Shining Belles
“Who is the best brother in the word? Yes you are!” Twilight asked rhetorically, nudging Shining Armor with a hoof and a little smile on her muzzle, in a desperate attempt to convince him. The two ponies were in the main room of the Golden Oaks Library, just in front of the great rounded wooden table completely covered and scattered with written pages and old books.
The white unicorn stallion looked at her for a moment, his eyes doubtful, rubbing his chin with a fore leg for several seconds, his sight wandering through the large room around him, humming his options. The young mare’s eyes widened every moment with hope.
“Nope”.
The purple filly grunted and rolled her eyes. “Oh come on! Please, just for this time! I promise I’ll pay you back for the favor!”
The colt just shook his head once more, receiving a moan of despair from his sister, who finally turned back on her books, waiting some moments before speaking again. “I cannot help but think why you wouldn’t do this for me, and for my friends...” she whined, trying to put up that old puppy face that, since when she had been a little foal, always worked on him: big trembling eyes, ears down, lower lip lightly pressed out and trembling, the nose sniffing a little like on the edge of crying. Yes, she developed a scientific method even for that. The white pony massaged his temples with a hoof.
“Twiley... you know that I would always five a hoof if you need one...” he explained, almost falling for her little trap “but... I have no idea what to do!” He tried to justify himself. “And stop with that muzzle... that trick doesn’t work anymore.” Twilight came back to her normal expression and looked at him... a little confused.
“What do you mean you don’t know what to do? You’re the captain of the royal guard... use your imagination.” She suggested waving her hoof dismissively.
“I’m pretty sure that military discipline in this case is not the most appropriate way to act.” He paused and gave a disinterested look at the notes on the table sitting right next to her: he would never know how his sister could manage to understand any of that stuff. ”Are you sure there is nopony else that can handle this?” Twilight nodded.
“I already told you: I’m going to Canterlot with all my friends, Scoots, and Spike to see a Wonderbolts Show; the Apples are occupied with the Zapapple harvest, Cheerilee is in the middle of the semester and is way too busy with exams to do that, not speaking of the Cakes: having Pinkie out of way for a day will be breath of fresh air for them, and we wouldn’t want to stress them out now,” she repeated almost mechanically, her eyes now scanning the pages in front of her.
“And there is no possibility to take her with you or go another time.”
“Shining, you know how Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo are about Wonderbolts: you really want to deal with a mad weather pony and destroy a little filly’s dream?” She turned to him, who now looked a little guilty, she still knew some ways to touch on his feelings. After a little pause she continued, “Besides, Sweetie Belle herself doesn’t like these sports exhibitions, and she would be bored to death there, also it would make Apple Bloom feel excluded because she’s stuck at the farm. Come on Shiney...” he cringed at that nickname “you’ll do a great job foal sitting Sweetie Belle for a day.” Twilight repeated. He mumbled something: now was the moment.
“Listen, I know you wanted to surprise me by taking a couple of days off to come here and stay with you favorite little sister,” She said with modesty “but I have to go with them. I promise, no I swear, that when I come back we can spend a whole day shopping and being together.” She proposed giving him a hoof, “What do you think, BBBFF?” He bit his lip: Celestia dammit, she can be quite persuasive when she wants. He sighed with resignation.
“I... think I can give it a try... I guess...” he almost whispered. Giving a little brohoof to her.
“Thank you! I knew you would understand!” the purple unicorn exclaimed clapping her hooves, only to be interrupted by him.
“On one condition.” Shining interrupted. The young mare looked at him a little puzzled, arching an eyebrow, her ears perking up.
“And, what’s that?”
He grinned. “I need a hug of encouragement.” He responded opening his forelegs in his sister’s direction. Twilight smiled back and sighed in relief, immediately hugging him, her head resting on his shoulder, her hooves surrounding him and squeezing his chest lightly. Both of them would never admit it, but they missed that kind of tenderness, those innocents cuddles they shared throughout their foalhood. Nostalgia can be quite a strong sentiment.
