Author's Note

[Explicit] [F/f] [Public Masturbation]
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By Flutterpony

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[NSFW] Water by Flutterpony

The most advanced unicorns trained years to learn it and decades to master it. A rare few were born with natural talent which, when honed, enabled them to become quite adept at it. Sea Swirl had started out with such a gift, and it was one of the reasons she was able to work with dolphins so well. Water magic was very useful to those who found themselves often surrounded by it, after all. A simple bubble-head enchantment would give her the breath capacity of an adult dolphin. A more advanced spell to change the density of surrounding water allowed the pastel purple and blue unicorn to float and sink quickly, but there was so much more a mare could do.

It was a neat trick to use on herself, but Sea Swirl liked it best when there was a connection with somepony else. Fillies and colts were so cute, so reactive, and they usually didn’t think to find out who was causing them to tingle. An older colt would find himself getting hard and try to hide his shame in a more secluded part of the public pool. In those cases, it was only fair, the mare thought, that she give him a happy ending for his trouble. Littler colts were usually unashamed and more likely to give a good show, becoming energetic and giggly, then, suddenly, still and curious. From there, some consulted with friends or a family member, ending the fun, but others, she found, preferred experimenting, would poke at themselves, squeeze, and rub, befuddled until, with a little more help from Swirl’s horn, the colt was soon ecstatic with the results.

Fillies were much less complicated thanks to the lack of an exterior appendage and, consequently, her most common target. All there was to worry about was whether a filly seemed to enjoy it or not unless she got too noisy. When she really concentrated, Swirl could control a veritable orgy of unsuspecting foals. This was best done next to the kiddy pool while she pretended to read telekinetically. Usually, though, she preferred just one or two foals. Any more and she’d not be able to take care of her own wants simultaneously. Doing herself alone afterward wasn't nearly as exciting most of the time.

Swirl sat in a puddle at the edge of the pool left by the water that had trickled off of her after a brief dip. Her wet coat and mane caught a warm breeze that felt pleasantly cool under the hot sun. The pavement on which she sat while soaking her back hooves heated the puddle and might have toasted her her rump and tail if not for the water and her coat’s insulation. The mare propped her chin up with her front leg on top of her inflatable dolphin, conveniently situated across her lap to hide what was happening. While she levitated her copy of The Little Mermare in front of her, between her back legs, Sea Swirl’s magic worked gently, playing with her opening and gently caressing her clitoris. She sighed, relaxed, while looking over the top of her novel for a suitable partner.

From across the pool, a multihued, magenta unicorn filly caught Sea Swirl’s eye. Her pretty green eyes and bright laugh brought a smile to the mare’s heart and made her pupils dilate slightly. As her imagination began to rob her focus, Swirl delivered a last, calming, self-satisfying squeeze to her nub beneath the blow-up dolphin, then stopped to better focus. This one, she hoped, she wouldn’t let get away. When she fondled herself too much, too early, Swirl had learned, she tended to get overeager and risked startling the foal, or else she might become lost in the moment, forget to keep the foal interested, or worse, tease and frustrate him or her so that the filly or colt would leave the water to go down the water slide instead, or swim away before Swirl could finish the little one off. Though unknown to the young ponies she pleasured, Swirl was never more satisfied than when she spied them climaxing about the same time she did. It wasn’t always easy, but it was worth the added patience.

Swirl started with a few gentle, well aimed currents, the shimmer of her magic easily concealed beneath the turbulent water’s sparkling, sunlit surface. The beauty of water magic, she appreciated, was that she didn’t have to affect the filly with magic directly as long as the foal stayed in the water. Plenty of unicorns used telekinesis to rub one out, of course, but most telekinesis was easy to recognize if a pony had ever felt its direct contact previously. Pockets of magical energy pumping streams from a distance made it easier to go undetected during the phase Swirl liked to think of as the “lure.” In case the filly suspected something or there were anypony skilled enough to scry beneath the surface of the water, they’d still need a very keen eye and an understanding of water magic to know what was happening. Most importantly, when used at close range, water offered possibilities that direct telekinesis alone lacked.

