Sweetie Belle plopped herself dramatically onto her bed with a groan and a barely audible "pomf" from the soft, cool sheets. A weekend of crusading for cutie marks had been fun, but exhausting, and Sweetie was ready to curl up and pass out right away.
She crawled atop the freshly laundered pink blanket, wobbling on tired, short legs as she did, and slipped beneath it. Her small body barely disturbed the large bed as she tucked herself between the silk sheets. Her head sank into the pink heart-patterned pillow, bigger than her whole body.
However, the giant silk pillow was less comfortable than one might think. At her size, it felt as if it might suffocate her with its unbridled fluffiness as she sank her head into the plush material. Without thinking, the filly tugged the pillow downward so she could breathe, yawning widely as she did. She hugged it against her like a giant stuffed animal, all four legs wrapped snuggly around it. The position emphasized how teensy the filly really was.
Sweetie rolled around on the bed several times to get into as comfortable a position as possible. As she tugged the pillow closer and pinched it tightly between her lithe legs, she shifted again. Seconds from dozing off, the smooth surface of the pillow case slid between her hind legs and over her supple nether region. The sensation as it touched her petite vulva sent tiny vibrations into her clitoris, sparking an unfamiliar sliver of delight through her and interrupting her pending sleep.
It took a moment for her to register what caused the shiver of unfamiliar emotion. When she did, she readjusted her position again to experiment with her new discovery. She lay on her side so that both left legs draped over it as it lay atop her right legs, snuggling it closer. Curious, Sweetie rolled her hips against it once more to slide the pliable material across her vulva. Once again another soft shiver of pleasure raked over her sweet spot.
She still felt tired, but somehow that didn't matter as much now. Sweetie couldn't help explore this new sensation she'd found. She'd received back massages during her occasional visits to the spa, but those had felt nothing like this. It made her wonder why they didn't give peepee massages there too if they felt this good.
A few more motions into the plush pillow, and Sweetie realized that this was entirely different from a back massage. Being a curious filly, she sometimes spread herself with her hooves while going to the bathroom, but she never experienced something close to this feeling while doing so. Sweetie rolled her hips a few more times, sliding the silken fabric against her, but didn't get as much of a thrill at first. Then she angled it to brush against the moist nub nestled at the edge of her labia and shivered once again. She squeaked at the sensation as she rolled her hips to enjoy the new finding.
Sweetie panted, pulling herself further atop the pillow. She wrapped all four legs around it, mounting it. She lay her head against one end while she clamped the opposite end between her hind legs. As her hips moved again and again, the sensations built upon one another, spreading outwards from her nub into the rest of her body. Almost instinctively, she applied more pressure with each stroke as her lower lips became puffier and more sensitive. Even the immature little nipples on her flat belly tingled at the slightest pressure, digging slightly into the fabric as they grew barely rigid.
The filly's eyes rolled back as the strange new emotions flowed through her. She breathed heavily as a desire she'd never felt before permeated her bloodstream and warmth filled her body. With a quiet sound somewhere between a moan and squee, Sweetie rolled onto her back, pulling the pillow atop her and tangling herself in her blanket. She pushed her front hooves down to mash the soft cloth between her thighs.
Immediately, Sweetie felt a burst of intense pleasure coming from her clitoris as it winked violently in response to the pillow being thrust against her young fillyhood. More amazing sensation rewarded her continued hip movements and soon she'd gone from twitching to outright thrusting.
The pressure of her rigid hooves through the fabric intensified the sensation. She moaned, her voice cracking slightly as she grew hotter. She wondered why she was sweating profusely despite the cool temperature in her bedroom, but her mind was too scrambled to form an answer. Sweetie pushed the pillow to the side to relieve the heat now encompassing her, instead grasping a double-hoof full of blanket and pressing it between her hind legs.
She bit her lip and whined as the movement shifted from her bucking hips to her front hooves. She rubbed the wad of silk against herself, concentrating the pressure on her clit once again. A louder moan escaped her muzzle as a small convulsion of pleasure rolled through her like a wave washing over a sandy beach.
As her panting increased, so did the pressure Sweetie put on her nether region. She spread her hind legs wider to get cool air to the moist goodness building there. Her hoof moments became more frantic and soon the blanket slipped out from between her hooves and the slick filly vulva. She was so into it she didn't notice the lack of blanket though, simply rubbing her bare hooves up and down over her immature slit and tiny teats, both of which had become engorged with arousal.
