Anon filly

You wake up with your body placed on the velvety bed and your head resting on the soft pillow. Feeling groggy and not wanting to get up, you duck your head more deeply into the pillow, rubbing your muzzle over its silky texture. As you're doing so, a sudden quiet laugh comes behind you. You lift your head up and see no pillow before your eyes. Instead, there is a purple fuzzy belly lying under you. Looking back, you see your groin resting on Twilight's muzzle and your body encircled by her forelegs. Snoring lightly, Twilight hugs you just like a baby would hug her most beloved doll.

Not wanting to wake Twilight, you wriggle carefully out of her embrace and slide off the bed. As you wade your way through the heaps of books, you feel the pain coming from your haunches. Last night's memories hit you at once, bringing up all filthy things Twilight did to you to the surface of your mind.

I hope that nobody ever finds out about that. Especially the part about me almost enjoying it. No, how can a sane man actually enjoy it? It's linked to the hormones of this body. Yeah, something connected with puberty for sure. You let out a nervous giggle, rubbing your sore crotch.

You head toward the kitchen, wanting for a glass of water. As you enter it, you see the familiar dragon hustle over the stove, cooking breakfast.

"Good morning!" Spike cries out to you, breaking an egg and putting it in the frying pan. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

"Yeah... I passed out pretty quick. Twilight knows how to put somebody to sleep..."

"It's true. When we lived in Canterlot, she always read me a fairy tale if I couldn't sleep. By the time she had finished it, I was asleep already. What did she read to you?"

"Mm," you giggle nervously, "Snow White?" You blurt out the first fairy tale that came to your mind.

Spike stares at you curiously. "I've never heard of this one. Maybe one day I'll ask Twilight to read it to me."

"No! I mean, you know, it's about filly stuff. Romance, colts, clothes... You wouldn't like it."

Spike winces in disgust. "Thanks for the heads up."

You come up to the cupboard to get a mug in which you can pour some water. Looking over it, you can't find any cup with handle that you can bear in your mouth. There are only crystal glass tumblers placed on the bottom shelf, crystal plates on the second shelf and some other glassware above it that you can't see due to your height.

"Spike, could you get me some water? I don't think I can handle a tumbler without breaking it into pieces," you say, sighing because of your disability.

"Yeah, of course." Spike runs to the cupboard with the kettle in his hand. "Maybe it's not my business, but what's wrong with your hooves? Why can't you manage them?"

"I don't think there is something wrong. It's just... I don't know how to use them properly."

"Oh," Spike says with sadness in his voices. "It happens sometimes when a pony suffers a bad accident. I'm sorry that I laughed at you when Twilight spoonfed you yesterday. I really didn't know."

"Skip it. Just don't remind me about that anymore."

"Why don't you ask Twilight to teach you to use your hooves with the basics? She will be glad to help you."

"I have no doubt," you pause. "But maybe I really should. I think I got stuck here for a long time."

"Stuck here? What do you mean?" Spike says confusedly.

Contradictory thoughts run through your mind. Twilight made it clear that she didn't want you to say anything about the world you are from. But what about Spike? Can he help you? He is a decent guy and it seems he can take care of someone who's in trouble. But can you trust him? It seems that he respects and admires Twilight. No, in fact, he actually praises her like a familiar would praise his master wizard. There should be some kind of bonds between them.

"It's nothing," you say stoically, "I just meant that I'm glad I live now with you and Twilight."

"And what are you talking about?" Twilight breaks in, letting out a yawn and tottering into the kitchen.

"Just discussing how lucky we are to have you to live with us," Spike says, smiling.

"Oh, so sweet. Spike, would you please bring me 'The Culture of Saddle Arabia. Volume 3' from the library. I want some morning reading."

"In a jiffy!" Spike says, running out of the kitchen.

As he disappeared, Twilight comes up to you, speaking softly. "Why do you make me suffer? Is this how you repay my hospitality?"

Your forehead creased with confusion. "I don't understand. I didn't do anything wrong," you try to excuse yourself.

"You take away something that belongs to me when I was asleep. Something without what I can't sleep peacefully. Something that soothing my mind when bad dreams come."

"I really didn't touch anything. I just left the room and..." you trail off, remembering the scene in which your crotch lay on the Twilight's muzzle. "Oh, you mean that thing?" You try to feign a smile.

