Barley Barrel Fucks Everypony

"Five bits, as agreed upon. Our usual price." Sunny counted out the bits and placed them on the little bedside table. Barley swept them up and deposited them in a small brown pouch that had, up until then, been completely empty. The coin purse of a filly with nothing to save.

"Thanks, Sunny," Barley giggled and swished her tail as she climbed out the window, "see you next week!"

With that, Barley was off, taking to the skies, doing lazy loop-de-loops through the air, dodging tree branches and gazing at the cloud cover above. Without her brother around she wasn't brave enough to dare going that high. Something about being around him brought out courage in Barley.

Thinking of her brother, she thought about their birthday. It was three days from now and she hadn't gotten him anything. Every year Pickle managed to get the best presents for Barley and she fell short of getting him the perfect gift. This year was going to be different. But being a young filly in a small town meant her family didn't have much money, there was little work for a foal, and thus, little ways of saving up allowance or earning enough to buy a present.

After a quick stop at home to shower, Barley headed back out into the streets of Hope Hollow with determination in her eyes. She walked around to what few businesses were left, poking her head in the door, asking the same question every time.

"Got any chores I can do for a couple bits?"

The answer was always no--business was slow enough that they had the time to do everything on their own, money scarce enough that they needed it for themselves.

Barley sighed, dejected, and sat down by the fountain as she thought about her options. She wished more ponies were like Mayor Sunny Skies--upfront about what they wanted, and willing to help out when she needed a few bits. Years ago, what had started with her cleaning up and doing odd jobs at the Mayor's office had quickly turned her into
excuses for the mayor to look at Barley's rump, having her bend over to pick things up, or cleaning hard to reach places. It hadn't taken long for Barley to figure out what Sunny was after: she'd always been a smart, precocious filly. The rest was history.

She watched with idle boredom as a few ponies walked around town going about their business. The jingle of chimes caught her attention off to the side, a pair of mare exiting from the clothing shop and seamstress. She hadn't been in there in ages, normally avoiding anything to do with fashion, girly clothes, or otherwise appearing cutesy. Maybe the shop owner needed help there?

Barley bounded over to the storefront, skipping into the air with a little flutter of her wings and hopped through the front door.

"Be right there!" A familiar voice spoke over the chimes from behind the counter. Barley wandered around the rows of clothing mannequins and fabrics.

"Oh, Barley! Hello there! What can I do for you?" Barley wheeled around to come face-to-face with Kerfuffle, smiling broadly as she stared down at her.

"Hiya Kerfuffle! I was just gonna ask if you needed help around the shop. I'm trying to save up a few bits for a preset from my brother and--"

"Oh, what a swell idea! Why don't you come over here and I could try some of my new designs on you! If you're good and stay still long enough, I'll give you a bit!"

A bit was a pitiful amount in exchange for Barley's dignity, but as the saying went, Beggar's could not be Choosers. Barley hopped onto a small pedestal while Kerfuffle rummaged through a chest next to the counter, grabbing some different bits of fabric and an outfit from a rack. The next thing Barley knew, she was wearing a short red skirt and blouse. It was loose and light, and at the least had holes for her wings.

"Don't you just look like a darling in that! What a cute little mare!" Kerfuffle seemed delighted in her torture. Barley tried to smile, but her heart just wasn't in it.

"Now, just a few more outfits and we can--"

"Actually, Kerfuffle, I don't think I want to do this anymore. I hate wearing dresses. Isn't there something else I can do, like clean around the shop, or..." Barley was already squirming out of the dress and respectfully placed it to the side. Kerfuffle looked dejected.

"And we were just getting started! That's a darn shame, but I suppose if it really bothers you, I'll respect your decision. I'm afraid I don't have anything else for you to do, but a deal's a deal. You can have your bit."

As Kerfuffle walked back to the counter to fetch the coin, Barley felt rotten. She rushed over, nudging at her leg.

"You don't have to do that! I feel awful taking money if I haven't earned it."

"Well..." Kerfuffle paused, eyeing Barley up and down. "I was just about to stop for a break. Would you like to have tea with me?"

