Initiation

You were back in Ponyville. The first part of your day, to say at the very least, seemed to pass in a fugue state. You looked around at the quaint little town. You saw Sugar Cube Corner, town square, and even the old grade school you used to attend. However, the shining crystal castle where the old library used to be was new. But perhaps the strangest part of the day was that, after you woke up in bed, you didn't remember how you got to Ponyville, or even as to why you were here. All you remembered currently was that you wanted to leave immediately, that coming here was a mistake. Your heart was beating somewhere in the region of your throat and your mouth felt particularly dry. But at that moment, Souffle gave a firm tug at your hoof.

"C'mon! It'll be fun!" said Souffle, "I'm sure your parents won't mind me!"

Oh. That was right. It was another weekend and you came back to your hometown to visit your parents and introduce them to Souffle. As you made your way through Ponyville, you couldn't help but think. It wasn't that you were ashamed of Souffle. Heck, you felt like the luckiest stallion in the world. You've been dating for the whole month you were stationed at the Canterlot palace and you couldn't be happier. No, you were more worried about your parents embarrassing you or worse, Souffle talking about your diverse love life.

"Maybe," you started to say, "Maybe we can schedule this another time!"

"What?" replied Souffle, "I wanna meet your folks!"

"How about-"

"Come on."

"No, what about-"

"Nope."

"How about we-"

"Is this their place?"

You blinked. Following Souffle, you failed to register that the two of you had arrived at your parents' place. Looking at the house, you were hit with a sudden pang of nostalgia. The house was neither too new nor too dilapidated. The front yard had dad's patch of well kept carnations, the windows were still squeaky clean, and your Chester's (your old canine friend) doghouse was in the corner of the front yard.

"Yep!" chimed Souffle as she pushed you towards the front door, "Looks like the place!"

As you sat at the front porch and as Souffle rapped at the door, you felt a certain acceptance of your fate. There was a muffled "Coming!" and an old bark as a silhouette of your mother grew larger in the front door window. The door swung open wide to reveal your mother. She had a kind and tender face. Her age had definitely caught up to her, but she still looked spry and able to take care of herself. You had inherited her coat color and eyes, which had faded a bit on your mother. Next to her was your old dog Chester the Jack Russel terrier. He had gotten a bit plump over the years and his skin looked like it was two sizes too big for him.

"Honey!" she cried, "So nice of you to drop by!"

Your mother noticed Souffle who was smiling sheepishly next to you and gasped as Chester sniffed at Souffle's hooves.

"Oh!" said your mother, "And you brought a guest! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I uh," you said scratching Chester behind the ears, "forgot to mention it, mom."

"Well, come in!" said mom, "Make yourselves at home and I'll get some refreshments out."

As she lead you and Souffle down the hall and to the kitchen, you saw Souffle gawk at your childhood pictures on the wall. There was one of you in a crib, one of you winning third place at your first spelling bee, and one of you in a graduation gown and braces. There was even one of you next to a large Hearth Warming Eve present with a puppy Chester sticking out of it. Souffle giggled at each one and smiled at you. You felt some heat rise in your cheeks, but you couldn't help but laugh with her.

"Dear," said your mom as she entered the kitchen, "We have guests!"

Sitting at the kitchen table was your old man. He had the look of a stallion who was once very well built but then had quickly aged. Your mane and physique strongly resembled your father's. He was working on a large bouquet that took up most of the kitchen table.

"Hey son!" he said, "Glad you could drop by."

He took a long look at Souffle, who waved nervously at him.

"And who is this pretty lady?" asked your father, "Aren't you a bit young to be dating?"

"Dad.." you mumbled.

Souffle giggled and you sighed as the both of you took seats across the table. Souffle shot you a reassuring glance as your mother put down a tray of biscuits and milk tea down at the table. Your dad was giving you a wink and your mother giggled as you felt the inevitable dread of embarrassment. But, all things considered, it felt good to visit home again.

"So," said your mother as she sat down next to your father, "How's work?"

"Uh," you stammered, "Great."

Even though your mother had the exact same job as you did, you were hell bent on never bringing up initiation.

"That's good to hear," said your father, "It'll keep you on your toes."

"That's for sure," said Souffle. You made a choking noise.

"So," said your mother, "Are you one of our son's little friends? I'm glad to see that he's not being too antisocial."

"Mooom," you grumbled. Souffle only giggled.

"Oh, we're a bit more than friends," said Souffle. She nudged your shoulder.

"Mom. Dad," you said, "This is Souffle. My girlfriend."

You mother gasped and you father slapped his knee.

"Ooh!" squealed your mother, "Girlfriend! Dear, our son has a girlfriend!"

"Atta boy!"

"Mom.. Dad..."

"He had better be treating you well," said your father, "If you know what I mean!"

You spat out some of your tea and Souffle blushed.

"I hope you're ready to take care of him," said your mother, "He used to be such a hoof-full!"

