your mom calls a &quot;fruit bat&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd sigh and drink up the soup, much to your dismight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though, wasn't like you wanted to be a uppity bitch about things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It..didn't taste bad but it wasn't what you were used to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And..you weren't used to much, mangoes and sweets. Strange batty you were. Never really tried other foods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd eat it up all up, it was warm, if anything. That was nice, even if it wasn't particularly cold outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mom actually knew how to cook something else, that was nice.</span><br />&quot;so, it wasn't so bad sweetie, was it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, no. But it just ain't somethin' I'm used to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Looked weird.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, a lot of things look strange, and yet they're good!&quot;, your mom would exclaim, a shit-eating grin on her face soon after.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah. Alright, you knew what she was talking about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mom, no need for that.&quot;, you'd raise your brow, and wipe your mouth off with a napkin, like a good batty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd smile. Figuring all to well you knew what was going on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would get off the table and lightly smack her on the butt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes you just did that. To your own mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd eee and smack you butt cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd do the same. Batty things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;P-please, I'm not that bad of a filly.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh. Is that so sweetheart, how about you go without sex during your heat. Until it goes away on it's own.&quot;<br />&quot;And no, sneaking off to sandstone doesn't count as &quot;going away on it's own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd speak out, though you figured that would be impossible w-what else was there to stop the heat than old fashioned sex?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C-come on..you know that's not..&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's not what sweetie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-that's not possible, I mean..what else was a filly to do.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Think, what would you do if sandstone wasn't around, why if you didn't have the love of your life to help you out, hm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd blink, lost in thought for a while. You really had no idea. You never had to think about it..never faced such a situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I..I don't know!&quot;, you'd exclaim, frustrated, though your mother would keep a calm look on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-why don't you tell me!&quot;, you'd continue, she'd keep looking at you, before speaking out.</span><br />&quot;Well, you'd just have to survive, yes I know sex is a rather quick relief, but. A lot of mares--and fillies like you don't have that luxury.<br />&quot;So, they resort to..grim things, not because they want to, because it becomes unbearable. The desire to be bred like some sort of animal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd listen closely. Sure, that made sense, but you never worried yourself with such things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...suppose, but I never gave it much thought I-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd cut you off, adding a simple.</span><br />&quot;See, you should think about such things more often.&quot;, before beckoning you to continue, though you didn't have much to add up.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I never thought about it is all. It doesn't seem there are such ponies at school.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't think I'm trying to give you a lecture, I just want you to stay safe, sweetie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I will mom, I will.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd smile and remain sitting, though you'd get up and pop a totally unrelated--yet cheery question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C-Can I go out and play now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd nod, opening the door for you.</span><br />&quot;Go ahead, but remember what I said, just stay safe. Spring is coming around, I didn't speak this to you without a reason!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though, you probably couldn't hear that, having ran outside of the house already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a warm, sunny day. And such days were the best for having fun!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In more than one way, heh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd rub your hooves contently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, now was time to do totally normal foal things you usually do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or you know, non-foal things you usually do. Like have some insane sex with your colt friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you don't do any of that, that's just an illusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just kidding, you're outside and trotting toward your colt friend's house, like a cheery little filly you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And like the little slut you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that part no one had to know, shh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In any way, you'd keep going, eventually arriving there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been slow, though, just enjoying the weather, rushing would be a bit pointless and all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would do what you usually do--no wait, you're gonna go in with a SNEAKY move, heh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd move around the house, using your bat stealth mode to secretly sneak up to sandstone's window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luckily for you, it was open, and so you'd slide inside, your small frame very much allowing for this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd do all of this in a rather humorous fashion, not much unlike a cat would.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upon entering the room, you'd find one (1) sleeping sandstone, one(1) carpet with cars on it, and your picture UNDER it. Heh, cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your snooping would be cut short by him jolting back to life out of the sudden, screaming out at top of his lungs.</span><br />&quot;BURGLAR!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd eee back, and try to run, only to slam into a wall, knocking yourself out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few hours later, you'd find yourself awake in the same bed, sandstone next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He must've been looking after you the entire time, cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what the heck..