The door burst open to my room with me leading the way, my dear husband following behind me.

“Aaah~! Europa, no!” His muzzle was buried in my marehood even before the door closed behind me, slurping cheerfully as I swatted him over the head with my tail. “Not now, Batty! Diary first, rutting later!”

He reluctantly withdrew his tongue from my depths and looked at me with folded ears and puppy-dog eyes, his entire muzzle flushed red and slick with my floral-scented feminine juices. “Just a taste, dear? Think about the stress of work!”

“Oh, all right!” I grinned smugly, reaching under the bed to grab the book I’d put under it the night before. He grinned, licked his muzzle and continued lewdly enjoying his meal.

Chances were, by the time I got done reading to him, we’d both be ready to go again. He wasn’t lying — work of late had been particularly bad for my husband, having to keep the peace between the various animals who lived in the nearby Wielkoponiska Nature Preserve as a high-ranking diplomat communicating fluently with some of the biggest and meanest monsters the Everfree Forest had to offer. His ability was hereditary; Europa came from a long line of thestrals who could speak to the animals, an ability shared by a certain shy pegasus neighbor of mine back in Ponyville.

These days, Europa was dealing with a string of unauthorized predations near a log bridge over a fast-flowing creek; a shared passage that a number of animal species needed and was agreed upon by all parties to be a neutral area. This meant hours upon hours of interviews with many terrified creatures who wouldn’t be forthcoming with the information for fear of retaliation.

But solve the mystery he would, or risk losing hundreds of years of good rapport with the animal community and the cooperation that came with it — cooperation that made this largely untamed arboreal nation a livable environment for all.

All things considered, letting him eat me out was just doing my part for a better world.

“Ngh!” I scooped up the book and tossed it onto the bed even as his tongue continued to lap over and in me. “Got it!”

If Europa heard me, he gave no outward indication of it, his forehooves roaming over my flanks, his muzzle bumping insistently against my rear as his tongue ranged all the way to my cervix; lapping up my nectar like a particularly tasty flower.

It felt undeniably good, so I let the tingling sensation from my core wash over me as I braced myself atop the bed with both forehooves, closing my eyes and bowing my head over the mattress like a supplicant.

“AHHHHHHHHH~!” All my many stresses, cares and worries, poured forth from my marehood and into the mouth of my beloved, draining them away in a single erotic instant. He rode me all through my orgasm and didn’t let a single drop hit the floor. He never did.

“Thanks, Rosie. I needed that!” He fastidiously groomed my nectar from his face and chest fur as I grabbed a quill and parchment to transcribe my interpretation of the diary’s contents onto, hopping up onto the bed and placing them before me. The diary itself would do nicely as a backer to keep my parchment from tearing while I wrote.

“So did I. You know how unusual it is that you want to read this along with me, right?” I asked, opening the diary to its first entry. “I thought you hated the idea of foals getting started early.”

“No, I hate the idea of our foals getting started early, particularly with our neighbors,” Europa corrected me with a mild grumble, having finished grooming and jumping onto the bed next to me. “Besides, I love getting to know who you were before we met.”

“Well, if you’re certain, honey…” I admit I wondered at first how he’d take some of the crazier stories of my wild and anything-but-misspent youth, but I’d be pleasantly surprised in that they seemed to only turn him on further.

“I am certain, Rosie.” my husband patted my leg reassuringly, snuggling up beside me as the two of us began to read.

“My First Time”

Many hundreds of years ago, there lived a Neighican mare named Rosa Salvaje de Dureingo, famed for her beauty and called the most desirable mate in all of Neighico: a growing colony established by the pony Kingdom of Espoña in the arid hills of Central A-mare-ica.

Being of mixed heritage, she combined the most flattering elements of both donkeys and earth ponies; possessing vibrant hues of red, gold and green in her mane and tail. She was covered in a coat of beige like mine, and wearing a crown of wildflowers everywhere she went.

But it was neither her crown nor her fine clothes, provided to her by her wealthy merchant sire that was her most distinguishing feature. For towering over her head, nearly furless and a full foot in length, were the ears that had earned her the nickname “Orejas Largas”.

