You step into the marketplace for the second time this week. As usual, it’s busy, though arguably less so this time. Rush hour is clearly gone, and there are fewer vendors and fewer signs to brush past. This is all for the better, though, because you’re not lugging your saddlebags along. You’re not going to take home any groceries. All you have is your bit bag, which swings between your teeth as you trot down the square. It’s not quite as heavy as last time; you only brought 40 bits instead of having 60-ish left, as was the case last time. You couldn’t always go all-out on donations, after all.
But these bits weren’t digging into any necessities. You had been planning to use these particular bits to go see Die Herd 4 when it came out, which would be fairly soon. But given the choice between watching a bunch of ponies spout one-liners and shoot magic at each other, and potentially getting to finally sink yourself into an eager, willing Filly Scout...the latter is the obvious choice. When else was such an opportunity going to literally present itself to you as this one had? Die Herd 4 would be around later, but Ginger Snap probably wouldn’t. Maybe. You’d have to ask her.
Hell, you really have to ask her. She’s been at the top of your mind since yesterday. Sure, part of it was that parting view she’d shared with you of her glistening, eager slit, and an offer that she’d let you fill it. But filly-fucking aside...you’re kind of curious to find out some things about her. Where did she learn all of this? How did she come to like it? And most importantly...could you ever find her elsewhere to...uh...donate at any time?
You’re at the center of the market square by now, but even though you make sure to visually comb the branching side alleyways specifically, you see no sign of the little yellow filly. Hm. You’ve only seen her once so far, so assuming that she exclusively tucks herself into alleys is perhaps a bit forward...but she wasn’t exactly super specific about where you could find her. She just said to come back to the market.
You draw in a breath, getting ready to commit to something potentially awkward: calling out her name. It isn’t unusual to call for a lost friend or acquaintance in crowded public places, of course, but...you don’t want anyone seeing you call for a little filly before disappearing down into the underbelly of the town with her. It won’t look good. Granted, you...have less than pure intentions. But the same could be said for her.
“Mister!”
Luckily, fate intervenes, and you hear Ginger Snap calling out above the low, rumbling chatter of the public square. Your ears twitch and your eyes dart back and forth before you see her. She’s bouncing through the afternoon shopping crowd, slipping between window-shopping and chattering ponies alike, her sunset-toned mane flopping about. The way she skips around, occasionally reaching up to make sure her cap stays on, is nothing short of adorable. You can admit that much. When things come down to brass tacks, she’s still a happy, energetic, cute little Filly Scout. Well, sometimes, at any rate.
Ginger stops short when she’s a couple feet away from you and beams even wider, fixing her cap one last time before chirping out a more distinct greeting than just ‘Mister’.
“I’m happy to see you, Mister!” she says, stopping for a moment to catch her breath before continuing. “So, what brings you back here?”
Your heart melts a little upon hearing that she’s excited to see you. Of course, this much was clear from how she’d approached, and the sentiment is very much returned on your part...but just hearing her say it makes you have the same warm fuzzies you got when you first donated.
Her question comes off as a little strange, especially given she was the one who asked you to come back...but you figure you’ll humor her. You grab the bit bag out of your mouth with a hoof before speaking. “Well...I thought about what you said yesterday. I think I wanna round up my donation to the cause, make it an even hundred.”
“You do?” Ginger Snap’s eyes sparkle; whether she already knew your intentions or not, just hearing them spoken seemed to make her happy. She reaches for her chest and pats it before continuing. “That’s super nice, Mister, it really is.” She lowers her hoof again, and your eyes drift down, drawn by the motion. Nothing seems unusual, but then something clicks in your brain...something’s missing. But what…?
Ginger doesn’t give you much time to ponder. Instead, she turns to the side and nods. “Well, if you’ll follow me, Mister,” she says, gesturing to a nearby side street, “I’ll be happy to take you to my donation stand and we can settle stuff there. Sound good?”
“Sure.”
It’s only as Ginger begins happily skipping off through the crowd again that you notice what’s missing. Much like last time, she’s wearing the green Filly Scout cap, with that little red hanging tassel-thingy near the ear. She’s also wearing her forest-green sash around her midsection, which is much more neatly positioned than you last saw it, and even seems to have one colorful badge on it that you didn’t notice before; you’re not sure if she earned it in the one day you’d been away or if she just rotated which ones she wore. Or if that was even an option. You’re no Filly Scout, so you can’t really tell either way. But that isn’t the real standout. The little red ribbon she’d tied around her neck yesterday isn’t there today. At all. Sure, she’s got some adorable little fluffy fur sticking out from her chest, but...no ribbon. Huh. Wasn’t that something they all had to wear? That was another question to add to the list you’d been making since yesterday.
You follow the happily-bouncing filly anyway; ribbon or no ribbon, you still have business to take care of. You’re not sure if it’s because she’s so small or if she’s just really good at squeezing through tight spaces, but she seems to far outspeed you to the edge of the square, and to the side street she’d indicated. You’re still only halfway across, trying to wiggle through and apologize to the bulky figures of other stallions, mares, and everypony in between. Ginger does notice your slow progress and stops, eagerly waving to you as you slide through the crowd. It only takes about ten more seconds before you break free and stand next to her once more...but on reflection, it definitely felt like it took longer than that.
You follow her without incident down the alley, strolling past the odd backdoor of a commercial building here, and maybe a residential one or two there. In fact, though she began the journey down the side street with a happy skip, she’s now slowed to a rather normal walking speed. You have to walk extra slow just to make sure you don’t overtake her. But...now that the chatter of the market-goers has faded, the sound of just your hoofsteps and hers stands out. Desperate for mental stimulation, your eyes rove about...and that’s when you notice it.
Ginger Snap is walking, of course...but in a very measured way. Her steps are slow, deliberate, sending her rear out to one side, then the other. Her hips sway back and forth, and her tail even swings freely from side to side with these motions. You feel a twitch from down below as she seemingly exaggerates these motions even more, exposing the...reward she offered to you yesterday. She’s not visibly aroused, at least not enough that you can tell from where you are, but she still seems to be taking a kind of perverse glee in teasingly rocking her butt back and forth. Look at this, she seems to be saying. It’s all yours soon.
“Enjoying the view, Mister?~”
“Huh, wha?” You blink twice, barely managing to wrench your attention away from the little yellow snatch that its owner seemed to make so...appealing, the way it was waving to and fro.
Ginger Snap stops, turning her head to reveal a smirk painted on her face, and eyes half-shut with an aura of smugness. “Are ya’? It’s okay to say yes...that’s why you came back, isn’t it?”
“Oh, um...y-yeah.” You tug at an invisible collar as heat builds up behind your cheeks. You couldn’t really lie. Ginger’s snatch is...something else, in fact. More than just being small,and attached to a filly, it somehow managed to be...inviting. It’s a little weird to think that, but it seems to be the best way to describe it. The sun seems to bounce off it in just the right way to highlight every tiny curve, every detail of her lips, and to say ‘come get me, I can take it.’
Ginger Snap’s body seems to say the same as she gives her hips one last wiggle before resuming her previous pace. “Well then...we should keep going if you wanna get to enjoy the view up close then…”
You follow her, not even hiding that you’re staring at her butt as she strides along. But eventually, your curiosity outweighs your lust—or perhaps mingles with it in just the right way—and you finally pluck up the courage to ask her some questions. It’s obvious from how many turns you’ve taken that she’s much, much deeper into the network of alleys than she was last time, so you might as well distract yourself a little. If you don’t, it’s clear that it won’t be long before her petite pussy becomes too much to resist.
“So...where’s your...red ribbon thing?” you ask, deciding to lead with the least forward question. Ginger glances down as if she didn’t know she didn’t have it on, but then smiles.
“You’ll see, Mister,” she teases, turning and giving a brief wink before facing forward again. “It’s part of a surprise I’ve got for you.”
Oh...a surprise? You wonder what it can possibly be, especially since it involves her not wearing the ribbon...but none of your guesses really make any sense. So you instead move on to something else, hoping for a more satisfying answer. “And, um...how did you...why...uh, do you…”
“Let ponies fuck me?~”
If your cheeks had felt hot before, now they were almost certainly on fire. Holy shit, she’s a straight shooter, isn’t she? She isn’t wrong at all, but...wow. Hearing it come from such a high pitched voice, and one so sing-song, is just...well, wow. “Uh...y-yeah.”