&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bluue, watch your language!&quot;, a familiar voice would scold, though you were alive, thankfully.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-sandstone?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, good!, You didn't lose your memory!, What are you doing just sneaking around the house anyways, you can always knock, you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd nod, your head hurt. Geesh. &quot;I-I know, but I wanted to surprise you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd sigh, poking your snootle.</span><br />&quot;Geesh blue, just...don't spook me like that..or yourself, even.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd chuckle, though yeah. That was a bad idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd sigh and boop him, not saying a single word.</span><br />&quot;Mh, so, what did you come here for anyways?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To visit ya and see what's you're up too!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Seems about right. Well, It's late evening now, you see I was sleeping and you cut my sleep short.&quot;<br />&quot;Not that I mind, always nice to see you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd nod, and grab his hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, come on, let's go outside!, It's a beautiful evening!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so you did, yanking his hoof and dragging him out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, it was time to hang out, could of spent the nice day, but eh. It was warm outside, and days were much longer than during the winter, that was nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd squeak, not expecting the sudden yank, but not giving much resistance to you.</span><br />&quot;Oohkay okay!, we're goin!, geesh blue!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd smirk and keep dragging him, until he'd start trotting on his own, sure enough the two of you would be outside, sun was still up, yet somewhat amber in color.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pleasant to the eyes if anything, and that's something, given that your senstive batty eyes didn't like the brightness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was really uncomfortable. sure got a few weird looks from ponies for hiding in shade all the time during the day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe they thought you were a vampire. That would be silly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your monologues train of thoughts would be cut short by a firm smack of sandstone's hoof against your head. Him clearly frustrated that you've been just, standing there for like 10 minutes.</span><br />&quot;Yeeeeah, are you gonna stand here and talk to yourself agaiiin, or?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd rub the back of your head, that wasn't nice of him. You'd retaliate by smackin' back, ain't taking none of that!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd just chuckle, happy to see you're alive, even.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What was that for, doofus!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, you seemed totally out of it, don't want you to be possed by a demon or something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sandstoneee, demons aren't real!&quot;</span><br />&quot;W-what do you know..d-dad says they are.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You read too much horror books, it says not for foals, stay away!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gosh, why am I telling you this..&quot;, you'd sigh, rolling your eyes and trotting onwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, with your chit-chattering, and the rather meaningless conversation you two were leading, smacks and all included, a lot of time passed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, so much time that it was getting dark. Guess that would ruin the day for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or not, you always had time for quite something. Something. Lewd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. Maybe you were just, stressed, school isn't getting any easier for sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd sigh, figuring you were out of it again.</span><br />&quot;Oh..just, come on, let's go ho-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd cut him straight off by violently, and rather unexpectedly shoving your hoof into his mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A scrunched snoot, and an unhappy expression is what you were giving him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-Hey, I didn't drag you all the way here to just go home, we're like a 20 minute walk!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd sigh, pausing for a moment before speaking up.</span><br />&quot;So, what do you suggest?, the usual deal?&quot;, he'd smirk, putting an emphasis on usual.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blushed, oh fuck. He didn't HAVE to be straightforward, that was your job!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;U-Uhm..s-sure, in the bushes, over there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd smile, sure he was blushing as well, but it was a lot more obvious on your fur. Curses of being blue!</span><br />&quot;Riiight.&quot;, he'd grab your hoof this time, and drag you off to the area, it was shaded for sure, the sun was low, and there wasn't a lot of shade to begin with of course.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, it wasn't cold just yet outside, and outdoors fun was..a lot better than indoors, sure it wasn't as safe but.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't that loud of a filly. So you thought anyways, sandstone always called you adorable during sex s-so unfair, you couldn't help yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;E-eeing was a part of you, not a thing for him to ridicule!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few quick moments later, you'd find yourself down on your back, tail flat to the ground as he'd loom over you from above.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hah, so I take it you wanna lead this dance, hm?&quot;, you'd tease, you wouldn't just let him have it, he'd have to fight for it. What's the fun in making things easy for your lil' ball of fur.</span><br />&quot;H-Hey, stop that, it was YOUR implication to do stuff, you bats are just insatiable!&quot; he'd speak out while stuttering and blushing. It was cute, really cute!<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd giggle, snickering. &quot;Oh, maybe you should of gotten a uni as your girlfriend, bet she wouldn't be as fun in bed. Or, do as many things with you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And not just in the sexual content of things!&quot;, you'd add up, looking up at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd just, giggle of course, figuring what you were meaning to say.</span><br />&quot;J-just remember, nothing can replace a horny little batty that is you!<br />&quot;I know that, every few time in the month you'll be after me, especially this time of the year!