Everypony Loves Filly Scout CookiesView OnlineFilly Scout DeliteEverypony Loves Filly Scout CookiesIt was a sunny, upbeat Sunday in Equestria. Clouds hovered lazily in the sky, doing little to dissuade the golden rays of sunlight as they shone down on the cobbled streets. A series of squeaks echoed through Ponyville. A lone cream colored Filly Scout pulled a large load of home baked cookies in neat looking boxes. Ponies walking the street turned and smiled at the intrepid little entrepreneur as she walked her wagon carefully from door to door. So far sales had not been great. Apparently some pink pony stuffed the residents of this town so full of sweets that she hadn’t had much luck. Pulling the cart to the next house, she suddenly perked up. It was a large, round building, decorated lavishly with banners and all manner of decorations. The windows were covered in sunny yellow curtains. “Things are looking up!” The filly exclaimed happily. She adjusted her green beret and straightened her necktie. She put on her most adorable face, scrunching her muzzle up slightly, and knocked on the door. A snow white unicorn answered quickly, glancing from side to side, before realizing her visitor was slightly more pint sized. “Well, what do we have here? I don’t imagine you are here for a dress, are you darling?” Rarity said, smiling to the little Filly Scout. Keeping her adorable demeanor, the foal launched into her well-practiced sales pitch. “Hello Ma’am! I’m Tag Along with the Ponyville branch of the Filly Scouts! I’m trying to raise bits to fund our organization by selling our homemade cookies. If I sell enough I get to go to Canterlot on a special trip!” She beamed up the unicorn. “I have all kinds of delicious types of cookies. Would you be interested in any Ma’am? Rarity grinned as she leaned against the door frame, feigning interest as she surveyed the cream colored earth filly. Her blonde mane was cut in a boyish manner, tucked behind her little ears. She wore an adorable little uniform, with a red ribbon tied around the base of her tail. Rarity suddenly felt very hungry for cookies. “Ma’am?” Tag Along had finished her sales pitch and saw looking up with an earnest look on her face. “But of course I will help out your sales drive, my dear. It would be in bad taste to not help such a cute little filly.” Rarity said, reaching out a hoof and patting the small foal on her head. She could tell the little pony was suddenly very excited. She reached over to her cart and started rummaging through it. She produced several different boxes of cookies, all in the distinctive green boxes of her club. “Um, I have Samoas, Thin Mints, a lot of Shortbread, um…” She stuck her little rump in the air as she dug deeper into her cargo. Rarity stared down at the petite little scout, admiring her girlish shape, and her complete lack of modesty. “Darling, why don’t you come inside and sit down for a bit. I can get you something to drink while I go and get my purse.” Tag Along popped out of the mound of boxes, plopping on the ground as she looked up at her customer with an apprehensive look. “Oh, but Ma’am, I’m not ‘sposed to go into a strange pony’s house.” Rarity smiled at her. “Then you’re in luck, dear. This isn’t my house. This is my Boutique. Anypony is welcome here. My shop is always open to the public.” Tag Along considered this for a moment as she looked at the white unicorn. She certainly looked like an important pony. Her mane was styled well, and her coat shone. She obviously had money. And Tag Along didn’t want to lose the sale. “Ma’am? What's a Bo-teak?” Stifling a small giggle, Rarity corrected her. “It’s a Boutique, my dear. I make dresses and clothing for only the finest colts and fillies in Equestria. Maybe I could show you some of my latest work as well?” The little foal looked over at her heaping cart, and back towards the kind face of Rarity. She seemed like a very nice pony. And she had been walking so long today. A nice break and a drink sounded better each minute she thought of it. “Alright Ma’am, I guess I could take a little rest.” Rarity held the door open widely as the foal stepped inside her shop. Reaching out, the white pony made sure to pull the wagon in after her. Scanning the street, she didn’t see anyone around. With a grin, she closed the door, locking it behind her. Admiring all the fancy dresses and costumes laid throughout the store, Tag Along suddenly felt like she was somewhere very grown up. She had only seen her mother wear a dress like this once, when she had gone to a gala ball in Canterlot. The filly always had remembered how much like a princess her mother had looked wearing it. “Have a seat, dear.” Rarity motioned towards a red velvet couch. She walked off into the