Knock. Knock.

If there's a pattern to when these gentle taps of a hoof at your front door come, you certainly haven't been able to figure it out. She never comes by when you're expecting her to, but an unexpected visit from her is never an unwelcome one. The distinct rhythm of those two quiet knocks alone is enough to set a giddy warmth spreading through your body, a warmth always felt the hardest between your legs.

You know you shouldn't answer, that what you and her are doing is wrong. That doesn't stop you walking over to the door and unlocking it.

The tiny filly is probably only a little more than a quarter of your height, yet those adorable eyes of hers, a deep purple framed by glasses, might as well be as big as the moon as they look up at you. The sheened grey of her fur is coloured an obvious pink at the cheeks. It's pretty hard to know what she's thinking or feeling, but the look on her face you might describe as "questioning". Or "extremely, irresistibly adorable".
"Umm, hi."
"Hi."
Your eyes scan over the small piece of Ponyville you can see from your front door. It's a pleasant afternoon, autumn bringing with it a hint of winter chill. A filly and a colt play together on the grass, not enough metres away. You pause a few seconds, waiting for a moment when they seem particularly distracted before you let Silver Spoon inside. Then give another cautious glance around the surroundings before closing your door.

"School just got out?"
"Yeah."
"You're not hanging out with Diamond Tiara?"
"No."

Her answer is sudden, and blunt. You shoot her a questioning look of your own, and when she starts to speak in response, emotion seeps quickly into her high-pitched voice.

"She's not talking to me."

Ahh, there it is. You can never predict when she'll show up, but it does seem to usually coincide with some kind of turmoil in the young filly's life.

"All I said was she was being too mean! To the blank flanks at school. She really took it too far this time."
"What'd she do?"
"It'd take too long to explain. Can't we just do the... mouth thing?"

Silver Spoon lowers her head, hiding it behind one of her forehooves to shyly ask the question. You don't know how sucking your dick is going to help the filly reconcile with her best friend, or maybe finally move on and away from the prissy little pink-furred terror. You still have no idea what's apparently so calming about your cock, either.

What you do know, is that the thought of her doing it again has you already starting your journey towards erection inside your pants. Fuck, what's wrong with you? You've long since come to accept the fact that you're attracted to ponies, not a bad thing either considering you're now living in Equestria. This is a schoolfilly, though, and a young one at that! You wish she didn't have this kind of effect on you, and yet still...

"Want some juice first?"

The small, silver-furred mare smiles broadly, and nods sweetly. The cuteness simultaneously jolts straight into your heart, and your crotch. This'll be the last time you lie to yourself, as you walk quickly over to the cold storage and grab out a big jug of apple juice. You pour the filly a cup, and bend down to pass it to her. She takes it in one hoof, and quickly downs the whole glass.

"Finished!"

So much for allowing you a chance to compose yourself.

"Uhh, alright, so let's go to the big chair?"

Silver Spoon nods again, a little more shyly. The blush is back on her cheeks, but she follows you over to the big armchair waiting in your living room without delay. The filly gracefully leaps up onto the seat, and then up onto one of the armrests, waiting for you to sit yourself down. You do, and she's so close to you, it's like you can feel her against your skin even though you're not touching. She looks up at you, then carefully adjusts her glasses with one small hoof.

"You know you don't have to do this, right? If something's bothering you, we could just talk."

You hardly know why you say it. You sure want this, and indeed your hands are tugging down your pants even while your mouth speaks the words. Anything to feel a little less guilty about what the two of you are going to do next, probably.

"Mm."

She doesn't even bother with a verbal response, instead turning her head away from you to nuzzling her muzzle into the rather obvious bulge in your underwear. You hear her gently inhaling the manly scent of your arousal, which only has you getting harder, probably giving her more of it.

"Well. Just saying."

You're going to Tartarus. That's what these ponies call it, right? Whatever their version of hell is, it's probably worth it. So you tug down your underwear too. Silver Spoon briefly watches them slide down your legs, then brings her face right back to your crotch again. Her tongue extends from her mouth, so small and soft as it slides itself wetly up along the length of your very stiff member.

"Ngggh."

All the doubt and guilt melts away in an instant, as the gorgeous little filly teases you with this first lick. Your cock throbs, silently begging for more attention, which Silver Spoon wastes no time in providing. She tongues along your shaft a few more times, before bringing her lips up to your swollen glans to press a gentle kiss against it. It reacts with a series of desperate throbs, eager for more attention, culminating in a dribble of salty, sticky fluid from its tip. You don't have to wait long to feel those lips again, the schoolfilly using the second kiss to also scoop up your precum with her tongue. She does always seem to enjoy the flavour.

