Cozy Glow's Pussy

by Scout Feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Cozy Glow, Sex
Length: 1959

An exploration of a little foal's anatomy and how she deals with it.

An exploration of a filly's anatomy. Inspired by FearingFun: 2039888 and 2171393

A cute, precocious little filly has an aching little problem between her legs. It's wet, dripping, and quivering. What does she do about it? How does she fix it? To whom does she turn for help?

This contains foalcon--underage little fillies. I don't know how much clearer I can spell that out for you.
Also Elephants. Maybe. Read to the end and find out, if you dare.

Published 2019-10-19 06:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-10-19 06:40:02 UTC

An exploration of filly anatomy.

Cozy Glow's pussy was sopping wet.

It wasn't usually like this, at least not unprovoked, but today it was aching something fierce.

Her fillyhood, that is to say, the private no-touching place between her legs, felt like it was burning. The parts of her anatomy that made fillies different from colts. Pink, puffed-up ridges of flesh that formed a tight oval around the opening between thighs, nestled below the perky ponut beneath her tail.

Bare skin exposed to the sun with her tail raised just right, flagged up high as if it were to reach the heavens. Tufts of light pink fur bordering around it. Two fleshy lips, engorged and quivering, set perfect between two tightly set thighs and on her small, perky rump.

Her rump, shapely and firm to the touch, with a little give thanks to the healthy cushion of her youthful curves. And then a little extra a result of her love of pastries and insatiable sweet tooth.

Her firmly-set fillyhood between supple flanks had a sweet tooth of their own. Cravings and desires; aching needs. They begged to be touched.

Cozy Glow set herself against her frilly pillows and spread her legs, stretching her plump thighs to expose her sticky folds to the cool autumn air that drifted in through the window. Placing her forehoof against her stomach, she rubbed her belly in slow, methodical circles, letting the anticipation of impending contact edge her on.

Her hoof drifted downward and below, following the curves of her thighs, snaking down between her legs. From the mirror across the room, she watched herself, admiring the plump filly nethers staring up at her and how they glistened and drooled, her aroused filly juices pooling down at the base of her tail.

Her breath hitched as her hoof slipped over the curve of her mound. She cupped the frog of her hoof around her engorged lips, mashed them together and pulled them apart. In the mirror, she could see little glimpses of fleshy bits underneath, pink canals and dripping walls that smacked together with each ministration, little strings of juices breaking and dripping from the roof of her sopping, messing filly parts.

She dipped her hoof and stroked from the bottom, near to soaked dock, and rubbed along her labia all the way up to the top in a slow rub, feeling the give and take of her entrance, how it pulled back at her touch, where it stayed tight and firm when she pressed too hard. Her hoof crossed along the tip of a little bulb hidden below her little filly folds; her clitoris.

Her cunny throbbed and her clit pulsated, quivered and winked so strongly she shook. Her walls, those muscly chambers inside her clenched hard and her little nub was pushed forward and out, the tip of her sensitive button exposed to the cool air of the room.

She watched in fascination through the mirror, tilting her hoof so she could see herself wink, stroking again to tease it out once more. Each time, her body lurched and she arched her back a little more, biting her lip to force back a moan. It was all she could do to keep from screaming out.

Tilting her head to the side she bit into her pillow, deciding enough was enough. Her hoof dove in, pressing between those soaked-up, tender lips and spreading them, if only a little. She dug into her aching honeypot, just at the surface, for her cunny was much too small to accommodate the whole hoof and clawed at her hungry clit. She winked hard and she swore that her hungry filly snatch was going to take her whole hoof, but none of it went inside.

Years ago, when a foal at school had told her about the experience of rubbing between her legs, Cozy had rushed home to try it. Then a much younger filly, she'd plopped herself into her bed the moment she was home, wiggled her hoovesies beneath the covers, and shoved her hoof between her opened legs to explore.

Young and inexperienced, she didn't know much of what she was doing. She had clawed, rubbed and pawed around for the better part of an hour until she felt hot, sweaty and guilty, yet her body felt tingly and strange.

It wasn't until she'd given up, trudging off to sink into a hot bath to clean away her shame that she had discovered it by accident. Washing the remnants of her attempts and lathering up her plump filly nono place, her hoof had pulled apart one of her lower lips and tapped against her clitoral hood.

The sensation predictably drove her wild. Within a few short moments, she was huddled under the suds of her bubble bath, furiously rubbing away between her legs and hitting that perfect spot that made her even more tingly. Her hind hooves shivered and shook, her small rump lifted a few inches off the bottom of the tub, and she jerked her head back to quietly screech out into the air as she finally found her first-ever orgasm.

Cozy thought back fondly to her first orgasm, lamenting how any subsequent attempt never quite lived up to the same sensation. Still, it was good. Her hoof danced between her legs, finding an erratic pattern of grinding in slow circles, switching clockwise and counterclockwise, tending to the folds themselves as well as her nub when she felt it necessary, keeping the sensations fresh.