"I know it's a difficult time for you now. But don't disappoint me anymore. Please be more sensible next time." Twilight lifts up her hoof and ruffles your mane. "Can I depend on you?" She says, smiling.

"Yes," you mumble under your breath.

"I will count on you then," Twilight says, heading toward the cupboard. "Would you like some milk with cornflakes while Spike's making breakfast?"

You sit at the table and swallow flakes that Twilight put in your mouth with the magically levitating spoon, as Spike returns with the book in his claws.

"Here's your book," he says, handing it to Twilight.

"Thank you, Spike," Twilight says, starting to read immediately, not stopping feeding you.

"Did you guys know that sultan of Saddle Arabia has a hundred mares in his harem? Poor things, it must be awful for them to be sex toys for that beast. I would smash his balls with my own hooves if I were in their shoes."

You instinctively cover your groin with your hooves at these words, though there is nothing to defend at the moment.

"No offense, Spike, but a stallion can neither rule the country nor satisfy a mare."

"Dragonlands were ruled by a male dragon," Spike counters.

"Exactly. That is why dragons are so barbaric. You - who were raised by a mare - have more intellect than all of them combined. Though, I must agree that with coming to power Ember, their land became more peaceful. Which only confirms what I said."

Spike lets out a little puff of air.

"You know how I love my brother, but without Cadance The Crystal Empire would have fallen apart a long time ago."

As you listen to Twilight's lecture, it becomes clear that Equestria is a strongly matriarchal society. For the first time since you wound up here, the thought of losing a set of your male organs seems not that bad. With them, you would have been treated with less hospitality. Maybe Twilight wouldn't have even spoken to you. Or she would have just chained you to a pole and used you when she needed it.

By the time Twilight finished her preaching about mares being superior to stallions, Spike made breakfast and set the table. Food is the only thing that's capable of dispelling the gloomy atmosphere here.

Having finished the meal, Twilight leaves the table and strolls to the door. "I'm meeting with my friend today and you'll go with me," she says to you, "but first, we have to clean you up. Rarity won't let us in if she sees you like this." Twilight looks over your disheveled mane. "You have twenty minutes to take a bath."

After Twilight leaves the kitchen, you get out of the chair and head to the bathroom.

Normally, you would spend time to take off your underwear, but now you are getting used to the fact that ponies don't usually wear clothes. So without further ado, you take a plunge into the bathtub.

You lie back, letting the warm water envelop your body and soothe away the strain in your muscles. As you rub a sponge over your belly, you don't hear Twilight come in over the sound of the water running from the tap.

"Do you need a hoof?" she says, coming up to the bathtub.

"I can do it by myself," you reply with irritation.

"So, you're saying that you can wash your back by yourself too? What should I do to you if I find dirt on it after you're done?"

No matter what intentions Twilight came with, she's right about one thing, there's no way you can clean the back part of your body.

"I'll take your silence as a yes, then," Twilight says, stepping into the bathtub.

You sit down on your butt and Twilight starts scrubbing you. With gentle movements, she runs the sponge over your back, starting with your withers and ending above your dock. As it turns out, the place just above a dock is a very sensitive spot. Each touch fills your body with pleasurable calmness, as Twilight proceeds her actions.

Then she brings her hooves up to your head and begins to knead your mane with repetitive movements. You relax more under Twilight's caress. After that, she puts your tail in her hooves and polishes it until it becomes shine with cleanness.

"Stand up and lift your tail," Twilight says abruptly.

"What?" You respond, getting back to reality.

"Stand up and lift your tail," she repeats.

"Twilight, I don't think it's the time for those things. I'm still a little backed up from yesterday."

"Is sex the only thing you can think of? I hope I don't have to remind you about female hygiene and the importance of keeping your filly parts clean. Now don't make me wait."

You reluctantly stand on all four hooves, lifting up your tail and exposing your ass and vagina to Twilight.

With the sponge in her hoof, Twilight traces figure-of-eight lines over your rear, trailing along the rim of your puffy ass and down your folds. The grainy surface of the sponge touches your tender parts, bringing out contradictory feelings and making your tail twitch in response. Not wishing to show these sensations to Twilight, you strain your whole body, anchoring your tail in position.

Something resembling a quiet chuckle reaches out behind you as Twilight presses a bit stronger on your clitoris, making you have to clench your teeth tight to stifle the moan that is about to burst from you.

"Why are you so tense? Don't tell me that your perverted pussy has been turned on by just being washed. You are beginning to worry me."

