Author's Note

Day 3: Leaves

Firelight picked up a rake in his magical telekinesis and began dragging the tool across the grass, picking up big clumps of orange, yellow and red. He moved them into a pile under a large oak tree, then repeated the process in big rows across the front yard.

A young Starlight adjusted her fuzzy scarf and flicked her little ears as the sound of crinkling old leaves filled them. The familiar smell of Autumn and decaying leaves filled her nostrils and she wrinkled her snout.

“You hear to watch, or are you gonna help?” Firelight stopped with a particularly big clump of leaves and cocked an eyebrow at his filly, who had drifted off into her little world, entranced by the pleasant sights and sounds.

“I’m gonna help, Daddy! Geeze!” She gave him a look and stuck out her tongue, before rushing forward with a smaller rake in her telekinesis. She was somewhat clumsy with the actual raking, but she could lift the tool and move it around fine. It wasn’t until she had any resistance or weight that things started to get challenging.

The pair set out across the yard, their pile of colour growing larger and larger until it was easily two or three times the size of Starlight. Firelight did most of the work, stopping only occasionally to magically help his daughter lift the small piles she was struggling with--though she didn’t know he’d done so.

The wind picked up and blew Starlight’s pigtails around just as she finished pushing in a little cluster of leaves she’d procured. Exhausted, she tossed her rake down with little care as to where it ended up. Her horn was sore from all that magic and now she had the beginnings of a headache.

Firelight came up behind her with a little laugh, reaching out to ruffle those pigtails and her ears. Her sour face almost immediately dissipated and she gazed up with a warm grin and a bubbly attitude.

“Hehe, are we all done, Daddy?” Her eyes shone with excitement.

“Sure are, kiddo! Didja wanna jump into the pile now?” He laughed, knowing full well she would. What kid wouldn’t? Right on cue, the filly nodded so fast her head might well have fallen off and she wiggled her little rump in anticipation. He gave a nod toward the pile and she took off like a rocket, rushing forward with a sudden burst of energy, leaping into the air like a loaded spring, and dove right in.

At first, it looked like she might disappear entirely beneath the mountain of leaves. As she plunged in, leaves were sent flying in every which direction and the ones she collided with made a satisfying crunch. Elated giggles filled the air as her senses were absorbed by the leafy embrace. Instead of being completely enveloped, she was covered nigh-entirely save for her rump, which stuck out behind her with a giddily waving tail.

“Having fun, honey?” Firelight stepped up behind her, his rake carefully leaned up against the side of the tree. All he received in return was another peal of giggles.

Standing behind her such as he was, he had a pretty good view of her posterior. Her brightly-coloured tail flicked back and forth and held nothing from his view. Her youthful curves had a bit of plumpness to her small tush and thighs, as any healthy and well-fed filly would, and it was nothing that would warrant concern. Beneath her tail, a tiny dock, her pert and clean little rump hole, and a cute filly snatch that caught his attention most.

His gaze was transfixed, locked on that precious, tight little hole that all fillies and mares had. Unlike the developed and sometimes engorged appearance of a fully-grown mare, hers was tight and small, set between her thighs and almost barely visible. Below that, a pair of tiny little nubs: her teats that hadn’t grown in.

Firelight licked his lips and took a step closer. He quickly looked up and down the yard and toward the neighbours, confirming what he’d already known: that they were alone. He clapped a hoof on her rear and leaned in close.

“Just stay still and try to be quiet, my darling princess. Daddy has an idea.” There came a muffled response and a little wiggle of her cute rump. His hoof drifted down and gave her a light, affectionate grope. Immediately getting the idea, Starlight flagged her tail and wiggled back once more.

“Okay, Daddy!” Her head had poked out from the other side, offering him a silly, excitable grin. She loved these kind of games, sometimes he wondered if she did more than he.

Without another word or hesitation, Firelight closed the distance and planted his muzzle right on her soft, cushiony rear. She gave a coo of satisfaction in response, and he flicked out his tongue. Unlike another filly or colt her age, or even most other stallions, Firelight’s tongue was experienced and his method well-practiced. He flicked the wide appendage across the surface of her fillyhood; once, twice, and then a third time to be sure. His tongue covered her entire organ.

While Starlight continued squirming and giving the occasional sigh, he went to work. His prodded with the tip of his tongue between her filly folds and parted them, seeking passage from her tight walls within. At first, he just remained at the very entrance, tracing around her hole, poking toward the middle, making circles around.

Starlight by now was a gasping, stuttering mess. She buried her face in her hooves, barely able to contain the sounds leaving her muzzle. Her back arched, hooves curled up and toward herself, and her ears were pinned back against her head.

“Ohhh! Daddy!” The filly moaned, pushing her rump back against his face. Firelight didn’t need more invitation than this, and thrust his tongue forth suddenly, pushing past her physical resistance and right into her clenching, quivering inner canals. The reaction on Starlight’s face was immediate, and she bucked back hard.

“Oof! Eek! D-daddy!” She cried out, grinding her rear back and forth, enjoying the sensation of tightness and being stretched from every angle by his enormous stallion tongue. Certainly no match for a real cock, but she was far from being ready for such a thing.

Instead of responding or offering words of encouragement, Firelight kept licking and lapping up his daughter’s delicious nectar. She was producing a lot of natural lubricants by now and he eagerly drank it up. He planted his lips on her cunny and began to make a slurping noise as he ate her out freely.

It was thankful that none of their neighbours were about, as they certainly would have heard, seen, and smelled what was going on just next door. Starlight was no longer hidden from sight, having writhed and wriggled around so much she was no longer buried by more than a single leaf. Her tail, easily visible amongst the contrasting colours of the leaves, was raised high and waving about while the stallion behind her had his muzzle so clearly buried in her flanks. All the while little Starlight moaned and grunted, struggling to find purchase with her forehooves on the ground or in the leaves to thrust herself back.

Her orgasm came quickly and mercifully so, for Firelight didn’t know how much longer they could stand to be outside doing such a thing. Her body erupted into a fit of pleasure and squirming, and she didn’t stop until she’d squirted nearly a dozen times, leaving the powerful smell of arousal all over the leaves. Days later, when he’d finally pick up the pile and dispose of them, Firelight would have to deal with a throbbing erection.

Finally finished squealing and screaming, Starlight splayed out on her bed of leaves and closed her eyes. Her tail finally relaxed, splayed across her rump, her thighs and fillyhood damp and coated. Firelight took his time cleaning her up, planting kisses around her rump and thighs, and licking her fur while she shivered quietly.

“I think we need to give you a bath now, sweetheart…” he whispered, a gentle hoof rubbing her back. “You’re all sweaty and smelly.”

“Mmph.” She groaned.

Firelight took that as his cue and scooped her up in his hooves, placed her on his back, and stepped into the house.