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“Hey, mister!~”
Above the general hubbub of the town square, a filly’s voice rings out loud and clear. It’s the first voice you’ve distinctly made out that’s aimed in your general direction that wasn’t from a vendor, so you turn your head, peering over your stuffed saddlebags. There are a few stalls, lots of bartering ponies, even a few colts with their mothers, but no filly…
“Over here!”
This time the voice calls out from a slightly different direction. Any doubt you might have had about who it was addressing vanishes; clearly she’d seen you reacting to her voice. And, sure enough, a quick turn is all it takes to meet a pair of forest-green filly eyes that stare back at you, framed by a cheerful red sash around her neck and a little green Filly Scouts cap atop her two-toned orangeish mane. As you trot closer, heading all the way down the alley she tucked herself into, she beams, displaying a smile that could melt snow with its warmth. In a way, it’s nice to see someone that’s excited to see you...even if it was to try and give you a sales pitch, which most everypony in the marketplace did. But that’s just how things were.
“My name’s Ginger Snap!” the filly chirps as you come to a stop right in front of her, and what looks to be a crude wooden box constructed by...well, probably her. As she stands taller, you notice that she’s wearing a sash covered in just about every single merit badge you’ve ever seen on a Filly Scout, and then some. “I’m collecting donations for the Filly Scouts’ Helping Hooves program. All proceeds go towards our efforts to support organizations who help ponies in need of essentials like food, shelter, and other stuff like that. Do you wanna donate anything today?”
Your eyes flick to a triangular sign that rests on the ground in front of you, barely coming up to knee height: Raising funds for Filly Scouts, punctuated with a hoof-drawn heart. It’s just all so endearing; her smile, how excited she sounds to be helping out, and the handmade sign and box, presumably where she put donations in. But...you can’t help but hesitate. You’ve got some wiggle room in your bit bag due to some particularly successful haggling, but...that wiggle room is usually saved towards next week’s groceries. Money doesn’t grow on trees after all, and while you’ll help others less fortunate than yourself...you’ll have less of a cushion than you’d prefer.
Almost as if noticing your hesitation, Ginger Snap pipes up again, tilting her head and blinking twice as she speaks up, slightly less chipper but still eager: “Anything helps, mister; even just one bit can make a difference!”
Ouch. You know she didn’t mean anything by it, but the implications of her words hit you like a train. Why were you being so stingy? Realistically speaking, you wouldn’t miss those extra bits that much, but someone else would be way happier to have them, or the good that they produced. In fact, though it might have been crazy in the other direction, your mind is made up as you unbutton a flap on your saddlebag and shove your hoof in there, before pulling out your bit pouch.
“Okay.” This comes out a bit rougher than you intend, but you make up for it by proceeding to toss the little Filly Scout the entire thing. It’s not everything you have of course; just everything extra you still had left over after getting everything you needed. At a rough estimate by weight...60 bits or so.
Ginger Snap’s eyes widen as she hefts the sack in her hoof, and she gazes up at you with wonder, as if she’s never seen anypony give so much at once before. “Woah, m-mister...are you sure?”
“Yeah. It’s my good turn of the day. Why not?”
“Your…oh, of course, mister! Thank you so much!” Her eyes light up as she catches on; you’re intimately familiar with the scouts and their code thanks to a few chatty nieces. One of their little rules, or codes of honor, is to ‘do a good turn daily’ – or in simpler terms, do something good for somepony at least once a day. Do your part. They’ve got tons of these phrases but this one is the one that the scouts all seem to live by most eagerly...including this one.
Feeling a lot happier, you turn to walk away. You can see why they live by that mantra...doing good feels good.
“W-wait, mister!”
You stop; Ginger wants your attention again. Your head swivels to find that she’s sat back down, shyly turned partially away but still meeting your gaze. You arch an eyebrow, and she swallows and speaks up:
“I forgot to tell you...you get a reward for donating, too!”
“It’s okay, I don’t –“
“But I insist!” Ginger Snap says, moreso pleading than actually insisting. Even though she’s literally asking to reward you, you can’t help but feel a little weirded out as you trudge back. Donating was fine, but...you’d neither expected nor wanted to get anything for it. Come to think of it…
“Okay...what is the reward?”
