Monday had been a normal affair for Peach Fuzz. She'd gotten out of bed, gotten ready for school, ate some toast and grabbed her school bag before heading off to school. Spelling and writing had been the first class to start with, and later on they learned about math and multiplication. During lunch she chatted with her friends over a daisy sandwich her Mom had made her. After school she trudged home, waved her friends goodbye, and made it just in time to show up at the same time as her mother. Her Mom brought her a cupcake from work at the bakery, and she did her homework before going out to see her friends at the park, coming back before sundown, and went to bed.

Tuesday, though, had been different. Tuesday's were always different. After the usual daytime routine, Peach came home from school to an empty house. Her mother worked late on Tuesday's and so she was left to her own devices, often until evening. It wasn't unusual for her to go to bed with toast or a muffin for dinner because she wasn't old enough to cook yet, and it didn't look like it would be any different on this particular day.

As soon as she was in the house she dropped her saddlebags at the door and skipped on into the kitchen to grab a post-school snack. It was a hot Summer's day and a glass of lemonade with her crackers sounded like a neat idea, so she carefully tugged the jug out of the fridge, carried it to the table, and tilted it toward a glass. Without spilling a drop she filled it and carried it back. With a triumphant grin she clambered onto the kitchen chair and drank her small victory with pride, quickly wolfing down her snack as fast as she could in record time. Finished, she left the plate and glass in the sink, and trudged upstairs to her room.

Years ago, she had joined an after-school club for cheerleading, and though Ponyville didn't have much of a sports team, they cheered at events when they could. She still had her old outfit, a yellow skirt with a blue stripe, similarly matched top, and a bow for her hair. Rummaging through her closet, she found it neatly folded where she'd last left it after the go-kart races. She took it out and laid it across the bed, admiring the pretty colours for a moment. She missed wearing it since last time, but opportunities were few and far in between.

With an excited little wiggle of her rump she slowly dressed herself, slipping the skirt up over her flanks and the top over her head. The bow was a little more challenging to tie on her own, but she managed to make it look mostly presentable. She eyed the pom-poms for a moment before deciding against them, and tossed them into the closet. In one corner of her little room next to her dresser was a big mirror on the wall that allowed her to see how she looked before leaving for school in the mornings. She did a little twirl in front of it, brushed a strand of mane away from her eyes, and headed downstairs.

She had been extra careful to turn on as few lights as possible during her short venture through the house, but she still had to shut off one in the kitchen as she walked through to the back porch. The house hung dark and silent as she crept out the back door, being extra quiet for no reason in particular, and trotted quickly across the lawn. There was a hole in the fence towards the back that had been there for as long as she could remember. From there, she was able to wiggle through into the neighboring yard. It was much less maintained and the grass was noticeably longer, but she paid that no mind as she skipped her way up to the back door.

All her life Peach Fuzz had been told that it was rude to barge in where you don't belong, or to always knock before entering, but instead she tossed that lesson out the window as she trotted to the back door of the neighboring house and walked right in, shutting it behind her.

Inside was bathed in near-darkness, much like her own house. The low sound of a TV with lights flickering on the walls in the living room provided one of the only sources of light that wasn't coming from outside. In the distance, a shower was running, indicating the house's owner must have been otherwise occupied. Peach Fuzz took a deep breath and walked over to a small side table with drawers next to the door she had just come through.

"Third drawer down, at the back..." She recited aloud in a whisper that was barely audible to anyone but her, let alone the pony in the shower upstairs, as she pulled open the drawer. There was barely any sunlight coming into the hallway, so she had to fumble around in the dim lighting before her hoof touched something rubbery and hard. She gulped as she gripped it and pulled it out.

Turning it over in her hooves, Peach Fuzz looked over the small red ball in her hooves, her gaze dancing over the various bumps and ridges she had become so acquainted with in recent months. The ball was attached to a short strap with a buckle that hung loose and dangled as she held it up, looking over what she assumed must have been bite marks around the surface.

Knowing what to do, the filly opened her maw as wide as she could, letting her tongue hang loose, and put it in her mouth. She bit down and adjusted it to somewhere comfortable where it was resting just inside her mouth and her tongue wasn't in the way. It was no easy affair to adjust the strap around the back of her head, but through some miracle she managed to fumble it through the buckle and tightened it. There was no way she could take it off without help now.

