Cadance: The Early Years

by dirty little secret

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Fetish, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Romance, Sex
Length: 26004

Was Cadance always such a slutty little love expert? Let's find out!

The Cutie Mark Crusaders ask Princess Cadance how she got her cutie mark. They end up getting a lot more information than they expected, which is why her story had to be left out of the episode.

Contains: foalcon, seriously like a lot of foalcon, teasing, massage, borderline seducing of step-parents, voyeurism, threesome, foursome, hands-on matchmaking, too much information for little foals.
Tagged as [Alternate Universe] because this ignores some non-show canon about Cadance’s past.
Cover art based on 69596 (SFW version; 69595 for NSFW version) by justpony.

Published 2020-01-12 19:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-15 15:57:37 UTC

Prologue

Out of nowhere, a wagon full of little fillies careens into the road right in front of Cadance and Shining Armor. If it not for Shining Armor throwing up a hasty shield, it could have wiped out both of them.

Instead, the fillies smash into the glowing blue shield, scattering in all directions. The red wagon clatters down onto the road, and screaming fillies plummet into the grass on either side.

At first, Cadance had instinctively tried to duck out of the way – not fast enough to have actually saved her without her fiancé's shield, though. But once the danger has passed, she rushes out through the magical barrier to collect the fillies, filled with concern that the impact with the shield might have harmed them.

An orange pegasus, a white unicorn, and a yellow earth pony. Incredibly, all of them seem completely unharmed. They are wearing their helmets, at least, which probably helped ... but they seem to have an unnatural resilience to them, as if they do this kind of thing every day. And they seem familiar.

“You three... You're the Cutie Mark Crusaders, aren't you?” she asks. “I've heard quite a lot about you from Twilight's letters.”

“Yeah!” The orange one – Scootaloo? – says.

“And we're on a mission to find our cutie marks!” The one that must be Applejack's sister, Apple Bloom, adds.

“Isn't that lovely.” Cadance smiles. “I'm glad you're not hurt.”

Shining Armor comes around from behind her, his shield dissipating. “Yeah. You've really got to watch where you're going, and not try not to take blind corners so fast. You could really hurt somepony like that.”

The white one – Sweetie Belle? – gasps. “Oh my gosh! I just got the greatest idea!”

“Aw come on. We've got to keep moving!” Scootaloo rights her toppled scooter and connects it back to the wagon.

“No, hold on,” Sweetie Belle says. “Everypony says Princess Cadance is really great, and she's a princess. Don't you want to know how she got her cutie mark?”

“They ... they say that about me?” Cadance's cheeks blush a deeper pink. “I didn't think that many ponies outside of Canterlot even knew about me yet.”

But Shining Armor comes up next to her and leans in close. “Uh, are we sure that story is really suitable for little fillies like this? I mean, it's pretty, um...” He glances down at the fillies. “... graphic.”

Cadance shrugs. “I was hardly any older than them when it happened to me, and I turned out fine, didn't I?”

“Well...”

She jabs him playfully with her hoof. “Don't you even start! I turned out to be a princess, after all, and if I got a start learning certain things a lot sooner than little fillies usually do, I don't hear you complaining about all that experience and skill when you're the one benefiting from it!”

Shining Armor coughs and looks away. It's his turn to blush.

Cadance, meanwhile, smiles down warmly at the three fillies. “I'd be happy to tell you all the story of how I got my cutie mark, if you have a few minutes to listen.”

“No way!” Scootaloo says, gesturing for the other two to get back in the wagon. “We've got to find Rainbow Dash and ask her!”

Sweetie Belle just whines, but Apple Bloom takes the initiative and yanks Scootaloo down off her scooter. “Are you crazy? There's no way we're passin' up the chance to hear a story like that. Not all of us want to be Rainbow Dash.”

Scootaloo scowls at her. “What? You're gonna grow up to be a princess, then?”

“So what if I am?” Apple Bloom stares back stubbornly. “It could happen. 'Specially if I get the right cutie mark!”

“Really? Come on! What are the chances you'll get to be a princess when you grow up?”

“'Bout the same as you becomin' a Wonderbolt.”

“What? Take that back!” Scootaloo's whole body goes stiff, and her fur stands on end.

Apple Bloom crosses her hooves in front of her chest. “I will when you take yours back.”

As the other two stare each other down, Sweetie Belle plops herself down in a sitting position in front of Cadance. “I'd love to hear how you got your cutie mark, Princess!”

“Well then I'll just have to tell you...” Cadance gives her in particular a special smile. “Why don't you two come sit down,” she says to the others. “I promise it's a story worth hearing. And who knows, maybe it will help you get your cutie marks.”

Apple Bloom comes over in front of Cadance with a smug little swagger and plops herself down. Scootaloo is more reluctant, letting out a plaintive little whine, but sitting down next to the other two all the same.

“Now,” Cadance says, grinning to herself as she goes over the pleasant memories in her head, “It all started when I was hardly any older than you three are now. Back then, I lived in a little town called Heart's Rest, just outside of Baltimare, with the two ponies who adopted me, Pickle Park and Amber Gleam...”

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Chapter 1 - The Setup

One night, my adoptive father, Pickle Park came home even later than usual. Before he could even say, “Hey, Honey, I'm—” Amber Gleam started tearing into him.

“And just where have you been?” she said, her normally gentle voice rising. “Do you really think you can come home at all hours of the night, smelling like other mares, and expect me to have dinner waiting on the table and your next day's clothes washed? I won't have it! No husband of mine is going to treat me like this!”

Pickle backed up until his green rump pressed up against the closed front door. “Expect? I don't expect anything. And what do you mean smelling like—”

“Smelling like the two-bit whorses who hang around the waystation rest stops waiting for cart haulers just like you! No no no!” She shook her hoof at him. “Don't even try to act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I've seen them! Remember that trip into Baltimare we made to buy a new stove? I saw the way they look at you, and I saw the way you look at them! And I smell their cheap perfume on you right now!”

“Honey, come on. You know I wouldn't do anything like that. The produce warehouse I make deliveries to is right next to a perfume factory. That's probably what you're smelling.”

“Oh I bet you're making deliveries! Do those whorses let you cum inside, or does that cost extra?”

I hid as well as I could behind the doorway from the kitchen into the hallway, hoping they wouldn't see me. I was still only a little foal, you see, and I didn't even really understand what they were arguing about. I thought Mommy was just upset about Daddy coming home so late, and I didn't know why she was being so mean to him. Soon, though, she wasn't the only one being mean.

“Why would I want them instead of you? You really want to know?” He scoffed, blowing his mane out of his face. “Not that I ever would or ever had, but come on. Can't you figure it out? When's the last time you lifted your tail for me, huh? Has it been a week, a month? All I get when I come home is more nagging about all the housework I'm supposed to magically help with even though I'm out there earning bits for us all day! Nopony would blame me if I did.”

Amber stomped her hoof down. “I would blame you if you did! And you did! And I do blame you! I make more bits than you do, mister! And I lift my tail for you plenty often enough that you shouldn't be going around paying other mares to do it!”

“Really? When's the last time? Can you even remember?”

“What? Are you going to pay me for it?”

“Would that help?” he quipped sarcastically. “Come on. We both know you're infertile, so there's no risk. We could do it anytime ... if you were ever in the mood.”

“Infertile!” Amber's voice rose to a shrill pitch the neighbors could probably hear. It definitely would have woken me up, if I wasn't already up watching them. “What does that have to do with anything? I still gave you a baby, didn't I?”

“Cadance?” He shook his head. “It's not the same.”

“Oh, and those whorses at the waystation are going to carry a foal for you, huh, are they? How much does that cost?”

At that moment, Pickle happened to glance in my direction. I was sure he saw me – he cringed when he did. I scampered away, back down the hall to my room.

Once I shut myself in there and hid under my covers as if I'd been sleeping the whole time, I could only hear the argument's muffled tones and the occasional shouted word. But I hid all the same, hoping they wouldn’t notice I'd been staying up past my bedtime. The argument raged on and on, well past the time when my eyelids started getting really heavy.

I didn't know how I was going to fix this, but I knew I had to. I just had to figure something out. But as I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that I'd have to do that tomorrow. No more time today...

* * *

I woke up earlier than usual in the morning, to the sound of a loud clatter of pans and a frustrated curse from Amber Gleam. She was definitely still in a sour mood.

But that was okay. As if it had all come to me while I was dreaming, I felt like I knew exactly what I had to do: I had to get them back together again, kissing and stuff as I'd once peeked in and seen them doing when I was even younger. And miraculously, I just intuitively seemed to know how I could do that. I couldn't remember what I'd dreamed that night, but it was as if I'd already dreamed my way through what I had to do ... and it would be so easy.

Sparing time only for a nice, relaxing yawn and to wrap my mane back into a ponytail with my usual blue ribbon, I readied myself and headed out into the hall.

I caught a glimpse of Pickle Park as I went down the hall. He was curled up and reading something in his favorite chair, way back in the back corner of the spare room. Obviously hiding from Amber Gleam. There was a pillow and a blanket next to him, as if he'd slept there. But it was good that he was hiding, for now. I instinctively felt that everything would be ruined if I accidentally got them in the same room too early and they started fighting again.

And I probably didn't need to worry about him going anywhere else. Today was a Saturday, which meant I didn't have school, Amber didn't have to work in her jewelry shop, and Pickle didn’t have to go on any deliveries. I really doubted he'd dare to leave the house – Amber would probably accuse him of being with other mares around town if he did.

When I got to the kitchen, I found Amber slamming pots back into the cupboard one by one, probably hard enough to dent them. With each one, she muttered under her breath a little. The stove was on, but she wasn't cooking anything on it yet.

“Hi, Mom,” I said cheerfully, despite the way her muttering made my fur stand on end.

Instantly, she stopped and her entire demeanor changed. “Oh, hi sweetie! You're up already? I didn’t wake you did I?” She smiled a little too widely. “I'm making pancakes for breakfast today!”

“Yay!” I said with genuine glee. I used to love pancakes when I was little, and even though I had other plans, maybe she'd still make pancakes for all of us after I helped her work things out with Pickle.

I ran up to hug her around the neck, and she wrapped one hoof around my back, even though her other front hoof was still holding a frying pan.

But I had other reasons for a hug, rather than just excitement about pancakes and filial love. Just before we separated, I prodded the back of her neck a little bit with my hooves. “Wow, Mom, you're really tense...”

She turned around, stacking pans back in the cupboard again ... more gently and actually more effectively this time. “It's nothing, sweetie. Probably just slept on it wrong. D-don't worry about it.”

“Let me give you a massage!” I hopped up on my hind hooves, prancing as I showed off my front hooves.

She turned to look at me, her golden orange face screwed up quizzically. “A ... massage? Huh? What's gotten into you?”

“One of the other fillies in my class just got her cutie mark as a masseuse pony!” I hoped she wouldn't ever think to check up on that little lie. “Maybe I could get a cutie mark for that, too!”

“Ah, I see.” She sighed with a slight – but genuine – smile and shook her head. “Probably not. After all, you're an alicorn pony. That's really special. Don't you think your destiny is going to be something more special than being a massage pony?”

“Please,” I said, hopping up again and propping my front hooves against her chest to look at her even more closely. “Missus Bellwether says that everypony in the class should try all kinds of different things in order to find our special talents.” That part was true, at least.

“Oh, alright.” Amber twisted her neck to one side, then the other. “I guess I could use one, and nopony's going to starve if breakfast is a little later than usual.”

I hopped back down to the floor and danced in a little bouncing circle, genuinely thrilled that things were going well so far.

“As long as you're okay with getting your pancakes a little later...”

“Uh-huh!” I said without hesitation. As good as pancakes were, getting my adoptive parents back together was way more important. Even at that young of an age, I knew that ponies being together was the most important thing of all.

We headed down the hallway, and luckily, Amber didn't even glance into the spare room. Maybe she already knew Pickle was in there and didn't want to see him. That was all for the best though. Somehow, I knew it wasn't time for her to see him yet. I needed to work with her first.

Amber followed me into her bedroom – which she sometimes shared with Pickle – easily enough, but she hesitated when I motioned for her to get up on the bed. “Um...” She looked at me, then looked around the room, especially at the still-open door. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Uh-huh! Pillow Plush showed us all how she does it, right after she showed everypony her cutie mark for the first time.” Digging myself even deeper into these lies. I really hoped Amber Gleam would never bother to look into this purely fictional massage-giving filly in my class. “Just lie down on the bed, and I'll do everything!”

“Oh...” She glanced at the door again. I really hoped she wouldn't shut it. It would need to be open for when Pickle came in. But she did get up on the bed without shutting the door, lying on her belly and resting her head on her forehooves. “Okay then. If you say so. Just ... don't do it too hard, okay?”

“Of course!” I said, hopping up onto the bed next to her.

Right away, I started working my hooves gently over Amber Gleam's tense back and neck muscles. Her creamy orange fur was soft and plush underneath my hooves, despite how rigid her muscles were underneath, and her yellow mane flowed silkily over my hooves when I brushed it out of the way. And maybe being all tense and laid out on the bed like this tended to accentuate things, but I really thought she had the kind of body a stallion could appreciate a lot. As little as I knew about such things at the time, I still had the feeling that Pickle was really a lucky stallion to have her, if he'd just realize it.

Well, getting him to realize that could come later. For now, I had to work on Amber Gleam.

Up and down again, up and down, over and over... I pressed gently against her protesting muscles until each one of them stopped protesting quite so much, helping her whole body relax against the bed.

Each time I went up and down her back, she moaned slightly in pleasure and relief. “Oh,” she said at one point. “Oh yes, that's the spot. My goodness, you're good at this. Maybe you really will get your cutie mark as a massage pony.”

I was glad she was feeling better – that was part of the plan. But there was a lot more to the plan than just that. With each trip up and down Amber Gleam's back, I went just a bit lower down her flanks. Eventually, I was pressing my hooves deep into the soft curves of her rump each time.

Slowly, Amber's tail began to rise. “Um, sweetie?” she said.

“Uh-huh?” I didn't stop massaging.

“That's, um... M-maybe that's enough for now.”

I glanced under her raised tail just in time to see her privates wink open pinkly and drip a little syrupy drop onto the bedspread. I'd never seen anything like that before, but somehow I just knew it was a good sign. Time to move things up a notch... “No, not yet,” I whined. “You have to roll over first!”

