One Frilly Filly Stick...
“So when does your mom get home?” I asked while doodling on the page with a dark blue pencil crayon.
Tulip Swirl didn’t even look up as she fitted more beads to the necklace she was working on. “I think they’ll be back later tonight after work. They didn’t really say much, just not to burn the place down cause they’re working late.”
I shrugged. We had some crackers and candies to munch on while we drew, so dinner wasn’t even a concern really. Though, her mom did say she was cooking up a secret dessert tonight for their sleepover, so looks like that was getting pushed till later tonight as well.
“How do you like it, Kettle?” she asked as she did up the ends of the necklace and held it in her hoof. It was mostly fitted with red, pink, and purple beads with a few of the larger shell-shaped ones that came with the kit.
“How about mine?” I asked, holding up my half-finished dolphin and the two of us giggled.
Tulip jumped to her hooves, dropping the necklace to the floor. “Oh! You know what we should do?” she asked as I tilted my head. “We should have a drawing competition to see who can draw the best!”
“Great idea!” I said with a smile as I grabbed at some of the scattered pencil crayons, getting first dibs on some of the best colours.
“But not with those!” she said with a shake of her hoof. “I have something else we can use, I’ll show you!” She trotted over to her chest of art supplies and lifted out another box. It looked new and shiny, like the plastic wrap had just been taken off not long ago. “Mom got these for me! A whole set with more colours than all of the rainbows!”
I gasped as she opened the lid, showing the treasure of colours inside. “You weren’t kidding,” I said as I grabbed for one of the green ones. These were almost as thin as the pencil crayons, but the entire outside was covered in a soft gel for extra drawy grippyness. The whole thing matched the green colour and popping the cap on the top released the faint apple scent from within.
My eyes widened as I practically stuck the end in my nose to take a deep breath. “You got the smell felts too?!” I said in surprise as I took another whiff of the enticing, chemical scent.
“Yup! Mom said these were for my Birthday, but I could have them early anyways,” she said as she put the box on the ground and grabbed a handful of colours before sitting down beside one of the empty pages strewn about throughout the room.
“Lucky! I only got a paintbrush set this year,” I said as I sat down, grabbing one of the brown felts, smelling the delicious root beer scent before starting with the trunk of a tree. “I’m drawing a tree.”
“I’m drawing an alien,” Tulip quickly answered back as she furiously drew along the page.
The trunk was thin. I stared to get all the branches out as a good base. The felts felt so nice; a thin tip for accurate drawing and they didn’t just blot as soon as you pressed down like cheaper ones; these felt almost professional.
Once that was done, only the leaves were left. I reached for the needed felt but Tulip had snatched it right before my eyes. “Hey!”
She looked at me, the felt, and my drawing before clutching it close. “You don’t need purple for a tree.”
I huffed and shook my head. “It’s a lilac tree. I need it!” I stretched out my hoof, hoping for it back.
She just sat down and started drawing. “You can have it when I’m finished. I just need it to colour their bodies.”
I plopped down again, watching and waiting for her to finish. However, there was a lot of body in those aliens to fill in. Why’d purple have to be the main part of both of ours?
Though, the longer I watch her with the purple, gel-lined felt in her mouth, the more it brought back a memory of a certain purple, gel-filled object from home. I snickered suddenly.
Tulip curiously looked up and my face warmed with a small blush. “What?” she asked with a confused look.
I pointed with my hoof. “That kind of looks like a mini-version of one of Mom’s toys,” I said with an added snort, but could still feel my face heating up at the silliness. “It’s not for colouring, but it’s this strange thing I found in Mom’s closet.”
I gasped a little bit, realizing how I broke a rule just by talking about it. “Oh no! I can’t tell you about that. Mom said not to tell anypony about it!” I gave a hesitant smile. “C-can you not tell anypony about this either?”