Though popular with the stallions she met, she made the mistake one day of sleeping with the husband of a powerful zebra enchantress. The stallion, another zebra who was convinced that no striped mare could hope to compare to this goddess in earth pony form, abandoned his wife and family to ask Rosa to run off with him to Equestria.

But their affair wasn’t meant to last.

The enchantress waylaid Rosa on her journey north, having tracked her down by the use of her dark magic. Having never met the zebra, Rosa was none the wiser when she accepted a drink of water from her, unknowing it had been hexed.

When she’d drunk the last drop at the kind stranger’s insistence, the enchantress’s friendly illusion was replaced by one of malice. She pointed an accusing hoof at Rosa, who stepped back in surprise. “May your ears grow ever longer, you cheating harlot!”

And so they did, now towering to over two feet in length.

Rosa ran away in fright back to where she and her stallion were hiding and he recognized the curse immediately. He told Rosa he’d made a terrible mistake. That he’d been under a spell when he slept with her and fled both from his wife and his new lover, never to be heard from again.

In town, word spread of Rosa’s misdeed and she suffered banishment from the land of Dureingo for her crime. To steal another mare’s husband was one of the worst crimes one pony could commit against another and she gained a level of infamy throughout Neighico. Even her own family disowned her.

With nothing left to stay for, she returned to Espoña proper to the north on the border of the Buffalo plains, penniless and destitute, though she never stopped sleeping with every stallion she met, using her body to gain her the food and shelter she needed. Indeed, her trials only seemed to make her more insatiable and she eventually settled down and birthed many foals. One of them, a daughter, had inherited not only her large ears, but her insatiably undying lust and it was only then she’d realized the gravity of what the enchantress had done to her.

She reported the incident to authorities and, having confirmed the presence of a powerful curse on both Rosa and her foal, they sought the zebra but she was never found. Legend says having completed her vengeance and with nothing further to live for, the enchantress sealed the permanence of her curse by taking her own life.

*****

“Roseluck?” Europa interrupted my feverish-paced writing.

I gently spat my pencil onto the bed next to me. “What is it, lovebat?”

“So if I’m understanding this tale correctly, Rosa was a big-eared lady like yourself who passed on both her nymphomania and her large ears, right? So does this mean our daughter Phoebe is… the Chosen One of your foals?”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “Well… now you mention it, I can’t really be sure of that. She’s got my ears, certainly. But she’s so sweet and innocent! I really can’t see my dear, sweet, Phoebe-pheebs getting rutted by any stallion, to be honest. My little princess probably hasn’t had a sexual thought in her entire life!”

“Yeah…” Europa replied, distantly. “Forget I asked.”

Europa’s expression was as unconvincing as an Applejack lie and his muzzle grew a shade redder but I didn’t question him further. Being an avowed prude, he would no doubt be scandalized to learn that his daughter will lose her virginity someday, despite his wishes she remain pure.

“Hey!” Europe scowled at me. You just wrote our conversation into your story! Isn’t that breaking the fourth wall?”

“Oh, get over it, batty!” I picked my pencil back up and continued writing about the past.

*****

I was first told the story of Rosa Salvaje as a twelve-year-old filly living near Santa Neigh, New Neighico after a fairly ordinary life of just being a cute, innocent little filly who neither knew nor cared about sex — sheltered as I was with other foals my age or younger. By now, the tale had passed into myth. A curse that lasts across generations? Nonsense! Or so the arcane theorists now say.

Testing by modern means has revealed no evidence of any hex on me or my equally aurally endowed mother. As for the zebra being the villain of the story? Obviously a relic of centuries-old tribalism and hatred of other equines who’d sailed over to A-Mare-ica from across the Antlertic fleeing alternately the Gryphon Empire’s depredations or the Kirin Imperium’s attempts to expand their reach to a new continent. Such inane bigotry was thankfully dying out in our more enlightened and peaceful times.

But for as outlandish as the legend is, there remains one constant truth from the tale: My life, like those of many of my fabled female ancestors over generations, has been defined by two things: having one sexual interaction after another and by possessing two of the largest satellites in Equestria not called the Sun and the Moon attached to my head. Either by coincidence or design, large ears meant large erotic attractors and appetites for all my ancestors, and it would be no different for me.

After being told the tale of Rosa Salvaje, I was given my first cup of Moon Tea and told where I could get more. Not only would it keep me from getting pregnant, but it would also preserve all my eggs in stasis so when I was ready to start a family, I’d be able to have one as large as I wanted.

