Tag Along shuffled down the street looking down at the ground dejectedly. She felt rather miserable. Her thighs felt wet against the slight breeze, reminding her constantly of what just happened. She tried to clamp her little blonde tail down against them, but it was still sticky, and she pulled It back away in disgust. She still felt slightly wobbly on her hooves. She looked up at the clock tower. It was still several hours before her parents came to pick her up. Pulling her red wagon to a nearby bench, she sat down, pouting slightly as she curled into a fluffy ball.

A shadow passed over her, and Tag Along looked up, her eyes still bleary with tears. She saw a kind dark pink face looking down at her, eyes warm and comforting. Stopping her low sobs for a moment, she peeked out from between her hooves at the other pony.

“Are you okay, my little pony?” She said, a soft smile on her face.

Wiping her eyes, Tag Along sat up. “I’m alright, Ma’am. I’m just waiting for my parents.” She remembered the white unicorn’s words. She really didn’t want to get in further trouble.

The older mare looked the Filly Scout over. She certainly looked slightly worse for wear. Her flank still had smudges of brown chocolate on it. Her chin and chest were matted down and disheveled. There was a smell on her that the pink pony recognized. The little filly certainly wasn’t okay.

“What’s your name, dear? My name is Cheerilee. I’m a teacher right here in town. Are you sure you’re okay? When are your parents coming?”

Tag Along was very conflicted. On one hoof she knew she wanted somepony to help her desperately. She felt dirty and slightly sick. The filly longed for a bath and her safe bed at home. But she didn’t feel like she could trust another strange pony now. She kept thinking back to the white unicorn in the Boutique. She had seemed so kind at first. Now whenever she thought of her face, she could only picture the dirty things she had made her do. Her eyes teared up again when she realized she didn’t even know the white pony’s name.

“There, there my little pony. It’s okay.” Cheerilee reached out a hoof and tried to pat the filly’s shoulders to calm her. The foal pulled away, gasping in fright. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Cheerilee exclaimed.

“I…I just want to go home.” Tag Along said between sobs.

“Where is your home, dear? Do you live nearby?”

“N…no, I live out of town, Ma’am. They’ll come soon to get me though, I promise!”

Cheerilee furrowed her brow slightly, concerned about the little scout. “I won’t leave you here on this bench like this. Let’s get you cleaned up. You really look like you could use a nice bath. Would you like that?”

Looking at the kind teacher, Tag Along did admit to herself it would feel nice. “I’m really not ‘sposed to talk to strangers, Ma’am.”

Grinning at her, Cheerilee lowered her head to her level to look into her emerald eyes. “Why don’t you tell me your name then? You already know mine. Then we won’t be strangers anymore. We’ll be friends.”

Tag Along wiped her muzzle on her hoof, trying to dry up her tears. “I’m Tag Along, Ma’am.”

“Well, what a nice name. Very happy to meet you, Tag Along.” She reached out a hoof, carefully taking the foal’s hoof in hers, shaking it in greeting. Tag Along felt a little better at the kind pony’s touch. Holding onto the filly’s hoof, Cheerilee helped her off the bench, and started to lead her down the street. Tag Along pulled away, suddenly anxious.

“Where are we going Ma’am?” She said, her voice wavering.

“I’ll take you to the Ponyville School, Tag Along. You can get cleaned up and we can get a hold of your parents and tell them to come get you.”

That sounded good to the little filly. She offered her hoof to Cheerilee, and the teacher took it. Cheerilee had already attached the cookie loaded wagon to her neck, pulling it easily behind her. “So did you have much luck selling cookies today, Tag Along?”

“Um, no, not much Ma’am. Some pink pony kept beating me to the punch! Nopony in town wanted any extra sweets around.” Tag Along pouted.

Cheerilee chuckled at the scout. “Well, that sound like Pinkie Pie. I wouldn’t get too discouraged though. Ponyville is a big place. Also, Tag Along, you don’t have to call me Ma’am. You may call me Cheerilee.”

“Sorry, Ma’am!” The filly scout piped up. She was already feeling a lot better.

Being a weekend, the schoolhouse stood completely empty. Cheerilee unlocked the door, and led the small scout inside. Tag Along gaped at the school interior. She was a home schooled filly, and all the posters and books that filled the room were something she had never seen before. Walking near a small student desk, she looked at the neat rows, imagining other foals filling the seats.