"I'm fine. It's just ticklish," you say through your teeth.

"It's good because we have a lot of places to be cleaned and I don't want you to mess yourself up after we're finished."

The violet aura envelops something in the corner of the bath, moving an elongated object before your eyes and further to your rear. From the glimpse you had time to catch, it consists of two parts: a wooden handle and a long cotton head that is about a half of an inch in diameter.

"What is..." your attempt to ask fails, as the object poke your rear, spreading the ring of your pony anus. Startled, you rush forward and almost crash into the adjacent wall, placing the forelegs before yourself at the last second. Leaning against the wall, you feel the brush rotating inside of you under the action of Twilight's magic.

"Take this out!" you cry through your teeth, as the brush moves forward your anal canal. The brush's bristles roughly tickle your insides, making you fidget your hindlegs, that only makes the whole situation worse.

"Don't move," Twilight says as she clutches your hindlegs. "You don't want to damage your precious ass, do you?"

"Why would you have to stick it into me anyway?" you say, gaining back the composure and stopping the movements.

"Because keeping your clean is my duty as your guardian. I don't want anypony to avert their eyes if they saw your messy butt. What would they think of me if I won't be able to keep it clean?"

That you are a perverted horse that abuses her adopted child? you think to yourself, afraid to say it out loud.

"Besides," Twilight continues, "It is better if an experienced mare works your little hole out than filthy colts you'll pick up on a street."

"But I'm not going to have anal sex with any of colts!" you protest.

"Better you are because if you prefer your another orifice, forget about it. I forbid you any vaginal contact. I'm not going to judge you if you decide to have fun on the side. But don't you dare get knocked up."

"Knocked up? What? Twilight, you don't understand. I'm not going to have any sex with colts."

"So, do you prefer only mares?"

"No... I mean..." you trail off.

You think thoroughly of an answer to Twilight's question. Since you are a filly, it would be normal to give attention to colts. It's just in the nature of things. No, fucking no! You throw out the thought. I won't let this body take over me. I'm a male, a predator. If my destiny is to be a filly, I will do it my own way.

"Mares sounds better..." you say to Twilight as you feel the brush rotating in your ass. Anyway, it's not that bad compared to what would have happened without Twilight's protection.

You proceed thinking of filly problems as Twilight abruptly pulls the brush out of you with a loud pop, causing your both ass and mouth gasp at the vibrating sensations.

"This hole is finished," she says, "but there's still one left." She looks over your vagina.

"You are especially dirty here. It needs thorough care. Did you mess yourself while I was cleaning your ass?"

"No. It's ridiculous!" You protest.

"Hm," Twilight ponders. "Do you think I did a wrong assumption? We need to perform an experiment."

She shoves the brush back in your ass that didn't have time to tighten from the previous assault. Your eyes pop out but your snatch takes it more acceptedly, squirting out a thin stream of filly precum.

"No, I was right the first time," Twilight says with content. "You actually enjoy it."

While you hold back tears of both delight and humiliation, Twilight brings a shower to your rear and the water jets began to fall on your labia, attacking them with many thin pricks.

Not again, you think to yourself, as your clitoris starts exposing itself out from its shelter. Each droplet that settles on the surface of your bud sends incredibly pleasurable signals to your mind, causing your butt to lift itself up so that it could get the proper care.

Your actions to draw attention have not gone unheeded and by the moment you realize what you've been doing, Twilight stares at your rear with hungry eyes, a trail of saliva moving down from the corner of her mouth.

"W-why do you look at me like that," you mumble, completely lowering your ass down in a second.

"No-o," Twilight stretches the word out slowly, as she places you back to the upper position. "It doesn't work that way. A pony should take responsibility... for her actions. I'll teach you to tease me."

"I didn't mean to do that. It just popped out."

"No more excuses," Twilight says grimly, "I'll ravage your pussy until you can't walk properly."

A lump forms in your throat and clammy sweat damped your fur. "Please no?"

"Denied," Twilight says, stepping out of the bath. After drying her mane off, her horn glows brightly with a purple aura, lifting your whole body up from the surface.

"Put me down, I can walk," you protest.

"Well, we'll see about that," she says, a wide smirk crossing her face.

With that, she leaves the bathroom with you gliding in midair after her. After Twilight enters the bedroom, she jumps on the bed, not letting you down. As she makes herself comfortable on the bed, a huge two-sided dildo appears out of the closet and slips down Twilight's pussy without any delay. She lets out a loud moan as the crystal phallus dips further into her.