“Roll over? Onto my back?”

“Uh-huh! Pillow, um...” What was her name supposed to be again? Oh yeah! “Pillow Plush says the tummy is just as important as the back!”

“Oh... Well, if you say so, just...”

“Just what?” I looked her in the eye, as innocently as I could.

She pursed her lips together. “Oh, nothing. Okay, scoot over a little and let me roll over.”

As soon as she rolled over onto her back, I started working my way down her soft orange body again, starting with her forelegs, onto her chest, and gradually on downward.

By the time I'd begun gently pressing in and out around her belly button, she'd started to twitch her legs a little bit every time I went slightly lower. But that was just because her muscles were so tense, right? That's the excuse I'd use if she questioned me about it, at least. Not that she did. She was too busy trying to suppress the slight moans she kept making.

Working my way over the downward curve at the very underside of her belly, I had to admit to myself I was actually kind of enjoying it a bit, too. The gentle curves of her underbelly felt really nice, and they looked even nicer. I kept glancing down between her legs to see that little pink nub wink out of her privates. I wasn't sure what that meant – I'd never seen it before. But it sure seemed like my gentle touches were working on her the way I'd hoped they would.

Finally, I got all the way down her body, starting to massage the almost bare skin around her teats and her plush round upper thighs.

“S-Sweetie,” Amber said breathlessly, “don't you think that's enough?”

I pressed both sides of her underbelly, drawing my hooves together in the middle. I didn't quite touch her teats, but I pressed them together enough to rub them against each other slightly. It made Amber moan and twitch again.

“I can't stop now,” I told her. “Look how tense your legs are!”

“But I ... mmm...” Amber's protest fizzled out to nothing as I moved on to her thighs, pressing and squeezing.

Although I still didn't touch her privates directly, I wasn't shy at all about running my hooves firmly up and down her velvety-furred inner thighs. If I pushed just right, they'd bulge out in a way that made them rub against her privates, and then she really moaned, unable to control herself anymore.

I spent a long time there, massaging her flanks, her hips, her thighs ... and indirectly, her very needy-looking privates. Every touch made Amber Gleam twitch and squirm. By the time I considered my job done, her hind legs were trembling against the bed, and she was making little humping motions upward into the air.

“There,” I said cheerfully. “Does that feel better?”

She let out a deep moan, half in frustrated need and half in the satisfaction of finally being relaxed physically. “Oh sweetie... Oh my goodness...”

Smiling to myself, I hopped down off the bed, already thinking of how I'd get Pickle Park ready.

“Cadance, sweetie...” Mom took a few deep breaths. “I... I think we might have to wait a little on the pancakes. Do you think you can let me just rest for a little bit and go play?”

“Sure!” I said, beaming. I already knew exactly where I wanted to go play.

* * *

A few choice dolls suspended in my magic, I trotted right into the spare room where Pickle was reading.

He looked up from his magazine with a start – it had a picture of a mare sprawled out in little bits of lacy frill on the cover. “C-Cadie! What are you doing in here?” Shoving the magazine under his blanket, he struggled to regain his composure. “I mean, um... Hi, buttercup. How's your morning going?”

I rolled my eyes theatrically. “Mom says she needs some 'alone time'. Can I come in and play in here?”

He snorted. “Of course she does. Typical.”

Still, though, I stood in the doorway with a couple dolls.

“Oh, yeah ... and of course you can play in here if you want. I don't mind.”

“Yay! Thank you, Daddy!”

He watched me with a smile as I plopped myself down in the middle of the room. But unfortunately, I wasn't able to see his reaction as I took up a very strategic position right in front of him. I couldn't see him because I was facing directly away from him, my front legs folded so I could get down at the level of my little dolls, but my hind legs still straight up in the air. I swished my tail back and forth as I started playing with the dolls, seemingly without a care in the world.

But in reality, I was paying far more attention to the feeling of his eyes on my backside than the attention I was giving my dolls. I pretended to move them around and have them talk to each other, mainly just to have a reason to wiggle my rump side to side.

Something told me – coming to me as if I'd dreamed it all again – that the best way to get my adoptive dad started would be to give him something nice to look at. And he was definitely getting that! I could only imagine what he'd be getting glimpses of under my swishing tail. I'd only ever seen my own little pink privates in mirrors a few times ... and even then not often, since our family didn't have any full-height mirrors like that. Only at the clothing shop in Baltimare or something like that. But I instinctively knew that the little pink bulb protruding slightly between my butt cheeks would really catch his attention.

If the unmistakeable feeling of his gaze locked onto me was any indication, I was definitely giving him quite a view.

Maybe too much, because he suddenly said, “Hey, um, Cadie... Could you maybe turn around. I, um... I want to see the dollies you're playing with.”

“Sure!” I said, whipping around to face him.

His hooves darted down in front of his crotch. Hiding something? But what...?

I wasn't just going to face him and play where I was, though. Oh no. That might let him calm down too much. Instead, I bounded toward him and jumped up in his lap, straddling his big green hind legs with my smaller pink ones. I made sure to squeeze in nice and close as I used my magic to hold the different dolls up to his face.

“This is Missus Plum Blossom,” I said, holding up a white mare. “And this is Mister Barrel Back.” I presented a brown earth pony stallion. “And they love each other very much.” I made the dolls kiss each other, accompanying it with plenty of enthusiastic – almost lewd – sound effects. And as I did so, I just happened to bounce forward and back in his lap a little. The warmth of his legs on my inner thighs was actually really nice.

He gulped. “Um... Cadie, buttercup...?”

Oh, but I wasn't done with him yet. Pressing myself even closer, my belly against his, I held up a smaller pink doll. This one was pretty formless, a barely pony-shaped chunk of pink wood, but it would do just fine. “And this is Princess Buttercup! She loves her mommy and daddy very much, too!” I held all three of them together, making the over-the-top kissing sounds again.

Pickle Park just stared at them, his eyes going wide.

“But sometimes, Mommy Plum Blossom and Daddy Barrel Back love each other so much that they forget about Princess Buttercup.” I separated the little pink one from the group again, still making the others kiss. “That's why Princess Buttercup wants to sneak off with her daddy sometimes...” Tossing the white mare to the floor behind me, I held up the stallion and the little pink one together, making the kissing noises again. Subtly, I rubbed myself against his belly at the same time, making sure to look into his eyes with an adoring sparkle as I did so.

“T-that's nice...” Pickle gulped, blushing hard now. “But, um...”

“Princess Buttercup loves her daddy so much that she wants to do everything with him, and she wants to be really close.” I pressed the two dolls together, belly-to-belly, just like the way I was sitting in his lap. “Mmm, yes,” I said in a high falsetto for Princess Buttercup's voice. “I love you daddy, and I like feeling you against me!”

At that moment, something big and warm pressed up between his belly and mine. I felt the tingling touch of it against my teats, and it made me gasp.

Before I could look down and see it, though, Pickle caught hold of my chin and prevented me from looking down. “That’s...” He took a few heated breaths. “That's wonderful... But, um... I need to go check on your mom!” Awkwardly, he shoved me off his lap and hustled off out of the room as quickly as he could ... not quickly enough to stop me from seeing something swinging between his legs.

I smiled, even as I lay sprawled out on the floor. Somehow, I just knew the sight of that thing between his legs meant this was going well. Now if only he'd actually turn to Amber Gleam for relief... Hopefully he wasn't just saying that.

Cautiously, I snuck to the door of the spare room and looked up and down the hall. Already no sign of him. But had he gone down the hall and into the big bedroom, or had he gone up the hall and into the kitchen?

Hushed voices from down the hall answered that for me. I crept toward their bedroom. Once I quietly opened the door and peeked inside, I could actually understand what they were saying.

“Oh Pickle, I don't even care anymore – just kiss me!”

That sounded really good! And I grinned when I saw them on the bed together, Pickle on top of Amber, her hooves wrapped around the back of his neck as they started to kiss.

Yes! That was it! My heart swelled to see them loving each other again. I'd done it! I'd really done it!

Their hooves roamed over each other's bodies. One of Pickle's forehooves found its way down between Amber's legs, making her moan loudly into his mouth. One of her own hooves came around and grabbed his butt hard, pulling him toward herself.

Wow ... I'd never seen kissing like this before! I watched in wide-eyed fascination.

“I... I need your mouth, honey. Please!” Pickle said breathlessly between kisses.

Amber moaned something like an “Mmm-hm” against his lips, and to my surprise, Pickle turned around on top of her.

Now, instead of being face to face, they faced each other's underbellies. Pickle immediately dove down between her outspread legs, licking at her privates. And a moment later, Amber started licking his thing, too. She even took the tip of it inside her mouth and started swallowing it down!

I watched in fascination as the two of them licked and sucked each other, my eyes drinking in every detail. I'd never dreamed that ponies could do that with each other ... or maybe I had. The more I looked, the more natural it seemed, as if maybe I had dreamed about this before.

It didn't last very long, though. Soon, Pickle lifted his head up. His muzzle was covered in something wet and sticky-looking. “Oh Amber, that feels so good! I've missed you so much. Do you want to, you know...?”

Amber pulled her mouth off of his thing and gasped for breath for a moment before answering. “Yes! Yes! Oh Goddess, yes!”

Suddenly, the two of them got up, dropping off opposite sides of the bed.

Wait ... that wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to bring them closer together, not farther apart!

Amber stood next to the bed, on all fours and with her hind legs slightly spread. She lifted her tail way up over her back, and then I could see her privates, winking open and pink more fervently than ever. And something was dripping out of her. Was that okay? Was something going terribly wrong?

But no... Pickle came up next to her, that thing between his legs even bigger and stiffer. Now instead of swinging, it bounced rigidly under his belly, the tip of it slapping against his chest. “Call me 'Daddy',” he said in a low whisper.

“Huh?” Amber said, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Please ... just this once.”

She smiled at him. “Okay.” Then she licked her lips very smoothly and slowly. “Come on top of me, Daddy! Mount me and put your big cock inside my tight little pussy!”

Immediately, Pickle leapt up and put his chest on top of her back. His hoof rubbed up and down the curve of her rump, and he sucked in a deep breath. “Oh wow... I've missed your ass so much, honey.”

“Do it, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me 'till I scream, Daddy!”

He pushed forward, and I saw that thing between his legs – a 'cock'? – butt up against Mom's privates – her 'pussy'? – before slowly parting the lips of it and squeezing inside. Once the tip was in, he started pushing and pushing, and it just kept going in!

My jaw dropped. The way they'd angled themselves, I had a perfect view of what was happening, and I could clearly see his cock sliding in and in. Where was it all going? I had no idea a mare's privates could do that! Did all mares have a deep inside place like that, where stallions could put their things – their cocks?

Even as I watched, I reached one hoof down between my own hind legs, past my teats, stretching it up until I could just barely touch my own privates. I'd meant to just touch and feel if I had an opening that deep, but the moment I touched myself there, a jolt of pleasure ran through me ... a tingling little carnal joy like I'd never felt before. My hoof froze in place as I tried to come to terms with what I'd just felt.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Daddy! Pull my mane!”

Pickle started thrusting in and out of her, his teeth gripping the base of her mane. He pounded hard against her ass every time, making it jiggle a little as his thighs slapped against it. I could see his other parts bouncing against her down there. His balls, I realized, remembering what one of the colts at school had called them. I hadn't thought it was important at the time, but now I really was glad I knew what they were ... even if I was still pretty confused about what they were for.

And as I watched them go at it with each other, the wet dripping sounds of Dad's cock sliding in and out of Mom's pussy, I started rubbing my own privates again, my own pussy.

It felt good ... really good. At first, I was being really careful because my hoof was hard and my privates were really soft, but once I figured out how to touch them with the softer inner part of my hoof, I could start going faster and faster without hurting myself. And somehow, things started to get really wet and slippery back there. Was I leaking the same way Amber had? But it only made things feel even better!

As the pace of Pickle's thrusting grew quicker and more erratic, so did the pace of my own hoof. I could feel something building up inside of me. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I wanted it, and I knew it was going to be amazing.

It was kind of like the way I'd known everything else today. It just came instinctively. So I moved my hoof even faster against my own little pussy, trying to keep from breathing so loud that they'd hear me. And I couldn't let myself moan, even though I suddenly started feeling like I wanted to. This feeling inside of me – it was growing and growing until it seemed like there was no room for anything else!

Suddenly, Pickle stopped moving, slamming his cock all the way inside Amber.

“Yes!” she cried out. “I'm coming! Fill me, Daddy, fill me!”

Pickle just grunted, and I watched in wide-eyed fascination as the little bit of his cock still exposed at the base started jumping up and down, pulsing as if it had a mind of its own. Amber screamed out shrilly, a big splash of milky juices squeezing out around the entrance of her pussy. Soon, it was followed by a wave of something slower-flowing, creamier and whiter.

Thankfully, the loudness of her cry covered up the quiet little squeal I couldn't help but let out as something released inside me. My insides pulsed like they never had before, moving around and squeezing inside of me, and I felt a dribble of my own warm juices against my hoof. Every squeeze of my insides let loose a hot wave of pleasure that surged out from deep inside my belly to flow through my whole body, seemingly from the tip of my horn to the tip of my tail.

I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway, struggling to catch my breath and knowing I'd just discovered something that would change my life forever.

Meanwhile, Pickle slowly slid down off of Amber's back. His cock slid out as well, coming free with a sudden pop that left a big splat of that white cream to splash down onto the carpet. His cock swung underneath him, and I stared at the still-dripping tip. It was now even thicker than before, but only right at the tip. Probably like twice as thick! I drank in every detail without a hint of shame. Somehow, I knew it was one of the most important things I'd ever seen. Grown-ups wouldn't be hiding it so much if it wasn't important!

Once Pickle began to turn toward the door, though, I had to scurry away before they saw me. Figuring out what to do with what I'd learned would have to wait for another time.

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Chapter 2 - The Sleepover

That time to use what I'd learned came a lot sooner than I'd expected. Wednesday of the very next week, Mom had a couple new foals move in temporarily. They were supposed to be her apprentices in the jewelry shop, but they weren't working in the jewelry shop. Amber Gleam had set up the spare room as a working studio for them, which meant...

