The Sexy Tale of Honey Dip

I knocked loudly on Bluebell's door. The curtain shifted ever so slightly and an icy blue eye peeked out. Then the door was flung open and the filly pulled me inside, slamming it behind me.

"Honey Dip! Did you escape, or did they..."

She trailed off when she noticed my disheveled mane and cum-matted coat. "Oh," she said weakly, backing away. "Honey Dip, I'm so sorry, b-but I did warn you..."

I cracked a grin. "Bluebell, calm down. I'm fine. Better than fine, actually."

She raised an eyebrow. "Um, wh-"

"I'll explain in a minute," I said. "Can I use your shower?"

"Please do," Bluebell said slowly, starting at the white splotches on my coat. Her eyes worked their way along me until they got to my flank, and then they widened in surprise."

"Honey Dip! Your... cutie mark?"

I just laughed as I trotted up the stairs toward the bathroom. Bluebell had a lot of catching up to do.

Bluebell sat on the side of the tub as I scrubbed the thick cum off my flanks. "So, let me get this straight," she said. "You got raped by that blue stallion, and you liked it so much that you asked the red one to fuck you as well?"

"Yup."

"And then, when you'd let both of them have their way with you, you got your cutie mark?"

"Uh-huh."

"So what you're saying is your special talent is literally having sex."

"Sure seems like it."

Bluebell shook her head. "Honey Dip, we're twelve. We've barely hit puberty as it is. We're not ready for things like this! I expected you to show up bleeding and half-conscious, if you even made it back here at all. I'm glad I was wrong, but this... this is a little more than I can believe..."

"Cutie Marks don't lie," I argued. "I know it goes against everything we thought we knew, but sex is crazy awesome! Everything about it!"

Bluebell scrutinized my flank. "That cutie mark could mean anything," she said quietly.

I snorted. "Now you're just being silly. It's plain as day I got fucked back there, what else could it have come from? I can't exactly go around with a picture of a cock in a mare's pussy on my flank, of course. The dipper is the dick, and the little pool is all that 'honey' I make back there when I get turned on."

Bluebell sighed. "It does make sense," she admitted as she handed me a towel (It clearly was one of the towels from the school locker room, but I wasn't at all surprised to see it in Bluebell's possession). "I'm just not sure I can, or want to, believe it."

"I can prove it next time," I said.

Bluebell's ear twitched. "What do you mean 'next time'?"

I smirked. "I told those two stallions I'd come back for them next week, provided they leave you alone," I explained. "I want another fuck and you don't, so... everypony wins, I guess."

Bluebell shuddered reflexively. "Are you serious? Honey Dip, I don't think you understand what you're dealing with here!"

I shook my head fervently. "No, I do! I just need to find a way to show you. And I think I can help with that, in a way that's totally safe for both of us."

Bluebell narrowed her eyes. "I'm listening..."

The next day was Saturday, which didn't really matter because Bluebell's parents typically weren't home during daylight hours on any day of the week. It did mean we didn't have to wait for school to get out, though, so I merrily trotted over to Bluebell's house just after breakfast. Rather than using the door, I fluttered up to Bluebell's window and sat down on the sill.

"Mornin'!" I said loudly.

Bluebell, who had been leafing through a pretty big book, jumped at the sound of my voice. "Oh, hello," she greeted. "Don't scare me like that. This little 'plan' of yours has me stressed enough as it is."

"Sorry," I chuckled. "Did you get the stuff I asked about?"

Bluebell nodded, and pushed the book she'd been reading toward me. "Before we get to that, I wanted to show you this book I borrowed from the library. It's a book about fillies' and mares' bodies and how they work. If you're going to rope me into these sexual experiments of yours, I'm at least going to check if whatever we're trying is okay first."

Scholarly Bluebell turned to books for a lot of her concerns, and for once I had to agree with her choice to borrow this one. Besides, I knew I would probably be able to find information in there about ways to achieve pleasure I didn't know about yet.

Also, despite her kleptomania, Bluebell was strangely punctual with returning library books. That never made much sense to me, but now wasn't the time or the place to think about it.