A second passes as Ginger Snap closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens them again. Almost immediately, she seems to flip a switch. Gone is the wide, wholesome smile she had pinned to her face, replaced by a naughty little smirk. Her wide-eyed expression full of optimism changes as she lowers her eyelids and arches her eyebrows, keeping her head cocked to the side but her eyes locked onto yours. Her stance changes as she spreads her hind legs out, but confidently places a forehoof between them. Her voice almost transforms as she still sort of chirps out, but more so purrs out her answer;
“You get one free blowjob, mister!”
“...what.”
There isn’t really anything better to say. She’d let loose that phrase so expertly that your dick responds almost immediately, bobbing gently in anticipation. Without looking down, you could feel it growing along your stomach, pulsing, twitching…
Ginger’s gaze moves and locks directly onto your still-growing shaft. “Oh, don’t what me, mister...I can tell you’d love to~”
She...isn’t wrong, at least at some level. She seems to know it, too, as she stands back up, stepping forward very deliberately, swinging her hips. She’s no longer making eye contact; her eyes are on the prize, so to speak. She stops as she comes to stand directly beneath you, the tip of her scout hat tickling your chest ever so slightly. You can feel her warm breath cascading over your shaft as she stands there, no doubt taking it fully in. A few agonizing seconds pass as your cock finally comes to full attention, rock-hard and pressed firmly against your midsection. Waiting, wanting, raring to go. Everything else stands still, every other one of your muscles. Even your breathing catches for a bit as she slowly swishes her tail, sways back and forth, and just...breathes on your stiffening rod. It has you far more aroused than you’d like to admit by the time she speaks again.
“So…how about it, mister? We can call this one of my good turns of the day, if it makes you feel better!”
It feels so wrong but so right, both at the same time. You have several questions, but none of them are vocalized. Most of your blood is busy with stiffening your pride and joy, and not much is in your head driving your rational thinking anymore. Your head feels almost like it’s on fire in a peculiar mix of embarrassment and arousal. She’s just a filly, but...she clearly knows what she wants, and...nopony in the plaza far behind seems close enough or interested enough to notice you two. You seem to have the relative privacy, if you so choose, to let this filly do her thing. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity; the chance to feel an eager, young mouth closing around your shaft, sinking deeper, enjoying every single inch you had to offer…
Fuck it.
Running on pure adrenaline, you finally manage to open your mouth to speak and take her up on her offer:
“O-okay.”
“Great! I promise, this’ll be fun for both of us! Scout’s honor!” And just as if nothing had happened, Ginger Snap steps back out from under you, beaming widely once more, this time with heavily red-tinted cheeks (though surely not as red as your own). With a grand gesture, she points to the box she’d been sitting next to earlier. “Why don’t you sit down, spread out, and I’ll get you...warmed up?~”
You obey, plopping onto the short wooden platform as you shrug your saddlebags off, leaving them to flop on the ground like two sacks of potatoes. The box creaks momentarily but then holds fine. Your mind is still swirling with questions as she saunters on over agonizingly slowly. Where did this filly learn this stuff? More to the point...why was she making you so aroused? You want to just pin her down and take her, but your conscience still demands that you let her take the lead. Even though she was a...rather sexually tempting and seemingly experienced filly, she was still a filly. Who knew what would happen if you went all out?
...she probably knew what would happen. But you weren’t going to risk it.
Finally, Ginger finds a comfortable place between your legs. Even though you’re quite low to the ground – two feet of elevation at most – she still has to stand straight to bring herself anywhere near to a level footing with your gently-twitching cock. She says nothing for a moment, but just closes her eyes and inches closer and closer; one of her forehooves comes to rest on your thigh and begins rubbing it, while her snout gets ever nearer, until...she finally touches it.
She keeps her muzzle there, at the base of your cock but above your balls, and smiles, opening her eyes again. This time her smile is less innocent, and more...hungry.
“Mmmm, gosh...this is a real treat for me, mister…” she murmurs, inhaling deeply. You can’t help but to shudder at the exact time she does, though she has much more cause, seeing as she’s directly inhaled as much of your slowly-building musk as she can. “It’s not every day a...stud like you comes by~”
You don’t know if she’s telling the truth or flattering you, but you don’t really care. All you care about is how forcefully you can feel yourself reacting. It’s almost painful how much she’s teasing you. Against your better wishes, you can feel your hips twitch, and you can feel your shaft slide along the Filly Scout’s muzzle. It feels good, but it’s nothing compared to what she does next.
