The Sexy Tale of Honey Dip

"Honey Dip! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!"

Bluebell waved a forehoof wildly, as if I couldn't see her despite her prominent position at the top of the steps in front of Las Pegasus Middle School.

"I'm comin', I'm comin'," I grumbled, floating through the warm spring air.

Truth be told, I was in no particular hurry to get to school today. It was a sunny morning, and I was still half asleep anyway. Bluebell was my best pal and all, but she was a little too eager sometimes. I mean, to be frank, the teachers didn't care if we came to class at all, let alone if we were a minute or two late. That's just how things were in Las Pegasus; the city was a little more focused on classy hotels and flashy casinos than on... everything else, really. School included.

I didn't mind, though. Sure, this part of town was a bit of a dump. And ok, the crime rates were a little higher than most of Equestria. But I had a cozy, if a little cramped, place to live, Bluebell to keep me company, and no enemies, far
as I knew. What else did I need? I was twelve, it wasn't like I was looking for a steady coltfriend or a fancy job.

Bluebell was a quirky little pegasus. Her coat was light blue, and her mane was lighter blue. She was cheerful, she was intelligent, and she was pretty.

She was also a shameless kleptomaniac. But trust me, there isn't anypony who grew up in this town who isn't a little messed up.

Bluebell was still my best friend, though, even if my hair clips and pencils and the occasional pudding cup tended to go missing when she was around. Half the time I don't even think she was aware she was doing it.

Anyway, Bluebell flew through the halls, making her way merrily to the dumpy little classroom where a disinterested pegasus would probably be teaching us arithmetic that was far below grade level compared to the rest of Equestria. And ponies wonder why I was never much of one for school.

I had to admit, though, even as I sat in class that day, I couldn't help but be a little excited about what was happening after school. A filly in our class named Cranberry had been bragging all week about how she'd finally found her parents' stash of dirty magazines, and today, she was finally gonna share them with the rest of us after school.

Well, either that, or she'd fail to live up to her promise and get tied to the flagpole. I had to admit, either scenario would be interesting.

"Psst. Bluebell," I whispered, leaning over toward my friend, who was scribbling away in a notebook that happened, I noticed, to have an entirely different student's name on it. "You ready to get an eyeful of those porn mags?"

Bluebell gave me a vague glance. "Huh?"

"The magazines!" I continued in a harsh whisper. "It's not every day we get to see ponies doing sexy stuff. Aren't you excited to check it out?"

"'Course I am," Bluebell replied quietly. "Think there'll be any pictures of stallions with their cocks out of the sheathe?"

"There sure better be," I responded. Most of the colts in our class were pretty dull, but they were at least smart enough to keep their junk hidden. Even when somepony accidentally showed it, it was just a tiny withered thing, not the foot long rod the legends told of. Every filly in class shared the goal of getting to catch a glimpse of a real stallion's dick, and Bluebell and I were no exceptions.

Finally, the bell rang. As usual, the room erupted into chaos the instant the chime began. And also as usual, Bluebell and I avoided the commotion by flying out the window instead of into the crowded halls.

It only took us a minute or two to find Cranberry. Several students had gathered around her at one of the picnic tables; the filly looked smug and was guarding a saddlebag very closely.

She's got 'em! I thought to myself. She's got the magazines!

I came in for a landing across from Cranberry, and Bluebell poked in between me and the pony to my right.

"Ladies, I've got a real treat here," Cranberry giggled, reaching slowly into her bag. "Get a load of these studs!"

She tossed a magazine onto the table, and it folded open to a random page. My eyes had hardly received the image and I already felt my wings stiffening.

There was a stallion, and a hot one, in all his glory, grinning smugly for the camera. His figure was attractive enough as it was, but all eyes were focused underneath him, where there was a cock just as impressive as the rumors had said. I couldn't believe something of that size retracted inside a pony when they weren't aroused. Thicker than any of my legs, with a raised ring around the middle and a tip that flared still wider, the thing was a sight to behold. It practically looked like a weapon.

"Impressive, huh?" Cranberry cooed. "Just a couple more years, girls, and we'll be taking one of those for the first time."

