The solitary schoolhouse that served Ponyville glistened in the morning light as a lazy summer Saturday began. The usually lively building was strangely silent, as three excited fillies chatted in the playground.

“It’s so strange being here when there’s no school to go to.” An orange member of the three Crusaders thought, listlessly hanging on a swing.

“It is kinda strange.” Applebloom said in agreement.

“I like it! We get to have recess but not go in to class after.” Sweetie added, all three giggling in union.

"Did you know there’s a new filly coming camping with us? One that doesn’t even go to school here?” Scoots asked.

“I heard she never went to school ever. She learns at home.” Said Applebloom.

“That’s not fair! Why do we have to get up and go to boring school. Can’t we just sit at home too?” Scootaloo kicked at an errant clump of dirt with her hoof.

“Well at any rate, Miss. Cheerilee said she doesn’t have her special talent yet either. So maybe she can join us in Crusading?” Sweetie Belle offered as she spread out on the warm grass.

“Well maybe…we have to find out if she’s mean or weird or somethin’ first.” Applebloom said.

“Of course!” Scoots said, jumping down from her ride. “We sorta made that mistake with Bab’s, even though she turned out okay.”

Cheerilee smiled as she saw the girls chatting happily. She put a reassuring hoof on the small, cream colored pony at her side. “Now Tag Along, they’re really very nice little ponies. They’re just your age, and I’m sure you will all be the best of friends.”

The little filly shuffled her hooves together anxiously. Tag Along had put on her best green bow, tied carefully around her tail. She wore her Filly Scout beret, but had decided on just a simple green bow for her mane. Picking what she would wear had been a challenge in itself. She really had never had many friends. Moving constantly and getting home-schooled really didn’t lend itself to meeting new ponies. Even in scouts, most of the fillies she met now lived far away. The small pony didn’t want to mess this up.

Sheltering the filly against her side, Miss Cheerilee led her to the three friends. She peeked out meekly at the other foals. “Girls, this is Tag Along. She’s the little Filly Scout that will be coming along on our trip. She knows all about camping from being in the scouts, so I’m sure she can give us some tips this weekend.” Cheerilee smiled wide as she gently nudged the little pony towards her students.

Hanging her head down slightly, Tag Along was able to squeak out a meek “Hi.”

Applebloom smiled at her, walking forward and taking her hoof in hers. “Hey there! I’m Applebloom, this is Scootaloo, and this is Sweetie Belle.” She said, motioning towards her Crusader companions. “Pleasure to meet yah!” She sealed her energetic greeting with a exaggerated hoof shake, rattling the cream filly with her powerful grip.

“Uh…yah!” Tag Along managed to respond, trying to smooth her mane back down.

“I heard you go to school at home. You’re gonna have to tell us how to do that.” Scootaloo winked at the other filly.

“Well, um, I’ll try to…”

“Do you live around here? We’ve never seen you around town before. And my sister knows like everypony in town.” Sweetie Belle asked.

“No, we don’t really…”

“Girls, please, this isn’t supposed to be an interrogation. Why don’t you check your bags and we can ask Tag Along about herself later.”

“Miss Cheerilee, whats an intero-gation?”

Resisting the temptation to facehoof herself, Miss Cheerilee pointed at the three bags propped against the schoolhouse, watching the girls walk over and check their provisions..

Looking down at the cream foal, Cheerilee placed a hoof gently on her back. “You’re sure you still want to come? I didn’t know it would be just you, Tag Along. Nopony you know is coming with us.”

“It’s okay, Miss Cheerilee. My mom said it was okay. And I don’t know many ponies here anyways. I would like to get to know some fillies my age.”

Cheerilee smiled. “Well, you do know me, Tag Along.”

The foal grinned as she looked up at the pony teacher. “That’s true!”

The mare bit her lip slightly at the cute grin from the foal. She still had her hoof on Tag Along’s back. She felt so soft. Her mane fell gently over her shoulders. Cheerilee felt herself running her hoof over the adorable green ribbons, ruffling her hair playfully between the ears. For some reason, the smell of the young filly drove the teacher crazy. She could not get enough. Sometimes she found herself with her muzzle close over Tag Along’s back, breathing deeply, nearly in an intoxicated haze.

She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way towards such a young pony. She had hundreds of students over the years, and never had felt like this before. As she sent the filly to grab her bag, Cheerilee found herself staring again. The bow tied around her tail allowed easy viewing to the slightly rounded, cream colored plot. The mare found herself having to shake herself back to reality. Maybe this weekend trip wasn’t such a good idea after all…

Waiting at the school, Applebloom sized up the Filly Scout from a distance. “Well, I can’t put my hoof on it, but she’s a bit off.”

“Oh come on, you only talked to her for like two minutes.” Scootaloo said.

“Well I like her.” Sweetie piped in.

Scootaloo nodded with her. “Yah, it’s kinda weird, ever since I met her I really felt like I wanted to be around her for some reason.