After so much pearl polishing, the squeeze and stroke of a filly’s own magic was still nice, but got old. Some unicorns, not quite as skilled with their horns, might leave themselves embarrassingly raw where they’d lost sensitivity to their own aura and gotten a bit rough to compensate. Sea Swirl figured this must be why many mares in Canterlot and Manehattan wore clothing so often, to draw attention away from their genitals. All that big city stress had to get worked out somehow, after all. (Meanwhile, little, laid back towns like Ponyville only occasioned saddles and the like at special events.) Water was stimulating without ever being coarse or rough, could be heated or cooled to suit a filly’s needs, and an adept unicorn could make it as precise and reach as deeply as her own telekinesis.

Ruby Pinch was only vaguely aware of the fact that she’d begun to drift to a different part of the pool. A pale purple mare with blue mane and a dolphin toy smiled warmly at her from behind a book, and the little filly smiled back before dunking her head beneath the water to perform a weightless somersault. The filly’s rump and tail peaked out of the water for just a moment, and, as the filly righted herself, her bottom reentering the water, Sea Swirl seized the opportunity to direct a turbulent stream along the course of the filly’s crotch. Something felt strange to Ruby suddenly, and she looked around only to see nothing near her in the pool and dismiss it as no more than the movement of the water during her little stunt.

Meanwhile, Ruby continued to drift more and more toward the deep end. Though she could swim well enough, she normally avoided very deep water since she tired out quickly, continually kicking to stay afloat. At the moment, it seemed to Ruby, she must be getting very good at swimming. Despite being well away from the shallow end, she felt more buoyant than usual, almost lifted by the water. Like this, she could play and do tricks she’d never managed while she had to worry about the bottom of the pool beneath her hooves or while she’d started to run short of breath in the deep end.

She tried the somersault once again, and, again, the water seemed to brush between her legs, beneath her tail. Her filly part tingled and a pleasant sensation traveled up her spine. Wanting to feel it again, she flipped once more. This time, the water seemed to caress her more firmly, not only between her back legs, but around her small horn. Even after she’d flipped right-side up, the water seemed to pulse a few more seconds against her special part, causing the filly to sigh a little. The rush of blood from her head and the sensation in her body made her lightheaded, and she sank a little in the water as her limbs lost movement before she remembered to keep paddling.

It was remarkable, the foal noted, that, somehow, she still didn’t sink all the way. At this rate, maybe, she thought, she could inflate her lungs a little and float for a bit, just until her head cleared and she felt normal again--for lack of a better word. It wasn’t that she disliked it. She wasn’t sure what to think about it, really.

As the little filly pondered, she probed curiously with the length of her tail at the affected area. With her feathery caress suddenly came hundreds of tiny bubbles. They must have been hanging on to the strands, or so she thought, but, as they tickled across her private part, there seemed to be an awful lot of them. It didn’t make sense. What was stranger, thought Ruby absently, was that she didn’t care that something was off. Instead, she sighed again, relaxed, until, gradually, the bubbles slowed to a stop.

Maybe… she wondered and lifted her tail back to the surface where she floated. She whipped it heavily out of the water, revealing herself to a certain spectator, then whipped it back and repeated the motion, splashing the wetted hair about before lowering it beneath the water again and letting a thousand playful bubbles rise magically beneath her, around her swelling pink pearl, and rise along her small, puffy clam. With the movement of her tail, this time she seemed to have created another small current--one that ran pleasingly along her young smooth labia. How it caressed her so perfectly didn’t make much sense to the filly, but, rather than question, she twitched her tail again to try and reproduce the effect. A few attempts later, and she seemed to have the hang of it.

