Photos of Fillies

Dinky flinched out of her stupor at the sudden noise. Her ears flicked back, and then up, searching the source of the commotion. What was that? The thoughts flashed through her mind quicker than she could react, immediately pulling the hoof from between her legs as she looked up and around.

Nothing seemed out of place: the shrubbery around her was thick and overbearing. They offered their comforting warmth, a blanket of privacy around her, but yet also—it was so hard to see anything. Could there really be somepony watching?

No, that couldn’t be. Nopony knew she was there other than Rumble...

A gentle breeze brushed through her mane, wafting with it the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the scent of flowers and course dirt. The crushing silence descended around her as Dinky opened her mouth to speak.

The words came out meek, her voice crackling as she whispered. “H-Hello?” she called out.

There was a shuffle of motion in the bushes, a figure like a tree lumbered in the shadows and Dinky’s heart jumped into her throat. She pushed herself up slightly against the base of the bush’s trunk. Retracting her hoof further from beneath her, she closed her legs. Attempting though she might to cover her shame with her tail, she wiped the excess secretions into the blanket below.

“Hello?” she asked again, slightly louder, more direct this time. She felt exposed, like there was somepony watching her, somepony dangerous. Squinting into the shadows, Dinky’s mouth crunched into a frown.

There was somepony there. She knew it.

“Is there anypony there?”

At the next sign of motion, Dinky worked up her courage, hazarding a guess. “R-Rumble?” She couldn’t help but stutter. “Is t-that you?” she whimpered.

~ ~ ~

“H-Hello...?”

The filly’s voice was small and attentive, wavering with uncertainty as they bored into my back, cutting deep like a warm knife into butter. I could already feel her presence weighing behind me, like a sledgehammer ready to fall. The images of that Diamond filly flashed through my mind, the horror with which they looked at me etched into my mind.

I couldn’t move. My chest felt tight, my legs wouldn’t budge as my heart raced into oblivion. I could do nothing but my best impression of a tree as I listened, my ears straining into the silence as the filly moved behind me.

There was the snapping of twigs, the rustling of leaves. A breeze blew through my hair, rustling the satchel on my shoulder and carrying with it the scent of freshly-cut grass. I could already hear it, the unmistakable sound of hooves falling, the crunching of stone and gravel as somepony trotted by, growing ever nearer. There was no telling where it was coming from. Behind me? In front?

I spun around, putting my back to the road, and retreating away from the foal as he voice called to me once again. “Is there anypony there?”

The words cut to my gut as I spotted the foal—our eyes locked onto one another before breaking apart after a second. She looked down, away from herself and towards the branches and leaves—She seemed to be scanning the surroundings, searching for something.

I managed to just barely make myself smaller, crouching as close to the dirt as my legs would allow—my calves were already burning from being hunched over for so long, but the adrenaline turned the pain into a dull ache, a distant memory as I watched from between the broken leaves for what she was about to do.

She moved her body, squinting as she seemed to look almost directly at me. Her golden eyes shimmered in the dim light, sparkling with the inkling of teardrops, waiting on the corners of her cheeks as she whispered something I could barely hear, a colt’s name.

“... Rumble...” She looked tired, distressed, wanting, as her chest heaved. A vein sliver of excitement flashed through her features—“...I-Is that you?”—and then vanished when she realised nopony was there.

My heart clenched. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, trying not to make a sound as I leaned forward, bracing my hands against the branches in front of me as I strained my ears to hear just a little bit more. “Who was this Rumble?” I whispered beneath my breath, my curiosity peaked. “Was it that colt I’d met before? Is this what he was doing—”

Who he was doing, a small voice in the back of my mind corrected, causing a slight chuckle and smile to grace my lips.

I could only watch in absolute silence as the filly’s gaze passed me over, looking into the distance past the veil of leaves that separated us. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, guilty in a way. She was here waiting for him and I’d had to come along and scare him off. Chances are, the colt she loved was miles away from here, and probably still running.

Maybe this was the only chance they had to ever meet, and I’d ruined it.

My vision was starting to blur, and I quickly pulled my hand away to wipe the tears from my face. I sniffed quietly, and then looked back up to check what she was doing.

