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Sorry for any typos, grammatical mistakes, what have you.  As I said, it's had only a minimum of editing.", "writing": "Silver Spoon awoke suddenly in the middle of the night. It wasn’t an uncommon thing to happen, being the very light sleeper she was. Every creak and groan of the house settling, every flash of lightning outside her window, even an errant breeze from the ceiling fan that had been on just a little too long could rouse her from even her deepest slumber. Normally she wouldn’t think twice about rolling over and going right back to sleep, but something was different tonight.\n\nThe ceiling above her didn’t look familiar.\n\nShe bolted upright, the breath frozen in her lungs as she rapidly scanned the room for anything she recognized. Slowly she let out a long exhale as the familiar trappings of her best friend’s bedroom came into focus. Or at least as much focus as they could without her glasses, which were sitting just a couple feet away on her nightstand. Diamond Tiara had rearranged her room since the last time Silver had stayed over, and though all the same things were there, their being in different places had made it nearly impossible for her tired mind to tell where she was.\n\nSilver Spoon shook her head and laughed quietly at how silly she had been to get so worked up over nothing. Checking the clock to see it was a little past three, she knew she needed to get back to bed. At least tomorrow was Saturday, so she could sleep in a little if she needed to. Lying back down and pulling the ridiculously plush comforters back around her, Silver Spoon did her absolute favorite thing to do every time she stayed at Diamond’s house: she cuddled up next to her best friend.\n\nIt was a perfectly normal thing for the two. Silver Spoon loved nothing more than to have someone or something to hold onto while she slept and with years of sleepovers behind them, the practice had become completely commonplace. Many times, it was even Diamond herself that would start the cuddles for the night.\n\nThis time, Diamond was lying on her side, facing away, and so it was Silver Spoon’s turn to be the big spoon. She giggled softly at the pun so as to not wake her friend –not that she need have bothered, Diamond was a notoriously heavy sleeper– as she wrapped her arm around Diamond’s stomach. Strangely, instead of her hand finding the impossibly expensive silk of Diamond’s camisole, she found her friend’s silken fur.\n\nDiamond, on top of being a very difficult to wake sleeper –often needing to be physically shaken as no sound in the world could rouse her– also tended to toss and turn constantly throughout the night. Though it had made sleeping difficult for Silver Spoon the first several times they slept over at each other’s house, seeing as she was the exact opposite, she had eventually gotten used to her friend’s restlessness. But all the rolling also tended to cause the loose-fitting nightgowns she wore to ride up about her. Seeing her friend in her underwear was no big thing for Silver Spoon, however. When they were much younger, they had even taken their baths together. That had stopped as they’d gotten older, of course, but it didn’t stop them from occasionally changing in front of each other.\n\nBut something else was different that night. Sleep wouldn’t return to Silver Spoon, who couldn’t shake from her mind the thought of Diamond’s body under the covers. Her bare stomach, her top bunched up around her chest that Silver Spoon was so jealous of. Diamond had been the first filly in their class to start growing boobs, and Silver Spoon couldn’t help but feel flat and inadequate in comparison. Diamond was so pretty; easily the prettiest filly Silver Spoon had ever seen. And for some reason, the idea of her nearly naked body lying so tantalizingly close to being exposed under the cover of the bedspread set Silver Spoon’s mind afire.\n\nSilver Spoon had been having strange thoughts like that a lot lately. She found herself interested in the bodies of her fellow filly classmates. She liked to watch them move, watch their clothes sway and slide across their forms as they went about their day. In particular, she liked the days when Ruby Pinch, the filly that sat in the desk in front of and to the left of Silver Spoon’s own, wore the short shorts that always slid down every time Ruby leaned forward until the very top inch of her butt crack appeared above the hem. Silver Spoon knew she should be grossed out by the sight, but instead she couldn’t stop finding herself ignoring all of their teacher’s lessons to stare transfixed at another filly’s behind.\n\nAnd now, as she held her friend’s lithe, supple body, she found herself unable to think about anything other than what Diamond’s behind looked like. She tried to force herself to go back to sleep. She clenched her eyes, she counted sheep, but nothing she did made the urge burning within her go away. The curiosity, the temptation; it was maddening. Finally she sighed. Surely one peek wouldn’t hurt anything?\n\nHer heart was already pounding in anticipation as she sat up and clicked on the lamp on her nightstand, knowing from late nights up reading that it wouldn’t wake Diamond. She looked down to her friend’s face, serenely dreaming a pleasant dream as she lay lost amidst a pile of pillows and ultra-plush comforters. Thankfully both of Diamond’s hands were gripping her pillow, and so it would be an easy task to slide the covers down without disturbing her. And yet for some reason Silver Spoon couldn’t quite fathom, she sat frozen.\n\nIt made no sense. She had seen Diamond in only her underwear –and even less besides– many times before, and yet this time it somehow felt wrong. Like by pulling those blankets down she would be doing something terribly naughty. Desire fought with morality in her head until finally one won out.