Gather around every filly and foal, for this Hearth’s warming story; a tale from of old. It all starts here on a white, winter’s eve, where, from the cold, three fillies found shelter and reprieve.
It was still festive in here, for it was that time of year. Red ribbons were hung, and glowing lights were strung. A fire was cracking in a small little pit, tended to by an orange pegasus, keeping it lit.
Coco with marshmallows was poured and was passed, all by the unicorn who was sipping her glass. Presents were wrapped and under the holiday tree, but for one pony, rest was not meant to be. For even in the warm clubhouse, a chill came to her neck, it was something she couldn’t shake, nor could she check.
For everything seemed to be in place and was right, her and her friends sitting around this fireplace light. But yesterday’s dreams had given a warning it seems, for a voice in her head, “you’re going to have a special night,” it said. The words were spoken with love, but also something more. She’d never heard something like that from the Princess of the Night before.
It was odd to her ears and seemed kind of obscure, but still she locked the door, just to be sure.
The filly glanced out the window, to the ceiling, and under the table and chairs, quick movements of shadows but yet nothing was there. Instead, she focused on her coco - a warm winter’s treat - and her unicorn friend wrapping them in a blanket; it really was sweet.
With a fire now roaring with all the wood they had been storing, the pegasus sat down on her rump and gave a small bump.
“So when can I open my awesome gifts?” she said with a laugh, sounding a little bit haughty.
But the white filly spoke up, “Not till tomorrow, else you’ll be doing something naughty.”
“We’re here all night, so what does it matter?” She anxiously tapped on the floor with a small pitter patter.
The three of them looked from one to another; a decision was made without an utter. As they cast their gaze to those presents in sight, they would be breaking from tradition alright. With the silence of thieves they rushed to the treasure, what wonders within, they couldn’t even hope to measure.
The orange pegasus was already shredding her gift, while with her magic, the unicorn gave hers a lift. They didn’t really know what was in store, but the other filly looked at the floor. One of her gifts was round, and piled on the ground; small and familiar, even though it looked pretty silly to her.
She swore if she got apples again for this year, that orange pegasus was going to have a hoof up her rear.
But something in her gut said she was taking advantage, breaking holiday tradition and causing some damage. “Girls, I think we should stop, I’m not gonna lie,” the filly looked down, letting out a sigh.
It felt like the one chance they had, before things were bad, but the pegasus had already went too deep, with paper already strewn about, there was no retreat. The marshmallow filly had a smile that was sure to misled, but she assured the apple filly once more, and she trusted what was said.
The orange filly smile and joined in, as the unicorn started opening her present, making a small sin. Try as she might to even hope to resist, it was her friends who would only insist. Her hoof shook with hesitation that clearly was shown, but still the decision to tear was still entirely her own.
As she tore the ribbon up to see underneath, she still looked at it with abject disbelief. There it was; an apple so red, and the orange filly, with her dumb, grinning head. Words were going to be said but she kept herself in check, especially with another chill to her neck.
Tap tap tap.
She shivered hearing a branch sound out with a whap.
The unicorn smile, “Pay it no mind.”
“Only friends are here,” the pegasus said in kind.
They must have been right, only a bump in the night. With the weather outside, it could have been the wind scaring her from her hide. It was only a trick at best; nature’s simple test.
The fire then flickered as if caught in a breeze, which filled the whole room with a sense of unease.
Tap tap tap the branch said again with a slap.
She caught a shadow moving from the window it seemed, but it didn’t look like a branch, only a smile that gleamed.
“Ahh!” shouted the filly in fright.
The others gathered around asking, “Is everything alright?”
She pointed her hoof at the shadowy mare, but when they all looked, nopony was there. Only the darkness of night remained, even if they looked till their eyes were strained.
“It’s probably nothing,” “It’s just the wind,” the fillies said back as they anxiously grinned.
It seemed all clear looking through the window, but they could catch the faint sound of hoofsteps in snow. With a creak from above and jingle bell tone, the three fillies realized they were not alone. The unicorn pointed and squeaked, for from the chimney starry magic did leak.
Up above, it gathered into a cloud, and from it a figure stepped out from the shroud; a familiar midnight pony looking quite proud for the ponies she had just found. Her aura looked black and she carried a large burlap sack. A red and white plush hat was adorned on her head, but with the way she looked at them, there was a lot that wasn’t being said. She smiled with glee, but it worried the three.
They huddled in close but still were shaking with fear, for now that they knew, the nightmare was here. She flapped her wings looking ready to race, and the fillies did run as she gave chase. The filly’s fur stood on edge at the mare’s mere presence, and a chill ran down their spine hearing the pony laugh at their opened presents.
“Another group who couldn’t wait for tomorrow?” she said with a jeer. “Oh, well. Looks like all the children are on the naughty list this year!” The fillies could hear each beat from her wing, and for some odd reason she started to sing. “You better watch out, your better not cry!” the mare said, sounding quite sly as she started to float down, “Because Princess Luna is coming to town!”