And in my family, we liked them big. Really big.

“Just remember never to touch a married stallion, Rose. And do not marry until you are ready to remain faithful,” My Mother, Apache Plume had warned me. “Not all who’ve been born with your… condition… have been so wise with their desires and they have lived lives of ruin. But if you keep the narrow path, your ‘curse’ will not be as terrible as it sounds. You may even find the experience enjoyable!”

“Yes, Momma,” I replied, somewhat perplexed. I hadn’t experienced anything like estrus yet and while I’d known fillies in school who had, they hadn’t turned into mindless zombie ponies or anything; just smelled funny for about a week and got better. I’ll admit,

I found the whole experience of being told the story and drinking my first cup of tea entirely anti-climatic, but I dutifully drank my tea day after day from that day forward; naive, innocent, and eleven years old, as asked. Even as my tiny filly world, at least at first, remained the same.

And then everything changed.

*****

I lay in bed, eyes closed and gently stroking my fillyhood, my moaning all but drowned out by the cheap, crystal-powered air-conditioning unit in the window next to me. My two older sisters, who shared my simple barracks with me on our family’s multiple-building compound, were away at the time, granting me the rare opportunity for some privacy. Such were the joys of being the fifteenth of twenty-seven foals born to a single mother!

Extended family also lived nearby in similar compounds, all tied together by a series of dusty dirt roads and scattered dwellings out in the desert. We called our home “Nuevo Dureingo”; a semi-autonomous tribal nation claimed by the exile Rosa’s descendants. It had been declared a native reservation by the Equestrian government when they incorporated majority-pony Northern Espoña into itself.

In fairness, it wasn’t a bad arrangement. It was like we ruled over our own little country. We even had our own set of laws!

Of course, we produced things as well. We had a service industry in the form of filly-run lemonade stands, ice cream shops and bakeries. You’d be shocked how good we could cook cactus, turning it into a dish we called ‘nopalitos’ and served by the pound.

More adult-oriented services like fixer-uppers to keep things repaired and shops to buy groceries were family-run affairs as well. Mining and rock farming operations too were just starting up at the time. As far as money, tourists made up the majority of ND’s economy, attracted to our humble micronation by our accommodating nature, rustic charm, and sexual openness. Our age of consent was twelve, a subject of constant complaint by our large neighbor, the Neigh Mexicolt province, who surrounded us on all sides.

On a related note, we also held the world’s record for number of travel bans in the world and have even been threatened, somewhat facetiously, with military invasion but Celestia had our back and dismissed the Minotaur ambassador for his little stunt. Praise the Sun!

My sister, Molly Kit-cat, aged seventeen, had a job at the convenience store and loved to let the other mares and jennies in town know it by spending all of her bits on new clothes. My other sister, Market Garden, was probably hanging out with her coltfriends to get ice cream and other treats. Being only fourteen, she was just as broke as I was, after all. She did have this habit of being too ambitious and traveling too far away from home, making our mother admonish her on more than one occasion that someday, she’d go a bridge too far.

It was just as well they were gone. Because I was teetering on the brink of madness being on the last day of my yearly estrus cycle and was in no mood to deal with anypony.

So naturally, there was a knock at the door.

I opened my eyes and gasped at the string of opaque nectar clinging to my hoof. It looked like I’d been leaking marshmallow creme, and I’d been in such a haze and stupor that I hadn’t even realized it. I hurriedly wiped my hoof off onto my sheets and looked up at the clock on the wall, gaping at what I saw — I’d been touching myself for the last three hours!

There was no way I was answering that door in my current state. And then I heard the visitor speak. “Hey, Kit-cat, are you home?”

My eyes widened as I recognized the voice. Celestia help me, it was Kit-cat’s saddle buddy! Not a committed coltfriend and far from marriage material, according to Kit-cat herself, but a fun lay and definitely worth repeat ruttings.

The sound of his deep voice had awoken something inside of me. It was what I imagined losing my mind must feel like — an out-of-body experience where I perceived myself from a third-pony perspective.