Tulip nodded. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anypony!” she said reassuringly, but her eyes glanced down at the felt in her mouth and dropped it onto the page to inspect it. “What do you mean they aren’t for colouring? What else would your mom’s toys be used for?”
I glanced around the room and leaned over to whisper into her ear. I knew we were the only ones in the house, but nopony needed to know this secret. “She says they’re toys for adults,” I said simply before asking, “did you know they go inside her?”
I sat back down with a blush on my face and giggled softly.
Tulip just tilted her head, before crimson started to pierce her pink fur. “You mean like… inside her butt?”
“Yea!” I blurted out and started chuckling harder, before shaking my head, “W-well… not actually, I don’t think, but close.” I glanced down between my legs for a second. “They’d go in her um… special place.”
“They do?!” Tulip asked with a flutter of her wings as she stood up.
“Yup!” I nodded and grabbed the purple felt to look at it; the gel seemed kind of similar to the floppy plastic that Mom’s toy was made of. I nibbled on the middle of it; very similar. However, the grape scent was much different than the way her toy smelt. “It’s pretty close… but these are way tinier compared to the thing my mom had. That thing was as big as my hoof!”
“Are you sure?” Tulip asked skeptically, glancing back at her rump like she wanted to discreetly take a peak without me watching. “I don’t think that’s how ponies work.”
“No, it’s true! I can show you!” I blurted out quickly before continuing, “want to see who can fit the most?”
“Like the gummy bear game? Gooey gummy bears?” Tulip asked again and flexed her jaw a little, probably remembering how it felt having a few dozen of the tiny treats in there while trying to talk.
“Pretty much like that, except I’m going to win this time!” I countered, sticking out my tongue but she just did the same. Though, her face changed when I grabbed a hoofful of the felts from the box. “Now turn around and let me show you.”
Tulip paused for a moment before reluctantly turning halfway as I walked around to meet her rump. The filly’s teal coloured tail was pressed tightly between her pink flanks. She looked back at me, biting her lip a little.
I grabbed the soft hairs of her tail and encouraged it to move to the side, though the sight underneath made me pause. We could see under ponies’ tails all the time – this was nothing new – but this was much closer than I had even been before.
From her tail, right down to her two perky teats, her fur was a darker pink. The filly’s slit was the same shade of colour but there was a small crevice going through the middle; it looked like two lips squishing against each other as tightly as they could. Above that, her tailhole looked almost round enough to be a perfect circle.
“Umm… are you ok?” Tulip asked hesitantly as I shook myself from my stupor.
“Y-yea! Fine… just… I never saw back here like this before.” I gulped down some of the saliva building in my mouth and stroked her flank and tail to keep it pushed to the side; her rump shivered ever so slightly. “It looks… nice?”
Her head dipped a little, almost like she was choking on the words. “T-thanks,” she finally uttered out.
I sat down and grabbed one of the red felts, bring it over to poke at her bits with end of the handle. Something was supposed to go in here, but finding the right spot was going to be half the challenge... and I was pretty sure that it wasn’t going to be the butt… that just seemed even weirder. Her lower lips squished in a little and the faintest line of bright pink peaked out from in the middle.
The end of the felt stroked between her folds, touching against the pink inside her; Tulip’s hindlegs quickly readjusted themselves as soon as it made contact. “Oh… here it is…” I said as I pushed against her soft insides more until it suddenly sunk in.
“One frilly, filly stick…” I said as it found its way and slipped inside almost up to the cap. I grabbed one of the blue colours and wiggled it in beside the first one. “Two frilly, filly sticks…”
Tulip shifted a bit more and her wings were spread out on either side. “Ahh… hehe, t-that tickles…” she softly giggled out as I slid a third one in.
“Three frilly, filly sticks.” I let go of it and looked at her curiously. “Does it? Ready to give up?” She quickly stopped nodding as soon as I asked that pointed question.
“Keep going,” she said as she rolled her hips a little, trying to get comfortable with the new feeling. “I can fit way more than this!”