She flipped the page, revealing an image of the same stallion, with his cock half-buried in the vagina of a mare. Most of the fillies gasped in awe.

As I looked at that pussy getting penetrated, I noticed a curious sensation between my own legs. Puberty, I knew, was just starting to have its way with me in the past few months, and one of the more annoying side effects was the tendency to get rather moist when something got me excited. I should have expected it, seeing as this was the most excited I'd been in a long time.

I did my best to ignore the increasing wetness around my pussy as we paged through the rest of the magazine. It just wasn't fair, honestly; why did out bodies have to start having sexual reactions before we were old enough to try sex ourselves? I'd always been told I'd be stretched to the breaking point if I tried before I grew to my full size. And I was a little on the small end, even for a filly, so I had a longer wait than the rest.

Once we got to the end of the magazine, Cranberry stashed it away, with a promise to come back with another some other day. The fillies dispersed, leaving Bluebell and I alone.

"That was pretty hot stuff," I admitted. "I think I need to go home and clean up a bit."

Bluebell laughed. "Arousal's been hitting you so hard lately, Honey Dip. I'm a little damp, but not too bad."

I cringed as I felt myself literally dripping. "I'm... somewhat more than just damp," I said. "Come on, let's take the back way, it's quicker."

"Mom says not to take the back alleys by ourselves," Bluebell said, almost mechanically.

"So what? It's one time. Nothing's gonna happen," I argued. "Come on, this is uncomfortable. Let's just take the shortcut home so I can clean up."

Bluebell sighed, but eventually agreed. "Just the one back road, then. Behind the pawn shop. It'll save us from having to fly through the traffic on Mane Street."

"Yeah, it'll take like, five minutes," I assured her. "Follow me."

It was a simple decision that would have enormous consequences.

I kicked an old cola can out of the way as I squeezed past a dumpster blocking much of the alley. "Wow, this alley cuts the whole corner of Mane Street and Saddle Way," I pointed out. "We'll be home in no time like this."

Bluebell bit her lip as she looked at the graffiti splattered walls. "It still seems like a bad idea. Nopony comes back here, like ever. What if something happens to us?"

"Nothing's gonna happen!" I argued. "Look, the alley is deserted. What, do you think somepony's gonna jump out from behind the dumpster?"

"Good guess, kid."

Two pegasus stallions, a bluish one with an average build, and a red one that was noticeably bigger, stepped out from behind the dumpster. Both of them had unsettling looks on their faces. Bluebell made a sound not unlike a frightened chipmunk and backed up.

"Uh, hi gentlecolts," I said, a touch more nervous than I had been a moment before. "Don't mind us. We're just on our way home. Taking a shortcut, you know."

"Is that so?" the blue one asked. "Hate to break it to you girls, but this way ain't really a shortcut. I think you two are gonna find yourselves unavoidably detained.

Before I knew what was happening, the bigger pegasus had forced me to the ground. I struggled and flapped my tiny wings, but his hoof was more than enough to keep me trapped.

"Run, Bluebell!"

I hadn't actually needed to say it. Bluebell's sky blue tail disappeared around the corner and out of sight before her name even left my mouth. I could almost hear her whimpering "I told you so" to herself as she bolted.

"Damn," the skinnier pegasus cursed. "She was a cutie. Woulda' loved to give her a good fuck."

He turned to the other stallion. "Well, it's my turn anyway," he said to his companion. "Besides, she's a pretty little one; you're so big you'd just gonna wreck 'er."

"Aw, fine," the bigger pegasus said. "I'll hold her down for ya. Though I'm itchin' for a turn. It's been weeks since we caught one."

I began to panic. Sure, barely ten minutes earlier, I'd been fantasizing about sex with my classmates, but that's all it was: a fantasy. It didn't change the fact that I knew very little about how sex actually worked, and as for the prospect of being raped... well, that was most of the reason our parents told us to avoid these back alleys at all costs in the first place, so it was probably horrifying.

The skinnier pegasus grinned darkly and trotted in front of me. From my spot on the ground, I finally got a good look at what I was dealing with. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the size of the cock beneath him. It looked just like it had in the magazines, if a little less massive. Still almost ten inches long, though, with dark skin and a wide tip. The stallion licked his lips as he looked at me, and I saw the great big member give a twitch.

