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Boysenberry never quite fitted in. She was nice, polite, clever, well-liked by adults and her classmates, but there was always a distance of sorts, a difference that was intangible yet clearly there.
She had friends at school, but she needed to do things at her own pace. Sometimes, she needed some space. Nopony took offense, though: "Berry was being Berry", the other fillies would say with a knowing smile, and Boysenberry would smile as well, happy to be respected if not understood.
And so, one late afternoon after yet another school day, Boysenberry went home by herself, enjoying the walk through Ponyville, humming some tuneless song to herself, her mind busy with thoughts few ponies would understand. Summer was coming to an end, and the soft chill of Autumn on her coat soothed her tired body most pleasantly.
At home, the filly dropped her saddlebags in her room. She didn't bother announcing herself; the house was empty and silent. Boysenberry's parents often had to travel out of town, as was the case that night, and she didn't have any brothers or sisters to keep her company. The presence of other ponies was exhausting to bear after a while, but the solitude was nagging as well. It was a painful dilemma she was all too familiar with.
Luckily, the filly knew somepony else like her, somepony with whom she could be herself without judgment. He was older than her, a stallion who lived by himself just a few houses down the street. Boysenberry smiled, thinking about him, and decided to go see if he was available for the evening. It would sure beat staying alone in her own house.
It took no time at all to reach his front door. The porch was discrete but well-kept, lined up with a small selection of vivid flowers. The curtains were closed, but there was light filtering in-between, so he had to be there. Boysenberry took a deep breath, suddenly anxious that she might bother him by coming over unannounced, but she knocked on the door nonetheless.
A few seconds later, the door creaked open.
"Oh, hi Berry. I wasn't expecting you. What can I do for you?" The stallion's eyes were fixed on her, but he didn't seem unhappy.
The filly fidgeted with her hooves a moment before talking. "Hey… My parents aren't home tonight, so I was wondering if we could, like, hangout or something…"
The stallion's eyes didn't change, but a gentle smile appeared on his lips. "Sure, I wasn't really doing anything anyway. Come in."
Smiling in return, Boysenberry entered and wiped her hooves on the mat before following him inside. "Thanks!"
Like the outside, the interior of the house was neat and cozy. The stallion led the filly to the kitchen, from which a delicious smell was emanating. "Did you eat?" the stallion asked. "I was trying a new recipe. There's plenty for two."
"Yeah! Uh, I mean… no, I haven't eaten yet. Food would be great."
"Want a hot cocoa?"
Boysenberry grinned. "That'd be great too!"
She settled down in her usual spot by the counter and watched him cook. Her friend was an unicorn with a light gray coat and a long silver mane. He levitated a pot back on the stove, obviously continuing where he had previously left off.
"How was your day?" he asked, stirring a sauce that smelled just heavenly.
"Tiring," the filly replied in all honesty. She didn't have to fib with him. "Sunny Dew finally got his cutie mark. He was the last one in Miss Cheerilee's class, so everypony was really excited. They're having a cute-ceañera party at Sugarcube Corner tonight."
"And you didn't want to go." It was a statement more than a question.
Boysenberry made a face. "Meh… I've had enough already. Besides, Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom are going to bring a bunch of drinks, and that's not really my thing. Everypony tells me I'll like it someday, but… I dunno. They think I'm just a little filly."
That actually got a smirk from the stallion. "Don't worry about that. You don't have to if you don't want to. I was in my late twenties when ponies gave up trying to offer me drinks. They'll tire themselves out eventually. They all do. For now, why don't you tell me about your botany project instead?"
The filly cheered up, and happily started to ramble on about her latest project. It wasn't often she had a chance to go on at length about her interests with somepony who was like her. Boysenberry's knowledge of plants and culture went well above what other foals her age would understand, and adults couldn't keep interest for more than a few minutes. She couldn't even discuss it with her parents, who wanted her to 'vary her interests', whatever that was supposed to mean. They didn't understand the fire, the drive within herself, the hunger for knowledge.