“I guess.” Applebloom agreed. "I mostly just feel like having a cookie though…”

Sweetie suddenly stared into space. “I do too…”

Silence fell on all three as Tag Along trotted up and started checking her bag. Applebloom pretended to busy herself as she thought of something to talk about with the other filly. Looking over, she noticed the cute way the scout had her tail bound in a length of ribbon. It was something new to the little pony. She could almost see the other filly’s most private place. And she smelled sort of nice. As she leaned in, she met the other pony nearly muzzle to muzzle, causing her to blush and shy away.

“Um, Tag Along, do ya’ll have any brothers and sisters? Sweetie and my sister are both comin’, and Rainbow Dash is coming with Scoots, on account’a her not having a sister.”

“Hey! Rainbow Dash is my honorary sister! She counts too, Applebloom!”

The yellow pony rolled her eyes slightly. Tag Along hoofed at the ground again. “Well, uh, no, it’s just me and my mom. My dad travels a lot for work.”

“No problem!” Sweetie smiled at the foal. “We have plenty of sisters to go around. Applebloom’s sis is called Applejack. My big sis is Rarity.”

Tag Along’s hoof froze on the zipper to her saddlebag. Her eyes became distant as she heard the name, zoning out completely. She remembered the white unicorn well. All the memories of her visit were still fresh in her mind. The way she had felt when that mare had touched her. She felt like a bad filly just thinking about it. Mind racing, she suddenly felt like she had to flee. Looking wildly from side to side, she searched for the prim unicorn.

“Somethin’ wrong, Tag Along?” Applebloom asked.

Tossing her pack on her back, the cream foal started looking anxiously for a way out. Cheerilee was busy talking to one of the older ponies. She assumed it was Applebloom’s sister. They did look very much alike. The apple Cutie Mark was a dead giveaway too. She had the same carefree, slightly un-groomed look as the younger pony. She was playfully tossing Applebloom around, making the filly squeal in delight.

Looking near the road, she could see the other ponies arriving. It was easy to tell who Rainbow Dash was. She stood off to the side, with an absent minded look on her face, multicolored mane flowing down her neck.

Tag Along froze a moment when she saw Rarity. The posh unicorn was unmistakable. Her face was shielded with an expensive looking pair of sunglasses and a white straw hat. She was resting on a covered chair, apparently seeking shelter from the midday sun.

For some reason, Tag Along felt a shudder in her nethers at the sight of her. A twinge of shame flowed through her.

“Tag Along?”

“H…huh?” The filly scout shook herself out of her stupor.

“Are you coming? We’re gonna head out.” Sweetie Belle smiled at the other foal.

For a brief moment, the cream colored filly thought of her options. She really wanted to get away from Rarity. But her mother had already left, and she couldn’t really get home by herself. At the same time some desperate yearning was calling out for her to go with Sweetie Belle. She had such a hard time meeting friends. Being at home nearly all the time was horrible sometimes. Maybe she would finally get to be with ponies her own age…

Shouldering her worn hiking pack, she trotted after Sweetie. “Sure! Let’s go.”

The day couldn’t have been better for their hike. The eight ponies headed into the foothills around town, into a sparse wood. The sun beamed down cheerfully, playing off the trees as they danced in the breeze. They made good time, and soon found a nice flat section to make camp.

Tag Along had been largely puzzled the entire hike. Rarity didn’t seem to pay her any heed whatsoever. It was almost as if the pony hadn’t remembered her at all. Sweetie had introduced her, but besides the usual pleasantries, the unicorn hadn’t said much to the foal. She wished she could say she was relieved, but if anything it just puzzled her more.

She tried to take her mind off of things by setting camp. The other Crusaders were delighted by the ease she could set up their tents, and she showed them how to make a proper fire pit.

Meanwhile, Rarity lounged in her fainting couch, rays of sun glinting on her perfect coat. "Sweetie dear, why don’t you take your new friend into the woods and she can show you how to make a proper campfire. I'm sure I wouldn’t have the first clue how to do it."

"Okay! Come on, let’s go." Sweetie Belle exclaimed, leading her new friend to the woods. Tag Along followed quickly, grateful to be away from Rarity. She still felt as if the mare was watching her as they disappeared into the forest of conifers.

Sweetie was already gathering up branches, hopping around happily as she cradled them in her hoof. Tag Along pointed out which ones to keep and which were too wet to burn. She busied herself picking up pinecones to start the blaze. Only when she spoke up did she finally realize just how quiet the woods were.

"I...didn’t know Rarity was your sister."

"Yah, she’s a great Big Sis. She knows all about making dresses and things, and she's a great cook!" Sweetie said cheerfully. "Why, did you meet her before?"

Tag Along froze as she looked down at the ground. All the feelings of that day washed back over her. She found herself blushing for some reason. "Yah. Just once."

The two foals busied themselves, letting the quiet of the woods take over again.

"Sweetie Belle...sounds like you really like your sister."