kitchen, opening a cabinet. Thinking for a moment, she selected a very sweet pomegranate wine. She poured it into two drinking glasses, and walked out to see her guest. The filly was kicking her little hooves back and forth as she sat on the couch. Rarity felt her body start to flush as a heat overtook her. Tag Along accepted the drink happily, but was surprised to find the other mare sat down right next to her. There were many seats around the room, but the older pony had settled down quite close to her. She could feel the other pony’s coat brush against her occasionally, but she ignored it and took a sip of her drink. It was something she had never had before. At first it was sweet like fruit juice, but it felt warm in her throat all the way down. “Mmm, this is good, Ma’am. What is it?” she looked up with innocent eyes. “Oh, just a special juice that my friend makes. She works on an apple farm. They make all kinds of delicious foods and drinks.” Rarity said. She smiled down at the foal as she took another deep drink. She obviously enjoyed it very much. “So what do you do in the Filly Scouts, Tag Along? You see, I have a little sister that I think would really like meeting some new ponies.” Tag Along beamed up at Rarity, her cheeks already slightly flushed. “Oh! We do all kinds of things, Ma’am. We go camping and play sports, we help other ponies too! We were gathering clothes for homeless ponies last week.” “My, that sounds exciting! Do you think my sister would like it? Do you enjoy the Scouts, Tag Along?” “It’s my most favorite thing, Ma’am. I really like the camping trips. We always learn a lot of new things about the forest.” Tag Along took another deep drink. She couldn’t understand why, but she was suddenly feeling very warm all over. Her head felt a little lighter than usual. “Do you always wear such adorable outfits, my dear? I think my Sweetie Belle would look just darling in them.” Rarity reached a hoof out and ran it along the foal’s sash. She could feel the soft velvet of her coat. Her precious little heartbeat. It was beating so fast. “Ah, yes, Ma’am, we all wear the same uniform. It’s really nothing special…” Tag Along would have shifted slightly away, but she found herself at the edge of the couch. The other pony was pressing against her now, and she felt a white hoof stroking her side. A brief twinge of panic sparked in her mind but her whole body was against it. Her hooves had started to feel heavy, and her coordination was off. She tried to drink from her glass, and bumped it into her snout before finding the mark. Rarity was feeling more confident. “Tag Along, what do you do at night on your camping trips? Do you sleep with the other little fillies? Do you ever do anything with them at night?” She trailed her white hoof down to the foal’s small blank flank. The coat was so soft. She stroked the little pony’s leg with her hoof. Tag Along was feeling very strange. Her mother had told her nopony was ever supposed to touch her between her legs. She looked down and realized she had finished the strange drink. She tried to reach out and place the glass on the nearby coffee table, but found it harder than it looked. She fumbled several times before setting it down. Reaching down, she tried to push away the other pony’s probing hoof. But Rarity simply took her hoof in hers, and pushed it lower between the foal’s thighs. Tag Along piped up in alarm. “Ma’am! Please…don’t do that.” She looked around in panic. The room seemed to spin slightly, distorting her vision. “ I…I need to go.” She tried to scoot down out of the chair, but Rarity held her fast. “Really, darling, I didn’t even get my cookies yet. It would be terrible manners to leave before filling my order.” Rarity said, reaching down and flipping the green beret off the foal with her teeth. “And I hardly believe this is anything you haven’t done before with your little scout friends.” She smiled gently as she held the small filly’s hoof against her small snatch, rubbing it gently, coaxing the tiny clit out of hiding. The foal felt her mind swimming with the effects of the alcohol and the sudden stimulation of her inner thighs. She had never touched herself the way this white pony was forcing her to now. There seemed to be some extra sensitive spot that caused her to fidget every time her little hoof brushed it. Tag Along squirmed in Rarity’s grasp. “Why are you doing this, Ma’am? Please, I just…ahhh…I want to go home!” Looking down at the cream pony with hungry eyes, Rarity straddled her with her front hooves, pushing her back further against the thick velvet cushion. “You promised me Filly Scout cookies, darling, and I am going to have them before you leave.” She concentrated her magic on her cupboard at the other side of the