The next morning wasn’t quite so bad. All the heat had been burned off with some midnight showers and the garden was glittering with fresh dew as I stepped out into the patio. A cool breeze blew from the west and the neighbourhood was eerily quiet at that time.

I’d decided to get out with an early start, as it was my understanding blossoms liked to open before the sunrise, and I wanted to capture them while they were still fresh, so I grabbed my coat and the camera and headed out to find that park.

The park, as it turns out, wasn’t one I was particularly unfamiliar with. It was contracted using the princess’s emergency funds, since my arrival had nothing short of destroyed the previous winging arrangements and left the schoolhouse with nothing for recess that entire month.

Princess Sparkle was livid, as too was the class president at the time. Neither still trust me to this day.

~ ~ ~

As I entered the front gate, I was bombarded with a smattering of different sights and sounds. The scent of daisies and dandelions hung fresh in the air. The voices of fillies and colts of all manner of ages echoed numerous around me as I stepped my way up the cobbled stone path.

They all darted around, laughing and playing cutely, whilst I spotted only a few teachers overseeing the chaos. One, a cyan pegasus, seemed to be jeering on a gaggle of pegasus foals, whilst two, a maroon mare with flowers on her rump, Cheerilee, was watching over the sand pits and swings.

My attention was quickly drawn to one group of fillies in particular, acting strange as they parted from the playground and made their way towards the trees in the back. Two of them—the one was pink with a tiara, and the other seemed grey with glasses—were buffeting along a younger foal as she led their way across the grass into the long, overgrown weeds.

Even as I squinted, I’d barely made out her appearance before they were gone. They scurried through the thick undergrowth where I couldn’t see and that was the last I saw of them.

I decided to ignore them for now, rather choosing to focus on my reason for coming. The flowers had to be around here. I could smell them. It was just a matter of seeking them out.

~ ~ ~

Fluttershy was right! The blossoms were beautiful, and it had only taken me a few hours to find them. They were lined up along the back fence, tucked away behind the row of trees where they wouldn’t be trampled or plucked.

A collection of whites, reds, and blues, fire oranges, yellows, and pinks, danced in the gentle breeze as the flowers sunned themselves in the light. I didn’t know exactly which ones she wanted, so I snapped some pictures of them all, being sure to only get the best angles and lighting.

I even tried something new with an experimental technique.I held the camera at an angle close to the ground. I found I could focus on the petals and get the light to come off just right to articulate the speckles of pollen from the bees, balanced by the darker greens and browns of the other plants’ leaves.

Heck, I was starting to think I might actually be good at this photography thing. Hah. The guy with the camera? Good at photography? Imagine that.

The sun was already well past the horizon when I was done, and with it peeking past the mountains of Canterlot, I leaned back, capped my lens, and stood to admire the breeze after a long day’s work well-done.

“No, Diamond, stoop... Let me go...”

A little whining voice drifted my way from the trees behind me. At first I thought it was some trick of the mind, that there was no way it could be that close, but then I stiffened as what I thought was the innocent rustling of leaves turned to anything but. The bushes behind me shook with the grunt and clamours of struggle, more whispering voices too faint for me to discern.

I assumed the position, crouching low as I inched my way into the bush, my camera at the ready as it lead my way towards the sounds at the source.

As my nose poked through the leaves, the gap gave way, and my eyes widened as they beheld the most perfect little dream: three foals, one with a spoon and the other with a tiara I recognised from earlier. They were both grunting with effort as they pressed their haunches into the dirt, crowding over a third, pink, younger filly with a mixed-coloured mane.

Two of them looked fourteen, but the other didn’t even have her cutie mark yet! And she was struggling. “Nooooo... Diamond, T-Tiara,” she whined, pulling against her friend’s restraint. “I don’t wanna!”

“Cover her mouth, Silver Fool!” Diamond Tiara snapped. She was flushed red with a scowl. They had the third foal pinned down between them, her dock pressed to the ground under Diamond’s weight whilst Silver held firm, supporting her back. The latter had her hooves around her waist Diamond worked to pry the innocent foal’s legs apart to reveal her untouched folds.

“What do you expect me to do!?” Silver spat back with bile. Grunting, she pulled down hard, placating their victims struggles with a shove. She adjusted her positioning so she had her forelegs over her shoulders, pressing her back against her own. If you hadn’t guess—“ She was cut off, barely dodging a bash as the filly thrashed. –“If you hadn’t guessed, my hooves are a little tied up at the moment.”

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes. I was forced to retreat back into the bush as she rolled off from her seat, and made a quick pace around the tiny space. Diamond picked up a small rock, then some leaves and some sticks, before finding a dusty rubber ball and discarding the rest.

She brushed it off with her hoof, and silently shushed the fily, stroking back her tousled mane as she forced the red toy into her open mouth. “Shh~shh~shhh~” Diamond cooed, “There you go now.” This caused the filly’s brow to crease, and her panicking only increased as Diamond returned to her seat and spread her legs back apart to claim her prize.

Diamond licked her lips. “So,” she said, “what are you going to do now, Toola-Foola?” A tiny chuckle escaped Silver’s lips as Diamond Tiara laughed at her own clever joke.

I simply rolled my eyes. These human terms were getting around too fast, and of course the foals had to be the first ones to ruin their innocence and drive these words into the ground. At least my only consolation had to be that they hadn’t yet learned the word—

“Fuck, you ‘Blank Flanks’ think you’re so great.” I could’ve sworn she’d made air quotes as she said that, and Diamond quickly rolled her eyes, the expression screaming ‘la-de-da’ through my mind’s ear. “Well what do you think now”—She punctuated with a hard pressing down on Toola’s flanks, causing a pained mewl to come out from the plastic toy, “without your precious Coconut Cream?”

