Wrapped in a cocoon of silky sheets and hubby’s leathery wings as I sat at my desk swaddled like a foal, I stared blankly at the parchment beneath me, pen secured to my teeth.

I have a confession to make. No, not that kind of confession! Anypony or batty reading this by now has an understanding of my total lack of shame when it comes to matters of intimacy. The truth is, readers, I really hate writing. Seriously. It doesn’t fulfill a desire or give me some deeper meaning to my existence. I do because I need to, as surely as I must eventually breathe after holding my breath for too long.

But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

Europa’s wings caressed my back, though my stress refused to give out. My neck and back tensed. I yawned uncontrollably, my jaw popping audibly every five minutes as I did so. The very act of thinking was making my ears ring.

“Rose, if you keep yawning like that, I’m going to fall asleep.” Europa stifled a yawn with his hoof. “Even you can’t be thinking about sex all the time! Don’t force it, dearest. The Muse will find you prepared to write another day.”

I sighed and gently sat the pen down in the inkwell atop my bedstand, at least grateful for the reprieve. “If only that day ever came.”

“Rose…” Europa nuzzled my cheek. “Really now! Why the unusual pessimism all of a sudden?”

“It’s just… this story is going to take so looong!” I groused.

“But you aren’t going anywhere, my love!” Europa replied airily. “And if nothing else, your ability to take sex for a long, long time is well documented.”

I snorted loudly, unable to keep the grin off of my face. “Fair enough, handsome!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, love. Though with regards to your writer’s block… if I might make a suggestion?” Europa rested one of his hooves on the blank parchment. “If you are finding it difficult to remember or recount what happened next, you could skip ahead instead of writing a chronological account of events.”

I cringed hard, letting him know my true feelings about skipping ahead, but he was determined to plow ahead with his idea.

“I mean it. Instead of writing another chapter set in Nuevo Dureingo, write one set in Detrot. Or write about the time you first visited Thestralslovakia! Did you really rut your way into the country after forgetting your passport? The readers must know!” Europa rubbed his hooves together; I could easily picture images of throngs of zebras and thestrals penetrating me endlessly floating one by one into his mind like a twelve-course sexual buffet.

“Now, Batty, you know I can’t operate like that!” I waved my hoof bashfully at him to let him know I appreciated the idea. “For some reason, I can only write forward through time. It’s a curse!”

“So many stallions, but as there is only one of you, each must wait his turn. ‘Tis the burden us males must bear, it seems.” Europa made a face like a filly ready to start crying, his eyes welling up with tears he conjured up seemingly out of nowhere. If Europa’s special talent wasn’t speaking to animals, he would make a fine actor!

“Oh, I don’t know about that!” I teased his exposed, royal-pedigree apples with the fine hairs of my striped tail, making him lurch suddenly and take a ragged breath. “Aitne can certainly fill you in on what being filled out by a zebra feels like!”

Europa seemed to visibly swell with pride as he puffed out his chest. “We did well on her, didn’t we? Married to a notable warrior from across the sea. And quite the hunter at that! Killed a chimera with a spear — a spear!” My husband made a stabbing motion toward the closet with an invisible weapon. “He may look a bit unusual around these parts but he’s a thestral at heart. And I’m sure she’s enjoying the fact that he can rut her for hours on end without a break.”

“She got that from me. Wait until you see the gorgeous color patterns our grandfoals will have!” I thought of my sister Molly living in Detrot. Our family’s bright colors combined with her husband’s stripes had produced a batch of the most beautiful, tie-dye-colored offspring Equestria has ever seen!

But that’s a story for another day.

“I look forward to it, Rose. And hearing from you about your own experience!” Europa’s expression grew contemplative. “But… on the matter of your tribe’s matriarch — this is just occurring to me now — Did you not tell anyone else in your family about speaking with her from the afterlife? I was honestly a bit disappointed I didn’t get more detail on that at the end of the last chapter.”

I rolled my eyes at him as he started to laugh, which caused my ears to splay back reflexively. “Okay, okay. You don’t have to remind me that some readers thought the last chapter ended a bit… abruptly, yes. Don’t worry, Batty; when I find it in me to write again, I’ll address it. Honestly, I just didn’t want to end a chapter on a bit of me talking to the family after a pair of stallions had just finished deflowering my virgin, filly fun holes.”

“If you say so, dearest. Just please tell me you’re going to write this little conversation into the next chapter. You’re so cute when your ears go all attack mode like that!” He began to laugh even harder at me when I started started twitching them up and down while scowling at him, wordlessly.

Unable to maintain the unamused act, I started laughing too.

“Thanks for the support, Europa. I think my writer’s block is finally clearing out.” My eyes met his as I gave my lips a suggestive lick. “And when I’m done, it’s not my ears that will be doing the attacking…”

“I will hold you to that, love.” Europa gave the sensitive tip of my right ear a quick nibble; I cooed back at him with approval before starting to write.

My First Date

House Call and I woke up the following day to the sound of my sister Market Garden orgasming loudly from the other room. The sound quickly reached the roosters cooped outside nearby to the barracks and they immediately started crowing in unison, as if in appreciation of a fellow male’s efforts.

Light shined into the room brightly through a crack in the curtains, telling me we’d slept well past my usual wake-up time. Groaning, I wasn’t fully aware of my state or compromising position until I shifted slightly only to find myself held fast from an unlikely location.