room. She knew just what she wanted. The door opened, and a small bottle of chocolate sauce levitated obediently to the white mare. She brought it over to the small pony quivering under her, and carefully drizzled a small amount over her developing breasts and her pink slit. Rarity decorated her cookie carefully, making sure its looks would match its taste. Tag Along whimpered slightly as she felt the cool chocolate drizzle over her most private parts. She tried to clamp her legs together as tight as she could, but the mare held them fast with her front hooves, splaying her privates wide open. She cringed as the sticky liquid flowed into her little cunt, and tickled that sensitive spot she had felt before further up. She had given up begging, and started to cry slightly as the unicorn eyed her hungrily. Rarity grinned as she undid the red ribbon around the foal’s tail, not wanting to ruin it. The blonde tail spread out wide, catching a few errant drips of sauce. Not able to hold back anymore, the mare dove in, first suckling the tiny teats of the filly, lapping the chocolate off the soft skin. She teased them with her tongue, nipping lightly at them, bringing forth adorable little flinches from Tag Along. Rarity circled them with her soft tongue, cleaning all the chocolate off the creamy coat. She pulled back, looking at the young scout. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell quickly. Her face was flushed crimson. She was positively adorable. Glancing down at her perfect snatch, Rarity stopped for a moment. “Hmm, what shall we call this cookie, Tag Along? Foal Delite? Scout Sandwich?” She reached down and pursed her lips, suckling the small pink clit, slurping the chocolate sauce off it as the scout spasmed at the unexpected sensation shooting through her. “How about…a Foal Crème?” Her tongue lapped deeper, entering the virgin folds, seeking all the hidden sweetness inside. She loved the taste of a younger filly. Mixed with the chocolate, she ate the scout out happily. Tag Along’s mind was awash with mixed feelings. She felt like a very bad filly indeed to let this other mare touch her in such a private place. There was still the feeling that she should fight and try to escape. But she felt so heavy, and her head had such a cloudy feeling. As much as she hated to admit it, some of the things she felt between her legs did feel nice. Rarity’s tongue was prodding deeper now, seeking that sensitive area at the top of her velvet cunt. Tag Along wasn’t sure she liked this at all, but suddenly, the slippery intruder touched her just right, and she bucked her hips reflexively, her breath nearly taken away as her body lit up with new found pleasure. Rarity grinned as she felt the foal thrash against her. She pulled out her tongue, wanting to enjoy things. She lapped at the rest of the chocolate sauce. To her surprise the little filly started pushing her snatch into Rarity’s face, no doubt trying to feel that same pleasure once more. Rarity chuckled. “Well aren’t you a dirty little Filly Scout? Do you like doing such dirty things with strange ponies, Tag Along?” The foal blushed more if it was possible. She looked away from Rarity’s judging gaze. “It’s quite alright, dear. Let me give you what you want.” Rarity plunged her muzzle into the sweet little crotch again. She thrust her tongue in deeply, stroking the upper wall carefully once more, eliciting a moan from the scout. Stroking it up and down, she could feel the foal working into a frenzy as Tag Along pushed her bottom against the older mare. She didn’t care if it was wrong anymore. The feelings of shame were as far away right now as her inhibitions, thanks to the wine. Tag Along just wanted to feel more of this strange tickling in her privates. She looked down at the mare longingly, trying to drive more of her tongue up inside her. Rarity knew she was close. It was sometimes difficult to bring a foal to climax. But the white mare had plenty of practice. She knew her oral assault on the tiny g-spot would drive her into a frenzy. And now she brought her hoof up to finish her off. She gently stroked the undeveloped clit with her hoof tip, as she drank deep of the sweet little cunt. Tag Along was breathing fast now, making cute little moans from time to time. Suddenly, Rarity felt a slight wetness on her tongue. The tight walls of the foal’s snatch clamped on her tongue as she experienced her first orgasm. Rarity relented, stroking up and down her slit as the youngster came down off her orgasmic high. Reaching her head up, Rarity took the opportunity to kiss the scout deeply, feeling her warm breath as she tried to catch her breath after the most intense thing she had ever felt. She found Tag Along’s small, soft tongue, and intertwined