The back room of Kerfuffle's shop was crowded and full. One one wall was a small writing desk and worktable for the sewing machine. Another side had an old sofa and coffee table, and the rest of the room had boxes and boxes of supplies, shelves that reached to the ceiling with more boxes, and a small table in the corner where she ate lunch. Barley and Kerfuffle sat on the sofa together, sharing a sandwhich and some tea which, Barley had to admit, wasn't too bad.

They talked about school and what Barley wanted to do when she was grown up--a Wonderbolt, obviously--until the topic came back to her brother, Pickle.

"I wanted to get him the best present ever." Barley explained. "He always gets me a great present. But I'm no good at it. This year I want to be the one to get the best gift!"

"And how close are you to saving up?"

"Well, I'm still a little short. I have some from our parents and what Sunny gave me."

"You mean Mayor Sunny Skies? I didn't know he paid you to be his assistant?"

Barley hesitated, her eyes glanced around the room.

"Well, it's mostly a secret and Pickle doesn't know."

"And what do you do for him?" Kerfuffle pressed politely, her interest piqued.

"Mostly help organize and, uh...dust?"

"Oh really? I was just there last week and that place is as dusty as ever! Plus Petunia does most of his organizing. Does he pay you to do nothing?"

Barley was trapped and she knew it. She paused for a long while, knowing she was being caught in a fib that wasn't well crafted.

"Well...no..."

Kerfuffle reached out, her voice changed to a different tone, one that was lower in tone and almost...lusty.

"He pays you to join him in the hotel once a week, doesn't he?"

"...How did you--" Barley blanched, eyes wide. Was she in trouble?

"Don't worry, Barley, your secret is safe with me. I figured it out when I noticed the Mayor wasn't in his office the same time every week. At first I thought he was visitin' Petunia until I ran into her in the market. Then I saw you flying around the hotel, and well...it wasn't hard to piece together."

Barley just nodded slowly, relieved that she wouldn't tell, but also terrified that it had been so easy for somepony to spot. A hoof on her back caught her attention.

"How much does he pay you, Barley?" She asked gently.

"Five bits. Sometimes six." She mumbled quietly, avoiding her gaze. She felt a little ashamed, avoiding eye contact.

"So, if I pay you five bits to help save up for your present, you'll...let me do things to you, too?" Kerfuffle swallowed nervously and Barley blinked in confusion. She had been prepared for a lecture, but this was the opposite of what she'd been expecting! A grin flashed on the filly's muzzle, and she nodded.

"Well, for five bits...sure! You can do whatever you want!" Barley flashed a toothy grin and relaxed back into the cushions. Kerfuffle was quiet, but Barley could feel her gaze over her young body, a heat rising in her cheeks as she stared. Barley obliged and spread her hind legs a little.

"Do you, uh...do this sorta thing often? Other than with Mayor Sunny, that is," Kerfuffle leaned over, and in a final moment of bravery that Barley felt like she had waited forever for, put a hoof on one of Barley's legs.

"Naah. Just when I need the bits," Barley stated plainly, eyes watching the mare curiously, sparkling with mischief. She squirmed in place just enough to cause Kerfuffle's hoof to slide down a little more, properly cupping her thigh now.

Kerfuffle gulped, eyes gazing down to where her hoof was, and Barley spread her legs even further. She knew that Kerfuffle could absolutely see her fillyhood by now, and though Ponies were naked all the time it was certainly having an effect.

They made eye contact and Barley smiled.

"It's okay. You can touch me," Barley whispered, trying to appear as cute and innocent as possible, but in reality was waiting in desperate anticipation.

She didn't have to wait long for the mare to oblige, hoof dipping between Barley's thighs and feeling her hot mound, pressing the frog of her hoof against her petals. Kerfuffle rubbed in a small circle, biting her lip as she toyed with the soft, young and supple flesh, prying about her folds to peek at her pink flesh underneath.

Barley stifled a gasp and this seemed to earn Kerfuffle some confidence, and the mare became more deliberate in her touching. Barley spread her legs as wide as she could, and Kerfuffle leaned over to gaze upon her young sex. It was now glistening in anticipation.

Prying apart her folds, Kerfuffle leaned further over and took a whiff of the air. She visibly shuddered.