It was only then I was awake enough to sense House Call’s stallionhood embedded deep inside of me, and the night’s events began to come back to me. Cave Diver had stayed true to his name, having opened my filly cave fully to his erotic advances and, after falling asleep, I awoke to find House Call next to me who was eager for a second round with my feminine entrance. The slick but now chilly wetness between my thighs — to say nothing of the fullness in my belly — told me his efforts to stay hydrated had paid off the night before.

Feeling myself move against him, I felt him begin to stir awake and not being consumed by lust at that time — yes, it does happen! — I could appreciate the simple pleasure of his thick, shaggy coat against my tiny body on a chilly Neuvo Dureingo morning.

“Rose…” he whispered in my ear before kissing it. “That was the best rut I’ve ever had. You’re a treasure, and I’m ready again when you are!”

He clearly hoped a little flattery would entice me, and though he wasn’t wrong, I shook my head. “We have to go talk to Mom first!”

“Aww!” Though disappointed, he relented; the sound of slick suction greeted my ear as he slowly pushed me off of his stiffened member. I hopped off the bed, trailing a thick stream of cum behind me.

“I’m so sorry, House!” I drooped my ears contritely, facing him up on the bed. “We’ll have plenty of time on our date!”

“On… our date? As in… during our date!?” House grinned widely, his grin and only slightly flaccid stallionhood perking up against almost instantly..

I grinned back. “Only if Mom isn’t upset with us for keeping her waiting. Now let’s get clean!”

House gave a wing salute and followed behind me. “Lead the way, ma’am!”

After we gathered up all of the things we needed to make a bath for us in the barracks shower, House graciously carried for the both of us, balancing towels and soap on his wings much like my dear Husband is known to do. All the while, he teased me continuously; alternately nipping at my ears, licking the nubs of my nascent teats or tickling at my filly entrance with the tips of his wings.

“Come on, just one more go?” he finally said, his organ throbbing hard beneath his belly.

“Come on, House! It won’t be nearly as much fun later if we do it now.” In truth, I was feeling a bit proud of myself for denying him his fun at that moment. Even as young and sorely tempted as I was, I could perceive the level of control I already had over him and found it quite heady. “You haven’t even asked me where you’re taking me yet!”

House turned the knobs against the wall — it always took forever to get hot water this far from the water heater. “Now that you mention it… I kind of assumed we’d go cloud camping or something. Fillies love that!”

I shook my head as the pair of us climbed into the tub. “That sounds totally scary! But no, it is almost one hundred percent guaranteed that Mom will send us to the waterpark instead.”

“The waterpark, huh?” House lathered my back up with soap and started scrubbing gently, the thin now-sodden hairs of my short beige coat barely concealing the pink skin beneath it. “Now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense that your parents would want a lot of other ponies around to keep watch on you.”

I felt strangely guilty at that moment. Could it all have been him improvising the entire time? He must have really been nervous when he first met me. “It’s so strange to think you’ve never slept with somepony my age. You treated me so well earlier. It was like you’d done it before.”

“Thanks,” he replied somewhat bashfully. “I’ve been with a lot of older fillies, yeah. But you carry a lot more maturity than most foals your age. I just treated you as I would if you were older… though as you saw, I was still having doubts about going through with it.”

“Because I’m so young.” I felt the guilt wash over me anew.

House ruffled my mane. “You’re fine, Rose. You’re more than fine. You treated me really well too!”

“Yay!” I clopped my forehooves together. “It must have been really weird for you. Ponies outside of my tribal land are really mean but we love everypony here. We even love those ponies who hate us… if only from a distance.”

House laughed at that. “I know what you mean, Rose. Some of us ponies can only be loved an arrow’s flight away from us.”

We were silent for some time while we showered before stepping out of the bathtub and toweling off. “Hey, House? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Rose. What’s up?” House replied.

“I want you to know something — something my Mom told me about the waterpark.”

House looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. “Yes?”

“A lot of ponies there are just like you and me. And you won’t have to feel weird or uncomfortable there. You’ll see.” I reached up and hugged him around the neck.

“Wow, really? That would be great. And if you’re really going to take me there, then I think I love you, Rose.” House wrapped a thick leg around my middle and hugged me back. “I love you and your tribe!”

*****

A group of my brothers and sisters surrounded us almost as soon as we’d walked out from the barracks and onto the dirt road, calling out to me.

“Rosa’s mark!”

You go, little sis!”

“I can’t believe Rosa Salvaje walks among us again! You’re still my little sister though!”

“I can’t believe it was you and not Market Garden!”

“Come on, Rose! Mom wants to see you!”

Surrounded on all sides, we were swept through the throng of ponies by the crowd. I was lifted and stood on House Call’s back to wave to everyone on the road. As soon as they saw me, I heard cheers. I waved back at everypony with a wide grin. An older mare came running up, a great aunt, who gave me a floral wreath.

“Bless you, Rose! Carry her spirit well!” I perked my ears up to allow the old mare to press the wreath onto my head. The heady aroma of wild desert flowers struck me immediately.

“I will, Auntie Forsythia! Thank you all!”

“You’re like royalty to them now!” House made himself just audible over the din of the crowd.

Not that I was the only one! The tall, handsome pegasus was garnering a lot of attention himself. Mares held out their tails, brushing them against his wings and legs and he walked past.

The family home — at least the home Mom, Dad, and part of my family lived in — came into view; its pale peach adobe brick glowing slightly beneath the desert sun.