“And I’m going to be finding out who’s been naughty or nice. Because Princess Luna’s coming to town,” she was able to sing out twice.
The fillies ran to the door but found it was locked, that’s when they looked back and finally took stock. The princess landed with a final flap, walking to them; all stuck in this trap. It wasn’t long until they could see objects pulled from her sack, many of them long, girthy, and quite black.
“What are those?” the pegasus said in a haste, as the princess brought one to her mouth and sampled a taste.
“I’ve got dildos, and butt plugs and vibrators my dears, all of which will be finding your rears. I told you last night that something special was in store, and now I see you’re trapped by a door.”
She came at them with a quick, eager prance, giving them a small opening; now was their chance! They scattered around in whatever space could be found. In the small clubhouse they ran, they dodged and they ducked, but slowly they were all running out of luck.
Ribbons came soaring down from above in her magical grasp, binding the white unicorn in a tight festive clasp. The other two fillies looked in concern, as their friend lifted up and the princess’s true intention they would learn. At least for now the toys she would spare, but her eyes started to gaze all the way down there.
The filly did huff, with a toss and a squirm, but it wasn’t enough as the binds still held firm. The little filly couldn’t even protest as her face erupted in red, with a gentle push from the princess’s wings, her legs started to spread. The filly didn’t know how to feel, when a royal’s desire became all too real. The mare lowered her head and made a kissing face, until it finally landed on that sweet, special place.
She slurped and she slopped, and tried pressing right in, and even with those tight folds, the mare’s tongue was to win. For nothing would stop this innocent, white, virgin feast. Well not any of the others to say the least.
Like drinking from the most delicious fruit, the juices covered her face; her tongue getting much more than a simple taste. With a huff and a puff, the filly could bear it no longer, as that greedy tongue’s licks only became stronger. She finally squealed and moaned like a mare, while her friends watched, only able to stare.
A chuckle came forth as the princess pulled back real quick, departing the filly’s slit with one last little lick. Her fillyhood shivered and quivered as the mare turned her head, setting her sights on the other two who were frozen, just watching their friend. “I have two others to see,” she said with some glee. A toy floated to the unicorn’s backside. “But while I’m gone I hope this can keep you occupied.”
The toy was chrome and was golden, spreading those folds fully open. The filly knew right away that it was one of the vibrating toys, when it came right alive and made that wet, buzzing noise. The mare’s magic slid it all the way down right before she placed the filly on the ground. Now once again the princess finally was free to pick another of the three.
They could see it on her face, the start of another chase.
“You’ll never catch me!” the pegasus shouted confidently, running to a window and trying her luck there, but she didn’t expect the speed of the mare. The filly tried to open the window but couldn’t help but fail, as a shadow loomed over and tugged at her tail.
Tiny legs tried to kick out as Luna licked her hoof wet, but for the princess now, she was completely set.
The apple filly looked on with a weird feeling inside, thinking she hated this, but knowing she lied. She could feel her loin’s burn with a hot little glow, watching her friend getting hoofed down below. The white unicorn’s moans she could certainly hear, while her other orange friend had a hoof in her rear. She looked to a fro as she thought and contemplated; to remain here, or run, where she just might make it?
But she could feel her butt slip, from that slow little drip, as she could smell the sweet scents in the air; a unique one for each of the mares. The unicorn smelt sweet and the pegasus was almost like a summer breeze, while her own reminded her of ripe, fruity trees. The last one of them made her nostrils flare; the princess’s scent was heavy and regal in the air.
It made her think twice about being naughty or nice, but a decision was made, one where she stayed. With a hesitant start, her hooves finally starting moving, feeling a tingle inside that was slowly blooming. The princess noticed her guest and made a small little giggle, while the pegasus never stopped trying to wriggle.
It was hard to not stare with everything on display, and the yellow filly did as she tried to say, “Is this what you meant by a special night? I don’t really know… something doesn’t seem right.”
“What a sweet filly are thee, but it still must be, for you and your friends have made a holiday debt. It will be paid with a lesson that you won’t soon forget.” The princess waved her starry, blue tail and spread out her scent, and only made the filly more and more pent.
She felt that heat and a noticeable itch, growing between her flanks with every little twitch. She was biting her lip as those midnight hips started to sway. No mystery was here; it was all on display. That round, darkened rump and those midnight-blue folds, had a sheen of wetness, glistening like gold. Her lips started to drool, and her fillyhood turned to a pool, but it wasn’t until their eyes finally met, she remembered this holiday fright that she was about to forget.
With a shake of her head, there were things to be said, but she couldn’t deny those strange feeling inside. She wanted to scream, to yell and to fight, but something suggested having a good night. The unicorn moaned with unbridled pleasure, with that buzzing rod buried in her treasure. Even the pegasus stowed her protest, with her rump in the air and the ground touching her chest.
“I don’t want you to, but yet I kind of do. I just don’t know where to start… to play my own part,” the apple filly said and her face started to turn red.