Reaching back into the drawer she fished around through junk mail and magazines until she found the next item of her attention. Holding it up, she gazed at the white studded collar with such fascination. It was so pretty, and Peach Fuzz could only imagine how pretty it must have made her. She snapped it around her neck with ease, admiring it in the little hallway mirror.

Already she had started to drool around the ball in her mouth seeing as swallowing or moving her tongue was difficult. As she tiptoed up the stairs, she heard the shower still running, so she figured she still had time and he wouldn't be angry with her for being late. The thought of punishment rang through her mind and she flicked her tail at the notion, a shiver coursing through her spine. She barely had time to think more about the pros and cons of facing his disappointment when she heard the shower turn off, just as she reached the top of the stairs. With a flurry of panic she bolted for the bedroom door as quietly as she could, flinging herself upon his bed.

She shifted to make herself comfortable and adjusted her skirt to what she thought was alluring, sitting on her belly with her forehooves tucked under herself, hind legs spread out and facing the door. A blow drier was being run somewhere else in the house, followed by the clanging of a medicine cabinet, and a door opened down the hall. In her anticipation Peach Fuzz flicked her tail up and over her back, flagging it in a show of submission as hoofsteps approached closer and closer.

Suddenly he was in the room, and next to the bed, his breathing short and heavy, but definitely excited. He walked around both sides of the bed, examining her, lifting her skirt with a hoof to get a peek under it, testing that her gag was in properly and tightening it just a tad more. He adjusted her bow, which had tilted at an angle. Peach Fuzz tilted her head to the side to see what he was doing just as his horn lit up and opened a nightstand drawer. Before she knew it, a silk blindfold was placed over her eyes and tightened, leaving her world bathed in darkness.

"Peachy, my girl..." His voice was gruff as he stroked a hoof over her back. "You're late. Again."

Though it couldn't be seen, her face fell and she froze. How had he known? She gulped and prepared herself for what was coming, willing herself to keep her tail up despite what she knew was going to happen. Even so, she shivered in instinctual fear when he continued.

"We'll have to punish tardy little fillies who can't be bothered to arrive on time to see their masters." He stood back, positioning himself behind her. She knew what was about to happen, but nothing could prepare her quite enough for the sharp smack she received on the rear. She squeaked loudly, biting down on the ball in her mouth as another, then another and even more smacks came down roughly, until her flank was nearly pink under her fur.

"Nnnf!" Was all she could do to scream, though deep down she was enjoying it. He stopped after her rump was good and tender, rubbing the sore spot on her flank where he'd struck, showing her some mercy as he leaned in to kiss it better. His lips met with her soft rear, right above her thighs and just behind where her cutie marks were. He kissed once more on the opposite side and already she felt the pain had washed away. Then he moved himself closer to the middle and kissed right on her excited slit. She cooed in response just as he pulled back, wearing a smirk she couldn't see.

The bed shifted and squeaked as he climbed off of it, and she heard him back at her side, rummaging around the nightstand again. Her ears perked and swiveled around as she listened for any sound that might indicate what he was doing next. This was always her favorite part, a sort of guessing game to figure out what he was planning. She stiffened when she heard him open the cap off of a tube, and a squirting sound as he squeezed its contents out. That could only mean...

He used his hooves to spread her back legs a little more, and something cold and slimy touched the entrance right below her tail. She bit down in preparation as he moved it around and circled her small tail-hole, working in some of the slimy liquid to loosen her up a bit. She shivered from the cold, squirming as she mentally prepared herself for what was coming.

He was surprisingly gentle when he lined up the dildo to her tailhole and pushed it in, working in the tip before pausing, letting her get used to having something inside. A small grunt left her throat, but aside from that there was no other sign of protest. Her body reacted by clenching around the new intruder, but as he begin working it back and forth, pressing it deeper each time, the lube did its job in loosening her up considerably. Suddenly, he gave a rough push and buried half of it in her rear, and the filly yelped into her gag, thrashing around lightly as a slight twinge of pain set in, but barely lasted as he rubbed her mane.

"Shhh." The stallion's voice was soft and gentle, also. "You're doing great. Deep breaths. You can do this." He worked it a couple inches deeper and Peach was sure it had bottomed out. All at once the dildo came to life as he activated the vibrator, buzzing away at maximum intensity inside her, and the pain was all completely replaced with a constant, buzzing pleasure that permeated her being. She felt dizzy, so she lowered her chin onto the pillow, feeling more of her drool drip out of her mouth. It was like her whole body was stuck in limbo, and there was nothing except for that dildo. She lifted her rear up higher, craning her body awkwardly. He shoved it deeper and she realized this must have been a bigger toy than she expected.