A cheer came up from the adult ponies on the stone pathway I recognized as my extended family leading up to the yard to the front door. Dad and Mom stood at the fore; Mom wearing a Sponish gown with a long train that draped off of her tail, striped in black, red and gold.

Atop her head was an embroidered, dainty and frilly white cotton head scarf that covered the whole of her mane, even covering the considerable length of her ears like a stocking — all the better to keep them from scorching in the heat. She lifted me off of House’s shoulders and nuzzled my face before placing me back on my lover’s withers.

My Dad wore similar coverings over his own tall, thin Donkeyish ears but those were made out of utilitarian hay straw. He always was a no-nonsense workstallion kind of father. He tipped his coco-brown-trimmed Panamareian hat at me in greeting, smiling warmly.

“Is it true, my Rosebud? You spoke to Rosa Salvaje?” I responded to my mother with a nod.

The whole group of ponies behind me went quiet.

Mom lowered her voice to barely a whisper. “What did she say?”

I looked behind me, sensing dozens of eyes piercing the back of my head. Their ears tilted, all the better to allow them to home in on every word. “Um... not too much. She said it was her best rut in many years.”

“On your first rut!?” Mom exclaimed, falling back on her haunches hard and pressing her forehooves together as if in meditation. “By Rosa’s fertility! If only I were there to witness such coitus! Not that I think you’re lying, Rose, but I must ask Rosa herself what happened. Even among those of us with the gift to speak to our departed Mother, such praise is not common in our early years.”

I couldn’t help but wish she’d said a bit more to me than that, but then again, Rosa did have other ponies to speak to. A small number of our matriarchs who’d distinguished themselves as breeders could not only speak to our Eternal Mother but manifest her spirit on certain holidays. The idea of her ghost standing there surrounded by living ponies always seemed disturbing to me, not like the comfort I felt having her speak directly to me in a dream, so I’d made it a point to avoid these meetings whenever possible growing up.

Her eyes still closed, Mom nodded her head, her lips moving though no sound was made. After several seconds of silence, she opened her eyes and looked straight at me, a look of shock on her face. “You took him under your tail!?”

Busted. “Yes, Mama…”

Mom grit her teeth and cast her gaze into the crowd. “Molly, I know you’re out there! Get over here!”

Though she was visibly cowed and even cringed briefly when I spotted her, Molly emerged and set herself between myself and Mom. She bowed so low, her teats were dragging the stone path as she walked. Is that going to be me in four years? Goodness, it’s lucky for her she wore her brassiere this morning! Note to self, invest in that extra padding.

Molly sat down on her haunches heavily, tail twitching nervously across the stone. “I swear I watched her like I promised, Mom!”

“And you let her do that!? She could have been seriously hurt!” Mom replied.

I knew House had been rather assertive, especially early on when I’d seen how large his endowment had been but I wasn’t about to see him blamed or my sister for that matter. So I hopped off of House’s back and stood next to Molly. “Mom, everything that happened was my idea. I trusted House and still do.”

It was true even if my rear was still pretty sore. I knew I wasn’t going to be sitting right for days but did not share that thought with anypony else.

“I appreciate your willingness to admit responsibility, Rose,” Mom said patiently, “but Molly should have tried to talk you out of it. If you had thought it was a good idea to go jumping off cliffs, your sister would not have simply let you ‘take responsibility’ for you taking a flying leap, no?”

“No, Mom.” Adults were good at arguing and so I had to concede defeat. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more careful.”

Mom smiled. “Fortunately no serious harm occurred last night. But I can tell you’re hurting, filly. You’ll want a bag of ice to sit on for a couple of days while you heal up,” she said, this time causing me to cringe, and then grimace as her words caused me to feel the pain anew. And I expect no further anal adventures from you until you feel better. Understood?”

“Yes, Mom.” I nodded. “Is it really that obvious I’m sore?”

Mom waved a hoof dismissively. “My dear, I don’t need Rosa to tell me how deep your lover was splitting you open last night. You don’t think your old mare was taking it under the tail as soon as she turned twelve? It was misery having to wait a full year to start rutting. I was an early bloomer — ten years old — when I first felt the desire to mate. I was running every smooth, rounded surface that would fit inside my marehood and… the other place… the first chance I could get until I turned twelve.”

Judging by the way her tail had started flagging, she was being acutely reminded of the lust she’d felt.

Realizing she was lapsing into memories and in danger of embarrassing herself, Mom snapped herself out of her reverie as her expression became a bit cagey. “I may also have had to go to the doctor at one point, and doing too much too soon meant I couldn’t do any more for a while without worsening the damage. So I just wanted to spare you the suffering.”

“Thanks, Mom!” I ran up to her and gave her a hug around the neck. “I promise I’ll be more careful!”

“I know you will, sweetie! And I trust your handsome coltfriend will as well, yes?” Mom batted her long eyelashes in House’s general direction.

“Ma’am, yes Ma’am!” He called back to her, unable to resist stretching himself out to show off his still-dangling organ

“I will hold you to that. Run along back to your lover, sweetie…” Mom said to me gently before I found myself being placed onto House’s back once more. “Enough lectures for now. For now, we eat!”

And so we had. Tables were placed outside and in to seat everypony. The entire family showed up, along with a few neighbors who pitched in and brought over their own homemade dishes to complement our meal. That’s just how it was back home. We were one extended family with very expansive ears.