They parted, interrupted the sound of hooves knocking on the door. Twilight took an instant to smile at him thankfully before trotting toward the entrance and opening the little door with her magic. Standing on the other side was a pure white unicorn with a long, perfectly brushed dark purple mane, two huge sparkling light blue eyes surrounded by graceful long eyelashes, her muzzle pointing up proudly and a hoof casually left in half step, her eyes half-closed and her splendent cutie mark exposed on a toned well shaped flank, her hooves almost reflecting light like vanities.
‘Quite the choreographed entrance...’ the stallion thought following his sister to the entrance.
“Oh, hi Rarity!” Before she could finish the sentence, a green and purple blur appeared at her side and revealed to be the little Spike, who had immediately rushed from Celestia knows where to the door just hearing the name of his beloved. Shining couldn’t help but smile at how naïve he could be in worshipping that mare like a goddess of beauty, but found it a little rude by her continuing to make a fool of him, exploiting his crush for her. He merely bowed in her direction like a perfect gentlecolt from Canterlot and forced a little smile.
“Good morning darling, and good morning to you too, Shining.” She responded, offering him a hoof. He rolled his eyes subtly and took her hoof with his own and lightly kissed it. He had really hoped that leaving the court would allow him to skip those stupid manners. “I just came by to pick you up, the others are waiting for us at the train station, oh and also to drop off Sweetie” she stopped for a moment turning to Shining Armor. “About that: I’m really sorry for bothering you. I promise that after this you can come to my Boutique and order whatever you want!” She smiled to him and blinked twice, maybe trying to fascinate him. The colt just nodded to her and put more effort in his smile.
“There is no problem at all.” Twilight added, then Raity turned back.
“Come on Sweetie, come out, there is no reason to hide...” the white mare suggested to apparently nopony. After some seconds behind her hind legs appeared a little curled pink and light purple mane, followed by a tiny horn and a couple of rounded glistening green eyes, and the most adorable snout Shining had ever seen. He looked at the little thing trying not to simply have a heart attack, and his made up smile transformed in a genuine grin in front of that specimen of adorableness: she reminded him vaguely of a little Twiley, that only increased his instantaneous love for the little filly. With lots of hesitation, the miniature pony came out to show herself, her eyes pointing at the floor with shyness, a little hoof patting on the floor. “Come on Sweetie, say hello to Shining Armor.”
“Hello mister Shining Armor, my name is Sweetie Belle, nice to meet you.” She repeated almost by heart: surely her older sister made her learn that little formula of introduction. The colt could understand how the little filly could feel uncomfortable using such useless formalities. The stallion looked at her and tried to look as least intimidating he could be, flexing his forelegs a little to not seem as incumbent.
“Nice to meet you, Sweetie.” He said with a calm, soft voice.
“This handsome stallion here...” Rarity intercalated – he rolled his eyes- “will be your gentle foal sitter for today. Try not to cause too much chaos and be good.” The mare concluded with a little gesture to Twilight. “Time to go, don’t want to make the gals wait. Thank you again Shining! Goodbye!” the fashionista said in his direction, turning and trotting away with the purple mare and the little dragon at her sides.
“Bye Shiney!”-Cringe-
“See Ya!” The librarian and the reptile left them, disappearing behind the corner of a building. After that, the white colt turned back to the little unicorn. They stared at each other for some long, embarrassing seconds, before the colt finally decided to move a step to his left and, making some room for her.
“Want to come in?” He asked, receiving a simple shrug from the little one that moved into the main room, the stallion closed the door behind her and sat on a nearby sofa with her. The minutes passed in a long exhausting awkward silence: what was he supposed to do with her? Years had passed since the last time he played with Twiley, and he had no idea what she would like to do. ‘Well, no reason to not ask’.
“Wanna... play something?” he asked unsure, the filly turned to him again with a blank expression.
“Whatever...” well, he expected a little more enthusiasm. She pointed her eyes at the floor, her muzzle now revealing a shadow of sadness. The colt couldn’t help but feel empathy for her.
“Um, are you alright?” he questioned again, trying to seem understanding and discover what was disturbing her. He might not know the filly very well, but being indifferent to such a tiny, sad snout was impossible, and a little conversation could definitely help to break the ice a little.
“Yeah...” He heard this many times before: if a mare or a filly used this tone it meant the opposite of what they’re thinking: there was no way he was going to let it go. “You know... you can tell me, if you want...” he suggested almost with a whisper, trying to be comforting and putting a hoof on her shoulder. Her gaze faced him again.