"Alright, kid, I know you ain't gonna listen, but if you relax, this won't be so bad," he said as he made his way behind me. "We're just gonna play a little game. It'll be over before you know it."

"I'm not an idiot!" I barked, my eyes tearing up. "I know you're going to rape me. I was the one careless enough to get caught. Hurry up and get it over with!"

"Don't mind if I do," my oppressor laughed, running a hoof along my private areas and causing me to jump. "Hope you're ready. It's gonna be a tight fit."

Two hooves, working with a surprisingly delicate touch, spread my opening wide. I felt the tip of the stallion's flared rod poke me, and I winced.

"Ooh, she really is tight," he said with a throaty chuckle. "Nothing a little normal wear-and-tear can't fix, though."

He pressed his tip against me again. Involuntarily, I felt my pussy twitch. I squeezed my eyes shut and pursed my lips, waiting for the inevitable pain.

"No sense wasting time. Here we go!"

And the stallion thrust his hips forward.

I'll never forget those first few seconds. Despite my efforts, my eyelids shot up, and my mouth dropped wide open. I inhaled sharply as the huge piece of flesh slid several inches inside of me. My walls bowed out, the elastic skin stretching rapidly to accommodate the intruder.

"The hell is this?" the stallion asked, wiggling his dick around inside me. "The girl's already wet! What's up, filly, you been expecting this or something?"

I didn't respond. Couldn't, actually. My body, every single nerve, had been thrown into a whole new dimension of sensation so unfamiliar and intense that my brain hadn't yet caught up. I struggled to understand what was happening.

"That wetness... I must still be aroused from the magazines..." I realized. It was a happy accident. One thing I did know about sex was that being wet was essential. I'd managed to save myself from the worst of it, at least.

Slowly, relishing the moment, the blue pegasus began to slide back out of me, until only the tip remained inside. As I came down off the high of overstimulation, something occured to me.

That hadn't hurt. Not at all.

Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. There had been a feeling that I could probably consider pain, yet somehow, it wasn't uncomfortable. The walls of my vagina had, in that brief instant, stretched much further than they'd ever needed to before. I felt the strain, but it was like my body had known all along that it was a necessary kind of stretching. The "pain", if you could call it that, was tolerable. Almost... satisfying?

"She's not cryin'," the bigger pegasus pointed out.

"She seems dazed," the stallion with his tip still in me replied. "Too shocked to even respond. Guess I'm not complaining; it'll make her easier to fuck."

He shoved himself back into me, deeper this time. A drawn out squeak came from somewhere deep in my throat, and then I fell silent as he began to move rhythmically, drawing himself in and out over and over.

I gradually started to get a hold of myself. The whole ordeal still didn't seem excruciating; the stallion seemed to be doing his best to satisfy himself without hurting me, which, oddly, I found myself able to appreciate about him, even though he was raping me.

I didn't pay it much thought, though. Heck, I'd stopped even being terribly concerned about the fact that a strange, adult stallion was violating me. All my attention was turned to that... that fullness I felt each time he pushed himself into me.

It didn't add up. Everything I'd ever heard about sex said that it was complicated and mysterious, and something only adults could do. They always said that if we ever got raped, there would be nothing but fear and pain. But no pain had come, and fear was being replaced with a sort of awe with each of the stallion's thrusts. Slowly, he pushed deeper, and slowly, I felt myself stretched wider, felt the head of his dick reach further down into my body. It was powerful, all-consuming, hard to comprehend, and I...

...I liked it.

I don't know why it took me a couple minutes of getting pounded to realize that. I think I was just so completely swamped with other new sensations that it took a while for the old brain to check if there were any pleasure centers being activated.

And boy, were they ever being activated. A hell of a lot of them, too.

The stallion behind me gave his deepest, most powerful thrust yet, and a moan welled up in my throat. I stretched my whole body, shifting my rear just a bit in a feeble attempt make the stallion's continued entry easier.

"Is she... having fun?" the bystanding stallion asked.