*****

The sun was high in the sky by the time House and I left Mom’s place, now wearing matching red and yellow ribbons tied around the base of our right ear.

To no surprise, Mom had decided on the waterpark.

A cyclone fence surrounded the massive property. Despite the arid environment, the wonders of magic and technology conspired to create a vast park filled with pools, slides, and walkways paved with this fancy new rock-replacement technology called ‘concrete’. Green grass lined the paths everywhere and smiling happy pony faces, visible from outside the property, giggled and screamed as they sailed down tubes of fast-moving rapids into the water below.

As we got closer to the entrance, however, our view was obscured by two large buildings and a giant sign bearing the name of the waterpark. Filly Funzone.

“So… what do you think?” I asked House, gesturing towards the turnstile in front of us where ponies waited in line to enter.

House was silent for a moment before saying. “It looks like an ordinary waterpark to me. Though, it’s probably using some sort of magic to recycle the water.”

I nodded, pointing at a tall pointy crystal pillar partially concealed by tree cover just inside the waterpark’s fence line. “I have no idea how it works but it keeps the water clean, too.”

House sniffed the air. “Yeah… now that you mention it, there’s no chlorine smell. In fact, I smell funnel cakes!”

“Funnel cakes, ice cream, cotton candy, chimi cherry changas, banana rama ding-dongs, you name it!” I piped up, causing some of the ponies in line to look back at us. “But we’re not allowed to go back in the water once we eat, so we can do that later. The lifeguards freak out if you try.”

“Fair enough!” House replied, his voice sounding somewhat strained. A pair of fillies waved at the two of us, smiling really huge. They looked to be around my age and definitely in my tribe, given their unusually long ears which were daubed with a thick coat of what appeared to be sunscreen.

“You alright, House? You sound a bit… worried,” I asked.

He hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s just… this really does feel like an ordinary water park. Isn’t it a bit weird for your parents to send us to a waterpark to… you know…” House’s voice trailed off.

I looked at him in shock. “Don’t ponies go on dates at waterparks where you come from? They’re so perfect for sharing your love! At least, that’s what ponies here tell me.”

“Really?” House didn’t sound convinced to me. “But how does that work with everypony watching?”

“Oh, lots of different ways! I’ll explain what I know once we get inside.” I poked at House’s flank, causing him to jump slightly. “Come on, stud, we’re holding up the line!”

“Oh!” House exchanged bits for entry into the park and we both showed out matching ribbons to the mare at the booth.

“My, aren’t you two a cute couple!” The mare winked at us as she snapped a bracelet onto our front-right leg — a pass to come back later in the day if we had to go somewhere else. “Have fun, lovelies, and don’t forget to shower off before you step in the water! Take the first door to the right.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” we both replied, garnering a chuckle from House.

“You’ll be a proper wingmare before you know it, Rose! Once you sprout wings, that is!” House kissed me on the ear and we walked through the gates. The door on the right ended up leading us into one of the big buildings.

He stopped at the door, his hoof clutching the door handle. His head turned left then right, then left and right again. He turned to me looking utterly flummoxed. “Is this the right building? There’s only one door here…”

“I’m pretty sure the pool has just one shower.” I put a hoof to my chin, thinking. “Riiight, I’m remembering and Mom said it’s just one.”

House mouthed the word, “wow”.

House looked back at the door, stamped with the outline of a genderless Earth Pony. “You’re the intel officer, Rosie. Got any juicy info about this shower room before we step inside?”

“No running inside the shower area and watch where you step!” I recited from memory, remembering being scolded by my mother for exactly that the first time I’d visited as a six-year old filly.

“That… sounds like some pretty juicy intel,” House replied, his voice sounding strained again. “Ladies first.”

He opened the door and I walked inside. Immediately, steam fogged the surface of my eyes, causing me to blink. We’d entered a hallway tiled floor to ceiling with a door on the right wall which led into what I guessed was the shower room proper. The sound of water pattering against tiles filled the hall, interspersed with light moans, heavy breathing, and the lubricated thrusts of male equine anatomy slapping against soft filly rumps. Whispers carried on the steamy air the names of unseen lovers as we walked towards the source of the water sounds echoing slightly in the hallway.

“What in Hades?” House muttered to himself as a sharp cry rang out.

Unseen from behind the white-tiled wall between us and the showers, a filly climaxed with an immature, piercing cry followed by a gentle cooing sound. I heard a deep-voiced stallion whisper “I love you” before kissing what I guessed was probably her ear. At least if he were the courteous type.

“Don’t panic, House! They’re just getting warmed up,” I whispered to him.

“This is normal!?” He gave me a whispery hiss. “Where was that intel I asked you for not ten seconds ago?”

“Oh, hush! You didn’t want me to spoil that reveal for you, did ya?” I whisper hissed back. “I’m sure outsiders blow off steam in the shower room too sometimes!” One of the fillies gasped quietly. “Great, the fillies can hear us now! We made it weird and ruined their fun!”

“Ah-AHHHHHH!” a tiny filly voice cried out from just behind the wall; I judged her to be no more than twelve.

“Come on, House! Remember, when in Roam…” I walked through the opening to the shower room at the end of the hallway. If House was ever going to overcome the strangeness of his surroundings and the openness of affairs, he was going to have to get comfortable with it.

I remembered only when I passed through the door that it contained not the showers, but the locker room beside them. That explained why the building was so big! Rows of lockers took up most of the center of the room, some closed and others open revealing troves of sunscreen bottles, towels, foam floating noodles and the traditional “flippy-floppies” some foals like to wear on their hooves at the pool.