"Oh my gosh..." you groaned as you buried your face in your hooves.

Souffle merely laughed with your parents.

"Oh, don't worry," said Souffle leaning on you, "I'm more than a hoof-full for him."

You parents again burst into laughter. If anything, they seemed to love Souffle.

"Oh, now don't you start," you said to Souffle, your spirits rising a bit at her touch.

After the initial wave of embarrassment, the afternoon went by without a hitch. Souffle and your parents got along very well. Your parents told her about how they met at Canterlot, about how they got married, and about how they now lived off of retirement and your father's flower shop. After a while, the subject of your childhood came up and, to your horror, the family photo album came out. Your mother showed off all of your baby pictures ("Oh, he was such a cry baby when he was little!" "Mom!") and pictures of your younger years. Everything seemed to be going well, everything from your parents' and Souffle's enjoyment to Chester slowly drooling onto your lap. Slowly but surely, you grew happy that you got to bring Souffle over to your parents' place. But after what seemed like a long afternoon of chatting and joking, it was time for you and Souffle to catch the train back to Canterlot. With three generous helpings of cookies in your stomachs, you decided to depart.

"Come back soon, you hear?" called you mother from the door way, "Come back whenever you like! That includes you, missy!"

Souffle turned and waved back at your parents.

"Will do!" she called back, "Thanks again for the cookies and tea recipe!"

"Good luck at work, son!" said your father. You smiled back at him reassuringly.

At the train station, there was a lot of commotion as per usual. Ponies dashed left and right trying to make their last minute train departures, foals cried as their parents waited patiently for their tickets, and other ponies sat at the benches waiting for their own rides to arrive. You and Souffle were right on time in getting to your departing train. As you turned in your tickets and made your way to some empty seats, the train began to move. The ponies on the train were too absorbed in their own personal lives to pay anyone else any attention, whether that was reading the paper or keeping rowdy foals in check. You and Souffle found two seats together near the back of you train car. As the train obtained full speed, Souffle pulled out the packet of cookies your mother had given you.

"What?" said Souffle, her muzzle full, "These are really good."

"Duh," you said smiling. You reached over and helped yourself a cookie.

"I'm glad this isn't a very long train ride though," said Souffle wiping her mouth, "I need a nap before I get back to work."

"A nap does sound nice," you replied.

"You know," said Souffle suddenly, "I can see how you mom did so well in taking care of the princesses."

"Really?"

"Yeah," said Souffle, "I mean, she took really good care of you."

You couldn't help but smile at this compliment to your mother. You made a mental note to mention it in your next letter home.

"Do you ever think," started Souffle again, "how your own mom had the same job as you did? Doing the same things?"

You shuddered and cringed. Your mother in your position was a mental image you adamantly kept out of your head.

"I try to not think about that..." you mumbled as Souffle giggled jokingly at your dismay.

Souffle chewed on another cookie and swallowed, smacking her lips and coughing a bit.

"You alright?" you asked.

"I'm fine," said Souffle, "Just a bit thirsty."

"Well," you started to say, "I think you can get some water here somewhe-"

But you trailed off as your gaze fell upon Souffle. She seemed to be staring off into space, her gaze slightly unfocused.

"Souffle?" you said, waving your hoof in front of her, "Hello?"

Souffle blinked and a smile grew on her face.

"Follow me," whispered Souffle as she grabbed your hoof.

"Wait wh-"

Souffle dragged you from your seat and pulled you towards the very back of the car. Only offering a little resistance, you saw that she was heading towards the small, single bathroom at the end of the car.

"Whoa, hey!" you whispered, "What are you doing? We can't go in there together! That's for one pony at a time and what if other ponies see wh-"

"Does it look like anyone cares?" Souffle whispered back, her grin still firmly on her face.

You glanced around behind you. Ponies indeed seemed to be in-cased in each of their own little worlds. A few elderly ponies were fast asleep in their seats, ponies were reading various magazines and papers, a young colt was playing a hoof-held video game next to his mother, and a few parents were talking as their children watched the scenery outside pass by. In your momentary halt in resistance, Souffle gave your forehoof a hard yank and pulled you into the bathroom. She dragged you onto the toilet in a sitting position as she locked the door behind you. The bathroom was very cramped, especially now that it currently held two bodies. It was a very small bathroom with a single toilet, a single sink, and not much more room than to do your usual loo-related business. After Souffle made sure that the two of you wouldn't be interrupted, she turned to you, gazing with her usual bedroom eyes and devilish grin. Before you could say anything, she threw herself onto you and planted a deep kiss onto your lips. You kissed back without thinking and she broke off.

"What are-" you began to say. Souffle put a hoof to your mouth, shutting you up.

"I'm thirsty," she whispered, "and I want to reward you for taking me to meet your folks."