“Easy!” Ginger Snap chirps, rounding another bend before stopping again. Regrettably, she turns to face you, removing the constant pleasant visual of her slit. She makes up for it with her answer, though. “It feels good for me, and it makes them feel good. If that makes them wanna donate to good causes, all the better! I learned that early on in the Scouts. I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t like being pinned down by a big ol’ stallion and being fucked so hard that I can’t walk afterwards.” She bites her lip and blushes a little; apparently even that was a little too much of a straight shot for her. “So, uh...yeah. Bet you like hearing that, though, don’tcha?”
“Y...yeah.” Fuck, she’s good at dirty talk. You didn’t even notice, but as she motions for you to sit down, you can feel your already-stiff cock standing at attention against your stomach. The tension is unbearable; now that she’d even said she wanted to get plowed into the metaphorical next week, it takes every ounce of restraint you have to resist doing just that. Her hips might be surprisingly full, her fillyhood so perky that it looks impossibly tight, and her vocabulary and libido both seemingly supercharged...but she’s still a filly. You feel much more comfortable with her leading the way and letting her do what she wants or telling you what to do. After all...you might be the generous one for donating to charity, in some respects, but she’s far more generous for offering what she is.
“Wait here, Mister,” Ginger says, glancing around real quick before grinning widely once more. “The surprise is riiiight here, actually. There is no booth this time. But I’ve gotta go check something real quick, ‘kay? I’ll call you in when it’s ready.”
“Um...sure.” Come to think of it, you were wondering why she’d made you sit here. But she disappears into what looks like a half-open nearby storage shed...thing...before you can ask anything more. So you just have to make do with your surroundings. Compared to Ginger Snap, they’re...pretty boring. Lots of metal doors, the sort that open up to reveal tons and tons of boxes cover just about every inch of this particular curve in the alley. It looks like nopony ever comes around anymore, though; most of the doors look rusted shut, and the one Ginger disappeared into seemed rusted half-open. But because the sun barely manages to provide more light than a gloomy, almost-rainy day back here, you can’t see far enough in to see Ginger or her ‘surprise’.
To your relief, you find yourself slowly getting soft again, even with the fresh memory of her wiggling butt and all that was attached to it at the front of your mind. As alluring as she was, you really didn’t like being kept at attention without any action. The thought briefly crossed your mind to perhaps do a little bit of poking and prodding to stay ready, but...whatever she had planned would no doubt get you going again.
Come to think of it...what is she doing? From where you’re sat, you can occasionally hear things as the seconds tick by. And not just things like the wind...but as you listen, something sounds...high pitched. Like a filly’s voice. A little bit whiny, like the filly was told she couldn’t have an extra cookie. And...it’s not Ginger herself. This voice is a little bit deeper, breathier, and...mumbly? You can’t really tell if it’s talking or just making sounds, but...there is an undeniable tinge of arousal to these sounds, like the ones Ginger made yesterday.
“Alright, Mister, c’mon in! I’m ready!~”
You don’t have much time to ruminate further, apparently. But maybe that’s for the best. Surprises can often be made duller when you think about them too much, hype yourself up, and then find they don’t live up to that hype. So you stand and trudge into the semi-darkness, ducking under the rusted door as you do. It’s even darker than you thought...but then you hear a click, and an array of fluorescent lights flickers and then buzzes to life above you. You have to shield your eyes with a hoof for a second, but when you lower it again, to see what the surprise is...it falls directly to the ground, accompanied by your jaw, and the bit bag you’ve lugged along thus far.
The interior of the room is...much cleaner than expected. It almost looks like a basement, but cleaner; the floor is surprisingly well-maintained concrete, and the wall is like that of a normal house, even with the odd landscape painting here and there. There’s a couple cushiony chairs too, and even a table with some scattered board games over its surface. It almost looks like a kind of forgotten, but still-used hideaway…come to think of it, it probably was. But that all has nothing to do with the surprise. It’s all stuff you took in from your peripheral vision in maybe a second at most. The surprise is...far more interesting. You can’t look away.
Against one of the walls is a couch big enough to seat three adult ponies. You can see Ginger Snap on the middle cushion, smirking as she observes your reaction to what’s in front of her.
Starting from the top down, you see a jagged orange mane, topped off by a Filly Scouts cap much like Ginger’s. Below this cap is a filly with cyan fur and half-open, wandering, deep orange eyes. Her muzzle is propped partially open by a wad of fabric, held in place by the same red ribbon that Ginger wears, tied off to a point behind her head. The cheeks beneath this red ribbon are almost as red as the ribbon itself. From here you can see her forehooves are tied tightly together with another red ribbon, and held awkwardly aloft against her chest.
Below her bound hooves, Ginger has her own forehooves snaking around the filly’s midsection, past a similar sash to Ginger’s but with only one or two visible badges on it. Ginger’s hooves finally come to a stop on the filly’s pussy. She’s slowly caressing the small, blue slit in a circular, counter-clockwise motion, stirring up moisture that’s visible even from here...there’s quite a lot of it. In fact, the filly’s thighs seem absolutely soaked in her juices. You can’t help but wonder if she’s been in this situation much longer than the time it took for you and Ginger to meet up and come back here...
Even as you ogle, she doesn’t seem to care that you are. In fact, her hips are twitching outwards, and her hind legs are spread wide open, allowing Ginger full access to gently tease across her lips, each touch eliciting a little whine, wiggle, or thrust from her body. The message is very clear: she’s enjoying things. In fact, she wants more. Badly.
“Uhhhhh…” You begin.
“I…uh...” You continue.
“...holy fuck,” You finish, rather insightfully.
“Language, Mister~” Ginger Snap teases, before giving an extra-deliberate flick to the other filly’s snatch. She shudders and moans, but otherwise makes no attempts to respond as she gazes at you with...hungry eyes, is the best way you can describe her expression.
“So...this is Peach Fuzz,” Ginger continues. Her smug little grin widens as Peach turns to look at her, and she returns the favor, giving a little oddly adorable snoot-boop before turning back to you. “I usually call her Peachie. But I bet you’re wondering why she’s here, yeah?”
“Uh...yeah.” You mumble, finally stepping a little bit closer. Your earlier suspicions were correct; now you’re really raring to go. Seeing Ginger in such a position, presenting another filly so openly, and from the looks of it, teasing her until she wanted the same thing that Ginger herself did...fuck, you couldn’t lie; it’s hot. You’re already rock hard and aching to get things started. All of your urge to ask questions is gone; you just want to get through hers already. That glistening, light-blue slit is almost as alluring as Ginger’s, and more to the point...its owner seems more than happy to receive you. You’re already twitching in anticipation. But it seems there’s more to come.
“Well...she just joined the Filly Scouts last week.” This only barely registers, but it still does; no wonder she had so few badges compared to Ginger. “But we’ve been besties for a while before that. So when I told her about my little promise to you, well...she wanted in too. So how could I say no?”
“Wait, so she…you both…”
“We want you to fuck us both, Mister.” Ginger Snap begins to blush again; a once rare sight, now becoming increasingly common. But you can’t blame her considering the inferno behind your own face. Peach nods rapidly in agreement, sending her frazzled mane bouncing up and down and her cap almost tumbling off her head, though Ginger makes sure it stays on.
As much as you’d like to just immediately get down to it...you do have one more concern that digs at your just-barely-intact sense of modesty and morals. “But why is she...tied up, and…”
“Gagged?” The yellow filly chuckles, switching from a counter-clockwise teasing motion to a clockwise one with her alternating hooves, which brings up a new round of muffled moans and whines from Peach. Your cock strains even more than you thought possible at the sound, and you find it increasingly hard to actually listen as Ginger continues. “Well...let’s just say I taught her most of what I know about sex. After a while, we found out that she likes being...helpless.” Ginger pauses to move one of her hooves up to Peach’s barely-visible teats, tracing ever so lightly around the perky nipple, and continues over the hushed sighs and frustrated wiggling that follows. “Isn’t that right, Peachie? You like being helpless to all of this good stuff, only being able to wiggle around and ask for more?”