Hanging in the air, you observe as Twilight makes the toy move up and down her vagina. Each time she releases a moan of pleasure, her magic grip destabilizes, causing you to shake in midair.

"Would you just put me down before you throw me on the floor?"

"Of course," Twilight pants, levitating you closer to her and lifting her hips up on the cushion, making the dildo in her crotch perpendicular to the bed. After another moan, she places you on the outer tip of the two-sided phallus, spreading your filly lips apart to a shock of yours.

"Not on this thing! Put me down on the ground!" you cries, as the dildo dips into you. Or more precisely, you sink in it since Twilight manipulates your body as a fuck-glove. She lifts you up and down along dildo's shaft, making it pushing inside of her own pussy. After an especially strong thrust, she lets out a loud groan, completely losing her concentration and letting you off her magic grip. Suddenly, without a force that has kept you in midair, you crash down on the base of the shaft, the end of it bumping your uterus itself. A shriek of pain comes out from you. At the moment, it seems that the rod will pierce you through, the most horrible thoughts wandering about in your mind. But, to your relief, it doesn't move any further since you fall on Twilight's crotch, your filly lips kissing Twilight's in one heavy squelch.

"You almost killed me!" You cry out, your eyes damned with beads of tears.

"You're overreacting," Twilight says, panting, "nopony ever died from a good fuck. You just have to get used to it. Look, I'll show you."

Twilight lifts you up until merely the tip of the dildo remains in your hole, then loosens her grip and you slid down on the pole abundantly smeared with your juices this time. Your and Twilight's mounds crash into each other, creating a double intertwined stream of viscous fluids. In doing so, Twilight don't forget about your nub that already emerged from its shelter, winking and demanding attention. Her magic touch caresses it harshly, pulling up and swirling around. You can feel a double stimulation both inside and outside your crotch. You begin to lose control over your body as your filly juices flood onto the bed in perpetual streams. Your vision goes blurry and all you can think about is approaching climax; the orgasm that you can only experience being in a body of this little pony. You and Twilight cum simultaneously. Your double stream of juices saturates the sheets of Twilight's bed and permeates the room with pony scent. You merely have strength to let out a series of high-pitched moans. And though you have squirted a whole pool of filly cum under yourself, your body is still trembling even after Twilight stops thrusting the dildo inside of you and lie peacefully on her back.

"It seems I have to send Spike to Rarity to say that there's a delay," Twilight says, panting. Yet she managed to cry out for Spike as if nothing has happened.

After a moment, the purple dragon appears in the room as if waiting at the door the whole time ready to come in any second. He awkwardly covers his eyes with his hand, concealing the view of a mare and a filly skewered on the one huge dildo, soaking in their own filthy juices. His other hand is suspiciously placed on his groin if you know anything about dragon's anatomy, a white liquid seeping through his claws.

"Y-yes, Twilight?" Spike stammers, staring pitifully at the floor.

"Tell Rarity that I am running late," Twilight says.

***

It took nearly an hour to regain consciousness. Stretching out, you slide off the slippery bed, your every move echoing in your haunches. Turning around, you see Twilight who is lounging comfortably in the chair. It seems while all the time you've been wallowing in sex fluids, twitching with post-orgasm, Twilight has been reading one of her countless books.

"You finally wake up," she says, not breaking away from reading.

"I wasn't sleeping, I was just..."

"Relishing in the pleasure I bestowed upon you?" Twilight says, a wide smirk across her face.

"Aghhh, let's just change these sheets before it completely saturated them."

"Don't worry, Spike will change them."

Spike? The scene with the dragon leaking something white appears in your mind. Did he actually jerk off to you and Twilight having lesbian sex? Does he actually masturbate during his chores, wrapping the sheets dripping with your filly juices around his rod like some pervert from those stupid vulgar anime?

"It's gross."

"Excuse me?" Twilight says, still immersed in the book.

"Nothing bothers you about a young lad having to change your dirty clothes?"

"Nope," Twilight says briefly, "besides, I don't have any other assistance. As for his little affairs, he is going through puberty. Let's not judge him, you're a filly yourself, you should understand him."

Your cheeks suddenly went bright red. "I have nothing against masturbation. But why does he have to masturbate to me? Do you have Playboy or something around here?"