The filly had quickly returned to her own ministrations, though with less vigour than before. She’d squeezed her eyes shut and was tracing little circles around her swollen lips. She emitted a sigh, her chest heaved, and my muscles tensed when her eyes opened again.

Slowly, as if in a stupor, she looked down at herself, licking her lips, then picked up her hoof to inspect the layers of fluids clinging to it—thick white lumps of something—my breath caught in my throat when it finally clicked.

Cum

She was dripping the stuff, soaking the blanket further even as I watched.

She picked up her hoof and lifted it closer to her mouth—My breathing was hot, in short pants as I watched her inspecting the white fluid that dripped from the tip of her frog. She tested it with a sniff, and then, gingerly, she licked a piece of it off with her tongue.

I had no idea how long it had been before I realised I was staring. My mouth agape, I licked my lips and swallowed; now feeling the weight of the satchel on my arm and the burning of my knees from crouching in the shade for so long.

The filly was still distracted, and though it pained me to leave her, it wasn’t looking like there would be any better chance to get out of here than right now. Thus, slowly and carefully, I withdrew from the bushes, letting them naturally open and close around me as I backed away from the foal, my eyes never leaving her gaze, as if waiting for her to look up and suddenly recognise me.

At one point she inhaled suddenly—My own breathing stopped and I waited, I watched, my breath bated, but she quickly went back to teasing her pussy lips, whispering another string of faint words... Her coltfriend’s name drifted to the tips of my ears, bringing with them a shiver and a twisting of my gut.

“Rumble... P-please... Don’t leave me.”

~ ~ ~

I backpedalled my way out of the bushes. The sudden, loud crunching of the gravel under my boots were abhorrently loud, almost startlingly so—It took all my strength to keep from jumping out of my skin as I stumbled back into the street, panting and out of breath.

I leaned onto my knees, gasping for breath—I was assuredly blushing profusely. Sweat beaded my forehead as my mind reeled from what I’d just seen—Or possibly worse, what I’d just missed.

The image of the colt from before—his features were foggy and unclear, but the way he stammered and retreated away at the sight of me—there was no mistaking it. That must have been Rumble. He was here, and he was—

I gasped, swallowing down my dry throat.

The calming breeze was already cooling against my skin, and the sound of the filly’s moans were a distant memory, barely even a flicker, though her scent still burned in the back of my mind—that hot, sticky, smell of the inside of the bushes were something unmistakeable, something I knew well.

The smell of sex.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to clear my head. I tried to focus on my surroundings, the grounding, cool breeze and the sounds of ponies and birds flitting through the sky in the distance behind me—I could hear hooves trotting, far off, barely a thought.

There was a shuffling, and a sudden whisper, something unintelligible as I stood there. I crouched to my shins, holding my arms close over my stomach as I let the moment wash over me, the weight of the satchel weighing heavy on my shoulder.

It slid down slightly, but with a shrug of my shoulder, I managed to tug it back in place—and there was a tingling of stones but I paid it no mind.

As my mind started to clear, I slowly began to become aware of more of my surroundings, of the bushes and sparse trees and the movement of pegasi moving back and forth between the clouds up ahead.

The bicycle was still there, right where I’d left, bent handles and everything—discarded in the middle of the road. It had been pushed to the side—Had I done that?—and lay half tipped into the ditch on the opposite side to me.

I couldn’t remember ever throwing it that hard—There was a crunching of hooves, like somepony scurrying behind me, and my eyes snapped away from the bike—just barely tracking the motion as the bushed fluttered in the wind.

There was a clinking of metal—and the sudden crunch of a pair of hooves right over my back. “Wait—” A familiar giggle. Now I knew I’d heard it that time. “Who’s—“

I spun around, ready to trade blows with that tiara’d tyrant, but my punch was stopped in its tracks by an iron-clad hoof as a pair of Royal Guards towered over me, flanking on either side, their gilded armour reflecting in the sunlight as they leered down over my crouching form—though, granted, I was still just barely taller than them.

A toasted brown stallion and pear white mare, both of their ears lowered as they glowered at me from behind their identical armaments. “State your business, human,” the first of them spat.

“Uh...” It only just occurred to me how terrible this must look. I was crouching in the street acting like a creep with a camera in my pocket whilst a foal—

An especially loud moan called out from nowhere. I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but it put the three of us on edge as the guards’ glowers turned into glares.

“Oh f—”