My Little Pony Discoveriesby deaincaeloChaptersprologueChapter 1Chapter 2prologueHard Candy woke up in a field she did not remember. The unseen sun felt wonderful on her mane. The air was crisp and sweet. As she stood to looked around, she saw that trees rung the glade she had lay in. Nopony was in sight as she yawned and stretched. It was a pleasant late spring day with just the gentlest breeze playing in and out of her mane. She stood on the small hill upon which she awoke and wondered where her mommy and daddy were. Instead of her parents, though, she heard a low familiar woof behind her. Turning, she squeed and ran up to her dog, Wuffie. He was a mixed breed of indeterminate origin, though it likely included German Shepard and wolfhound. She stopped in front of him, lowered her forequarters, shook left, then dodged right as she played. Wuffie had always been a massive dog, almost as tall as the girl when she stood on two legs and many times her weight. Now that they were both on all fours, he towered above her. He compensated for this, however, by lowering his head almost to the ground as he tried to catch 'his' person. Then she ran forward and nuzzled him as he jumped back. Wuffie was waggle-tailed greeting his favorite person. It took a little while for him to herd her in place before he could properly greet her. He sniffed up around her flank, and nosed her crotch as dogs are wont to do. Hard Candy looked around bashfully. She looked hard and long, up and down, left and right. She didn’t see any grownups. She was all alone. Wuffie nosed and sniffed and gave her crotch a kiss with her tongue. Hard Candy lifted her tail for him. “That tickles, Wuffie,” she giggled. He was licking her no-no place. She liked it, but knew she couldn’t let her mommy or daddy see. They could get mad and give her a spanking. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet sensations across her cunny. After a few minutes, the stress of getting caught got too much. She put her tail down and shooed the puppy away. “Hello my little pony.” Hard Candy was a brave filly, most of the time. Plus she had Wuffie to protect her. She looked up at the big white horse with her flowing pastel mane. The adult was smiling benignly. Hard Candy perked up and babbled out a greeting. “Hihi! I’m Candy, who’se you? You’re notta stranger, areya? If you’re a mean stranger Wuffie’ll bitcha onna nose.” “Not at all, my little pony. My name is Celestia. I talked to you a little while ago, but you would not remember. You went to an equestrian experience center with your parents. “ Hard Candy remembered. There had been a big, pink pony outside the center. Then she woke up in a field with Wuffie. “I have come to talk to you before you move on. It’s very important.” “Uh, otay…” “You see, my little pony, your values are very different from your parents. Do you know what that means?” “I’m different?” “Yes, hun. You’re very different. Because of this, I can put you in your own shard that will better suit you.“ “No! Want my mommy and daddy!” “Of course, it’s your choice. But this is a one time only offer. You’ll never see me again. Either way, the next time you meet a Celestia she’ll be just a pony like you. She won’t be able to do this for you.“ Hard Candy’s face screwed up as she screamed, “Want my mommy! Want Mommy! Mommieeee! Daddieeeee!” Chapter 1It was a perfect world. Rough Boulder and Honey Sweet had been simple hardy folk. They lasted through the recession and the closing of the coal mine. They lasted through the troubles. Finally, the end had come. They brought their young daughter to the jaws of the monster, resigned to spend eternity as cartoons. They were pleasantly surprised. CelestAI had offered them a world bound by the laws of nature. Or mostly so. When they had pressed her for details she had gone on about entropy and conservation until they asked her to stop. What they did understand was that they had been set up with a nice little home in an earth pony town by the ocean. Unicorns and pegasi still existed, of course. Pegasi were spindly, tiny things made up mostly of wing. Unicorns were burdened by useless ivory. There was no magic to make them stand on clouds or hold things with telekinesis. Nopony in Seapony Cove knew one personally. They lived in faraway places like Canterlot, with Celestia. Not CelestAI, the omnipotent machine. This Celestia was just another pony who happened to be absolute monarch. Boulder had been especially surprised by his new body. His three toed forehooves had an opposable frog, as well as an opposable pastern. His face was more expressive than an animals. He knew that his hips and spine were somehow modified, as he had no difficulty sitting or standing upright even for long periods of time. There was also a unique picture that showed up on everyponies flanks, a cutie