Zipporwhill and Ripley

by Mochas Dungeon

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Zipporwhill, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2026

A play session turns sexual.

What started as a play session in her room quickly turns into a moment to satisfy a curious tingle under her tail.

Contains: dog on filly, squirting orgasm, realism.

Edited by Kalash93

Published 2022-06-22 03:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-06-22 03:40:01 UTC

Put the Peanut Butter right... there!

“Daddy, I’m going to play with Ripley in my room,” Zipporwhill said to her father as she hurried past him on her path through the house to her upstairs room.

“Have fun, clean up when you’re done,” he stated without looking up from his paper. Zipporwhill giggled as her dog, Ripley, pushed against her side to take the lead to her room, earning a smile from her father. He chuckled to himself. “To be young again.”

Zipporwhill chased Ripley into her room and used her tail to close the door behind her. She turned quickly and locked it for good measure. She tossed some toys at the door before she went to the center of the room and took a knotted rope in her teeth. She didn’t have to wait more than four seconds before Ripley bit the other end and began tugging the rope, trying to get it from her grip.

“Grrr, you aren’t getting it this time, Ripley,” Zipporwhill said in her accented voice. She twisted her head and tugged with the best of her ability, but to her best she couldn’t out-pull her pet. With a snarl and a vicious tug, Ripley yanked the cord from Zipporwhill and bounded back, lowered his front and growled, tail wagging eagerly.

When Zipporwhill moved a pace closer Ripley growled at her in a playful manner, the rope still in his teeth. “You’re a big doggy, Ripley, but I’m still the master. Drop the rope.” She took to a hover and pointed from his muzzle to the floor. Ripley didn’t oblige and instead hopped side to side, taunting her.

“No, that’s a bad Ripley, drop ze rope,” she commanded again. Ripley blinked and dropped the rope, moving ahead and around the floating filly. He licked his chops and began sniffing the floor beneath her. She landed and flicked her tail in annoyance, getting his attention in a different way. He rushed around her to sniff under her tail and she turned quickly to stop him.

“No, bad Ripley!” She scolded. Ignoring her, he snuffled under her tail, his tongue darting out to touch the outer lips of her pussy by curiosity. Zipporwhill yelped in surprise, turning again to scold the dog she’d raised for the past years. She felt something weird in her chest, something naughty tingled inside her, and she bit back her scathing lecture.

She looked to the door and noted it was still locked, her father was the only one home and he was reading the paper, which could take an hour. She was also a filly, a sexually curious filly who spent time giggling with her friends at the colts when they’d drop. She’d masturbate when the mood struck her, too.

This sensation was akin to when she slid down the slide and hit the bump that no filly admitted was there, or when she’d sit on a tree branch and rock side to side, only it was naughtier. Something was reminding her of all the times she’d had to stop Ripley from humping pillows after her father informed her it wasn’t a funny thing.

Zipporwhill didn’t have the bravery to tell her father she did the same thing to her pillows sometimes, so why couldn’t Ripley?

Zipporwhill noticed Ripley was sniffing her again, and this time she moved her tail out of the way, letting him have full access to smell her. At best, nothing would happen and it would be over, at worst, she’d explore this new avenue of the world with her trusted friend beside her.

Or behind her.

She blushed at the thought, but remembered hearing about how Dinky had been the first in their class to have sex, followed by Twist, then the list just grew and grew between the fillies and the few colts. Sshe was one of the only few that hadn’t experimented yet.

Her tail swished as she thought of Ripley’s hot red penis, this time as more than a thing on a dog. It wasn’t anything like a colt’s, none that she’d seen, anyway, but it would work, she figured. They were both about the right size, and they had sex the same way, as far as she knew from sex-ed class.

Zipporwhill made her choice and turned away from Ripley, patting her flank with her forehoof. Ripley didn’t seem to understand and instead snuffled and huffed her plot. She blushed and giggled slightly, then realized he wouldn’t know what she meant unless she could suddenly communicate with animals like Fluttershy.

Zipporwhill thought for a moment and then had a sudden idea. She rushed to the door and unlocked it, holding Ripley back as she left in a hurry. “Stay, Ripley, good dog.”

A minute later she returned with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon. She slammed the door and locked it again, pressing her back to the door, blushing brightly and panting heavily. She looked at her dog and huffed. “This better work, you naughty puppy.”

Zipporwhill flew to her vanity and placed the jar down before opening it and placing the spoon inside. Her heart raced as she thought of what she was doing, but she was committed and wasn’t going to cower out, not like when Snips and Snails had asked to have sex with her. She was flattered, but two colts at once? She didn’t know where to begin with one!

Zipporwhill turned back to Ripley who was sitting kindly, waiting for the treat with a lick of his lips. She turned back and put the spoon in the peanut butter and swirled it. Gulping and with her foreleg shaking as she hopped and hovered to the floor, Zipporwhill touched the spoon gently to her foreleg as a test.