it with hers, taking her time and enjoying the young scout’s mouth. She broke away, Tag Along looking back at her with glassy eyes. “Now my dear, for being such a good filly, I will give you a special treat. You can have one of my cookies.” Rarity seated herself next to the scout, bringing the chocolate sauce over her anxious body. She drizzled it on her own snatch, feeling it mix with her already gushing juices. She spread it liberally, smiling at the contrast of the dark chocolate against her snow white coat. Tag Along was looking at her spread open thighs. She had never seen another filly in this lewd position before, let alone in a way like this. She was mesmerized as Rarity winked her perfectly groomed hole at the little filly. “I think I will call this a Mare Creme Delight. Now dig in my dear, it's bad manners to refuse a treat from your host.” Tag Along looked at the mare, confused. It took a while before it dawned on her what exactly this pony wanted her to do. She looked at the dripping opening, looking into Rarity’s eyes, pleading. “Ma’am…please don’t make me do that…please…” Rarity looked at the filly, unamused. “Tag Along, a proper lady always returns a favor. I ate your cookie so I simply must insist you eat mine.” With that, a purple glow grasped the foal’s head, pulling it down to Rarity’s thighs. She could feel the scout’s warm breath on her now, the tip of her muzzle against her sensitive skin, a slight struggling as the scout tried to pull away. Pushing her deeper against her snatch, she could feel the chocolate smear against the filly’s face, and her stifled breath as she opened her mouth for air. She clamped the open mouth against her sticky hole, forcing the foal to taste it. Tag Along struggled slightly for breath, and suddenly found herself tasting the older mare. She was surprised to find the taste was fine. The chocolate along with the other juices washed across her little tongue, but she didn’t hesitate. She knew what this mare wanted, and she resigned herself to finish. Reaching out with her tongue, she started lapping at the soft inner walls, trying to simulate what had just been done for her. Rarity found herself in heaven. It was sometimes so hard to get foals to return the favor. Without force that is. But Tag Along was apparently a smart little filly. She was using her mouth for all she was worth. Rarity arched her head back, closing her eyes as she delighted in the feeling of her snatch being eaten out. The filly was of course completely inexperienced, but for Rarity, this only added to the pleasure. A white hoof bumped Tag Along on the snout, as Rarity reached down and worked her clit in rhythm to the foal lapping at her marehood. Tag Along started crying once more, tears running down rivulets on her cream colored face, dripping off her muzzle onto Rarity’s coat. The sight was almost too much for the mare. She bucked her hips against the scout’s face, forcing her tongue as deep as she could get it. The filly pulled back at the sudden movement, stroking the full length of Rarity’s snatch in one smooth motion, sending the mare into a powerful orgasm. “Nggghhhh!!” Rarity came hard. Her juices splashed onto Tag Along’s muzzle, sending the surprised foal tumbling backwards, her chest and chin dripping with Rarity’s sticky cum. The unicorn lay on her couch a few moments, breathing deeply and rubbing herself, letting the afterglow consume her. She reached over and took a drink of her wine. Tag Along merely sat on the plush carpet, shaking slightly. Sighing, Rarity arose, picking up the little foal and tidying her up as well as possible. She retrieved the green velvet beret and placed it on her head. A damp towel cleaned her marecum from the filly’s face. Carefully she tied the red ribbon around her tail. “Now Tag Along, surely you know the Filly Scouts don’t allow filly fiddlers.” She looked at the foal sternly. “So I’m sure what happened here today can stay a secret. After all, I wouldn’t want to get you kicked out of scouts. And what would your parents think, my dear?” She said with a smirk. The Filly Scout didn’t say a word. She walked through the door with a slightly unsteady gait, and reached for her wagon of cookies. Rarity’s eyes lit up as she thought of something. She lit her horn and brought out thirty bits, placing it in the wagon with the other money from the day. Tag Along looked at it miserably. Rarity beamed. It really was the least she could do.
Rule #14: A Scout Shall Always Look Her BestView OnlineFilly Scout DeliteRule #14: A Scout Shall Always Look Her BestTag 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...
A Hiking We Will GoView OnlineFilly Scout DeliteA Hiking We Will GoThe 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.