Peach Fuzz groaned as she felt her cloudy mind start to slip away. Every ounce of her being was devoted to that wonderful, pleasant buzzing, so intense she felt it in her fillybits, and even down to her core. A familiar tingling sensation was starting to build, along with a warmth in her tummy. She needed more. Nothing else mattered. Through purely instinctual drive she gyrated her hips into the air as if begging for more, needing it deeper into her.

Then it stopped like the moment it had begun, and the magnificent feeling drained away. She was still oh-so-full but now the vibrator lay dormant and all that amazing, pleasurable buzzing had washed away to a dull ache in her loins. She lowered her flank back down to a laying position and lifted her head, looking back to where she thought he would be with a whine of disappointment. He laughed at her misery as he unhooked the strap around her head and levitated the ball gag away. Peach relaxed her jaw, opening and closing it a few times, before speaking up.

"P-please!" She begged. "Pretty please! I neeeeed it!" She was no good at playing it slow. Patience was not one of her virtues. At her outburst, she received another spank to her rump and she yelped. "Ow!"

"Quiet! Good little fillies don't talk." She felt herself getting rotated to one side so that she was horizontal on the bed, facing him. "Open your mouth." He commanded. Despite the harshness of his voice and actions, a hoof slipped behind her head and stroked her mane, as if to reassure her. Peachy didn't need any second instruction, opening her mouth and letting her tongue hang out.

The overwhelming scent of stallion musk hit her like a brick wall as he moved himself closer, prodding her nose with the tip of his member. She ran her tongue slowly along the small hole in the tip, letting a drop of precum spill out into her mouth. She pulled her tongue back in and swallowed, licking her lips before returning back to her slow tongue bathing. The stallion above her grunted, deciding enough was enough, and the hoof behind her ear gripped her mane roughly. Peach Fuzz leaned back, opened her maw and waited for what she knew would come next.

She didn't have to wait long before he pushed his penis right into her mouth, filling her mouth to the point of stretching her jaw as he plunged himself into the back of her throat. She held back the urge to gag and took in a deep breath as he pulled back, gripped her head, and thrust in again. This time her throat gave and she swallowed him up, feeling his cock slide down her gullet. Her urge to gag only squeezed him and allowed him more pleasure than before.

He was in her or only a few seconds before he pulled himself back out, leaving the filly gasping for air. He gave her that reprieve for a moment, rubbed his cockhead on her lips to give her the option to continue when she was ready. Sure enough, she opened her mouth obediently after a few gasps, and he plunged back in.

They fell into a steady rhythm of facefucking, his member thrusting in and out about half of his member, not daring to push her too far past her limits. The air was filled with the sound of her little gasps for air, grunts, and of her choking on his dick.

"Glk...Glk glk gluck." She swallowed when she could, feeling how his member quivered each time her throat constricted. The hoof on the back of her head tightened and she felt him become more sporadic. She heard the sound of his magic activating, and the dildo still in her bottom started to shove itself deeper, vibrating on a low intensity. It occurred to Peach that this must have been what spitroasting was like, like in those dirty movies she'd watched with him before.

His thrusts had become more erratic and her poor bottom was taking the dildo harder and deeper than she was used to. She felt fuller than she ever had before, in all of their sessions together, and that feeling of pleasure started to return. She vaguely realized that she had reached the bottom of the dildo, the entire thing shoved into her bottom, and that her tummy must have been bulged out because he was rubbing her there, and could feel the dildo through her tummy.

She choked again as he pushed himself harder into her mouth and she felt his medial ring slip past her lips. Precum was flooding her throat, some of it clinging to his juicy member, which slid across her tongue and gave her a taste each time he pulled back. His hips must have been working hard because the bed creaked under his thrusts. His member throbbed insistently. She was sure she would burst when it began to flare, locking him in place deep in her throat.

She struggled to breathe. A current of hot, stallion cum exploded down her throat and into her stomach. It was like it had become an extension of herself, a part of her. He let himself stay lodged in for a moment, enjoying her tightness as she struggled and bucked her hips. He pulled out mid-orgasm to just sit in her mouth, squirting the rest of his cum where she could actually taste.

