Sweet Innocence

"Everypony, I'd like your attention please."

Miss Cheerilee was standing at the front of the class, her hoof held high into the air. A few ponies in the back (notably Snips and Snails) took an extra moment, along with a stern glare from Miss Cheerilee, to finish their chattering.

Wordlessly, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon passed a note and began to giggle silently. Applebloom glared at them, but received a pair of rolled eyes in response.

"Ahem. Now then, class. We have a new student joining us today. I'd like everypony to give a big Ponyville Elementary School welcome to... Junebug!"

Miss Cheerilee stepped aside and gestured like a showpony presenting a new wagon at the freshly-arrived newcomer. The questionable and mysterious transfer student. Tenkosai (translator's note: tenkosai means transfer student).

Everypony's eyes widened as they strained in their seats to get a good look.

Junebug, for her part, stared shyly at the ground, and shuffled her hooves about awkwardly. She was a small pegasus pony, a little smaller even than the CMC, and she had a beautiful set of white-green swirling wings, that flittered on her back like strands of gossamer woven into tapestry. Her long, white-pink mane hung over her eyes, and those were covered over by glasses, a too-big-pair that made her nervous eyes look extra doe-like standing in the headlights of twenty eager pony stares. Her legs were slender, flaring out slightly at the hooves, and her tail was dainty, cloud-like poof of white, pink, and green, all colors in pastel mixed together and meeting at the cotton-candy tip.

"Um," Junebug said quietly. "Hello, um. Every...pony." She seemed to pick the words in her head, then load them onto her tongue before ejecting them politely into the room. She hung her head when she had finished speaking, staring at the floor as though waiting for it to open up and swallow her into a conveniently placed underground volcano. Possibly just anywhere without so many little ponies staring at her.

The class was weirdly silent. Just staring.

Miss Cheerilee cleared her throat impatiently.

"Ahem. Class?"

"Oh, right," Scootaloo said loudly, smiling.

Applebloom sighed and smacked a hoof into her forehead.

Scootaloo cleared her throat.

"Welcome to Ponyville Elementary School, Junebug!" she said, the practiced rehearsal everypony had suddenly forgotten.

And, as easily as a classroom of young ponies forgets what to say when somepony new arrives, everypony in class suddenly remembered exactly what to say and mimicked Scootaloo's inflection perfectly.

"Welcome to Ponyville Elementary School, Junebug!" everypony droned in unison—or, everypony who wasn't whispering under their breath to Silver Spoon. Diamond Tiara. Applebloom threw another glare, this one twice as vicious. It bounced harmlessly off Diamond and Silver's perfect counter-armor, called "not noticing Applebloom when she is glaring at you". Shucks. That one always seemed to work. Applebloom crossed her hooves and pouted.

"Um... th-thank you, everypony," Junebug said quietly. She didn't raise her eyes from the floor, and her rubbing of one hoof along her other foreleg was becoming almost rhythmic in its frequency.

"I'm sure you'll find your time here to be absolutely wonderful!" Miss Cheerilee bloomed, smiling as she guided the tiny, almost-paper-delicate pegasus to the only open desk in the classroom—in front of Snips and Snails, behind Scootaloo and Applebloom, right next to Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie smiled as the new pony helped herself awkwardly into her desk. She raised a hoof and extended it as soon as the new pony had managed to wriggle into her seat.

"Hi!" she said, her voice cracking sweetly. "My name's Sweetie Belle. These are my friends Applebloom and Scootaloo." Sweetie Belle gestured forward to the friends in question. Scootaloo threw a wave and a smile. Applebloom grinned briefly, but settled quickly back in to shooting mind-missiles at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, who were still whispering just outside the range of Miss Cheerilee's super-honed teacher-hearing. Applebloom had no reason to suspect the two of them would be up to any thing good... but not knowing just made things ten times worse. Hmph.

"If you need anything around the school, or just have questions about Ponyville in general, you can ask us!"