“Oh it's just for a couple weeks, sweetie.” Amber patted me on the head in an infuriatingly condescending way. “I don't see what the problem is. I thought you liked Rose Gold and Topaz. The three of you were getting along so well when they first arrived.”

We had been getting along well, even though both of them were a bit older than me and already had their cutie marks. Rose Gold was a filly with no end to her imagination when it came to games, and Topaz was a rambunctious enough colt to entertain all three of us, but... That was before I'd learned the terrible news! “But Mom!” I put my best whining tone behind that word. “Why do they have to stay in my room?”

She sighed. “We've already been over this. Twice. They need a studio to work in and a bedroom to sleep in. And this house only has so many rooms.”

“But why can't they stay in your room?”

“Because, well, ah...” Amber looked up at Pickle, who met her eyes over the kitchen table. She blushed hotly. “Because I'm already sharing my room with my Pickley Pear.”

I winced slightly. The cutesie nicknames had been an unfortunate and unforeseen development of my getting them back together. They'd been spending a lot of time in there together the last couple days, actually. And I'd spent a lot of time watching them through the keyhole in the door. I'd learned quite a bit, and I knew better than they'd ever admit exactly why they didn't want two foals in there with them.

But that didn't mean I wanted two new foals in my room with me! “But what if they snore? Or what if they—?”

“No.” Amber held her hoof up. “I'm not hearing any more of this. Now go to your room and help those two settle in. Why don't you help Topaz set up his bed? Oh, and tell Rose it's her turn for a bath now that you’re done!”

“I love how you handled that, Gleamie,” Pickle said, grinning at her.

Amber shot him a sweltering look from under her forelock. “Oh? And is there anything else you might love to see me handling?”

With a defeated sigh, I turned and headed back to my room. Sometimes I thought getting my adoptive parents back together was the greatest thing I'd ever done. Other times I was sure it was the biggest mistake I'd ever made.

* * *

When I got to my room, I found Topaz standing on top of my bed, shouting down at the other new foal. “Come on, Rose! Tell me!”

“Tell him what?” I asked, still a little irritated from failing to win over my adoptive parents.

“Nothing!” Rose Gold sat down and crossed her front hooves over her chest. “Nothing at all!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, that's convenient, I guess. 'Cause Mom says it's time for your turn in the bath.”

“Suits me!” Rose hopped up and trotted past me into the hall, turning toward the small house's one bathroom.

Once she'd left, I looked over at Topaz, trying to ignore the way he was standing on my bed, getting my pretty pink sheets all wrinkled. I could only hope his hooves were clean. “What's she all worked up about?”

“Ugh! Fillies are so crazy! Why won't she just tell me?” He looked down at me as if he'd just noticed me, blushed slightly, darkening his blue cheeks, and he hopped down off the bed. “I, um... I don't mean all fillies, of course, just...”

“Just Rose Gold?”

“Seriously, though, why won't she just tell me? I mean come on!”

“Tell you what?”

He shook his head. “She won't tell me if she has a special somepony back in Baltimare or not. No matter how I ask her!”

“But... Why do you want to know so bad?”

“No reason!” he blurted out, blushing again. He ran his hooves through his honey-yellow mane repeatedly. “So, um, should I set my bed up here by the closet, or is it okay if I block some of the drawers of this dresser from opening all the way?”

Well if this was how he got when Rose asked him why he wanted to know, no wonder she wouldn't tell him! I propped one hoof against his rolled-up camping mattress, preventing him from opening it up. “You wouldn't be pestering her so much if you didn't have a reason. Come on, fess up.”

Despite being a bit older than me, he still seemed pretty intimidated by the way I looked down at him, standing on top of his bedroll. “It's, um... Well...”

“What? You like her, don't you?”

His eyes went wide, and it almost looked as if his fur stood on end. “You mean, as a friend, right?”

“How do you think I mean?” I grinned down at him, starting to enjoy this little interrogation.

He winced, then glanced around the room as if checking to make sure nopony else had snuck in while I was talking to him. Then he leaned in close. “Can you, um ... keep a secret?”

“Of course!”

“I mean, really keep a secret?”

I smiled, thinking of all the things I'd seen Amber Gleam and Pickle Park do with each other, and how I'd never said a word about it. Hopping off of his bedroll – a fair revenge for him standing on my bed – I sidled up to him and laid a hoof over his withers. “Kid, you have no idea the kinds of secrets I can keep.”

“Well, um... Okay.” He took a deep breath. Then another.

“Yes...?”

“Um...” Even more breathing like that.

I plugged his mouth with my hoof before he could do it again. “Just say it.”

He gulped, closed his eyes, nodded. And the moment I took my hoof away from his mouth, he blurted it out: “I like Rose Gold!”

“As in, you know, special somepony kind of like?”

He nodded again, a wistful, almost hurt look coming to his eyes. “Ever since I first saw her today! I mean, have you seen her? That golden-pink fur, that creamy mane! I feel like I could just snuggle up with her forever! And she's really smart and really funny, and she makes me feel like ... like I don't even know! And her ... her...” His eyes going wide and a little bit misty, he traced a round shape in the air with his hooves.

More and more lately, I'd found myself noticing both stallions and mares in ways I never had before, and I knew exactly what he was talking about. “Yeah ... she does have a really cute little ass, doesn't she?”

He stared at me as if startled, but did nod slightly.

Another chance to get ponies together! I hadn't had any dreams about it this time, but now that I was more experienced, I felt like I'd have no problem pulling it off again. And I just somehow knew these two were meant for each other. They'd be so happy together, wouldn't they?

He was still staring at me. Looking a bit more worried now.

“Don't worry, kid!” I poked him playfully right in the chest fluff. “As soon as Rose Gold gets back from her bath, we'll—”

“No!” He jumped away as if he'd been stung. “You can't tell her! You promised! And don't call me kid. I'm older than you are.”

“Still a kid, though.” I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Topaz. I'm pretty sure she already—”

“You promised!”

“Oh, alright, fine. Let's get your bed set up.”

He started rolling out the camping mattress alongside my bed.

“No, not over there. Right here, next to Rose's.” When I saw the look he was giving me, I just shrugged it off and slid his bed over next to hers anyway. He could thank me later.

* * *

By the time Rose Gold came back, Topaz was teaching me some complicated card game he'd learned in Hoofington. It seemed to all appearances as if he'd completely forgotten the earlier conversation. But I certainly hadn't ... and maybe that's why I was having a hard time concentrating on the game's weird rules.

Rose came in still toweling her slicked-down wet mane ... which sure seemed to draw Topaz's eye.

“Your mom and dad said it's time for Topaz to get a bath,” she said, all businesslike. “And, um... They said 'Don't come in here!' And there was a lot of bumping and moaning. Are they okay?”

I shrugged, playing it off as coolly as possible that I'd missed a chance to peek at what they were doing. “He's, um... Probably just helping her rearrange the furniture or something, and they don't want us getting in the way.”

“That's ... weird. At this time of night?” Rose's eyebrows scrunched, and she glanced back towards my adoptive parents' bedroom. But after a few moments, she shrugged too. “Whatever. But yeah, Topaz had better get in there before they finish, I guess. They'll probably be all dusty and sweaty, and they'll really want a bath.”

Dusty, no. But sweaty was very likely. I grinned to myself, keeping my dirty little secret all for myself.

“Yeah, um... I'll just go, uh... and do ... that.” Topaz stared at Rose Gold so obviously as he stumbled by, almost tripping over his own hooves.

Once he was well out of earshot, I came up close beside Rose. “So... What do you think of him?”

“Who? Topaz?”

“Yeah. Pretty cute, right?”

“Pretty annoying if you ask me! You can have him.” Rose flicked her wet, cream-colored mane back with a hoof. “Really – what makes him think that asking the same thing a thousand and one times is going to get him a different answer?”

“Asking you whether you have a special somepony or not?”

She glanced over at me, staring hard. “You didn't tell him, did you?”

“I don't even know,” I said with a smile and a shrug. “But why don't you want to tell him? Is your special somepony a secret?” A thought flashed into my – admittedly fanciful – filly head. “Ooh! Is it forbidden love?” I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but I'd heard it in some fairy tales, and after seeing what regular love was like, I was very eager to find out about the forbidden kind.

“No!” she said, a little too vehemently.

“Then...?”

“Look – I ... I just don't want to talk about it, okay? He's been pestering me about it since sunset, and now you're going to pick up where he left off?”

“Maybe if you tell me about it, I can help you!”

She favored me with a petty little scowl, then set about arranging the blankets on her bed. I saw the way she kept looking at Topaz's bed right next to hers, but interestingly, she didn't scowl at that. When she looked at his bed, it was almost like she was nervous, or afraid of something.

“Come on, seriously – I can help!” I gave her my best smile.

“What do you know about this kind of thing? You don't even have your cutie mark yet.”

“I know more than you think I do.” That was a big understatement, and she seemed to see it when she looked in my eyes.

She carefully placed her pillow as far as possible from Topaz's side of the two beds. “Can you make him stop asking stupid questions? That would be a huge help.”

“I will if you tell me your other problem.”

Rose glanced sidelong at me. “You drive a hard bargain, little filly. Fine. But you'd better find a way to make him shut up. And you'd better not laugh.”

I nodded solemnly.

For a long moment, she didn't do anything. She could have been a statue of a pensive filly. “Okay, well, here it goes. All the other fillies in my class are out having fun with colts. You know – kissing and stuff, not just stupid kid games. And I really want to know what it's like.”

“So ... why don't you?”

“I... I don't know how! And what if I'm bad at it? Everypony's going to laugh at me, and I just know they'll come up with some kind of terrible nickname based on how bad I am at kissing and, you know, stuff.” She looked at me, then frowned. “You promised not to laugh!”

“I'm not laughing,” I said as seriously and as levelly as I could ... given the huge smile on my face. “It's just that I have a perfect way for you to find out what it's like.”

She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Topaz! He's totally into you!”

Rose scoffed and went back to making her bed. “If he liked me, he wouldn't be pestering me all night with stupid questions. He's worse than my Aunt Tenderhooves. 'When are you going to get a special somepony, little cutie?' 'Oh, look at that nice colt, wouldn't he make just a lovely special somepony for a little cutie like you?'” She stuck out her tongue. “Bleh! What am I supposed to do with all that pressure, huh?”

“He's asking you if you have a special somepony because he wants to be your special somepony!”

“Him?” Rose blinked. “But ... he doesn't even live in Baltimare.”

“So? There's no rule that says your special somepony has to be from the same place as you.” At least I hoped there wasn't any rule like that. I felt that there shouldn't be.

Her eyes slowly went wide. “Would that... Do you think it would really work?”

I sure hoped it would. I'd already broken my promise to Topaz and spilled his secret. But if things went the way I was hoping they would tonight, that would more than make up for it. Ponies being together with the ones they love is always more important than keeping silly promises, at least that's what I always say!

“But still ... what if I'm bad at it? What if he is supposed to be my special somepony, but I screw it up because I don't know how to do kissing? Or, you know ... that other stuff.”

“I know how to do it! I'll teach you!”

“What? How do you know how to do it? You're like two years younger than me!”

“Three years younger!” I said. “But I have my own little secrets.”

* * *

When Topaz came back, Amber Gleam was right behind him, herding him along. Her mane was frazzled, had some very suspicious sticky spots in it, and was partly matted down with sweat. She really did look like a mess. “Okay, you three, lights out. It's time for bed.” Even as she said it, she flicked the light switch off with her magic.

What? No! This was way too early for bedtime, and it would throw off all my plans with Rose Gold and Topaz. What if Rose mentioned that he liked her? He'd know I broke his promise, and everything would be ruined!

But Amber's next words put my fears to rest: “It's time for Pickle and me to take a turn in the bath. But you all should be getting to bed right away – we don't want to hear a peep!”

Perfect! With Pickle and Amber in the bath together, they were bound to take their time. I hadn't been able to spy on them in the bathroom as effectively as in the bedroom since the bathroom door's keyhole didn't face toward the tub, but from the sounds I'd heard a couple times before, they were doing much the same as they did in the bedroom ... except with a lot more splashing. And that meant that they'd be busy for at least an hour or two.

Topaz let out a little whine. “Aw, come on. How come they get to save time by having a bath together and we don't?”

I was fully aware of why Topaz wanted to take a bath together with Rose Gold ... and it had nothing to do with saving time. And I really didn’t need him screwing up our opportunity here by getting my adoptive parents to take separate baths just like we had. That's what he'd drive them to if he asked too many questions.

“It's rude to talk back to grown-ups,” I said into the now-dim room. “We should do what they say.”

“Aw, thank you, sweetie.” The tone of Amber Gleam's voice almost suggested that she knew I was helping her get with Pickle yet again, as if that was what she was thanking me for. Then again, maybe I was just imagining that. When she spoke again, there was no hint of that tone, “Cadance is right. You'll all need to get plenty of sleep tonight if you're going to get a good, early start on your jewelry crafting lessons tomorrow.”

With that, she left, closing the door behind her, which plunged the small room into near-total darkness.

I waited, patiently. It took a bit longer than I was expecting, but soon enough the water started running, filling the tub for the fourth and final time of the night.

“Psst,” I whispered. “Are you two still awake?”

“Uh-huh,” Rose said with a hint of eagerness in her voice. She probably had a better idea of what I was planning than Topaz did.

He responded rather sourly: “Really, 'We should do what the grown-ups say'? I didn't know I'd have to spend this whole time in Heart's Rest cooped up in a room with a goody-four-shoes who's gonna tell me to follow the rules all the time.”

I huffed out a little laugh. “How's this for following the rules?” With a flick of my magic, I switched the little light beside my bed on, filling the room with a nice dim orange glow.

Two pairs of eyes stared up at my lamp, both of them looking shocked that I'd dare violate the sanctity of bedtime lights out. Of course, they didn’t know how long Pickle and Amber would be keeping each other busy in the tub.

“They're gonna see the light under the door!” Topaz hissed.

“Not from the bathroom, they aren't,” I said smugly.

Rose poked him in the side with her horn. “Now who's the goody-four-shoes?”

He pouted. “I just don't want to get in trouble on our first night here. And besides, what good is having a light? We can't do anything we didn't already do in the daytime.”

“Oh, I can think of something...” I let the word hang in the air for a moment. “Why don't you two come up on my bed, and I'll show you?”