\n\nDiamond didn’t so much as shiver when she pulled the covers off of her, to Silver Spoon’s great relief. Diamond’s lustrous pink coat seemed to glow in the pale lamplight, her imported Prench conditioners proving they were worth every bit they cost. Their strawberry scent filled Silver Spoon’s senses as her eyes traced down the curve of her friend’s side and back up the swell of her hips. Indeed, her camisole had ridden up exactly as she’d expected, its sheer length splayed around just under her shoulders uselessly. It was a gorgeous thing, with elegant lacework around the chest and tiny delicate straps. When worn correctly, the nearly transparent length would have extended to just past her bottom, not quite long enough to need a hole for her tail like Silver Spoon’s own pyjama pants.\n\nSilver Spoon felt another burst of self-consciousness as she looked upon Diamond’s butt. It was full and round, far more so than her own which was as flat as a washboard. She had a wedgie, her white cotton panties caught tight between her cheeks and pulled taut across her butt, displaying even more apparently the differences between their bodies.\n\nSilver Spoon felt her face flush hotly at the sight. She knew in that moment that just a look would not be enough. Seeing her friend so vulnerable, so exposed, had only served to stoke the inquisitive fire within her all the stronger until now it burned so fiercely within her she feared at any second her coat may catch fire. She knew it was wrong, and the guilt weighed heavily in her stomach, sour like curdled milk, but still her hands reached out to close the distance between them.\n\nShe jumped despite herself the second her fingertips made contact with that tiara-shaped cutie mark only she was allowed to see. She held her breath, waiting for any sign of Diamond stirring, but none came. Not daring to sigh in relief, she exhaled with a long, slow hiss. Refocusing her attention on Diamond’s bottom, Silver Spoon let her trembling fingers slide south across her friend’s hip and onto her exposed cheek. Even using only the slightest pressure she could manage, Silver Spoon could feel the soft give of her pampered behind, not an ounce of hard muscle or bone to be found. Her heart skipped a beat as she pushed in with a single finger, feeling the tantalizing give of baby fat that hadn’t seen a day’s worth of hard labor in its entire life.\n\nA familiar tingling feeling flared to life between Silver Spoon’s legs. She’d felt it a few times before, late at night when she lay awake thinking thoughts she knew she shouldn’t. Picturing things not unlike what she was doing, though in those forbidden fantasies Diamond had been awake and spurring her on. And during those moments when her private parts began to tingle their worst, she knew the only way to assuage the desire was to take a very cold shower.\n\nOr to touch herself.\n\nShe knew she shouldn’t do it. Good fillies weren’t supposed to touch themselves there. But then again, good fillies weren’t supposed to stay up at night daydreaming about other fillies naked. Good fillies weren’t supposed to like looking at another filly’s butt crack instead of paying attention in class. And good fillies certainly weren’t supposed to touch their best friend’s butt while they were sleeping.\n\nBut, Silver Spoon supposed, maybe she just wasn’t a good filly.\n\nShe knew it for a fact when her fingertips slid under the elastic waistband of Diamond’s panties.\n\nSilver Spoon was hyper-aware of everything around her. The pounding of her heart in her ears, the burning blush in her cheeks, the desperate need for breath in her lungs, it all whirled together into an overbearing tidal wave of sensation that her mind could barely comprehend. She was becoming lightheaded even as she gently tugged the waistband down, exposing inch by inch the pink fur of Diamond’s butt to the night air. Between the part of her panties caught between her cheeks and the other stuck between her hip and the bed, Silver Spoon eventually found it impossible to pull them down any further and so let the band go, being careful to not let it snap against her friend’s body and potentially wake her.\n\nHalf of Diamond’s butt was revealed, and it was a simple matter of shifting her tail a couple of inches to the side to expose her crack. Two perfect, round globes of the most beautiful buns Silver Spoon had ever seen graced her eyes. She had no idea why she found that part of her friend’s body so enthralling, but she couldn’t deny she was in a tortuous heaven staring down at it. The sight was everything she had hoped for, the fire between her legs burning stronger than it had ever before in her entire life, and yet that only made it all the more imperative she continue. To what she wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to keep going. She needed it almost as much as she needed air.\n\nEver so gently, she eased her index finger deeper under Diamond’s panties and slowly lifted. Millimeter by millimeter, the fabric caught in that delicious wedgie slid outward until finally they sprang free. She groaned aloud in unrestrained lust as she ran her fingers along the fabric, so warm and faintly damp from their stay in their intimate prison. Silver Spoon’s entire body shivered as a flash of heat overtook her. She wanted to cry out, to scream and yell and more than anything she wanted to be touched! Her hips squirmed against the mattress, her thighs clamped together as a pressure within her began to build. If she kept going, she felt like she might burst. But even that wasn’t enough to deter her.