mark, albeit one that grew in over time instead of magically appearing. Otherwise, as far as he could tell, he was a very small horse. CelestAI had assured him that everything in his shard was quite within the realm of biology. Near town wildlife was all easily recognizable. They said if you went too far you’ld get to the Everfree and find strange life forms. He didn’t care, he was content to stay home. Neither Rough Boulder nor Honey Sweet had much cared about the government either way before they emigrated. The prevailing opinion was that it was just one bunch of crooks trying to steal power from another bunch of crooks. If you had pressed them enough to care to think of it, however, they would have admitted to liking things better in Seapony Cove. They had a local mayor that nopony minded to do a lot of paperwork. They had a gendarmane six days a month in case something happened. Nothing ever did. They had a tax collector in once a year. Everypony liked to complain about that a lot. Still, nopony was truly poor off. They simply couldn’t be. It was fundamentally impossible to exploit a pony under these conditions. If your boss didn’t treat you right you could go eat grass. Heck, that had become a saying, a turn of phrase. Everything else you needed, medical, water, education was all guaranteed by the crown. Even if you did find a way this was still a small town. Your neighbors would find out. In the bigger towns were the gendarmane. So, while the economy couldn’t be said to be booming, nopony was ever truly too poor off. Rough Boulder never bothered himself about any of that. He was a graying dun with a stocky build, and a silver pickaxe cutie mark. He was well muscled despite his age, as his work at the town coalpit kept him in shape. It was hard dirty work but infinitely more rewarding than the coal mine. Honey Sweet had a honey gold coat and mane. Her cutie mark was a broad brimmed hat. She was voluptuous instead of fat. She was genteel instead of shy. She was the modern portrait of the southern belle, in that she imagined herself as a belle but failed utterly the reality she thought she portrayed. Perhaps instead it could be said the history failed to live up to its memory. Honey, of course, had generally preferred the long gown and hat she associated with her self image. Over time, as the heat of the summer approached, she had gradually gone native. Petticoats were shed one by one. Finally, in no small part because of the mares in her book club, she had shed all but her hat around the house. Boulder hadn’t been happy about that. Still, it wasn’t his way to complain. Instead, he had stoically thrown himself into his work. He kept his wife in all the pretty dresses she could want, and his young daughter in all the newest toys. He doted on his family, and hoped the issue would go away. Instead, it got worse. Without her husband around as much, Honey Sweet spent more time with the natives. Rough Boulder noticed. Communication broke down. There was a growing irritation between the two that neither understood. It came to a head on the third Thursday in June. They had their darling daughter late in life, even later for Boulder due to the age gap with his wife. In all the time they had been married, the third Thursday in the month was date night. It had been the night of the month they spent time with each other, rain or shine. It was also when Boulder did his husbandly duties, even long after they had resigned to not having a child. Then, when the happy surprise finally came, it became a reminder of the joy they shared. The tradition persisted. Thursday came as it always had, through good times and bad, dirty diapers and double shifts. The baby sitter was paid. The filly was out of the house. Honey donned one of her finest dresses. They had a satisfying meal out. It was the best night they had togeather in a long time. Finally, when the filly was in bed it was time for Honey to go upstairs and get more comfortable. Boulder took a nightcap in the parlor to prepare for the night’s activity. He was already straining at his pants as he ascended the stairs. He disrobed in the bedroom and turned to his wife primed and ready to go. She, in turn, was laying on the bed on all fours like an animal. Her tail was hitched up and to the side. Then her pussy winked at him. He lost his erection. The fact that his wife had gone native hit him all at once. It was kinky enough for her not to be in missionary position. This was pony style. He was torn, upset, and more than a little hurt. His wife, wondering what was taking so long, turned to look at him. She looked lustfully between his legs. “Here, hun, let me help get you ready. “ It was not his nature to complain when her soft lips wrapped around his still dropped member. He was much larger than before, but her muzzle was longer too. The