Silver Spoon Wants to do the Mouth Thing
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 >.<
Silver Spoon Wants to do the Mouth Thing
Knock. Knock.
You're sat in "the big chair" when you hear the two taps in that all too familiar rhythm, and immediately you sit straight up. Before you can even stand, the taps come again, two more with the exact same timing.
Knock. Knock.
"What's she doing here?"
Silver Spoon stopped coming around years ago. There hadn't been any big dramatic goodbye, she'd left the same way she had every other time. You standing there watching her go, a dumbstruck grin trying not to creep onto your face at the thought that she'd just swallowed your cum with a shy little smile.
The knocks never came again, though. You were disappointed, and a bit lonely, sure, but eventually you told yourself it was for the best. The two of you didn't interact again, beyond the occasional exchange of polite waves when you bumped into one another around Ponyville. She'd never moved on from Diamond Tiara, the two most typically seen together, but you'd heard that Diamond Tiara had started to behave a lot better. Perhaps that was why your little meetings with Silver Spoon had stopped. At least you could be happy that things seemed to work out for her, and you just hoped she wouldn't resent the things you'd done together when she grew up.
Which is part of why you're freaking out now that she's back. Is she here to challenge you about "the mouth thing"? Will there be a couple of royal guard members, or one of the Princesses, waiting behind her to apprehend you? Or could she actually want to do it again, after all these years? Your skin pricks up, while adrenaline and anxiety flow freely through your body. You sneak to the window, and peek through. You can't see anypony, but know well that somepony close to the door wouldn't be visible from this angle. There's little choice but to swallow hard, attempt to mentally prepare yourself, and then open the door. So that's what you do.
Sure enough, it's her. Silver Spoon looks as pretty as she ever has, even if she's no longer the tiny little filly of the past. That (admittedly tempting) innocence has been replaced by a feminine charm, the impeccably groomed earth pony straddling the line between filly and mare. She's changed her glasses, and ditched the pearl necklace for a pair of earrings, glittering gemstones in silver star-shaped settings that dangle from silver chains attached to each ear. Damn she's cute.
I wonder if she's in heat your brain "helpfully" contributes.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
You still don't know where this is going, nor have you decided how you feel about things if that's where it's going. You're not about to say no to a pretty mare who has had your dick in her mouth, though, so you step aside and allow her to enter. Every hoofstep she takes onto your property gives you a fresh jolt of worry. You shut the door, and she turns back to look at you, a serious look on her face. You physically wince, and cut her off before she can say whatever she's about to say.
"Want some juice?"
"I'm not a filly anymore, Mr Human."
"Oh. Yeah. Right."
You try to swallow again, but your mouth and throat have gone completely dry. You just stand there, waiting for the worst to come. You hate to think what kind of look must be on your face.
"Oh relax. I'm not here to pee in your oats."
It's a little jarring hearing her talk like a teen, but the smile she gives you is the same shy grin she had as a filly. You exhale the breath you didn't realise you were holding, the tension leaving you like a deflating balloon.
"Thank Celestia for that."
"That stuff we did in the past... that's... well, it's in the past. I was just a filly, I hardly knew what I was doing."
"Uhh. Yeah..."
Her wording leads very well into the argument that you took advantage of her youth and innocence, something you're not sure you can deny. Fortunately, Silver Spoon doesn't seem to be here to make that argument.
"Anyway, I wanted to come say sorry for disappearing like that. I could have at least said something."
"No, it's okay! I guess you worked things out with Diamond Tiara?"
Her face breaks automatically into a broad smile at the sound of her friend's name.
"Yeah! Actually, we're sort of dating now."
"I'm glad for you!"
You genuinely are. Mostly. All except the part of your brain that's been fantasising all conversation long that they were having another fight, and Silver Spoon was here to go down on you again.
"But okay, just one question."
"Yeah?"
"Why now, after all this time?"
The question makes Silver Spoon blush, the same sort of blush she always wore when she asked to do the mouth thing. A certain part of your body has a very immediate, Pavlovian response to the pinkening of her cheeks. Good thing you're wearing loose pants.
"Well, umm... actually... I was thinking about making things official with Diamond. Asking her to be my special somepony."
And you're so stressed out about taking that step you need something to suckle on? that badly-behaved part of your brain asks, but you manage to keep the thought away from your lips.
"...okay?"
The pretty silver-furred mare adjusts her glasses needlessly. Those big, beautiful eyes of hers avoid your own, and you hear her take a deep breath before she goes on.
"I really love her. And I know maybe it's just filly love, but I like, still want to be serious about it."
"Yeah... good on you! But what does that have to do with me?"
Those cheeks go pinker, and her eyes fall to the floor. You start to worry your loose pants won't keep you very modest for too much longer.
"Umm. Sooo... if I go be with her, I might never know... like... what a... like a.... stallion feels like."
Great, now your cheeks are going red too.
"So you want to..."
You're pretty sure what she means, but you're still trying to think of how to diplomatically phrase it. Should you be eager, or would that be off-putting or uncool? But if you play it too cool, she might think you're uninterested!