"Playwhat? Listen, just get over it or next time when I fuck your cunt, I will command Spike to plug up your mouth with his cock so that you won't be able to spit out this nonsense. Now go to the bath and clean yourself up, and try to not make a mess this time."

You want to object but stop yourself before saying any word. Who knows that Twilight actually isn't going to do it if you accidentally enrage her?

***

After taking a bath, you arrive at the entrance hall, Twilight already waiting for you.

"Hurry up, Anon, we are going out into the street now," Twilight says, packing the book she's been reading into the saddlebags.

"Can I put on some clothes first?" you say. A thought of passerby ponies staring hungrily at your exposed filly parts makes you shiver.

"Why do you ask? You look great without them," Twilight says nonchalantly.

"I don't mind how I look. I mean... My nether parts...."

"What's wrong with them? Are you leaking again?" Twilight gives you a suspicious look.

"No! I mean, shouldn't I cover them up? There are stallions there and they can rape..." you mumble under your breath.

"Just relax, you will be fine."

"But!"

"No more buts. Jeez, Anon, you are such a nerd. Just go out into the street. I will be with you."

As you walk down the street, it seems that nopony actually interested in your private parts. You relax and let your tail go off your thighs where it was tucked tightly, protecting you from any sights. A little spark of hope lights up inside you that maybe this place is not that terrible as it wants to be seen. Or it's just such a mundane thing for them to walk around naked that no one actually cares about it. Who fucking knows what's in the mind of these pastel horses?

***

As you and Twilight come into the boutique, a unicorn with glasses steps towards you, a tired expression on her face. You look over the white mare and can see that she has a perfectly groomed coat and mane. Her movements are quite graceful and elegant judged by what you have seen here. Plus, she has her business and she's friends with the local princess. She is probably some kind of big shot here.

"Hi, Rarity," Twilight says.

"Glad to see you, Twilight. Who is this young lady you bring in?"

"It's Anon." Twilight looks at you. "Say hello to Miss Rarity."

"Hello, Miss Rarity," you says as politely as you can, not looking for extra trouble.

Rarity's mood improves drastically just after the words reach her ears.

"You have a lovely voice, darling. Can you take a walk over here?" Rarity says to you.

You stare at her confusedly, not knowing what the mare wants from you.

"Just go ahead," Twilight says, pushing your rear.

You stroll along the room, limping slightly from what has happened with your rear before, as the two mares survey your each step.

"Twilight, why did you hide this emerald from me? Look at her gait and her muzzle. She is so cute. And I just was looking for an earth pony for my new filly's clothing line. I already have Sweetie to represent unicorns, and I was about to ask Apple Bloom..."

Rarity pauses, as her face winces at the last words.

"I guess Apple Bloom didn't have enough manners," Twilight says, smiling.

"She made a burp while she was going down the runway!" Rarity's eyes blink rapidly as if she's going to let out a tear. "And this is only half of the story." She sighs deeply.

"I'm sure that Anon would love to help." Twilight inclines her head to you. "You did want to wear clothes, right? This is your chance."

"Yes, but I did not want to be a model!" you object.

As you argue with Twilight, Rarity falls at your hooves, staring at you with the moist eyes. "Please, please, please, pleeeeeeease," she begs you.

Taken aback by such a situation, you almost lose your poise.

Rarity grabs your forelegs tightly, as Twilight scathingly stares at you.

"Fine," you give up under pressure of the both mares.

"Wonderful." Rarity stands up as if nothing happened.

"I'm happy that you've gotten along but we have to deal with my problem first. Have you finished the dress I asked for?" Twilight says.

"For the royal banquet? It took me days to finish but it's worth it. Let me show you one of my the greatest creations," Rarity says, levitating a dress from a mannequin staying in the far corner of the room. "Try it on." Rarity holds the dress to Twilight.

After Twilight put it on, a splendid scene appears before your eyes; this white mare actually knows how to make a pony look pretty. The long dark clothes fit Twilight's figure perfectly as if night sky itself came down to veil Twilight in its embrace, the gems along the dress glowing brightly like stars.

"It's beautiful!" Twilight exclaims with delight, "I don't know how to thank you, Rarity."

"You shouldn't. It's my duty as your friend to help you. Besides, you already did me a favor, right?" Rarity says, taking a glance at you. "Can you lend me your filly till this evening? I have to do some preparations before the show."

