The sound of a single twig being snapped under your foot resonates through the woods as you make your way toward the dimly-lit cabin. Nighttime at Crystal Creeks Summer Camp was anything but ordinary, yet it was not the eerie quiet that made it so, rather, it was the hushed sounds of a handful of colts as they trotted to their posts. Certainly it was nothing that your adoptive mare-mother spoke of before sending you to camp.
The odd ritual of colts being "chosen" during the daytime to meet at a set of very specific cabins, at night no less, was nothing short of hushed tradition within the halls of Ponyville schools. How it had been kept secret so long from the school staff or the councilors was certainly nothing short of a mystery. Thus did you walk alone, through the tall trees and singing crickets to your destination. Looking up from the ground, you read a unmistakable sign hanging near the screen door.
A number painted with a glossy red coat reflected well in the moonlight.
"Cabin 4..."
You whisper aloud, swallowing with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
You don't know what you did to be selected; you certainly didn't have a girl...er, marefriend back at school to be "chosen" by. Or perhaps that was the point...?
The thought of being silently judged for being so different was certainly nothing new, but you never imagined you'd be sized up from afar for this sort of thing. Instructions that you found hastily stuffed inside your jacket were quite specific to the time and place, right down to what wall of the cabin to make the signal. Walking around the back, you take note to avoid the road as you slide along the walls. You still had no clue as how any filly was able to hide the little pink note in your jacket while you swam with all the other colts at Lilly-Lick pond. They teased you with a mixture of jealousy and jubilance that somepony from cabin twelve was picked by a mare, telling you nothing short of what to expect that night.
Secretly, it only made you more nervous.
Finally you reach an area where a little piece of plywood blocked a mesh slide about waist-height, and with a breath to calm your nerves, rapped on the slat.
*****
"He might not even be coming!"
The silver mare chided, giggling at the foal standing at the foot of bunk eight.
"He probably saw you slipping the note and thought, 'ewww, why would I ever want to meet with an ugly blank-flank', she's such a loser."
Silver Spoon seemed to be exceptionally callous without Diamond Tiara around. However, her venom seemed lacking as infrequent insults came across as nothing more than insecurity; for the first time she and Diamond had been placed into different cabins.
"Shut up, Silver! You're were the deciding vote for her to be the one to choose a colt!"
The off-yellow Precious Paisley snapped, silencing the grey menace.
"Besides, can't you see how nervous she is?"
Beneath the two mares bickering on the top bunks, little Sweetie Belle stood staring at the wall as if she could see through it. Uncharacteristically quiet as the night went on, she silently hoped her love would come.
'Maybe he didn't get the note? But I was so sneaky and careful!'
Her mind pondered.
'It could have gotten wet from the lake and fallen out of his jacket...or perhaps Silver was right, and he had saw me planting it after all.'
She felt a twinge of despair.
'Maybe he really didn't want to know that he would've been meeting up with a blank-flank...maybe-'
*knockknockknock*
The trio of quick, sharp knocks on the plywood slat sounded the signal from outside. It quickly put a stop to all chatter on the nearby bunks; all eyes and earns now attuned to the ivory filly.
'He came...'
Sweetie Belle thought to herself, previously lost in her own mind as to what was in store for her not-so-little crush.
"Well what are you waiting for, blank? Open it!"
Silver whispered hurriedly .
"I was just about to! Jeez..."
Sweetie chirped back. With a slight gulp, she reached out a small hoof and slid back the crude blocking, opening the passage to what seemed at this moment like two different worlds.
*****
A flood of light came forth as the plywood slat was slid away, bathing your waist in a dim light. This was it; no turning back now. You stated with mental resolve, undoing your trousers with a pair of shaky hands. They along with your boxers fell with an unceremonious plop to the grass below, leaving your bottom half exposed to the elements. You silently thank the Sun that it was a warm, dry night. Adrenaline from the feeling of naughtiness and anxiety flooded into your manhood as you directed it towards the opening, effectively blocking any light with your hips. It looked like a tighter fit than you thought it would be; thankfully it was high enough.
Giving yourself a few gentle and long strokes, you prepare yourself for the unknown audience that doubtlessly waited on the other side. Any previous sound of chatter you thought you heard from the cabin was replaced with silence as you slid forward. Taking great care to avoid the sides and top of the wood, you press forward and into the cabin, merging the breach between inside and out.
It didn't take long until you-
"Eek!"
The sound came clearly from inside, as you shoved up against a furry little snout. Pushing the fuzziness out of the way, you finally meet your hips against the warm wood of the cabin, waiting for something to happen.
*****
Sweetie Belle tumbled out of the way as your member, solid as steel, pressed through the slat and into the room. Taking a moment to stare at it, she looked in awe at the size and thickness. It was so different from any that she'd caught glimpses of in the past, and was certainly larger than those described by her cabin mates. All eyes in the area fell upon her and it, admiring the display of your masculinity that eclipsed Sweetie's face.
"It's huge!"
Silver blurted out, covering her mouth with her hooves in an embarrassed blush.
"It looks so...different from the others. Who does it belong to? That hu-mane, right?"
Precious whispered, a matching blush spreading across her face. Sweetie Belle noticed and heard none of this, mesmerized only by your throbbing member in the flylight. Her mouth reflexively moistened at the thought of having it between her cheeks. She swallowed her excess saliva with a gulp, and opened her mouth. This was a moment long in the waiting for little Sweetie...her adored colt, come to sate his desires within her hungry mouth; you, come to give her the cream she so desperately craves. She panted softly while inching closer; all for her, and-
"H-hurry up, Sweetie. I-if you're not going to take it, I will...!"
Silver Spoon used Sweetie's name, a rarity that blatantly showed her unfocused state of mind.