Luckily, Silver Spoon ends up speaking again before you can finish deciding what to say. The words tumble out of her in a nervous rush now, her beautiful amethyst eyes wide as they finally meet yours again, pleading for understanding.
"I know it's rude to only come over to like, do stuff, but I just feel... comfortable with you, because we did those things before, and... well, it'd feel good for you too, right?"
It so would. Back when Silver Spoon first been coming over and giving you blowjobs, you didn't have any other experience with ponies. In the years since though, you've dated a couple of mares. Discovered for yourself just how good it feels to fuck a small-sized horse. Of course, none of those mares has ever made you cum as hard as this still-developing filly used to do with her mouth. Now here she is, offering up her tight, teenaged body.
You swallow hard, and nod in agreement. You're suddenly finding it a lot harder to talk.
"It's okay? Only if you want to, Mr Human."
"Yeah. I... want to."
Your voice is so strained, it doesn't even sound like your own. The words are clearly what Silver Spoon was hoping to hear, though, because she gives you another of those irresistible smiles of hers. Then she turns herself away from you, looking off toward the hallway.
"I guess we should, uhh... use your room?"
You don't really hear what she's saying. Your eyes are on her rear, where you've noticed that her tail has lifted itself out of the way. Those long, silky silver hairs that've always teased you with so many almost-glances now finally lay bare the exquisite treasures they've been hiding for so, so long.
When you fail to answer, Silver Spoon looks over her shoulder to check on you, immediately catching you staring at her filly parts. Her cheeks redden further and she quickly turns back to face forward, but her tail makes no effort to restore her modesty. She just starts trotting herself off toward your room, giving you full view of her perfect earth pony plot. Your heart leaps in your chest, and your eagerly throbbing cock now proudly bulges out the front of your pants. Fuck. This is really happening.
All the doubts from when you first realised she was at the door are gone. Hell, she's quite a bit more grown up now, too, so you don't even have to feel too guilty about things this time. Do you?
Utterly transfixed by her, still the cutest little pony you've ever seen, you follow her into your room. She doesn't speak, looking back at you with a blushy face that shows she's just as shy about doing this as she was the things with her mouth. As shy as she might be about talking about this, though, there she goes hopping up onto your bed, raising up her rump into the air with her tail still flagged. You can see the arousal beading the puffy pussy lips that the position leaves on display.
Maybe she really is in heat.
Or maybe she isn't, and is just this turned on. Maybe that's hotter.
You're on the bed kneeling behind her within moments, your pants and underwear halfway down your legs moments later. Some part of you wonders if you should be trying some foreplay first, but it's hard to resist the inviting quivers of arousal her young pussy is showing off to you. Manhood quickly meets marehood, your bulging head enjoying the soft, wet kisses of her pussylips against it. You're throbbing so hard it feels like your dick's the organ pumping blood around your body. She's going to be so tight.
"Nnh..."
The sound is indecipherable, but she doesn't sound distressed at least.
"I can...?"
"Mhm... be gentle..."
You gradually start to push your hips forward, grabbing her flank with one hand to steady yourself while you try to sink yourself inside her. You're being gentle like she asked, though, and she's simply too small to permit your thick length entry without a bit more force. Small horses are indeed small, and that's the full-grown mares!
"Ghh... sorry."
"Is it... too tight?"
You lean forward, wrapping an arm around her body for a firmer grip while your other hand instinctively goes for your cock to steady it. You're not stopping now, at least unless she asks you to. She quickly learns why you apologised, as you use your better grip to pull her body back to meet your crotch's next desperate forwards jerk. Her little love tunnel gives, and your manhood squeezes its way inside. Silver Spoon cries out, then turns around to shoot you an angry glare.
"Aaahhhhh! Horseapples! Gentle my flank!"
"I'll give you a chance... nnh... to get used to it."
And a chance for you to get used to it! This feels so good, the squeezy embrace of teenaged fillycunt so enjoyable that every bone in your body wants to just... well, bone her. Hard. Silver Spoon deserves better than a quick rut and a creampie, though. This is her first, and maybe last, time with a male!
"Mares enjoy this?"
"Yes! Just... give me a chance!"
"Ungh."
You're trying not to sound too offended. Mostly though, you're just thinking about how damn good it feels to finally get under Silver Spoon's tail, something you've longed for since way before she was old enough for it. Better late than never, hey? Your cock throbs in agreement.
"You know I always wanted to do this to you?"
The beautiful earth pony turns around to look up at you again, all of the prior grouchiness gone from her big violet eyes. You might be imagining it, but you think you can feel her pussy quiver around you at the revelation.
"R-really?"
"Ngh, yeah. So badly."
You stroke your fingers through the soft fur of her flanks, your old habit of gently tickling her cutie marks. You've since learned most mares seem to be sensitive there, and the quivers of her small equine body let you know it's having a positive effect.
"Can't wait any longer..."
"It's okay. You can... buck me, Mr Human."