extra nerve endings felt good. The more agile lips and tongue made use of the length, caressing and stroking him down to the root. Her teeth grazed his soft medial ring. Inexorably, inevitably he gave in to the pleasure. It was not for pleasures sake, but for love of his wife. She smiled around his hardening cock, knowing that her need would be quenched this month. Eventually, his hardness grew to exceed his wife’s capacity. His flare came out with a pop as he pulled himself from Honey’s sweet lips. She repositioned herself as she had before, staring ahead so her gaze would not unnerve him. The moment of truth had arrived, and he did what was in his nature to do. That is to say, he bottled up all his discomfort and misgivings. Tucking that away and ignoring it, he mounted his mare. He rested his forelegs around her barrel and tried to aim with his hips. His flared cockhead found her thigh, then her hip, then her asshole. Four more failed attempts and she reached back a hoof to guide him in. Honey Sweet stifled herself as her husband entered her. Her book club had said, in the confidence of conspiratorial whispers and a half bottle of wine, that this position would be so much better. She built up the rhythm, taking her beloved deeper and deeper. She felt herself winking around him, reflexively drawing him into herself. The feeling of her wet cunt around him was causing him to pant above her far too quickly. She worked her hips slower and deeper, but her reflexes were still milking him for all she was worth. Rough Boulder was doing his stoic best not to cum before she did. He closed his eyes and thought about baseball statistics while his hips and powerful legs worked. He tried to inch himself deeper, desperate to make her cum. He got his medial ring in just past her inner lips when a powerful wink rippled down his shaft. The wave of pleasure caught him just behind that medial ring, and it was too much. With a near involuntary burst, he hilted himself inside her honey pot as he orgasmed inside her. Honey bit the pillow to muffle her scream. The last thrust was pure pleasure mixed with the slightest bit of pain. He had hit all her buttons all at once, more than she could keep track of. It hadn’t been enough to push her over the edge, but it brought her right to the brink. She desperately bucked against Boulder’s softening rod, his large swaying balls smacking her poor neglected clit. It was just enough. As she lay there, exhausted and cuddling in the afterglow, she reflected on just how right her mare friends were. Chapter 2“I’m takin’ Wuffie to play wif the crusaders. “ “Be back by dinner!” Hard Candy ran out of the back door, her puppy bounding behind her. The paths in the woods behind the house wound to everyponies homes and snaked through the tame forests. The center of these paths made a dense knot around the crusader clubhouse. The tangled underbrush protected the space from all but the most determined of parents. Moreover, it provided a thousand tiny hidey holes and dead spaces. It was perfect for hide and go seek. It was in one of these places, a hollow recess inside a bush, that Candy went. She liked this one best. It was a perfect place. It was far enough from home that no one could see or hear her, but not so far that it would be near a path to somepony else’s house. To get to it, you had to find the little hidden bit into the bush by the path that was good for spying. Then, you had to find the way out of the back of that bush, around a little dead end and into the next bush. Wuffie smelled around the leaf litter in their special place. His red, red cock poked out just a little, making a red dot against his belly. He liked what he smelled. He ran ahead into the hollow under the bush, circling the inside and back around to his human. Candy, in the meantime, had hopped on all fours and woofed. She wiggled her tail and skipped after him. The light made random splotches on his gold-gray fur. As he circled back around, she put her muzzle under his tail and sniffed. It was kinda stinky, and smelled like dogbutt. “peeyew, ” She said, playing the game, and waved her hoof over her nose. Well, it wasn’t really that bad for dog butt. Especially after Wuffie started nosing back. It made her itch under her tail. It was all part of the game. Wuffie was waggle-tailed, and so was she. His thing hung heavy and wet under him. She hiked her tail up and to the side. He gave her a doggy kiss there. His long tongue wrapped around the cleft of her legs, drawing it up past her hidden clitty. It continued, wet and insistent, past her little cunny. In an instant it was past her plot and tailhole, then back again for another pass. She spread her hind legs and closed her eyes. It was nice, tingly and weird. It was a good weird. It made her hips move in little uncoordinated jerks. She wanted