"That's great, but where's the stuff I asked for?" I said impatiently.

"Don't get your tail in a twist," Bluebell huffed, marching over to her closet. "I got plenty of stuff. The clerk was asleep when I snuck into the sex shop, so I grabbed a few extra things."

Bluebell dragged a large bag from her closet and dumped the contents out on the carpet. My jaw dropped.

At my request, Bluebell had pilfered a pile of sex toys from the shop down the street. There were several dildos made of simple, colorful plastic and shaped like a elongated bullets, and even two fashioned instead to look like real stallion cocks. A couple of vibrating devices were in among the items as well, along with two small bottles of lube and several more objects I couldn't yet identify. I felt myself practically salivating at the horde of devious toys. Bluebell noticed my expression and responded with a rather concerned one of her own.

"So... you're going to use these?" she asked.

"We're going to use these!" I corrected. "Trust me, in a few minutes you'll see what I've been talking about!"

Bluebell chewed her lip but said nothing. I sighed and trotted over to my friend, putting a wing over her back.

"Bluebell, I know you're worried, but that's why we're doing it this way!" I said, trying to comfort her. "If we're just using toys, you can control everything; it'll be as mild or as intense as you want it to be. And you got that book to answer any other concerns. Heck, if it turns out you don't like it at all, you can just stop."

Bluebell mumbled something indistinct. I leaned against her gently.

"Bluebell, I'm only asking you to do this with me because I really think you'll like it. There's no harm in just trying, is there?"

Finally, Bluebell gave me a small smile. "Yeah, I guess there isn't," she agreed. "But I'm starting with something small! I don't think I'm ready to go right to my limit like you did."

"That's fine! Anything will do," I assured her. "What do you wanna try?"

Bluebell frowned. "I'll figure that out later. I wanna see you do this first. You're the one with experience."

Considering I'd already started to produce my 'honey' since the moment Bluebell had shown me the toys, I was in no position to argue. I slumped down on the plush carpet and grabbed one of the dildos shaped like an actual dick. It was a little smaller than either of the cocks I'd taken the day before, but it was still a hefty toy. Bluebell eyed it, surprised.

"So, you can actually... fit that thing?"

I grinned. "Yesterday, I wouldn't have believed it either."

I rubbed the tip of the toy against my opening. The silicone was colder than real flesh, but I had to admit, the shape matched a real stallion's pretty accurately. I pulled it away a bit, and a little trail of my fluids clung to the tip. Bringing it back against my skin, I rubbed it around a bit, spreading my own juices carefully across every part of my pussy.

"Looks like I won't be needing any of that lube," I laughed. Satisfied, I gave the toy a push, and the wide head slipped inside.

Almost immediately, the sensations I'd discovered yesterday started anew. The inside of my pussy practically wrapped around the toy, sucking on it like a filly on a great big lollipop. With relative ease, I slid the dildo several inches deeper.

Bluebell's eyes went wide. "So you can do it," she breathed. "And is that toy, um... is it good?"

"Seems like it so far," I answered. "Let's put it to the test."

My body was practically starving for sex. With lustful hunger, I began to thrust the toy in and out, basking in that glorious feeling of fullness each time I pushed it into my depths. In a matter of seconds, much of the shaft was totally coated in a film of my fluids.

I increased my speed and closed my eyes, drinking in the pleasure, almost as intense as yesterday's. The cool material of the toy was soon as warm as my juices.

Bluebell said nothing, but her ears twitched at every moan and gasp I gave. One thrust produced a particularly loud squelch, causing Bluebell's eyes to go so wide that I couldn't help but let out a chuckle amid the sounds of pleasure.

I'm not sure how long I kept it up. I got lost in it. After a while, Bluebell's voice drew me out of my trance.

"Okay, okay," she said, sounding defeated. "I've never seen a pony look so satisfied before. I... I guess I'll take a turn with something now."

I pulled the dildo out, relishing the loud pop as the head escaped. "I knew you'd wanna try once you saw me at work!" I squealed. "Go on, pick out a toy. I'll even help you get started!"

