Good Fillies Who Study Make Ranger
Icepick settled into her bunk with an exasperated sigh, letting her unattached saddlebags full of homework and texts slump to the floor. The professors had been particularly harsh this week: examinations were fast approaching, and there was a lot of pressure to determine if she and her fellow pupils were up to the grade to advance to the next section.
Still, she hardly wanted to think about schoolwork right now, her brain had been stuffed full of it all week and now felt like turning to mush. There was time enough for study later, now that it was the weekend it was practically an obligation and a duty to enjoy herself for at least a little while. They were going to playing another old pre-war film down in the mess hall later in the evening, and her little group of friends had planned to spend a few hours in the recreation hall practising for buckball tryouts.
Breathing a deep sigh of relief from the purified recycled air, she put her head back on her pillow and let her eyes rest to the bottom of the bunk above her, where she’d lined some pictures of the outside world. Mostly landscapes and pictures of things she’d never seen before, like the green on trees or a sparkling city landscape. Things she longed to see when she was finally old enough to get out of the stuffy vault and get picked to make Ranger.
Her mind wandered to what it would be like in the world outside. She knew it wasn’t the same as before, that the bright city lights and huge swathes of green painted across the horizon were all but gone, but she still longed to see it. Being outside, where no ceiling or walls could keep you in. Would it be scary? Others had described their first time like they were falling up. Would it be like that for her?
Her imagination was interrupted by the flickering of her bedroom lights, her first reaction being to curse the faulty wiring that often plagued them, but a boisterous snickering sound from the doorway told her otherwise.
“Earth to Icey,” the voice was dripping with mockery as her bunkmate stepped into view, “Daydreaming again?”
“Hello Reflex,” the filly rolled her eyes at him, “I was just thinking about what it would be like to be outside. You think it’s really as big as they say?”
“Well, it is outside. It’s as big as it gets because it never ends. Duh.” He flashed a smile that turned into a half-smirk as he gave her a sideways glance from his locker, where he was stashing his things.
Icepick felt a tightness in her chest as their eyes met, before she quickly tore her eyes away, trying instead to appear interested in her pictures. She hoped he wouldn’t the heat rising in her cheeks, or how red they must have appeared, highly noticeable under her smokey-grey coat, but a sudden weight on the end of her bed, the shifting of springs causing the whole mattress to shift, told her otherwise.
“So, how’s class been, squirt?”
“Don’t call me that,” Icepick scrunched her muzzle indignantly.
“Oh really? What are you, third year?” he laughed as he leaned back against the wall, sharing her space uninvited.
“Sixth,” she retorted, a huff in her voice.
“Right, right. I’m in tenth, so that means I can call you ‘squirt’, ‘cause you’re so much smaller.”
“That doesn’t-” she started to mumble before shutting her mouth. There was no point to argue, he had a point, after all.
There was barely a moment of silence before Icepick felt him shift and the warm touch of his hoof on one of her hind legs. Her body stiffened and she bit her lip.
“So anyways, Icecube,” he punctuated her nickname with a hefty amount of sarcasm, no doubt knowing how much she hated it. Still, it was better than being called ‘squirt’, “I was just thinking to myself, I haven’t got anything to do for the rest of the night until the movie since the party at Block 7 got called off thanks to ol’ Drippy blabbing about it to everyone again. And here you are, all by your lonesome...”
His hoof trailed further up her leg near her thigh, before starting to massage in slow, methodical circles, trailing from her hock up to her stifle. She froze at first, her mind in disbelief and her eyes wide, ‘Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, is this really happening?’
Icepick had had a crush on him for ages, nearly as soon as she was assigned to bunk with him. He must have known the way she looked at him, admiring him while he checked himself in the mirror every morning. If he felt similar he’d never shown it. Reflex had always been a mare’s colt, going after the prettiest fillies in his age group. He was always sucking on a new filly whenever she stumbled in without knocking, or at the weekly socials. It was torture seeing him with his lips wrapped around another filly, even if she tried not to show it.
Here he was now, hooves on her legs, touching her carefully and tenderly, his hoof finding its way up and up her leg toward her middle. Suddenly he was touching her rump, letting her soft hairs tickle along his frog. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening. Her anticipation and excitement came out as a small, pitiful squeak.
“So I take that as meaning you have no plans, then?” He flashed her that handsome, tantalizing smile that made her heart flutter, nodding all-too-eagerly. Sensing her want, his hoof drifted around her flank to touch her inner thigh. She hesitated as he tried to spread her legs apart, and it was enough for him to withdraw.
“Look, if you don’t want to...” he started to say, pulling back. Icepick deflated, defeat ringing through her ears before she sprung up.
“Nonono! I really want to, it’s just-”
“Ahhh,” he caught the hint in her expression and tone, “First time? For real?”