"No!"
Sweetie shouted back loudly with a cracking voice, momentarily broken from her trance and startling Silver.
"He's mine..."
Her voice dropped to a whisper before a wiggling little tongue extended past her lips; she closed in on the throbbing prize.
*****
You hear the shout of "No!" from the other end. Suddenly, you feel yourself very exposed to the sensations of judgment, and thought you had been rejected. You nearly pull back when you suddenly feel a tongue lapping gently at the very tip of your head. Pursing your lips, you let out a small peep of surprise. The feeling suddenly spreads across your entire head; the sensation from the little tongue dancing across your glans and shaft so very intense. The roughness of the flat tongue exploring you more and more eagerly makes you unable to stop a small moan from escaping from your lips.
Warmth from an eager mouth begins to envelop your well-defined glans. You feel lips, smooth as silk, earnestly tugging against your manhood as they struggle to fit your diameter. The sensation of being rolled around in such a small mouth makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. Just as you get settled into the rhythm, the warmth begins to spread lower.
....and lower....
.......and lower.......
Until about half of your masculinity was encompassed by waves of pleasure; lips now sucking at you as if a kitten for mother's milk. You groan a bit louder this time, sending an unavoidable message to the hungry lips around you to pull slow and hard. They do just that and more as a small feminine moan from the inside sends a vibration down your member, causing shivers in your lower back. The soft forest winds caress your naked half with the scent of pine as the little mystery filly finally begins to bob her head.
Slowly at first, but picking up speed as she felt more and more confident in her motions.
"How is he not done yet?!"
You hear, almost startled at the sudden shout. The lips on you stop for only a moment.
"He's just that special."
You hear a small giggle as the filly's mouth resumes its ministrations upon your aching pole.
Groaning again, you can't help but thrust your hips gently against the wall; hormones raging through you commanding your young body to mate. The smooth wooden wall, thin yet sturdy, stands against your bouncing pelvis motions as the lips from the other side try to take you deeper and deeper with every moment. You couldn't care less of you were caught this very second...it felt too amazing. Already certainly far better and longer-lasting than as described by the other colts; you feel the familiar tingle being to rise in your lower stomach, the head of your member becoming increasingly sensitive.
As if sensing the slight swelling of your masculinity on the other side, the filly frantically begins to bob her head as low and deep as possible. You feel the light trace of pushing past a set of tonsils and into a ridged throat, growing even larger from the tightness. Boiling cream rises up through you, ready to be fed to your purring filly as your lean muscles go taut. In the last moment you look down, and see a faint set of what could be possibly whitish/grey lips before tossing your head back and letting the sensation of orgasm claim you.
*****
Sweetie Belle moans softly, feeling her prize draw ever closer as the two other fillies look on with baited breath at the lewd scene. With a deep inhale through her nose, she shoves as much of you as she can down her throat; Sweetie's lust-addled mind insists on her stomach being filled with human cream. The first blast spurts into her throat with such force and quantity that it nearly causes the tender young filly to gag.
Pulling back and opening her mouth slightly wider, the next blast flies far into her waiting maw before Sweetie moves for air. The next rope, just as large as the first, plasters her joyous face with hot sperm. Squealing in surprise, Sweetie Belle quickly caps the head of your exploding member and lets the rest of you empty into her mouth; her small tongue darting out to tease the underside of your manhood between each shot. Finally your orgasm subsides, and with a pop, your twitching shaft is let out from her cum-covered lips.
You pull back slightly to leave, as you were told you should do by the others after "finishing", but Sweetie's hoof grabs your shaft.
"Thank you."
She whispers softly, placing a tender kiss on your over-sensitive head. You shudder once before taking yourself carefully out of the slat completely. Pulling your pants up with a quick look around to check for any spies, you stealthily make your way away from the cabin and back towards your own. The small plywood board is slid back into place along with the mesh.
"Th-that was so hot....and so m-much...."
Silver Spoon mumbles, her perridot glasses nearly falling off the tip of her nose.
"Geez, Silver. Y-you act like you never sucked off a colt who's had any talent before. Wh-what happened to all those 'Canterlot studs' I thought you bragged about?"
Precious Paisley teased her, distracting herself from the feeling of pent-up arousal.
"Oh that was no colt..."
Sweetie Belle whispered to herself, cleaning off the sweet, salty cream from her face and mane.
"That was my human."
*****
With summer camp over, you and the rest of the campers got onto the train back to Ponyville. Your head was still slightly spinning from your night at cabin four. You never would have imagined that the experience would have been so...intense.
The other colts were disappointed with the lack of explicit details that you failed to provide them, but it was only your first time doing this sort of thing, and you were more lost in the moment than in the particulars. Sitting in your seat on the outside of the row, you're able to see the remaining ponies file inside the train car.
You can't help but make a small mental note of every white, gray, or light-yellow filly that walks through. A pale-yellow filly from the group walks by with a trio of paisley on her flank. Could it have been her? You know where she's from when you met during the orientation; she lives all the way in Manehattan! She trots past you and into the seat a few rows behind.
"What?! Silver, you're lying through your teeth! There's no way he was that big or lasted that long."
You hear the shrill of Diamond Tiara's obnoxious voice as you look back at the commotion. A blushing Silver Spoon sits next to her on the outside row, and looks away with a giggle the moment your eyes meet. There's no way you were sucked off by the lackey of the most popular mare in school....were you? You shake the thought of Silver Spoon now possibly having a crush on you from your head as Sweetie Belle trots up and sits in the seat across from the aisle. Looking away from the window outside, you see her smile softly at you and wave.
Smiling back, you raise a hand and wave, causing a giggle from her...white... lips.
Class just got a lot more interesting...