I smirked a little and started going after more colours, slowly sliding them in one by one. Her grip on these was starting to tighten; it was only a matter of time before no more would fit. “Seven frilly, filly sticks…”
Tulip audibly gulped as the last one slid in. In a flash her tail shot back down, slapping my hoof out of the way as she spun around. “O-ok! Now you!” she quickly stammered.
A smirk crossed my face, knowing that it was close to the end for her, but it slowly fell as she started picking out the felts, the ones that were going to go inside... me...
My tail felt a whole lot heavier as it sunk upon my yellow flanks the same way hers did, but I couldn’t let her see that. With all the will I could muster, I rose it up as high as I could get it. “I’m all ready for it!” I said, pointing my rump right at her, flicking my pink, two-toned tail to the side and watching as she, more than eagerly, trotted over.
I couldn’t see her face as she paused up close to me, fidgeting with the felt in her hood as if she just completely spaced out. I flicked my tail over and my blue bow tapped her in the face. “You can take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
Tulip huffed as she grabbed one of the felts, bringing it up until it poked against those lower lips. I couldn’t help but gulp at the weird feeling of somepony touching there. My eyes quickly snapped forward, looking straight over to the nearby wall as she pressed around and everything changed.
“O-oh~” I breathed out as the end pressed in a bit deeper and touched against the unexplored tunnel within. The strange sensation had my tail flicking out in reflex and slapping against Tulip’s face.
“H-hey! Watch it,” she said with a hoof flailing out, trying to combat the unruly tail.
“S-sorry…” I said softly as I moved it off to the side again and tried focusing on keeping it there, hoping it wouldn’t snap back as she pushed the felt in deeper. These weren’t that big, but it seemed like the thin felt was practically halfway down my belly; the thing felt much bigger on the inside.
“One frilly, filly stick…” she called out and grabbed for another one.
I chuckled nervously as she lined up another between my folds, centering it right in the middle before sinking it down. My haunches were starting to heat up and my fillyhood felt all weird and tingly. One had been fine, but two was already starting to gently stretch against those pink, tunnel walls inside me. At least I thought they’d be pink, but I wasn’t going to ask Tulip right now.
“Two frilly, filly sticks…” she said again as I panted out. “You going to give up yet?”
I shook my head as she stuck a third one in. “N-n-nooo~” I mumbled out. It was quite distracting to talk as she went for more of them, aiming and inserting a fourth in no time. “I… I can take more than you!”
“Five frilly, filly sticks…”
I had to shut my eyes as the sixth went in. The stretch vaguely felt the same as stretching a hoof out, but yet nothing like it. It was down in my belly and I could feel it clenching on the bundle tighter, rhythmically, almost like it was trying to milk the colour right from it.
I shifted my legs as she aimed the seventh one and pushed it in. She sounded like she was using a bit more force to wiggle it inside. It felt so tight as it stretched just that much more. My walls felt like they were at their limits; there was no way one more was going to fit... but I had to do it. “O-one more…” I muttered as I put my head down and softly bit onto my hoof.
She obliged.
My eyes were shut, but I could feel the gel-lined length wedging between the others. The twisting she did had my hindlegs shivering and trying to squish closed. It felt weird, like she was tickling deep inside me… well, I guess she was doing exactly that. The itch had me squirming around and she had her hoof on my rump to try and steady the whole thing.
“Eight frilly, filly sticks…” she said and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
My eyes open and I blinked in relief as I got up and carefully spun around. My hooves felt like they were half made of jelly. I gulped to try and calm myself before finally looking over at her with a smirk; I had her beat. “H-heh… s-see… easy! I have more than you.”
My smile faded when she smirked right back. “For now…” she said as she turned around and presented her stuffed fillyhood to me once more. It looked on the edge of straining with the seven felts inside her, but much to my dismay, her filly lips looked ready to accommodate more.