“Mmmm...mmmhhmm…” Peach manages to mumble around the fabric crammed in her mouth; those are probably the only coherent syllables she’s even attempted to make so far. But as she finishes, she squeals and quickly dissolves into whimpers and breathy sighs when Ginger brings both hooves down, and literally spreads her lower lips wide open. Your heart almost gives out at the sudden appearance of the glistening, juice-saturated, pink inner walls of Peach’s little filly slit. You’ve never seen anything that looks so fuckable in your entire life...not even Ginger’s openly-presented hole, both from today and yesterday. Even though Peach’s snatch looks even smaller than Ginger Snap’s, you doubt that you’ll need extra lubrication to fuck her silly...she’s ready, and begging for it. You’re more than happy to provide.
“Well then…” Ginger drawls, licking her lips and cocking her head as she gives you a wink. “Let’s not keep her waiting any longer. Go on ahead, Mister; I’ll hold her nice and steady~”
You definitely don’t have to be told twice.
You step closer, unable to take your eyes off the little filly’s pussy. You can see her clit slowly winking, and through the cloth jammed in her mouth, you can hear her asking...no, begging for it. The tension that’s built up in your crotch is almost unbearable now. The concern that actually sticking your dick inside a little filly—even one who wants you to—might lead to repercussions is long gone now.
Peach Fuzz squirms a little more as you rear up, spreading your hind legs for leverage, before placing both your hooves against the wall, curving around the pair of fillies. This puts the tip of your shaft perfectly in line with her pre-parted pussy lips, which seem to sparkle with even more moisture as you hesitate. Ginger catches on to this brief moment, and gives you the last bit of encouragement you need:
“Fuck her hard, Mister,” she purrs, the words flowing from her lips like honey. “She loves it when things get rough.”
Rough, eh? You can definitely do that. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to fuck her senseless. You’d wanted to do the same for Ginger...but judging from her earlier comments, that would come in time. So with a bare minimum of preamble, you line yourself up, take a deep breath…and shove yourself in, all the way up to your medial ring.
Three things happen immediately.
First, you feel the impossible tightness that is Peach’s pussy. Even though you slid in with no trouble thanks to Ginger’s efforts in both lubrication and spreading, her inner walls are still gripping you like a vice. She seems to tremble around you, and every tremor feels amazing. It almost feels like you’ve stuck your cock into a pile of wet, trembling, and intensely hot pillows. You almost lose your footing and fall over just from feeling the heat coursing over your shaft, but just manage to stay upright, focusing on the jolts of pleasure shooting down the entire length of your pole.
Then you hear Peach cry out. She might seem to have a slightly lower voice than Ginger from what you’ve heard, but the squeal she lets out is almost beyond the range of what you can hear. It’s long too, slowly petering off until you pull back and thrust back in again, whereupon it climbs back into the stratosphere.
Finally, while you’re trying not to lose yourself completely in her trembling, clenching hole of ecstasy, you look down and see something. It’s very slight, but you can see a rounded imprint of your cock all the way up to where you’re buried in her. Experimentally, you pull back and push in again, earning another pleasured cry from Peach...but sure enough, the bulge moves. Holy shit. She’s so tight you can see yourself fucking her from the outside, too. That’s something you haven’t seen with mares before...ever.
It isn’t long before your experimental jabs accelerate. Your primal instincts begin kicking in. Your hips find a cadence, sliding back and forth at a decent pace. The room is soon filled with an aimless trail of sighs, whines, and moans as Peach reacts in full, now doing her best to wiggle even further onto your shaft as you grunt and pound harder. Every time you shove yourself just a little further in, things get just a little tighter. You never exactly thought things would be loose, but...you’re still surprised you’re even able to get any deeper at all into her snatch.
“Faster, Mister!” Ginger speaks up, gently brushing a stray bang out of Peach’s face even as she shudders and bounces noticeably back every time you push in. “She can take it. And ‘sides...I wanna hear her really squeal~”
You’re beyond responding with words now. But you manage to pick up the gist of what Ginger says and act on it. Gladly, you brace against the wall, make sure you have the correct angle...and then go to town. You thrust all the way in until Peach is wrapped around the very base of your cock, then you pull almost all the way out, and then repeat as fast as you can. Your breath is coming in short spurts as a strange mix of tension, liquid heat, and the utter compulsion to fuck her harder and faster begins taking root.
Your eyes happen to meet hers as you glance down—well, meet them as well as you can, at any rate. They’re rolling up and down in cadence with your thrusting. Her entire body is violently carried back and forth with every slap as you hilt against her crotch and your balls carry forward with their momentum, so eye contact is somewhat hard to maintain considering that.
But in one brief moment, you see her staring back at you. Her gaze trembles back and forth as she tries to moan something around the makeshift gag, and her hooves wiggle about in their bindings. She’s pushing back against you as far as you can tell, though at this point you’re pretty much just pushing and pulling her all on your own. Even the walls of her pussy seem to tug and follow your cock every time you slide back, and you fear for the briefest of moments you’ll pull the attached filly off the couch too. But true to her word, Ginger keeps a tight grip, and Peach remains securely trapped on the couch, unable to escape the relentless fucking she’s getting.
You never really thought you’d be fucking a filly before yesterday at all, let alone so forcefully. Even now it doesn’t seem real. But everything is so visceral—the squeals and moans Peach makes as you thrust in and out...the way her pussy seems to not just passively squeeze every inch of your shaft, but instead actively bears down on it, begging for more even when you’re giving all you’ve got...the building tides of ambrosia deep in your groin as you rail her harder and harder...this is no dream. You’ve had plenty of ‘those’ dreams where you’ve fucked old crushes or just some random dream pony.
“Mhhhng! MMMhnnhh!!! MMPHHH! MMMMMMMH!~”
But Peach is real. Her wiggling is real, her squirming and strained wails of pleasure are real, her pussy is both real and even tighter than anything you’ve ever fucked, her companion’s throat included. But the one thing you still can’t quite believe is real is the way she looks at you, even as you feel yourself begin to flare, and a familiar surge of heat flow over your body as you kick into mechanical overdrive and reach a pace that would make a fucking machine jealous. It’s just so...innocent, the way her eyes shimmer as you send her crashing up and down even faster, her forehooves pressing inwards against her chest as she begins approaching her own peak.
You briefly wonder if this is something that would see you sent to Tartarus...but then figure fuck it. This feels too good to be bad. Besides, you’re already about to cum. It’s too late to turn back now. You’re about to cum inside the tightest pussy you’d ever fucked. And it’s about to cum around you; you can distinctly feel (and see) her clit winking frantically. It’s time.
Ginger Snap seems to be cognizant that you’re both about to climax, because she chooses this exact moment to reach behind Peach’s head. You don’t see what she’s doing, though, because you can’t possibly hold back any longer. Your legs brace, your hips square up for one final pre-orgasmic thrust, and then…
Slap!
You’re cumming. You can feel hot pulses of cum shooting out as Peach’s inner walls seem to clamp down on you even more than they already were, milking you for every drop of seed you have. And yet against all odds, you keep thrusting even faster. The waves of pleasure shoot all the way from your cock to somewhere in your mind, and across your body from there. Overstimulation doesn’t seem to be an issue as wet slaps echo around the room as fast as they ever have been. The world dissolves into a shimmering mirage of guilty pleasure and sweet, sweet release as you cram your cock deep inside Peach over and over.
“HAAAH! G-GINGmmmhh...mhh--- AHHH! I’M C-CUhhhmmm...mmmmnnn…”
Peach Fuzz suddenly speaks up in vaguely coherent phrases, albeit wavering and distorted by a wave of full-body trembling. You look down, and through the haze of pure mid-climax bliss, see her head turned to the side as Ginger Snap aggressively pushes their muzzles together. Her gag is gone, but Ginger fills the role by doing her best to keep the now-orgasming filly locked in a passionate, no-holds-barred kiss. Even as you feel yourself slowing down somewhat, her clenching and thrusting against you only redoubles as they lean in, mash their tongues against each other and moan into each other’s mouths. They only pull back to breathe for a brief second once or twice, whereupon Peach tries to gasp and express her pleasure at the same time, before the persistent saliva trail that links their lips closes the gap and they’re back at it again.