Once, before arriving in Ponyville Cozy had found herself beneath a stallion. He dwarfed her in size and sported a member easily too large for her, but didn't seem to care an ounce. Cozy had been terrified.

When he stood over her she had to lay across the bed on her stomach, her rump tilted up toward him while his monster of a stallionhood rested against her tail. She remembered feeling the heat just radiating off of it, warming her behind, dripping pre into the fur on her back.

She had sucked on it, too, of course, at his behest that it would make it 'easier' for her. Looking back, she thought it just because he liked the sensation of a little filly's muzzle around his turgid member. His pre had tasted salty and none too good.

Just when Cozy was about to call it quits he had pressed her down into the bed, waiting several moments to build anticipation before lining his blunt tool against her tightly pursed foal lips. Grinding it back and forth she had felt her folds stretched and they cupped the tip of his member, cradling him before the impending penetration.

If discovering masturbation for the first time was mind-blowing, scary, and unexpected, the first initial penetration was ten times that sensation. Her snatch opened up and gave way to his pressure and she felt as if she was speared in two. His cock pulsated as it descended inch after inch, pushing aside her tense walls, forcing her to accommodate. He moved in and made himself at home while her entire body struggled to rearrange itself.

She had been impossibly tight for him. She knew that because he said so repeatedly, and because she felt tight, too. She was wound around him, clinging so tightly to every atom of space she could keep, that when he pulled away he dragged her with him.

It took so long to finally let out her breath and get used to him, but thankfully he was patient, or perhaps he was locked so tightly in place he didn't have a choice. Cozy couldn't remember how long she'd laid like that, impaled on his rod and panting for air, but it had been a long time. He could probably feel her heart beating against his dick.

Soon enough he pulled away and left her feeling empty as if her body refused to refill the space he'd left and she'd never be whole again. Her pussy was left gaping while he admired it and described it to her--he could see her pink insides from very deep. Her folds had been stretched farther than he'd seen anything do so, he said, and her dripping snatch urged him on quite lasciviously like nothing before. Before he could describe it more he had mounted up again, and with carnal desire pushed her down into the pillows.

After that, he was not so gentle. In an instant, he'd pushed her down and plowed himself into her like a stud desperate to rut. Like she was his breeding mare, an item to take his seed and raise his foals. His massive stallion cock left her aching and full beyond anything she'd ever felt. Her folds must have gone from a pair of tightly set lips to a wide circle of stretched filly pussy, drooling a mixture of his precum and her own hungry filly juices.

As Cozy touched herself on her bed, feeling the tingling sensation rising from the tips of her hooves down to her very core, she remembered how it had felt to have cock coursing through her. To have a stallion ram her from behind, again and again, the loud snorting in her ear as he rammed up and against her backside. Most of all, she remembered his size. The texture and depth of every inch, every throbbing vein, the medial ring kissing her entrance and threatening to pop in. His flare, and how it had stretched and expanded so wide her belly bulged, and she'd felt that, too. The curve of it through her belly on the tip of her hoof.

She remembered how he'd burst, shooting hot, sticky seed into depths she never dreamed of feeling before. The warm load coating her womb, shooting deep inside her with such force she felt the impact and how it dribbled and sloshed around inside her. How he'd come so much it filled her womb to its limit and kept shooting until it continued leaking around his cock and her pussy, and leaked down her thighs.

How, minutes later, when his cock had finally receded and he had yanked himself roughly from her, he'd left her covered in sticky cum, thoroughly fucked, and with a handful of bits to keep her quiet. The latter wasn't necessary, as she'd never dream of telling, only of it happening again.

When she had stood up it gushed out of her, leaking out of her sore and abused pussy and all over her tail, and yet despite the aching soreness she'd still managed to clop another one out right then and there.

Sitting on her bed now, watching herself in the mirror, Cozy gushed squirt after squirt of clear filly cum onto her tail and bedsheets as she threw back her head into her pillow and squealed, cumming all over her hooves and herself. She turned to the side, clenched her hind legs around her forehoof and kept rubbing until she'd met her second orgasm, twitching and convulsing while she squirted a third and fourth time.

Now spent, exhausted and glowing with satisfaction she sprawled across her bed, spread eagle. Drool from her mouth stuck to her muzzle and the pillow. Fillycum coated her thighs, her tail, her hooves, the bed, and more. She stared up at the ceiling with a smirk.

Too tired to bathe just yet, she grabbed a large plushie elephant perched next to her on the bed and cradled it tenderly. It was big enough that she could nest it between her legs to spoon. It was perfect for an afterglowy cuddle session.

Giving her elephant a kiss on the forehead, Cozy Glow yawned sleepily, and fell into a restful nap, snoring loudly.