I waddled over as well as I could, but luckily my tunnel seemed to relax the longer they were inside, though it wasn’t much. Grabbing another colour, I brought it towards her before noticing something different. “You’re drooling back here,” I said with a bit of a chuckle as I poked the hanging rope of liquid with the end of the felt. It certainly didn’t seem like pee, this was much more vicious.
“Huh…” Tulip said, pausing a little to think. “Well, I guess I can’t really close my lips. It’s only saliva right?”
“I think so,” I said back with a bit of a shrug. It seemed kind of similar I guess, though it did give off a flowery scent similar to her namesake.
I poked the new felt in the middle of the bundle and surprisingly it slipped right in. Even though she was clamping tightly onto the bundle inside her, the glistening liquid made it super slippery.
“E-eight frilly, filly sticks…” I said with a nervous gulp as I lined up the next one and started to push in.
I could feel my heart sink as it barely took anymore effort to get this one in. “Nine frilly, filly sticks…” I said in defeat. She had won and there was no way I’d be getting more inside me; even now it felt like a lot.
Her rump pressed towards me and her back arched as the next one went in. “O-ooooo~” she called out in a long moan as it finally set into place. “O-one more.”
The last one was another shade of purple; appropriate for the final piece. I grabbed her rump with one hoof and lined up the end of the felt with the others. Her wings stiffly fluttered as it started to sink in. Her back arched hard and her forelegs looked like they were about to falter, but she stood strong and let out an adorable squeak when the last one was in place.
“Eleven frilly, filly sticks!” I said happily as we set the new record. She looked back at me with half-lidded eyes before smiling and we both started to giggle. I turned half way around and shook my rump at her, showing off my new tail.
“Hehe, we’re magical unicorns now with our butt horns!” she squeaked out as she waved her rump in the air.
My eyes lit up as I looked at her. “Wait! I have an idea!” I quickly jumped back over to her, grabbing onto each of the felts and popping off the caps. She looked at me quizzically before I held up as sheet of paper. “Now try drawing on this!”
“Ok!” she giggled as she backed up into me until the tips met paper. She bit her tongue as she looked back, moving her rump side to side, trying to draw a new masterpiece. It took a few moments and I had to press the paper into the felts to get it to work right, but it worked!
“You made a rainbow!” I said at the eleven shades of colours drawn in circles and lines all over; abstract art as the professionals would say. I dropped the paper to the ground and spun my rear at her, “Do me! Do me!”
The caps fell to the carpet as she undid them one by one until there were seven more strewn all about amongst the others. I quickly stuck my rump out at the nearest sheet of paper, crouching down awkwardly until I felt them press in. The tingles came again when I wiggled the ends back and forth along the paper, making it hard to concentrate on drawing no matter how hard I tried to focus. The butterfly I was making maybe looked like it from a distance… and if you told the pony looking what it was first.
Tulip had already gone through a few papers with the same abstract theme she was going for. She finally stood up with a huff and stretched out her hindlegs. “Hey, Kettle, can you take these out now? It’s feeling real uncomfortable.”
I looked up from my attempted works of art and nodded. As much as my fillyhood had relaxed, I could only take that full, stretched out feeling for so long too, and she had almost twice the amount! I grabbed onto the whole bundle and immediately her wings flared right back up. She breathed hotly as they started to come out slowly, but it felt like she was clamping onto them tight.
“Stop grabbing them.”
Her one foreleg gave out and her chest almost went crashing to the floor. “I… I can’t help it!” she panted out and squeezed her eyes closed. “Nnnya~!” she squeaked out as I finally wiggled the bundle free, leaving her panting and her rump stuck into the air. I caught a glimpse of pink all the way down inside, but those walls squeezed back into place in moments, leaving the tiniest of gaps between her two filly lips.