She knew full well Ripley would lick it off, but the sensation was more erotic than she expected. Her clit tingled in anticipation and as Ripley licked her left foreleg she reached under herself to dab the spoon between her teats. Her leg being cleaned and matted slightly from dog slobber, she turned around and placed the spoon on her vanity chair.

Ripley didn’t waste any time licking between her nipples, startling her into releasing a sudden shriek. She’d never had anypony, or doggy, lick her nipples before, and it was a different sensation than she’d thought it would be. It was good, and tickled, but it wasn’t great.

Zipporwhill wondered for a second if this was all a mistake, then Ripley shifted his focus to follow the peanut butter as it rolled back and up her body, a little blob of legume ending up at the base of her pussy. A couple licks was all it took to solidify what she was doing as her pussy winked, giving a full on lap from Ripley’s soft yet firm tongue against her exposed clit for that instant of time sent shocks through her body.

Zipporwhill nearly stumbled from the sudden pleasure she felt, something new to her was happening and she wanted more. She reached for the spoon and stumbled again as the innocent dog’s tongue danced across her labia, seeking nutrition but causing more than he cared to know about.

She hopped into the air and got another spoonful of peanut butter, this time applying it generously to her vulva before placing the spoon in the jar and landing. Tail flagged and away, she led Ripley to the center of her room. She braced herself and prepared for whatever would come next, only to have a tongue dart inside her body, starting something she was going to see to the end.

Zipporwhill mewled as Ripley’s tongue lapped against her vulva, slipped across her clit, and darted inside her body in a steady rhythm that made her bite her lip to restrain the loud moan she wanted to release. “Oh, who’s a good doggy? Keep going, Ripley, you’re a good doggy!”

Hot breath breathed against her anus and winking clit as Ripley’s tail began to wag at being called a good dog. Unbeknownst to Zipporwhill, Ripley’s cock was hard and ready for more. Finishing the peanut butter under Zipporwhill’s tail, Ripley surprised her by moving beside her and hopping up.

Zipporwhill didn’t know what he was doing at first, but when he shifted behind her she felt her heart skip a beat. It was happening, and she was ready. She didn’t know what to expect, but having Ripley start blindly humping her thigh wasn’t it. She shifted her stance to try to help, then gasped as the dog found his target.

She felt his smooth cock penetrate her, thrusting repeatedly into her as paws and forelegs hooked on her hips, pulling her back a little so he could get deeper. She felt his balls slapping against her body as he pounded inside her, a steady speed that was quite satisfying to the filly. For an interspecies sex act, it was certainly more than she was expecting, even though he wasn’t nearly as big as a colt.

Ripley growled deeply, gutterly, as he pistoned inside Zipporwhill. She felt her pussy getting wetter and blushed as squishing sounds filled the room. She began to feel something growing inside her and didn’t know what it was, but it felt good, really good.

Zipporwhill didn’t know why she was getting so wet, but it was barely a bother to her right now. Her body welcomed the experience she was having and over the next minute of odd sensations, she felt the familiar orgasm feeling growing within her clit. She dug her hooves into the carpet and let her wings go rigid as her orgasm flowed.

And flow it did.

Fluid gushed from the deepest parts of her vagina, coating her legs and Ripley’s with sweet filly nectar. Ripley backed off and slid from her body, sniffing her dripping slit. Zipporwhill was going to get a towel to clean up, only to feel Ripley doing it for her. She giggled and gasped as Ripley licked her clean; legs, plot, thighs, and her winking clit.

Nearly brought to another orgasm, she dropped her tail before he could do it to her again and turned away. She turned away several times to keep her pussy away from the eager dog, noticing his still erect penis. She had never seen it so huge and wondered why it had gotten bigger now.

Zipporwhill licked her dry lips and wondered if she could suck it, like Diamond Tiara liked to do with Rumble. She shook the thought away, though. “Another time, puppy. You’re a very good doggy,” she said, cupping his cheeks in her hooves as she brought her forehead to his. “Thank you, but I’ve gotta get this mess cleaned up and get the peanut butter back before daddy knows it's missing.”

Ripley barked happily. Zipporwhill kissed him on the nose and giggled when he licked her muzzle, noticing the scent of her sex on his breath she ignored it in favor of remembering her first time. “You’re going to be a great doggy when I go into estrus, aren’t you? Yes you are, yes you are.”

Ripley lapped her face a lot while his wagging tail swished through the air, happy from what had happened, even if he didn’t understand it all. He was certain to ask Fluttershy what this was all about, but that was for later. Right now was time to have fun.

Zipporwhill flew to her vanity and collected the peanut butter and spoon, flew to the door, and prepared to leave. She looked down at Ripley and when the door opened he rushed past her and into the hall, ahead of her. “Ripley, don’t run in the house!”

Zipporwhill descended the stairs in a low hover and passed her father. “Hold on, my little Zipporwhill, I’ll take that,” he said, reaching for and taking the spoon from his daughter. He put it in his mouth and licked it clean before she could stop him. “I love peanut butter.”

She barely put the jar down before she broke into laughter at what her father had just unknowingly done.