She responded with only a sad little nod.
“Don’t worry, Icecube, I’ve got just the thing.” He winked, and for once, Icepick decided she didn’t mind that nickname so long as it came from him.
Her bed shifted as he rose to his hooves and for a moment she felt disappointed. He swiftly trotted over to his locker and pulled something out of his saddlebags. A short, stubby little container with a lid, dented and scratched with age. She gazed at it a moment, picking her brain for what it could have been.
“Is that-”
“Yep!” he grinned proudly as he unscrewed the cap and took a swig of his flask.
“You’re not-”
“Are you gonna tell?” he looked at her with a serious expression for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and holding out the drink, “C’mon, it’ll help you relax, get more into it.”
She reached out and clutched the flask to her chest. It was heavier than she thought, no doubt of pre-war make, given its wear. Leaning forward, she took a sniff from the opening and scowled.
“Eugh! What is this?”
“Whiskey. The good stuff. Just take a big swig.”
Pushing aside her inhibitions or any notion of the rules, she put it to her lips, winced, and tilted her head back. Her senses were immediately overwhelmed by the strong astringent liquid. It burned the whole way down her throat, leaving a vulgar, acidic aftertaste. She wasn’t sure what part was worst. Gagging and coughing, she held out the flask for him to take while she turned away.
“Yuck! Ponies really drink that?”
“Yup. And it works fast.” He took another swig before recapping the flash and setting it aside.
He was no liar: already Icepick felt dizzy like the room was spinning. Her whole body was somehow lighter, but her head was heavier. She hiccuped, feeling some of the liquid come back, only to burn as she swallowed it again.
“Feeling alright?” He reached out to put a hoof on her shoulder and she reflexively leaned into him.
“I... I think so.” She peered up at him with her enormous blue eyes and he gazed down into hers. A couple seconds of silence between them permeated by her muzzle darting forward to touch his lips in a single, hazy kiss. At first, she was afraid of what she’d done, whether she had gone too far, but the hoof running through her mane and the tilting of his muzzle told a different story.
She exhaled softly as she pushed closer to him, her body inches from his. His tongue has pushed forth, between her lips to wiggle around her maw. She tentatively lapped back at his in disbelief that any of this was happening. The colt she’d oggled for ages was now in her bed, kissing her!
He seemed to get more and more enthusiastic as time wore on, smacking lips and coaxing her tongue around, sharing saliva and tongue while the air filled with smacking and soft moans. He leaned back, pulling away from the kiss, but only to coax her to follow. She did so eagerly, leaning up with her hooves on his chest, pushing closer to meet him again. When her lips had done so and they re-embraced with mouths and tongues, she felt a large hardness poking at her belly, wedged between them. She knew what it was all too well; was this his plan all along?
Tentatively reaching out, she touched the head of his member with her hoof, drawing around it, squeezing it tight to herself, pressed against her fur. Grinding herself up and down against it, she stroked her hoof, up and down rapidly, tugging on the taut skin. He exhaled gratefully, showing his approval, and for once the kiss slowed down.
Recognizing his approval, she sped up, rubbing her smaller body against him, back and forth. Letting the heat between her legs radiate against his testicles and sheathe. Her perky, squishy teats rubbed back and forth, the only spot without fur making contact, and it was fairly noticeable. He groaned again, eyes closed, and humped her back. A little drop of pre-cum leaked out onto her hoof, against her fur, soaking into it, smearing around as he humped again and again.
He pushed her backward, onto her back against her covers, and covering her muzzle with his, continued humping against her small body. She was soft and pliable, all too eager to let him do it, even if he rocked her around like a doll. Still, she was able to arch her back and press up against his member to guide his pleasured motions.
Pulling from the kiss he yanked himself away with a heated pant and a grunt of exertion, plopping himself down on his haunches just below her. She looked up in stunned silence and met his eyes, seeing the crazed lust and hunger deep within them. His member throbbed, his balls turgid and ready to explode. Just when she was about to question his departure, whine with disappointment, to beg him to come back, he answered her by tugging her hind legs apart and burying his muzzle within.
She was much, much more willing this time, her inhibitions and nervousness faded away from the alcohol as expected. She shifted her legs apart, revealing her puffy little slit, set underneath those perky nipples and between her skinny thighs. She breathed shakily as he admired her for a moment, before giving her a wink.
“You really wanted this, huh?”
“Well, I-” she started to defend herself but was instead met with a rigid, wet lap of his tongue, from the bottom of her slit up to one of her nipples, swirling around before suckling on the end for a couple of tantalizing seconds. She arched her back and moaned.
“Shhh~” he cooed, licking his lips. “You moan like this when you’re getting off at night and you think I’m asleep. You gotta be more quiet or the whole block’ll hear”
Her face immediately went hot as her eyes bugged out.