Wanting to make up for earlier, she wrapped her lips around his member and lapped up every drop. She normally didn't like the taste, but for her Stallion she'd do anything to get back into his good graces. His seed was salty and hot, and not altogether unpleasant, if she really thought about it. He pulled himself out of her muzzle just before his last drop, and shot it across her face. She felt the warm, sticky mess splatter across her fur around her cheeks and get into her mane.

"That was good. You're getting better at this, slut." He seemed satisfied despite his gruff tone. She'd learned to identify when she'd done well and when he was disappointed, and judging by the magic stirring around her plot she knew it was the former. She squirmed and re-positioned herself to give him better access to her rump, just as his magic pulled apart her vulva and teased her tiny clit hiding inside. She gasped and mewled out, winking hard, which was only met by more attention on her clitoris, the stallion rubbing her quickly. Her head fell into her hooves and she quivered, desperate for more of that wonderful feeling.

"Ah-ah, what do we say?" The stallion teased and mocked her, stopping the magical stimulation.

"P-please! Please can I cum?" She pleaded and whined out of desperation. He obliged her, floating her red ball gag back into her mouth and locking it around the back of her head. Then, he flipped her around on her back, spreading her legs and getting a good view of her winking pussy and overstuffed tailhole where the dildo still resided. She obediently spread herself at his behest and let out a muffled groan.

Dipping his head down, he brought out his tongue and gingerly gave her fillyhood a lick, tasting the fluids of her desperate want. She was sweet and tangy, just like peaches, and certainly one of his favourite flavors. He activated the dildo in her bottom to start vibrating at a low speed to draw her attention as he began working his tongue into her tight vaginal walls, spreading her lips out to get better access.

The filly could only squirm and mewl with each passing second, the stimulation coming at her from all angles, sending her into a frenzy. She bucked her hips and winked again, only giving him better access to her clit, which he latched onto and began lapping away. Suddenly, that wonderfully thick, rubber phallus in her rump began buzzing away at its highest intensity, and everything came crashing down.

Her world exploded into flashes of white, like fireworks setting off in her body but a hundred times more exhilarating. She squeezed her legs around his head and held him there, though he had no intention of leaving, as she came again and again, squirting sweet fillycum all over his muzzle, inside and out. She twitched her inner walls around his tongue, both trying to hold him in place and push him out at the same time. The same went for her poor, stuffed rump as she tried to squeeze that, too, but the intense vibrations caused that powerful buzzing sensation to return. A loud, high-pitched squeak left her throat, muffled by her gag but still loud enough to hear. By the time she had finished, laying back down against the bed he was licking her clean, lapping up every drop of her juices and matting down the sticky fur in the radius around her privates.

Peach Fuzz panted for breath, feeling her body grow heavy as the idea of taking a nap filled her with temptation. Her eyelids began to drift closed, but the throes of sleep were taken away from her when he began pulling the dildo out, taking care not to hurt her but perhaps pulling on it more harshly then she would have liked. It popped free and was floated away, and she felt him shift his weight off the bed.

Laying on her back, gagged and blindfolded without the stallion next to her, she felt a tinge of fear. She couldn't tell where he was gone, and calling out was impossible. She knew that if she wanted to end this, she need only tap the bed four times, but her Master would never put her in a position where she could get seriously hurt, so she had to trust him.

Sleep still called to her but she was wide awake, trying not to pay mind to the sensation of emptiness in her whole body now that the dildo was gone. Her rump must have had quite the gape to it, judging by the size of the toy.

After moments had passed she heard hoofsteps nearby. The bed shifted and squeaked while he climbed up, hooves planting themselves on either side of her head. Something thick, hot and slightly moist was laid overtop of her belly, starting from her hot and still-sticky fillyhood, wedged between her small crotch nipples, and nearly reaching her chest. She shivered, knowing full well what it was.

The stallion slid himself back and forth a few times, grinding his shaft along his little plaything's body, feeling the heat between her legs grow, little droplets of her juices dripping onto him. She must have been so easy to tease this way. Already so slick after he had lapped up every drop from her barely a few minutes before.

He pulled back just as she was beginning to grind herself back at him, taking a few steps back. His member slid down her body, leaving a little sticky trail of precum along her belly, until the tip of his cock slid over her waiting pussy. So tiny and barely big enough to fit him, but they'd done this enough times before to know that she inevitably would.