Sweetie kicked the blanket all the way off her to cool her boiling little body off and splayed out her legs. Spreading her legs so wide and fast gave her a slight twinge of discomfort, but oddly it added to the bliss between them.
The foal took up more of the bed with her legs spread in the current position, panting cutely to regain control of herself. Her hind hooves twitched in the air as her front hooves continued to massage between her thighs.
Sweetie clenched her eyes closed and moaned as she rubbed a circle around her vulva with one hoof, grinding her winking clit and creating a delicious noise as wet filly bits shifted against one another. The sound only excited her further, giving in to the delicious moist pleasure she felt.
Curious, she switched the hoof rubbing at her slit, moving the first hoof to her nose. Her hoof shook as if she’d had too much sugar, waving back and forth with her frantic heartbeat. She sniffed at her own filly fluids that drenched her hoof, and her eyes lit up with fascination at the strange musky scent. Realizing it couldn’t possibly be pee, she held out her tongue to sample the glistening fluid. Mildly sweet, with a hint of something that made her tongue tingle; the taste spread over her tongue, only further increasing the pleasure between her legs.
As Sweetie continued to rub her slit, the quivering hoof slid down to her breasts. She pressed into the thin layer of spongy flesh there, feeling it give to the pressure as she moved it in a figure eight around both prepubescent teats. One hind leg kicked involuntarily, and Sweetie couldn't have stopped it even if she cared to try. Sweetie arched her back and let the leg flail more as she worked her body with both hooves.
The precious foal felt she was climbing a hill of some sort, like there was something coming, but no matter how hard she worked it, it seemed to just keep getting closer without ever arriving. She would have powered over the edge, but she was already tired and the exertion of pleasuring herself caught up to her. She dozed from exhaustion despite the new lust boiling inside her.
Sweetie panted as she pulled the pillow back atop her, hugging it with one front hoof as she kept her hind legs wide. Her other idle hoof played with herself as she yawned, but soon she slipped into sweet dreams as her honey-soaked thighs cooled off from her fun. She slept soundly on sheets soaked with her sweat and sweet filly juices.
The next day, after returning home from school, Sweetie Belle was alone and with nothing to think about. She felt even more restless than usual. It differed from normal restlessness, her entire body pent-up in a way she didn’t remember being before now. She couldn't get her mind off it.
Quickly, she realized it all stemmed from the odd warmth between her legs. At first, she thought she only needed to pee, but after several minutes of trying, she gave up on that. However, when she went to wipe, she saw her vulva was wet, soaking the tissue paper. Even without having touched herself there all day, her slit was drooling the viscous secretions that got all over her hooves the previous night. Her slit had strange spasms without her even touching it, twitching open occasionally to show her cute clitoris as if begging for another rub down by her tiny hooves.
Well, normally when she had an evening to herself and nothing planned to do, Sweetie found something fun to play with on her own. So that's just what she'd do, with her own body being the something fun to play with.
Sweetie was already steamy inside, so didn't even bother to cover herself with her blanket. She tugged it down off the pillows, then sprawled out atop the bed as she had the earlier night. Rather than put her head on the pillow, she turned herself about and lay her rump on it, raising it up so that her hind legs poked up into the air as she lay upside down on her bed.
She took things slower this time though. In this position she had a good view of her glistening lips, puffier than usual. They would still twitch occasionally, showing her clit as if it were a single eye winking at her. The little convulsions only got more intense, even the muscles around her tight little ponut contracting visibly. The filly's curious hooves slid to her thighs, grasping the edges of her vulva, watching the sticky flesh tug apart as she pulled the lips outward with her hooves.
She tilted her head as she peered at the opened tunnel which twitched again at her touch as a shiver ran through her. While she'd often seen a glimmer of pink between her folds, they seemed a shade redder than usual now. She pulled herself wider, marveling a bit at how drenched she was inside, watching sticky secretions drool into a stream at the lowest portion before trickling out.
Moist slurping commenced as she rubbed her hooves around the outer edges, watching the thin flesh contort and stretch wetly and relaxing to let the strange sensations slip through her again. Her ears perked at the sounds of moisture as her slit drooled honey down onto her belly, a small streaming oozing around her nipples and moistening her pure white fur. One hoof rubbed over her nub again, and she squeaked at the gratification that followed, more intense than before.
Yet as good as it felt, every bit of friction only increased her need to do it again. She didn't know how to sate the need she now felt, but she knew she'd enjoy trying.