“It’s nothing...” she muttered.
Pause.
‘3... 2... 1...’
“It’s just...”
‘Aaaand here we go...’
“My big sis is always bossing me around, telling me what to do, always correcting me... it’s so unfair!” So it seemed that the little Sweetie had a classic issue with the elder mare... nothing he couldn’t deal with using a somewhat clichéd statement.
“You know, Sweetie...” Shining began. “Your sister is only wants what she thinks is best for you... I bet she loves you very much and is doing whatever she is doing for your sake...” he was interrupted by a loud snort coming from her.
“Everypony else always says that crap to me...” Well, seems that somepony has some nails after all. “But how in Equestria can her stupid advice about what’s ‘ladylike’ and not: ‘Sweetie, a lady always cleans her room!’; ’Sweetie, a proper mare always brushes her mane to perfection after a bath!’; ‘Sweetie! A lady doesn’t try to get a cutie mark in free climbing!’; ’Sweetie! Come out from that mud pit now!’” it was incredible how she could manage to imitate Rarity’s voice so well, and Shining Armor discovered himself chuckling at the little sketch she just put up for him.
“Well, maybe she can be a little overprotective...“ he guessed gaining a bad glance from the young filly “but you should forgive her for it... she works to maintain you both and is trying to be a good example for you... sometimes adults lives can be very stressful, and we can, not willingly, sometimes discharge this on the younger ones, or just appear a little neurotic to you.” He tried to explain with an apologetic intent. The filly sighed heavily and nodded.
“I guess... I would prefer that my sis doesn’t try to transform me in a younger copy of herself... I just want to be me, whatever that means... If I want a cutie mark in wrestling –I tried it and didn’t work, but still- I should be allowed to try it and not be punished for that just because Rarity doesn’t like it!” she shouted, frustration flowing. The stallion had to admit that she had a point: the older sister was supposed to leave her to gain experiences of her own, how she herself did as a filly, to discover her talent, maybe he should try to explain the situation to Twilight, his sister having quite a bit of influence on Rarity.
The minutes, passed, and Shining Armor had no idea how to respond to Sweetie’s complaints: the poor thing just sat there her eyes on the floor a little frown on her mouth. Maybe he could try to ease the whole situation by changing the topic, going on to something more ‘light’, to make her forget all that crap for a day. That seemed like a good idea to him: what could possibly go wrong, passing a day just hanging with a sweet little foal like her?
Yeah, it was quite a while since Shining had last dealt with a filly.
“Listen, I’m sure the whole situation will ease up before long...” he said not receiving any intelligible reaction from the little unicorn. “I promise I’ll get Twilight to speak with her and make her come to her senses.” He said with a little comforting smile on his face, the tiny pony lifted her head and looked at him a little unsure, he nodded, as to confirm his promise. Finally Sweetie smiled back, and he decided to continue. “So... wanna play something?” he proposed jumping off the sofa, trying to seem enthusiastic at the idea: the filly wasn’t that lame of a foal he thought. The filly’s smile only widened as she took a few moments to think about what she could find entertaining.
“OOH! OOH! I KNOW!” she squeaked waving a little hoof in the air, like she was trying to answer one of Cheerilee’s question during a class.
“Shoot!” he responded trying ridiculously to seem cool but just sounding like an old stallion trying to integrate with youth –witch was the case-.
“I wanna play the Doctor!” She shouted again with her acute voice, beginning to jump around him.
“Oh, okay. So you can be my companion, and I will be a Time Lord, and the library can be the inside of the TARDIS...” he began to figure it out. He always like role playing. He stopped only when he noticed the confused expression of the little white unicorn that was blinking at him having no idea of what he was talking about. He stopped his gesturing suddenly... maybe his nerdy part took control just for a second there. After a little silence the filly giggled.
“Not THAT Doctor, silly!” thank Celestia she knew that series... maybe he wasn’t so geeky after all. After a short sigh of relief he realized what the filly really intended, and got pale –even though he was already pretty white-. He gulped and with the last spark of hope in an unlikely misunderstanding asked her.
“What do you mean then?”