The display is enough to earn a couple more thrusts as your libido responds to the sight of two fillies making out with a passion that suggests a long sexual past, but you’re still spent in the end. Peach seems happy regardless as her hind legs twitch and she eagerly continues the kiss, and her squeals and shouts of joy die down to quiet moans and long sighs. Her inner walls squeeze less and less, their breaks for air slowly become longer and longer, until eventually, everything’s just about stopped. The two Filly Scouts seem content to just keep kissing, but this time at a much slower pace, taking their sweet time, making eye contact and little smirks or sheepish grins before pressing their lips back together.
Amid all of this, you finally push back and extract yourself from Peach’s pussy. Your shaft flops free, semi-hard and softening by the second, glistening with a mixture of your semen and Peach’s discharge. You just barely manage to fall back into a sitting position, panting as you try to get your bearings.
Wow.
There’s not much more you can really articulate about that experience, even as your gaze falls on Peach’s pussy. Little rivers of white cum and clear juice coat her inner thighs and run down onto the couch, but something tells you nobody really cares about that couch anyway. You’re still not sure half of that was real, even though it very much was. She was just so...tight, and hot, and the way she just seemed to adore being rutted...you could really get used to that sort of thing. Maybe fucking Filly Scouts wasn’t so bad after all. Your conscience could shove it, at least for now. That was bucking awesome.
“Fuah...mmm...n-nice job, Mister!”
You glance up; it seems the two fillies have finished their little makeout session. Ginger Snap’s returned to her previous stance, leaning back against the couch. Peach Fuzz is still on Ginger’s lap, but this time is leaning rather heavily back against her fellow Filly Scout. Peach wiggles and sighs as a single tan hoof gently massages and slowly stretches her lips, but she makes no attempts to speak. It’s Ginger Snap who speaks on her behalf again.
“I can tell she really, really enjoyed it.” That cocky little grin is already back on her face. She seemingly isn’t even aware of what her hoof is doing, but the younger Scout definitely is; she just can’t seem to sit still or stay quiet under Ginger’s attention. You almost feel sorry for her...but she isn’t exactly complaining now that she has the opportunity to, either. Her little hip twitches and foreleg movements seem to indicate she has anything but complaints. “Didn’t you enjoy it, Peachie?~”
“Mmmaaah! Y-yeah…” Peach wriggles around some more, meeting your eyes for the first time since she and Ginger locked lips. “It...i-it was—”
“It was her first real dick, too!” the older Scout interrupts, giving Peach a little noogie with her free hoof.
“Gingiiiiiiie!” Peach’s pouty whine starts out strong, but slowly dissolves into a whimper as the target of her accosting just brings the formerly-noogeying hoof around to join the fun. All the while, you can’t help but feel an odd mixture of pride and shame for having been this filly’s ‘first time’...well, besides Ginger, or something presumably artificial. The guilt doesn’t last long, though, especially as she keeps staring you down while Ginger teases her. Her panting doesn’t stop, nor do her quiet little moans...heck, she probably doesn’t even consider the occasion a significant event. All she wants is more of it, if her body language is any indication.
“So, uh…” The last vestiges of a rational mind that you have reassert themselves, and you remember why you’re lucky enough to be here. You allow yourself to look back towards the center of the room, and the half-open bag of currency that lies there. “What should I…”
“Oh, don’t worry about that right now, Mister.” Ginger Snap smiles in true businesspony-like fashion, not dropping it even when Peach gasps as she gently tweaks one of her nipples. “We can deal with that later. As for now...I promised you something yesterday, didn’t I?”
“Uhhh...yeah.” You’re a little hesitant to mention exactly what she promised, but there’s no doubt that both of you know.
She has no such reservations though. With a gentle little headpat, the seniorFilly Scout slides off the couch, leaving behind a very frustrated and unsatisfied Peach. But to her credit, Peach makes no other complaints as Ginger comes to a stop in front of you. She looks up at you, and her emerald eyes sparkle innocently as she swishes her tail back and forth.
“What exactly did I promise you again…?”
She...isn’t serious, is she? You knew she was devious, but she wants you to say it now. But it’s not like anyone is around to hear, so...surely it can’t hurt, right?
“You said I could…’show up again and help out some more tomorrow’?”
“Well, yes.” Ginger smirks, before turning to the side and beginning what is possibly the world’s slowest strut in existence. “But what did I mean by that? You’ve already basically done that, and you know it~”
Well...if she wanted to play hardball and hit a homerun, who were you to refuse? “Well, uh...you said I could, more or less, fuck you.”
“There’s no more or less about it, Mister.” By now, Ginger Snap’s turned back towards the couch, so you can’t see what you suspect is an even bigger smirk plastered onto her lips. Her tail shifts to the side to reveal her other pair of lips, which shine slightly under the overhead light, revealing a trail or two of…’juice’ running down her legs. “But yes. The key word there is me. Peachy isn’t me, is she?”
“Well, no.”
“Exactly.” The slow sauntering seems to be almost complete as Ginger nears the couch again. She leans forward onto it, before tossing her head to the side and eyeing you hungrily. “…’bout time we get to that, isn’t it, Mister?”
You nod, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your forehead. The little filly seemingly—no, she does know exactly what she’s doing as she arches her spine, pressing down into the cushions and leaving her butt stuck high in the air.
“Well then…” Ginger Snap winks, licking her lips as her gaze drifts down, centering itself between your legs. “What are you waiting for, an invitation? I’m ready~”
If her outright invitation isn’t indication of her readiness, her admittedly incredibly obvious body language is. Not only was the position of ‘face down, ass up’ quite possibly the clearest indication that whoever was bent over was ready for some action, but so was the...moistness, to put it politely. Ginger Snap has plenty of that smeared in all the right places, highlighting her petite little pussy in ways you weren’t sure were even possible before now.. It is, insofar as a body part can be, quite the sight to see. And it’s yours now. Finally. All those dreams you’d had last night were coming true. You were finally going to get to plow this little Filly Scout temptress into next week.
“Hey! Wh-what about me?”
You glance over, stopping mid-stride. Peach Fuzz flicks her gaze between the two of you, alternating between looking annoyed and desperate for attention. Ginger Snap giggles as she turns to address the younger Scout. You’re not sure if the little wiggle of her rump she does shortly after is intentional or not.
“But you just got rutted, remember?” Ginger’s eyes sparkled. “Was it so good that you forgot everything?~”
“Nooooo, it’s just…” Peach sighs, wiggling her hips as she tries to sit up more. “I still really wanna...kinda...do more…”
You can’t help but to feel a little sorry for Peach; she just experienced something she liked a lot and now she has to watch somepony else enjoy it while she’s helpless to do anything about it. Granted...maybe she was used to it. Ginger seemed like she knew exactly what she was doing earlier while fiddling with her sensitive spots, so no doubt they both knew the routine by now.
Ginger Snap seems to confirm this as she winks towards her companion. “Aw, c’mon,” she teases. “We’ll make it quick. Right, Mister?”
“Actually…” you interject, flicking your gaze between filly one and filly two. For possibly the first time in Ginger Snap’s company, you feel a smirk grace your lips as you seize upon a sudden flash of inspiration. “I might have an idea that can make everyone happy here.”
“Oh?” Ginger straightens back up a little. “Well, let’s hear it, Mister!”
You have to admit, it still takes a lot of effort to swallow all the mental obstacles you have to speaking openly, even with the confidence that your idea bestows in you. After all, you’re still getting used to the idea of such young fillies not only understanding sex, but craving it. Still, with some effort, you manage it, and tell them what your idea is. It’s a little bit hastily thrown together, as it’s just something from an oddly-recurrent dream you’ve been having ever since your early teen years. But to be honest, this is probably the one chance you’ll get to live out anything like it...fillies or no fillies. You didn’t have a better shot as far as you knew...so why not shoot now?
“Ooooooh, interesting~” Ginger Snap turns to Peach Fuzz, as do you. She still looks a little peeved following Ginger’s teasing and subsequent denial, but as she thinks about it, she seems to soften; her forehooves lose the tension they had stored up, and she stops wiggling against her binds long enough to weigh in.
