Author's Note

Day 7: Cute

“Ruby? You awake?” Strike moved under pink, frilly covers, his gaze shifting from the darkened walls to the sleeping, tiny frame next to him.

Ruby Pinch turned around to face the colt, her green eyes clear as day despite the darkness around him. Strike had thought her to be sleeping, but her alertness said otherwise.

“Huh?” Ruby blinked and released a soft yawn that she muffled by burying her face into the side of the silken pillows, one eye still peering at him.

“Just seeing if you were awake, that’s all,” he kept his voice a whisper because the time of night and the level of quietness around them insisted he do so.

Ruby cracked a toothy smile and reached out with a forehoof to poke him in the chest.

“I’ve been awake. Can’t sleep?”

The colt shook his head. It was his first sleepover, after all. Even if it was with his fillyfriend and the cutest filly in class, he still missed home and his own bed. Ruby knew his answer, they’d talked about it before. She squirmed closer and pressed her face to his chest, sliding her hooves around his body in a tight hug.

“Will snuggling help?” She hummed softly, her muzzle pressed up against his fur, hot breath tickling him.

“Mmh. A little. I dunno.” Strike rubbed her back absentmindedly but still felt out of place and homesick.

“...Sorry it isn’t as good as home. I know you miss your bed.” Her tone of voice seemed to suggest a frown even if he couldn’t see it on her face.

“No, it’s okay. At least we still get to be together.” He squeezed her tightly and she gave a quiet giggle.
“You know what always helps me sleep?” Ruby had leaned back, her eyes wide open and peering at him through the darkness.

“What?” He tilted his head. Ruby was often a filly full of surprises.

“Touching myself. I always fall asleep right after!” Ruby grinned wide, pearly teeth flashing.

Strike gasped, taken by surprise and immediately blushing. They’d never done anything sexual before, he’d barely gotten a good look under her tail!

“R-ruby! Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh. If I touch yours, you can touch mine, okay? It’s only fair.” She was already starting to pry herself off of him and sit up, tossing the blanket off of herself.

Strike was only a growing colt, and as such had trouble controlling his erections at the best of times. Now, with even the slightest indication of impending contact, he had popped up to full mast in a matter of moments as they talked. Ruby stared at it, unimpeded, and gave a little gasp of delight.

“You’re pretty big, you know?” She licked her lips excitedly, one hoof gravitating towards it and feeling every ridge and bump from the base near his balls to the tip. He shivered in delight.

“I-I am?” He gasped and laid back, turning his head upward and biting his lip to keep from making too much sound as he experienced pure bliss. This was the first time anypony had touched him there, and it was totally different from his own hoof.

Ruby leaned forward and gave his member a sniff, rolling out her tongue to lap at the side of his shaft near the medial ring. His membered throbbed happily in response, producing a glob of pre that rolled down from the tip. She eyed it cautiously, sticking out her tongue to catch it and give it a taste. Her face screwed up in a grimace as she swallowed it down. Before long, her smile returned.

“Salty...but not bad?”

“R-ruby?” He was panting for breath now, having reached a higher plane of existence and just desperate for more. “Do that again...please!”

“Well, okay…” she turned herself and plopped down onto her side next to him, her head near his crotch and her rump near his face. Staring back at him, she opened her hind legs and splayed them apart, revealing that little pink slit nestled under her tail. “But you could do me, too!”

Her mouth immediately went back to his wobbling, shaking colthood that danced in front of her. Using a hoof to brace it she opened her mouth and gobbled it up, letting it poke at her throat before sucking, swirling her tongue around it, and bobbing up and down on the tip.

Despite his clouded mind and the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing, it was hard for Strike to forget about that wonderful filly pussy right in front of his face, begging to be snacked on. His stomach fluttered at the thought of making this filly he adored so much feel the same way he did, and with only a split second of deliberating, he dove in and planted his muzzle right on her drooling flower, lapping his tongue around. He received a generous taste of her filly snatch and also her juices, eagerly gulped down. She tasted earthy and sweet, like flowers.

Ruby gave off a small squeak and a moan of her own. His tongue wormed inside to explore her depths and he was rewarded with a buck of her hips as she paused her fellatio. It was evident he was doing well, and she was feeling just as good as him, by the way, she paused to catch her breath, her tail twitching. Muffled moans left her muzzle, vibrating along his shaft and pleasuring him more.

She was gagging softly now as she descended further and further, his shaft entering her throat and stretching her out. His balls wobbled in front of her face at her furthest depth and his cock throbbed greedily. The sensation was too much, he was too close to cumming. Touching himself with his hoof never felt this good. Running on pure instinct with limited control over himself he bucked his hips and rammed the rest of his member down her throat. She snapped her eyes open in surprise as he flared a little and started to ejaculate into her throat.

His muzzle covered her whole snatch and suckled on it, nibbling the flesh of her labia and pulling back on her entrance to thrust his tongue deep inside, drawing more moans and squeals from her. As hot cum burst into her stomach and dribbled down her throat the sensation of his animalistic thrusting caused her to go over the edge, squirting fillycum all over his muzzle and face.

It took a few moments for them to stop cumming all over each other, his member softening only slight enough for her to break free. He fell onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as Ruby coughed and sputtered to regain her breath. He hadn’t even a moment to consider her well-being before she’d spun herself around and cuddled up to his chest.

Yawning sleepily, Ruby lit her horn and pulled the blankets around them as she nuzzled his neck. Strike had already fallen asleep, and Ruby knew she wouldn’t be long after. But she wanted to enjoy this moment while it lasted before she did. Sometimes snuggling up with the pony you love the most was the greatest thing in the world.