Most, however, were completely undressed.

Three fillies stood near the wall as I entered. The prettiest one — modeling a slicked-back ebon mane, neon blue eyes that seemed to light up her freckled face, a light-gray coat, and a row of ear piercings in each ear, looked up at me with filly creme slowly dripping down her muzzle. She was definitely not native to the reservation — not with piercings like that! — but was clearly mixed up with our tribe. Her coat was fluffy, like a northern pony, but her ears were long like ours.

On the other hoof, the lucky lady whose lustful lubricants she’d been feasting upon was definitely one of our race. Her sopping coat was so short, I could clearly make out the blue and violet-mottled skin beneath her cobalt-hued coat. The extended silence caught her attention and she looked up at me innocently before bowing her head full of curly golden locks ever so slightly in greeting.

The third filly paid me no mind at all but continued licking the insides of the golden-maned filly’s left ear, seemingly captured by its spell. Her marehood was twitching as she continued her sloppy massage. Despite her green head of mane being damp, it was still just as spiky as when she’d presumably styled it to the look that way.

House whinnied loudly from behind the wall, his erection now in evidence. “I don’t know if I should be in here, Rose!” He preemptively took a step back from the door, afraid to pass through it.

“House, come in here and look! You’ll definitely want to see this!” I called back to him.

He slowly peeked his head around the corner. It was the most incredible example of dawning horror I think I’ve ever witnessed. He was staring straight on, mouth slightly agape with his eyes level to the room as his field of vision took in more of it. And then, ever so slightly, seeing nothing, he tilted his head down to look at us. He made a slight ‘urk!’ sound, eyes taking in the sight of me with only his peripheral vision giving him a hint at what was going on to his right. That’s when he sighed with what I took to be resignation, sucked air in hard through clenched teeth, and having finished turning his head to face the flagrant filly fooling in progress, he made a guttural “ooooohhhhhuuugh” before biting into the nail of his hoof.

“Pretty neat huh?” I waved a hoof at the three fillies, the spiky green one had still not noticed me but was kissing the length of the blue filly’s neck as the latter cooed with delight.

“Is that colt with you, Rose? Nice!” The raven filly whistled at House. “You heard the lady, show us what you’ve got!”

I heard a rustling of stiffened wings followed by a loud fwoop. House groaned, “If anypony asks, I wasn’t here!”

The Pegasus side-stepped the rest of the way into the locker room, his wings hopelessly stiffened.

“Oooooh!” All three fillies were craning their necks to look up at him now.

“Wow, he’s got really big muscles!” The green filly said.

“And a really huge you-know-what!” Raven filly added, pointing between the stallion’s hind legs, causing his shaft to bulge harder despite his endearing but futile efforts to hide it

“Did we make you hard, mister Pegasus? Golden filly swept her wet mane out of her face. “It honors us to see you so excited!”

“You’re… uh, welcome! Or is it thank you?” House gave me a desperate look. “I can’t turn it off, Rose! I’m sorry!”

The four of us fillies giggled, appearing to make him even more flustered and excited. “Silly, House! She told you she was honored!” I turned to face the three. “You three are gorgeous! If I were a stallion, I’d be hard too!”

“Is your stallion okay with sharing you… Rose, is it?” Raven filly asked to which I nodded in the affirmative. “We’re going to find our way out to the woods near the pool when it gets dark and meet up with the other fillies from 25th and Broadway — You know what it is! Anyway, we were all going to take turns on Marigold here. She’s hopelessly submissive; her ears do all the thinking if you know what I mean!”

I indeed knew about the corner of 25th and Broadway located in Neigh Panamare, the town nearest our compound, and the notorious reputation fillies had there; and that’s saying something considering the reputation of our entire tribe. Let’s just say a filly who enters into it from one end of the block will have a dozen fillyfriends by the time she leaves whether she’s romantically attracted to fillies or not — if she ever leaves at all in the metaphysical sense. That place changes a gal forever. Never thought I’d meet one, much less three, of those original fillyfooling gangsters. But I’ll discuss them more another time.

The golden-maned filly waved her hoof. “That’s meee~! I’m so nervous but I know Rosa Salvaje is up in the Summerlands, cheering for me to do my best to rut every filly who asks!” She stepped towards me and kissed me on the base of my ear. “Your ears look like they do a lot of thinking too! Will you pleasure me?”

I stepped back, waving her off. “Wait… I-I’m not really into fillies!”

The three looked at me, “What do you mean? Every filly loves fillies!” The green-maned filly protested.

In my mind’s eye, I could see them — a pair of fillies dressed in white, their reflections shining back at me from the patio door. They were both taller than me; the two standing at least four inches higher at the withers than myself.

Thirteen years old at least, and I knew that all of them were friends of my sister. We spoke to one another once before, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was about. All I do remember is that one of them stroked my ear, causing something indescribable to well up in my tummy.

I also don’t remember the exact progression of events, but I was only ten years old the day we started kissing in the backyard, when Mom caught us doing it. I didn’t know what was happening, but Mom was very upset and the two fillies ran away crying.

“Rose!”

A filly’s voice brought me back to reality. “I’m sorry! I… should probably get going! It was nice to meet you, gals!” I glanced furtively at House, who looked at me as if I’d just landed from a flying saucer.