Scootaloo nodded, and even Miss Cheerilee, who overheard Sweetie's little speech on the way back to the front of the class, seemed pleased with the honest attempt to show friendship to someone who must be in need of it. She demonstrated this satisfaction by busying herself with her desk for a moment, giving Sweetie a minute or two to make proper introductions. Sweetie Belle made a mental note to bring Miss Cheerilee something special from home next class. Maybe one of those cupcakes she'd made in cooking class last month? She was pretty sure at least one of them had come out not completelyburnt...

"Oh. Um. Alright then. I... will. I'll do that. Thank you." Junebug smiled softly, and took Sweetie's extended hoof with both of hers, shaking it as gently as a spring rain before releasing her hold. Sweetie Belle studied her own hoof for a moment, as though a boquet of flowers had began to bloom from it.

"Oh... that's right!" Sweetie Belle jerked to attention suddenly, snapped away from the tiny tingling feeling lingering in her hoof. "Miss Cheerilee didn't tell us where you're from."

"Yeah," Scootaloo piped in. "Have you always lived in Ponyville, and just decided to go to school now? Why would you do that? I'd never go to school if I didn't have to. Just sit around, relaxing on clouds, hanging out with Rainbow Dash, doing skateboard tricks, checking out as many books from the library as you want... I'd go crazy!"

"Um... no. I haven't... we didn't live in Ponyville until just recently," Junebug said, studying a scratch in her desk as though it contained the secrets of the universe. Her eyes seemed acutely unable to focus not only on whichever pony was speaking but on any pony in general.

"Anypony ever told you you remind 'em of Fluttershy?" Applebloom asked, craning her head backwards over her desk. DT and SS had quieted briefly, leaving her glare with nothing to attend to. She softened it into a quizzical look, for the sake of politeness. Junebug hadn't done anything yet, after all.

"Who... um. Who is, Fluttershy, um, please?"

"Hey, she totally does!" Scootaloo said, breaking into a fit of giggles.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... sound like anypony else..." Junebug crumpled into her desk, folding up like a paper crane. Wishing desperately for rain.

"Hey, come on! Don't make fun of her. What kind of way is that to treat a new student?" Sweetie Belle put a hoof on Junebug's back and rubbed softly along her wings. Junebug flinched away at first, but seemed to relax after a second or two, raising her head slightly and looking at Sweetie with a look Sweetie wasn't sure how to translate. Deep, deep, green eyes.

Sweetie Belle blinked. Had she forgotten to have lunch? Her head felt light.

"Oh, lighten up. We were just joking around," Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes. "Welcome to Ponyville, and stuff," Scootaloo said, turning back to face the front of the classroom. Miss Cheerilee had finished her generous desk-sorting time and returned to the blackboard, waiting for the group's chatter to die on its own before doing anypony the discomfort of noticing it was still going on.

Applebloom gulped and returned to a similar front-facing position.

Sweetie did the same, but not before smiling at her new classmate. Junebug smiled back at her, a small smile, but very certain, with the light catching and blooming in her eyes like crystal.

Sweetie shook her head and wiped a hoof across her forehead.

Since when was it so hot in here?

"Now, class, if you could all settle, please, and return your attention—yes, thank you, Snips, the paste is not for eating right now—thank you. And now we can return to today's lesson on photosynthesis." Miss Cheerilee pointed with her teacher's pointing-stick (do those have an official name) at a complicated-looking labelled diagram of the inside of a flower. "Does anypony remember what this part is called?"

"Ooh, ooh, is it the sternum?" Scootaloo asked, her eyes wide.

"Um... no, Scootaloo, that isn't quite..."

"It'th the coccthyx!" Twist shouted gleefully, studying from her notes.

"The... I beg your pardon? Twist, I think you have your notes mixed up..."

The classroom devolved back into the general chaos of Miss Cheerilee attempting to focus her students, leaving Sweetie Belle's attention to wander aimlessly as she waited for the end-of-day bell to ring.