“Have you ever been in a school before, Tag Along? I know you aren’t one of my students.”

The small pony turned her head quickly, as if snapping out of a trance. “No Ma’am…er, I mean, Miss Cheerilee. My mother teaches me at home. We’re too far away for me to come to school. She said one day I would get to come though!”

Cheerilee beamed at her. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful. I would love to have you as a student, Tag Along. You could make so many new friends here, too.”

The teacher watched the foal carefully. It was true she wasn’t one of her students. After today, she probly would never see the little pony again. Homeschool parents seldom ever changed their position, usually due to ingrained traditions. If anything happened in that tiny schoolhouse, nopony would ever know. She shook her head slightly. It wasn't like her to have such thoughts about foals. But there was something about this filly she just found hard to resist...

“Tag Along, the bathroom is right over there. There’s a small tub in the back, just big enough for a little pony like you. Why don’t you go get nice and clean and I’ll tell your parents to come get you.”

Tag Along smiled happily. “Thanks, Miss Cheerilee.” She clopped off into the schoolhouse’s single bathroom.

The pink mare watched her trot by, keeping her cheerful expression. She walked calmly over to the door, and turned the lock slowly. Turning around, she followed the little Filly Scout into the adjacent room.

She heard the running water from around the corner. Peeking around the tiled wall, Cheerilee saw the foal removing her sash and necktie, placing her clothes carefully on a wooden bench. She tested the water as it filled the white tub. The schoolhouse had never been built with a formal bath, but a spigot in the white tiled wall and a small plastic tub filled in nicely, for whenever any little pony got too messy in the playground.

Cheerilee had to practically bite her lip as she watched the scout untie her blonde tail, letting the shining hair cascade down her flank. ‘Why was she so irresistible?’ Cheerilee thought. It was like those damn cookies they sold every year. She always sat down to eat one or two, and ended up consuming the entire box. For some reason she just couldn’t stop looking at this little filly.

Tag Along sighed as she tested the water with a hoof, carefully stepping in. Steam rose up and wilted her boyish mane, plastering it against her coat. The older mare couldn’t resist anymore. She strode into the room, eliciting a gasp of shock from the scout as she stumbled in the small tub. Cheerilee met her gaze with a warm smile.

“I got in touch with your parents, Tag Along. They’ll be along shortly.” Cheerilee walked over to the tub, playfully batting some water at the filly. “They were very worried about you. But they sounded happy you were safe.”

The scout seemed to relax a bit at those words. She still stared at the teacher, uncomfortably close to her while she was so vulnerable in the bath. “Thank you, Miss Cheerilee. C…can I take my bath now please?”

“Certainly my little pony. Come here, I’ll lend you a hoof.” She said happily.

“I…I can wash myself, Miss.” Tag Along said, shrinking back slightly.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, Tag Along. I help all my students in the bath. Now stop being so shy. I promise I will be very gentle.”

Looking into her emerald eyes, Tag Along did feel that she was a kind pony. And she did care for foals every day, so she must be a nice mare. She eventually relented, and scooched over, allowing the dark pink hoof to ruffle her mane playfully. “That’s better. Now, let’s get this dirty little pony all nice and clean.”

Tag Along felt her anxiety start to fade as Cheerilee’s hooves cleaned her fluffy chest and back. The warm water washed over her blonde mane as the mare rinsed her clean, washing away the past abuse of the day. Cheerilee carefully used a sponge to wash the filly’s face, getting all the remnants of Rarity’s earlier indiscretions off the innocent foal’s coat.

When she reached further back on the pony’s flanks, Tag Along jumped, and pulled away from Cheerilee suddenly. The teacher gasped slightly to herself as she saw how red her small slit was, peeking out from between her damp tail. “Tag Along, it’s alright dear. Just settle down.” She reached out and comforted the little foal, cradling her wet body against hers. “It’s okay.” Tag Along looked into her calming eyes and settled down. This mare wasn’t like the unicorn earlier.

“You must tell me, Tag Along, what happened to you earlier? Why were you crying?”

“I’m…not ‘sposed to tell anypony…”

“You can tell me, dear. I won’t tell. Maybe I can help?” Cheerilee said gently.