“Oh? I see you are eager to...donate again~”
With a giggle that rests firmly in between the realms of angelic and devilish, Ginger Snap sticks her tongue out, as if preparing to blow a raspberry...but then instead slowly tilts her head upwards, dragging it along the underside of your cock. You bite your lip and grab on tightly to the corners of the box, feeling spikes of pleasure shoot down your length. You can’t help but groan softly as she keeps doing it, but makes sure to tilt her head and approach from different angles every time. She even noses slowly down to your balls, pauses...and then takes one into her mouth, sucking it gently like it was a jawbreaker, trying to savor every bit of flavor that she could. Her tail starts swaying side to side again as she works, slurping and gently tugging every couple of seconds.
“F...fuck.”
“Mmmm...” Ginger finally lets go with a wet pop and tilts her head in an all-too-familiar manner. “Little salty, but wow, mister...you taste good!”
“Uhhh...thanks?” What else was she expecting you to say to that?
Evidently nothing, because she moves on. She wiggles up onto her hind legs, and uses a hoof to bend your cock down until it’s pointed right at her face. She goes cross-eyed as she stares at the tip, quietly panting. After a brief silence, she leans forward, licking the very tip of your thoroughly-engorged head. Fuck. That’s a weak spot. It’s a good thing you’re sitting down, otherwise your legs buckling would have been a much bigger problem.
Almost as if she’s intending to torture you, she keeps at it; licking the tip, swirling her tongue around the flared edges, and even taking in big, obvious whiffs of your scent. Before long, she has you squirming both from the physical and mental stimulation; not only was she hitting all the right spots with her small, warm, wet filly tongue, but the way she seemed to utterly adore your cock added a kind of taboo. Not a wholly negative one, although the fact that you were surely dead if anyone saw you letting a filly lick your cock was still at play...but this was something you almost never saw with older partners; an undying eagerness – no, craving – to tease, find every single right spot, and have fun doing so. And she was...so young. That made it all the more impressive that she knew what to do…and did it so well.
“Warmed up enough, mister?” Ginger Snap snickers lightly as you drift back to reality. You nod, and she bounces happily. “Good! In fact, I think I might be...warming up too~”
You’re not sure what she means at first, but then you notice that one of her hooves is crammed tightly between her thighs. As she continues her frustratingly tantalizing tongue-dragging and heavy, lusty breathing, she slowly grinds against her hoof, eking out a moan every time her hips twitch forward. She shudders every now and then as she hits her own sensitive buttons. You somehow feel guilty and even more turned on at the same time; guilty because you can’t really help the aroused Filly Scout from your current position, but more turned on because she seems to be enjoying herself so well that you’re sure she doesn’t mind. All she seems to care about is teasing your shaft slowly and deliberately, all while she does the same to her slit.
But while you can’t help her pleasure herself...you can help her pleasure you, and by extension, give her more incentive to increase her own pleasure.
You reach out and gently take hold of the sides of her head; she lets you, not even so much as flinching. Pointedly, you tug her towards you, such that her lips are pressed firmly against the tip of your cock. There’s a brief moment of resistance where you think she’s not open to taking your entire girth in...but it quickly passes as her lips part, and the first inch of your cock disappears fully into her mouth. Holy fuck. It’s everything you’d been thinking of and more. As a filly, she has a huge edge over any mare you’d ever been with: the inside of her mouth is not only tantalizingly moist, but so small and tight that even an artificial toy couldn’t compare. You almost climax right then and there...but a deep breath and a posture change to lean back on the box sends the urge back down, leaving only warm, wet satisfaction in its place.
It’s clear that your flared tip is wider than she’s used to, as she grunts a little bit and wiggles her jaw. You can feel her shifting, pushing, making little progress...until she finally finds a sweet spot, or a second wind, or something. In one absolutely heavenly motion, she opens wider and pushes more and more of your meat into her mouth. Her eyes roll back and she moans heavily; even though her voice is as high as ever, her husky groaning drops almost an octave as she savors every bit that she manages to cram down her throat. You soon find yourself joining in with quiet vocalizations of your own as she stops about halfway, before deciding to add her tongue into the equation as she slowly draws back. She’s barely started, and she’s already topping your mental list of the most tantalizing head you’ve ever received.