It was hot though, wasn't it?

Sweetie Belle looked around to see if somepony had turned up the heat when she wasn't looking. Only the middle of spring, and somehow she felt like she'd come to school smothered in a winter coat. She was sweating, definitely. Whoo. Wiped another hoof across her brow.

And what was that smell?

Sweetie couldn't place it. Definitely something sweet, maybe a candy. Had Twist brought in snacks again? Only, she didn't see any...

Why did she want to hug so much?

Sweetie was feeling strange. She squirmed in her seat, not necessarily hoping nopony would notice, but figuring they were probably too busy goofing off to pay any attention to her anyway. Her seat felt too small, uncomfortable a little. She shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. Her seat was... why was her seat wet?

Sweetie Belle placed both hooves on her desk and pressed down hard against the lacquered wood. She wasn't going to throw up, not like that, since she'd had the Griffon Flu last winter... and it didn't feel bad, necessarily, just... strange. Like she was waiting outside a bakery getting a whiff of the first batch of donuts baked for the morning. Sweetie licked her lips unconsciously, then played with her tongue in her mouth, noticing whatever sweet smell was floating in the air had wormed its way into her mouth, and seemed utterly incapable of vacating.

Cookies. Fresh-baked cookies, or... spun sugar, something that was very hot and being woven into something very thin and sweet. Sweetie was swaying in her chair slightly, eyes half-focused. Was Miss Cheerilee still there? Was she teaching? Somehow the words she was saying were turning into a dull buzz before they reached Sweetie's ear...

And a tingle. She felt it for sure, enough to almost wake her up from whatever dream she was slipping into. It started low, just between her legs, and shot straight up, along her spine all the way up to her head, where it made her horn sizzle and spark just a little, and sent another thick wave of discombobulation, causing her to sway slightly in her desk.

Had anypony noticed? No... Sweetie Belle looked around at the classroom and only saw Miss Cheerilee struggling to educate Snips and Snails on the difference between a 'pistil' and a...

Oh. Sweetie felt a jolt. Like somepony had tickled her, in a good way. She felt herself squirming in her seat without really meaning to, or wanting to, her body just kind of seemed to wiggle back and forth now. And she was clenching her legs too, tightly, like she really needed to go use the restroom.

Well. She was wet down there, anyway. Didn't that mean she needed to go?

Not like this though. This was... very different.

Sweetie looked around the classroom to see if anypony else seemed to be noticing the strange smell and its subsequence effects. Applebloom was scribbling frantically in her notebook, adding skulls and angry faces around a picture of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon over a bonfire. Scootaloo reading a skateboard magazine in-between the covers of her Junior Gardening Science textbook. Diamond Tiara and Silverspoon were whispering and covering their mouths, no doubt planning something nefarious for the next time the Cutie Mark Crusaders were having a good time. Why didn't anypony else seem to be this... hot?

It felt hot. Hot and thirsty. Sweetie noticed that every time she rubbed her legs together extra hard, the jolt would come with it, sharp and small and insistent and making her whole body feel like she'd just swallowed a bottle of lightning. She lowered her face to her desk and laid down on it, focusing just on the feeling between her legs. Squeeze, squeeze, and it got a little wetter, she was sure something was going to happen. Squeeze, and she grabbed at her desk a little, wondering why it felt so good to hold onto it, why it felt so good to brace her hooves against something as she rocked quietly back and forth in her desk. What was that smell, that sick, candy smell, she wanted more of it, she was so hungry and thirsty and needed to go somewhere all at once...

"Miss Cheerilee!" Scootaloo's hoof shot up from her desk. "I hafta use the bathroom. Can I get a pass, please?"

Miss Cheerilee sighed and pulled herself away from her attempt at explaining pollenation to a student in the back of the room. "Scootaloo, it's only two more minutes until end of day... can you please just hold it in?"

"Aw... alright. But if my bladder gets too full and explodes, I'm gonna blame you!"