Rose Gold gave me a piercing, quizzical look, then glanced back at Topaz, who blushed deeply, even though he didn't seem to know why. Maybe just because the filly he liked was looking at him.

But neither of them moved.

“Come on!” I said, pulling the covers off of myself and gesturing at all the empty space on my bed. It was big enough for a grown-up pony, so there was plenty of extra room. “We have to do it before they get out of their bath.”

“We have to do what?” Rose said, suspicion in her voice.

“Yeah,” Topaz added, completely innocently. “What? Are we all going to sleep in one bed now?” He did come over, though, carefully avoiding stepping on Rose's bed as he made his way over to mine. And by the time he climbed up on top of my big mattress, Rose was on her way, too.

Once they were on my bed – both of them sitting on their haunches and staring at me expectantly – I figured it was time to drop right into it. I grinned at them, savoring how much fun this would be. “We're going to practice kissing—” I gave Rose a significant glance “—and stuff.”

“W-with Rose?” Topaz blurted out.

Before I could answer him, Rose Gold huffed. “And what makes you think I need practice, little filly?” She looked at me disdainfully ... but also with a hint of challenge, like she was telling me I wouldn't dare tell.

Oh, but I would dare. Getting these young ponies together was obviously more important than keeping their silly little secrets. Finding them love was more important than protecting their egos.

I pointed right at Rose Gold. “Rose wants to find out what it's like to be with a colt, but she's afraid that she'll be bad at it.” Before Topaz could respond, I pointed to him, too. “And Topaz is just hopelessly in love with you, Rose.”

Both their mouths dropped open, but for a moment each of them had too much shock and outrage swirling inside to actually say anything.

“I'm not afraid!” Rose all but shouted.

Topaz hid his blushing face from her. “How could you say that? You promised!”

“Come on, you two!” I hopped over to their side of the bed and pressed them together with my hooves, side by side. The instant tension that caused in both of them was palpable. “This is the perfect opportunity! Don't you want to?”

“I never said I wanted to!” Topaz insisted.

But Rose just cringed down a little, looking away. “But what if I'm bad at it?”

“I'll teach you! See, just watch what I do with Topaz, and then you do the same thing, okay?” Without any more warning than that, I leaned forward, held the back of Topaz's neck with a hoof to keep him from backing away, and kissed him.

It was the first time I'd ever kissed a colt. Ever kissed anypony, really. I wasn't prepared for how nice and soft his lips would feel against mine, even as he stared at me point-blank in shock. And I really wasn't prepared for the way he stuck his tongue into my mouth. I'd never noticed that when watching my adoptive parents! But I went along with it, suckling at his tongue a little bit before offering him my own to play with. I had to pretend like it was completely normal and go along with it, or my already-tenuous reputation as an expert would be shattered and they'd never listen to what I was telling them.

When we separated, both of us were breathing a little heavier, and Topaz was blushing harder than ever before. He slowly turned and looked over at Rose, as if he still couldn't believe what had just happened to him.

Rose just stared right back at him.

“Your turn, Rose,” I prompted.

But still she didn't do anything.

Well, okay. What was good for one was good for the other, right? I wrapped my other hoof around the back of Rose's neck, drawing her closer in. She didn't react until my lips touched hers. At first, she only let out a little squeal of surprise, even though she must have seen me coming. But then that squeal turned into a moan. Her eyes drifted closed and she wrapped her hooves around me just like I had with her.

Rose didn't try anything with her tongue, but I could still feel all the repressed passion inside her trying to get out. She pressed so firmly, and she seemed desperate to explore every contour of my lips with her own.

“Great,” I said once we pulled apart. “But maybe don't push so hard. And, um, Topaz, maybe a little warning before you do that thing with your tongue, okay?”

Rose's starry-eyed look turned to sudden horror. “What thing with the tongue? Was I supposed to do something with my tongue?”

“You don't have to,” I assured her. At least I was pretty sure it wasn't necessary. I'd actually liked kissing her a little bit more than I'd liked kissing Topaz. That was something I could think about and come to terms with later. For now, I had something much more important to do. “Okay, now it's your turn. Kiss!”

“Just kiss? With a real colt? Just like that?” Rose bit her lip slightly.

Topaz, though, just stared at her, a mix of terror and need plain to see on his face. His eyes jittered side to side a little as his mind raced ... no doubt thinking of all the ways he could screw this up and make Rose hate him forever.

Of course, neither one of them made any move toward the other. Thankfully, though, I still had my forehooves around both of them. All I had to do was pull them together, pushing them into each other.

Their first kiss together was the most awkward one I've ever seen, even to this day. He was frozen like a statue, seeming too scared to make any action at all, while she was entirely too enthusiastic about it, smothering him with her lips and doggedly inserting her tongue in a desperate effort to do it the right way.

They pulled apart for a moment, and I feared that everything had gone terribly. But no. After a moment to process it, they both dove back toward each other. And their second kiss looked way better than their first. They were all over each other, pressing their bodies together and touching wherever they could with their hooves as they made out with a frenzy of sloppy but very enthusiastic kisses.

I just sat back and smiled, enjoying my work. It felt so great to see them together like this. I had to avoid touching myself, though. I usually did that while watching Mom and Dad, but that was when they couldn't see me. I didn’t think Topaz and Rose would understand if they saw me doing that ... at least not yet. It could ruin their moment.

It seemed like they wanted to go on like that forever ... I was impressed that they could even breathe like that. Didn't they have to come up for air sometime?

When they finally did separate, both of them turned to me. As one, they said, “Thank you!” and came toward me, both of them hugging against me at the same time.

It wasn't long before that hug devolved into a three-way kiss. I'd watched them for so long it made me miss doing it myself. First I kissed Rose again, and the moment I pulled back from her, Topaz was there to take her place. He was much gentler with his tongue this time, and I could actually enjoy the rough, slippery feeling of it against my own. And rather than be left out, Rose just pressed her mouth against both of ours, until we were all kissing each other at the same time. I'd never seen or even imagined anything of that kind, but I melted into it willingly, enjoying the two lovely young bodies against my own.

It was one of those bodies – Topaz's – that ended the lovely moment, though. “Woah!” Rose said, breaking apart from the two of us. “Something just touched me!” She looked down, then recoiled even more. “W-what is that thing?”

I pulled away from Topaz just enough to look down myself. Then I grinned. Rose really was that inexperienced, wasn't she? Good thing I was here to help. “That's his cock,” I told her. “It comes out when he's with a mare he likes, and then he can put it inside her.” I reached down and touched it, which made Topaz shudder a little bit. “It needs to get harder than this first, though.”

“That's supposed to go inside a mare, inside ... me?” She stared down at it still. “But it's so big!”

Sliding back on the bed so I could get lower and look at it closer, I ran my hoof down his floppy length and gave it a critical stare. “He's not that big.” In fact, it was a lot smaller than Pickle Park's cock ... though maybe it would get bigger? It was already growing a little bit and firming up as my hoof held it. “First we need to get it nice and hard.” I looked up at Rose from my position next to his cock. “You wanna suck it?”

“Suck it?” Rose pursed her lips, her eyes going wide. “Like ... with my mouth?”

“Yeah – it's great!”

“But...”

“Like this!” Leaning down just a little bit more, I opened my mouth and took Topaz's tip inside.

Topaz gasped, and the tip of his musky-tasting cock suddenly surged firmer and fuller inside my mouth. Rose Gold gasped as well, though not for the same reasons.

I ignored them both for the moment, though. For the first time ever, I had a cock in my mouth. I liked it! There was just something about that warm skin moving over my tongue, the weight of it in my hooves, and the way my lips stretched around the girth of it that just clicked for me. It felt as if I'd been missing out on this for years, even if I'd never known before what I was missing.

Eagerly, I gulped Topaz's cock down. If a little of it was good, more of it would be even better, right? Amber Gleam sure was able to take a lot more of it than I was right now, so I knew it had to be possible.

At first, it was great. His cock filled up even more of my mouth, and I felt the mass of his tip pressing up against the back of my throat, ready to be swallowed down. So I went for it. Immediately, I regretted it. That hurt! It made me want to gag and choke and spit it back up again. But I knew it had to be possible. Amber Gleam could take almost the whole thing when she wanted to! Keeping that firmly in mind, I shoved myself down on Topaz's cock, taking him deep, deep inside my throat.

But it only got worse ... and what finally made me give up was the way he stiffened inside my throat, his cock going rigid and swelling even bigger. I couldn't breathe! His cock was jamming my throat open so wide I could barely move!

Desperately, I pulled myself off of him, coughing and sputtering and leaving a trail of spit connecting my lips to his tip.

Both of them were staring at me. Topaz with a look of starry-eyed bliss and Rose with mounting horror.

“I ... I don't have to do that, do I?” Rose whispered.

“No, no, of course not,” I said, my voice hoarse and creaky. “Not everyone can be an—” I let out a series of tremendous coughs “—expert like me.” Despite how false that bravado was, the determination was growing inside of me to make it true. After that fateful night, I practiced every single day until I could deepthroat like a champ. Turns out it's pretty easy to find colts and stallions willing to let you suck them off, especially if you're as cute as I was when I was a filly. But that all came later. In the moment, I just told Rose, “You can just stop as soon as it gets uncomfortable. I'm sure he'd be happy even if you could only lick the tip, isn't that right, Topaz?”

His eyes shifted from me back to Rose, and he nodded fervently, his eyes going even wider.

“Well, okay...” Rose scooted down to my level in front of Topaz. “I guess it couldn't hurt to try a little bit.”

She started with just a hesitant little lick, but when that resulted in a very appreciative moan from Topaz, she grew bolder – sliding her tongue lasciviously up and down his shaft before taking his tip inside her mouth. She couldn’t get much more than just the tip, but Topaz didn’t seem to mind.

And even better, Rose actually started touching herself with her other hoof, surreptitiously slipped down between her hind legs. Wonderful! If she'd already figured out that much, the next parts would come more easily.

Despite the way his hooves trembled, he carefully and softly reached down to brush a little bit of Rose's cream-colored mane out of her face. “Oh wow,” he said breathlessly. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

“I know a way you could show her how good that feels!”

“Huh?” Topaz said, his eyes still not leaving the sight of Rose Gold suckling his tip.

But Rose popped up just a moment later, and with a much more intrigued-sounding “Hmm?”

“Yeah!” I said. “Rose, lie down on the bed and spread your hind legs out.”

For a moment, she looked at me as if I was a crazy pony, but soon she shrugged and did as I said. Good. She respected my 'expertise' enough to go along with it even if she thought it sounded weird. That was a great sign.

Once she was lying down on the bed, I turned to Topaz. “Now pay attention. You'll have to do this next. You have to return the favor if a mare sucks you. That's like ... a rule.”

He nodded and watched readily enough.

Satisfied that he'd be taking in every detail, I bent down between Rose's legs. Her cute little pussy was right there, spread open slightly to show a slit of deeper pink between the yellowish-pink outer lips. As I stared, her pussy winked open, briefly popping out a big pink bulb. What was that? I'd felt it against my own hoof when I'd touched myself before, and I knew it felt good to touch, but I still had no idea what it was called or what it was good for besides that. In fact, I was a little unsure about this whole part. I'd seen Pickle do this with Amber a few times, but his head always blocked my view. I had no way of knowing exactly what he was doing.

But I'd been staring and doing nothing for too long, and it stood to reason that if touching myself there felt good, getting licked there should feel good too, right? I was pretty sure I was supposed to lick her – on multiple occasions, Amber had loudly and insistently begged Pickle to 'lick me 'til I scream'.

A jolt ran through Rose's whole body when my tongue touched her little slit, but I kept going. Soon, I was sure that was the right thing to do because she moaned deeply and pressed her hips up, trying to push her little pussy closer against my face.

If she wanted more, I was happy to oblige. Nudging her lips apart with my muzzle, I licked right up through the middle of her hot pink, tangy-tasting slit. Right as I reached the top of it, that round nub winked out again, and it met against my tongue.

Rose let out a startled gasp when that happened, so loudly that I immediately yanked my head back.

“Oh my gosh!” Rose gasped out. “That last thing you did was so good! Do it again! Do it again!”

Instead of going back down there to do it myself, I looked over at Topaz. “No ... I think it's Topaz's turn. You saw what I did, right?”

He nodded solemnly.

“Well give it a try, then. If you do it enough, she'll feel really good.” I was confident of that after seeing it done to Amber Gleam a few times ... as well as my own experience with my hoof.

For a few moments, I watched his fumbling efforts at nuzzling his way into Rose's pussy, but I was soon distracted by the sight of his light blue rump stuck up in the air behind him ... not to mention that cock of his still rigid underneath his belly. Bigger than before, but still nowhere near as big as Pickle's... But maybe that made sense. Topaz was only a colt. Maybe his cock would get bigger just like the rest of him when he grew up.

In the meantime, though, I didn’t see why it should just stick out there in the air without anypony enjoying it...

Topaz started and turned his head around the moment he felt my mouth on his cock, but I waved a hoof at him to suggest that he should keep going with Rose. He went back to her easily enough, leaving me to enjoy his body.

This time, instead of trying to jam the whole thing down my throat, I worked my way around the outside, sliding my lips and tongue over and around his shaft everywhere I could reach. I just couldn’t get enough of feeling that big, firm, hot core of his cock surrounded by such soft, supple skin. I even traced my way all the way down to his balls and experimented with licking those, too.

He seemed to like that, if the way he moaned was any clue. And even better, Rose really seemed to like it when he moaned. I could feel her body jerk against the bed, making the whole thing shake, and a moment later she let out her own loud moan.

After that, things only grew and grew. Topaz started humping his hips forward against my mouth, and I happily let him fuck the little gap between my lips. Rose's cries and gasped breaths grew every louder and more desperate ... until she finally went quiet for a moment.

Just for a moment, though. When that brief moment of calm had passed, she screamed, squealing out her passion to my bedroom ceiling as her whole body convulsed, rattling my bed against the wall. Ooh – I hoped my adoptive parents wouldn't hear that!

Topaz jumped back away from her, so far that he pulled his cock away from my mouth at the same time. “Did I...?” He stared at her shaking body in horror. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“She's fine,” I said with more confidence than I really felt. I was pretty sure what I'd just seen. “That's normal ... and it means she really liked it. Right, Rose?”

