My Little Pony Discoveries

“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.