Miss Cheerilee rolled her eyes. "Very good, Scootaloo. Thank you."

Oh. Two more minutes? She didn't think she could...

Had to. Had to go. What was this feeling? So insistent. Wanting her to get up, to sit down, to keep moving just like that...

Oh. She had put a hoof there now, just to see, and it was... all wet. Very, very wet. She was leaking, somehow.

Miss Cheerilee, she wanted to say. Please, I need the bathroom, I feel really weird... But she kept her head down, chewed up the words and swallowed them before they managed to leap off her tongue. Because if she said something, and she went, and she was gone—then it was stop, the feeling, wouldn't it? And she didn't want it to stop no matter what.

Warm and more. That was what she understood. Hoof on there, it was wet, it was rubbing, why was it rubbing, up and down, it started to feel really different, super good, it was like dreaming about having a candy shop all to yourself but the dream never ended and you never woke up and your special place was so warm now it was like it was on fire, why was it so warm, and your hoof was moving still, like it was scratching an itch, so slippery, making little slosh noises, she was sure of it, everypony else would be listening, they could hear, her eyes were closed and her head down on the cold desk, leaning forward and both hooves now, low there, back and forth, back and forth, please, whatever this was, more of it, now now now now now—

The bell rang, loudly. Ding dong, ding dong. Dong ding dong ding. A train arriving at the station.

Sweetie Belle startled loudly in her seat, jostling her desk as she settled. She jerked her hooves out from between her legs quickly and hid them under her desk, praying to diguise the smell and damp texture as well.

Nopony else seemed to notice. They were all busy, getting their things.

"Class dismissed, everypony. Please remember to do your chloroform worksheets before tomorrow's lesson. We'll be resuming our study and discussion on plant reproduction. Won't that be fun?"

That class groaned collectively over the noise of shuffling chairs and scrambling papers. "Yes, Miss Cheerilee," a few of them droned back, half-hearted rehearsal perhaps hoping for an extra heart-sticker next class.

Sweetie didn't want to get up. She wanted to stay in her desk. But the smell was going now too...

There. Just now.

Junebug had gotten up from her seat, looked softly in Sweetie's direction, and smiled.

And winked.

And just as she had walked past Sweetie's desk, Sweetie had been able to identify the source of the strange, sickly sweet smell creeping into her nose and steering her senses haywire. Junebug's mane, an almost crystalline glow, and the strongest aroma of anything Sweetie had smelled in her life. An explosion of flowers in a perfume parlour. Cotton candy the same flavour as dreams.

Sweetie's eyes glazed, and she licked her lips involuntarily.

But then Junebug was gone, and so was pretty much everypony else. And Sweetie was still feeling fuzzy and hot. And wet. And sticky.

"Y'all wanna come over to the clubhouse and hang out?" Applebloom asked, shoving her binder haphazardly into her knapsack, along with her other school supplies. "Applejack and Big Mac found an old apple thresher in the barn, and they said we could use it to look for our cutie marks as long as we wear safety goggles!"

"Sick! Do you think it'd still work if we through an apple tree in, instead of just a bunch of apples?"

Sweetie Belle looked from Applebloom's face to Scootaloo's, then back to her desk, staring intently at patterned wood, wheeling the pieces in her head to try and find an elegant way out of her sticky situation.

"Uh... I can't today. I've gotta, uh... help Rarity organize the... shirts."

"Shirts?" Scootaloo asked, raising an eyebrow. "When was the last time you saw somepony wearing a shirt—"

"Anyway, I've gotta go. See you two, uh, tomorrow!~" Sweetie Belle gathered her things like lightning and shoved them into her bag twice as quick. As literal lightning. What a metaphor. Before either Scoots or AB could react, Sweetie was out the door, dragging her bag clumsily over her shoulder and moving a lot faster than normal.

A wet spot remained on the seat of her desk.

"Hey," said Applebloom, her nose wrinkling as she walked out of the classroom with Scoots. "Do you smell something?"