"Of course, just return her to my castle when you're finished. She isn't quite settled in here." Twilight turns to you, staring in your eyes. "Listen to Miss Rarity and try to not embarrass me." With that, she quit the boutique, leaving you alone with the fashionista.

"Well, let's get it started," Rarity says, levitating a dress and holding it to your back.

"No," she says thoughtfully, "white doesn't match your fur." She throws it away and takes out another dress. "Hm, yellow is better but it's too frilly."

"Are these dresses too? That's not what I signed up for. I will not wear clothes for little girls or fillies or whatever the word you use to describe it. Give me some pants and shirt."

"But you are a little filly. Plus, you are in Carousel Boutique, not in some country fair. You won't find anything of what you mentioned here."

"Well, I am outta here then," you say, turning to exit.

"You can't leave me now. Twilight said to carry you to the castle. And I'm not going to do it until we are done. What would she do to you if she found you unattended?"

"I don't know."

"But I do. Knowing Twilight's preciseness I'm sure it's not going to be something pleasant."

"Is that a threat?"

"Just friendly advice." Rarity winks at you. "So, what do you think of this one?" She levitates a red dress and put it on you, turning you to the mirror.

You spin around, looking in the mirror. The bodice of the dress fits tightly on your waist and the skirt sticks out from your hips.

"What is this?" you say confusedly. "It doesn't cover anything!"

"Of course it doesn't, darling. This dress is created to show off the figure, not to hide it."

"It'll just make things worse. Instead of being hidden from stallions, everyone would stare at me."

"I hope so," Rarity says. "It would mean my product is successful."

"You can't make me pose in this. It's embarrassing!"

"Oh, darling. You have a lot to learn about being a mare. Twilight did turn you against stallion's attention, didn't she? I don't mean to be rude but she spends too much time with mares. Maybe it's because she was raised by Princess Celestia who has unshakable authority over her. Or maybe because of an unhappy affair in her foalhood. She never told about it. But don't let her restrict you by using only half of pleasure."

Rarity closes her eyes and indulges herself in imagination, speaking up. "When his deep voice calls for you. When his muscular forelegs sensually embrace you. When his throbbing lance pierces your dripping peach. When his..."

"It's enough," you interrupt her. "I got it. And I'm not going to change my mind. It's gross. And no. Just no. I didn't lose my mind yet."

"I hope you wise up and do not live the rest of your life locked up in the castle like Twilight."

I hope so too, you think to yourself.

"Sis, I'm out of chalks!" The girly voice suddenly comes out from the stairs. A white filly unicorn comes down, holding in her mouth a sheet of paper.

"Sis, check it out. I've drawn a picture of me and Apple Bloom posing in your dresses." She places the paper on her hoof and stretches out. You can see the two obscure figures in short dresses, resembling ponies who are standing next to each other with their butts sticking out toward the crowd.

Then she turns to you, a confused expression on her face. "Who is this filly and why does she wear Apple Bloom's dress?" The filly says demandingly.

"Sweetie, dear. You see..." Rarity takes a pause. "You should understand that not everypony is suited for being a model. If a pony was born on a farm... Well, there are other good places for her where she can show off her special talents." Rarity struggles to feign a smile.

"But you promised me! You promised that I and Apple Bloom would perform together! She was so thrilled when she heard it. You can't just take it back."

"Sweetie, this is not my whim. It's business. If I fail once it will be a black spot on the reputation for the rest of my life."

"But this filly is not even pretty. A green fur and black mane? It's ugly!"

"Hey, pipe down!" you say without thinking.

Rarity looks at Sweetie with indignation, stamping her hooves.

"Sweetie Belle, where are your manners?" She chastises the filly. "Apologise to Anon, now."

After a few seconds of shifting her hooves, Sweetie speaks. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to offend you. It's not your fault that my sister doesn’t keep promises." Sweetie sticks her tongue out and then runs away to the second floor.

"We'll talk about your behavior later!" Rarity shouts after her fleeing sister. Then she looks at you. "You'll get along, give her some time," she says, levitating out a tape-measure. "Come to me, I have to take some measurements."

***

It is a night when you return to the castle. Spike is already asleep so you snack on what you could find in the kitchen: a stack of hay with a glass of water. It sounds crazy but as it turns out, hay is a delicious thing here. You swallow down the whole stack and move to your room, or more precisely to Twilight's room.

"How was the meeting with Rarity?" Twilight says, sitting in the chair and reading a book, this time a red one.