Ginger Snap seems to know it, too. For a brief moment, you lock eyes with her. She pauses, bats her eyes innocently even despite the fact she has your throbbing shaft in her mouth...and then starts back down again, scraping your sensitive skin with just the very, very tips of her teeth. You grip the box again, but even more tightly, and brace against it as you feel heat surge throughout your body, mostly in your groin. She keeps this pattern up for a while, steadily going deeper each time, slowly increasing her pace, moaning deeply and glancing up at you with lidded eyes. You’re almost hypnotized by the way she bobs up and down expertly, stroking every single bit of pleasure and now thoroughly-flowing precum out that she can with her tongue.
The filly’s neck visibly bulges further and further down as she manages to cram even more of your cock in every time, and your flare wedges yet deeper inside her unimaginably tight throat. Yet she doesn’t even break stride; she switches to breathing through her nose when necessary like a true expert. Her self-pleasuring hoof is also working up a solid rhythm; it’s still slow and steady, but fast enough that the stimulation she’s receiving affects her much more visibly. Her back is slowly arching as she leans more into both the blowjob and her hoof.
“Mmmmmmnnnnn...hhk.”
You’re still somewhat hypnotized by her throaty moaning, and the confident rhythm she’s humping with, but are vaguely aware of her finally hilting your entire length as her muzzle gently boops your pelvis. She doesn’t stop there either, even as you tense your muscles to hold back the inevitable orgasm. She picks up on this and quickens her pace, pulling back and forcing her head back down as quickly as she can now. The tip of your cock doesn’t even leave her mouth; she’s adjusted her stance such that pulling herself all the way off unassisted would require falling backwards. Her one life goal at the moment, outlined by the wet slurping moans she makes, and your quickening breath and tightening muscles, is simple: she wants to make you cum. Her mane swings wildly in the air as she approaches a feverish pace, and her sultry vocalizations increase in pitch to match. You join in too, thrusting back when she pulls back, and pushing forward when she dives back in.
Every stroke is met with a slap as your balls swing forward into her neck, a ghk as she does her best to keep her breathing steady, and a primal grunt from deep within your chest as you feel the peak approaching. Adding to the cacophonous soundscape is a gentle squishing as she now smushes her hoof into her dripping filly bits as hard as she can. Her hind legs seem like they can’t stand still as she shifts over and over, trying to find the best possible spread to facilitate both her increased neck movement as well as her hip-thrusting. Her moans are more shrill now, more needy, desperate to reach the peak that she probably knows you’re approaching too. Any reservations or doubts you had are all gone now; all that matters is fucking her throat until you explode in it. You’re almost there, just a few more seconds…
“Mnh...fuuuuuuck…”
The world briefly wavers as you squeeze your eyes shut and finally unleash the orgasm you’d been holding out for. As the first spurt of white-hot seed erupts from your cock, Ginger Snap takes notice and, mercifully, stops so as to not overstimulate you. Instead she holds still, staring you straight in the eyes as she swallows every single drop of every single spurt, while you shudder and squirm as her tight throat still seems to massage you of its own accord. Each squirt is accompanied by a muffled gulp, and yet more stimulation as this makes her muscles contract to milk even more cum out. Your balls contract tightly as you just keep pumping out cum, and your orgasm drags on for what seems like forever. No doubt about it now: this was the best blowjob you’ve ever experienced, as well as a close contender for longest orgasm too. There’s almost no end to it in sight.
She seems to peak at this point too. She finally breaks eye contact as her eyes roll back and she squeals in delight, her thrusting and humping topping out at a feverish pace. You can feel her struggling to stay upright as she leans forward, tugging your cock down along with her. Gentle whines of ecstasy burble up from her throat after every trickle of cum you manage to pump out. As her eyes squeeze firmly shut, you can see reflexive tears welling up in their corners. You can’t tell if they’re from how deep she’s chosen to hilt herself while she trembles and rides out her climax, or just from how strong the climax is. You don’t doubt its intensity, though...the way she almost seizes up every second is a testament to its force.
But as with all good things, everything does eventually come to an end. Your last spurt of cum makes itself known, and the Filly Scout swallows one last time. She hangs on a brief moment to make sure you’re done, before carefully adjusting herself and leaning back, allowing your cock to slide out of her throat bit by bit...