\n\nHer mind was gone. Her doubts and fears about waking her friend and getting caught; none of it registered any longer as she rose to sit on her knees so that she could lean over Diamond’s body to see her front. With her panties already down, the delicate swell of her filly mound was on display, and if they were shifted even a hair lower, the top of her slit would be as well. She lifted the waistband away and there it was. A perfect little pink cleft, thick and full and, if Silver Spoon’s eyes weren’t lying to her, flushed just the slightest bit under her fur. It was hard to tell for sure, but after a thorough investigation, she was sure it was definitely a few shades more red than the areas around it.\n\nAs far gone as she was, Silver Spoon couldn’t wait. Trembling fingers plunged deep between Diamond’s thighs, brushing against the prize they so eagerly sought. A blazing heat rolled off her body like a furnace threatening to burn her at any second. A musky scent began to blossom through the room, or maybe it had been there forever and she simply hadn’t noticed it before but it was beautiful and Silver Spoon wanted nothing more than to drink it in forever. The smell was centered around Diamond’s crotch, and unbeknownst to her, Silver Spoon’s face inched ever closer as she fingered her friend’s private flesh.\n\nDiamond’s lips were thicker than her own she found as she pinched and pulled them apart, spreading her open as far as she could with her thighs closed together. The skin inside was so soft, almost slick as she traced around the sides. Diamond even had the same little pink bump at the top that Silver loved to stroke when she touched herself at night. She brushed against it without thinking, though she froze in place when a massive shudder ran up Diamond’s body. At the same time, she gave a deep moan that vibrated in the back of her throat and stole the breath from Silver Spoon’s lungs. That pressure churning deep under her belly flared up again, and before she knew it a long whine escaped her. It was becoming intense, far more so than she had ever felt before. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but at the moment she couldn’t care.\n\nEspecially as her fingers slid to the middle of Diamond’s filly parts and encountered something wet. Slippery, slimy, wonderfully wet and slick and Silver Spoon couldn’t stop from exploring it more. She wanted it everywhere: on her hands, in her mouth; she wanted it plastered across her entire body as she drank it directly from the source.\n\nShe couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see. Her eyes clenched shut as she slid her fingers into that tiny hole as far as she dared, barely to her first knuckle. She wanted so much more but some small voice in the back of her mind cried to not go any further for fear of… something. Something she could no longer remember.\n\nIt was just too much. She felt like a bottle of soda shaken beyond what it could stand. She was going to explode. Explode into a million tiny pieces that would never be able to reform into a normal filly ever again. She would die and not even mind because she had done it. She’d done everything she wanted more than anything in the world.\n\nWell, all but one.\n\nShe ripped her hand away from Diamond’s crotch and shoved her fingers in her mouth. Bitter, salty sweetness washed over her like an ocean wave upon the shore. And just like that, the cap on her bottle blew. Unbridled pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before crashed into her, sweeping her away until there was nothing of her left. She fell onto her back, writhing against the silk sheets and comforters that she couldn’t even feel because her entire world was the convulsing, buoying waves of bliss radiating from her filly parts throughout the rest of her body and homing in on her brain. And all the while she suckled the sweetest milk she’d ever known from her fingers.\n\nWhen at last reality reasserted itself in her mind, she was a panting, sweating mass of fur lying flat on the bed. She felt gross, her clothes clinging to her in uncomfortable places, namely her crotch, which she could already feel dripping with its own special filly liquid that she doubted tasted even half as good as Diamond’s had. At that thought she also realized the taste had long since left her fingers, leaving them bland and uninteresting, so she dropped her hand and let it fall limply away. She staggered upright, her knees weak and trembling, and readjusted Diamond’s underwear so that hopefully she wouldn’t notice anything was amiss in the morning. All the while, a burning shame filled her chest as she thought about what she’d done.\n\nFinally she lay back down on her side of the bed, facing away from her friend and the object of her guilt and pulled the covers around her. If she hadn’t thought it before, she definitely believed she was a bad filly then.\n\nAs she settled in with the intention of returning to sleep, she was surprised when Diamond suddenly rolled over. Even more surprising, her friend pressed the length of her body firmly against Silver Spoon’s back and wrapped her arms around her stomach. At the same time, she nuzzled deep into Silver Spoon’s neck and let out a contented sigh.\n\n“Love you, Silvie…” Diamond mumbled.\n\nThen, she lowered one of her arms along Silver Spoon’s stomach and placed her hand directly atop the crotch of her soaked pyjama pants, making her jump as her still-sensitive filly parts felt another burst of pleasure. Diamond blew gently across Silver Spoon’s ear.\n\n“Wanna finish what you started?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Silver Spoon awoke suddenly in the middle of the night.  It wasn’t an uncommon thing to happen, being the very light sleeper she was.  Every creak and groan of the house settling, every flash of lightning outside her window, even an errant breeze from the ceiling fan that had been on just a little too long could rouse her from even her deepest slumber.  Normally she wouldn’t think twice about rolling over and going right back to sleep, but something was different tonight.