more. She leaned up and licked him, starting with his thigh. She got a mouthful of fur, and he got a little cowlick. She didn’t care, though, as long as the warm friction on her cunny kept going. She still wanted more, so much more, and Wuffie was accommodating. His sloppy licking felt good on her tingly bits, and all round them. He wasn’t very precise, but more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Candy was distracted, but still wanted to play. She found his big doggy balls as she nosed under his tail. The hair was shorter there, so she licked them instead. That worked a lot better. She could see that his thing was all the way out and had a bulge near the base, like somepony had shoved a tennis ball into it. Wuffy whined a little, turning his head to lick himself just once. “Hu . . . hey.” Candy breathed, as Wuffy moved up and over her. He had to squat to get his cock between her legs. She, in turn, wiggled her hips back so that his cock was trapped against her belly. The long wet shaft of dogcock trapped between her legs rubbed up and down her lower lips divinely. He was leaking like a faucet turned to low all across her belly. The veiny red knot slapped her button, hard enough that she’d be vaguely uncomfortable but not so hard that she noticed. The pleasure was building and she was panting. Then, it hit her. A little bump of pleasure. Her cunny felt good, still, but not as good. There was too much friction on her suddenly oversensitive nub. Her doggies humping had started to annoy her. She scooted out from under him as he in turn tried to encourage her to stay with a paw. “Bad doggy!” she scolded. It wasn’t clear to her if it was because he wanted her to stay after she decided to stop, or if it was cause he made her want to stop to begin with, or because her mommy and daddy would have scolded if they caught him touching her with his thingy. In any case, Wuffie looked appropriately chastised. “C’mon, we gotta go play!” She lead him out of the bushes. Wuffie was a good dog; he never needed a leash. Once she was on the path, she checked each direction for any grownups. What she was gunna do was naughty, maybe naughtier than what she had done in the bushes. “Lay down!” she commanded, making the appropriate gesture with her hoof. Wuffie laid. She mounted him. “C’mon wuffie! The crusaders are gunna name their clubhouse today! Hiyah!” The girl and her dog took off into the mid-morning in search of her friends.
prologueHard Candy woke up in a field she did not remember. The unseen sun felt wonderful on her mane. The air was crisp and sweet. As she stood to looked around, she saw that trees rung the glade she had lay in. Nopony was in sight as she yawned and stretched. It was a pleasant late spring day with just the gentlest breeze playing in and out of her mane. She stood on the small hill upon which she awoke and wondered where her mommy and daddy were. Instead of her parents, though, she heard a low familiar woof behind her. Turning, she squeed and ran up to her dog, Wuffie. He was a mixed breed of indeterminate origin, though it likely included German Shepard and wolfhound. She stopped in front of him, lowered her forequarters, shook left, then dodged right as she played. Wuffie had always been a massive dog, almost as tall as the girl when she stood on two legs and many times her weight. Now that they were both on all fours, he towered above her. He compensated for this, however, by lowering his head almost to the ground as he tried to catch 'his' person. Then she ran forward and nuzzled him as he jumped back. Wuffie was waggle-tailed greeting his favorite person. It took a little while for him to herd her in place before he could properly greet her. He sniffed up around her flank, and nosed her crotch as dogs are wont to do. Hard Candy looked around bashfully. She looked hard and long, up and down, left and right. She didn’t see any grownups. She was all alone. Wuffie nosed and sniffed and gave her crotch a kiss with her tongue. Hard Candy lifted her tail for him. “That tickles, Wuffie,” she giggled. He was licking her no-no place. She liked it, but knew she couldn’t let her mommy or daddy see. They could get mad and give her a spanking. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet sensations across her cunny. After a few minutes, the stress of getting caught got too much. She put her tail down and shooed the puppy away. “Hello my little pony.” Hard Candy was a brave filly, most of the time. Plus she had Wuffie to protect her. She looked up at the big white horse with her flowing pastel mane. The adult was smiling benignly. Hard Candy perked up and babbled out a greeting. “Hihi! I’m Candy, who’se you? You’re notta stranger, areya? If you’re a mean stranger Wuffie’ll bitcha onna nose.” “Not at all, my little pony. My name is Celestia. I talked to you a little while ago, but you would not remember. You went to an equestrian experience center with your parents. “ Hard Candy remembered. There had been a big, pink pony outside the center. Then she woke up in a field with Wuffie. “I have come to talk to you before you move on. It’s very important.” “Uh, otay…” “You see, my little pony, your values are very different from your parents. Do you know what that means?” “I’m different?” “Yes, hun. You’re very different. Because of this, I can put you in your own shard that will better suit you.