The Sexy Tale of Honey Dip

by Ham

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 9792

Honey Dip tells the story of how she became one of Equestria's sluttiest ponies.

A traveling stallion spending the night in Ponyville finds himself in the company of a cheerful and charismatic nympho named Honey Dip. With hours to kill and nothing to do, he agrees to sit back and listen to the story of how the sex-loving pegasus became one of Equestria's greatest whores.

(A fan-imagining of Honey Dip's past, featuring Honey Dip from http://haiku-oezu.tumblr.com/)
Foalcon in the first two chapters after the prologue. After that it will be all 18+.

Published 2013-12-21 18:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-20 00:28:16 UTC

Prologue

"This is the last stop before we hit Canterlot," Acrylic said as he led me into the little town. "Ponyville. Not too fancy, but not a bad place to chill out, either. It's peaceful."

I looked at the mountain in the distance; the outline of Canterlot castle was quickly fading in the dim light of the setting sun. "I guess we'll have to finish the journey tomorrow," I said. "It's too dark to go on tonight."

Acrylic snorted and gave his bright green mane a toss. "We could have been there hours ago if you could fly," he said, ruffling his wings in mock annoyance.

"Well, excuse me for being an earth pony."

Acrylic laughed. "Don't sweat it, I'm not in a hurry. We'll just catch a train tomorrow morning and be there by noon."

"Good," I sighed. "I'm sick of walking. Heck, I'm sick of this whole trip. I need a pick-me-up or something."

Acrylic grinned. It was one of those knowing grins, too. The kind that lets you know he's up to something.

"Looking for a way to unwind?" he asked. "Boy, do I have a treat for you. Turns out an old friend of mine lives here in Ponyville, and if she's around, we could get a place to crash for the night and maybe that little pick-me-up you're looking for."

I knew trusting Acrylic's ideas was almost never wise, but he had a point; we didn't have anywhere to stay. I shrugged and followed him down the dirt road.

How Acrylic even found the place, I will never know. I swear it looked exactly like every other house. Even so, he trotted up to the door and confidently knocked.

"Come in!" a mare cheerfully called from somewhere in the depths of the house. "Door's not locked!"

The pegasus grinned and pushed his way inside. I followed along, looking around the dim room as I went.

"Yo, where are ya?" he called into the semidarkness.

"Upstairs," the mare replied from somewhere above. "I'm in the middle of a session, but you're welcome to come up and hang out!"

"A session?" I asked quietly. "What is she, a shrink? I don't need a shrink, Acrylic, I just need a little break."

Acrylic laughed. "She's not a shrink. Just follow me, you'll see."

I followed him up the steps. A sliver of light radiated from one of the rooms down the hall. Acrylic pushed it open without reserve. I peeked in and gasped.

The room was lit by a single, yellowish light, and the curtains were drawn. An assortment of... questionable objects lay scattered on the shelves and generally all about. And a brown pegasus mare with a honey yellow mane lying spread-eagled gave a few pleased squeaks of delight as a particularly bulky stallion gave her a thorough fucking.

"Hey, Honey Dip!" Acrylic said, somehow impossibly nonchalant.

The mare turned her head. "Acrylic! I haven't seen you in ages," she greeted, her voice not wavering in the slightest despite the rather large cock pounding at her nethers. "Who's your friend, and why's he look like he's seen a ghost?"

Acrylic glanced at me and put his hoof to his snout to stifle a laugh. "I don't think he's used to walking in on ponies having sex."

"Oh yeah, that does bother some ponies, doesn't it," Honey Dip replied, tapping a hoof to her chin thoughtfully. "Well, we'll be done in a minute, and then we can—"

The stallion grunted and thrust his hips forward harder. A copious amount of semen spilled out of Honey Dip's vagina around his cock.

"Scratch that, we're done now," Honey Dip laughed. "Hope you had fun, pal. I can tell you needed it."

The stallion mumbled some thanks. Avoiding my gaze, he brushed past me and hurried out of the house.

"So, what brings you back to Ponyville, Acrylic?" the mare asked, idly running a hoof through the thick cum dripping from her entrance and seeming rather oblivious to my discomfort.

"I'm just accompanying my friend here on a business trip to Canterlot," Acrylic said, nudging me with a wing.

Honey Dip turned to me. "Ooh, Canterlot, huh? Boy, I've had some fun there. Anyway, what's your name?"

"F-Footnote," I stuttered.

"We needed a place to crash, so I figured we'd check in with you," Acrylic continued. "Footnote's feeling a little high-strung, so I figured you might be able to help him take care of that, too."

I finally pieced together what Acrylic was implying. I looked at him in shock.

"Are you saying... I mean... I don't even know her!" I sputtered.

Honey Dip, however, laughed playfully. "That won't be a problem," she said in a singsong tone. "And how about this, Acrylic: you two can stay the night, but you have to cook dinner. The market doesn't close for a little while yet."

Acrylic shrugged. "Works for me. You and Footnote can hang out here, I'll be back in a flash."

Before I could object, he had already vanished. Damn pegasi and their speed.

Honey Dip turned to me, looking concerned. "You still don't look well. I apologize if my, uh, current state when you came in was a little surprising."

I nodded slowly. "No problem, I suppose, but... does Acrylic really think you and I are gonna..."

Honey Dip shrugged. "Well, why not? You look like you have some tension to relieve, and I'll never say no to another fuck."

My mind was boggled by how casual she was. "So are you like... a prostitute, then?" I stuttered, immediately regretting my bluntness.

Honey Dip pouted. "Aww, that's no fair. Only ameteurs charge for service. I'll take donations now and then if ponies are feeling generous, but I'm in the biz for the sex, not the cash."

Now I was really confused, and somewhat startled by her answer. "So then, you're, uh..."

"Not a prostitute, just a bit of a nymphomaniac!" Honey Dip chuckled.

She caught me glancing at her soaked groin again and grinned. "Or, well, maybe a lot of a nymphomaniac."

Her smile faded. "But hey, if you're not up for, you know, diving right in, then we can just sit and talk. I'm nothing if not good company. Hope you don't mind if I play with myself a bit, though."

I managed a weak smile. "G-go ahead."

Honey Dip grabbed a tissue and cleaned herself up, and then immediately set to work on herself with her hoof again. "So, whatcha' heading to Canterlot for?" she asked.

"The Summer Sun Celebration's coming up," I replied. "I'm a reporter for the Manehattan Gazette, and I'm on my way there to get info for my article firsthoof."

"Ahh, I love that time of year," Honey Dip said dreamily. "It's the biggest holiday there is, and that means a lot of ponies want to party. And more than a few like to celebrate with a little... decreased inhibition, shall we say. A mare who offers herself that evening can potentially have a field day!"

I laughed. "You're really into fucking, huh?"

"Fuckin', suckin' and everything in between!" the mare announced proudly. "I eat, sleep, and breathe sex."

"And how'd you pick up a habit like that?" I asked.

Honey Dip stopped masturbating for a moment, and again tapped her fluid-soaked hoof to her chin quizzically. "You know, that's quite a story. I'm not sure if I've ever told anypony about all the adventures that put me where I am today."

She paused, and licked the sticky substance from her hoof. "I don't suppose you wanna hear about it anyway?" she asked, a thin line of fluid running from her hoof to her lip.

"I got time," I said, trying not to blush too hard at the mare's casual lewdness.

"Great!" Honey Dip replied, clapping her forehooves excitedly. "Gee, when did it all start? I'm pretty sure my first experience was on a regular old school day, years and years ago..."

Honey Dip's First Time

"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..."

Honey Dip's Big Discovery

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.