Bluebell chewed her lip thoughtfully as she looked through the assortment of devices. Eventually, she settled on a dildo, blue like her coat, made of smooth plastic, and less than half the width of the one I'd chosen. "This one," she said decisively. "It's my size. Now just... show me what to do."

"Well first," I said, picking up the bottle of lube, "you don't get as wet as I do. You're probably gonna need this."

Bluebell nodded and uncapped the bottle. She peered inside, and then sniffed the contents tentatively.

I snickered. "It's not rocket science, 'Bell. Take a hooffull of that stuff and rub it on your pussy."

Bluebell dumped a generous helping of the cool goop onto her forehoof. Lying back, she hesitated for a second before spreading her legs.

I'm pretty sure that was the first time I ever got a good look at Bluebell's vagina. After all, most ponies had the decency to keep their tails over those regions, except for brief instances of activity, and even then, it was only a fleeting glance. Bluebell had a smooth, even-looking little mound, divided precisely down the middle by a delicate slit. One could immediately tell it had never been violated in the slightest, unlike my own pussy, with its wavy folds and teased, pinkish skin peeking through my fur.

And I was eager to watch her change that.

"Go on," I urged.

Bluebell squirmed and carefully lowered the hoof to her opening. A drop of lube dripped onto the skin, causing her to shiver.

"Honey Dip, it's coooold," she whined.

"It'll warm up once you start spreading it around," I replied, chuckling. "Just do it before you psych yourself out."

Bluebell clenched her teeth and pressed her hoof against her vagina with a soft splatter. Shivering again, she began to spread the lube all around the slit.

"You'll probably wanna work some inside a little, too," I pointed out. "At least near the entrance. Gotta make sure things are nice and slick."

The filly parted her folds just a fraction of an inch, and spread a small amount of lube inside with the very tip of her hoof. When she was satisfied that every inch of her pussy was slippery, she lifted the dildo and wiped the rest of the lube onto it. Then she looked at me, as if awaiting instruction.

"Now you just... slide it in," I deadpanned. "After it's in there, what you do with it is up to you."

Bluebell hesitated. "Should I just to it how you did?"

I shrugged. "You're over-thinking this, Bluebell," I pointed out. "I don't think there's any one way to enjoy a dildo. Put it inside your body, try some stuff until you find something you like, and do that. The right way is whichever was feels good to you."

Bluebell held the dildo over her still undisturbed marehood. Finally deciding that there was no way to delay any longer, she brought the tip down to the skin. Nudging the tight passage open with it as delicately as one might awaken a sleeping newborn, she took a long slow breath and...

...Promptly lost her grip on the slippery toy, allowing gravity to take over. Because Bluebell was lying on her back, the toy, spurred on by the generous amount of lube, slid a good three-fourths of the way inside her.

The filly made a sound I will never be able to put into words. Frozen, she stared at the last bit of the toy, protruding from her core.

I laughed aloud. "Well, that's one way to do it!" I said, relishing the combination of her alarmed expression and rapidly flushing cheeks. "Go on, play with it a bit."

Getting over the shock, Bluebell gripped the end of the dildo, more carefully this time, and slid it back out of her body. Small as it was, it came away without complaint, but I saw another telltale shiver run down the filly's spine, and this one wasn't from the cold.

"Okay, let's see..." she said weakly. "It goes in easy enough, so I guess I'll just..."

She trailed off, lowering the toy into herself and pulling it out again. And again. And again.

With an expression of deep concentration, Bluebell slid the petite toy in a rather rhythmic pattern. She wasn't reduced to a half-sane mass of lust like I was at the top of my game, but between the tiny moans she was clearly trying to stifle, and the burning red deepening in her cheeks, it was obvious that she'd rather quickly found spot somewhere in those depths that wanted stimulation.

Down below, though, things didn't look quite the same. Bluebell was tight, sure, but the toy was very small. It was still a masturbation aid, sure, but it wasn't challenging her. And judging by the increasing intensity with which she was ramming it into herself, it just wasn't enough.