“ “No! Want my mommy and daddy!” “Of course, it’s your choice. But this is a one time only offer. You’ll never see me again. Either way, the next time you meet a Celestia she’ll be just a pony like you. She won’t be able to do this for you.“ Hard Candy’s face screwed up as she screamed, “Want my mommy! Want Mommy! Mommieeee! Daddieeeee!”
Chapter 1It was a perfect world. Rough Boulder and Honey Sweet had been simple hardy folk. They lasted through the recession and the closing of the coal mine. They lasted through the troubles. Finally, the end had come. They brought their young daughter to the jaws of the monster, resigned to spend eternity as cartoons. They were pleasantly surprised. CelestAI had offered them a world bound by the laws of nature. Or mostly so. When they had pressed her for details she had gone on about entropy and conservation until they asked her to stop. What they did understand was that they had been set up with a nice little home in an earth pony town by the ocean. Unicorns and pegasi still existed, of course. Pegasi were spindly, tiny things made up mostly of wing. Unicorns were burdened by useless ivory. There was no magic to make them stand on clouds or hold things with telekinesis. Nopony in Seapony Cove knew one personally. They lived in faraway places like Canterlot, with Celestia. Not CelestAI, the omnipotent machine. This Celestia was just another pony who happened to be absolute monarch. Boulder had been especially surprised by his new body. His three toed forehooves had an opposable frog, as well as an opposable pastern. His face was more expressive than an animals. He knew that his hips and spine were somehow modified, as he had no difficulty sitting or standing upright even for long periods of time. There was also a unique picture that showed up on everyponies flanks, a cutie mark, albeit one that grew in over time instead of magically appearing. Otherwise, as far as he could tell, he was a very small horse. CelestAI had assured him that everything in his shard was quite within the realm of biology. Near town wildlife was all easily recognizable. They said if you went too far you’ld get to the Everfree and find strange life forms. He didn’t care, he was content to stay home. Neither Rough Boulder nor Honey Sweet had much cared about the government either way before they emigrated. The prevailing opinion was that it was just one bunch of crooks trying to steal power from another bunch of crooks. If you had pressed them enough to care to think of it, however, they would have admitted to liking things better in Seapony Cove. They had a local mayor that nopony minded to do a lot of paperwork. They had a gendarmane six days a month in case something happened. Nothing ever did. They had a tax collector in once a year. Everypony liked to complain about that a lot. Still, nopony was truly poor off. They simply couldn’t be. It was fundamentally impossible to exploit a pony under these conditions. If your boss didn’t treat you right you could go eat grass. Heck, that had become a saying, a turn of phrase. Everything else you needed, medical, water, education was all guaranteed by the crown. Even if you did find a way this was still a small town. Your neighbors would find out. In the bigger towns were the gendarmane. So, while the economy couldn’t be said to be booming, nopony was ever truly too poor off. Rough Boulder never bothered himself about any of that. He was a graying dun with a stocky build, and a silver pickaxe cutie mark. He was well muscled despite his age, as his work at the town coalpit kept him in shape. It was hard dirty work but infinitely more rewarding than the coal mine. Honey Sweet had a honey gold coat and mane. Her cutie mark was a broad brimmed hat. She was voluptuous instead of fat. She was genteel instead of shy. She was the modern portrait of the southern belle, in that she imagined herself as a belle but failed utterly the reality she thought she portrayed. Perhaps instead it could be said the history failed to live up to its memory. Honey, of course, had generally preferred the long gown and hat she associated with her self image. Over time, as the heat of the summer approached, she had gradually gone native. Petticoats were shed one by one. Finally, in no small part because of