Pop!
With an audible pop, your shaft springs free from the filly’s mouth and hangs, half-erect, in front of you. Ginger falls back unceremoniously onto her rump with a gentle oof, her legs too weak to support her any longer, but she appears unfazed...at least, from the fall. As you catch your breath, you notice two things. First, your cock doesn’t seem to have any cum on it, and glimmers only with the saliva coating she left on it: that’s a testament to just how good she is at swallowing. But second, her mane is now a bit of a frazzled mess. She doesn’t seem to care, though; her lips break into a wide, dizzy grin even as she pants, getting used to breathing more normally again. Even though you hadn’t exactly been giving her any special attention, she clearly enjoyed making her own fun. She even confirms this as she finally finds her words before you can find your own.
“Heheh...that was fun!” Ginger Snap sighs happily as she struggles back to her hooves, which wobble slightly for a moment as she retests her balance. She almost collapses outright, but you catch her with an outstretched hoof. This seems to give her enough time to shakily try standing again...and this time, she succeeds. All you can do is nod in agreement with her exclamation as you try and reorient back to mundane reality. You had to admit, despite your initial reservations...you’d easily do it again if offered the chance. Mares were one thing, but fillies – or at least this filly and her mouth – were just something else.
You struggle to your hooves awkwardly, finally coming to rest on all fours. You almost trudge off then and there, but you remember your manners and turn to the worn out, but still chipper Filly Scout.
“Thanks. I...that was great – er, fun – nice...?” The words tumble out awkwardly; thanking a filly for her time spent pleasuring you sexually wasn’t exactly something you did every Tuesday.
But Ginger Snap seems cognizant of this, and does a cute little salute. “No, thank you, mister, for your patronage!”
With your arousal quenched, and polite thanks exchanged, you turn to leave on a considerably less stable gait than you’d entered the alley with…
“Oh...mister?”
You turn again, completing a full circle and raising an eyebrow. You’re still sort of impressed at how fast she seems to have recovered, even though her mane is now visibly sticking to her sweaty forehead and her sash is almost falling off her midsection.
To your surprise, Ginger Snap turns around too, before tossing her tail aside with a flourish. You’re presented with a perfectly unobstructed view of her glistening pussy, still slick with juices and sweat from just seconds earlier. She wiggles her rear a little, but all you can focus on is her post-pleasuring slit. Her tiny clit is even clearly winking as she slowly backs towards you, before stopping a safe distance away.
“I only offer one reward per donation, I’m afraid…” Ginger says, sounding not very apologetic at all as she turns sideways, forcing you to finally look away from her petite pussy and back into her deep-green eyes. Where you once saw innocence, you now see countless layers of naughtiness, deviousness, and cunning. This Filly Scout is...clearly not as innocent as the organization would prefer her to be, but you’re certainly not going to tell them about this.
She doesn’t seem to think you will either, because she winks before continuing, “...but I’ll be here tomorrow, still taking donations, mister...if you wanna show up again and help out some more, I’ll be more than happy to help you out in return~”
And just when you think she can’t tempt you any more...she does, smiling as innocently as she had when you first approached her. “In fact...if you wanna bring a friend to donate too, I can reward you both, if you want...but either way, you’ll get the best reward all to yourself~”
She drives the point all the way home by shifting her rump back towards facing you, and reaching a hoof back to gently spread her seemingly still-hungry slit. It’s a hard bargain, but as you look at her glistening folds, so small, yet so inviting, just begging to be parted by something big and hard…like your...
Your train of thought wanders aimlessly for a few seconds before you remember where you are. You have trouble tearing your eyes away, but ultimately manage it with some extra effort, and you say your polite thank-yous and goodbyes to Ginger Snap once more. Mercifully, she finally lets you stumble back out into the marketplace and disappear back into the crowd. A couple ponies give you a look or two, but that’s probably because of how unclean you now smell after all the exertion and arousal the Filly Scout had just put you through. You don’t bother worrying about it; a quick walk home and a shower will fix that in short order.
That said, even though you didn’t have plans to return to the market again the next day...you’re pretty sure you’ll find some spare room in your budget and spare time to visit and donate again tomorrow. Then, with any luck, she’ll let you donate where it’ll feel best...
...in her tight little pussy.