The ceiling above her didn’t look familiar.

She bolted upright, the breath frozen in her lungs as she rapidly scanned the room for anything she recognized.  Slowly she let out a long exhale as the familiar trappings of her best friend’s bedroom came into focus.  Or at least as much focus as they could without her glasses, which were sitting just a couple feet away on her nightstand.  Diamond Tiara had rearranged her room since the last time Silver had stayed over, and though all the same things were there, their being in different places had made it nearly impossible for her tired mind to tell where she was.

Silver Spoon shook her head and laughed quietly at how silly she had been to get so worked up over nothing.  Checking the clock to see it was a little past three, she knew she needed to get back to bed.  At least tomorrow was Saturday, so she could sleep in a little if she needed to.  Lying back down and pulling the ridiculously plush comforters back around her, Silver Spoon did her absolute favorite thing to do every time she stayed at Diamond’s house: she cuddled up next to her best friend.

It was a perfectly normal thing for the two.  Silver Spoon loved nothing more than to have someone or something to hold onto while she slept and with years of sleepovers behind them, the practice had become completely commonplace.  Many times, it was even Diamond herself that would start the cuddles for the night.

This time, Diamond was lying on her side, facing away, and so it was Silver Spoon’s turn to be the big spoon.  She giggled softly at the pun so as to not wake her friend –not that she need have bothered, Diamond was a notoriously heavy sleeper– as she wrapped her arm around Diamond’s stomach.  Strangely, instead of her hand finding the impossibly expensive silk of Diamond’s camisole, she found her friend’s silken fur.

Diamond, on top of being a very difficult to wake sleeper –often needing to be physically shaken as no sound in the world could rouse her– also tended to toss and turn constantly throughout the night.  Though it had made sleeping difficult for Silver Spoon the first several times they slept over at each other’s house, seeing as she was the exact opposite, she had eventually gotten used to her friend’s restlessness.  But all the rolling also tended to cause the loose-fitting nightgowns she wore to ride up about her.  Seeing her friend in her underwear was no big thing for Silver Spoon, however.  When they were much younger, they had even taken their baths together.  That had stopped as they’d gotten older, of course, but it didn’t stop them from occasionally changing in front of each other.