He pressed forward, enjoying how her lower lips opened up just enough to kiss his tip messily, squirting more of her sticky juices over the head. She felt him brace himself and she hitched her breath, waiting. Yet he didn't move. He must have known she would be preparing herself, and was toying with her, trying to catch her off guard. He pretended to bring his hips back, but only slid against her opening. It was driving her wild.

Just when she'd had enough he pulled back again, placing one hoof on her flank to hold her in place, and thrust forward. His tip pushed and pushed against her opening until enough pressure was applied and he popped in. It was so thick and she was so tight that it stretched her immediately, and she cried out a muffled sound. The first couple inches were always the hardest, but she was a tough filly. Slowly she released the tension in her body and relaxed enough to loosen herself up more, aided by a hoof gently rubbing her tummy.

He pushed deeper and fell into a rhythm of rocking back and forth, stretching her as he pushed deeper and deeper with each forward push. The bed creaked in time with his hips as he brought their bodies closer together with each thrust, forcing himself deeper each time. His hot breaths on the back of her neck picked up in speed and intensity, as did his urgency, and he rutted her harder and faster.

"Urgh...so tight." He moaned through gritted teeth as he gave her a particularly rough thrust, and she felt his medial ring touch her backside. She shivered and braced herself, digging her hooves into the covers as she knew what was coming. He reared back, pulling himself out so that just the tip of his member remained, and with a low, primal growl slammed himself back inside. A cry left her throat that was muffled by the gag and she bit down. He pushed and pushed until he was in well past his ring and she could feel his head ramming against the very end of her canal. There was no deeper he could go, pressing up against her cervix.

It was then that he pulled back again and placed a hoof on her head, pushing her into the sheets and rearing back once more. When he pulled out again he barely held himself for a few seconds before venturing back into her tight hole. With renewed speed he fucked her at a rigorous pace. In and in and in while the bed creaked over and over again.

He mated with her like she was little more than a toy to him, his plaything, and she knew it. She loved it. Unable to move, her body belonged to him, to be used by him until he was finished with her, and she loved it. The thought of it only made the situation more incredible for her, and she felt her fillyhood, the place that she was never supposed to let anyone touch, but was willingly letting this stallion violate, quiver with anticipation, with incredible feelings. She was just a naughty little filly, and oh how she loved it.

She squeaked and squealed as a surge of electrical pleasure coursed through her whole being and she squirted all over that thick monster that was impaling her again and again. The stallion laughed as he paused for a minute, his member soaked from her juices.

"Did you just cum? You little slut." He shook his head. "Disgusting, naughty little filly. What would your friends think of you, cumming all over a stallion's cock while he rapes you? Begging for him to finish?" He grabbed her mane and gave it a little tug, and she screamed into the gag and her faceful of sheets. He was right, right about everything. She felt his magic remove the gag and she relaxed her jaw.

"Say it. Say how much you love this cock." She whined with disappointment as he stopped moving, her body aching for more. "Tell me what you want me to do with it, or you'll get nothing."

"Ahhh! Please no! I love it! I love your...w-wiener." If her cheeks hadn't already been as red as possible, they would have become moreso.

"W-what?" He broke into a fit of laughter, "Oh Peachy, this isn't playing with your friends at the park. It's called a 'cock'. Where do you want my cock? And call it what it is."

"My...my Pussy?" She breathed, wiggling her flank as her body pleaded with him to move. For anything to happen at all.

His silence said all she needed to know as a response, and she gulped.

"I want you to fuck my pussy with your cock." She whimpered, feeling more awkward about saying such dirty words than anything else they had done tonight. "Please." Manners were important.

A hoof reached around her neck and brought her head up, threatening to choke her, to stop her from breathing, but never went so far as to do so. Still, it forced her at an awkward angle and she wheezed.

"I don't believe you." He growled at a low voice, pulling his hips back and slamming in once, right up against her deepest depths, tapping her cervix. "Convince me."

"Eeeek!" She squealed, her body quivering. "Fuck me! Fuck me pleeeeease! I need it in my p-pussy! Please I want it more than anything in the world!" He seemed mostly satisfied by this answer as he started rutting her at an admittedly slow pace, taking his time.

"Hmm...good filly. You mean like this?" He was being much too slow and she ached for more.