“You know, a lot of colts and fillies at school say they played it and had a lot of fun! I don’t know how to play, but you can teach me!” She explained not stopping to bounce, this time around the table. The stallion laughed nervously: well, at least she proposed it with innocence. After clearing his voice a bit and waiting for her to calm down, he decided to go for the straight way.
“Okay, we cannot play this.” He firmly said. The filly opened her mouth to say something but he continued, trying to not seem too assertive, but somewhat reasonable. “I can’t explain the reason why we can’t, because it’s your parents or sister duty, but believe me: I have a very good reason. You shouldn’t listen to those colts at school.”
“But...”
“Sorry, but no ‘buts’. I can’t, end of discussion.” He avoided her muzzle, surely armed In that moment with probably the best puppy face Equestria ever saw, and went to sit in front of the table, using his magic to grab some blank pages and a couple of pens. “What do you think about drawing?” he proposed turning back. The little filly sat on the floor, her nose pointed directly at the ground, the sound of tiny sniffs interrupting the silence. He felt his own heart break into pieces: what the heck was he supposed to do?! Play with her?! Well, maybe he had been a bit rough.
“Hey...” he whispered coming closer to her “I know that’s ‘not cool’ and stuff, but I’m sure once Rarity explains it to you, you will thank me for not doing it.” He tried to justify.
Silence and whines.
“I don’t think so.” That answer took him by surprise. He arched an eyebrow an looked at her, expecting some clarification. “Now I know there is a good reason that forbids an adult to play it with me.” She begin, a little grin forming under her nose: he was only more confused. “And if I told anypony that you played it with me, they would believe me.” Her devilish grin grew. “And you would be in trouble for that, right?” she pointed at him, now standing up and walking to him, her gaze now directly in his eyes.
‘What. The. Fuck.’
The little unicorn continued. “So now you’re going to explain that reason: if I get the impression you’re not sincere, I’ll say that you played it ROUGHLY with me.” He shivered. She just stared at the large stallion.
‘What the fuck do the fillies of today eat to become so... clever?’
“I’m waiting...” she tapped a hoof on the floor with impatience.
“Ehm...”
“So?...”
He cleared his voice for almost two minutes before managing to say something effectively. “Ok...” he took a long breath “We’ll begin with the basics: you know the differences between colts and fillies, right?” he asked. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
“You mean the penis?” He cringed at such a word escaping from a young filly’s mouth. This wasn’t going to be easy.
“Yeah... that and other stuff too...” he confirmed rubbing the back of his head. “You see.. playing the doctor is usually an excuse for colts to... explore by hoof those differences...” The filly tilted her head: it was evident that she didn’t understand the point, so he added something, “which is a bad thing...” no reaction “because those... parts of you... should remain personal until you’re an adult...” she blinked, he face hoofed. “because exposing yourself to others is not... socially acceptable.” She snorted.
“That’s all?” Sweetie asked.
“Well, seems enough to dissuade you.” The stallion said, hopeful.
“Somepony is sounding just like Rarity.” She rolled her eyes “ I want to do it, now.”
“I already told you we can’t and now you know even why.”
“This was not a question..” She corrected herself
“Are you trying to command the captain of the Royal Guard of Her Highness?” now he tried to seem a little intimidating. She ribbed her chin for a moment.
“It seems so...”
“You know this isn’t gonna work” he lied. Then she coughed a couple of times.
“’Oh Raity! Me and Shining Armor had so much fun last afternoon! We played the doctor! It was so awesome! He tickled ALL OVER my body, it felt so good, especially on my-“
“OK!OK! GEEZ!” The stallion interrupted her, his eyes reduced to a couple of pins from the shock. His mind ran through all the possibilities: trying to convince somepony that he didn’t play that with her was quite useless, his word against that of an apparently innocent filly; doing it would at least guarantee him the safety... no, he wasn’t really thinking of doing that with a school-filly, right? His mind gave him no confirmation about that. ‘Come on, brain, I need your help!’ he screamed in his head, receiving only the echoes of the beg.
“So... how do you play it?” she asked, the curiosity evident in her talking: at this point, trying to make the game ‘softer’ would be pretty useless, now that she could imagine easily how it worked, and refusing was not an option. He hesitated for several seconds, before deciding to follow her line: maybe she would get disgusted by the game and change her mind.