My ears, each twice the length of my tiny filly head, were fully streaked in red. My normally two-tone pink and red mane lay lank and sweaty on my scalp, despite the cooling breeze from the old, overworked and obsolete A/C. And at that moment, I realized why Mom had told me about Rosa and why I was already taking birth control. I somehow knew there was a young stallion of eighteen on the other side of that door and what he was about to do to me, after a little friendly persuasion.

Kit-cat’s house cat, Mister Slippers, eyed me with mild interest from atop his climbing tower.

I looked back up at him. “This will be our little secret okay, Mister Slippers?”

“Meow!” he replied, as I opened the door.

“Oh, hey, Rosie! Is your…” The voice of the pegasus stallion, nicknamed “House Call” by the local jennies, drifted off when he took in the sight and scent of my sticky, sweaty form.

“Kit-cat is away right now. But are you sure you’re not here to see me instead?” I winked at him with my eyes suggestively, speaking in a voice that was somehow not my own. He was a true son of the colorful mesas out West, coated with gray fur accented by a mane and tail of red and yellow streaks topped by a cowpony hat. He looked every bit the part of a desert drifter and by all accounts, he felt every bit as good inside of you as he appeared outside.

House’s face flushed crimson and his wings twitched restlessly at his sides as he recognized my in-heat state. Instinctively, I knew we were both thinking the same thing. “Do you... want an honest answer to that, Rose?”

“I already know that you’ve slept with nearly every single long-eared jenny in town and now you’ve moved on to long-eared mares like my sister!” It was remarkable the kind of private details on pony’s lives you could pick up with superequine hearing capabilities. “I don’t mind at all. But you know who you’ve forgotten about, don’t you?” I gave him what I hoped was my most seductive wink.

“Shh!” House Call looked hurriedly behind and above him, taking pains to scan the skies, no doubt for passing pegasi peepers. Having found none, he looked back at me in excitement and wariness. “Let’s chat inside.”

I invited him in with a sweeping gesture of my leg. “It would be my pleasure!”

He closed the door behind him, and turned the locking bolt, his eyes locking briefly with those of Mister Slippers who was regarding him lazily from his perch. “I have no idea how you know so much about me. You’re only twelve years old! But I imagine with ears like yours, you hear quite a lot… don’t you?”

I nickered contentedly, regarding him with lidded eyes, my head turned back to look at him as I sashayed the short distance blindly into the kitchenette, stopping in front of the icebox. “I can practically hear your heart pounding in your chest right now, House! How about I pour you some iced tea?”

“Water will be fine, Rose. Thanks!” He took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his hind legs wide, balancing precariously against the back of the table as he leaned back. He’d dropped out of his sheath and was treating me to the sight of his stallion bits. You might be surprised how quickly he exposed both himself and his feelings to me, but he was a sex addict and he knew far more about me than he was letting on.

Then again, you could say both were true about me as well. I just didn't know it yet.

I pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and stood on it to grab a clean glass from the cupboard so I could fill it with water. It was well water and smelled a bit funny, but we were all pretty used to living it a bit rough in the desert. House Call, being a city slicker, would just have to make do.

“Thanks!” He gulped the entire tumbler down in one breath. I poured my own glass and did the same, the two of us pounding down one after another. Desert living sucks, literally, as in the water right out of you.

My eyes opened wide, the sound of hooves passing into my field of auditory detection. “Sister’s coming!”

On cue, the door opened after a moment’s manipulation with a key held in a hoof. As we watched, my sister, Molly Kit-cat, stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Our hearts froze as she looked up and saw us, to say nothing of our unmistakeable intentions. But instead of getting angry, she merely smirked ran a hoof through her two-toned black and yellow spiky mane, looking every bit the cat cutie mark stamped to her flank who’d swallowed the canary.

As he watched, she shrugged herself out of her saddlebag, bulging with no doubt hundreds of bits worth of new purchases, walked in a semi-circle around the two of us where we sat atop kitchen chairs and gave me an approving nod as got some water for herself. “About time you took some initiative, squirt!” He looked over at House and his stiffened stallion spire who grinned sheepishly back. “Somepony looks interested in my sister!”

“I’d say I could explain everything, Kit-cat, but you already have…” House admitted.

“Eh, don’t bother,” Molly Kit-cat pulled up a chair alongside us. “I appreciate you haven’t actually done anything with her yet. Mom would be righteously peeved if you came in here and helped yourself to my little sister. Not that I’m upset with you, Rose!” she winked. “I’m actually impressed you lasted this long before your first time!”