Still exploring, she slid her damp hooves to her little teats. They traced circles around each one, pressing gradually harder with each pass. She watched with fascination as the soft flesh gave to the pressure, taking in every shift and wrinkle disturbing her smooth belly.
The motions closed in on her nipples before rubbing lightly over them. They were usually pliable, but they'd stiffened into tiny knots, flicking back and forth as she rubbed over them. It wasn't as intense as her lower nub, but built atop it all the same, as if doing one made the other feel better too. The whole thing made her wish she had more than two hooves capable of reaching her thighs.
Sweetie moved one hoof to her muzzle again, the other moving to rub back and forth over her clit again. She enjoyed the relative roughness of her hoof against the pleasure button tucked within her labia as she brought the other to her nose. She sniffed inquisitively again, examining the drops of fluid she'd been secreting so much of the last two nights.
It might have worried her that a sudden change in her body might indicate an illness, but she knew sickness never made her feel like this. It couldn't be anything wrong if it felt this incredible. Instead she ran her tongue over the musky hoof, gathering the globules of lust potion on her tongue.
It was even better than the previous night, almost indescribable in flavor. Normally she might say it was a little too strong, yet she still rubbed it around her gums with her tongue like it was the most delicious thing that ever lit up her muzzle. She just couldn't stop herself.
In the end, her curiosity gave way to the hormones now coursing through her veins. It didn't matter why it felt so amazing, only that it did. She pushed both hooves down to her thighs again without reluctance, just happy to indulge in the new fun game she had discovered.
Sweetie took a deep breath then panted as she concentrated less on exploration and more on pleasure, this time keeping her innocent yet hungry eyes on her nether area. One hoof concentrated on her nub again, circling about it and sliding over her whole slit from time to time, tugging at her slippery lips to hear the sweet sound of sopping wet flesh. The other slid back and forth between her breasts, concentrating on one teat then the other.
As the unfamiliar pressure built again, Sweetie lay her head back and closed her eyes. All her concentration fell into the ocean of bliss pouring through her system as she twitched her hips. Or maybe her hips twitched on their own because she was only barely in control of her own body at this point. The twitching worked into a smooth hip roll, thrusting upwards against her hoof as it ground against her pleasure port.
Her panting increased until she squeaked with each stroke of her hoof. She slid both hooves to her pristine pussy, young and tight, and rubbed both in circles around it, letting her ankles rub against her teats simultaneously to get at them both. She rubbed back and forth with long strokes, grinding one against her nub as the other slid downward to work over the rest of her sloppy slit.
The movements began slow but gradually sped up with each passing moment. Sweetie whinnied between clenched teeth as her newly found lust worked into a ball of swirling pleasure within her. Every muscle in her body tightened, like overstretched rubber bands ready to snap.
Just as last night, the more she did it the more she needed to do it more. This time however she wasn't tired enough to run down, so her movements only grew more rapid and eager. She reached a point where she couldn't have stopped moving now no matter how hard she tried. Her hoof motions increased into a frenzy, going out of sync with her frantic hip thrusts. Even her tiny body rocked the bed enough to creak, whining between clenched teeth with each stroke.
The foal's first orgasm hit her out of nowhere, washing through her mind like a tsunami. Sweetie squealed as her sweat-drenched body convulsed, frantic hind legs kicking and thumping the headboard of her bed several times. She was beyond noticing the impacts though as a spray of filly bliss from the well-worked fun furnace between her legs rewarded her efforts.
Sweetie wasn't sure how long it took before she could move after that, eyes wide with the intense pleasure wrecking through her mind. Her upturned rump ensured that the rest of her was in the firing line as she splattered juice from her convulsing slit. The warm spray of her joy drizzled her already sweat drenched body as she opened her muzzle to catch as much of the mist as possible.
For a good ten minutes after, Sweetie lay there on the bed staring in awe at her own body, drenched in sweat and sprayed down with a thin layer of glistening pony goo. Her lips and ponut winking and contracting a few more times, but calming after a few more seconds, the monster of lust finally sated. She stretched out on the bed, eyes rolling back as she experienced a wave of relief like she'd never experienced. As the flames of her loins died, she had never felt so content.
As her uncovered body cooled, a chill rushed over her. She rolled around in the bed, too relaxed to bother going to clean off, instead pulling the soft blanket over her again. She lay against her giant pillow, hugging it close and smiling as she drifted off to sleep.
Oh, yes. She would most definitely be playing this new game again, very soon.