“You should... lay on your back...” he gestured with a hoof to the sofa, his eyes trying to avoid her figure in enormous shame.
“Wait... who said that you should be the doctor...” she asked looking at him with an amused expression. He just managed to contort his muzzle in surprise after that. They stared at each other for some seconds before he grunted and trotted to the sofa, climbing it and then laying there, his tail instinctively covering his shame and his sight to the roof. The filly strictly followed him and observed his actions with interest, her eyes scanning the toned silhouette of the colt, that sly grin still present on her lips. She ground her fore hooves together a couple of times in satisfaction.
“Now now now... what do we have here?” she asked rhetorically: it was surprising how quickly the little filly entered the role, almost disturbing for him. He said nothing just observing as her little hooves were now placed on the side of the couch.
“Seems that this stallion needs some DEEP inspecting...” she murmured before directing her attention directly at the zone under his belt. Shining Armor gulped: he still hadn’t realized just how ridiculous and embarrassing the situation was, and maybe, in the back of his head, a little arousing. Instinctively he shrank a bit and tightened his hind legs.
“Sweetie... please...” he almost begged. That was the most humiliating situation he ever found himself in. The little unicorn merely waved a hoof dismissively.
“Sush, patient. Leave the doctor do her job...” wait: was she talking to him like HE was the foal between them?
He felt something touching his flank. A rapid bowing of his head revealed that the filly was now trying to open up his legs, obviously without any result, seeing his physical strength. Sweetie looked at him with an impatient expression, evidently wanting him to cooperate. He gulped again: he had no choice, it was the point of no return.
“Sweetie, is it really necessary? I mean... we can play hide and seek or-“ he tried one last time to convince her but in response obtained only more pressure on his forelegs.
“Open up.” She literally ordered. How did a school-filly manage to be so... intimidating... was a real mystery to him. He sighed and tried to gradually relax his muscles, forcing his tail to move apart, his back legs spreading slowly. He closed his eyes in shame: he could almost feel the expectant eyes of her on his most personal parts. After some seconds he was completely displaying himself to the little unicorn; he had no courage to see her face nor the scene that was unfolding under his waist. What seemed to be an infinite silence followed.
“Is that it?” the voice of the filly broke the awkwardness. The stallion looked at her with an eyebrow arched and an interrogative expression. The filly was pretty perplex. “I mean. Shouldn’t there be something else?” she said, nonchalantly touching his balls and making him shiver slightly. She could barely hold a single testicle on an entire hoof. She tried to press lightly on a ball with the other hoof, measuring its slippery solid consistence under the furry white sack that contained them.
The stallion cringed.
“Hey! Careful!” he said feeling a little pain because of a little too much force on it. He paused for a moment. “And what do you mean with ‘something’?” he asked.
“Where is your penis?” she blankly, almost candidly asked. He rolled his eyes: now he had to explain how it worked? Seriously? He sighed again, and face-hoofed.
“What kind of doctor are you?” he almost ironically asked to her, who blushed a bit: so she had at least a spark of decency. After some moments of hesitation, he decided to finally explain. “You see... there it is... it’s just... not excited...” he still couldn’t believe what he was doing, and wasn’t sure if he was corrupting a little filly or if it was the contrary: a still small but existent voice in his mind was convincing him that having a foal touching him there wasn’t that bad after all.
The filly blinked at him.
“It...” he tried not to be too explicit, even if it was utterly useless, given the situation. “comes out just when receives the proper stimulation...” maybe using a technical vocabulary could make it less... degrading?
“Oh... I see...” the filly responded noticing that massaging his sack actually exposed the tip of his shaft, a pink and black, still flaccid, extremity. ”So... what do I do now?” she asked. It was incredible how every instant the situation was becoming more and more unbearable to him: now was he supposed to instruct her on how arouse him?!
“Well... Touch it... lightly...” he managed to mutter, almost immediately feeling her little warm hoof on his bare sensitive skin. He let escape a little gasp at which the filly giggled, amused.