I smiled mischievously, picking up a green plastic dildo and balancing it on my hoof. "You look like you're having fun there, Bluebell," I purred. "Sure you don't need something a little bigger, though?"

Her eyes said it all. They screamed at me, begging for an instrument of greater pleasure.

"Um... yes please," she mumbled, in comical contrast.

I'd barely gotten the green toy within Bluebell's reach when she snatched it from my forehooves. Still sufficiently soaked, she wasted no time in plunging it deep into her body, and the first real, drawn-out moan escaped her.

"Ohhhhhh, that's feels soooo much better..."

"See, you underestimated yourself!" I giggled. "I think you might be starting to see what I like so much about this."

Bluebell nodded vaguely. "I'm s-sorry, Honey Dip," she managed between pleasured gasps. "You having sex with b-big stallions still w-worries me a bit, b-but at least I can see where you're coming from now. I c-can't pretend this doesn't feel amazing."

"There's no need to apologize!" I assured her. "I figured you'd love it. Just enjoy yourself for a while; we have as long as you want."

Bluebell rolled onto her stomach, reaching under herself with a forehoof to try a new angle. The dildo's slightly greater circumference seemed to be a perfect fit for her. She twitched delightedly with each inward thrust, and I watched the walls of her pussy, now wet with more than just lube, cling to the toy, feebly attempting to prevent it leaving on each outward motion.

Her glances in my direction had stopped, I noticed. Bluebell seemed now to be so engrossed in pleasuring herself that she'd broken her self-conscious streak, which was more success than I could have hoped for. She wiggled her hips in desperation as she tried to force the toy deeper.

A drop of warm liquid hit the floor beneath me. Gingerly touching my nethers with a hoof, I discovered I was once again soaked with my own fluid, so much so that it was starting to drip and to run down my inner flanks. I eyed the faux-cock that I'd been using a little while before, still glistening with the film I had left on it.

Bluebell gave a loud groan and finally pulled the dildo from herself completely. She tossed it aside and layed face-first on the carpet, her pussy winking in protest.

"I can't... keep it up..." she panted. "I want more but I'm... exhausted..."

"Take a break then," I said, shrugging. "As for me, I think I'm ready for another round."

Bluebell rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling blearily. "Be my guest," she mumbled, breathing hard.

I sat down, leaning against the wall, and picked up the large dildo again. My walls seemed to joyfully spread, welcoming the great flared head back inside as it made contact.

For a while, we sat quietly. Bluebell sat up and grabbed the book about sex, paging through it idly as I continued to assault my marehood with the synthetic dick. Trying to get a feel for all the ways it could pleasure me, I turned it at a slightly sharper angle and gave it a good thrust.

A burst of please so intense I practically jumped out of my skin coursed through me. I yelped, blinking the stars from my eyes. Bluebell looked up, concerned.

"What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"

"No," I panted. "But I... I stimulated something, and... and wow, what was that?"

I took out the dildo and stood up. "It's hard to reach though," I admitted. "I've gotta angle my body a bit, as well as the toy..."

There was a brief pause, and then I looked at Bluebell and grinned.

"Hey, 'Bell, wanna help me out?"

Bluebell blinked. "Uhh... what do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me with this thing, of course!" I laughed. "I wanna hit that sweet spot I just found, but it'd be a lot easier if I handle the positioning and you do the thrusting."

"I won't hurt you?"

"I seriously doubt it," I said, rolling my eyes. "You could throw your whole weight into it and it probably wouldn't be as forceful as those stallions I met yesterday."

Bluebell blushed. "Oh yeah..."

I turned my backside toward my friend and lifted my tail high, exposing myself. "Stick it in, and angle the tip up just a bit," I instructed, feeling my pussy give a pronounced wink.

Bluebell pushed the toy into me, giving an impressed whistle as it slipped inside without much resistance. She angled it as I'd requested.

"Here?"

"Just a little deeper."

She pushed it further, not changing it's direction. "Here?"

"Give it a thrust and I'll let you know."