She lifted one trembling hoof. “Mmm... Uh-huh. Oh my gosh, wow! What... What was that?” She took a few deep, heaving breaths, then managed to lift her head up and look at me. “Can we do it again?”

“Maybe sometime. But first, there's one more thing I want to show you.”

“More?” Rose flopped down onto the bed almost as if she'd fainted.

Topaz, though, slid up toward me, an almost manic smile on his face. “There's even more? Do I get to have fun this time?”

“You both do.” I smiled back. “Or maybe ... we both do. You wanna help me show Rose how it's done while she catches her breath?”

Topaz nodded his head so hard I thought I'd hear things rattling inside.

“Well, we should get off of the bed for this one.” I hopped down, positioning myself next to the bed where Rose would be able to see easily. Still though, I wanted to be sure. “Can you see me good enough, Rose?” I asked.

Rose turned her head toward me as Topaz hopped off the bed. She was still breathing heavily, but with longer, deeper, more relaxed breaths now. She'd probably be ready for another turn soon.

But for now, it was my turn. “Good,” I told her. “Now, Topaz, this might sound kind of weird, but unfortunately there just isn't any easy way to show you ... not without some other stallion here to do it.”

He came around in front of me ... closer than he'd normally stand. He was getting awfully comfortable around me, which was all for the better, probably.

“No,” I said, pushing him to the side. “Come around behind me. Then you're going to hop your front legs up and slide your chest up over my butt, okay? And then your cock is going to go inside my pussy.”

He was already halfway around behind me, but froze when I said that. “Your ... what?”

“That little pink slit under my tail. Sometime it winks open.” I consciously made my own pussy wink, just to show him. “Not my butt hole...” I definitely didn't want him sticking anything there, though I'd later learn how much fun that could be. “... The long up-and-down hole below it.”

“Here?” He said, touching my pussy with his hoof.

I stifled the little moan that wanted to come from my throat at the feeling of somepony else touching me there. “Yeah,” I purred. “That's the spot.”

“Oh. My sister calls that her vag. Or sometimes her cunt. Um ... mostly when she's yelling at me to stop staring at it.”

I smiled back at him and winked my pussy again. “Well, you can stare at mine all you want.”

“Mine, too,” Rose said softly from her spot on the bed.

“But for now, wouldn't you rather try putting your cock inside it?”

He gulped. “It can really go inside there?”

“Uh-huh!” I said confidently. That part I knew for sure. It seemed like that was Pickle and Amber's favorite thing to do with each other. Sometimes they skipped the other stuff, especially if they were in a hurry, but they always did that part.

“Okay ... here it goes...” He finally got into place right behind me, and without taking any time to appreciate the view of my raised tail and slightly-spread legs, he hopped right up onto my back, quickly scooting forward.

The tip of his cock – still wet with my spit – rubbed against the bottom of my pussy, making me gasp at the contact, but then it slid downward when he pushed, slipping down between my thighs.

“No, that's not quite the spot. Back up and try again.”

When he did, I held his cock in my magic, helping guide his tip to just the right spot, near the top of my slit ... just where I'd seen Pickle pushing into Amber so many times already.

Now that he had help, Topaz's tip pushed right against my pussy lips, quickly squeezing between them and spreading them open. And he just kept going! Thankfully, he was still pretty slippery from having my spit on him, or else it would have really hurt. Even as it was, it hurt quite a bit. Something seemed to tear inside of me as his cock rammed deeper and deeper inside, and he didn’t seem to care at all. Even as tears came to my eyes, he just groaned and shoved himself all the way in.

The pain was fleeting though. Before I'd even managed to say anything to him, he'd already thrusted in and out a couple times purely on instinct, and with every movement, that pain was replaced by pleasure.

At that age, I didn't really understand the significance of losing my virginity. I was just surprised how good it could feel to be stuffed full of a colt's cock deep inside me. It seemed to fit so perfectly in my pussy, touching me everywhere at once, even in places I'd never known I had.

And when his forehooves gripped hard against my sides and he bit down on the base of my mane to help him push harder, I couldn't help but let out a little moan. I could feel every contour and vein of his cock rippling in and out over the entrance of my pussy, and his big firm warmth moving deep inside me churned me in ways I'd never imagined before, lighting a fire deep inside me that has never really gone out since. Every thrust from him rocked me forward a little bit, and every time his little balls bumped against the bottom bulge of my pussy, it made me let out a little gasp.

“Um... Can I try that?”

Both of us froze for a moment. I opened my eyes – when had I closed them? – To find Rose Gold standing right in front of me, looking up and down between both of us. She held one hoof up in front of her nervously, and her tail was already flipped up high behind her back.

“Um... Of course you can.” I tried to ignore the desperate way my pussy winked around the base of his now-stationary shaft. Slowly, despite every instinct in my body telling me not to, I stepped forward, out from under Topaz. His cock slid out of me in a way that made my fur stand on end, finally plopping free just as he slid down off of my back.

Instantly, Rose took her place right next to me, bumping her side and her rump up against mine. She swished her tail back and forth in front of his face. “I'm ready, Topaz,” she said. “I want to finally know what it's like. Do it!”

Eagerly, Topaz leapt up onto Rose Gold's back, but before he could shove himself inside her, I gripped his tip with my magic. More than guiding him in this time, I held him in place, preventing him from pushing.

“Slowly,” I said with grave vehemence, remembering the way it had felt when he started with me. “You need to start really slowly and gently, or it will hurt.”

“Oh, um... Okay.” He glanced between me and the back of Rose's head. “Wait ... does that mean...?”

“I'll be fine. But you don't want to hurt Rose, do you?”

He winced, his whole body stiffening for a moment. “No! Not at all!”

“Then do it as slowly and gently as you can. Ask her when she's ready.”

He nodded gravely. “Um... Rose, are you ready to start?”

Rose looked back at me. “It's not going to hurt, is it?”

“You'll be fine as long as he's gentle with you.” I really hoped that was true. I felt like it would have been a lot easier for me if he'd done it slowly and gently instead of just shoving himself in. “Tell us if it hurts at all, and he'll stop.”

She took a deep breath ... but her tail rose up even higher, her pussy winking fervently underneath. “Okay ... I'm ready.”

The moment I released my magical hold enough to allow him, Topaz pressed forward. But to his credit, he immediately slowed to a glacial pace the instant his tip made contact.

“Oh ... oh wow,” Rose said. “It feels so big ... and so warm.”

“Uh-huh. Really nice, isn't it?” I licked my lips, wishing I could feel that again. Pain or not, I wanted that again. I wanted as much as I could get of it! “Okay, Topaz, push forward just a little.”

I watched, fascinated, as Rose's pussy lips spread open around Topaz's tip. I'd never seen it this slow or this close before, so I'd never before seen the delicate way her pussy lips bulged out or the little triangle of pink that remained on either side once the roundness of his cock pressed into her vertical slit. Both of them moaned as her pussy slowly swallowed just the first little bit of his tip.

Once he was fully inside, I touched his flank to stop him for a moment. “There, how does that feel?”

“T-that's it?” Rose looked back at me. “I ... I thought it would feel deeper than that.”

“This is just the beginning,” I told her, smiling. “But it's feeling good so far?”

“Yes! Oh Goddess, yes!”

My smile grew. “Okay, Topaz ... take it nice and slow, and stop if she shouts.”

He pushed, even slower than before, and I watched with more than a little bit of jealously as the sides of his shaft gradually slid past Rose's pussy lips, using my juices to make it all easier. I was tempted to touch myself again, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. I could always touch myself later. Maybe I could even get them to touch me later. For now, it was all about Topaz and Rose, as it should be.

And, thankfully, I turned out to be right. Eventually, Topaz got all the way inside Rose, and she'd never done anything more than stiffen slightly, so it couldn't have hurt much, if it did at all.

“There,” I said, reaching up to touch his sheath where it pressed against her pussy lips. “That's all of it. How's that feel, Rose?”

“It's ... it's... How is it even possible for something to feel this good?” She moaned when Topaz just shifted his weight slightly. “It's like ... like I've always been empty on the inside, and I finally found a way to fill it!”

Oh, I could remember that. And I wished it was still happening to me. “Yeah ... pretty great isn't it? Topaz, why don't you try moving a little?”

He did ... and with hardly any of the restraint he'd shown earlier. But Rose didn't seem to mind. She cooed out soft little moans every time his thighs came back to bump against her ass cheeks, and her whole body shuddered – her pussy winking madly – whenever he pulled out for another thrust.

Or maybe he had been using some restraint. Because the more he went, the faster he started going, losing all sense of rhythm and just jamming himself into her as much and as often as he could. Each time, he pushed hard at the end, as if trying to get even deeper, even though he was already hilted to his sheath.

“Cadance!” Rose gasped out, her eyes going wide. “It's... He's getting bigger! Deep inside of me, I can feel it! It's stretching me out! What's he gonna—?”

Before Rose could finish her question, her pussy finished Topaz. With one brutish final thrust, he locked himself against her, and I saw the tell-tale rhythmic pulsing of his sheath.

By that time, I'd seen what that meant. I'd seen Pickle cumming on Amber's face once, so I knew what was happening deep inside Rose Gold's pussy. I just wished that I could know what it felt like. From the way Rose shuddered, her eyes rolling up, I could tell it must be amazing ... but what would it feel like to have all that white stuff gushing out deep inside?

When the pulses finally slowed down to nothing, Topaz slumped down against Rose's body, his forehooves hugging her from behind. He nuzzled his face up against her neck, breathing deeply as he let her creamy mane flow over his nose. In a soft, whispering voice that wouldn't be audible if the room wasn't so quiet, he said, “I love you, Rose Gold.”

She turned her head and kissed him briefly. “I... I think I love you too, Topaz.”

The instant she said that, a bright flash came from behind me, startling all three of us. Had somepony opened my bedroom door? I turned sideways, looking back there to see what it had been, but there was nothing behind me.

Topaz slid off of Rose's back. “Cadance ... your cutie mark!”

Rose, her pussy still dripping white, darted over for a closer look. “Oh wow, it's amazing! So pretty!”

I craned my neck around to look at it myself. My eyes went wide. A crystalline blue heart, with two little gold frills underneath it. It was pretty! And it had finally happened! I finally got my cutie mark! And it was for helping ponies find love! How great of a talent was that! “Yes!” I shouted out loud. “I can't wait to show my friends!”

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Chapter 4 - The Loner

After school that same day, I made sure to catch up with Hazel Haze and corner him. It wasn't easy. He'd seen me eying him the whole time we were in class, and the moment the school bell rung, he was soaring off into the sky. Luckily for me, though, he wasn't the only one with wings.

I pursued him all the way to his hiding spot – a big fluffy cloud above town, where I suddenly pounced down at him from above.

He must not have seen me coming, because he was taken entirely by surprise. Only just before I plowed right into him did he startle and jump to the side into a taller bit of fluff on the cloud.

Pleased with my ability to sneak up on him, I came to a soft, controlled landing on top of the cloud, then stood right in front of his cowering form, grinning down at him with my wings outspread. “Got ya!”

Hazel just cowered down a little more, curling up into a little ball and sinking into the cloud a bit. The way he turned his head, his long blue mane covered most of his face.

“I bet you forgot I could fly too, didn't you?”

He peeked up at me past his mane. “Um... You don't usually fly very often.”

There. He could speak after all! I pranced in place a little bit, trying to restrain how quickly my tail was rising up, but not doing a very good job of it. “And I snuck right up to you without you even noticing! Wasn't that great?”

Shrinking back down, Hazel made an odd little strangled sound ... difficult to interpret, but he sure didn't seem to think it was that great.

“Of course—” I looked at him slyly “—I'm not the only one who's good at sneaking, am I?”

The whimpering sound he made in response to that was even more strained and enigmatic.

Giggling a little, I prodded his curled-up body with my pink hoof. I couldn't help it – he just looked so cute like that! “Come on, you can admit it. You know I saw you. Did you see the whole thing? What part did you like best?”

“I... I wasn't trying to—”

I came closer, almost nose-to-nose with him. “Did you like watching me? Do you think I'm a sexy filly?”

He stared up at me, his cheeks blushing from light brown to bright red. His lips moved a little, but if he was actually saying something, it was way too quiet for me to hear.

Edging just a little bit closer, I actually touched my nose against his. “Do you want to try it?”

Gasping, he recoiled, even though there wasn't much room for him to go further back against the fluffy barrier of the cloud behind him. “I... I couldn't.” He looked away, his cute little body trembling and his wings folded tightly against himself.

“Come on,” I whispered. “It wouldn't hurt to try it just a little, would it? I promise it'll be fun.” I tried to whisper it in the most heated, alluring way I could ... though with my limited experience, it definitely could have been better.

“But...”

I waited for a moment to see what his objection would be. None was forthcoming. Apparently that 'but' was all I was going to get. Maybe if I came on a little more strongly... How could I do that?

Well, I knew he liked having something to look at. And that, I could arrange! Without really getting any farther away from him, I turned around. When I spread apart my legs and raised my tail in front of him, I heard another strained little gasp, which let me know he was definitely seeing me. And even though I wasn't that aroused just yet, I squeezed those new muscles I'd discovered lately and winked my pussy open for him a couple times.

“Don't you want to know what it feels like?” I said, not even looking over my shoulder at him. I didn’t need to look. I knew exactly where his eyes would be focused.

“Are... Are you sure this is okay?”

“Of course it is!” I raised my tail even higher and scooted a little bit closer to him. “Here, touch me. You can touch wherever you want.”

For the longest time – or what seemed to my little filly mind the longest time – nothing happened. Just as I was about to turn around and check to make sure he hadn't snuck off, I felt the gentle touch of his hoof against the curve of my ass cheek.

“Mmm,” I moaned, making sure to sound even more appreciative of the scant little touch than I really was. I pressed back against him, making his hoof sink slightly in against the soft fur of my rump.

Slowly, slowly he began to get a little bolder. First, he ventured just to rub the little part of my ass he was touching. Then he gathered up enough courage to actually start sliding his hoof around the pink curve of it, massaging my little roundness. When he was brave enough to touch the other cheek with his other hoof and even squeeze them together a little bit, I gave him another wink.

That was all it took. A moment later, his hoof touched the soft wetness of my pussy lips ... a little more roughly than I might have liked, but not enough to be painful, and at least he was finally getting into the spirit of things.