“Well…” she hums, her eyes flicking between your legs for the briefest of instants. It’s clear what she really wants. But, as far as you can tell, the look that passes between the two Filly Scouts convinces her otherwise. “Okay. But can you, um…” You didn’t think it possible, but somehow, the little bound filly manages to blush even harder. “...leave the thingy around my hooves? I...kinda like it…”
For some reason, Ginger Snap turns to you after this, and blinks twice, but says nothing. You realize that Peach was actually asking you about the ribbon, and not the other filly, who seemed to wear the metaphorical pants in the relationship in more ways than one. It’s not entirely clear why she would do this...but you don’t care either way, so you just shrug. Hey, whatever makes her tick. If she wants to have her hooves tied together by one of their little ribbon thingies, then she can have it her way.
“Great!” Ginger beams as she stands up, unfortunately removing the pleasant view. But you know there’s going to be another one very soon as she gestures to the couch. “Now, make yourself at home, Mister...I have a feeling things are about to get twice as fun~”
You clamber on and sink into what are no doubt at least decade-old, but still surprisingly firm cushions, and Peach slides off, supported partially by the older scout. As you lay on your back and stare at the ceiling, one errant thought crosses into your mind, louder than the rest.
Meeting Ginger yesterday was a stroke of luck. Everyone has those. But being invited back and given the wonderful, wonderful gift of two Filly Scouts eager to ‘serve the community’ was just something else. You still aren’t sure any of this is real...but it’s hard to ignore how real the fillies’ close-by whispering sounds, and how your weight shifts slightly around as their little hooves make dents in the cushions.
But the hardest thing of all to ignore is what happens next.
“Okay, how’s this?”
“A little bit forward, Peachie.”
“Now?”
“Looks good to me. What about from your end, Mister?”
Even as the two fillies adjusting themselves seem to be taking longer than you’d like, you have to say, it all definitely looks good. Although, you had to admit, that depended on what exactly ‘it’ was referring to. ‘It’ could have referred to the situation, but while it was turning into a dream come true, that wasn’t what was really looking good at the moment.
What was looking good was Peach Fuzz...or more accurately, the place between her hind legs. Even though Ginger Snap had been nice enough to take some time to tidy things up before her fellow Scout had assumed the position, you can still make out a dull sheen of mixed fluids coating her perky little lips. As she shifts around anxiously, you can see that sheen slowly deepen as her arousal builds. Her clit even winks out at somewhat irregular intervals, only tempting you further. But since you know the arrangement, you’re able to resist the urge to lean up and give her the ride of her life. She’ll decide when she wants that ride herself.
That’s why she’s positioned as she is; hind legs planted firmly to the sides of your head, spread for balance, leaving her crotch just inches above your muzzle. A familiar, yet unfamiliar scent wafts down: pure arousal, but lighter, and lacking in the sort of punch you’ve come to expect. As it turns out, neither she nor Ginger seem to be old enough for their particular musk to actually smell musky. That doesn’t seem to stop them from engaging in the things that bring it forth, though.
This is further driven home as Ginger Snap leans forward, shifting her weight as she takes a step closer to Peach. You briefly hold in a gasp before you realize that doing so is kind of pointless. Little tingles shoot down your fully-engorged shaft as the insides of her thighs brush against its tip. You can’t see her face from where you are—only Peach’s juicy little slit—but you’re almost certain that she’s wearing one of those devilish, smug little smirks. Luckily, she doesn’t seem too interested in dragging things out.
“Alright, on three, Peachie.” It’s not something you’d asked for, but something the two fillies had decided on nonetheless...they were both going to lower themselves at about the same time. “One…”
“T-two…” Peach sounds considerably more nervous about things. You can empathize at least a little bit; you’re not sure you’ll be able to hold back your inevitable explosive reaction to the second set of impossibly silky smooth filly folds this day. Or much more importantly...the actual filly who has those folds. Peach probably feels a similar way about you and your tongue, especially after the ride you gave her. But Ginger? She knew what she wanted, and had the reins gripped just right so that she could control everything.
Not that that was a bad thing.
“Three!”
The next two seconds are something of a blur. Peach seems to be the first to react even though she wasn’t the one counting down; her descent is anything but measured, and her taut little rump comes to rest quickly on your snout. There’s a brief moment before her weight really sinks in, and you feel the old couch springs creaking underneath your body. She’s nowhere near as heavy as any mare...but she still has enough weight to hold you down short of a concerted effort to shake her off. Not that you would. You thank your luckystars that her plot’s small enough to leave your nostrils room to breathe as her pussy smooshes against your snout, and the almost-musky scent takes on a new quality. Almost like...peaches. More than that, a cautious lick reveals that her juices taste a bit like peaches too; just ever so slightly. You have to ponder as she yelps lightly in response...does that mean Ginger Snap tastes like ginger?
Well, one thing is definitely for sure...she feels fucking amazing.
If Peach’s pussy is the standard of comparison for young snatches everywhere, then Ginger Snap’s is the crème de la crème. For one brief moment, you can feel her lips rubbing teasingly against your tip. Then, slowly, they spread. You feel your tongue flop aimlessly about as bit by bit, she pushes down, until finally, her little slit snaps shut tightly around your tip. You intend to say something like “fuck”, but the close contact between your muzzle and the other filly’s pussy just causes you to blow a little bit of air and flick your tongue without aim. Peach squirms in response to this inadvertent stimulation as you sit there, stunned. You’re not sure if you’re feeling her heartbeat or yours, or something else...but that something pulses irregularly, filling your entire shaft with pure ecstasy. She’s not even more than half an inch down yet and already you’re prepared to tap out. Could it possibly get any better?
Absolutely.
Somehow, above other priorities, you manage to remember your position. You extend your tongue and get to work, slowly lapping at the outside of the moist lips in front of you. The filly attached to them begins to wiggle and moan, shifting her weight around as she struggles to stay upright. Almost as if in response to your ministrations, Ginger Snap rewards you by sliding down your cock a little more. You have to remember not to bite your lip as you sink deeper into her tight, slippery inner walls. She’s already plenty self-lubricated; so much so, that her firm-yet-plush tissue feels almost like warm silk as it cradles your girth. This was something no grown mare could offer. Sure, any given mare could be tight, wet, turned on, and ready to take anything you had to give. But no matter how hard one tried...they would never be able to replicate the way that Ginger’s walls shuddered and did their very best to milk you. They did succeed partially in their goal as Ginger finally lowered herself about halfway down your length; already you could feel hot little trickles of precum spilling out into her tunnel, adding to the already-bountiful lubrication present.
“Keep it up, M-Mister!”
The instruction seems a little bit redundant, given that you have no plans on stopping. Peach seems to be loosening up. Before she had been holding back a little, making sure she didn’t bend your face out of shape or anything, no doubt. But as time goes by and you drink more of her fruity nectar, you can feel her visibly relaxing, melting further and further down. More than that, her hips start twitching faster and faster. Before long, she’s doing her best to fuck your tongue as though it were your cock. Her moans fill the air, getting louder and higher as you dutifully lick at both her outsides and insides, using her needy little thrusts as best you can to dig deeper into her quivering, fruit-flavored bits.
Ginger Snap seems emboldened by her fellow Scout’s pleasure. Within seconds, you find your hips bucking as things go from 10 to 100 down below. The little yellow filly accelerates until she’s bouncing up and down, like if your dick was some sort of obscene pogo-stick. You’re not sure if Ginger’s enthusiasm is inherent to her personality, or just brought forth by the situation, but it’s still evident nonetheless...as is her experience.
From what you can tell, Ginger has been around the cock block quite a few times, so to speak. Everything she does seems to be calculated, as has been the case with older, more experienced partners of days past. Every gyration of the hips, every gentle butt wiggle, every slide, and even every clench has its place. She has rather amazing control over her inner pussy walls, especially compared to Peach. All the younger Filly Scout seems to be able to do is thrust wildly down into your muzzle, trying to time her inner contractions such that they seize upon your swirling tongue. Given that you feel nothing but delicious pleasure from her eager movements, you’re more than a little content to let her keep it up. Besides, you’re still more than licking your fill of Peach, so you don’t mind. She definitely doesn’t seem to mind either, especially as her trembling and unsteadiness slowly intensifies. The room seems filled with the scent of not-musky musk and peaches.
“I’m...almost there...!” Peach warbles as she seems to near some sort of limit. Her bouncing is at a feverish pace now, and her juices run messily down your chin. “Ah...ahh...”