“Wow… you drooled over all of these,” I said, turning around and presenting my rump to her as I inspected the bundle. They were absolutely soaked in that clingy fluid. The flowery scent was strong and filled the room; it smelt enticing, like Mom was making up a garden lunch with nothing but flowers.
My eyes suddenly widened and I felt everything tighten up the moment her hoof grabbed my rump for leverage. “A-ahhhh~” I panted out as the filling colours came sliding out. I wiggled my rump around and the emptiness felt almost as foreign as the utter fullness had been.
“You goo’d these up pretty good yourself,” Tulip said as she held the bundle in her hoof and… did she sniff it?! My cheeks heated up at that for some reason. It just felt odd to know she was sniffing something like that. “You smell like the fair.”
I blushed and was about to say something before my eyes widened again. I shifted my rump to make sure but could still feel something inside, something deeper than the others had been. “U-uhh... T-Tulips…” I stuttered. “How many of those are in your hoof?”
“Seven, why?” she said before her eyes went wide as well. The sticky felts clattered to the ground as she rushed over and pushed my tail to the side.
I lowered my front half and stuck my rump high into the air to try and give her the best view possible. I could still feel it in there, pressing against my walls as I moved around. Her hooves touched against my slit, carefully parting the lips and gingerly reaching into the hole. She wiggled the tip of her hoof around, pressing it in slowly, but it was way thicker than I could handle; she might as well have tried putting every felt in the box inside me first. That might have been more successful.
“I can feel it! Just… a little more…” she said as she kept pressing, trying to widen the tiniest of holes.
“T-too big!” I finally shouted out, shaking my rump around to get her hoof out.
She plopped down behind me in a huff, rubbing her chin and staring right at my slit in the deepest of thoughts.
“So… are we going to have to tell your mom about this?” I said hesitantly, looking back at her, hoping for answers. I gulped a little more. “Or have to tell my mom?”
“No…” she said with a shake of her head. “I think I have an idea.”
I watched again as she slipped behind my tail and out from view. My eyes widened and a shiver went down my spine as I felt her warm breath between my flanks, blowing right over my fillyhood. I tried raising my tail a little more to let her have full access, but it quickly snapped back and forth when I felt her tongue poking right into me.
“Eep!” I squeaked and dropped my head down to the floor. This felt so much different to one of those colours. Her tongue was hot, fueling the warmth already rising on my flanks. The wetness down below seemed to mix with her saliva, making it feel incredibly damp down there. I had never expected her to have her tongue in inside me today, but here we were.
She grabbed my rump with one hoof and pressed me back. “O-ooh~” I moaned out, feeling those odd tingles coming back with a vengeance inside my belly. I could feel my inner walls squeeze around her tongue and could hear her squeak out in surprise every time; but that did not stop her.
Tulip stuck her muzzle in as far as she could go, sticking her tongue in deep, wiggling and twisting it in ways I couldn’t even focus on. I could hear her gulp every so often, sounding like she was eating the juiciest of fruits right now and desperately needed to get everything down. I never noticed it before, but right now her tongue felt very long.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I pressed my rump into her. It felt so strange, yet so nice; I almost forgot why she had her tongue all the way inside me in the first place. There was a glow in my belly that seemed to get bigger and bigger, taking my focus, making my breaths shallow and quick. I couldn’t help but roll my hips, instinctively grinding against her muzzle to get just a little bit more.
Everything came crashing down as soon as she pulled back. My rump followed her but missed entirely, sending me to the ground in a hot, panting heap. I looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. She looked so triumphant with one of the purple felts hanging from her lips. Her muzzle and fur halfway up to her eyes looked completely soaked in my juices, but it didn’t look like it bothered her in the slightest.
“I got it!” she said cheerfully and tossed it near the others.
My face probably had a hundred different emotions on it as my brain tried to catch up with my body. My hindlegs were squirming, squeezing my thighs together to try and keep the tingles from dissipating. “T-thanks,” I managed to get out, barely being able to catch my breath.