“Am I doing it right, mister Armor?” she asked with a grin. That name somehow managed to intrigue him, and now the stallion was beginning to really enjoy that, a blob of pre-cum exiting from the rapidly stiffening length. The filly observed with interest the slimy substance coating the stallions almost completely hardened flat tip, and took by curiosity, passed a hoof in that liquid, covering just a little part of her foreleg and then narrowing it to her muzzle, her nose absorbing his strong and primal musk, her eyes examining how lucid it appeared. She knew, at least basically, what that secretion was.
“Are you done already?” She asked.
“What.” The colt asked a little annoyed.
“I mean... when a stallion is done they shoot out something like this.. have you finished already?” she explained, rotating her hoof, still analyzing the liquid. He sighed profusely: this was going to be a long afternoon.
“No, it’s not semen, if that’s what you’re asking... it’s just a natural lubricant...” Well, now he could allow himself to be explicit enough to not use paraphrases for everything. The filly nodded, rubbing her hooves together and noticing how effectively the mysterious essence he just emitted was. “It means you’re doing a good job...” the colt explained, almost inviting her to continue: he had no intention to be left hanging like that.
After a moment of hesitation, the filly took more pre in both hooves and began to pass it along the underside of his member, massaging with both of them from the base to just under the tip, and returning back, very slowly. The stallion let escape a little whine of pleasure, feeling the tiny hooves massaging his long throbbing cock, and bit his lower lip, arching his back a bit. Sweetie noticed with satisfaction what seemed to be a positive reaction to her attention, and increased the pace, obtaining as a result more pre drooling from his tip, that was gathered and used, the entire exposed surface of his shaft completely covered in his own juices.
The filly had to admit that the scene in front of her was exeriting a strange effect: she could feel a very unfamiliar yet not unpleasant warmth between her legs at the view of what for her was a huge juicy stallionhood throbbing under her touch, involuntary she licked her lips, her eyes half closed in a lustful gaze. Before she herself could notice it, her head was bowing towards his member, her mouth slowly opening allowing her tongue to exit. The smell of Shining’s masculinity filled her nostrils with all its intensity while her nose was just few inches from his bare, sensitive skin.
Shining Armor gaped loudly feeling something wet touching the tip of his rock hard member, his eyes widened and immediately noticed that Sweetie was actually licking, painfully slow, the final part of his dick, her eyes closed, her expression indicating that the filly was not only concentrating on his taste, but was actually enjoying it, a lot. He tensed, His shaft almost immediately contracting and indicating he was approaching the edge, the view of the little unicorn pleasing him with her little mouth, surely not helping.
The first close contact with stallion flesh was, for the young filly, very strange: at first, the strength of his musk just made her scrunch her nose: it was so wild and carnal... surely she wasn’t used to such a smell, yet it had something incredibly attracting, filling her head and making her mind go blank, the heat in her loins becoming an actual burning and, without herself completely noticing it, very moist. When her lips met the slimy juices that coated his cock, she cringed a bit at the strange sensation, a shiver running through her spine. After her tongue actually began to work on him, she could feel his heartbeat, his pulsing veins and tensed nerves under the thin skin, her ears soaked by the sounds of his heavy, deep breathes. And then was there was his taste: it was a mix of sweat and his own secretion, a miscellaneous composition of a strong salty taste and a hint of bitterness in it, all accompanied by the consistence of the substance that reminded her of some sort of jam. After the first lick, she parted from him for a moment and closed her mouth, leaving her tongue rubbing slowly against her palette, distributing the precious essence all over her little mouth, after some moments gulping it down with a pleased smile, her eyes still closed.
Shining’s mind was still processing what was really happening: a school-filly was actually blowing him, and Celestia have mercy, she looked so damn hot while doing it. The stallion’s legs was progressively tensing, sometimes kicking the air instinctively, his plot moving a bit up and down, helping the filly in her work. Without noticing it, his left leg went to rub between Sweetie’s legs, that the height of her groin: she was completely wet. He arched an eyebrow and a little grin appeared on his lips, noticing her reaction to that unexpected contact.
If the stallion was a little surprised of finding that at her age she could actually get so excited, the filly herself was almost shocked when she felt his rough fur grinding lightly against her puffy labia, just caressing her and stimulating a bit her now exposed little clitoris. She opened her eyes wide, her pupils reduced to size of pinheads, staring at nothing in particular, as her mouth opened and let out a high pitched squeak of delight, that just made the stallion grin more and rub his leg a couple of times rapidly, causing her to sit up on her haunches and arch her spine, her juices covering his knee completely that now pressed with more decision on her little entrance. Sweetie began to move rapidly and a little randomly on the colt, trying to acquire as much stimulation as she could.