Without warning, the younger filly throws one last, especially strong downstroke into your mouth. This startling movement causes her to slam into your muzzle, and much to your surprise, she doesn’t stop. She just keeps on moving downwards. It’s almost as though she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. All of her progress comes from the sheer force of gravity, rather than through any initiative on her end. She slides down farther still, doing her best to envelop the last few centimeters left of your tongue. It doesn’t take her long to get there, and soon you can feel her tail brush lightly against your nose. It briefly crosses your mind that that was...relatively quick, but you don’t mind. She’s clearly new to all this.
Even while Peach moans, whines, and squirms, grinding even more deeply against your muzzle, Ginger remains calm and cool. You can feel her twisting her hips, wrapping her succulent, tight lips around your slick dick like she’s trying to suck it the entire rest of the way into her body. Her inner walls are in a frenzy now, squeezing, massaging, and contracting around your flesh. Already you can feel the pressure mounting, a sensation you’re keenly familiar with.
Knowing what’s coming, Ginger’s hips start grinding harder and harder, trying her best to force your load out of you. Curiously, it doesn’t seem to be working. Or maybe...maybe she’s not trying to finish things off yet. Maybe she’s just trying to milk and tease you until her friend’s had all the fun she needs. Judging by the way she seems to slow down at just the wrong/right moments, and giggles when she does, seemingly relishing in your constantly-throbbing, twitching cock, and your instinctual thrusting upwards as she pulls away, and even sometimes off your dick entirely...that’s exactly what she’s doing.
You’re not sure whether you like it or not, but she isn’t exactly giving you a choice. You’re the one with the raging erection, but she’s the one stringing you along. You almost want to just push her off, pin her down, and rut her senseless; you’re the adult, why can’t you dictate the pace? But some inner gentlemanly sense stops you...something, as a stallion, you rarely let guide you. This is, after all, just a bit of fun. And it is fun; not only has Peach's pussy gotten tighter with each passing second, it’s gotten more intense, more...soaked. Her walls throb around your muzzle as she rides out her orgasm, which seems to be still going even after a good fifteen seconds, whereas Ginger Snap is just getting more and more adept at teasing you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say she was trying to outdo her friend.
You can tell Peach is in heaven, even if she isn’t in control. Her moans become fewer and farther apart the longer she orgasms, and as more time passes, she grows increasingly content to just be held in place. Finally, she seems to come down entirely, and is content to just rest on your face. You’re finally able to catch some fresh air from around her sopping walls, and can hear her alternating between nervous giggles and happy sighs as she comes down from the clouds.
“There go the fireworks,” Ginger remarks. Before you know it, Peach is sliding off your muzzle, and onto the back of the couch. Ginger Snap is visible before you once more, wearing a wide grin as she looks towards Peach, her hoof still outstretched from her gentle prod that sent the younger filly sliding off. She doesn’t even stop riding you as she speaks, though she is merciful enough to slow down and let you catch your breath a bit. “So, how was that? You satisfied?”
“Oh. My. Gosh, yes!” Peach slumps down into the couch as she catches her breath, “I mean, I didn’t think...I mean, it was...I just...wow.”
Ginger pauses to smirk for the umpteenth time at you before pausing. You gasp as she manages to manipulate her inner walls in a wave-like motion, starting from near the base of your cock and traveling up to the head. Most mares you’ve met don’t even have that sort of control over their contractions...just how experienced was this filly, again?
“Well...you don’t mind watching as I finish milking this stud, do ya’?” Ginger teases, finally resuming her up-and-down motion, but much more slowly. You notice that she’s yet to bottom out on your shaft...she’s always left at least an inch or so to go. You shudder at the thought of her going all the way down—clearly she can do it, but clearly she’s also saving it for the point of no return. What a naughty little filly.
Not that you’d have her any other way…
“G-go ahead,” Peach mumbles, smiling as she meets your gaze for a second. “I need to...c-catch my breath for a bit, anyway…”
Ginger gives you a wink before she allows her hips to drop in a single, blissfully fast, fluid motion. Her pelvis smacks into your crotch, burying your length down into her groin with one sudden well-placed thrust. The feeling of her inner walls pulsing and clenching around your dick’s thickness is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You let out something between a gasp and a groan as, with a slight hip wiggle from the Scout, everything seems to get even tighter. At this point, you’re starting to wonder if she has a black hole hidden somewhere within her pussy. You wouldn’t even be surprised anymore.
“Heh. Looks like you really liked that.” Ginger seems to have taken on something of an almost sadistic streak. She's enjoying teasing you with the prospect of finally unloading within her impossibly tight, wet little filly snatch. And as much as you want to—as much as you thrust against her, snort, and pant—it always seems like you’re just a second away. How much longer is she going to drag this out? Does she want you to offer to buy some cookies or something before she’ll let you just finally cum? The pressure in your groin is so strong you think you’ll explode before you explode.
Ginger Snap is content to wait, though—she skillfully uses her weight to make sure your thrusts against her don’t actually make you move that much inside her velvety soft, vice-like insides at all. All the while she smirks at you, occasionally glancing over to Peach Fuzz, who watches with a faded grin and lazy eyes. You can’t tell if the filly is doing it out of curiosity or just enjoying the show. Even so, Ginger clearly doesn’t mind her audience.
Finally, after a minute or so, Ginger Snap begins moving again, ever so slowly. Inch by inch, your shaft appears from the depths of her pussy, until finally, only your head remains within her. She holds you there, with her soft walls almost teasingly squeezing around the end of your cock.
You can feel your heart pounding as she holds you there again, letting you bask in the blissful feeling of her pussy wrapped tightly around your sensitive head. What does it even more for you is her occasional wiggling motions, which as much as she tries, you don’t think she can entirely control without much effort. She seems to like them, but they’re mostly involuntary—an involuntary hint of movement that tells you that no, she’s not quite done with you just yet.
“Whad’ya think, Peachie?” Ginger asks, turning her head towards her fellow Scout. Peach perks up a little, and her ears flick slightly as she tunes in a bit more. “Do you think it’s time to really finish him off?”
There’s a brief moment of dismay where you fear being held at the edge of climax for the rest of the day until you remember that Peach isn’t nearly as much of a tease as Ginger Snap is. To the relief of both your pounding heart and trembling hips, Peach shrugs.
“I-I don’t see why not…” she says, looking you up and down. “He’s been so much fun...he needs some fun too, right?”
Ginger winks towards you, and you let out a sort of mixed shudder-moan of relief as, thankfully, she agrees. You clutch at the cushions as she slowly lowers herself, sinking deeper and deeper...but leaving an inch of your shaft uncovered. To your immense satisfaction, she begins pumping up and down faster, more forcefully, clenching and unclenching all the while. Holy shit. You consider it a miracle that you don’t blow your load immediately, but you can definitely feel almost every part of your body throbbing as the Filly Scout throws caution to the wind, and begins jackhammering your cock.
"Cum inside me, Mister..." Ginger whispers, leaning forward and placing her hooves on your chest. You feel almost frozen in time as she leans forward, still thrusting, to look you straight in the eye, muzzle to muzzle. Her hot breath slides off your muzzle as she continues, still bouncing off your cock like it's a pogo-stick. "I know you wanna. Go on. Cum inside my t-tight little filly pussy."
Finally, she seems to be losing her almost unshakeable composure. Her breath is starting to come in ragged gasps, and you can see sweat beginning to form on her brow. Her moans and gaps between words slowly grow larger as the pressure in your crotch grows. You can feel every bounce, every squeeze. Ginger shows no signs of letting up as she grabs your chest fluff for stability. Her mane bounces around wildly, and even seems to be frizzing itself out of its usual straight-laced shape.
"Y-you ready?" she asks, her tongue beginning to hang out of her mouth just a bit. All you can do is nod against the waves of pleasure shooting across your entire body, and all coming together at the tip of your impossibly-hard shaft. The last part of your rational mind idly wonders when she's going to finally use that last inch of space...but you suspect it's probably going to be now.
As it turns out, you're right, because in a single moment, everything explodes.
A loud gasp escapes from Ginger Snap's lips, but before you can even process it, she's lunged forward, and shoved her lips against yours, her tongue thrusting inside your mouth for all it's worth. Your cheeks barely even have time to redden before you can feel the moans of her orgasm resonating deep inside your chest, taking over your entire being. Your own moaning as you return the kiss seems barely audible. You don't even know why you kiss her back, but you just do. It feels right. It feels...good. It makes the electricity building up in all of your extremities seem that much more tingly, and it makes your heart pound even faster, but in a good way.