All too soon after that, he pulled his hoof away. “It's all...” He sniffed it. “What ... what is this stuff?”

I turned around, and before he could retreat again, I grabbed his hoof in two of mine, held it up to my face, and licked it clean. His eyes went wide and he let out a little moan as he felt my tongue there. And I tasted myself for the first time ... a little sweeter than the other fillies I'd tasted so far. Was that something to be proud of? I figured so. I was a pretty sexy little filly, wasn't I?

When I snuck a glance under Hazel's belly, I knew that I was. His cock had already come almost all the way out ... and he was huge! Well, not as big as a full-grown stallion, of course, but quite a bit bigger than any of the other colts I'd been playing with so far. I eyed the tip of it greedily. I may have even licked my lips a little bit.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense where I was looking, and he made haste to block my view with his hooves.

“Don't hide it,” I said, moving to brush his hooves out of the way ... which just happened to move my face closer to his at the same time. “You have a beautiful cock. Won't you let me see it?”

Hesitantly, he gave way to my prodding hooves and moved his forelegs out of the way.

I dropped right down to the level of the cloud, resting my belly against its fluffy surface in order to get a great look up at Hazel's cock. Really magnificent. It still curved downward in its semi-hard state, and in doing so, it nearly drooped down low enough to touch the cloud he was standing on. Almost as thick around as my foreleg, it just looked so big and beefy hanging there, swinging a bit as he moved nervously. I could already imagine that mottled pink tip swelling up deep inside of me and those big round balls of his emptying themselves into my deepest, warmest place. Without even realizing it, I was creeping closer, my head already between his forelegs.

“C-Cadance,” he said. “What are you doing?”

Without coming up from underneath him, I asked, “Can I suck it?”

“You... You want to what?”

“Can I suck on your cock?” I licked my lips again, already almost drooling at the thought. “I promise it will feel really good.”

“But isn’t that, like, really weird? Mommy says I shouldn't even let anypony see it.”

“Please? We don't have to tell anypony. It'll be our little secret.”

He didn't respond, at least not verbally. I did feel one of his hooves tracing the curve of my back, though. And as he touched my nice pink fur, his cock twitched upward, hardening a little and bumping right up against my muzzle.

I didn't even think about it. Somehow, I just accepted his cock's invitation as permission enough. Opening my mouth wider than ever, I squeezed his thick tip inside.

“Cadance!” he cried out in shock ... but he didn't pull away. Rather, he instinctively nudged his hips forward, slipping more of his half-hard cock into my mouth.

I gulped it down eagerly, running my tongue along the broad underside of it and beginning to bob my head against him, taking even more of his length ... though there was still plenty to spare.

He moaned as if he couldn't believe what he was feeling, a long, drawn-out and strained sound, but still definitely one of pleasure. And if I had any doubt about the way he was feeling, that would have been alleviated by the way his cock hardened in my mouth, swelling even bigger and pushing even harder in its effort to plunge down my throat.

Hazel's cock was just too big for me, though. Despite my valiant efforts, I just couldn't swallow his tip. Too thick.

Eventually, I couldn't handle it anymore, not even just his tip in my mouth. It was just too hard to breathe. But I still rubbed my lips up and down the rest of his length as I caught my breath. “Do you want to put it inside me?” I whispered, still rubbing my face up and down his nice thick shaft.

“In... Inside? Like in your...?”

“In my pussy.”

“I... I, um...”

Slowly, I slid forward, following the now-firm curve of his cock all the way down to his sheath, then even a bit farther until I could nuzzle up against his dangling balls. I propped my hind legs up and swished my tail far to the side. From his angle above me, he should have been just barely able to see my pussy lips, now winking open again and again all on their own and dripping little clear drops onto the cloud ... and anypony unfortunate enough to be walking below that cloud.

My lips tickling against the nice full bulges of his balls, I whispered again ... but a loud whisper, because I really wanted to make sure he heard this part: “You just have to promise me one thing.”

“Uh-huh?”

“When you finish, you have to do it inside me, as deep as you can, okay?”

His hoof had been gently brushing up and down the curve of my rump, but it suddenly stopped when I said that. “When I what?”

“You'll know it when it happens. Just promise me you won't pull it back out of me until it's completely finished, okay?”

“Um... Okay.”

Now that was what I wanted to hear! After wriggling my way out from underneath, I darted back around to stand in front of him, once again with my ass held high, my tail held even higher, and my hind legs slightly spread.

“Wow,” Hazel breathed. “You're so...”

I leaned backwards, sticking my little round rump back at him. “Please don't make me wait for it!”

“But how do I—?”

Rather than explain to yet another colt the mechanics of how to do it – by this time, I'd begun to think it should be obvious – I simply backed up, crouching down underneath him for a brief moment before popping my rump back up under his chest and physically planting myself right where I wanted to be underneath him.

“Woah!” He said in an almost accusatory way. His forelegs gripped onto my hips just for the sake of holding himself steady. But when his tip kissed up against my wet, winking pussy, I felt his legs tighten around my body in a new, more purposeful and instinctual way. A moment later, he did exactly what I'd hoped he would do: push his hips forward. He probably didn't even know why he was doing it ... but as long as his body knew what to do, that was good enough for me.

The broad tip of his cock briefly mashed against my pussy, simply pressing it – lips and all – against me. But thanks to the bit of slipperiness left from when I was suckling him, not to mention my prolifically flowing juices, it soon managed to stretch my entrance open and slip inside.

I cried out when he first entered my pussy. I couldn't help it. He was barely in, and I already felt so full and stretched!

Hazel stopped. “Are you okay, Cadance?”

A pleasant warmth filled me, and not the warmth of his cock. Of all the colts I'd been with so far, Hazel was the only one who was willing to take it slow and make sure his filly was okay without needing to be instructed to do so. It made my pussy wink around the end of his shaft all the more fervently. “Mmm-hm,” I cooed, shifting from side to side slightly so I could feel the girth of his cock between my ass cheeks. “You can put it all the way in if you want. I'm ready.”

I felt every last contour of his cock as he slowly and relentlessly pushed it into me. It reminded me of seeing a clown at the last summer fair blowing up the long, thin balloons he used to tie up into animals, only that's the way it felt inside me – a long stretching motion flowing up into me until I was filled to the brim. My pussy couldn't help but grip tightly around his substantial girth, flowing around the long sleek curves of his upper shaft, rippling over his medial ring, and squeezing extra hard as the veiny, even thicker base of his cock squeezed its way in through my entrance.

Finally, just at the point where I thought I might burst, I felt his thighs bumping up against my ass cheeks. He pushed and pushed, pulling my hips back toward himself as his cheek rested against my neck, but that was everything he had to give.

I was glad that was everything he had. Any more, and it probably would have hurt. Even as it was, I felt stuffed full like I never had been before. It was like everything inside me had been rearranged, and now the whole purpose of my body was to make room for that great big colt cock of his. And I loved it! I could feel his warm sheath tucked up under my tail between my ass cheeks, and I could feel his flattened tip pressing tightly against my innermost depths. It was perfect.

One he'd stayed like that for a bit longer than I expected him to, though, I twisted my neck around to look back at him. “You can, um ... move a little, if you want.”

He stopped rubbing his cheek against my pink neck fur and looked up at me. “Oh.” He glanced around, as if the other clouds floating around us would hold some clue. “Like, um, this?” Rather than pulling his hips back, he stretched out his hind legs, actually going up rather than in and out.

Stretched as I was, my body was lifted up with him. But the motion did change the angle of his cock inside me, making my strained inner walls flow over his girth inside me. I let out a little gasp. Wow! He was just so huge!

Hazel must have taken that gasp to mean I liked it, because he lowered himself back down, only to lift up again ... and again ... and again.

I didn't have the heart to try and correct him. Honestly, I didn't have the breath to spare, either. I wasn't even sure if he was really doing it wrong or if this was just a different way to do it. After all, it felt incredible. And as much as I wanted to feel him thrusting deeply into me again, I didn't want him to pull out, not ever, not even if it was to push right back in. This rocking motion of him lifting inside me again and again stirred my insides in waves, made me feel like I was floating in a warm ocean rather than up on a cloud. I braced my front hooves against the fluffy surface and pressed back against him, keeping him as deeply inside me as he could possibly go throughout every motion of it.

“Cadance,” he huffed against my neck. “I... I feel...”

I could feel it too: his tip already flaring out deep inside me, stretching my deepest insides in a way I'd never felt before. It was like he was stretching something new open deep inside of me, and no amount of my pussy's desperate squeezing around him could stop it. Maybe it would have hurt, should have hurt ... if I wasn't so far gone in pleasure. I knew he was about to finish, but so was I ... and all I cared about was making sure he stayed right where he was when he did it.

“Do it!” I panted in deep breaths, to the same rhythm of his lifting hips. “I need to ... feel it ... inside! Please!”

“Cadance, I...” He grunted, clutching my hips even more tightly against himself as he lifted my rump one last time, so high that my hind hooves left the surface of the cloud. “I'm...”

His words faded into a deep, breathless moan, and I felt his cock throb inside me. That first beautiful pulse... I could feel it shoot up through his length, all the way from my entrance until it burst out and flooded me deep inside.

Yes! My eyes drifted closed and my pussy clenched down hard around his next pulse. The glowing heat of my orgasm spread through me from that deep inner core all the way out to my hooves and the tip of my horn; the swishing warmth of Hazel's cream seemed to spread just as far. The two sensations flowed into one, swirling inside me and redoubling with every fresh hot gush of colt cream he pumped deep, deep inside of me.

He was faithful to his word, keeping his tip planted as deeply inside as he possibly could. Even as he trembled and shook a little under the strain of unloading himself inside a filly for the first time, he never let his cock budge even the slightest bit outward.

Soon, though, it was too much for me to handle. Even though I could feel myself swelling in new and wonderful ways deep inside, I just didn't have enough room to keep everything he was giving me. I felt the warm surges pooling around his tip, then slipping past it, wave by wave surging back up along his cock, soaking my inner walls before finally dripping out around my pulsing entrance.

And still he gave me more. It flowed through me, ever-renewing my orgasm, making me dizzy to the point of nearly losing track of where I was and what I was doing. All that mattered was that big hot cock throbbing into me and the ever-swelling pool of warm cream ballooning deep inside.

Sadly, though, that feeling couldn't last forever. His thick spurts of cream gradually lessened, as did my orgasm.

I opened my eyes onto a suddenly too-bright and revitalized world, and I found myself a little chilly so high in the air now that I was covered in sweat.

And even though I could feel Hazel's cock softening inside of me, he kept pushing back against me, holding himself in until the very last moment. Beyond the very last moment.

Moving slowly, as if in a dream, I turned my head around and nuzzled his other cheek – the one he wasn't pressing against my neck. He'd drooled a little bit against my neck fur, but I couldn't complain about something so little after what he'd just given me, could I?

“That was amazing,” I said softly. “You can pull out now, if you want.”

He didn't, although he did relax a little, lowering my rump back down and letting my hind legs touch the cloud again. He still didn't pull his cock out, though, not until it did it for him – when it finally softened and retreated enough to pop out of my pussy all on its own.

I could feel the warm remnants of our lovemaking seep down between my pussy lips, going on to drip down through the cloud. Hopefully nopony would be down there to get splattered. My pussy gave a few more strong winks, as if thanking him for everything he'd given me.

Turning around, I hugged him around his neck and nuzzled his mane. “You were so good. I've never felt like that before.”

“Me neither,” he said quickly, his sweat-streaked sides still heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

“And that was such a neat way to do it. All the other colts I've seen just push it in and out, but you just stayed in and in and in ... it was so intense!”

He cringed, a little bit of the old shyness coming back despite what we'd just shared with each other. “Was I... Did I do it wrong? But you said not to pull out until I was finished.”

“And you didn't!” I smiled and kissed him on his cute little nose. “And I loved it!”

Blushing again, Hazel turned his head away, though I could still see a hint of one eye peeking up at me through his mane. “But, um... Could we maybe do it again sometime. Just, you know ... so I can, um... try doing it the right way?”

I giggled, then ducked down below his mane so I could kiss him on the lips.

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Chapter 3 - The Celebration

As soon as I could get out of the house the next day, I rushed to the playground where I knew my friends would probably be hanging out before school. It was just a little cleared area right next to the forest on the outskirts of town. Its playhouse had knotholes in the walls, its slide was rusted, and its seesaw would barely move at all, squeaking terribly when it did. When we'd first discovered it, the place had been dark and mysterious, both scaring us away and drawing us to it. Because it was in such disrepair, no other foals ever went there, so it became our own secret hideaway, almost a clubhouse ... and now it didn't feel dark or mysterious at all – it felt like a second home.

As I crested the last hill and went around the patch of bushes that blocked my view, I could see the old playground in the middle distance. And since it was such a nice day outside, all three of my friends were already there, hanging around the old playground.

There was Lemony Drop, the girly earth pony who was so easy to spot with her bright yellow body and white mane. She already had a wrapped candy for a cutie mark and was training with her dad to go into the family sweet-making business. It looked like she was teasing Half Step about something.

Half Step was a brown earth pony, and his face was blushing nearly as red as his mane for some reason. What was Lemony teasing him about? He was normally so outgoing and self-assured ever since he got his cutie mark of a drum and found a passion for dancing ... it was rare to see him blush like that. Pretty much only Lemony could do that to him.

And, as usual, Page Turner was a little apart from the others, lounging on the creaky old seesaw. He was a dark grey pegasus pony, and as was always the case, he was holding a book out in front of himself with his wings. Now that I had my cutie mark, he'd be the only one of the four of us to still be a blank flank ... but it didn't seem to bother him or anypony else. Everypony already knew that his cutie mark and special talent would both have something to do with all those books he was always reading, so nopony – not even Turner himself – seemed to be in a hurry for him to get his mark.

I ran straight up to all three of them, then skidded to a halt on the old playground sand, turning sideways as I did so that they'd all see my brand new cutie mark.

“Woah! Cadance – your cutie mark! It's awesome!” Half Step came trotting up to see it closer, no doubt happy to have a change of subject.

Lemony came after him, more slowly and calmly ... but Turner barely spared a moment, peeking at my flank over the top of his book before going back to it.

