Miss Cheerilee led her class through the archaeological dig site as each filly and colt looked around at all the ponies working inside the pits, each pit was boarded off with thick pieces of string to keep anypony from falling in accidentally. In each pit the ponies were digging carefully in search of all the artefacts, ruins and anything else that they could find, brushing off long forgotten pieces of history that had recently been rediscovered. One filly in particular was incredibly excited to see all the dig sites, her name was Petunia Paleo. She was wearing a pit hat and a green shirt which many had snickered at her for, but once they arrived and saw most of the workers wearing attires that were just like hers, she felt perfectly at home.
Another of the foals on the trip, that wasn’t quite as excited to be there, was Skeedaddle. He was a young colt that never really had an interest in this type of stuff, to him it was just old boring rocks, but after seeing Petunia being picked on by the other students, he decided to go sit next to her. They had been calling her names, saying that she looked like she thought they were going to a Daring Do convention and teasing her about it. He went over to her, sat next to her on the seat and then told her that he actually liked her outfit, said it looked cool. She looked happy about the compliment and that had opened the floodgates to a world of information that he really wasn’t interested in. Petunia talked about the pit hat’s functionality for working on a dig site and then proceeded to talk about the amount of dinosaur bones she had dug up from her own backyard, talking about how rare it was and offering to come to his own back garden and together they could try digging for stuff. This of course left the colt feeling nervous, but he smiled and nodded regardless.
After they had all arrived, Petunia immediately ran off to look into the pits. She was so excited that she couldn’t be controlled and barely was listening when Miss Cheerilee told each pony to pick and partner and to stay with them. Ponies separated one by one leaving Skeedaddle alone in the end and he had to volunteer himself to stick with the excited blue filly. As they walked with the rest of the class, they were all told to stay behind the strings surrounding each pit and to stay out of them, at the end they would all get to go into a pit of their own that they’d be allowed to dig around in.
Petunia was constantly pushing the boundaries though, trying to get in closer, calling out to the workers, constantly asking them and Miss Cheerilee questions. She may have been excitable and, maybe a little obsessed with old broken things and bones, but Skeedaddle couldn’t help but find her smile and her energy just so darn cute. The blue colt himself remembered being that excited when he’d earned his knot tying cutiemark. Running through Ponyville, screaming for the crusaders, not even knowing where they all lived. At least she wasn’t screami-
“AHHHH! Skeedaddle! Look, look!” She ran up to him, holding a small object in her hooves. “It’s a piece of this ancient civilisation; I think it was a plant pot. It’s so old that it shows creatures once lived here, even before the princesses ruled over Equestria! Maybe even before the three tribes united under one banner. Can you believe that? It’s been buried right here for so long, maybe even two millennia? We’re literally walking on top of the remains of a forgotten ancient village! Isn’t that incredible?”
She was speaking so fast he was barely able to keep up with what she was saying. He looked down at the broken piece of pottery which was covered in dirt and cracked all over. It didn’t look like anything to him but a broken piece of clay that could have been anything.
“Err, yeah. That sure is incredible.” He said with false enthusiasm, rubbing the back of his neck. He then looked up and noticed they were falling behind the rest of their class. “We should hurry. We’re going to be left behind.”
“Wait! I’ve got to return this. I’ll be just a second.” She then snuck under the rope and gently slid down into the dirt below.
“What? Petunia, we’re not allowed inside the pit!” He said, watching her run into it.
“It’s okay, there’s no pony here.” She called back a little quietly. “Don’t you want to see the incredible things up close? You know the stuff in the foal pit will be nothing but junk they reburied for us to find. Come on!”
He didn’t want to. Frankly to him, everything around here was just old junk.
“No, Petunia, just drop it and let’s go. We’ll get in trouble!” He called back, keeping his voice low.
“But it’s just so amazing! Over there there’s the remains of a home! See, you’ve got the door alcove and the multiple walls dividing the rooms and- AHH!”
“Petunia!”
The filly was so distracted by the old ruin that she didn’t notice the stones in front of her and fell into a small circular hole in the ground. Skeedaddle jumped down into the pit and ran over to her.
“Petunia! Are you okay?!”
“And, I guess… this would be their old well, where they gathered their water.” She finished, standing up slowly and rubbing her front leg.
“Are you hurt?” He called down to her. The young filly shook her head.
“No, I’m fine… but I don’t think I can climb out, though.”
The hole was about ten feet deep, and there was no way she’d be able to climb out alone.
“Okay, I’ll go get help!”
“No! Please don’t. If they find out I was in here, they’ll never let me come back again. Please!”