Scootaloo sniffed, then wrinkled her nose as well. "Yeah... I think the piece of pie my mom packed me for dessert got squished." Scootaloo eyed her backpack uneasily.

"Gross!" Applebloom yelled.

And the two fillies ran out of the class, giggling.

***

Sweetie Belle had taken off to the restroom like a pony whose stomach was about to turn. But when she'd gotten there, no feeling of insistence had gripped her harder than the heat. Why was it so freaking hot all of a sudden?

It wasn't a normal heat either... Sweetie had splashed her face with water from the faucet and watched it drip off her mane into the sink. The hot was more inside, like she was wearing an invisible outfit she couldn't take off, and it was making her want to move and squirm and do all sorts of strange things she'd never considered before.

She was in the bathroom stall now, door closed. She was rubbing herself.

Why did it feel so good?

Sweetie Belle had touched there before, her special place, as you, y'know, kinda had to when you were taking a bath and stuff. She'd looked at it once or twice, wondering what it could be that was so special there that she wasn't supposed to show the boy ponies, and they weren't supposed to show theirs either. She didn't understand why pictures of girl ponies bent over with their legs slightly spread and their faces turned provocatively to the camera were such a big deal. Wasn't that just where you peed out of, anyway?

Apparently, there was a lot going on there that Sweetie had yet to find out.

For one thing, just putting her hoof there felt good. Not a kind of good Sweetie had ever felt before, or one she was even sure she could describe. It was like an itch, sort of, except an itch was annoying and hurty when it happened and the reason it felt good to scratch was that the annoying hurty feeling went away. This new feeling was another thing entirely. It started out in that same sort of way—a signal, inside her head, that she should be touching somewhere, that some part of her body that she didn't normally notice required attention—but from there it blew up, and the way her entire body shivered and shuddered and her hips moved oh-so-slightly in an involuntary way the second she pressed her hoof to the top of her damp little lips and gently traced down to the bottom. She traced back up, and had to shove her other hoof in her mouth to stifle the strange sound she'd started to make without even noticing it. What was happening to her?

To Sweetie's absolute horror, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and another pony stepping inside.

She tried to remain absolutely motionless... but couldn't help notice the slow, steady, drip, drip, drip, of this new kind of wetness between her legs onto the bathroom floor.

Please, please don't notice me, she thought, holding her breath desperately.

"Hello?" The pony was on the other side of the stall door now. A voice she didn't quite recognize. "Is somepony here?"

"Uh... occupied—" Sweetie started to squeak, then caught herself. "Uh, I mean..." she cleared her throat and coughed into a low, gruff, transparently awful imitation. "Occ...occupied," she said, trying to sound like what she imagined to be Buck Biceps but came out more Thunderlane-in-puberty.

"Hello," the voice said again. It seemed to slither under the door, wafting over the tiles (and Sweetie's little puddle of juices) up into Sweetie's ears. Now she remembered it.

"Junebug?" she asked, whispering.

"Yes. It's me," the voice said simply, modestly. "I couldn't help but notice you looked... off, during class."

"No, I'm fine," Sweetie said, panting desperately over her attempts to hide the little shudders and moans it was still sending her. "But..." She found the words coming before she was even sure she had decided to say them. "...you can stay. If you want to, I mean."

The voice said nothing.

"Uh... hello?" Sweetie said, peeking under the door. The set of pastel hooves was still there.

"Yes? Oh. My goodness. Of course. You couldn't see me nod because of the door. How silly."

Despite her inability to see the nod, Sweetie felt like the blush in Junebug's was so bright it could carry through metal.

"Don't... don't open the door yet," Sweetie said pre-emptively, pushing at it with her spare hoof, still for some reason totally unable to remove at least one hoof's worth of attention between her legs. "I'm all... feeling funny." Ugh. Was that the best she could come up with?

"Do you mean you're feeling sick? I think I should come in and have a look."