"Fine, at least I didn't get raped. But I'm tired as hell after all those modelings. Can I just go to sleep now?"

"Sure, just after you lick my cunt up," Twilight says in the most ordinary tone. She spread her legs, a stream of gooey liquids dripping down from her crotch.

Why is this mare so horny? She did get off this afternoon and yet she is leaking out as if she hasn't had any contact for at least a month. In fact, it's possible to dialog with her as long as it doesn't come to sex. In this case, any attempts to argue will just make things worse.

"Are you going to eat it or should I use my magic to bring you here?" Twilight says with a bit of irritation in her voice.

Reluctantly, you come up to Twilight and put your forelegs on the chair between her stretched hindlegs, lowering your muzzle toward her groin. A strong musk of mare strikes your nostrils as you reach your destination. Though at the moment you have the same set of bits down there, you haven't had a chance to look at pony pussy this close. Succulent plump lips, slick and moist in own juices, spasm and contract each time you take a rapid breath in, winking at you and beckoning to get closer. A partition connects a perfectly round butthole - no less soft than its neighbor - that protrudes like a glazed donut on the confectionery shelf. No wonder Twilight goes crazy each time she looks at your rear. It seems like those things were created to be sucked on. A grim thought of how desperate your situation is sinks in your mind. Being trapped in a foreign body is one thing, but being a walking magnet for various kinds of perverts is not what a man would dream of. Right?

"No," Twilight says, "you're doing it wrong. You were supposed to suck it, not gawk stupidly like an idiot."

She grabs your head with both hooves and shoves your muzzle down inside her crotch.

"Next time you will be quicker on my tasks," She says, drowning you in a salty sea of mare juices.

Viscous liquids soak through your fur as Twilight moves your head along her cunt, pushing your little muzzle deep inside her wide-stretched tunnel, your forehead resting on a soft cushion of the two taut breasts. A whole new world springs into existence in your mind, raising your senses of taste and smell to an entirely new level. Instinctively, you scratch the tip of your tongue against the walls of Twilight's honeypot, vigorously gathering tart nectar into your mouth like an adventurer who suddenly found a priceless treasure.

But the more you lap up, the more forceful squirts become, flooding your trachea with the mare's secretions. You want to lift your head up to take a break but Twilight holds your head firmly between her thighs.

"You're not going anywhere until you're done here," Twilight says, pushing you down.

Trapped in such a snare, you see no other choice but to drill the path to freedom with your own tongue. As you lash at Twilight's pussy, you start to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen. There is obviously not enough fresh air to breathe and Twilight's pungent juices splashing in your throat and nostrils aren't helping too much either. You struggle to raise your head, however in vain. It only strengthens the pressure with which Twilight forces you down.

"According to my calculation, you have fifty seconds before your brain begins to suffer from oxygen deficiency and you pass out," Twilight says matter-of-factly. Judging by her tone, there is no way that she is not utterly serious.

You swing your tongue rapidly like a whip, trying to get Twilight to cum. She moans quietly as you caress her and yet it's obviously not enough to make it done. That was until you found a swollen mound. A precious pearl. Your life raft. You curl your tongue around it, sucking on the nub as hard as your immature filly muscles allow it. And this works, Twilight lets out a loud groan, squirting out a jet of mare precum into your mouth. You swallow down the sour nectar without stopping flicking the firm clitoris.

Another series of licks and another spurt of pre hits your nostrils this time. You sniff it down, bitterness inside your nasopharynx. Twilight's groans increase, her pussy contracting frantically around your muzzle. It seems she's going to cum any second. A resonant groan of pleasure comes out from Twilight as she finally loses herself in a climax.

She squirts a lot, holding you firmly under herself as if making sure that every droplet of her mare juices will reach you. The gush of marecum hits both your nose and mouth with such a pressure that you have no choice but to send it straight down your stomach. Squirt after squirt flood your throat, stretching your little belly with Twilight's viscous sap. Eventually, the tide subsides and Twilight pulls your head up off her groin, your drenched muzzle dripping with her fluids. You take in rapid breaths of fresh air, choking out Twilight's marecum overflowing your insides.

"What a good filly," Twilight says, smiling, "I should buy you a present. What kind of cake do you like best?"

"Doesn't matter," you mutter, still choking on Twilight's secretions.

"Then I'll order the best strawberry cake Pinkie Pie is able to bake," Twilight says, picking up her book, "Good fillies must be rewarded."