"Mmmm."

Your cock gives another little squirt of appreciation when she makes that sound expressing her own. You're feeling very appreciative, too, wondering again why she likes to do this when something's bothering her. You don't ask, and you certainly don't bring up just talking this out again! Rather, you reach down with a hand, gently petting her head to express your gratitutde. That prompts Silver Spoon to give you another little smile, before she adjusts her glasses once more, and then properly engulfs your cock with her tiny mouth.

"God, I mean, Celestia... that feels good."
"Mmhmph."

The young mare takes things slowly, but every movement is heaven, her filly-sized mouth all but forced to hug your shaft nice and snug as it slides up and down it. She blows you without any bells and whistles, quiet about it, her eyes kept closed. Silver Spoon sucks dick just like she presents herself ー very adorably, rather innocently, and with a hint of princess-like disdain. No complaints from you, and you and her both know by now that if she speeds up the bobs of her head some, you'll be feeding her your hot load in no time.

The schoolfilly likes to take her time, though, really settle into this intimate act. Maybe she's thinking about Diamond Tiara some more, or maybe this is just her way of getting the latest piece of schoolyard drama off her mind. Either way, the two of you are plenty content, minute after minute slipping away with the silver-furred pony perched on your chair's armrest, her head never leaving your lap, and your hand now gently stroking over her cutie mark.

Eventually, and without any kind of signal first, Silver Spoon's tongue starts swirling, curling itself around the ridge of your cockhead. Her mouth bobs faster, and a little deeper onto your member, and the tempo continues to gradually increase. She wants you to cum, and unless you grab her head and stop her, you soon will. Your quiet grunts of pleasure cannot remain so quiet, and the filly meets them with some erotic sounds of her own.

"Ngh... ...gnnh... hng... nnnggghh!"
"Hmph... mmph... mmnnpff..."

There's no hope of holding on. Her tongue hits that particularly sensitive spot just past your glans, and you know you've hit the point of no return. Your hand grasps at her fur, and the other at the free armrest. You throw your head back, eyes briefly leaving the beautiful young earth pony to point up at the ceiling.

"Oh sweetie... gonna... cum!"
"Mmmmph!"

Silver Spoon's infrequent visits are the only proper action you get, and it shows in the abundance of thick, potent human jizz you spurt past her lips. She's managed to gulp it all down before her mouth even parts from your manhood, and when it finally does, it curls into a self-satisfied smile. She turns her pretty head back to look up at you, her big, beautiful amethyst eyes searching for approval.

"That was amazing. As always."
"Thanks... for letting me."

You shift your hand from flank back to head, stroking your fingers through her mane, and over the soft fur of her muzzle. Hand and eyes both just basking in how cute she is, marvelling that this sweet, sexy little thing is willing to do this for you, and somehow treats it as a favour that you do for her.

"Feeling any better?"
"Mhm! Could I have another juice, though?"

You chuckle, then hop up, feeling that hint of post-orgasm numbness in your legs as you slowly make your way back to the kitchen. Silver Spoon graciously accepts the cup full of apple juice you offer her, and once again quickly polishes off the sweet liquid. Then she stares down at one of her front hooves, avoiding your gaze again.

"Well, I really should be going now."

You almost want to ask her to stay a bit longer, just to be together, but don't want to impose on her any more than you have. As your pleasure subsides, you already feel the guilt starting to creep back up on you.

"Oh uh, bye then. "
"Bye, Mr. Human!"

The adorable, silver-furred filly turns and starts to primly trot herself over to your door. The guilt intensifies, but even as your brain tries to remind you that you're surely doing the wrong thing by letting a school-aged filly semi-regularly suck you off, your eyes are fixed on the gentle feminine dance of Silver Spoon's fetching, heart-shaped rear end. Her tail stays in place, leaving you wondering what her tight little fillyhood must look like... and if you'll ever get the chance to experience it the way you've just experienced her mouth. You hope so, and you hope that if the chance presents itself, you'll be able to get your brain to shut up long enough to take it.

Mostly though, you just hope she and Diamond Tiara don't reconcile in a hurry!

Author's Note

I know I'm supposed to be writing more involved projects, and adding to my older ongoing works, but Silver Spoon is hot >.<