Well, that sure seals the deal for you. Without a moment's hesitation, you pull back your hips, then meet the slow retreat with a slow push back inside. Silver Spoon whimpers, but there's definitely plenty of pleasure in the sound, too. So you do it again, keeping the tempo relaxed for the moment, marvelling at how even with as wet as she is, the tight walls of the teen's cunt still try to impede your every movement. You've never had a mare quite like this, and it only has you all the more thrilled to hear her whimpers and squeals slowly give way to... well, less uncomfortable, and more pleasured whimpers and squeals. Seems the prim little pony is too haughty to properly moan, though the sounds you wrench from her with every forward pump of your hips are no less enjoyable.
"God you're tight, sweetie."
"D-duh..."
There's some of that old attitude of hers, perhaps a response to still being called "sweetie". The attempt at a snarky comment feels rather different when it's gasped out between cries of pleasure, though. You chuckle, and earn yourself a glower. Then the filly-turned-mare turns her head back forwards, lowers it to rest on the mattress while she continues to present her plot to you. You take that as a sign to focus on the task at hand, and knock off the comments, your mouth doing nothing more than grunt as you slowly enjoy her very fuckable little pony body. She's so small, her fur so soft and silky, her impeccably set hair so fetching from behind. That braided ponytail swinging gently as your thrusts rock her body, at least until one of your hands leaves her flank to capture it, fingers sliding up the intricate knot of silver hair to find one of her ears. She seems to like the way you play with it, too, judging from the way her head nuzzles into your affectionate touch.
She's irresistible, so you don't resist. The ferocity of your thrusts increases a little, and you only grant her less time to accept each before the next comes. Her mewling cries pitch up in surprise, but that doesn't stop you rutting the horny little mare as you please. The slick sounds of your genitals meeting become audible, as does the sound of your balls gently slapping against her plot as you really start pumping her deep. A new piece of the erotic atmosphere that's already got you as hard and horny as you can ever remember being. Your face burns, but this time it's from the sheer arousal and exquisite pleasure, and not from the age of the filly you had swallow all those loads of your cum way back when.
You want to draw this out, make her cum her little brains out so she can at least run off to Diamond Tiara with a good experience of a "stallion" under her saddle... or maybe even want to come back to you for another go sometime. It's so hard, though, you're already feeling your balls churn as her hot fillyhood strokes along your length like no hand, or hoof (or older mare's pussy for that matter!) ever could. You're desperate, but Silver Spoon seems pretty desperate too. So when your lacking willpower quickly torpedoes your attempt to really slow things back down and extend the fuck session, you go for the kill instead.
"Right now? You're mine, Silver Spoon."
"Ah-uhhh?"
Your sudden change in demeanour and tone obviously catches her by surprise, but you grab her already-flagged tail and yank it further upwards to really drive home the point. She whines in pain, but her young sex gives the reflexive squeeze around your member you were hoping for. So while you continue to pull her rear upwards by the tail and further emphasise the downwards angle of her body, thoroughly dominating her with the sheer intensity of your forceful thrusts, you release her ear with her other hand and instead curl it around the loin of her tiny body. Your index finger quickly finds the swollen nub that sits just below where your thick cock plunges in and out of her, and gives it the attention it's so clearly been needing.
"Ahhhhhn!"
"That's it, sweetie. Cum for Mr. Human."
"Ahhn! Haahhhn!"
You have no idea if it'll work, but you're about to explode yourself. Thankfully, the adorable, haughty little geek hits her peak first. She makes a sound like a shrill scream, but cut off before much more than a gasp can escape her lips. Her hot sex does all the talking for her instead, begging for your load with every desperate squeeze around the length of your prick. You oblige, giving a loud grunt equal parts the pleasure of your biggest orgasm ever and the relief of getting your lover off in time as your cock spasms. She goes limp, collapsing into the bed beneath her as you fill her up good with maybe two normal loads' worth of thick, sticky human cum. For a few seconds, neither of you moves, the both of you panting in relief.
Then you pull out and lay yourself down, pulling her towards you and rolling her around to face you. You don't bother to clean up, happy to let your seed ooze out of her onto your bedsheets while you softly embrace who'll surely be forever the most important mare to you, whatever might happen after this in your time in Equestria. You're surprised she lets you, actually, the position in many ways that much more intimate and emotional than having her head in your lap, or being knelt behind her. So you savour the moments while you can, gently stroking your fingers over the curves of her muzzle, and her cheeks, then playing a little with her bangs.
When she does seem to come to, she shoots you her usual combo of embarrassed smile and an adorable blush to her cheeks. Your heart melts that little bit more.
"I'm still gonna' date Diamond Tiara, y'know."
"But did you enjoy yourself?"
She blushes further and looks away, but nods. You smile.
"You think... maybe one last time...?"
Silver spoon slides herself down the bed. Her head reaches crotch level, and sure enough, her painted lips wrap around your still-throbbing cockhead, tongue scooping up the residual cum. You smile wider.
