Valentine

Today had been the day of sewing courses; every mare from a good family had to perfectly master this art, otherwise they would be taken for ungentle and inconsiderate mares. They spent hours learning to sew running stitches and cross stitches, and sticking needles into their hooves, flooded by the criticism and recriminations of the foul-mouthed old nag who took care of those lessons. Those hours could bore even the sharpest of minds, so when the bell rang to end the school day, Valentine headed hastily towards the bathroom, hurried to relax and to momentarily leave those two days behind her.

The boarding school had a vast collective shower with a white-tiled floor and was neatly kept, worthy of the prestigious establishment that was Pretty Clouds boarding school; however, ten showers weren't enough for the twenty-five fillies who lived there, especially at rush hours. At those times, the place generally became a tight and noisy meeting place where the last rumours about a resident and random mockeries about the Governess flowed; all of which was often punctuated with improper fondlings and the slamming of a wet towel on a lost croup. But at the time Valentine went in, there was no one, which caused her to sigh in relief, thinking she could finally be at peace.

She turned the faucet on, letting the burning hot water jet turning her white mane and her tail into a pack of wet hair that trailed on the ground. The bruises from the day before were almost healed up already; she barely felt them now. Valentine used her unicorn magic to rub a soap bar on her back, then on her long and thin white legs; she started to wash her belly, then naturally started to go down to her thighs. When the soap got between the two soft protuberances of her lower abdomen, Valentine shivered and she thought about the stallion that got her heart. She wanted to pull herself together, but she was already constrained by a guilty desire; the comings and goings of the soap between her udders got quicker, which made her frail tits hard; Valentine panted now. "Oh, Casaneighva...", she squealed, before stopping right in her tracks.

"Go on, don't stop", gently ordered the blue filly who had just appeared in the collective showers' entrance along with her two inseparable acolytes. "You're so cute when you're in such a state."

A wet sound was heard. The sound of a soap bar falling on the floor. "What are you... doing here, Whistle Wishes?", bitterly asked Valentine, who was ashamed because she had been caught in the act.

"Me?", she replied, taken aback. "Why, I'm here to shower of course. This bathroom is public, isn't it ?"

Ill at ease, Valentine didn't answer back; she had just remembered why she always came in this place only when it was crowded. It was to avoid being caught in such a ridiculous way.

"You know", Whistle Wished went on while approaching her victim, walking in a way that made her hips draw eights in the air, "everyone is talking about your Casaneighva, but nobody has ever seen him. It is very selfish of you, Valentine. And selfishness is usually highly frowned upon in boarding schools."

"...He is mine...", Valentine replied, trying to control her voice; it wasn't an easy task, for she was sure her rival was plotting something : she had left one of her buddies at the entrance as herself and the remaining filly were now in front of her. "Do you want one too? Well go get one yourselves!", ended Valentine.

"Such violence in your speech."

Whistle Wishes's voice came from behind her.

"All I'm asking for is some tenderness, some affection from a male... All those years I've passed in this prison have fanned the flame of my desire... and hearing you talking about your love affair, your romantic relationship... turns me on."

Valentine shrieked when two front legs enclosed her hips by surprise; the filly who accompanied her molester immediately warned Valentine : "Stay still! If you make any noise, we will tell the Governess something about you... and you know she will believe us, she's got an eye on you."

"Oh, by Carnation... how I'd love to be a stallion!", Whistle Wishes exclaimed. She was now making violent in and out movements with her hips, mimicking a sexual act on her tetanised victim with a passion she could not have been faking. "Now tell me, Valentine..."

Deaf to her aggressor's voice, Valentine was giving quick frightened glances at the entrance, under the cold stare of the filly who was standing guard. She prayed that someone would come in and put an end to this humiliation. When she saw the soap bar flying in the air, carried by a shiny halo, she got panicked and started to struggle, uselessly begging Whistle Wishes to stop. The latter reminded Valentine she was in a dominating position by violently pulling her victim's hips towards her. "... Is your dear Casaneighva as big as... THAT?"

Valentine yelped when something long, smooth, cold and hard brutally penetrated her; at that moment, the filly who was still at the entrance tried to catch her molester's attention. "Wishes, someone's coming!"

"Crap!", the aggressor blast out. The three fillies immediately ran away. The bathroom had emptied in one second, but Valentine remained there, her legs shivering, a sharp pain between her kidneys.

"Valentine, are you... are you okay?", asked her friend Misty who had just come in, a towel hanging on her back.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay. I'll be going now."

The white unicorn took the newcomer's towel to quickly dry herself up and went out of the room with a unsure footing as she threw the bath towel back on Misty's spine. The latter watched her leave without understanding a single thing of what was going on.

While going out the bathroom, Valentine walked past a window. She was thinking more about the irritation on her frail vaginal mucosa than about the beautiful winter night that spread her dark coat upon the inner garden. However, she thought she had seen something from the corner of her eye, so she came back on her steps; she carefully watched through the window and she saw him. How had he managed to get in there? Valentine didn't know and didn't care about that; he was the thing she desired the most in such a terrible day. She smiled and waved to him. He waved back.

"Valentine, what are you...", said the Governess' voice; Valentine let out a yelp and quickly got away from the window, caught in the act.

The Governess understood straight away and rushed to the window, pushing the young filly. She carefully peered into the darkness.

There was nothing outside but snowflakes, flying along with the wind until they died on the immaculated snow blanket.

"What in...", started the old mare while turning back towards the place where Valentine stood a few seconds before.

Of course, the filly had taken this chance to run away.