That ethereal tail touched the back of her neck, luring her in to be at the mare’s beck. “I think you should start with something to eat, a taste for the tongue and a delicious treat.” The princess gently guided her forward, between her flanks where the air was getting warmer.
The filly stuck out her tongue as her heart started to race, and those midnight blue folds she could finally taste. It felt hot, warm and wet, as her muzzle finally met, getting pushed right in and having it squish on her chin. The mare’s rump pushed right back and started to ground, until finally she squeaked with a pleasurable sound. “Give it some licks, for that’s what I need,” the princess called out, practically as a plead.
The filly flicked her tongue like a snake and felt the mare’s flanks starting to quake, it only made the princess smile and bite her lip as her hoof inside the pegasus continued to slip.
The orange filly couldn’t help but twitch and to peep, with the princess almost a fetlock deep. It didn’t take long before her pleasurable cries started to rise, and a great torrent of juice was finally set loose. Her wings buzzed like a bee as she screamed out with glee, until one final squeak marked the end of her peak and her head fell to the floor as she huffed. Oh, how she had been stuffed.
The princess finally pulled back and tasted her hoof like a snack, purring in delight with a filly licking her just right. Though, a smirk crested her face with a devious ploy, as out from the bag floated another toy.
But the apple filly was focused and could pay it no mind, as the well-endowed plug floated up from behind. Under her tail it went as it silently floated, until her eyes went wide when it was finally noted. She could finally feel the warm, slippery toy’s presence, pressing against her other, backdoor entrance. She didn’t expect something to touch there, but there was nowhere to go, trapped in this snare.
She could feel it slide through and spread her rear from within, pushing her further into the mare’s wet, naughty pin, and with one final jut it slammed into her butt. Her muzzle trapped, she yelled right inside, feeling that toy stretching her wide.
The princess gasped at the sudden vibrations, but her horn still lit up to start even more naughty ministrations. The bound unicorn was moaning and drooled like a mess, having finished over and over with orgasmic excess. With a magical glow, she was floated closer to a tail of red, dipping right under as it maneuvered her head.
The white filly eyes widened as she went between her friend’s hips, until finally she kissed on the apple filly’s nether lips. It was a surprise to say, but did not cause any dismay. The filly only started to kiss as much as she could; sharing the fun was something she thought she should.
The yellow filly could feel a heat rise inside her like a fire, pressing her flank back with a need that was almost dire. It didn’t help the flames when the princess gave a giggle, grabbing the toy in her rear and making it wiggle. Something inside was starting to rise, but the filly couldn’t hope to expect the delightful surprise. She felt the beating in her chest, as something inside her was starting to crest.
She couldn’t get off this pleasurable ride, feeling her nethers become practically electrified. Until with one final kiss, lick and a shake, it was all too much for the filly to take. Her tunnel clamped around the unicorn’s magical tongue, and she moaned out loud as she euphorically sung. With a torrent it hit and she rained from above, covering her friend with all sorts of love.
It didn’t take long for the three to be on the ground, all huddled up and laying around. With some strength left inside, the apple filly got off the floor, looked to her princess and asked for, “More?” The others slowly nodded, without even being prodded.
Luna started to grin, almost brimming with pride, happy to be their erotic guide. Binds were tossed and the fear they had was lost. Now they were eager to play on this very surprising day. It started with a slow pace, but at the end they all knew their friends’ taste.
The day had been a surprising one of December, with the princess joining in and reaching for a member. The sack tipped over and all the toys had been spilled. It didn’t take long for Luna to ensure all their holes had been filled. She operated like a very lewd conductor; playing each filly and being their naughty instructor. There was a chorus of moans and orgasmic clamour, finishing them off until they could only stammer.
With the new things they learned, they hadn’t been picky; exhausting themselves till everything was sticky. In the end they were all wet, satisfied and sore, cuddling up right up to each other on the floor. By now it was starting to get late, and with many other naughty colts and fillies, she certainly could not wait.
It only took her moments to pack, putting most of the toys back into her sack. She looked back to see the fillies all tried and spent, and with a small grin, up the chimney she went. Off she went into the night, to find naughty ponies and make it right.
Please heed this holiday’s tale, so you don’t find her sneaking under your tail. It might be fun to open presents up too soon, but colts and fillies; you’ll be changing your tune. It is quite naughty, for that I did divulge, but I can see it on your faces the desire to indulge. But don’t fret nor worry, for I have some presents out back, just follow me to my old winter shack.
Author's Note
I’m glad you made it through this interesting story, if the rhyming bothered you, I’ll say sorry (not sorry). I wanted to write this when I asked a simple question that was quite clear, what if all the children were naughty this year? If you liked this please give me a comment, and make me happy to write more content.
But, now this story is done, these words continue to run. I give this rhyming a swap, but right now I can’t get it to stop. It seems to be just my luck and now I am stuck. All the words are sounding like each other and now it is becoming a bother. Please help me and don’t you scoff, but right now I think I can’t turn this off.