“How'd you get it?” Half Step said as Lemony came up next to him to gawk at my flank. “What's it mean?”

I beamed a great big smile so ardently that it soon started to make my cheeks a little sore. “I think I kind of help ponies with ... you know, love and sex and stuff!”

“Love and sex stuff?” Lemony scrunched up her face a little. “Gross! No way you could have such a pretty cutie mark for stuff like that.”

“No, it really is – and it's not gross, it's amazing! It's the best thing ever!”

By that time, the conversation had finally heated up enough to really distract Turner from his book. After carefully sticking one of his own feathers between the pages as a bookmark, he came over to stare at my new mark himself. “Interesting... You know, that heart shape really reminds me of something I was reading about in Sparkle Smoke's Compendium of Mystical and Rare Artifacts. Something from way up north ... Yakyakistan, maybe? What was it called...? Maybe I should go find the reference copy at the library and—”

“What? Come on!” Lemony poked him in the ribs with one yellow hoof. “Your friend just got her cutie mark, and she says it's for love and sex and stuff, and now you want to go look it up in a book?”

Half Step laughed a little. “It's Turner, Lemony. What did you expect?”

“I can do other things!” Turner favored each of them in turn with ill-favored looks. “It's just that I could swear her cutie mark looks exactly like the illustration in—”

“Seriously, though, sex stuff?” Lemony went on, completely disregarding what Turner was trying to say. “Are you even sure that's what it's really for? I've never heard of anypony having a cutie mark for stuff like that.”

“I'm sure.” I winked at her. “Come on, let's go in the playhouse and I'll show you!” Without waiting so see if they'd agree or not, I trotted straight to the playhouse and went inside. I knew exactly what my cutie mark meant. What had happened last night couldn't be interpreted any other way ... even though I'd told Mom and Dad that it meant I was good at helping ponies become friends with each other. After seeing how well Rose Gold and Topaz got along with each other the next morning, Amber had believed me instantly. Pickle had wondered why it was a heart if it meant friendship – a lot of his 'friends' in Baltimare had heart cutie marks, he said – but that had been easy enough to brush off, especially since I was in such a hurry to get here and show off to my friends.

Even though Lemony was the first one to follow me inside the playhouse, when I asked who wanted to try it first, she'd just blushed and rubbed one hoof against the other. It was Half Step who stepped up, saying, “Sure, I guess I'll try it. What are we gonna—?”

His question cut off into a muffled shout of surprise as my lips met his. At first, he seemed to surprised to respond at all, but when I wrapped my hooves around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, he finally began to reciprocate it a little. It began with him just turning his head to a more comfortable angle and opening his mouth just slightly. That was invitation enough for me to venture in with my tongue a little bit ... and once he felt that, he seemed to take it as an invitation for him to give me his in turn.

He turned out to be a wonderful kisser, once he got into it. By the time we separated, both blushing and looking at each other with sparkling eyes, the other two were blatantly staring at us. But I mostly only had eyes for Half Step. We'd known each other and been friends for so long, it felt incredible to take this new step, deepening our connection together in a completely new way.

Lemony's tail had risen up noticeably behind her, but she frowned dismissively. “That's it? You got a cutie mark for kissing?”

“Oh, a lot more than kissing.” I smiled at Half Step. “Sit down. Yeah – right there on the floor.”

The playhouse had a wooden floor that was probably once rough, but had been polished smooth by generations of foals' hooves playing on it. Half Step sat down on it readily enough. He seemed pretty willing to be compliant after enjoying a kiss like that.

I settled down lower on the floor in front of him, and I pushed his hind legs apart with my hooves. Wonderful! Half Step's cute little balls hung right in front of me, and apparently the kiss had been good enough to tease his cock out a little bit – the tip of it was peeking out just beyond the edge of his sheath. Smiling, I slowly drew closer.

Half Step stared down at me. “Cadance? What are you—?”

He gasped when my tongue touched the barely-showing tip of his cock ... but he didn't recoil or make any move to stop me. Actually, his body instinctively nudged toward me, and his cock nudged just a little more out of his sheath.

“Cadance,” he said breathlessly. “I... I've never felt anything like that before! It's so... Mmm!”

Taking everything he'd shown so far inside my mouth was more than enough to take his mind off of talking. It was just a little nubbin so far, anyway. Soft and warm, it fit in my mouth so nicely, and I could freely play my tongue across it.

It didn't stay that small for long, though. Quickly, it swelled to fill my whole mouth, then press against the back of my throat, all while Half Step moaned and trembled.

I did want to practice taking it in my throat again, but not yet. I wanted to work myself up to it first, and I wanted him to be ready, too. So instead, I pulled my mouth off of him for a moment. A quick glance was enough to confirm that both Lemony and Turner were watching from behind either of my shoulders, paying very close attention to what I was doing. So why not make it a bit of a lesson? “You can't forget to give a little attention to the balls, too,” I said, gently touching Half Step's with my hoof. “Like this!”

Both of the others craned their heads forward for a better angle as I pushed my face almost down to the floor and began licking the lovely smooth curves of Half Step's balls. They tasted nice and fresh – he must have taken a bath this morning – and they were just so gloriously warm and full. I could just barely wrap my lips around each one of the round bulges, and I hummed my satisfaction at feeling the way they churned deep inside. This time, I was going to find out what it felt like to have a colt finish inside me, and I could already tell Half Step was going to be a really good friend and give me a nice big load!

Something warm and heavy flopped down over my mane. At first, I thought it must have been Lemony or Turner doing something, but when I looked up, I saw what had happened while I'd been distracted with Half Step's balls. His cock had grown to very nearly its full size, but it hadn't really hardened yet, so it rested languorously from my forehead to just behind my left ear.

What else was a filly like me to do but trace my tongue all the way up from his balls to his tip? His cock slid down over my head as I did, the tip of it briefly falling across my eye before bopping me right on the nose. And with it right there against my nose ... well, why not? I looked up at him half lovingly and half mischievously, and I opened my mouth, holding out my tongue.

Getting his tip to drop from my nose onto my tongue was easy. I caught it there like a true love expert pony. Of course, it might have helped that he was starting to stiffen even more, so that by the time I took his tip completely inside my mouth again, it was already holding itself up almost completely.

After that, I just went to town on him. Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like the lovely feeling of slurping on a nice warm cock that's just the right size for your mouth. I stroked the rest of his length with my hooves as I bobbed my head more and more enthusiastically. He was getting all the way hard now, which made it all the more fun.

“I ... I can't believe she's really doing it,” Turner mumbled.

Lemony made a shocked little sound. “I can't believe you're touching yourself while she does it!”

“What? Why shouldn't I?”

“Duh – gross! Am I the only one here who hasn't suddenly turned into a sex-crazed maniac?”

“I wouldn't go throwing around words like 'sex-crazed maniac' if I were a filly with my tail that high up in the air...”

I ignored those other two as best I could, focusing instead on the carnal bliss of pleasuring Half Step's nice little colt cock. I was able to get him even deeper than I'd managed with Topaz ... at least until he began to flare out at the end.

When his tip suddenly began to swell inside my throat, I pulled off of him, sputtering and gasping. Woah, I thought, my mouth still wide open, is he really about to—?

The first fat stream of it jetted right out of his tip and straight over my tongue, instantly flooding my mouth with a slosh of white cream. And just as I closed my mouth, wondering if I should swallow, the next big burst of it spattered all over my muzzle. It was so sticky! And so ... delicious! After that, I planted my dripping lips right against the hole in his flared cock, drinking it down and swallowing it almost as fast as he could give it to me. I still ended up with one big, cheek-bulging mouthful as his spurts tapered off to nothing.

I pulled away from his tip, leaving a stringing trail between for a moment, then looked right up into Half Step's hazel eyes as I slowly gulped down that last bit. I could see his eyes follow it down, watching the little bump in my throat.

Well, so much for feeling that nice big load inside me. I still kind of got it inside, and that was fun, but I still wanted to know what it would feel like in that deep place inside my belly...

Thankfully, it wasn't just the two of us, so maybe I'd still have a chance.

I looked up at Lemony and Turner, my face still messy. “So ... you two want to give it a try?”

“Me?” Lemony held her hoof in front of her chest as if she'd been personally offended, despite how high her tail was above her back. “Why would I want to do that kind of stuff?”

Turner, though, seemed much more ready to get into it. He came right over in front of me and reared up on his hind legs, presenting his cock for me.

And it was a really nice cock. The dark grey of it gave way to a cute mottled pink at the end, and it looked really tasty ... but I also knew that Lemony needed this a lot more than she'd admit, and it would be greedy for me to hog all the cock for myself, wouldn’t it?

“Hey, Lemony Drop?” I said in my sweetest cajoling tone. “I'm not quite done with Half Step yet. Maybe you could do me a favor and take care of Turner for me? Just do it the same way you saw me do it with Half Step.”

“Seriously?” she said, glancing back and forth between my face and his cock... Though they weren't very far apart, after all.

I looked up at her with my best lost puppy look. “Please?”

She rolled her eyes a little. “Oh ... alright. But ... but just for you, Cadance. It's not like I want to do it or anything. I mean, come on – it's Turner. It's not like he's...” Her voice trailed off as Turner pivoted toward her instead. Slowly, she drew closer to him. And after one quick glance up at his face she suddenly dove down and started licking his cock fervently, her tail still high up in the air behind her.

I smiled. Now that was more like it!

“Um... Cadance?”

Reluctantly tearing my gaze away from the spectacle of seeing two of my best friends going at it like that, I looked back to Half Step instead. “Uh-huh?”

“What was that about not being finished with me?” He held his cock with one hoof, flopping his withering length up and down a little. “Because I feel pretty finished...”

“You still need to return the favor. It's like a rule – if a mare sucks your cock, you have to lick her pussy.”

“Her ... what?”

“This!” Spinning around to face away from him, I popped my rear end up into the air, raising my tail high above. I gave him a few strong winks ... and I must have been getting more turned-on than I realized, because as my pussy winked, I felt a bit of warm wetness trailing down my thighs.

For a moment, Half Step was stunned speechless, which was very unusual for a colt who always seemed to have something to say. Eventually he mumbled, “And I'm ... I'm supposed to lick it? H-how?”

I watched Turner getting his cock licked very thoroughly and enthusiastically with a little bit of envy. If only Half Step would stop asking questions and instead give me a little taste of what Turner was getting! And how was I supposed to answer that, anyway? I hadn't yet been able to pick up very much about the subtle art of licking pussy. “Just come right in and give it a lick, then go from there. I'll let you know if you're doing it wrong.”

“Well, um... Okay. Here it goes...”

My eyes shot open wide as Half Step plunged his muzzle right up between my ass cheeks. He was not subtle about it at all! His tongue lapped greedily at my pussy lips, slathering all over them, inside and out.

Not that I was going to complain about it, though. A little teasing and slow buildup might have been nice, but I couldn't deny how amazing it felt to have Half Step's tongue sliding all over every bit of me, even as I winked right into his mouth. A girlish little moan escaped from me, and my eyes nearly lost focus.

Of course, I didn’t let myself lose focus enough to lose sight of what Lemony and Turner were doing right in front of me. Lemony had gone downward, and she was currently nuzzling her bright yellow face lovingly against Turner's nice little balls. He was looking down at her with a mix of abject lust and complete disbelief ... but he was also stroking his own shaft with his hoof above her head.

“Don't get so distracted by his balls that you forget the cock itself,” I reminded Lemony. She'd already spent quite a long time down there, it seemed like.

“But the smell... And...” She looked up at his cock above her head. “There's just so much of it.”

“Don't worry, it's easy!” I waved Turner closer to me, and Lemony followed until she was right beside me, still licking his balls the whole way.

And without any further ado – and with Half Step still licking me from behind – I took Turner's cock into my mouth and then into my throat. He was a little smaller than Half Step, and I was able to take him down pretty far before any discomfort started.

I wasn't trying to show off this time, though. As soon as I began to choke a little, I pulled back off of him. “Okay, now you try.”

Emboldened by my little demonstration, Lemony took his cock completely into her mouth for the first time, rather than just licking around on the outside. I smiled as she took him deeper into her throat ... partly because I was happy to see the two of them getting along so well, and partly just out of pride – she wasn't able to get quite as deep as I had. After only three colts, I was already starting to get pretty good at this!

As we happily shared Turner's cock between us, I suddenly felt Half Step pull away from my pussy. What was he doing? A moment later, a surprised little squeal from Lemony answered my question.

Lemony yanked her head up off of Turner's cock. “Cadance! What's— What's he doing? It feels— Mmmn!”

“Does it feel good?” I asked, gently sliding Turner's cock over my cheek in a way that just happened to bring his tip back up against Lemony's mouth.

“Uh-huh...”

“Well then just enjoy it for a little while.”

I was certainly enjoying it. Half Step switched between me and Lemony almost as often as the two of us traded Turner's cock back and forth, and I let myself just enjoy the erotic glow of it all for a little while. All of a sudden now, it seemed like the four of us had no boundaries with each other anymore, as if we could do anything together now. I knew it was bringing us all closer together, and more than ever I felt the powerful sense of being on the right path, doing just the thing my cutie mark told me was my destiny.

It turned out, though, that the four of us weren't the only ones drawn closer by it. When I happened to glance up at the playhouse's window, I spotted the light brown face of a colt from our class, mostly covered by his light blue mane. It was Hazel Haze ... and even though he definitely saw me looking at him, he stayed right where he was, watching in awe. At least he had the decency to blush a little bit.

I winked up at him secretly. He wasn't hurting anything, and if he wanted to watch, let him. It would be our little secret ... and maybe I'd go talk to him later and see if he wanted to join in...

For now, though, Half Step's licking was getting more and more fervent. Then he stopped, pulling back from both of us fillies for a moment. “Cadance!” he said. “I ... I feel like I want to stick it in!”

I took a break from licking Turner's cock to look back at Half Step with a sloppy smile. His cock had re-emerged, now harder than ever. “Which one of us do you want first?”

He glanced back and forth between the two of us, between my pink ass and Lemony's yellow, both of them upturned right in front of him ... and he bit his lip for a moment before blurting out, “Lemony!”

Was it just my imagination, or did Lemony gasp when he said that, plunging herself a little deeper on Turner's cock?