“Oh, come on! 25th and Broadway! I already said you know what it is!” Raven filly stated as a matter of fact but her friends shook their heads. I guessed they didn’t want to start trouble with fillies outside of their neighborhood. “Oh, okay. Well, if you change your mind… we’ll be waiting.” The raven-maned filly winked at me, flagged her tail to the side, and let me get a good long look at her curiously alluring labia, mottled pink and yellow, streaked with filly juices and capped from below with a very prominent and visibly engorged nub. With one last wink of her fillyhood, she rounded the lockers with her two companions and disappeared.

“What was that about, Rose?” House tilted his head towards the retreating fillies. “Do you have some history with those three?”

“I’ve never met them before in my life,” I admitted truthfully. “But the reputation they hold is the stuff of legends. They sure were cute though, huh? Shame they couldn’t have put on a show for you!”

He blushed deeper. “I saw a show, alright! But I’m more interested in the behind-the-scenes stuff that happened towards the end.”

“Behind-the-scenes?” I arched a curious eyeridge at him.

“Your sister never showed any aversion to fillyfooling fun when we used to date, and she slept with at least a dozen mares while we were dating. Your customs don’t limit how many fillies your age you can keep as mates, and well… Molly never said anything about you having an aversion to same-sex romance,” he explained, almost accusingly.

I stared back at him for a moment. “If I didn’t know any better, House, I’d say you were disappointed you didn’t get to see any action!” I slid forward on my forehooves, lofted my tail and spread my hind legs slightly, all the better to present myself to him. “It’s not too late~!”

House grimaced and couldn’t quite stifle a whinny before bumping me in the rump with his muzzle.

“Hey!” I protested. “Seriously, I have no idea why you’re being this intense about all the sex going on here. You were not twelve hours ago rammed up inside me like a drain stopper! I told you the ponies here were just like you and me and you looked happy to come! What’s changed?”

“Ugh! I’m just stupid, okay?” House grunted, rubbing his nose.

My suspicions were confirmed at that moment he’d not been truthful earlier about being excited about going to the pool. Here goes round two of trying to comfort my stallion, I thought to myself. “You’re not stupid, House. Just tell me what’s bothering you!”

“It’s difficult to explain… but I’ll try, Rose.” House sat next to me and cuffed a wing over my shoulder.

I nuzzled his wing, relishing the well-preened sleekness of each primary feather. “I’m listening, handsome!”

“You ever have a dream where you’re in a familiar, comfortable place but there’s something not right about it? Or maybe you’ve been somewhere that had a sort of uncanny vibe to it?” House asked.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry. ‘Uncanny’ is a big pony word I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Rose. I’ll explain it another way.” House thought for a moment and spoke. “Imagine you’re at home but it’s not really home but a parallel universe where Molly’s cats are multi-tailed foxes that can breathe fire and the ground is covered in a foot of snow at all times.”

I nodded slowly. “This sounds kind of awesome. Go on.”

“Well, you know for a fact that Molly’s cats aren’t foxes but nopony else acknowledges the differences in your understanding of the world but instead looks at you like a weirdo when you cry out in terror as one of the foxes sneezes hard enough to light the tip of your tail on fire,” House continued, making a concerned face.

“That does sound serious!” I put my forehooves to either side of my head.

“You understand now. That’s good!” House smiled and caressed my back with his wing. “That’s kind of like what being at this pool is. It’s close enough to being at a pool from where I’m from with ice cream and happy fillies and splashing water but there are unreal levels of sex going on.”

“So what makes sense inside of my room doesn’t make sense in this waterpark?” I asked.

“That sums my feelings up perfectly!” House replied. “Well, not perfectly. But you understand what I’m saying. There’s also the issue of never quite feeling safe with a filly as young as you.”

I felt my ears droop. “House… you can give me a chance, right?”

“Rose, of course I can!” House insisted. “And I did! And you were amazing!”

“Then you have to give the pool a chance. You need to give my tribe a chance. We aren’t like the outside world. We don't hate you for who you share your love with! We’re not like Equestria!” I slammed the floor with my hoof hard enough to make me wince. Ouch!

House folded his wings up against his flanks. “I will give the pool a chance. Once we’ve had a shower! You heard the mare, rules are rules!”

“Alright, alright!” He must be the only colt I’ve met who even cared about the shower rule. It’s not like the water wasn’t self-cleaning already! Defeated, I skulked off to the shower with him, swearing to myself he’d have to start being fun eventually. Maybe the third time trying to push him back onto the rails would be the charm.

The sound of coitus from the stalls slowly built back up as we showered off. I guessed we’d startled them somewhat, like animals in the woods who go quiet while the predator is near. House was aroused but he didn’t take advantage of me even when I cradled his erection on my back.

I sighed and thought to myself again. He has to start being fun eventually.

*****

We’d been swimming, slipping and sliding down tubes of water for hours, having reapplied sunscreen to each other’s back, face and ears three times by then.

Our skins were lightly tanned — mine especially, though I had to grease myself up in the most powerful waterproof sunblock available to avoid turning into a crispy critter. But the heat was definitely telling.

“Hey, House?” I climbed out of the pool after splashdown from the biggest slide in the park, tossing my filly-size inflated ring onto the pile of other rings. “I’m hungry. Can I get some ice cream?”

House nodded, smiling. “Sure, why not? I could go for one myself, if you’re up for a walk!”