He thought to himself that she shouldn’t have risked it in the first place. But this was her passion; her whole future was based around this one thing she loved more than anything. He looked around for something that she could climb out with. A ladder, a rope, and then he saw it. Quickly he turned and began running to the edge of the pit. He heard Petunia call out to him again as loudly as she dared, the echo making it loud enough for him to just hear her pleas to come back. Around the dig site was loads of the twine that was supposed to warn the ponies of the area. The colt took an entire side of the string and then using his magic he folded it in half, making it thicker. He took more of it and knotted them together to make it long enough and then ran back over to the hole.
“Petunia, take this and do as I say!” He tossed the rope down to her while holding the other end and then used his magic to loop the rope around her barrel and tied it tight with the string dangling under her. “Now, as I pull you up, lean backwards, hold the rope tight and try to scale the sides with your hind legs. You understand?”
She thought about what his plan was and then replied in understanding. She grabbed the rope and trotted up to the side of the well, standing in a position that the second she was being lifted she could scale the wall. Once she nodded he began and slowly lifted the filly off the ground, the twine pulled tight but it didn’t hurt as much as she expected. She then grabbed the rope in her fore hooves and used her back legs to scale the side as instructed. Skeedaddle then planted his back hooves against the well and began to pull her up.
This was working! Little by little he pulled her up as she climbed up the sides and she was almost out. Inch by inch she was pulled up higher and higher, she was over halfway when the rope shifted on the bricks above. The rope had slowly shifted to the right onto a jagged edge and it was cutting into the rope. Almost out, she could see the top of Skeedaddle’s mane now. She reached for the edge.
There was a snap! The rope cut on the jagged edge and she began to fall backwards. Everything went into slow motion for her as she fell backwards, surely to land on the top of her head this time! She screamed but it immediately stopped as she felt something grab her hoof and she swung into the wall. Skeedaddle caught her hoof just at the last second and was also using his magic to hold her, but he was not used to the strain of levitating anything nearly as heavy as himself. He pulled her over the lip of the broken well and then she climbed out. One final tug and both foals fell backwards in the dirt and collapsed with her on top of him. He was exhausted but she quickly recovered, reached around his neck and hugged the colt tightly.
“You saved me! Thank you! Thank you! When I started to fall the second time, I thought… Thank you so much!”
“You… you’re welcome.” He said, catching his breath. He enjoyed the warm embrace of her hug and smiled. It felt nice getting a hug from such a cute filly. Her mane tickled the fur on his cheek, her forelegs felt so comforting and gentle around him, her body was so warm and feeling her belly gently pressing against his was so overwhelming, making him feel…
Oh no!
“H-hey,” He said, nervously. “I’m really happy that w-we got you out, but maybe we should…”
Petunia pulled away, looked him in the eyes and smiled. But then she felt something poking up against her rump.
“Oh!”
Rolling over and stepping away from the colt, she saw a glimpse of his penis growing erect before he sat up and turned his back to her. He was so embarrassed. His penis had unsheathed itself and actually poked the filly’s behind. He knew she noticed.
“W-w-we should head back. G-get back w-w-with the rest of the class and-“
“Hey, Skeedaddle.” Petunia said, making him freeze up. “If… if you like, I could… thank you properly, y-you know?” He didn’t respond, the young colt was stunned at her words. He was expecting her to scold him, call him a pervert or something, anything but this. “I mean, think of it like a reward! You’ve been so nice to me today, saved me from those bullies, you saved me from that well, and… I… I really like you.”
“What?” He said surprised, turning slightly to look at her. “You… you like me, like me?” She then nodded her head, smiling widely.
“I do. I like like you. You’re like a hero from a fairy-tale.”
He laughed a little at that.
“Well… I guess. I-I mean, I... I think you’re really cute. And I think I like… like you as well.”
He blushed as he said that and She then started to approach him. She walked ever so slowly over to him as he finally stood up and turned to face her. They both looked at each other, their faces flushed red. She asked him one question.
”So, do you want that reward?”
He nodded his head and then he closed his eyes. He mentally prepared himself for his first ever kiss and puckered his lips. Suddenly he felt himself being grabbed by the hoof and pulled forcefully into the ruined house. It wasn’t much of a house really, just a few low stone walls and most of them broken and eroded away by time. Once there, Petunia pushed him down onto the floor, flat on his rump with his legs spread wide.
“Petunia, what are you doing!?” He asked shocked.
“Giving you your reward, silly.” She said with a smile. Then before he even had time to react, she reached down and grabbed his half flaccid penis in her hoof, beginning to stroke it. Skeedaddle threw his head back and moaned at her touch, before looking back to her.