That final inch between her pussy and your pelvis is finally closed as she slams her ass down against the very base of your cock. You can hear lots of loud thwapping sounds as she repeats the motion over and over, faster and faster, and before you know it, you're cumming too. All that hard-fought discipline is lost in that moment as she thrusts herself upon you, and you unload into her womb. Glob after glob of cum shoots up into her body; you can clearly feel yourself pressing against her womb’s walls as you unload deep inside her. She shakes with every rise and fall, both inside and out, and you do as well. Only a single phrase comes close to describing just how good the moment feels, and even then, it's still far from reality:
Holy fuck.
To say it's an intense orgasm is an understatement. It goes on and on, filling your mind with an indescribably intense sensation that makes you forget where you are. It's almost narcotic in nature, and you can feel your eyes begin to roll back in your head as your eyelids begin to droop. You find you're having trouble keeping your focus intact. All that remains even remotely in focus is Ginger Snap, her squeaky, rapid moaning vibrating against the back of your throat, and the heavy thwapping of her cheeks against the base of your cock. The only thing that goes through your mind is how you hope it never ends, but at the same time, you wish you could speed the process up, to get to the inevitable moment where it all goes away. It's almost too much.
Finally, things calm down at least a little bit. Ginger Snap's moaning resumes in a lower tone, but remains just as frantic as ever, and her bouncing slows down to a much more manageable pace, stopping at times to grind herself forcefully against the base of your cock. You slump down in the couch, exhausted from the entire ordeal, and any sense of what's going on evaporates; only the feeling of her closeness remains. The world seems to be slowly coming back into focus again, but for now, it's just you, her, and the breathless exclamations of joy you shove into each other's mouths. Words are almost unnecessary. Thoughts, too. Only the physical sensation of sheer pleasure remains.
Well, that and the stickiness. Your fur is sticky, as is hers. But what's most sticky is the mixture of your cum and her fluids, blended together and pooling across your groin. You can feel it squishing between the both of you in the final slowing movements of your synchronized orgasms.
You suddenly feel really, really tired. You can't even tell what time it is, though it's not like it matters. All that matters is the warm afterglow that seems to surround you both as Ginger finally stops thrusting, and you have a moment to breathe.
As you finally pull back from the kiss, you catch a glimpse of her face and see that she's caked in sweat from forehead to cheek. Nonetheless, she's still wearing her trademark smirk, even despite her lopsided cap and the strand of saliva that still links your lips together. Her eyes are still fixated on your face, and when she notices you looking back at her, she leans in closer.
"H-how...how was the ride, Mister?" Ginger flops down across your body, still leaving you lodged deep inside her velvety-soft pussy. You groan as another wave of residual sexual thrill shoots up your cock. She strokes your mane with a tired hoof; it's already clear she's choosing not to pull out, and you're happy to remain deep inside her. It's a mutually beneficial agreement. Being inside her post-orgasm pussy is almost better than when she was cumming. It holds onto you as tightly as you are to her, and as soon as you twitch, she shudders around you. It's almost enough to get you hard again.
Ginger leans forward, chuckling huskily as she rocks back and forth on your cock. "Well...?~"
Oh, right. You're supposed to use words again.
"It was...f...the best." Somehow, even 'fucking' doesn't seem to put enough emphasis on just how good it all was. All you can do is open your mouth and hope what comes out is a good enough answer. Thankfully enough, she seems to accept it as she rubs your chest gently with her hoof, pressing further into your crotch and sliding herself up and down on your length.
"You know...I'm 'round the market every weekend." Ginger Snap giggles as she does so, and you can't help but give another shuddering groan of pleasure at the feeling of her hot, slick pussy sliding up and down your cock. You're not sure whether you hate or love the attention so soon after an orgasm...but already, you're leaning towards loving it again. You feel like you could fuck her a hundred more times...and it seems she's up for it as she slowly grinds her rear end along your crotch, letting you feel her squeeze your cock in ways you never imagined possible.
"We can do this again...whenever you want, Mister. So long as you keep donating, that is." She winks, and then leans in for another long, relaxing kiss. The feeling of another orgasm is beginning to tickle the back of your mind. You could still cum inside her like this...
"Uh...Gingie..." Peach finally speaks up, her timid voice inserting itself into the silence.
"Mmmm...?~" Ginger barely moves as she breaks the kiss, and lets out a long sigh, panting into your ear, followed up by a drawn out moan of musically-tuned bliss as she rocks back and forth on your cock. It's clear now that she's not even aiming for another orgasm immediately...just the sensation of a big, hardening shaft inside her seems to be enough to keep her happy.
“Wh-what about the Scout meeting? It's in-"
"Oh, that." Ginger Snap rolls her eyes, and you can feel her begin to grind her hips down onto your crotch again, her sweet pussy clenching around your shaft once more. She has the mercy to at least go slowly this time, letting you feel every single inch of her walls slide along your already rock-hard cock. “There are no meetings on the weekend, silly. On the weekends, we’re free to do as we please, as long as it’s in the spirit of the Filly Scout Code. And I sure as hay have the spirit now~..."
Peach doesn’t seem entirely convinced, but does remain quiet.
You're not entirely sure that the Filly Scout Code has anything to do with penises, vaginas, and/or the commingling of such...but something tells you Ginger Snap doesn’t care very much for that fact. As she finally begins to move back, you feel her almost completely pull out of you, save for a small nub of your cock still nestled into her folds. The moment she’s almost all the way out, there’s a clear sensation of pressure on your shaft, and then suddenly, she’s pressing back down on you as hard as she can. She's just too good at grinding her hips down onto you; Ginger seems to understand your body better than you do, knowing exactly how to make you feel the most pleasure. You guess that's why she's the more experienced of the two Scouts present...
Finally, after a few more windows of intense pleasure, you feel her simply stop, and remain perched atop you, panting herself. She’s grinning madly, just slightly out of breath. “So, Mister…” she lulls, tracing a hoof across your sides. You shudder; somehow this feels even more intimate than her small little filly hips pressing into your comparatively big pelvis. You feel like you could do this for hours. You want to, actually. To your immense satisfaction, she seems to agree: “...think you’re ready to go some more? Or do you just wanna sit here, and...mmmph…” Ginger Snap punctuates this with a particularly forceful, long, slow hump against your cock. “...ride it out a few more minutes?”
“Ah... a few more minutes... wouldn’t hurt...” And maybe a few more after that, too. You have to admit, when you first followed Ginger into this weird garage-thing, all you wanted to do was fuck her raw...but you were really starting to gain an appreciation for the slower, gentler, teasing style of fucking, too. It was a lot more intimate, after all. The way the two of you were right now…you weren’t just fucking; you were making love. And you didn’t want to stop anytime soon.
“I’m... actually really into this,” you tell her as she slowly rides back up your shaft. Almost as if in response, you can feel another one of those lovely little filly pussy clenches around your cock. You know there’s more to be had, if you just manage to convince her. “I feel like I could fuck you like this all day...”
“You keep talking like that, you might just get an outside-the-Scout-Code, special reward~” Ginger grins as her eyes seem to glow dangerously.
You don’t know whether you should be excited or scared... judging by that expression, maybe a bit of both. You wonder what the Scout Code has to do with intercourse, though. What exactly is even in that code? You’re about to ask as much, when a new voice suddenly calls out from under the rusty panel door.
“Ginger? Peach? Are you in there?”
Oh fuck! Somepony’s coming, and you’re still balls deep in Ginger... or at least, you were. The speed with which Ginger flies off your dick before stuffing a pillow into your lap is possibly the most impressive thing you’ve experienced all day. She’s almost as fast as your heart is, and that’s saying something, considering the marathons it’s wanting to run. She’s just in time, too, as a Scout-uniform-wearing filly with a hazel-brown coat, two-tone orange mane, and big green eyes ducks under the shutter, apparently looking for the fillies you’ve just been intimate with. Now all you have to do is look natural...somehow. Easier said than done with the girthy monster between your legs still throbbing and tingling from the sudden loss of its slick, velvety enclosure.