Her friend, though, just listened with genuine interest. Most ponies wouldn't have noticed, but Boysenberry did; she could tell from his occasional insightful comments that he truly understood. And in return, he shared some of his own work with her, telling her about his theories and listening to her opinions. He was a mathematician, something that wasn’t really in her own field of interests, but it was still fun to hear him talk about numbers and formulas. Like herself, he always saw a pattern that escaped others.
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Time flew by as they shared food and conversation. Boysenberry settled down on the sofa and relaxed, her belly full of delicious food. Now that she had gotten all the stuff she wanted to talk about out of her system, she wasn't feeling like chatting anymore.
Her friend sat at her side, gently petting her mane. Without a word, he levitated a brush from a nearby drawer and began tenderly brushing her fur. Boysenberry purred, the hard bristles going through her pale yellow coat and scratching her skin most satisfyingly.
With endless patience, the stallion brushed her back, then her flanks, sending pleasant shivers down her rump as he went over her cutie marks. The filly felt herself melt into a contented puddle under his tender care.
Having gone down her legs as well, the stallion deposited the brush. He was smiling. "Want me to do your hair too?"
"Mmhmm… please."
Gently, the stallion began to undo Boysenberry's braid. One weave at a time, her silky purple mane was set free, cascading down her neck in unkempt waves. The filly let out a small sigh of relief; as much as she loved her usual mane style, it certainly felt good to let it free at the end of the day. Her friend applied the same treatment to her tail, unbraiding it gently until the last strand was set free.
The stallion ran his muzzle through her disheveled mane. "Mmh… you're so soft." He pulled back with some reluctance and picked back the brush, this time running it through her mane. He soon switched to a comb, untangling the most unruly strands until her mane and tail were as smooth as they could be.
His work done, the stallion hugged the filly. Boysenberry cuddled him, rubbing her face against his coat. Their tails intertwined, and they were locked into an intimate embrace. She relaxed completely, feeling safe in his hooves.
Boysenberry planted a couple of little kisses on his coat, to which he reciprocated by kissing her mane. A shiver of excitement ran along her spine, and she huddled closer to him, wanting more affection. The stallion kissed her forehead and snout, and she lifted her head, letting him kiss her on the lips.
It was brief but tender. As their lips parted, the stallion rolled to his side and embraced her. Boysenberry blushed, feeling something warm brush against her tummy. Her friend's sex was peeking out of its sheath. She caressed the smooth length with her hoof, feeling it harden at her touch. She went lower as well, getting a feel of his heavy scrotum.
His hoof lightly stroked her flank, gently tracing the curve of her rump. Again, she felt a tremor coursing along her spine, as she knew where he was headed. It was far from the first time they had done this, just two ponies finding solace and pleasure in each other. Boysenberry bit her lip in anticipation, feeling her friend's hoof wander under her tail.
"Hmf…" It was a simple sound, one she couldn't hold back. His hoof tenderly caressed her vulva, parting the filly's lower lips. His touch was light as feather, going along her sex and anus. He pulled back, a sheen of filly juices coating his hoof.
They shared a look, smiling at each other.
"Did you want to do something tonight?" the stallion asked.
"Hmm…" Boysenberry stretched, and checked around. Her eyes fell on a specific drawer, which she knew held some… interesting items. She had an idea of what she wanted, though it was kind of embarrassing to say it out loud. "Erm, maybe we could try the plugs again… you know, for the butt."
The stallion nodded approvingly. Lighting his horn, he retrieved a few things from the drawer and set them on the sofa so they could play with them. Boysenberry pulled out a couple of anal toys from a little sack. Both consisted of an elongated plastic bulb connected to a wider base, with one of the toys being slightly bigger than the other. Each had a little crystal embedded in the base.
The stallion stroked the smaller toy and smiled. "You first?"