"N-no! Faster! Faster, please! I need you to..." She struggled to remember the word he'd told her just a few minutes ago, "Put your sticky stuff in me. I wanna feel it inside and getting me all messy." A pat to her head told her she'd done good, and he slammed in before returning to his rough, heavy pace.

"Nnng...Good filly. Dirty little slut that you are. It's called cumming. You want my cum?" He pushed her head into the blanket and she was gagged again. He must have liked her like that, nice and quiet to do his bidding. He'd told her as much once. All she could do was nod rapidly, sticking her rump in the air. She received a harsh spank, but she barely flinched this time. He was rutting her almost like a fully grown mare now, like the ones in the movies he'd shown her. She felt proud to be just like them.

She heard a few low grunts from above her and his thrusts becoming more erratic. She knew he must be close. Raising her rump in anticipation, pushing herself back against his lap, desperate for that sticky mess inside of her. She didn't have to wait long, as he gave a gasp, squeezed her barrel, and planted himself deep inside her. She felt his flare first, and while it hurt to be stretched like that, it was a good kind of hurt, like being spanked. A few wiggles of her rump told her he was lodged inside and wouldn't be going anywhere, but she didn't have to wait long.

A warm, sticky feeling filled her senses as he began to spurt over and over again his hot load into her womb, filling her so full to the brim that it overflowed. He was lodged quite firmly in and it had no room to go, so into her womb it continued to fill until she was bloated and bulging around the belly. She let out a sigh, twitching a leg as that overwhelming sensation caused her, too, to orgasm again, squeezing him even harder inside of her private place and squirting her fluids all over him.

After an impossibly long time of filling her with his seed, finally the onslaught of sticky stallion cum stopped gushing inside, and he collapsed over top of her, being careful, of course, not to crush her under his weight. He immediately removed her blindfold and gag, tossing them onto the nightstand to take care of later, and pulled her close.

With a bit of twisting and maneuvering of their joined bodies he turned onto his back and flipped her over onto his belly so that she was facing him, her messy tail splayed out of the way so that their privates were exposed to the cool air of the room, waiting for his erection to dissipate. Her body felt heavy and her eyelids started to drift shut, only to be interrupted by a kiss on her snout.

"You were wonderful, princess." He spoke in an altogether different voice, one that was both kind and affectionate. He was like a completely different stallion than the one who had called her a slut just a few minutes ago. "I couldn't believe you were talking like that. Truly amazing."

"Me either. I wonder what my Mom would say if she heard me saying that." She giggled, and nuzzled into his neck for warmth and affection, and was rewarded with both.

"Mh." He mused, stroking her back. His member had started to shrink and he pulled himself out with a 'plop'. She let out a sigh as the pressure was relieved and all of his cum started to spill out. She rolled off of him so as not to make a mess of his fur, and reached down between her legs to play with her goopy, messy and thoroughly-used fillyhood. She craned her neck to get a look at the result of what he had done to her, feeling that familiar warmth grow inside of her as she gazed at her red and puffy flower as it leaked out his cum. If she squeezed her insides in the right way, more of it would spill out faster, making her thighs and tail a sticky mess. Her skirt, too, had become matted and sticky with juices that would be hard to wash out. She reached a hoof down and dipped into some of the mess, rubbing it around her slit, and she cooed.

"Having fun, missy?" His voice broke her concentration. She'd almost forgotten he was there. She looked at him bashfully, a blush on her cheeks once again.

"Um...yes." She nodded. "It just makes me feel so warm, all that sticky stuff inside me. I really really like it." He smiled kindly at her, and batted away the hoof on her privates with his own.

"Shhh." He quieted her as his hoof started to rub in slow, gentle circles, not at all like when he'd touched her a few moments ago. "Just take a deep breath and relax."

She knew from experience how wonderful it felt to be touched there, but this was something different altogether. The way he touched her was different. He was gentler, more focused on her pleasure and how it would feel for her, not at all like anything they'd done thus far that day. Her eyes wandered from his smiling face to her fillyhood again, watching as he rubbed some of his sticky mess around her vulva, dipping his hoof in a little to stroke her clit. It was like a jolt of electricity that sent her reeling. She wasn't going to last long.