“Sure!” We’d passed by the ice cream vendor on the way here. It was indeed quite a walk from our present location, but the lure of rocky road ice cream was too great so we both stowed our rings and set out on the path.

There was a noticeable increase in hoof traffic in the park, no doubt the presence of so many high-schoolers and workponies getting off of work and heading to the waterpark to unwind. While most of the ponies we’d encountered coming in had been around our age, far more adult stallions and single teenage fillies were walking around now too.

You could always tell a single teenager by the special tags they wore on their ears — a white letter ‘S’ in the middle of a tricolor field striped in red, yellow and green. I learned much later it stood for ‘salvaje’ or ‘wild’ in Equish, but I always thought it meant ‘single’ growing up.

Regardless of what it stood for, any filly in the park wearing the S-mark knew what might happen to them even if House didn’t.

But that was okay.He’d learn.

We stood in line behind one of the aforementioned fillies, a tall, sturdy gal with a khaki coat, brown mare/tail tied off in a pair of pigtails and strongly Donkey-ish features, even for a New Neighican. She couldn’t have been a day older than fourteen but was as tall as my mother and considerably more athletic.

A buckballer for sure, and a romantically successful one, I don’t doubt! I thought to myself, silently appraising her assets. The Princess of Love, no doubt punishing me for my denial, whispered something into one of her tall delicate ears, causing her to turn around and look down at me.

“See something you like, cutie?” The Amarezonian beauty planted a kiss on the inner part of my ear, causing my knees to quiver.

I squeaked quietly before retreating back a step and bumping into House. The spot where she’d kissed me smoldered as I stared up at her in awe. “Just… looking. I brushed my hoof against my ear where she kissed me. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

“It’s okay, amigo. I’m not here to find a filly but I appreciate the attention,” she said, apparently teasing me.

Hey, you came onto me first! Not that I asked you too! I thought. “Yes, well… I’m here with my coltfriend, House Call.”

“Oh, really? Nice to meet you, House Call. The name’s Cassandra — Cassandra Burrows.”

Donkey names are so weird! I thought to myself. I feel a tiny bit guilty now when I remember how quick I was to objectify her. But in my defense, I hadn’t met very many Donkeys to that point and they appeared very exotic and strange to me. I guessed at the time her mixture was three parts Donkey and one part pony, though her enormous ears very definitely took after the former..

I made no inquiries about that, though. Even at twelve, I knew it’d be considered rude to ask a total stranger what her percentage was unless she felt comfortable bringing it up. At the end of the day, we’re all New Neighicans. Instead, we had a relatively uninteresting conversation about nothing.

If only I could have done that day over again, dear reader. I’d have celebrated her for the treasure that she was, but Cassandra was not destined for me that day.

A tall stud of an Earth Pony looked over at the three of us making small talk and spotted Cassandra. A bear of a stallion, his back and limbs were powerfully built but he had a large and very unathletic belly. He was obviously a workstallion of the fixer ponies who helped keep civilization running out here in the desert. And I noted with some excitement that he also had a similar tag as Cassandra’s dangling from the base of his ear.

Cassandra’s tail immediately began to flag, her first swish nearing catching me full in the face. Sparing us further hazard, the Donkey Pony left the line and walked up to him. The two stopped in front of each other. They took turns bowing at one another. Their legs did all the talking. She lifted her weight off of one leg, and then the other, showing him she was nervous but politely interested while his legs remained unnaturally rigid — his back held straight and tall.

“An unescorted guest is a shame,” Cassandra finally said, breaking the silence. “Will you join me?”

“Aww, how sweet!” House whispered to me as the two started kissing right there on the path. “We’re watching love happen in real-time.”

Ponies stopped walking and turned to face the kissing couple. It was as if they could smell what was about to happen. Stallions and fillies alike began to whistle and whinny for the pair as they kissed open-mouthed, their saliva popping loudly enough to attract the attention of sensitive-eared New Neighicans from yards away. And like a swarm of piranhas, more ponies piled in until we formed a circle around the scene of the action.

“Rose, permission to flee the scene to get help!” House said frantically upon seeing me looking back at him.

“Denied! Get over here, you’re missing all the fun!” I waved at him to come over and watch the affair beside him.

“They… they look like they’re going to devour that filly!” House’s voice seemed to have gone up in pitch several octaves. I reckoned if his voice went any higher, the stallions might well mistake him for a filly and he’d see his fantasy realized!

“She’ll be fine! Now come on!” Something in my voice must have convinced him and with great reluctance, he did so, standing over the top of me — the fillies all took positions in the front of the circle as if they were posing for a photo with the adults behind them. Nopony ever had to be told what to do in situations like this, Molly once told me, everypony knew their place.

“I’m watching a pony get sacrificed!” House said, his stallionhood dropping out of his sheath; my brain registering the impact of firm stallion sausage against my rump.

“Isn’t it great!?” I replied, cheering the Earth Pony on as he vigorously groomed his new Donkey friend.

Then Cassandra did the unexpected, bowing her head out of reach and presenting her femininity to the stallion; an act of submission. However much she may have enjoyed the foreplay, it clearly wasn’t enough.

“I can’t look away! Sweet Luna, there’s no way she’s going to fit all of that. It’s almost as big around as she is!” House spoke aloud to himself as if in a trance, his stallionhood larger and harder than ever.