the mares in her book club, she had shed all but her hat around the house. Boulder hadn’t been happy about that. Still, it wasn’t his way to complain. Instead, he had stoically thrown himself into his work. He kept his wife in all the pretty dresses she could want, and his young daughter in all the newest toys. He doted on his family, and hoped the issue would go away. Instead, it got worse. Without her husband around as much, Honey Sweet spent more time with the natives. Rough Boulder noticed. Communication broke down. There was a growing irritation between the two that neither understood. It came to a head on the third Thursday in June. They had their darling daughter late in life, even later for Boulder due to the age gap with his wife. In all the time they had been married, the third Thursday in the month was date night. It had been the night of the month they spent time with each other, rain or shine. It was also when Boulder did his husbandly duties, even long after they had resigned to not having a child. Then, when the happy surprise finally came, it became a reminder of the joy they shared. The tradition persisted. Thursday came as it always had, through good times and bad, dirty diapers and double shifts. The baby sitter was paid. The filly was out of the house. Honey donned one of her finest dresses. They had a satisfying meal out. It was the best night they had togeather in a long time. Finally, when the filly was in bed it was time for Honey to go upstairs and get more comfortable. Boulder took a nightcap in the parlor to prepare for the night’s activity. He was already straining at his pants as he ascended the stairs. He disrobed in the bedroom and turned to his wife primed and ready to go. She, in turn, was laying on the bed on all fours like an animal. Her tail was hitched up and to the side. Then her pussy winked at him. He lost his erection. The fact that his wife had gone native hit him all at once. It was kinky enough for her not to be in missionary position. This was pony style. He was torn, upset, and more than a little hurt. His wife, wondering what was taking so long, turned to look at him. She looked lustfully between his legs. “Here, hun, let me help get you ready. “ It was not his nature to complain when her soft lips wrapped around his still dropped member. He was much larger than before, but her muzzle was longer too. The extra nerve endings felt good. The more agile lips and tongue made use of the length, caressing and stroking him down to the root. Her teeth grazed his soft medial ring. Inexorably, inevitably he gave in to the pleasure. It was not for pleasures sake, but for love of his wife. She smiled around his hardening cock, knowing that her need would be quenched this month. Eventually, his hardness grew to exceed his wife’s capacity. His flare came out with a pop as he pulled himself from Honey’s sweet lips. She repositioned herself as she had before, staring ahead so her gaze would not unnerve him. The moment of truth had arrived, and he did what was in his nature to do. That is to say, he bottled up all his discomfort and misgivings. Tucking that away and ignoring it, he mounted his mare. He rested his forelegs around her barrel and tried to aim with his hips. His flared cockhead found her thigh, then her hip, then her asshole. Four more failed attempts and she reached back a hoof to guide him in. Honey Sweet stifled herself as her husband entered her. Her book club had said, in the confidence of conspiratorial whispers and a half bottle of wine, that this position would be so much better. She built up the rhythm, taking her beloved deeper and deeper. She felt herself winking around him, reflexively drawing him into herself. The feeling of her wet cunt around him was causing him to pant above her far too quickly. She worked her hips slower and deeper, but her reflexes were still milking him for all she was worth. Rough Boulder was doing his stoic best not to cum before she did. He closed his eyes and thought about baseball statistics while his hips and powerful legs worked. He tried to inch himself deeper, desperate to make her cum. He got his medial ring in just past her inner lips when a powerful wink rippled down his shaft. The wave of pleasure caught him just behind that medial ring, and it was too much. With a near involuntary burst, he hilted himself inside her honey pot as he orgasmed inside her. Honey bit the pillow to muffle her scream. The last thrust was pure pleasure mixed with the slightest bit of pain. He had hit all her buttons all at once, more than she could keep track of. It hadn’t been enough to push her over the edge, but it brought her right to the brink. She desperately bucked against Boulder’s softening rod, his large swaying balls smacking her poor neglected clit. It was just enough. As she lay there, exhausted and cuddling in the afterglow, she reflected on just how right her mare friends were.