His pace didn't increase like it normally did. He just kept rubbing, slow and gentle, stroking her clit and adding more of his cum to his hoof to rub it into her flower like some lotion. Her head felt dizzy so she leaned back, staring at the ceiling, then his face. They made unbridled eye contact as she felt her lower parts get warmer and warmer. Somehow, gazing into his friendly eyes made it that much warmer. She came yet again with a sharp squeal, arching her back off of the bed and into his hoof. He focused on her clit and didn't stop until she collapsed into an oozing mess.

"Sweet little filly as always." He cooed. "That was wonderful to watch. You're an angel." He kissed her forehead and scooped her up, carrying her off to the bathroom down the hall. He set her down on the cold, tiled floor as he ran a hot bath with lots of bubbles, just how she liked. In the meantime she slumped against the wall, barely staying awake and yawning repeatedly. Before sleep was able to take her he slowly undressed her from her outfit, placing it somewhere he would remember to wash it. She was carried her into the bath, slowly lowering into the warm, sudsy water. She felt its warmth caress her whole being, seeping into her very core and washing away all the naughtiness of what they'd just done.

"How's the water, silly filly?" He gave her his full attention as he began to wash her mane with some shampoo he'd bought especially for her. She sighed and leaned into his hooves as they worked, grateful for the attention and his touch. He eyelids fluttered closed as she struggled to stay awake, eventually losing the battle as the extreme comfort of being washed by a pony she trusted so much eased her body. He laughed to himself, but kept washing her clean.

It wasn't until he made it to her tail that she was lightly jostled awake. He coaxed her to stand on her wobbly hooves and worked the shampoo into her tail, then washed her legs. He left her private areas for last, gently brushing her tail out of the way as he washed away the sticky mess from her puffy slit. She moaned at his touch again.

"Oh, silly, if I make you cum again you won't be able to walk home tonight. Then you'll really have some explaining to do." He laughed and patted her head. "Just bare with it a moment. I know it's hard." True to his word, he cleaned her as plainly as he could until she was no longer sticky and oozing more of his cum. He levitated over a towel and scooped her up into its fluffy embrace as he patted her dry while draining the bathtub.

Almost nodding away, she sat on her haunches as he brought over a blowdryer and began working a brush through her mane and tail, until at last she was dry, her mane brushed and pretty, and her fur just a little bit fluffy, how she liked it. He brought her up into a hug and peppered her muzzle with cute little kisses.

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I? How's your rump?" He looked at her with concern, but her sleepy, smiling face told him she didn't mind it a bit.

"No, I loved every part of it. I can't believe that whole toy went in." She leaned up and smooched his chin. "Can I have Ice Cream now?"

Not long after, the pair were snuggled up on his sofa downstairs. Peachy was wrapped up in a warm, pink blanket with all sorts of princess and royal designs. It had been wrapped around her a few times, leaving her hooves trapped, but her body snuggled up like a burrito. He cradled her to his chest, using his magic to levitate spoonfuls of mint chocolate chip ice cream into her mouth whenever she asked, while they watched boring cartoons that, personally, he hated, but put up with for her.

"Thanks for doing this." She opened her mouth, indicating she wanted more ice cream. He obliged, levitating the spoon toward her maw. She took it with a grin, savoring the flavour. He really hadn't cheapened out, this was expensive stuff.

"Anything for my little friend." He replied, ruffling her mane and stretching out his sore hooves. It was always a special treat when she came over, and despite how things went when she first arrived, she had him wrapped around her little hooves to do whatever she wanted.

"I had fun today." She yawned. "I'm so glad you didn't go easy on spanking me." She giggled again. "Did you like my cheerleader outfit? I wore it just for you. It's the one from school."

"Loved it, sweetheart. You looked positively adorable in it."

The sun had started to set outside, and though Peach Fuzz was incredibly comfortable she knew her mother would be home soon. It was best not to fall asleep here, as that would bring all kinds of trouble. Leaning up, she kissed his cheek, and started to wiggle out of her blanket cocoon. He saw what she was doing and helped her out of it, lighting up his horn to bring the blanket away, and putting the lid on the ice cream.

"I had fun today." Peach Fuzz said as she stood up, stretched for longer than she probably needed, and flicked her tail to give him a peek under it. "But next time don't forget the rope like I said, or I won't use my mouth."

His face fell, and he nodded quickly, making a mental note. How could he forget something so crucial? Of course he'd remember, for surely she would follow through on her threat.

And he'd do anything to stay in her good graces.