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd snort, adding up a few words; &quot;And, what about that uni' filly, how fun was that?&quot;, you'd ask in a slutty voice, oh you were a tease, not planning to stop.</span><br />&quot;S-shut up, she was mean..and f-ffelt different down there compared to ya..&quot;<br />&quot;I-I mean, you're still better but h-h-her horn!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd smack him lightly, giggling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, you wouldn't mind having such a situation again, would ya?, you'd giggle.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd nod, no obviously he wouldn't mind, the colt was probably EAGER, even with the fact he came real fast the first time...first two time, haha.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ohehe, yeah cute. But, maybe we could have such a thing once, perhaps with a colt that could satisfy me for that once!&quot;, you'd exclaim, before moving on top of the colt, essentially role-reversing him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even if he thought he could be the one in control, pft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd rolls your tongue out and sit on his boy bits, cutting his boy talk short.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And, please there's a lot more time to enjoy talikin' about that, let's just have our..little fun right now, shall we?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd speak out in a high pitched tone, appropriate for filly...with a voice crack or two. Sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pft, adorable voice blue~&quot; sandstone would comment,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh s-shut up!, I'm the one supposed to be teaaasing!&quot; you'd whine, not that it would stop sandstone, hah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, he'd keep it up, even!</span><br />&quot;Oh really, then you're doing a really bad job just sitting on my bits, do something~&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you would, you were a filly of word, you'd start rubbing on his soft shaft until it went erect, you WOULDN'T hesitate for a single moment and the second he got fully hard, you'd move your tail out of the way, smiling at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were in a reverse cowgirl position at this point, and you'd simply aling his shaft with your young lips. Only toched by one colt--and your hooves. As far as doctors would be concerned you weren't sexually active.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or so that's what they said, even if you kept a secret, hehe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The moment his shaft would sink deep--or rather not so deep, a mere 7 inches into your fillyhood, you'd let out a moan of pleasure, sure he didn't start thrusting yet, even but gosh you were close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the teasing didn't make anything better!, you'd take long heavy breaths, your pupils dilated as saliva would escape from your rolled out tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were panting for air, and the real fun didn't even start.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poor colt wasn't holding up too well either, he'd give it a couple of thrusts before unceremoniously blowing his pent up load into your warm love tunnel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were just..too much for him, he was your only sex partner after all, some situations aside, but shh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those could always be left for another day!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fortunately--or unfortunately for yourself, you'd climax moments after his warm cum would overfill your fillyhood--actually pushing into the womb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your climax would hit you harder than usual, you were used to having quickies with him but..this was different, very different, all the tease...all the sensuality between you two, not just a general fuck and dump type of thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your walls would clench around his shaft, even without you trying to keep it tight, not that you had to, you really WERE tight, might of needed to fuck a stallion to get bigger, hah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would let out very loud moans as you'd finish, which a wandering pony would be capable of hearing from a nearby park bench should they paid attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sandstone wouldn't bother shushing you, it was just too much for the both of you,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't just about sex at this point, it was about something deeper..maybe it was love. A special bond between two of you, you weren't aiming to get off, despite the initial arousal you just...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just felt a lot lot closer to sandstone after this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His shaft was still throbbing deep into you, even after his climax. You didn't want him to pull out, it was..special, warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You loved the feeling, and the fact he didn't stretch your cause any pain was just..that much better!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd recompose yourself and finally manage to speak out a sentence, sandstone would slowly pull out of you before you could speak, his shaft covered in femjuices and his own cum. Such a mess!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-woah..I...I love you sandstone..that was more than just sex..that was..&quot;, you wouldn't finish your sentence, crashing down to the floor from exhaustion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sandstone would be quick to catch you, and pick you up, placing you on his back, magic helped for sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd simply answer with a;</span><br />&quot;Blue, I love you too, don't you ever forget this..who would of known from a simple desire to have sex..this happened.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd chuckle and add a comment, though you wouldn't be there to hear it, you would be mostly out of it, your fillyhood drooling cum and fem juices, you were a mess!, Not gaping mess, sure. But it leaked down slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you minded, it was warm, you liked getting filled, it was such..a nice feeling!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd pet your coltfriend, before drifting off on him, you'd feel yourself being placed on a bed, your memory blanked out from that point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a wild..loving night, you thought to yourself, even thought you were totally out of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dreams would be really calm, for one they weren't plagued by sex but...but instead, by the desire to stay close with sandstone. Just like you did when you started dating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, you liked sex, conversations and everything but..you wanted something more..just, you never thought about bringing it up to him. Perhaps you should one day.</span></div></div>




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