Peaches and Cream

“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.