And as tempted as I was to take offense that he'd want Lemony more than me, I couldn't. Not really. Those two had been friends since before I ever came to Heart's Rest, and they shared a special kind of connection with each other that I still didn't fully understand. Of course he'd want her first.

“Are you ready for him, Lemony?”

Turner's cock still in her mouth, she mumbled out an “Mm-hm.”

So I just turned around where I was, giving Turner a wonderful view of my ass as I raised my tail for him and spread my legs open slightly. “Okay, Turner. Why don't you help me show them how it's done? Just lift your front legs up over my back and stick it in.”

“I ... I can do that? W-with you?”

“Uh-huh.” I glanced back over my haunches at him, a sly look in my eyes. “If you want to.”

He nodded almost frantically, and darted up onto my back the moment Lemony lifted her mouth off of his cock.

Meanwhile, Half Step hadn't really waited for my lesson to finish. He was already pulling himself up onto Lemony's back right next to me.

Whether by natural skill, dumb luck, or just the assistance of plenty of slippery saliva all over his cock, Turner found his mark on the very first try. He pushed his cock into me relentlessly, groaning as he felt my pussy stretch and slide over his shaft. For a moment, I regretted that I hadn't told him to go slow ... but actually, it didn't hurt this time. Instead, it slid in oh so nicely, filling me up and stretching me from the inside in a way that made me go dizzy with pleasure. Now that was more like it!

It did remind me to warn Half Step before he hurt Lemony, though. And thanks to him fumbling his tip in all the wrong places around her nicely curved yellow ass cheeks, I still had time.

“Here,” I said, stifling a moan as Turner pushed all the way into my little filly pussy again. “Let me help.” With my magic, I took hold of Half Step's tip and guided him up to Lemony's wildly winking entrance. I'd never really looked at Lemony like that before, but she had a really adorable little pussy tucked between her tight round ass cheeks. It made me wish I'd taken some time to lick her myself. Maybe there would still be a chance ... and for now, I could watch Half Step's cock sink into her. That would be fun. But first, I warned him: “Now take it really slow, Half Step. And stop if she cries out. It can be really difficult the first time.”

Lemony didn't help, though. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she pleaded, “Put it in!”

He did ... though thanks to my warning, he did it slowly. I moaned and winked my pussy lips around the base of Turner's cock as I watched Half Step's press between Lemony's pussy lips, spreading her open for the first time as it nudged its way inside.

I kind of wished that Turner would slow down instead of thrusting so quickly in and out of me. Then maybe I could pretend I was feeling the same thing Lemony was: that wonderful feeling of losing virginity without any pain.

Well, maybe still a little pain. As Half Step pushed in farther, Lemony gasped a little and cringed ... but thankfully, Half Step immediately stopped.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Lemony was trembling and her sides were heaving, but she still managed to say “Please don't stop!” between labored breaths.

Obediently, Half Step began pushing into her again ... but more slowly this time. It drew a long, deep moan out of Lemony beneath him.

Meanwhile, Turner was really finding his rhythm. He held my hips tightly between his forelegs and fucked me fast enough to make my little thighs and ass jiggle constantly. This was a different kind of pleasure than I'd grown to expect. Instead of feeling the slow slide of his shaft over my inner walls, I mostly felt the pounding rhythm and pressure mounting inside me ... but I couldn't deny that it felt nice. Really nice, actually. He just had so much energy in him!

And before long, that got to me. By the time Half Step had managed to hilt himself all the way inside Lemony's warmth, I was barely able to stand, moaning Turner's name softly to myself. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like when he reached his climax and creamed inside me, and the more I thought about it, the more I...

My insides clenched around Turner's cock, and I cried out, the orgasm catching me almost by surprise. Unable to stand any longer, I collapsed, my front half falling to the floor and my back half only staying up because Turner held me there. My pussy throbbed against his cock, milking him ... but apparently that wasn't quite enough for him. He didn't fill me like I wanted ... and as the hot flare of orgasm rippled through me, I lost track of everything.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the floor, Turner standing over me and asking me if I was okay.

Half Step and Lemony were still going at it. From this angle, I could watch nicely as his balls swung back and forth, bumping into the little winking bulge at the bottom of Lemony's pussy every time he pushed into her.

Oh how I wished I could feel a little bit of that! And why shouldn't I?

So instead of responding to Turner's increasingly worried-sounding pleas, I turned myself around on the smooth wood floor until my outspread hind legs pointed right at Half Step. “Hey Steppy,” I said, making sure to wink my pussy at him, “can I get a taste?”

He looked down at me and licked his lips, even as he kept thrusting inside Lemony. When he gave a little nod, I knew I had him. As much as he and Lemony shared together, how could he turn down the sight of my stretched out little belly, my tiny teats on full display, and my pussy winking at him below? In a matter of moments, he'd pulled out of Lemony – despite her cloying little whine – and knelt down in front of me instead, lining his glistening-wet cock up with my entrance.

When he pushed his cock into me, it was everything I could have asked for. I arched my back against the floor as I felt him gradually sliding in between my tight inner walls. I'd never done it in this position before, and I'd never imagined it would feel so different this way, but it did. My pussy stretched and opened around him in new ways, making room for a new cock coming in at a new angle ... and it felt wonderful.

As all that happened, Lemony looked around needfully, her hind legs trembling and her white tail still flipped all the way up over her back. It took her only a scant moment to spot what she wanted: an available cock. Turner was still standing there, now over my head ... and his cock was still bobbing in the air under his belly.

As Half Step hilted inside of me, I tapped Lemony's leg with my hoof, gesturing for her to come to me. I patted my belly, hoping she'd understand what I wanted.

Thankfully, she did. Well, at least partly. She did come over and lie on top of me, belly to belly. But I had intended for her to face the same way as me so we could share Half Step's cock in our pussies as we helped each other suck on Turner. Instead, she turned around when she got down on top of me, facing Half Step and straddling her legs right over my face.

I wasn't one to turn down such a gift, of course. The way she spread her legs apart above me caused her pussy lips to spread open slightly as well, and I didn't hesitate to crane my neck up and kiss her there ... the kiss quickly devolving into licking her entire slit up and down and even delving my tongue slightly inside. Past the tangy tartness of her pussy juices, I thought I could taste a bit of Half Step's musky cock in her, too.

But that left Turner standing there, obviously a little confused. “Um, should I...?” He bit his lip a little, obviously at a loss.

Even as Half Step's thrusts rocked me back and forth underneath Lemony, I used my magic to pull open her pussy lips a little, and I looked right into Turner's eyes from my vantage between her hind legs. “Put it right here,” I told him simply.

He was so eager to do so that his cock bounced down into my face as he tried to get into position ... but I wasn't about to waste an opportunity like that. I suckled his tip a little bit, then held his shaft between my lips, guiding him in with my mouth.

Lemony had just planted her lips against one of my teats when Turner started sliding his cock into her, and I felt the tingling moan she made more than I heard it. I watched in fascination, closer than ever, as his cock entered her. I could see every detail and contour of it as his medial ring and then his veins rippled past Lemony's pussy lips, and her juices dripped down onto me. I planted my tongue right against the bottom of her pussy, letting Turner's cock slide across it on the way in, and I caught every last drop of her tart juices.

Lemony, overcome with the feeling of Turner's cock hilting inside her, raised her head up, opening her mouth in a deep, rich moan ... and apparently, the sight of her open mouth gave Half Step some ideas. “You want some?” I heard him ask as he pulled all the way out of me.

I couldn't see what was going on back there. All I could see was Turner's cock thrusting in and out of Lemony's pussy, his balls swinging right in front of my face. But I could hear the sounds of her slurping Half Step's cock, and I could hear his appreciative moans.

That left me the odd one out ... but thankfully, that only lasted for a moment. “Oh wow,” Turner said. “I'll have what he's having!”

That was the only warning I got before he pulled completely out of Lemony's pussy, then dropped his cock slightly down to the level of my mouth. And I was happy to oblige. Opening my mouth wide and holding my tongue out, I let him thrust into my throat just as he'd been thrusting into Lemony's pussy. He went deep this time, but I did my best not to complain, gulping down his juicy cock as well as I possibly could. I was making my friends happy, and what more important thing could there possibly be?

That didn't last for long – thankfully for my continued ability to breathe. Soon, both colts were drawn back by the tight enticing warmth of filly pussies. Half Step was first. I had basically no warning before suddenly feeling his warm tip prod its way back into my entrance, and I moaned around Turner's shaft as Half Step's cock plunged back inside me, filling me completely.

Of course, that left Lemony all out in the cold, and her plaintive little whine soon drew Turner back to her. He slipped out of my throat and straight back into her pussy, turning her whine into a squeal of surprise and pleasure. He hadn't gone slow this time – this time, he pushed right in, taking her to the utmost on his very first thrust.

And when I might have expected that squeal to trail off, it instead grew and grew into a series of shrill moans ... was Lemony already getting close? Well, I knew what to do!

I lifted my head upward and planted my sloppy wet tongue against the bottom nub of Lemony's pussy, licking it fiercely as Turner thrusted in and out of it. I ignored his balls thumping into my face, instead focusing entirely on Lemony's pussy.

My efforts were soon rewarded. Lemony soon went quiet for a moment. And unlike all her theatric crying out as she'd been driven closer and closer, her actual climax came with a kind of satisfied grunt – very unlike her since she normally tried to be so girly and feminine. But there was no mistaking the way her body tensed up against mine or the sudden gush of sweeter, saltier juices that splashed over my outstretched tongue.

Turner held himself as deep as he could go inside Lemony's convulsing, squeezing pussy. From the way his legs trembled, I could tell he was close, too. “I'm—” he choked out, “I'm gonna...”

Quickly, I slid my tongue from Lemony's pussy, over a tiny bit of Turner's exposed shaft, down his sheath, and to his balls. I massaged them with my tongue even as I felt them clench, hoping to tease out an even better cream filling for Lemony to enjoy.

Did it help? Maybe. I didn't know as much about such things back then as I do now. What I did know – very intimately – was the way Turner's cock throbbed. I could see the heavy pulses running down his length one by one, quickly vanishing into the Lemony's still-pulsing, dripping pussy. And after half a dozen or so big throbs, a bit of sticky, creamy white began dripping out of her as well.

And as that happened, I felt Half Step's cock begin to flare inside of me, stretching me to my utmost. Yes! It was finally about to happen – I'd finally know what it felt like to be creamed inside!

But Lemony had just recovered from her orgasm, and she rose slightly, pressing her still-stuffed pussy against my face in order to lift her front half a bit higher. “Give it to me, Steppy,” she said, “I want to taste it!”

With difficulty, Half Step pulled his flared cock out of my tight filly pussy. “No!” I moaned as I felt his flare stretching out the entrance of my pussy on its way out. “I earned this!”

But Half Step didn't care ... or maybe he didn’t even hear me, muffled as I was beneath both Lemony and Turner's legs. He pulled all the way out, and the only hint of his orgasm that I was allowed to experience was the sound of Lemony struggling to gulp it all down. She couldn't get it all, of course, which left a little bit of his warm cream to spatter down against my teats and between my thighs. My pussy winked crazily, wishing to get that inside as much as I did ... but it just wasn't to be. Not this time.

I at least got a nice big taste of colt cream when Turner pulled his softening cock out of Lemony's pussy. A big dollop of it followed him out, splashing down into my open mouth. I gulped it down greedily, eager to feel the sense of fullness in my belly, but unable to get the deeper, more primal fullness I was sure would come from having a colt finish inside me.

As the four of us slowly separated from each other and caught our breath, I looked again to the window. Hazel Haze's watching face was nowhere to be seen. He'd left. Or maybe he was now watching through one of the many knotholes in the wood, where he'd be less likely to be seen.

I got up onto my four hooves, as unsteady and trembling as they were. And, being the little filly that I was at the time, I wasn't above a little whining when things didn't go my way. “Aww, I still haven't had a colt do it inside me yet – I want to know what it feels like!”

“It was amazing,” Lemony said with a dreamy smile. “His tip got really wide and it almost hurt how much it stretched me out inside. Maybe it would have if it didn't feel so good the whole time. And then I could feel it going bump-bump-bump inside me, like it was moving all on its own. And then there was this warm, squishy feeling really deep inside, even deeper than he was. I felt like it was pooling in me, filling me up.” She swayed side to side a little, her eyes drifting closed. “I think I can still feel it in there, sloshing around.”

Ugh! Hearing that only made me want it more! I had to feel that!

Thankfully, though... I bit my lip slightly as I thought of Hazel Haze watching through the window. Yes. Thankfully, I had another backup plan, another way I might be able to feel that.

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Epilogue

“And that, Cutie Mark Crusaders, is when I decided that I liked it so much that I wanted to do that every single day!” Cadance leans over to the side and kisses Shining Armor on the cheek. “Though these days, I mostly only do it with my Shiney.”

He blushes. “Honey, you shouldn't say things like that! You're supposed to be a princess. It'll be a scandal if ponies find out we've been fooling around before we're married.”

Cadance grins. “Oh, don't mind him. Being the Captain of the Guard has given him a bit of a fetish for following the rules.” She licks her lips and shoots him a sly little look. “Or sometimes breaking the rules.”

He just blushes even more.

Meanwhile, all three fillies stare up at the two of them, their mouths gaping open and their eyes wide. More tellingly, though, all three of their tails are raised high up behind them. Cadance can smell their delicate virgin scents on the slight breeze.

But Shining Armor decides he's been through enough for one day. “Come on,” he says. “We need to meet up with Twiley before lunchtime. If we don't find her soon, we'll have to leave before I can introduce you.”

Cadance rolls her eyes. “She already knows me. I was her foalsitter for years!”

“Yeah, but still. I want to tell her about our engagement in person. And if we don't find her today ... I don't know. What if a bunch of other stuff comes up, and then she doesn't find out until the invitations are sent out? You know how she is. She'll freak out completely.”

“You really care about your sister a lot, don't you, Shiney?”

He blushes even more, glancing away quickly. “Of ... of course I do. She's my sister.”

Cadance looks at him as if she can see right through him. “All right. Let's go find her.”

Shining Armor gets up to leave, but Cadance lets him get a little way down the road before she turns to follow.

And just as she passes the three – still quite stunned – little fillies, she whispers, “I can tell that you three are in need, too. If you want any help with that, just ask!”

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