“No worries! That’s what friends are for.” She started going around, grabbing the caps and matching them to their specific felts.
I frowned as I watched her clean. Her focus seemed to be thrown completely away from what we just did together. As she wandered around, I could see the darkened trails of wetness running down her inner thighs; it didn’t look like it was even a thought now for her.
I pressed a hoof on my belly, squeezing a little tighter at the strange sensations still pulsed every so often. Tulip had pretty much cleaned up the felts from our impromptu game and wiped off the excess on the carpet. I was glad that stretching game was finished, but there was something else that I wanted to continue.
“H-hey… Tulip?” I asked sheepishly as she finished closing the box. “D-do… do you think you can try that again? Pretending one of those is lost in me again?” I lifted one of my legs for her, showing of my fillyhood in hopes that she’d just jump back down to it.
Her head tilted in confusion and my heart started to sink. Did I say something wrong? Was that a bad idea now that I wasn’t in danger? My leg lowered a little in worry as she made her way over, looking between me and the hot spot begging for attention.
“You want me to reach in there again with my tongue?”
I brought my hooves into my chest and slowly nodded. “Mmhm,” I mumbled affirmatively, looking at her with desperation; I wanted her to touch me there.
“Ok,” she said with a small shrug. My heart soared as she moved closer and laid down between my legs as I rolled onto my back. She looked between me and my fillyness below, but there was something more on her face. She had a small smirk as she licked her lips, looking curious, excited, and… hungry? It felt like I had a storm of butterflies flapping inside my tummy with the way she looked at me.
Her hot breath washed over my slit as she got close enough to kiss it. “I-it’s deep in there,” I said hesitantly, wanting this game of pretend to last.
She just giggled a little and pressed the tip of her tongue into me. I could feel that hot appendage slip inside and wiggle around, rubbing against my walls with reckless abandon. My legs squeezed around her head, squishing her in that much more. It only seemed to encourage her further as she pushed her muzzle in, reaching her tongue into those lovely inner depths.
Her hooves hooked around my legs, giving her the needed leverage. “O-oh... oh… oh~” I panted out, bucking my hips into her and squishing her head in tight. I could feel something in my belly growing again, that glow building up the more we did this. I didn’t know where we were going, but for some odd reason I was sure we were both happy to be doing this.
I could even hear her quietly moan out as she slurped and gulped down the constant flow of juice running out between my legs. I squeezed my eyes tight and grinded hard against her muzzle. The glow was growing, the tingles were too much, I was…
“Nnnyahh~!” I squealed out. My hips jerked back and forth as my entire body clenched up. A flood of warmth filled my body and a torrent of wetness came splashing out from below. I could barely keep my eyes open, watching Tulip look up in surprise as the wetness filled her mouth and sprayed all over her face.
My legs were weak and she easily pulled away, coughing after getting that wet surprise down the wrong hole. The wild spray calmed down and the warm glow relaxed, spreading out along my body from head to hoof. My head flopped back onto the carpet as I lazily looked up to the ceiling, not caring that I was being blinded by the light.
“Hehe, that was weird. You like blew up all suddenly down there. It’s everywhere,” she said, trying to hold back the giggles as much as possible. I looked over just in time to see her with a hoof in her mouth. “And pretty tasty too!”
“Ooooooh, Tulip!” I moaned out as I laid there in this wonderful afterglow. “Oh that was so good. It felt so good to do that. You just… mmmm.” I said as I flopped back down. She giggled a bit more before I suddenly shot up with renewed vigor. “You have to try it!”
That caught her interest. She put her hoof down and wandered over. “You want to put your tongue in me and make me explode?”
I paused for a moment, before nodding earnestly. She did it for me; I’d certainly do it for her; especially since she smelt so good down there as well. I was already dampening my lips in anticipation, but she was looking elsewhere.