“I do not!”
“Shush. It’s hot.” He went back to her slit, lapped at her again, and this time suckled on the other nipple. She arched her back and started to moan, grabbing a pillow and gagging herself.
“Mmph!”
After tasting the flavour on his tongue and deciding it was without a doubt the sweetest mare he’d ever been with, he dipped his head down low again and pressed his muzzle against her flower petals. He stuck his tongue out slowly, slipping it between those lower lips, further and further inside her hot canals. She immediately clenched her legs around his head and let out another muffled moan.
His tongue flicked and coiled around her tight inner walls, pushing up to the roof of his mouth to cause her to shudder and shake the most. Picking up his speed with a thrust in and out, he found a steady rhythm of tongue-fucking her relentlessly. She writhed and kicked his shoulders until there was more of her tangy, sweet juices then his saliva.
Icepick dropped her pillow from her mouth and gave him a look of disappointment and a mumbled complaint as he pulled his head away and sat up again. Longing for her finish, she darted a hoof between her legs and started to rub herself off. For a moment, Reflex just appreciated the view of a filly four years his junior just touching and rubbing herself like she was. It was so damn hot.
“I’m sure that’s fun, but I had in mind something bigger.” He winked as he stroked his member, now throbbing and quivering at his grasp. She had her first good look at it, and were she not slightly inebriated, she’d probably be very nervous about his size. Instead, she withdrew her forehoof and spread her thighs.
“T-take me. Please. I’ve wanted this from you for so long.”
He knelt, a hoof on his member as he lined himself up. His wet tip, still drizzling precum everywhere, pressed up against her flower, spreading her out as he struggled to wedge the tip inside.
“I-I know, but damn filly, you gotta relax.” He grunted as he started rocking his hips.
“You’re so big!” She breathed sharply. He ran a hoof up her sides to soothe her, smooching her on the lips.
“Deep breath.” He commanded, and she listened. Inhaled slowly, started to exhale-
-And suddenly he was inside of her, her insides stretched out so very wide. She felt full, and then she was fuller. His member pulsated and throbbed inside her as he pushed deeper and deeper, and she clenched and hugged onto him as she became wetter and wetter.
The room became a cacophony of moans and grunts as they mated, met with wet slaps and squelches. Her pussy was stretched so wide her belly was distended from his girth, leaving a bulge that rolled up and down her belly with each thrust inward. He admired it with fascination, rubbing his hoof over it, feeling himself through her walls.
She quivered and rolled her eyes back as the sensations overtook her entire being. She felt like an extension of his cock as it overtook so much of her. Back and forth, back and forth, pressing her against the mattress, not caring as it squeaked under pressure.
Both hooves on either side of her head, Reflex held her still while his thighs slapped against hers, thrust after powerful thrust. He pushed and pushed until he’d bottomed out inside of her, and pushed even still.
Icepick’s tongue drooled from her mouth as she lay still, letting her crush pound into her again and again. Her senses overwhelmed her, her body tightened and convulsed, gripping him suddenly like a vice until he could go no further. He tried to tug but she squeezed harder. His member throbbed and flared, stretching her so much wider than she had before that her body exploded and so did his.
Shot after shot of white-hot colt spunk exploded into her womb, painting her white and bloating her belly even further than before. Clear, sticky fillycum squirted all over his shaft, their thighs, and the blankets below them.
He kept unloaded as she squeezed him for what felt like an eternity. His balls churned and clenched until he’d emptied them dry, leaving her bloated and dripping, the cum finally rushing past his member as it was lodged inside of her.
Reflex collapsed to the side and tugged her with him as his member was still rigidly inside. He rolled over, her hind hoof spread at an odd angle and draped over his waist to allow for his member to stay inside without any real discomfort. Gazing back at him, haziness in her eyes, she sputtered out.
“I love you.”
“No you don’t, you dork. Everyone says that after their first time.” She smooched her on the snout, making her scrunch again. She was still hazy and overwhelmed, but she decided not to argue and laid her head against him. He reached out to pet her, stroking his hoof through her mane, smoothing it down.
“You need a shower.” He muttered, his member starting to shrink and finally leaving her. She let out a sigh of disappointment as she felt the sensation of fullness leaving her and all his spunk spilling out.
“Mmn. Not yet.” She mumbled.
“Yes, you’re going to get sticky. C’mon, I’ll shower with you.” He nibbled on her ear. “There’s more later if you want.”
She perked up instantly at that, eyes wide.
“You mean it?”
He nodded.
“And maybe we could go to the movie together, and cuddle together, and sleep together later? A-and you could take me on a dinner date, and-”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. Fillies. They’re all the same.