Tag Along was crying slightly, but she held back her sobs. She looked up at the kind mare, her face full of worry. “I stopped at some white unicorn’s house, Miss Cheerilee. It was so pretty. I thought she might have lots of bits to buy cookies with.

“When I went to the door, she was really nice. She said she would buy a whole lot of cookies too. She gave me something nice to drink. But she wasn’t nice at all. I started to feel all funny, and then she…she touched me.” Tag Along kept crying. She slumped her head down against the side of the tub.

Cheerilee smoothed her mane with a hoof. She carefully shifted her body, allowing her other hoof access to her already dripping cunt. She breathed deeply as she touched her clit, shuddering slightly to herself. “Where did she touch you, Tag Along?”

The scout looked up at Cheerilee with watery eyes. “She touched my privates, Miss Cheerilee. She put some sticky stuff all over me and used her…her tongue on me.”

The teacher hit a sensitive spot in her pink folds, nearly losing her balance against the tub as her other hoof felt weak for a moment. She was having trouble keeping her heavier breathing in check. Just looking at the foal before her in the tub describe such a thing was driving her crazy. “What else did she do?”

“I tried to get away, but she kept going. After a while, I felt really weird, and she stopped. She was really happy then. But after she was done, she made me do the same things to her.”

Cheerilee was almost certain the filly could see her other hoof now as she was furiously rubbing her clit, stifling a gasp as the first wave of orgasm came over her. She really didn’t care at this point. Her cum was dripping down to the tiled floor, mixing with small pools of water and heading slowly for the drain. “Did she…did she make you use your tongue too, Tag Along?” Cheerilee half panted.

Tag Along stopped for a second. Miss Cheerilee looked different. Her face was flushed, and the scout could see her hoof moving somewhere down below the edge of the tub. She looked down at the white tile, slightly ashamed, but still continued. “She made me lick her privates too. I didn’t really want to. She just kept pushing me against her, so hard I could barely breathe. When she was finished, she told me to leave, and never tell anypony what happened.”

Slumping against the tub, Cheerilee was now gently teasing her snatch, delighting in the little shocks of pleasure from the super sensitive skin after her orgasm. She stared at the tiled wall, a contented look on her face.

“Miss Cheerilee?” Tag Along said louder to get her attention.

“Huh? What?” Cheerilee snapped to her senses.

“Cheerilee… some of the things the unicorn did to me, they felt sort of nice. Am I a bad pony?”

The pink mare smiled at her. “No, dear. You are a perfectly fine little filly, and you did nothing wrong. There are just some ponies in this world that are attracted to little fillies like yourself. And you are a very cute little filly.” She patted the scout on the head. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Tag Along. You are all clean and safe now. Be a big mare for me and don’t cry any more tears about it, okay?”

Tag Along managed a wide little foalish grin for the older mare. Cheerilee chuckled as she dried the filly off, and left her to dress.

The Filly Scout walked back into the classroom, her mane shining. She felt one hundred percent better. The afternoon rays of sun were streaming in through the windows. Cheerilee was grading papers at her desk. She looked up when she noticed the filly looking at her.

“Do you feel better, my little pony?” she said.

“I really do, Miss Cheerilee.” The Filly Scout looked down at a the floor, crossing her hoof against the other absently. “Thanks for being so kind to me.”

Cheerilee smiled at her. “Don’t mention it, Tag Along. I was actually thinking of something that might cheer you up. I bet you really like camping, don’t you?”

The foal’s eyes lit up. “I love camping! It’s like my favorite thing to do in the Filly Scouts. We only get to go one time a year though, and my parents are usually too busy to take me.”

“Well, some of my students are going next weekend, and I would love if you came with. You could make some new friends and enjoy yourself. Just check with your parents and I’ll be happy to take you myself.”

“Hmph, I don’t even need to check with them. They hardly are ever around anyways.” Tag Along said as she pouted.

“Well, it would make me feel better if you asked anyways. You can come by next Friday at three if they say you can. We should be done with school then.” Cheerilee said. She walked over and put a hoof over the Filly Scout. “Now come along, we should go wait for your parents. I’ll stay with you until they get here.”

The scout trotted happily alongside her. Cheerilee ran her hoof along her cream colored coat. She was so very soft. It was going to be a long week.

Author's Note

Next Up: The big camping trip! Will Rarity be there? We'll find out...