“No, w-we can’t do this here. I-I-I, we, you… they could see us!” Skeedaddle said panicking.
“We’ll be fine. I mean, this shouldn’t take long.” She gave him a wink and smiled as his penis started to grow at her touch. Her gently jacking him off in the middle of a archaeology pit was nerve wracking for him, yet he couldn’t help but love the feeling of her soft hoof on his sensitive member.
“H-h-how do you… ugh, know about these things?”
“Well~ it was my uncle who showed me this stuff. He used to babysit for me when I was younger while my parents went away on holidays. He taught me things that most fillies won’t learn for years and certainly stuff my parents wouldn’t want me to know about. They are quite well mannered ponies and I always found that lifestyle kinda boring. He knew I wasn’t like that and I liked to get dirty.” She said, giving him a sultry look. The sight and feeling of the beautiful filly jerking him off was driving him crazy.
“Petunia… Ah, we can’t… Oh, Celestia.” He couldn’t fight it. His cock was fully hardened now and he’d never felt this good before. Sure he’d spent a time or two exploring his own body, but she was touching him in ways that was practically rendering him immobile from the pleasure. The colt closed his eyes and just enjoyed himself, nerves still tickling with worry from being caught, but the feel of her hoof rubbing up and down his penis was pushing any other thoughts aside.
It was then he felt something wet slip across the tip of his penis, looking down he saw Petunia looking back up at him with a smile as she slowly licked his cock, tasting the juices of his pre-cum.
“Hmm, that tastes good. Not nearly as salty as I'm used to. My uncle’s is bitter tasting while yours is… nice.”
The filly never stopped rubbing his shaft up and down as she talked. Afterwards she leaned in for another lick, then another, and another. Soon she opened her mouth wide and wrapped it around the head of his colthood, rolling her tongue around his sensitive tip as she gave him his first ever blowjob. And he loved it. Skeedaddle rolled his head from side to side as she continued to jerk him off while sucking his cock, dancing her tongue around his flare, bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm.
“P-petunia, I’m… I think I’m gonna...”
She pulled off of him with a pop of her tight mouth and grinned at him.
“You’re gonna cum already? Hehe. I’m glad you like me so much. Hey, you know what I just realised? No pony has had sex in these ruins for over a millennium. Oh my gosh, that’s so exciting! Just think, we could be the first ponies to do it in this house in over two thousand- Gluk!”
Skedaddle grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her back down onto his cock, he had forced her back onto himself, not just because she stopped as he was about to cum, but to stop her before she went off on another history lesson for five minutes solid. Petunia didn’t mind, and in fact doubled on her efforts, no longer using a hoof but instead just going full on with her mouth.
She kept sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, paying particular attention to his medial ring, poking her tongue out past her lips at times to lick his scrotum, fortunately the colt wasn’t as big as she was used to, so she was able to do this with ease. She could feel his flare swelling as the blue colt was about to blow his load into her mouth.
“I’m…I’m c-c-URGH!”
As he came, Petunia sealed her mouth around his cock and began to swallow, pushing herself down as far as she could, her nose pushed right up against her fur. He came several times into her mouth, with each squirt being hungrily swallowed by her. Each throb made his flare expand slightly in her mouth and he could feel each squirt of cum splat against the roof of her mouth. He held her in place as he thrust his hips up twice, three times, four… until he came down and went limp against the derelict stone wall with the filly still trying to cox out the last drops of cum before licking his cock clean and then slowly pulling off of him, never letting her tongue leave his shaft until she pulled away.
“Oh wow. Oh, Petunia that… that’s was…” Words were clearly difficult for him as he came down from his orgasmic high. She swallowed any last remains of his spunk and then sat beside him, lazily rubbing a hoof over his chest fur.
“So, did you like that?” She asked with a giggle.
“Yes… You’re… really good.”
Petunia giggled again, waited a moment and then she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. The blue filly blushed heavily at that and then took off at a run, while calling back to him.
“Come on, the rest of class must be looking for us by now!“
The worry of that got his blood pumping again and quickly he got back to his hooves, though his legs felt like spaghetti. He stood up and looked towards her as she turned a corner. The filly then looked back to check that he was looking at her and then flagged her tail high enough for him to see under it. He noticed that she was sopping wet around her delicate pussy and thought to himself that maybe they could sneak into another pit later and have some more fun. That’s when he snapped out of his trance and remembered that the rope of the dig site was still wrapped around her.
“Petunia! Stop! WAIT!” But she was already gone. “Oh, we’re going to get in so much trouble!”