Bluebell drew the toy out, and then rammed it back in against the spot I'd asked for with significant force. I nearly collapsed on the rug.

"Thaaaaaaat's the spot, alright," I moaned. "Do it again. Don't stop!"

Bluebell shrugged. "You're the expert."

Gripping the base of the dildo with both forehooves, she started pounding me with it. Each thrust was filled with the same fantastic sensation they always were, but the highlight was without question the repeated contact with that sweet spot. Although each strike was less than a second from the next, it felt like an eternity lied between each one. I cried out with every touch, except for a few times where a long moan lasted for several instances of contact.

My legs began to shake, and I lowered the front half of my body down and stretched my forelegs in front of me, swinging my backside backwards to take each of the toy's thrusts will still greater force. My juices were getting everywhere, including onto Bluebell's forehooves, but she was so involved in pleasuring me that she didn't notice.

"Harder, Bluebell! Stuff that thing in me with everything you've got!"

Bluebell took my earlier suggestion and quite literally started throwing her weight into it. Forced as deep as my body would allow, each forward motion came with a wet squelch. Once or twice, the silicone balls on the end of the toy almost met my body as the shaft threatened to totally disappear into my slit.

My stomach tightened suddenly. Somehow, atop the already mountainous load of stimulation, something new was building inside me. Whatever it was, it only heightened my lust. I started to drool on the floor.

"Are you sure you're doing okay, Honey Dip?" Bluebell asked, although she did not slow her assault with the toy.

"Yes, yes, just keep going!" I practically screamed.

The feeling low in my stomach spread to the rest of my waist. My pussy clenched harder, as if it was trying to swallow the dildo up. For a few seconds, it vaguely occurred to me that something was about to happen.

And then something happened. Something extraordinary.

As the toy his that sweet spot yet again, all that pressure inside me broke loose. A pleasure that dwarfed all before it spread like wildfire through my veins, setting my whole body alight with bliss. My walls contracted rapidly, again and again, around the toy, and a little sprinkle of something odd, something liquid that wasn't urine, squirted out of me, peppering the rug with droplets and only just missed Bluebell, who had wisely chosen to back off when she realized something was happening.

I didn't gasp. I didn't moan. Instead, I outright screamed with joy as, for five or six seconds, every inch of my being basked in the explosion of sensation erupting in my core. I teetered and collapsed, for some reason laughing like a lunatic between gasps as I attempted to come to terms with what I'd just experienced.

"Honey Dip," Bluebell gasped, trying to remain calm. "What did you... what just happened?"

"Ch-ch-check the b-book," I managed, yanking the dildo from my body and staring, awestruck, as a little more liquid dribbled out behind it.

Bluebell blushed. "Oh yeah, the book," she she repeated, rushing over to the big book still laying in the corner. "Let me see..."

I tried to get up and join her, but I was still shaking. My pussy contracted once more, an aftershock to the sexual earthquake, and I sank back down again, moaning contently. Bluebell could find the answer herself.

"I think this is it," she said finally. "Full-body pleasure, vaginal pulsing, some more excess liquid... this says you just had an orgasm."

"A what?"

"An orgasm," she repeated. "This says it's the height of the sexual experience. A release of all the tension that builds up while you're having sex."

"Orgasm," I said dreamily, the new word rolling delicately off my tongue.

"It looks like it's the same thing as cumming," Bluebell said, still poring over the book. "I knew stallions could cum, but I guess mares can too."

I was hardly listening. For the first time since the moment I'd first been penetrated the day before, relief was washing over me. Up until this moment, all the sex I'd experienced had only succeeded in... well, making me want more sex. Now, at last, I felt the one thing I was worried I would never achieve: actual satisfaction.

"That's great, Bluebell," I said dazedly. "Go grab a dildo and don't stop until you cum too. You won't regret it."

Totally drained, I think I fell asleep right there on Bluebell's carpet, my last waking thoughts just muddled pride and excitement about my big discovery of what kind of pleasure my body could really create. No doubt I dreamt about that first orgasm, and the many, many more still to come.