It was quickly becoming clear I’d somehow fallen in the middle of some kind of spat. A feud? I didn’t think these innocent ponies were capable of that. I didn’t want to go any further, and I didn’t want to find out.

I made to leave.

But then, as I was inching my way out of the bushes, I heard Diamond’s voice pipe up again with something that made me go stiff.

“Don’t worry...” she cooed, her voice almost sultry in nature. It sent shivers up my spine to hear such a young voice make such a... seductive tone. I almost didn’t want to look back, but as I did I heard the rest of her say: “I might have to act like a ‘goody-two-hooves’ around the Crusaders, but with you...”

Slowly and sultrily, with a practiced deliberate move, she dragged her hoof over Toola’s foalhood and brought it up to her face to delicately lap at the sticky sweet secretions.

“We’ll make sure you have plenty of ‘cream’ when I’m done with you.”

~ ~ ~

At first I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my ears. I stared; my mouth fell agape as Diamond Tiara went right back to massaging the foal. She’d start high, wipe the wetness from her hoof against Toola’s breast, and then slowly dragged down... lower, and lower.

I watched as Diamond trailed her hoof over Toola’s abdomen. The little filly flinched as the tip of Diamond’s frog flicked past her hardened teats. They were so tiny, just barely visible from their spot, nestled in the crutch of her belly, a couple fair pink tips poking out through the mounds of soft fur as they slowly grew erect.

Then, the heat rising, Diamond continued her journey down. My lips felt wet, watching her, transfixed, as Diamond drew the tip of her hoof further south, eliciting a gasp and a muffled, pathetic little whine from the foal in her hold. Toola tried to struggle, but Diamond’s hold was too strong, and the earth pony had no trouble prying her legs down to put all on display.

Toola’s folds parted to dribble a thin trail of clear fluids as they were pulled open by a twitching, tentative wink. As Diamond’s hoof grazed over the sensitive hood, she ground the tip in, pushing it back to reveal the ripe pink flesh beneath.

Then, just as quickly, her hoof moved away, closing the love tunnel behind her where it shivered, quivering from the undue attention. This all played out with the sound of a faint panting, and a needy, pained squeak, though I knew not by whom.

Diamond loved every minute of this. Her face had gone a peach red, her tongue just barely peeking from her mouth as she panted. She’d lapped into a complete silence. It was cute, innocent almost, in the way she looked. A filly determined to do a good job. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on her ministrations, pushing further, arching her back, and leaning in closer to take in the scent of Toola’s own arousal.

The only sounds were her cute, foolish, panting, and soft schlick, schick, schick as her hoof glided over wet fur a flesh. Growing faster and harder with every pass, Diamond grit her teeth, biting her tongue a bead of sweat rolled down between her eyes until finally, finally—

A loud smack, and I was snapped out of my trance. The hair bristled on my neck. I hadn’t even realised I’d been drooling until I ran my dry tongue over the edges of my lips.

Diamond leaned over to admonish the filly. “No cumming!” she harshly whispered, then went on to grind her hoof against her own sex as she pressed her muzzle against Toona’s nose with a grinning smile. “’Blank Flanks’ aren’t allowed to cum!” I heard her say. Then, with a loud squelch, Diamond Tiara slapped her hoof back against Toola’s folds, causing a flinch and a squeal from the filly as she moistened her with her own wet juices.

As Diamond Tiara rolled off of her captured prey, I caught the briefest glimpse of her own pert pussy lips. They were red, hot, puffy, and swollen with need. I caught just the beginnings of a wink, her clit came out to wave at me, before her tail draped back in to obscure my view.

Diamond resumed her work. Spreading Toola’s pussy lips with the edge of her hoof, she took the gap between the foal’s winking clit and her lips as her chance to gradually force her hoof inside. This resulted in an immediate change as Toola began thrashing and whining against her gag. Silver forced her back to the ground, drooling herself as she watched this unfold from behind some only slightly fogged pair of glasses.

Silver’s tongue hung out wide in the open, drooling over Toola’s mane as she watched this display, and the scent of sex hung heavy in the tight space.

In a moment of lucidity, I remembered that I’d had a camera, and if I was going to be witness to a foal getting hoofed against her will, I was sure as hell going to document it. Fumbling with the Polaroid to remove the cover, I discarded the cap and brought it up to my eye, steadied the viewfinder, and snapped the first shot.

There was a bright, blinding flash, and the distinct, unmistakeable ker-klack as the mechanism shunted to the next place. Then, there was, a long, drawn-out whirling as the film reeled to completion.

Time itself ran at a crawl as the blood drained from my face. Silently, a part of me hoped they wouldn’t notice. Maybe they were too into it to hear the flash? Then another part of me smacked me across the head. Of course they would’ve noticed that! What was I thinking!?

The fillies’ pupils shank, confirming my worst fear, blinking the stars from their eyes. Diamond’s nose flared and she whipped her hoof out, causing a shower of mixed secretions to splatter across her face from Toola’s hole.

All eyes pinned to me as Diamond Tiara screeched, like some creature born of Hades. “Get Him!”

It was at that moment, that I knew I’d fucked up.

Author's Note

There's a phrase that applies here... what was it now? Something about escalators and their rate of ascent.