"Who cares?" the skinnier one asked, breathing hard. "I hope she's ready, though. She's about to... whew... about to take a load in there!"

Given the time, I might have attempted to ask him what he meant. But before I could open my mouth, the stallion inhaled sharply and gave an extra forceful thrust, only this time, he stayed inside. His long member throbbed forcefully, and I felt the powerful warmth of something new welling up in me.

The stallion gasped and slowly withdrew. His penis slid out of my nethers, and I couldn't help but feel oddly empty without it in there. Hot, sticky white liquid dribbled out once he had completely removed himself, dripping onto my inner flanks and hind legs.

"Nice one," the pony who had had his way with me said, panting hard. "She hardly struggled. That was one of the best fucks I've gotten out of a filly her age."

I remained on the ground, panting harder than he was. My mind was flooded with questions.

I liked it. I liked it. Was I the exception to the rule, or were the adults just lying to prevent us from taking advantage of something so amazing?

"Let's get going before she gets up," the bigger stallion said, tapping his worn-out companion. "Next one we catch is mine."

"Yeah, yeah," his skinnier friend mumbled. The both of them spread their wings, preparing to take off.

"W-wait!"

The rapist duo looked at me, surprised. In truth, I was just as surprised that I'd spoken up. But I couldn't lose this chance. Not after what I'd just experienced. I'd only realized for a matter of seconds that I was enjoying the intrusion into my body before it ended. If I was gonna get raped anyway, I wanted to make it worth my while.

"Does... doesn't he want a turn?" I asked weakly, pointing a shaky forehoof at the big red pegasus.

The stallions exchanged shocked glances. "I think you fucked her senseless," the big one said. "She's delusional."

"No!" I insisted. "It was... it was just fun. I want to do it again."

Some kind of alarm bell was going off somewhere in the depths of my mind. "Honey Dip!" it was saying, "what are you doing? This is insane! You're asking to be raped again!"

"But it's not rape," some other part of me argued. "Rape is when you're forced to do it. You're asking for it this time."

The stallion who had fucked me smirked. "I don't believe this. She's like the world's youngest whore or something."

The bigger stallion bit his lip. "I don't think you could handle me anyway, kid," he admitted. "You're kind of little for a filly, and I, well..."

He turned so I could get a look at what was hanging beneath him. My eyes widened when I saw his cock; a long hunk of meat that put his friend's to shame. It was at least two inches longer, and definitely had a couple more centimeters of circumference. Truth be told, I agreed with him; I wasn't sure I could take something that big inside me.

But I was sure as hell gonna try.

"I can do it!" I said, persisting. "I'm still wet; you'll be able to slide it in if we start now!"

The red stallion still looked bewildered, but he slowly nodded. "Yeah, um... alright, clean up all that cum in your cunt and I'll see what I can do."

I wasn't familiar with his vocabulary, but I got the gist of his request. I grabbed a hoofful of cloud out of the ground below me and rolled it into a condensed hunk. Like a sponge, I dabbed the other stallion's fluids off my pussy before tossing it aside.

"Okay, ready!"

"She's nuts," the big stallion mumbled to his friend.

"Who cares! She's asking you to fuck her!"

"Good point."

I shuddered in nervous anticipation as the bulky stallion trotted up behind me. He touched me to make sure I was still slick, and a frantic little giggle escaped me.

They were right, I realized. I really had gone nuts. I was standing here in a shady back alley, presenting myself to a total stranger three times my age and at least that many times my size. This wasn't something fillies did at my age. Even the bad girls in class were admired by the other foals for little things like getting a piercing or kissing someone on the hoofball team, not for having sex with rapists behind the pawn shop.

My attitude of consent had clearly changed the attitude of the stallions, as well. Rather than just pushing in like his friend had, this stallion leaned forward to look me in the eye.

"You ready, kid?"

Honestly, I wasn't. I was trying to come to terms with the fact that I was craving this, that I was inviting it upon myself. But I threw caution to the wind and nodded.

The stallion wiggled his lower body a bit, working his tip into me. It was big; I felt myself stretch again, almost as much as I had at the peak of my last session. Vaguely, I wondered if this was a really bad idea. Perhaps the pain the adults had always cited came when one pushed oneself too far.