Boysenberry shook her head. "I want to put it in you."
His smile grew a little wider, though it didn't lose its caring expression. "Of course, if you remember how to do it."
The filly nodded. "Uh-uh!" She picked up the bottle of lube that accompanied the toys and squeezed a generous amount over the larger plug.
Approving her work, the stallion turned around and presented his rump to his young friend, lifting his silvery tail to offer a clear view. Boysenberry licked her lips, taking in the sight of her partner's rear. Ponies generally forwent clothing altogether, so it often wasn't hard to sneak a glance; rarely, however, it was offered so freely for her to shamelessly gaze at.
Everything was on display, and Boysenberry took her time admiring it, knowing he didn't mind her curiosity. The dark ring of his anus was under his tail, and underneath hanged his testicles. She nuzzled and kissed those heavy balls, feeling their fullness. Her pussy felt warm, tingly: his seed would be within her too by the end of the night, she knew. She was all giddy, knowing they would be mating soon.
But first, she had a job to do. Boysenberry picked the base of the lubed toy in her mouth, and brought it to her friend's tailhole. His sphincter was right there in front of her, and she rubbed the tip of the plug along the rim, spreading some lubrication around. She pushed against the hole. It offered some resistance at first, but soon the ring widened and swallowed the bulb whole. With the obstacle cleared, all Boysenberry had to do was to gently push the rest of the toy inside him. With her mouth, she inserted it all the way to the base, until she was practically kissing his anus.
The stallion moaned softly, his penis swelling visibly from the added stimulation. He wiggled his butt a little, making sure the toy was secured comfortably inside his rectum. "Mmmh… your turn now, Berry."
Gently, he guided her to roll on her back, and spread her hindlegs, revealing her little vulva as well as her plot. She could sense his gaze upon her most private parts, and it was even more exciting than it was embarrassing. His muzzle followed his eyes, and he planted a soft kiss on her fillyhood, inciting a strong wink from her clit.
As she had done, the stallion squeezed a good dose of lube on the remaining anal toy. He could have used his unicorn powers to handle the toy, but instead he picked it up with his mouth as well.
Boysenberry moaned quietly, feeling him rub the cold tip on her slit before prodding down toward the dock of her tail. Her butt instinctively clenched as he pressed on her anus, but he was patient and she forced herself to relax. Her pucker stretched uncomfortably, but the pain lasted only a moment. Aided by copious amounts of lube, he slowly worked the toy into her rectum until it rested comfortably inside.
The stallion pulled back, giving Boysenberry's pussy a gentle little lick along the way. He planted his lips on hers, letting her taste her own tangy sex. Locking eyes with her, he lit his horn. The plugs in their asses began buzzing pleasantly, eliciting renewed twitches from his cock and her clit.
Boysenberry's vagina felt achingly empty, signaling that her body would soon be ready for mating. Before she gave in, however, she spun around and made her way underneath her friend's legs. His penis was hard and erect, displayed proudly for her to see. Tongue out, she licked the warm shaft, moving upward to the tip. A drop of salty, sticky pre was dripping from it, and she swallowed it. Boysenberry suckled on his glans, unable to take it into her mouth but wanting to get as much as possible.
The stallion caressed her mane as she fellated him, enjoying the little filly's tongue on his sex. He prodded under her tail as well, feeling her warm, soft dripping pussy with his hoof. The scent of excited filly was overwhelming, making it abundantly clear that she was ready for him.
And he was ready for her. Gently, he pushed her away from his cock and invited her to lie down so he could mount her. Boysenberry stretched her back and settled down. Her tail shot up on its own volition, leaving her sex accessible for her partner.
Boysenberry's breath caught in her throat as she felt his glans poke her pussy; even in her excitement, she knew it would not be easy. He was a full grown stallion, and she was a filly: her passage would have to stretch quite a bit to accommodate him, and that was going to be pretty uncomfortable. She was a tough filly, however, and he was very gentle.