“Thanks, sis!” Kit-cat gently patted me on the head and the pair of us turned our attention to House. He was clearly enjoying the attention, his throbbing stallion meat fully elevated as he alternated his gaze between the two of us. “So I take it you’re willing to help Rosebud out with her little… problem?”

House nodded eagerly.

“How badly do you want it, House?” Kit-cat teased. “I mean she’s only twelve years old. Young and inexperienced. Only barely knows anything about the world. Are you willing to rob this precious little filly of her innocence so soon? She’s not even a teenager yet, the poor dear!” She pretended to draw me back against her protectively.

I knew she was teasing, but I still gave Kit-cat a look of ‘please stop now’, worrying that either by accident or design, she was about to talk him out of it. By the way he began shivering in his chair, he looked about ready to change his mind and leave immediately. And I couldn’t blame him, seeing him squirm before my sister; his face was flushed, sweat pouring off of him as if he were being interrogated.

“Well, I might want it… some. Maybe.” He stammered. I spared him a moment of empathy at his tortured state.

“Kit-cat… I think he’s turning purple. Maybe you should stop…” I said in a small voice.

“Don’t be silly, Rose.” She got up and wrapped her lips around his erect stallionhood and gave it a lick. He grunted, looking at me with desperation in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine. “I’m just priming the pump for you.”

After a few more caresses of her well-practiced tongue, briefly but teasingly enveloping his head in her muzzle, Kit-cat withdrew her muzzle from him, looked at me and licked her lips. Getting close to me, she whispered softly into my ear. “Trust me, he gets so much more excited when you shame him like this. We’ve already talked at length about him taking your virginity. Mom’s cool with it, too. I’m so excited for both of you!”

I broke out into a fit of giggles, my tail taking complete control, whizzing back and forth behind me as I sat otherwise frozen with an expression of sheer joy across my face.

“You can thank me later, maybe by taking over my chores next week.” Kit-cat rubbed my head again and walked over to the door leading to her room. “Now, if you’re both ready, I’d like for this to happen in my bed. Much more room in there for me to watch and I need to strip the sheets anyway.”

“W-watch?” The hammering in my chest intensified — I had no idea before that moment that I enjoyed the idea of being observed.

“Don’t worry Rose. Come on in, you two.” Kit-cat gestured us both inside, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck when I walked through the door slightly nervously, dragging me forward. She stopped long enough to close the door behind me — I could barely hear it at that point from the pounding of my heart in my enormous ears — and from my right, my sister laid his hoof on my withers. She then pushed back slightly against my chest, gently but insistently urging me in that direction until I was near the edge of the bed. House was behind me, still standing on the bedroom floor. I stopped moving back when I felt House’s hoof touch my rump.

“Perfect positioning! Let House get a good look at you, now.” I felt the pressure on my chest relieved, Kit-cat, giving me a comforting smile. “How do you feel, Rose?”

“I’m really nervous!” I admitted, starting to overheat and sweat hard as the situation and promise of my first time took hold. “But I don’t care. I need this, sis. I need House’s help!”

“Then let me help you!” his voice chimed in from behind me. My body tilted back as House climbed onto the mattress with his forehooves; his slightly bushy but still soft belly fur rubbing sensually against the bare skin of my back, having a very short and very fine beige coat befitting a filly of my tropical heritage.

And then I felt it for the first time; a set of soft lips against my sensitive ear.

“AHHHHHHHH~!”

“Whoa, easy there!” House whispered to me, though he immediately stopped what was he doing. “Wow… I didn’t expect that! Did you come already, Rose?”

“A-almost!” I admitted with a whimper. “I’m very sensitive there!”

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” House replied patiently, rubbing my withers gently and glancing over at my sister, who had withdrawn from the immediate scene but was now sitting just a couple paces away, watching raptly.

“Yes!” I shivered at the thought of his soft lips and the tip of his tongue touching me in such a vulnerable yet exposed place. It wasn’t just my ears, either — I felt more vulnerable at that moment than I ever had in my entire life! I was giving myself to a stallion I only barely knew! A stallion who dwarfed me in stature to such a degree that he was having to stand on the floor just to pull himself level with my belly!