“Sheesh, Peach, did you lose your ribbon again?” Suddenly you remember that the younger Scout is still bound, but a quick glance in her direction shows that she’s tucked neatly under a blanket, her compromising condition safely hidden from (probably) innocent eyes. Man, you don’t even remember seeing a blanket anywhere nearby when you first came in. Granted, you were distracted, but either Ginger was even faster than you thought, or just very, very prepared. Both were very good nonetheless.
“Heh, yeah, silly me!” Peach answers. Her voice seems a little too squeaky compared to her normal voice, but the newest Scout doesn’t seem to notice.
“Is everything okay, Acorn?” Ginger asks, her tone giving no hint that she was stuffed with dick only seconds earlier. She’s a pro at playing it cool...you wonder if she’s been in situations like this before. “We were in the middle of negotiating a donation.” Technically, that was true.
“Well, you’re gonna have to do it later! Did you forget? Counselor Splitbark is leaving in an hour, this is your last chance to get your bracelet-weaving bage!” Acorn, as she is apparently called, rotates her sash to show that she already has the aforementioned badge. “I thought you would be the first pony there! That’s like, one of the only badges you’re missing!”
“Oh bu... uh, darn! I did forget!” You can tell that Ginger isn’t used to being caught off guard, and the look of shock on her face seems almost alien compared to the smug expression she’d been wearing around you. It would have been funny, if not for the raging erection still hiding under the pillow. So much for ‘all day’...now the only thing that was going to happen all day was a big case of blue balls. Unless, maybe, Ginger could be convinced to—
“Hey, Mister, sorry to cut things short, but this badge is really important to me, and Counselor Splitbark only comes around once every few months!” Crap. Okay, this is...all too sudden. Sure, Ginger offering to fuck you in the first place was sudden, and not to say that you didn’t appreciate her efforts, but...isn’t it generally considered rude to leave in the middle of grindingsomeone’s cock between your folds? You’re no mare, but...generally this sort of thing doesn’t happen.
But then again...how exactly could you convince her to stay? The look she’s giving you is at least apologetic, but no doubt she’s trusting you not to blow the whole cover she managed to put together in five seconds flat. What to say, what to say…
“It’s okay,” you finally say, even though in your opinion it isn’t entirely. But then, the metaphorical light bulb goes off in your head—maybe there’s a way to pick this up where you left off later. “But do you have, like...a business card or anything, so we can talk later?”
“Uh, no, but…” Ginger briefly smirks, and you see an ever-familiar evil twinkle form in her eyes as she waves a hoof towards the door. “Go on ahead, Acorn; I’ll wrap things up ASAP and hurry down, okay?”
“Well...if you say so!” The cute little brown filly does an even cuter little salute, before turning and skipping away: clip, clop, clip, clop. She doesn’t seem to have a care in the world as her hoofsteps recede, and a distant, high-pitched humming fades away bit by bit. It takes a while before all signs of Acorn have faded behind the sounds of the fillies beside you breathing still slightly heavily, and you as well, but it does happen.
You don’t even get a moment to relax before Ginger throws the pillow off your lap and shoves her muzzle under your shaft, perfectly balancing it on the tip of her nose. You bite your lip as your semi-hard cock starts stiffening again, the pulsating waves of anticipation setting you on edge once more. Ginger’s breath slides off the bottom of your length as she looks up, smirking, before speaking.
“I really do care about that badge, Mister.” Ginger Snap playfully sticks her tongue out, before teasingly dragging it all the way up the underside of your dick, and ending off with a particularly noisy lick when she reaches your now fully-stiffened head. “But I also care about making sure that my...patrons are left happy and willing to come back for more. So...here’s the deal.”
She definitely has your attention already, but she makes sure she has it by resting her chin against your throbbing stallionhood. One of her hooves traces along your shaft idly, sending pulses of pleasure up your spine. Please let her go one more round, please let her keep going, please let her—
“Meet me tomorrow—”
You never thought it’d be so disappointing to hear those words, but...well, here you are, and it’s plenty disappointing. Still, there seems to be hope returning to really piledrive this filly temptress sometime soon as she briefly takes your head in her mouth, gently swishing her tongue around, before withdrawing and smiling at the string of saliva connecting it to your tip.
“—at noon. Same place, market 'n stuff.” Ginger’s smile quickly turns from one of adoration into one of evil as she nibbles at the tip of your head. She seems to drink in the shivers and groans that you emit soon after. Her teeth are somehow too sharp and yet just right at the same time. "Then we can finish this right, Mister.” There’s a whole lot of ‘right’ going through that remark as Ginger giggles. Oh, she’s definitely got you there...you’re not sure there’s really any sort of argument you can give that’d counter the point. Not that you’d want to counter it, either.
She finally breaks the kiss with your still-throbbing cock and slips out from underneath it again, and you’re disappointed to see it already starting to deflate a little. If she’s not going to finish you off, though, then why the change?
“Aaaaanyway...” A flick of her tail, and Ginger rears up on her hind legs, before flinging herself onto your chest and digging her ass into your lap. "Didja enjoy yourself, Mister?~" Her tongue peeks out, lazily dragging itself across your chest as you shiver and barely manage a nod.
“Well, here, then. Something to remember me by.” One of her hooves lifts, and you feel a hot, wet kiss against your neck sending shivers all the way down to your crotch.
Ginger’s so warm, so soft, so...frustratingly not in your lap any longer as she slides off agonizingly slowly, and she finally moves to untie Peach Fuzz. Seeing the other filly again gives you another idea, but she shoots it down before you can even ask.
“I wish I could help you out, but I need that badge too...sorry, Mister.” Peach smiles apologetically. “But at least we still had fun, right?”
You suppose it had been a lot of fun, and it’s not like you hadn’t still shot your load into both fillies. All things considered, this was some of—no, it was the best sex you had ever had, at least with fillies...though, this being the only real time was a bit of a cheat. Still, you would be back for more tomorrow. That put a smile on your face.
“Yeah, it was fun,” you admit. You can’t help but wonder what new surprises these foals have in store for you. Would it just be Ginger next time? Or somepony new? The possibilities are endless, and Ginger Snap is impossible to predict.
“I don’t like to leave a job half finished,” the spicy little filly purrs, wearing her now-familiar evil grin. “So you can be sure that I promise to make it more than worth the wait.” She whispers something into Peach’s ear, and the two of them share a giggle—probably at your expense, knowing Ginger. “Scout’s honor!” Both fillies salute in unison, before untangling themselves from the couch, turning their backs on you, and heading for the exit.
As she walks away, you notice that exact same swagger in Ginger’s stride that she gave you the last time she walked away from you, only this time, Peach Fuzz was doing it too. Just before ducking under the shutter door, both fillies lift their tails, as if to remind you of what’s in store. Looking over her shoulder, Ginger even gives you a wink—from both ends. You realize that cutting things short like that must have been just as difficult for her as it was for you. Even if she doesn’t like showing it in all the same ways...she clearly gets horny just as you do. The ample amount of juices smeared across her flank and pussy—and Peach’s as well—is an excellent testament to that. It was probably hurting her to walk away from you. But...well, probably not as physically. You swear your balls didn’t hurt this bad a couple minutes ago...
Feeling a bit drained, you manage to find the strength to slide off the couch as the last trace of the Filly Scouts disappear down the alleyways, out of sight. You let out a deep sigh as a wave of tiredness crashes into you. At long last, you’re finally able to go soft, though the vague sticky sensation spread across your entire groin is a firm reminder of the day’s...events.
The sun is bright on your eyes as you stumble out from underneath the perpetually half-open door. You’re not exactly sure what your next move should be. Not that there's any rush...you still have quite a bit of daylight left to play with. It's just that, well...this had gone a little fast, is all. It had all been really, really good...but still a bit fast. Well...at least you know what you’re going to do tomorrow.
You’re going to pin Ginger Snap down and pound her so hard that she forgets to even call you ‘Mister’ anymore. And by your account, that should take up the entire day...especially if she manages to find somewhere where you two won’t be interrupted. You sure hope she does...but figure hoping isn’t necessary. She’s as smart as she is sexy, from what you’ve seen. She’ll figure it out. After all, she probably wants to melt into a pile of pleasurable jelly as much as you want to make her into one.
All you have to do is mark if off on your calendar, and make it a reality.