"No!" Sweetie gasped, clenching her legs tightly around her hoof. Her special place was asking for more attention, and it was getting very hard to ignore the frequency of the requests.

"Sweetie, it's okay. I'm here because I was worried about you. Just open the door and I'll make sure everything feels fine, okay?"

Sweetie lowered her hoof from the door. She felt herself unlocking it without really understanding the motions she was going through. Gently, she pushed it open. Junebug greeted her, smiling.

"Hello, Sweetie Belle."

"Um... hi..." was the best Sweetie could manage. Her brain was barely there now, pretty much just a landing station for the telegraphs her new wet-spot was sending her. In short: more, more, more.

"Wow. Your forehead is really flushed. Do you have a fever?" Junebug pressed her hoof gently into Sweetie Belle's forehead. Sweetie Belle felt her instinct to pull away swallowed up by the soft touch of delicate fur against her forehead, wiping away the cold sweat that had been beading there for some time.

"I... I think I might," Sweetie said, squirming on the closed toilet lid and clenching her hind-legs tighter, one hoof still between them. "And my... uh..."

"Go on," Junebug said, smiling sweetly, her tongue sticking out just slightly from the corner of her mouth.

"My special place," Sweetie finally said, almost gasping the word, just having the sound of it in her mouth sent a strange, all-encompassing shock through her body. "Ahhh! What was that?"

"Hmm... it sounds like you might need some help right now." Junebug's smile was saccharine.

"Yes! Yes!" Sweetie yelled, almost throwing herself forward and wrapping her forelegs around Junebug, but catching herself just in time. This feeling kept fighting inside her, pulling her one way, and then her head would kick in and pull her back the other... but one of them was winning, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could even keep track. "I mean... yes, please," she said, slightly more restrained, but still wincing at the twitching her little slit was doing every time her hoof so much as grazed its surface.

"Can you open your legs for me, Sweetie Belle?"

Sweetie nodded. "Uh-huh." She felt blood rush even more to her cheeks, but the shame that went with it dissipated almost instantly. She just wanted help. Let Junebug help her. She seemed like such a nice, sweet pony...

As directed, Sweetie, though struggling, spread her legs as wide as she could manage. She had to take her hoof away to do it, and her special place screamed at her, clenching as tight as her legs had been as she pulled apart and gave access to Junebug's calm, reassuring stare.

"That's wonderful. Now. It seems like there's been a whole lot of a problem going on... here." Junebug tapped lightly at the top of Sweetie's slit, and Sweetie bucked her hips forward so hard she almost fell onto the ground. Junebug caught her just in time, grabbing her by the waist, and helping her back up onto the closed seat.

"Wow," Sweetie said. "That felt... wow."

"We're just getting started, Sweetie," Junebug said, grinning. "Why don't you lie back and let me take a closer look."

Sweetie did as she was told, staring up at Junebug's mane and the bathroom lights as the new pony made her way slowly between Sweetie's legs, face-first.

"What... what are you doing?" Sweetie couldn't help but ask. She'd never let anypony see there before (except her sister and friends and stuff), let alone touch it. What was going on, and why did it feel like she never wanted it to stop?

"I'm checking out your special place, Sweetie Belle. You know, you can call it a 'cunt', if you want. Or a 'cunny'. Or a 'pussy'. There are lots of names." Junebug giggled, and stuck out her tongue. With a perplexing length outside her mouth, she leaned down to Sweetie's dripping filly pussy and gave it a good, hard lick.

Sweetie squealed so hard she thought the bathroom walls might explode. The sound rebounded off the tile and porcelain like fireworks in a tin can, soaking Sweetie and Junebug both in the sound of Sweetie's response to this newfound sensation. WhatinEquestriawasthatgivememorerightnow.

"What did you–"

"Just my special trick, dear," Junebug said, wiggling her half-extended tongue outside her mouth. Now that Sweetie could finally take the time to notice it, she noticed there was a lot to notice. A lot of tongue. Long, almost snake-like... it was whispy, thin, forked at the end. And Junebug flicked it at her when she caught her staring.