"Gosh, that's a cute pussy," Kerfuffle remarked, mostly to herself. She absentmindedly licked her lips and Barley bucked her hips.

"C'mon," urged Barley, "stop teasing and get it over with!" This earned a wicked grin and a nod of understanding. Kerfuffle's hoof dipped between Barley's leg and she began to rub around more deliberately, brazenly and openly rubbing the filly off. She leaned toward Barley's face, a moment of eye contact shared that spoke enough unwritten language that gave Kerfuffle enough courage to close the distance and lock lips.

They shared an intimate kiss, muzzles pressed against each other, despite the size difference, tongues darting forth to intertwine in the middle. Barley, fuelled by the passion of lust and the hoof that was rubbing her so erratically and lustfully between her legs, and Kerfuffle, aroused beyond any experience in her life as she played out her ultimate fantasy.

Kerfuffle's free hoof began rubbing up and down the filly's side. Barley was obedient, keeping her thighs pressed around the hoof and grinding against it. Her scent filled the air--the scent of aroused filly. Sticky, clear juices coated Kerfuffle's hoof. The mare pulled it back, broke their erotic kiss, and without breaking eye contact, lapped the sticky hoof clean.

Barley panted as she watched with rosey cheeks as the mare licked her juices off her hoof. Her legs were still spread wide. Kerfuffle winked at her before climbing off the sofa to sit on her haunches on the floor in front of the sofa and Barley. She perched herself between the filly's legs, the elevation of the sofa just enough that if the mare leaned forward and tilted her muzzle in the right way...

With a muzzle pressed between her legs, wet smacks and slurps filling the room, Barley squeaked and groaned. Hooves held onto Kerfuffle's head instinctively, hips starting to grind against her. That wonderful, sloppy, wet tongue had wormed itself between her delicate lower lips and into her honeypoy, now hungrily lapping out of her therein.

"Eeeek!" squealed Barley, both hooves on Kerfuffle's head, "K-kerfuffffle! Oh goooosh!"

But the mare didn't let up, her expert tongue lashing about, driving up along her clit, pressing against all the right spots. She knew how to please a mare being one herself. She was showing Barley world's of pleasure the filly never thought possible being with only stallions.

The air was filled with the sound of slurping and lapping until Kerfuffle shifted her muzzle over the budding filly nub and wrapped her lips around it. Using her tongue she lashed at it, slipping it in at it's widest point inside of the filly's opening repeatedly, slurping on that throbbing filly clit.

With a loud moan Barley came, hips clenched around Kerfuffle's head, squeezing her in place as she squirted onto her muzzle, once, twice, and then she collapsed.

But Kerfuffle didn't stop.

When the filly thought she'd had enough, Kerfuffle was still hungrily driving away at Barley's clit. Her filly nub throbbed and spasmed and she tightened her hold again.

"K-kerfuffle! Ahhh...Kerfuffle I already...Oh!" Despite her exhaustion or the fact that she'd clearly gotten off already twice, Barley squealed out louder than before, cumming harder than ever, and coating Kerfuffle with a third, and final, orgasm.

She collapsed in a heap and lay down, her vision heavy and blurry. Kerfuffle finished cleaning her off before rising back up, laying on the sofa with a wing around the tired and exhausted filly.

"You're a big squirter, y'know that?" Kerfuffle giggled, "I wasn't sure you were gonna cum like that at your age...but wow!"

Barley mumbled in response, her head laying against Kerfuffle's side. She was barely staying awake after such a powerful orgasm. Kerfuffle pulled her tighter into a cuddle, pressing Barley to her chest.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Kerfuffle stroked her mane, a hint of worry in her voice. Barley, despite being fatigued, rolled her eyes.

"Nuh uh, of course not. I'm a big filly."

"Of course you are. My mistake." A hoof stroked Barley's mane.

As much as Kerfuffle wanted to stay, the mare had little time to spare. She pried herself out from the cuddle and draped a blanket over Barley's small, sleeping body. When the filly awoke, a small hoof-full of change was waiting for her on a table, along with a muffin for a snack. Barley placed the change into her coin purse, grabbed the muffin in her muzzle, and trotted out the back door.