"Yah, of course. Why do you ask? Didn’t you like her?" Sweetie dropped a pile of sticky boughs on the ground near the little Scout.

The cream colored foal turned a bit more crimson. "Well, no, she was okay. It's just, she did some kinda weird things..."

Sweetie's ears drooped slightly when she heard this. "Like what?" She noticed how embarrassed the other foal looked, her face entirely flushed. "Did she try to tell you you weren’t doing something right? Cause she's just trying to help, she’s not a bossy pony, I promise!"

"N...no, she just was, um, giving me a weird kind of kiss." Tag Along found herself feeling a strange heat through her innocent frame as she thought about it. She suddenly felt like spilling every detail to Sweetie. "It wasn't even on the face. She kissed me here." The little scout motioned to her rounded flank.

The little unicorn looked incredulously at her. "She kissed your butt?"

"Um, not really. Here." Tag Along lifted her golden hued tail. Completely innocent and curious, Sweetie leaned and looked closer at the unexpected presentation. The Filly Scout reached a hoof back and lightly touched her small snatch, exposing it for the other foal. She felt her pulse ramp up as Sweetie's breath blew hotly on her backside.

"You mean where you pee? Why would anypony want to kiss you there?" Sweetie said as she scrunched her nose up. She couldn’t really picture her prim sister ever doing such a thing. Leaning closer, her nose twitched as she smelled a completely unexpected smell. For a brief moment she swore she could smell freshly baked Filly Scout cookies. Her mind blanked as a coconut covered confectionary wave washed over her, followed by a downpour of peanut butter and chocolate, filling her senses and burying her in crunchy goodness. Eyes hazy in possible diabetic shock, she reached forward. Sweetie just had to have a taste.

Tag Along felt the slippery tongue press against her inner thighs, scrunching in deep and touching her young snatch. She jumped at the sensation. “S…Sweetie, what are you…”

She didn’t get the rest of her sentence out. Sweetie had jumped her, tackling the scout to the grassy ground, exposing her crotch to the anxious young unicorn. “Tag Along…you really smell good.” Sweetie said in a dreamy haze. For some reason her tongue tasted coconut and chocolate when she had lapped the young scout. Her eyes were clouded over as she went in for another taste.

Helpless with the heavier unicorn laying on her back legs, Tag Along felt the warm tongue press between her lips. An inexperienced tongue worked deeper into her filly snatch. She felt a flashback to Rarity’s boutique.

No. This was different. Head on the grass, with Sweetie learning her way around her body, she didn’t feel afraid at all. She wanted to see what the other foal would do. Tag Along stopped struggling completely, and inched her rump upwards, offering the unicorn her plot.

Sweetie grasped cream colored legs with her hooves, pulling herself deeply into the warm thighs of the scout. She buried her muzzle in her slightly rounded cheeks, smelling her deeply. She licked the foal all over, finding each taste slightly different than the last. Nothing, however, was as sweet as her little pussy. She kept coming back, lapping at the small trickles of juice that were now soaking Tag Along’s thighs. The scout would moan or whimper occasionally, the feelings nearly overwhelming her.

Sweetie’s diligent tongue went deeper, parting young lips and tasting velvet walls, tickling the cream pony. Every once in a while, the unicorn would hit a sensitive spot, causing Tag Along to shudder against the other foal. Sweetie would be rewarded with another burst of her sweet tasting marecum, now drenching her muzzle and running down her greedy chin.

Purely by chance, the unicorn grazed Tag Along’s young clit, her rough tongue pushing its hood aside and drawing it out, sensitive flesh meeting the cool breeze. Tag Along gasped, driving her head into the grass. Sweetie responded, attacking the spot again, lapping at the little nub with her rough tongue.

The filly scout could take no more. The enthusiastic little pony was licking her clit hard. She pushed her rump into the white unicorn’s face, spasms pulsing through her thighs. She moaned as her snatch winked hard, covering Sweetie’s face in her cum. The foal pulled away in surprise, letting the rest of Tag Along’s juices run down her legs, pooling on the summer grass.

Tag Along rolled on her side, panting heavily. Her entire body still tingled, and it took her a moment to ride out the afterglow. Sweetie had already settled on her haunches, seemingly snapped out of her lust fueled haze. Their eyes met. “Sweetie…Sweetie Belle…Why did you?”

The white unicorn looked down at the ground, blushing crimson. She suddenly felt so ashamed at what she had done. “I don’t know. You just smelled so good, and, I dunno. I guess I just did it…” Sweetie looked at her with sad eyes. “Is that what my sister did?”

Still gasping for breath, Tag Along smiled. “No. That was way different. That was better.”

Sweetie hoofed at the ground for a moment. “Should…should we go back?”

Tag Along got up, walking over to the other foal. She reached out and gave her a peck on the cheek. “It’s okay Sweetie. We can stay a little longer.”

Author's Note

I tried to remove the 'Dark' tag because this is turning into a more adorable foal fiddler story rather than an evil one. Didn't go through. Oh well, I'll try tomorrow.