The need to kick or keep her lungs full in order to stay afloat, forgotten, Ruby began to breathe heavily, supported by the skilled mare. Though Ruby’s tail twitched clumsily, somehow, tiny pulses ran in perfect rhythm against her fillyhood. One pulse surprised her, parting her pink sea and entering her--almost sliding into her, if it were possible. At first, disconcerted, Ruby stopped everything. She tried clenching her private and shaking her behind, but the water stayed inside. As she struggled and prodded with her tail, turbulence focused around her sensitive virgin nub and made her lose focus. When she stopped moving, Ruby felt a little water still inside, though not as noticeable. It seemed okay, now, having reached the same temperature as her body and the pressure it created against her tiny walls having eased. She eyed the shallow end and considered leaving the pool, worried that something could be wrong with her, but, as a few more bubbles ran lightly along her aroused lips and clung gently to her dock and anus, the filly tensed and shivered, distracted once again.

Splashing her tail once more, Ruby signaled with a puckered tail-hole and a subtly gaping pussy that she wanted more bubbles. Sea Swirl obliged, and, this time, as Ruby continued to twitch her tail and run the strands across her puny puni, the adult unicorn sent finely controlled eddies across the little pony’s pink lips and swirling lovingly around her swollen clitoris. Sea Swirl was relieved to hear the filly let out an uncontrolled moan. Finally, she recommenced her own magical self-stimulation. It wouldn’t be long now until they both reached their finish. Already high--watching surreptitiously while the adorable filly panted, squirmed, and vocalized her pleasure--Sea Swirl’s arousal began to crest.

Ruby tried twitching her tail faster. It seemed to take a moment longer than she expected, but the swirling about her privates intensified. The pressure within her tiny vagina seemed to build against her pubic bone, and she gasped. It was warmer than she expected inside of her, as if the water were heated. Somehow, it felt right. Ruby shuddered, tensed, and panted, until, suddenly, her tail spasmed. Her fillyhood and anus contracted together in rhythm, and she lost all control. Though her tail stopped, the magic water massaging her little filly cunt mercifully persisted, fueling the new electric sensation that coursed through her, pushing her to hold her breath and dunk her head before screaming to keep from drawing the attention of other ponies at the pool.

Sea Swirl ground her own clit magically and shot smooth hot tendrils up either of her back orifices from the puddle beneath her--a mixture of her own arousal and pool water--to drive herself over the edge before pushing more water into the foal’s little hole. Ruby felt herself filled hotly between her small back legs and would have abruptly inhaled water, despite raising her head a little, if not for the aid of Sea Swirl’s well timed breathing bubble. Ruby’s eyes clenched, and the filly didn’t notice the air shield, but Swirl was instantly nervous that somepony else might have. She gathered enough focus to shoot furtive glances left and right. Nopony seemed to be troubled, but it was hard to ride an orgasm and be sure at the same time. No matter, thought Sea Swirl. The sheer thrill of the risk that she might get caught in public only made it better!

Having drawn a new breath, Ruby Pinch shut her mouth again and lowered her head. Sea Swirl barely managed to release the bubble in time to muffle the filly’s next loud moan beneath the water’s surface. Fortunately, the filly didn’t come back again for breath, but let the water inside and outside massage her most intimate parts while her first orgasm literally washed over her. Wave after breathless wave of pleasure gradually slowed before she raised her head again from the water to gasp and pant tiredly. Sea Swirl rode out the remainder of her orgasm behind her book with uneven breath and unfocused eyes, leaving the little filly to do the same, afloat in the nearby pocket of dense water that she’d magically manipulated.

Slowly releasing the spell inside of Ruby, water and filly juice trickled out of her virgin hole. All magical motion in the water between the filly’s stifles slowed and stopped, and, as Ruby’s breathing approached its normal rate, Swirl let the filly sink a little until she swam again without help. Squeezing her back legs together, Sea Swirl felt herself slick. Setting aside her novel, she let herself slide into the pool to cool off. No difference shown between her cum and the pool-water puddle, but, for the scent, she decided to discreetly rinse the area.

From the corner of her eye, Sea Swirl watched the filly paddle back to the shallow end and a stallion--probably her father--greet her. “Pinchy, you look winded. You get lost in the deep end?” The filly nodded wordlessly, but kept what had happened to herself. Back from where she’d just swum, Ruby Pinch spotted a floating dolphin and its owner. The two locked eyes, and the mare smiled at her again. Maybe, thought Ruby--in an especially good mood--she’d try and make a new friend today.