“You know… I kind of liked the felts as well, but…” she quickly trotted over to her painting supplies, grabbing one of the thick handled brushes. “Do you think you could try this instead?” she said with a hesitant look on her face, the same one that I probably had when I asked.
“You bet!” I cheered as I jumped to my hooves and headed right over, grabbing the brush and eagerly watching as she presented her rear. The trail of wetness was surprisingly longer, reaching all the way down to her hooves. There was another line of juice hanging from her slit, threatening to drop off at any time and stain the floor.
I took some liberty with her instructions and leaned forward, catching the end of that string with my tongue and following it up till I made contact. I could feel that heat against my tongue and it radiating against my face; it felt so warm, so welcoming. The flavour lit up my taste buds with an inviting tang mixed in heavily with flowers; I have to try taking a bite of some fresh, market flowers to find a similar taste.
I could hear her squeak out softly as I flicked right off of her mound. Her hips pressed back and the tiny hole widened up as a pink dot came poking through her lips.
What was that? I tried to get a closer look, but she was already wiggling her rump at me. “P-put it in… p-please,” she tried asking as politely as she could right now, like the delay was practically killing her.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts; another mystery for another time. I lifted the brush up and lined it against that opening. The thing was actually pretty big, maybe even seven or eight of those felts in comparison; I may have been able to put this in myself if it was.
She pushed back, getting the tip of it inside her just enough that she cooed out in delight. I slid it in more and her lips parted, eagerly accepting the thick brush. I tried wiggling it from side to side, but even if she could fit way more than me, her tunnel held on tight, barely letting it move.
Sliding it back and forth was a lot easier. Her walls still tried holding onto it, struggling desperately to keep it inside, but it didn’t stop me. “O-oh… l-like that... just like that,” she moaned out, clearly finding something that she enjoyed.
I could only oblige and focus on sliding it up and down her tunnel. Her legs shook and naughty wet sounds slipped out when she gripped on too hard. It was actually kind of cute and this was starting to get pretty fun!
Her back legs were locked and she moved rhythmically with the handle, meeting my hoof with a wet kiss each time and slapping against the lower part of her tummy. On closer inspection, I could notice her dock twitching up, sending a ripple down her tail when it got too much.
I leaned my head against her rump, watching it slide in and out of her, completely soaked in her juices. I kind of wanted to dive right in, but she sounded like she was having the time of her life right now, like she was close and was going to pop any second.
Her moans were filling the room and her rear was only providing so much of a cushion every time she pressed back, but this was amazing to watch. The wonderful glow inside me seemed to reignite at the sight.
“O-oh... K-Ket… Kettle~!” she squeaked out before going rigid and thrusting back with enough force to bounce my cheek off hers. I wiggled the brush back and forth as fast as I could as she stood there frozen and her wings flared straight out. The wet sliding sound became louder as her tunnel flooded and liquid came rushing out in small spurts.
I squinted as it sprayed out wildly, going in every direction possible; this brush doing little to stop it. I was glad to get her to finish, my hoof was starting to get tired and I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to keep it up, but I kept going strong. I slid it in and out till the fountain stopped and long, deep pants started as she slowly slumped down to the floor.
“Mmmmm… y-you were right Kettle… s-so right…” she moaned out as she basked in that wonderful feeling.
I couldn’t help but get a taste of the handle, licking along the sides like a delicious popsicle; only this was so much better. I flopped back down beside her as well, tossing the brush to the side as we got closer. She twitched as soon as she felt my hoof around her, like the fur practically jolted her.
Her hooves met mine as we pulled each other in for a hug. It felt so nice, so comforting to be held like this. This felt special, bonding us together in something that I couldn’t even begin to describe.
Even if I lost the competition, I think the both of us won today.
Author's Note
I hope you enjoyed this quick, little story I made after getting some inspiration from our unique conversations over at Rocket.Foal.Party. If you enjoyed reading, please let me know in the comments, or if there are any error please PM me to get them fixed right away!