Then the big stallion shoved most of his length inside me, and all my doubts were erased.

My walls strained, pulled totally taut as an object as big as my own foreleg forced itself inside. The sheer force of a cock clearly bigger than what my body was designed to take almost knocked the wind out of me. The pseudo-pain returned around the border of my vagina, but it was coupled with such pleasure that I hardly noticed.

Welcoming the sex only made me wetter. Soon I heard a symphony of squelches as my soaked hole took the big cock again and again. Each thrust sent a zing up my spine, and my hind legs shook as I struggled to take the cock as deeply as my small body would allow.

"She's got more than half of you in 'er," the blue stallion said, impressed. "You ain't never been fucked before, have you kid?"

"N-never!" I gasped, moving my rear backwards as the stallion's cock came forward. To ,my delight, the action forced me still wider, taking another half-inch of the dick into my pulsing, dripping interior.

For a few more minutes, we fucked without speaking, the quiet punctuated only by the sound of my wet pussy and my own high-pitched moans. Soon, I felt the stallion's cock give a few telltale twitches.

"K-kid, hope you're ready to take another load of cum," he stuttered.

"Do it!" I urged, eager to overflow once again with the hot goo.

The stallion twitched harder as he prepared to release his load. My own pussy responded to the movement with a few spasms of its own. Without any further warning, the big pony ejaculated with such force that it felt like someone had just fired a squirt gun full of warm water inside my body. It coated my inner walls, and didn't stop there. He loosed so much of it into me that it began to seep out around his penis, his continued movements spreading it across the fur on my butt and once again down my back legs. By the time he finally stopped, we were both kind of a sticky mess.

"S-see?" I managed, trying to catch my breath. "I told you I c-could take it..."

The first stallion who had fucked me laughed. "I like this kid. She's got a future in the sex biz, I bet. A quality prostitute around these parts can make a pretty penny. In fact..."

He tossed a pair of bits at me. "We came her expecting to rape a screamin' kid, and we got a quality fuck instead. You deserve a tip for that one."

The bigger stallion groaned and finally began to pull out. Long strands of cum like inverted arches dangled between his shaft and my still pulsing folds. He paused when only his head remained inside. With a grin, he surprised me with one final very forceful thrust.

To this day, I'm not sure I've ever given as long or as lustful a moan as that one action forced out of me. I collapsed, spreadeagled face down on the cloudy walkway. At that moment, my mind blanked out completely, fully preoccupied with sexual pleasure.

As the stallion pulled out, a bright light lit the alleyway, and for a moment, none of us could find the source. The large pony wiped a splotch of cum off my flank and laughed.

"Well lookie here, kid! You just got your cutie mark!"

"What!?" I gasped, jumping to my hooves and ignoring the cum beginning to dry into my fur. On my flank was a little pool of honey, with a dipper half-submerged in it. Appropriate to my name, as expected, but I didn't understand what exactly it meant.

"Looks like one of them metaphorical cutie marks," the blue stallion commented. "On the rare occasion a pony has a talent for something taboo, the cutie mark represents it in a less explicit way."

The red stallion chuckled. "Man, what a score. We raped a filly whose special talent was sex."

Grinning at my new mark, I grabbed some more cloud and began to clean myself up. "I know this sounds weird," I said, "but... thanks! A half hour ago, I never would have thought getting raped would turn out to be the highlight of my day."

"Well, we sure weren't expecting a willing filly," the blue pony said. "That's unheard of, basically."

"Tell you what," I bargained. "My friend Bluebell probably wouldn't have had the same reaction if she hadn't escaped. Promise me you'll leave her alone, and maybe I'll just happen to take the back way home from school more often, if you know what I mean."

"Sounds fair," said the red stallion. "You're really somethin' kid. What's your name?"

"Honey Dip!"

"Well, Honey Dip, we'll stop by for some, er, good fun with ya back here next week," the blue pony chimed in. "In the meantime, go enjoy that new talent of yours!"

I grinned as I started to flutter off. "Oh, don't worry, I have a feeling I'm gonna get a lot of use out of it..."