I had to admit, it felt amazing — to command the attention of not only a male but an experienced lover, like I was his equal.

“Just hold still, Rose.” He pressed his erection against my nascent teats, gliding it back and forth between them as I gasped my approval; my small nubs engorging beneath the friction of his impressive phallus. “You shorthaired fillies really do feel everything, don’t you?”

“We do,” Kit-cat answered for me, her voice slightly breathless. “But that means we can be oversensitive as well. So be gentle with her, Lovebird; at least until you can figure out what’s okay and what’s not for her.”

“Yeah… she’s right. We should probably start off slow, Rose.” He withdrew his shaft from me, dropping down onto all fours. I turned to face him, feeling a bit down. It had felt really amazing to feel his warm hardness grinding up against me, and even if it made me climax too quickly, I didn’t care — it was still my first ever orgasm from the opposite sex!

He climbed into bed with me, laying on his back and inviting me to climb on top of his belly. His erection, like a fifth leg to my young filly eyes, was still pulsing eagerly; I could already see fluid beading out the tip. “So let’s do this properly and start with a bit of snuggling.”

“Okay!” I tossed a lock of lank, sweaty mane away from my eyes; all the better to look at my first-time lover.

“For your first time, it’s best to go at your own pace. So I recommend standing over my belly…” He tapped it with his hoof. “... and bracing your rear up against this.” He gave his erection a stroke, sending a drop of precum leaking down both flare and shaft. “I may not be going directly in, but you’ll be surprised how great it feels!”

I put a hoof over my mouth and giggled. Some of it was tittering nervousness, but some of it was because he sounded like a teacher instructing a student — clearly, he’d deflowered a very young filly before! “Okay!” I moved in position over his belly, stopping to swivel my ears at a dissonant source of sound behind me.

It was then I heard the front door open. Three ponies walked inside, one obviously being my sister, Market Garden, judging from the sounds of her pleasured maresong echoing from the walls, and the other two were stallions by the deepness of their voices, whispering promises of greater enjoyment to be had once they’d reached her bedroom. Seems I wasn’t the only filly getting lucky that night!

“Figures she’d be back a bit early.” Kit-cat sighed as all activity stopped. I turned to face her as she walked to the door, intending to step out — at that point, I realized I actually wanted her there, for simple reassurance.

“But…”

“I’ll be right back, Rose. I need to go ask Market a favor. Just remember, if Mom asks, I never left the room, okay?” Kit-Cat glanced over from me to House Call. “Do try not to get too adventurous while I’m away either, alright?”

I winked to her by way of response before facing House again who brushed his stallionhood up and down against both of my holes. I skewed my tail to the side as his member pressed up against the furless dock of my tail, allowing it to grind its way past while I leaned into the unfamiliar but immensely pleasurable contact with excited nickers of content.

He parted my vulvar curtains along the way, grinding sensually against my hot, throbbing clitoris — I had no idea such a small thing could deliver such big pleasure! — before pressing his head firmly against the bumpy skin of my tender, donut-shaped ring of muscles beneath my tail.

I couldn’t help but turn around to look, only to be greeted by the sight of his filly-slickened flare rising up above the curve of my back with a clear three-inches of shaft to spare!

And he was going to put that monster inside of me.

For the first time, I felt a moment of anxiety. “Uh, House? I don’t know if…” my words died in my throat as he shushed me with a gentle lick of my cheek.

“Shh. It’ll be okay. Now give me a kiss, Rose.”

“Ah~! Okay…” I closed my eyes and leaned in close, opening my mouth slightly to accept his tongue. My lonesome nethers quivered to feel his touch upon them once more, but his lanky body was too simply too long. His forehooves roamed my breast and neck and slipped delicately across my ears, gently pinching the length he could reach in his slightly calloused hooves, earning a fresh moan.

They were a working stallion’s hooves with a well-established and undying hunger for large-eared mares and fillies. To him, that made my family a twenty-hour hour buffet. And yet, the thought of him sharing his love with my sisters only made me adore him more. That was the kind of family we were and still are to this day.

He shimmied his body back away from me, breaking our liplock, letting the shaft of his erection press hard up against my lonely and lovelorn filly bits once more, promising to pleasure them properly for the first time.