At first, he only rubbed himself on her fillyhood. This, along with the constant buzzing in her plot, made her coo and moan. His tip was immediately coated in her fluids. He pressed a little harder, parting her petals but not entering her snatch just yet.
The stallion hugged Boysenberry from behind. He nibbled and kissed her ears, taking her attention away from the oncoming discomfort. With her pussy unclenching a little, he pushed inside her, forcing her entrance to accommodate his flare.
As expected, the first penetration was accompanied by a sharp pain in Boysenberry's tight fillyhood. She stifled a whimper; he'd stop if he thought he was hurting her, and that was the last thing she wanted. With the plug in her butt and his glans in her vagina it was almost overwhelming.
Slowly, the stallion wiggled his rump, helping to loosen her sex. He gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Are you… okay?" He was a little breathless, and he wasn't much a talker during sex to begin with, but he preferred to make sure.
"Uh-uh!" To encourage him, Boysenberry pushed back with her hips, inviting him to get deeper inside her.
Gently, carefully, he began a slow back and forth. Her flesh parted gradually, letting him delve ever so slightly deeper within herself with every thrust. The pain faded, and relief overwhelmed Boysenberry. Closing her eyes, she relaxed completely, letting her friend take his ease inside her.
The strokes took some amplitude, going further and faster inside her vagina. His medial ring caressed her clit before sinking inside, making her flutter in excitement. The rest of his cock followed quickly, and before she knew it he bottomed out inside her. She took a deep breath. Her friend stopped thrusting, simply hugging her tightly.
He… he was inside her. Boysenberry could feel it in her belly, his hard penis resting in her vagina, the tip prodding her cervix and his testicles bumping with her clit.
It didn't matter how often they did it; the feeling was as overwhelming as it had been the first time. It wasn't simply the contact against her most sensitive parts that was pleasurable: it was the feeling to be as close as it possibly could be for two ponies to be, and to share it with somepony she trusted completely, with whom she felt safe.
He cuddled her, enjoying her softness both inside and outside. He nuzzled her mane tenderly. With a bit of neck stretching, Boysenberry managed to meet his lips for a kiss. They kissed for a long while, simply enjoying each other.
The last remnants of soreness in her pussy were fading fast, and Boysenberry began to wiggle her rump, grinding her clit on him. In response, the stallion pressed deep, deep within her, then pulled back just a few inches. Patiently, he started to motion of mating with her properly.
It was slow, delicate; the way they both enjoyed it. He never pulled back very far, preferring to stay within the welcoming warmth of her snatch as much as possible. She felt so wonderfully full with him inside, enhanced even more by the toy filling her plot.
He penetrated her deeply, pounding her fillyhood harder now that she could take it. Boysenberry's vagina clung tightly to his cock every time he pulled out, desperate to keep it in, only to be filled again a moment later.
The filly was panting. Her whole body was trembling, and she was sweating quite a bit. The onset of her climax was starting to spread through abdomen, and she wanted more. With a soft tap and a little wiggling, she let her friend know to dismount her so could change position.
With a quiet 'Mmhmm", the stallion pulled his sex out of her. Boysenberry gasped slightly, suddenly freed from his gentle grasp. She took a moment to recover her breath. Her partner lounged at her side, giving her some space. His beautiful cock, glistening with filly juice, was displayed proudly. He certainly wasn’t hiding how much she excited him.
Just as eager, Boysenberry straddled him, sandwiching his erection between their underbarrels and grinding her clitoris on his sheath. He dragged her toward him and they kissed. As their lips met, he guided his cock to the sweet prize awaiting under her tail. She moaned into his muzzle, feeling his flare prod her gaping flower.
Carefully keeping it in place, Boysenberry rose on her hindhooves until she was practically balancing on his cock. Then, she slowly lowered herself. Her puffy vulva opened easily this time, taking her friend's stallionhood back within her excited birth canal. It slipped smoothly all the way inside her until she was sitting on his pelvis, impaled by his erection.