Souffle started kissing you neck. You felt a shudder ripple down your spine as Souffle left a small hickey. You watched in anticipation as Souffle made her way south. She first peppered your chest, then your stomach, and then your groin with small kisses. As small as they were, each kiss sent a pleasant shock throughout your body. Souffle came eye to eye with your colt-hood and you could see that there was anticipation even in her own eyes. Souffle drew slowly closer, stuck out her tongue, and slid it into the entrance of your sheath. If there was one thing you had learned in the time you two were together, it was that Souffle knew exactly how to use her tongue. The muscles in your thighs and butt tensed as Souffle swirled her tongue around in your sheath. It brushed lightly around the tip of your cock, which was quickly filling up with blood. As you squirmed in muffled delight, you saw Souffle look up at you. God, those eyes and her face were cute. Souffle didn't let up. She kept her lips stuck to your groin as if they were glued there. You started to become erect. As your cock grew in size, it pushed Souffle's tongue aside as it slid into her open mouth. Regardless of where her tongue was, Souffle made sure it still circled the tip of your penis.

Souffle closed her eyes in concentration. As your dick became more erect, it started to fill her mouth. You could feel it slip through her lips, across her tongue, and move towards the back of her throat. You watched in amazement as Souffle had her nose pressed against your groin, your rock hard erection now visibly bulging in her throat. Every sensation seemed to be magnified. Souffle made a swallowing motion that pulsed across your cock. She moaned, which sent vibrations down to your ball sack. Your hips twitched from the stimulation, causing Souffle to look up again at you, a grin curving around your shaft. Souffle then pulled back her head. You had to watch as your cock, now glistening with saliva, slip out of her muzzle. It slipped out of her mouth with a gentle pop. Souffle let it rest against her face before she gave it another broad lick and took it back into her mouth.

Souffle began to move her head up and down. You put one of your forehooves on her head, further encouraging her. As Souffle continued to blow you hungrily, you could already feel yourself getting close to climax. Not wanting to finish too early, you tried to stop Souffle. However, even as you tried to gently push her off, Souffle merely knocked your hoof aside. With both of her hooves, she grabbed your thigh with no intention of letting go. You felt your legs give an involuntary kick as she latched on. You groaned as Souffle continued to suck and slurp loudly at your dick. Luckily, the train was loud enough to block it out. She started bobbing her head even faster, knowing how close you were to ejaculation. Using your elbows, you propped yourself on top of the toilet. Your balls began to feel tight. As you came closer and closer to climax, your breathing became panting. Souffle took notice to this. She sucked in your cock one last time to the base. You were about to cum at any moment. Souffle let your dick pop out of her mouth and started gliding her hooves up and down along your shaft. As she stared up at you, Souffle opened her mouth, your dick pointing directly at it. You got the idea. Souffle hung her mouth open, her tongue hanging out of it. She jerked you of faster and faster, her saliva acting as a lubricant. Pre-cum was dribbling from the tip of your cock as you neared climax.

You closed your eyes in concentration as the sensation of ejaculation grew. You were at your limit. As, Souffle gave your dick three more hard strokes, her mouth still wide open in anticipation for your seed, you came. As you hit climax, you arched your back, cum shooting from your dick. Thick ropes of your sticky cum shot directly into Souffle's mouth. Your shaft quivered as each pulse sent your hot seed into Souffle's open mouth and face. As you slumped back onto the toilet, you saw Souffle smiling, apparently savoring the taste of your cum. She sighed and swallowed, cum dripping form her lips and from the bridge of her muzzle. Some even got onto her mane. She took your cock into her mouth again, sucked out what was left in your dick, and swallowed again. You just sat on the toilet seat and watched her as your dick slowly became flaccid, retreating back into your sheath.

"Yum," sighed Souffle faintly as she licked her lips.

"Thank you.." you groaned, a stupid but content smile on your face.

"Thank you," said Souffle with a small giggle.

Souffle then made a hassle in getting cleaned up. She washed quickly at the small sink as you wiped up yourself and the bathroom with toilet paper. Souffle told you to wait a few seconds after she had left the bathroom before coming out so the two of you wouldn't attract any attention. Souffle left the bathroom quickly. After you waited a while and before you left, you looked around the bathroom to make sure you didn't miss anything. You nonchalantly left the bathroom stall, closed the door, and made your way to your seat next to Souffle. She leaned against you as the train made the rest of it's way to Canterlot. But just then, a young colt got up from his seat at the front of the car. He made his way back towards the bathroom. As he passed, he caught your eye. Even though you knew that you cleaned the bathroom thoroughly, you gave him a nervous grin. He smiled innocently back at you but gave Souffle a inquisitive look.

"Uh," said Souffle, "Hi?"

"You know," said the young colt bluntly, "You have some frosting on your cheek, lady."

Without a second word, the colt trotted away and into the bathroom. Souffle, a brilliant blush spreading across her face, was frozen in her seat. Also without a word, and with a suppressed fit of laughter, you wiped the 'frosting' off of Souffle's cheek with a napkin. The two of you didn't say anything for the rest of the trip.