It was only a few mere minutes before Shining Armor felt her legs tightening, her thin muscles contracted furiously around the middle of his legs, her labia becoming burning hot, the filly clenching her eyes and teeth, a loud scream of pleasure coming out of her throat, interrupted at every single spasm of her genitals, that almost made her jump a little, her little muzzle contorting in the completely new sensation of the mind blowing pleasure of her very first orgasm. She went instantaneously rigid, her hoof trying to sustain her, pressing on his chest, her hind legs kicking spasmodically at nothing but the couch. Her mane became gradually messier, a strand of her pink and purple curls covering her right eye, bouncing with all her body, as her little horn enlightened bursting into some multicolored sparks, reaching her peak and squirting a strangely large amount of love juices on his leg.
As the intensity of her outburst went down, she began to pant, feeling her legs weaken and slowly leaving herself fall upon him, her belly and chest now pressing against his still hard shaft, covering her tummy with his pre cum. Shining looked at a satisfied Sweetie, her head resting gently on his wide chest, only her mane and still lit magical appendage visible from his point of view, now her pants were the only sound in the whole house. Even though he still hadn’t finished, he gave the little one a break, lifting a fore hoof and going to caress her neck and mane. After almost a couple of minutes the filly looked up at him with glistening eyes, a little smile under her nose.
“That was...” she said between the breathes “the most... amazing... thing... ever...” she merely commented, receiving by him a nod. He had to admit that, even though he managed to corrupt a little filly, she could still appear, in his eyes, very cute, even in an after coitus messy wet bliss. After staring at each other for a few moments, she hugged him, in a sign of thanks, and noticed that the volume of his dick was still present under her, expecting her attention. She looked down and fondled the tip of his member, still spilling secretions. She looked back at him.
“Maybe I should return the favor...” she muttered, a little, surprising blush on her cheeks. Became quite more comfortable and relaxed, she sat up again and took his stiffened shaft between her hooves, now massaging its sides rhythmically up and down, following long, regular strokes. After a bit of stimulation, finally she opened her mouth a second time, opening it as wide as she could and trying to grip with her lips his moist tip.
The feeling of her tiny mouth stretching around his member made Shining Armor shiver slightly, the colt tried not to involuntarily push his hips forward and risk making her gag. He breathed in deeply, now leaving his head to fall on the soft couch, his fore hooves pressing on the soft surface of the sofa.
After finally managing to hold all his tip between her soft humid lips, Sweetie crawled forward a bit, her neck bowing as her body moved from his legs to his groin, her haunches now pressing on the base of his dick, just above his large sack. Unintentionally, the filly began to stimulate, with her soft tail, his testes, making him moan in bliss, while her still warm and wet little pussy rubbed on his pulsating stretched skin, making it glisten with her own juices. Her hooves were almost hugging his dick now, as the little white unicorn tried to push her head forward, very slowly, her cheeks becoming puffed in attempt to contain his length. She just succeeded to take the first inches of the adult stallion in her mouth before she began to feel the gag reflex becoming uncomfortable. Not daring to push forward, the filly increased her hoof stimulation, while her little tongue tried to coat his shaft with saliva.
Shining’s mind was almost blown by the incredible tightness yet softness of her little mouth on his stallion-hood. He could sense her muscles tensing around him stretching, and sometimes contracting, trying to contain his size, the little rough tongue rapidly passing all around his flesh, almost tickling the underside of it. He couldn’t help but moan progressively louder, his pleasure increased by Sweeties grip on him.
Seeing the good result of her work, the filly tried to bob her head a little, at first very slowly and klutzy, acquiring more fluidity after some attempts. She began to move her hips on him, while her hooves now were completely surrounding his erection, almost squeezing it on her soft furry belly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the slow and comfortable rhythm she acquired, concentrating on his intoxicating scent and taste, her clit rubbing on his member and forcing her to moan a bit, the vibrations coming from her throat stimulating the stallion even more, who could feel the edge narrowing by moments.