Some of the ponies in the crowd groaned. I could understand why; they expected Cassandra not to yield to the foreplay so quickly. The more forgiving majority of the ponies began to chant ‘finish her! finish her!’. The ice cream mare in particular made her calls for orgasmic release heard above the voices of the rest, slamming her hoof down on the counter with the intensity and conviction of a zealot.

If she kept that up, it was going to disintegrate and I really wanted ice cream after this was over!

“You okay back there, House? I can’t hear you breathing anymore!” I yelled, barely making myself heard above the din of the crowd.

He whimpered something that sounded like “um-hmm”. Good enough for me! So I turned my attention back on Cassandra, who was now waving her tail in her suitor's face, admiring her bravery and brazenness.

If possible, she seemed even bolder than I had been, given she looked so much smaller standing in front of him than me! With a single bite, he chewed through the plastic bit holding her ear tag on, symbolically claiming her. The crowd went insane at the sight, stomping their hooves and whooping like stampeding buffaloes.

But the gentle giant didn’t immediately mount her. He whispered into her large donkey ear. “This is only the beginning, sweetie,” before kissing its tip. She whinnied and flagged her tail impatiently. Not great form on her part, I had to admit to myself, but I didn’t hold it against her. All I could do was critique from a distance, this being her show.

The stallion didn’t seem to mind at all. He must have taken the hint that playing nice wasn’t winning him any prizes, because he tapped the filly’s hind legs to the side where he wanted them and then moved to straddle her from above; the end of his hanging shaft at the perfect height for her. Finding himself already pressed firmly against her immature opening, he penetrated her fillyhood with a gentle thrust and a sigh of relief.

The look on Cassandra’s face! It was as if she were the world’s smallest rowboat and her lover the world’s largest sailor! There was this incredible expression of pain followed by sheer determination to endure it, finally followed by a face of pure triumph that I found all too relatable as her earth pony body adjusted much as mine had, accommodating the enormous intruder within her.

“You just earned yourself two scoops, little lady!” The ice cream vendor shouted, brandishing her ice cream scoop like a battle axe in one hoof and a waffle cone like a shield in the other.

“Yeah!” the crowd replied, chanting as one for him to go deeper as the stallion began to lightly piston his way inside of his lover.

House’s erection began to fill, creeping across my back like a predatory serpent. I vowed to Cadance he’d get his chance to loosen me up later when our display of affection wouldn’t take away from Cassandra’s triumph. It’s generally considered bad form among females of our tribe to try to show up a younger sister, lest we damage her confidence, after all.

The plopping sounds grew louder and louder as he quickened his pace and pushed himself in deeper, now past the medial ridge. Cassandra squinted her large eyes and leaned into her grasp on the pavement as hard as her hooves would allow as her orgasm built; it was like looking at myself in a mirror, feeling every motion as if it were happening.

“You’re doing great, Cassandra! Milk him dry, mi hermanaaa! I screamed.

“Milk him dry! Milk him dry! Milk him dry!” The crowd began to chant.

She turned to look at me — alas, I could only see her face at an angle. I would have loved to see her straight on but the good spots were taken — she craned her head back as far as anatomy would allow, as her lover pushed her closer and closer to the edge of glory. When she caught my eye, she fixed me with a sultry gaze I read as ‘don’t you wish it was you’!

I couldn’t understand what I felt that day. But in time, I would.

With one final push that lifted Cassandra off of her hind legs, she climaxed with a blissful cry, entire pints of milky white seed erupting from the stallion, spraying back forcefully into his applesack as she quickly filled to capacity. A pool of creamy, opaque seed expanded beneath the two, fed by dripping sweat and seed. I followed its progress, mesmerized as the crowd cheered for the pair of them.

Cassandra squealed with evident surprise and she slipped off of him, her rear hooves coming down hard on the pavement and unleashing their combined love juices in a torrent on the pavement. She was clutching her belly as if willing her body to drain it, expanding the puddle still further until the crowd was backing away from the pair of them like an active volcano.

“As promised, two scoops on the house! What flavor will it be, you two?” Ice Cream mare cut in.

“Pecan… caramel,” Cassandra gasped, looking very hot and sweaty. “Extra cold.”

“Chocolate marshmallow,” the stallion replied, flicking his softening erection against his stomach. “Extra gooey.”

He put his foreleg around her shoulder. She responded by nuzzling up against his chest as Ice Cream Mare scooped out their order.

“Rose…” I nearly jumped as House spoke. By my matriarch herself, I’d forgotten he was even there!

“Rose, I didn’t believe it was true until I saw it with my own eyes… forgive me.” House scooped me up in her forelegs and kissed me on the muzzle. “I feel a bit needy and I think you feel the same.”

I grinned wickedly at him. “I think you’re right! There are some convenient bushes we can use if you can’t wait!”

“I was thinking dinnertime… you and me under the table…” House rasped in a husky voice.

“Mmm! That’s dangerous talk! My tribe must be leading you astray!” I teased.

“Alright everypony, stand clear!” I looked up and noticed a mare in a gray jacket pushing a cart with a huge tank on it. She was carrying what looked like a garden hose in her hoof connected to the tank. Aiming it at the puddle she squeezed the trigger and blasted the pathway clean.

“Imagine if we had that technology during the war!” House said, the two of us laughing.

“The griffons would never have known what hit them!” I replied, nuzzling his belly. We ate our ice cream on a nearby bench, planning on hitting the water coaster ride before dinner.

What we planned to do at dinner, I’d leave to House’s fertile imagination.

Author's Note

25th and Broadway, you know what it is!