“Now, tell me how you like this!” He parted my lips and thrust his stallion saber up and into the slickened space between my lathered labia, grinding into my pre-teen nub with all the fury he could muster.

I reacted the way any filly in relentless estrus would, with incomprehensible gibbering giddiness. AHH~! “Mother Earth! AAAAH~!”

A pressure built between my legs, not unlike the urge to urinate but so much more immediate and breathtaking! Every nanosecond I got closer ramped my anticipation even higher. My body was a fire hydrant ready to blow with but a single turn of the laborer’s wrench.

A nitrogen flash streaked white across my eyes; I later realized I’d been breathing too fast and was in the early stage of hyperventilation. My vocal cords strained from my fillysong, the dripping wetness down my backside accelerated with each kiss of his stallionhood across my entrance. My eardrums ached from the strain and increasing oversensitivity; I knew if I didn’t cum soon, I’d probably deafen myself.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. It came suddenly, almost hitting me like a lightning bolt. The only warning sign I had was my heart skipping a beat before my entire body seemed to explode in sheer pleasure, my muscles spasming as a solid stream of filly cream arced out of me.

It splattered wetly against his shaft, spraying audibly all over my rump and nethers like a garden hose under pressure, maintaining a constant stream. I looked down at House’s face in shock and disbelief even as the heavenly chorus of the Summerlands sang down to me from on high. The high-pressure stream from my immature sex ebbed and surged and ebbed again, each repetition incrementally relieving the interminable pressure inside of my core until finally, I was spent.

I heard the door open behind me again and the voice of my sister call out to me as if from across the other end of an enormous canyon. “Wow, that is some orgasm you got, sis — I heard it all the way across the house! You definitely have a wet future ahead of you! So, I’ve got some news...”

I turned my head automatically at the sound of my sister’s voice, comprehension slowly catching up with me as I stared blankly at her. “N-news?”

“I just talked to Market’s two stallion saddle buddies and they definitely want to rut you once you’re done with House. But only if you want to!” The look on Kit’s face told me that she meant what she said and was not keen on the idea at all. “Look, Rose — you’re still young and House here is more than enough for even most fillies his age. If my first time is any guide, you’re going to be tired and sore and want nothing more than to go to bed after this.”

“Oh please, Kit, please!” I pleaded, surprising myself with my own heartfelt desire. “I want to give myself to them too! I can feel this… tugging in my heart. I must share my body with them both, even if I’m up all night!”

Kit lowered her ears and bit into her lip. “I had a feeling you’d say that, Rose. I won’t stop you from trying but I’ll ask you to drink this...” She hoofed over a plastic jug full of water she’d had resting on her back. “And one for you too, House. You’ll both need it!”

I took a sip of water and smiled at House. “Please tell me we aren’t done yet?”

House chuckled and shook his head; his unsated stallion shaft still swaying in the breeze beneath his belly. “Are you kidding? We’ve only barely just started, Rose! I’ve got two full weeks of pent-up seed from being stuck in military drills at Camp Bottle Grotto and even at age twelve, you’re the most beautiful, feminine creature I’ve seen in years!

“I just want you to know that I’m not going to hold anything back on you just because you’re a filly and there are two other stallions who want to share you. So before we go on… are you one-hundred percent sure about this, Rose?”

“Yes!” I hissed quietly as my fillyhood winked its acquiescence; the pressure inside of me building anew. I brought the jug of water to my lips and started to drink, anticipating the long night ahead. “And you will cum inside of me tonight, soldier! That’s an order…”

“Only once?” he replied, smugly.

“At least once… in all three holes.” I wasn’t about to let this big pony forget who he was dealing with. Even if I was young, I was still a New Dureingoan, and we prided ourselves on our lovemaking above all else. And it helped that I’d picked up a lesson or two from my sisters on how to talk dirty to a stallion since moving into their barracks.

“You mean in all five, Rose.” He gave my right ear a long, wet lick by way of explanation.

“Five it is.” I made a mental note to write his name down in my diary as soon as he’d finished with me, so that I could remember it and the night to come for the rest of my life.

“Bring it on!” I taunted, to which he gave an almost predatory growl.

“You got it, filly! Now let’s get started…”

Author's Note

Remember the gravity well that made this all possible!