"Is that... why is your tongue..."

"Shhh, shh shh, my dear. No need for questions. Just lie back and enjoy."

"Enjoy? What do you mean—ohmyGOSH what are you doing?"

What Junebug was doing, as a matter of fact, was shoving her face directly into Sweetie's by now soaking wet slit and lapping forcefully up and down, flicking the young filly's juices everywhere and causing her to squeal and buck in her seat like she'd become possessed. Junebug raised a hoof to help Sweetie steady herself, and Sweetie grabbed it with both of hers.

Her body was moving like it had a separate set of controls, all reserved for this new kind of magic she'd somehow never found out about until now like a complete and total idiot. This was the best thing ever. She had to tell Applebloom and Scootaloo and Twist and everypony about it, she had to go home and try it again by herself, she had to oh what was she doing it felt like her tongue was going inside her... her...

"My pussy!" Sweetie yelled, overtaken by the strength of her own voice. "It feels so good when you... when you lick it like that!"

Junebug's reply was wordless, just a mumbled 'mhm-hmm' as she continued her assault on Sweetie's gushing slit. Her tongue was so long it could creep inside and lap all of the little walls around, pull out and wash across it like a pressed hand, wiping up a load of filly juice and making way for more. It could dance and flicker around this extra special spot that seemed to exist at the very top, just underneath a fold of skin, and when it did that Sweetie felt for sure like she was going completely and totally insane.

That was the best feeling she'd ever had in her life.

And it kept getting better.

It started just between her legs, but then seemed to grow, like a forest fire, spreading out into her legs and her chest and her nipples were tingling too and her face felt so hot and every bit of her like it was going to explode even her horn felt like it was swelling about to burst tongue lapping at her still flicking around her button her cunny her pussy her little filly special place that was about to—

"Ahhh!" Sweetie screamed incoherently and clenched her legs tightly around Junebug's head. She thrashed and arched her back and felt her special place—her pussy—felt it clench, aching, so tight and hot and her whole body was floating, up into a cloud, a lightning storm, ten million fireflies that were about to sue her for copyright infringement—

With an audible 'sploosh', Sweetie's pussy gushed out a small stream of girlcum, splattering the floor with a half-inch deep puddle of the stuff to join Sweetie's previous inability to contain her excitement. Junebug pulled out from between Sweetie's legs, smirking and licking the copious amount of filly-juice on her mouth and face. Her tongue was even long enough to clean the spots above her eyebrows. Junebug grinned.

Sweetie could barely open her eyes. She found herself sprawling backwards onto the cold porcelain toilet, one foreleg outstretched, panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down with each breath. Words. Sounds. Coherent communication and speech. All of those seemed so far away from where she was, still on a cloud, drifting into a sugary garden of bright and forbidden flowers...

"Feel better?" Junebug asked with a slight giggle.

Sweetie nodded limply, and managed to pull herself up and open her eyes through the fog inhabiting her head and pretty much every other part of her body. "Yeah... 'better'... you could say that... I guess."

Junebug beamed at her.

"I'm so glad I could help."

"Uh-huh." Sweetie sat up a little straighter and wiped a hoof across her forehead, straightening her now damp mane with a few strands behind her ear. "Thank you. But what was—mmph!"

Junebug had kissed her. Suddenly, and with her slithery tongue now worming its way inside Sweetie's mouth. Tickling her own tongue. Playing with it. Dancing and licking at her lips and pulling her forward with a hoof behind her head what was that feeling again it was coming back, she'd never kissed anypony like this before—

Junebug pulled away just as suddenly as she had approached, endlessly grinning, her tongue peeking out from between her teeth. She giggled to herself and put a hoof to her mouth.

"See you tomorrow, Sweetie Belle," she said, and walked calmly out of the stall, then the bathroom.

Sweetie put a hoof to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue. A long strand of spit hung from her mouth down to her chin.

Did she taste... honeysuckle?