“Sweetie... I’m near...” Shining tried to articulate between his moans and grunts. He just hoped the filly heard him.
The young unicorn was surprise by a first powerful contraction of his member and her eyes went wide listening to his warning. She was a little nervous, having no idea of how much would shoot out of him, or how it would taste. Gulping the little amount of pre-cum that drooled in her mouth she relaxed as much as she could, increasing the frequency of her tilting movement along him. A few more seconds passed before the filly felt another spasm running along the dick, that seemed to harden even more than previously and increasing a little in its size, stretching her mouth to its limits.
The stallion just couldn’t handle any more and with a moan that became almost a scream of pleasure, moved his hips against her movements, making her bobbing a little deeper. The pressure in his loins was almost unbearable and his mind was almost blank, his horn already glowing in a light blue aura that was becoming more evident by the second. He growled, trying to endure just a second more before his release, but unsuccessfully.
Sweetie didn’t expected to receive such a generous load of the stallions essence in her mouth in a single contraction of his cock. Her oral cavity was now completely full of warm, thick, gooey semen, some little globs sliding out at both sides of her mouth. Feeling almost like choking, she parted immediately from his dick, that was coming with another shot of its precious secretion, concentrating in gulping down gradually the first load and massaging very rapidly his convulsing member, then suddenly it spit out another cum shot that landed directly between her eyes, a strand of semen covering her forehead partially, almost touching her horn, and sliding down her little nose, to finally touch her waiting lips where her little tongue collected the slimy substance, gulping it down with the rest. The third and fourth shot fell respectively on her mane, a glob of cum drooling down her cheek, and the other on her neck, immediately covering the upper part of her immature, flat chest.
After the powerful orgasm subsided, Shining Armor sighed, pleased, his eyes scanning the figure of the little filly covered by his own semen, his cum almost confusing with the pure white of her coat, just its lucid surface giving the evidence of its presence on her. He looked at her muzzle: how was possible that having half of her face covered in his sperm could look so cute? She smiled back at him and hugged him tightly, not caring for messing him up with the noticeable amount of thick substance.
They stayed there for a couple minutes, enjoying the complete silence of the upcoming evening: there were still several hours before the others returned home. The stallion moved that curl on her forehead behind her right ear, leaving a little space to him to place a light kiss on the little filly, his hooves now circling her slim form. He almost forgot that everything began from a very naughty game of hers: was this what got him so excited? Was he really, in the back of his mind so depraved? He didn’t really care, the fact was that the last time he spent ‘quality time’ with Candence was months ago, making that little sinful sweet release that much more enjoyable. Feeling a little too messy, her decided to break the peaceful pause.
“Hey doctor...” he murmured with a playful grin he tugged her mane.
“Mmmh?” was the only answer he received from the little unicorn that seemed almost asleep.
“I think it’s time for a good hot bubble bath... what do you think?” He asked sweetly, taking the filly in his aura while he got off the sofa, then placing the little one on his back and trotting towards the bathroom, turning on the hot water and letting her slide gently into the tub. She smiled in satisfaction, feeling the hot water polishing her coat and mane, a good amount of bubbles gradually surrounding her. After the tub was completely full, Shining joined her, sitting in front of the young filly. He rubbed his mane with the shampoo very carefully.
“So... you think your patient is healthy enough?” he asked jokingly. Sweetie giggled.
“Heh, pretty much...” she admitted with a little blush.
“I have to say... I never had such a peculiar visit...” he continued, just making her little muzzle redden even more.
They finished the playful bath quietly, relaxing and rubbing each other VERY accurately. When they exited the tub, Shining Armor helped Sweetie to dry herself using a levitation field on a towel.
“So... about our deal... can I expect from you complete reservation about our... examination?” he asked.
“Yup!” she squeaked in response.
The stallion passed the towel on her flank, removing the last traces of shampoo. His eyes widened at the sight of something that he couldn’t expect. He gulped nervously and muttered something unintelligible to the filly that immediately turned her head back, just to find that on her flank there was an actual brand new cutie mark: a throbbing dick. She smiled widely.
‘Shit’ was all Shining Armor could think in that moment.
THE END.