They stayed a moment like this, fondly looking down their bellies to the point where their bodies connected. Her little filly slit, spread wide by his girth, was absolutely lovely. Her pink, engorged clit was peeking out cutely, winking and begging for attention.
Tenderly, the stallion rubbed her little nub with his hoof, eliciting excited coos and moans from the filly. Her insides wonderfully filled by her friend's engorged penis, and her clit worked by his hoof, Boysenberry rode him cowpony style, humping on his cock with short, fast thrusts. She kept it inside as much as possible, feeling its warmth within her deepest, most private parts.
Boysenberry was trembling, panting. Her legs were shaking. She was so close. He was close too, incredibly aroused by the sight of the young filly he was mating and the smooth, velvety softness of her vagina.
The anal plug slipped from her anus and fell, but she barely noticed. A blazing fire was raging in her tummy, and she surrendered to it completely. Sitting on her friend's pelvis, her snatch full with his throbbing sex, Boysenberry let out a long throaty moan as her climax took over her body and mind.
The stallion let his young friend have her moment, staying still and simply enjoying the contractions of her inner walls around his cock. She was so cute this way, her face expressing her radiant joy more than any word could. Warm filly juices leaked from her pussy in abundance, soaking his crotch.
As the intense moment passed, the warmth of her afterglow coursed through her body, endorphin spreading through her veins. Boysenberry went limp on top of her partner, her breath ragged from exertion. Still very much erect, the stallion carefully rolled on top of her, not letting his cock slip out of her, and took over, humping again her sore cunny.
Now that Boysenberry had come, the stallion pounded into her more forcefully, his heavy balls bumping against her still gaping tailhole with every thrust. She shuddered, not quite comfortable with being penetrated directly after an orgasm. It was almost over, though, and she wanted him to feel as good as he had made her feel, so she simply buried her muzzle in his neck and waited for him to finish.
With just a few rough thrusts, her partner's glans flared wide in her vagina and, with a low growl, he hilted himself in her fillyhood, embracing her with all his strength. Boysenberry relaxed completely, awaiting his climax.
His cock twitched, a pulse running through his length. She felt it through her vulva and along her vagina until it reached her deepest, most intimate place where it released luscious, creamy warmth. Boysenberry gasped softly; he was ejaculating. He was doing it inside her, his urethra planted on the opening of her cervix, his sperm gushing into her womb.
They cuddled tightly, enjoying each other’s warmth as he planted his seed within her. She welcomed each fresh load of his gooey, sticky gift in her uterus, not bothered by the consequences as she was not in heat and therefore wouldn't be fertile. It lasted for a while, until he had no more semen to give and his sex softened in her vagina.
The stallion kissed Boysenberry's muzzle and pulled his flaccid penis from her gaping fillyhood. He rolled on his back beside her, and they settled down side by side on the sofa to recover. With his magic, he turned off the anal toy still occupying his rectum and left it beside hers.
They shared a slightly goofy look, stallion and filly lounging on their back with their genitals on display. His soft cock, coated in her natural lubrication, rested on his belly, while her reddish vulva was wide open, a trickle of cum beginning to ooze from her folds. He pulled a few tissues and delicately wiped her sex, then his own.
Boysenberry relaxed, the delicate tangy aroma of her freshly used fillyhood teasing her nose. Her partner kissed her mane. "Mmh… That was wonderful, Berry. Thank you."
"Uh-uh. I liked it too!"
He lightly caressed her tummy, making her blush. Even after all they'd done before, it was both thrilling and a little embarrassing to know she was full of his seed. It was their little secret. It made them both happy, just two lonely ponies sharing each other and soothing their physical needs.
"I suppose you'll have to return home," the stallion said, a hint of regret in his voice.
"I guess so. But… can we snuggle a while longer, before I go?"
Her friend sighed. "Gladly."
~ The End ~