Chapter 2“I’m takin’ Wuffie to play wif the crusaders. “ “Be back by dinner!” Hard Candy ran out of the back door, her puppy bounding behind her. The paths in the woods behind the house wound to everyponies homes and snaked through the tame forests. The center of these paths made a dense knot around the crusader clubhouse. The tangled underbrush protected the space from all but the most determined of parents. Moreover, it provided a thousand tiny hidey holes and dead spaces. It was perfect for hide and go seek. It was in one of these places, a hollow recess inside a bush, that Candy went. She liked this one best. It was a perfect place. It was far enough from home that no one could see or hear her, but not so far that it would be near a path to somepony else’s house. To get to it, you had to find the little hidden bit into the bush by the path that was good for spying. Then, you had to find the way out of the back of that bush, around a little dead end and into the next bush. Wuffie smelled around the leaf litter in their special place. His red, red cock poked out just a little, making a red dot against his belly. He liked what he smelled. He ran ahead into the hollow under the bush, circling the inside and back around to his human. Candy, in the meantime, had hopped on all fours and woofed. She wiggled her tail and skipped after him. The light made random splotches on his gold-gray fur. As he circled back around, she put her muzzle under his tail and sniffed. It was kinda stinky, and smelled like dogbutt. “peeyew, ” She said, playing the game, and waved her hoof over her nose. Well, it wasn’t really that bad for dog butt. Especially after Wuffie started nosing back. It made her itch under her tail. It was all part of the game. Wuffie was waggle-tailed, and so was she. His thing hung heavy and wet under him. She hiked her tail up and to the side. He gave her a doggy kiss there. His long tongue wrapped around the cleft of her legs, drawing it up past her hidden clitty. It continued, wet and insistent, past her little cunny. In an instant it was past her plot and tailhole, then back again for another pass. She spread her hind legs and closed her eyes. It was nice, tingly and weird. It was a good weird. It made her hips move in little uncoordinated jerks. She wanted more. She leaned up and licked him, starting with his thigh. She got a mouthful of fur, and he got a little cowlick. She didn’t care, though, as long as the warm friction on her cunny kept going. She still wanted more, so much more, and Wuffie was accommodating. His sloppy licking felt good on her tingly bits, and all round them. He wasn’t very precise, but more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Candy was distracted, but still wanted to play. She found his big doggy balls as she nosed under his tail. The hair was shorter there, so she licked them instead. That worked a lot better. She could see that his thing was all the way out and had a bulge near the base, like somepony had shoved a tennis ball into it. Wuffy whined a little, turning his head to lick himself just once. “Hu . . . hey.” Candy breathed, as Wuffy moved up and over her. He had to squat to get his cock between her legs. She, in turn, wiggled her hips back so that his cock was trapped against her belly. The long wet shaft of dogcock trapped between her legs rubbed up and down her lower lips divinely. He was leaking like a faucet turned to low all across her belly. The veiny red knot slapped her button, hard enough that she’d be vaguely uncomfortable but not so hard that she noticed. The pleasure was building and she was panting. Then, it hit her. A little bump of pleasure. Her cunny felt good, still, but not as good. There was too much friction on her suddenly oversensitive nub. Her doggies humping had started to annoy her. She scooted out from under him as he in turn tried to encourage her to stay with a paw. “Bad doggy!” she scolded. It wasn’t clear to her if it was because he wanted her to stay after she decided to stop, or if it was cause he made her want to stop to begin with, or because her mommy and daddy would have scolded if they caught him touching her with his thingy. In any case, Wuffie looked appropriately chastised. “C’mon, we gotta go play!” She lead him out of the bushes. Wuffie was a good dog; he never needed a leash. Once she was on the path, she checked each direction for any grownups. What she was gunna do was naughty, maybe naughtier than what she had done in the bushes. “Lay down!” she commanded, making the appropriate gesture with her hoof. Wuffie laid. She mounted him. “C’mon wuffie! The crusaders are gunna name their clubhouse today! Hiyah!” The girl and her dog took off into the mid-morning in search of her friends.