But something else was different that night.  Sleep wouldn’t return to Silver Spoon, who couldn’t shake from her mind the thought of Diamond’s body under the covers.  Her bare stomach, her top bunched up around her chest that Silver Spoon was so jealous of.  Diamond had been the first filly in their class to start growing boobs, and Silver Spoon couldn’t help but feel flat and inadequate in comparison.  Diamond was so pretty; easily the prettiest filly Silver Spoon had ever seen.  And for some reason, the idea of her nearly naked body lying so tantalizingly close to being exposed under the cover of the bedspread set Silver Spoon’s mind afire.

Silver Spoon had been having strange thoughts like that a lot lately.  She found herself interested in the bodies of her fellow filly classmates.  She liked to watch them move, watch their clothes sway and slide across their forms as they went about their day.  In particular, she liked the days when Ruby Pinch, the filly that sat in the desk in front of and to the left of Silver Spoon’s own, wore the short shorts that always slid down every time Ruby leaned forward until the very top inch of her butt crack appeared above the hem.  Silver Spoon knew she should be grossed out by the sight, but instead she couldn’t stop finding herself ignoring all of their teacher’s lessons to stare transfixed at another filly’s behind.

And now, as she held her friend’s lithe, supple body, she found herself unable to think about anything other than what Diamond’s behind looked like.  She tried to force herself to go back to sleep.  She clenched her eyes, she counted sheep, but nothing she did made the urge burning within her go away.  The curiosity, the temptation; it was maddening.  Finally she sighed.  Surely one peek wouldn’t hurt anything?

Her heart was already pounding in anticipation as she sat up and clicked on the lamp on her nightstand, knowing from late nights up reading that it wouldn’t wake Diamond.  She looked down to her friend’s face, serenely dreaming a pleasant dream as she lay lost amidst a pile of pillows and ultra-plush comforters.  Thankfully both of Diamond’s hands were gripping her pillow, and so it would be an easy task to slide the covers down without disturbing her.  And yet for some reason Silver Spoon couldn’t quite fathom, she sat frozen.

It made no sense.  She had seen Diamond in only her underwear –and even less besides– many times before, and yet this time it somehow felt wrong.  Like by pulling those blankets down she would be doing something terribly naughty.  Desire fought with morality in her head until finally one won out.

Diamond didn’t so much as shiver when she pulled the covers off of her, to Silver Spoon’s great relief.  Diamond’s lustrous pink coat seemed to glow in the pale lamplight, her imported Prench conditioners proving they were worth every bit they cost.  Their strawberry scent filled Silver Spoon’s senses as her eyes traced down the curve of her friend’s side and back up the swell of her hips.  Indeed, her camisole had ridden up exactly as she’d expected, its sheer length splayed around just under her shoulders uselessly.  It was a gorgeous thing, with elegant lacework around the chest and tiny delicate straps.  When worn correctly, the nearly transparent length would have extended to just past her bottom, not quite long enough to need a hole for her tail like Silver Spoon’s own pyjama pants.

Silver Spoon felt another burst of self-consciousness as she looked upon Diamond’s butt.  It was full and round, far more so than her own which was as flat as a washboard.  She had a wedgie, her white cotton panties caught tight between her cheeks and pulled taut across her butt, displaying even more apparently the differences between their bodies.

Silver Spoon felt her face flush hotly at the sight.  She knew in that moment that just a look would not be enough.  Seeing her friend so vulnerable, so exposed, had only served to stoke the inquisitive fire within her all the stronger until now it burned so fiercely within her she feared at any second her coat may catch fire.  She knew it was wrong, and the guilt weighed heavily in her stomach, sour like curdled milk, but still her hands reached out to close the distance between them.

She jumped despite herself the second her fingertips made contact with that tiara-shaped cutie mark only she was allowed to see.  She held her breath, waiting for any sign of Diamond stirring, but none came.  Not daring to sigh in relief, she exhaled with a long, slow hiss.  Refocusing her attention on Diamond’s bottom, Silver Spoon let her trembling fingers slide south across her friend’s hip and onto her exposed cheek.  Even using only the slightest pressure she could manage, Silver Spoon could feel the soft give of her pampered behind, not an ounce of hard muscle or bone to be found.  Her heart skipped a beat as she pushed in with a single finger, feeling the tantalizing give of baby fat that hadn’t seen a day’s worth of hard labor in its entire life.

A familiar tingling feeling flared to life between Silver Spoon’s legs.  She’d felt it a few times before, late at night when she lay awake thinking thoughts she knew she shouldn’t.  Picturing things not unlike what she was doing, though in those forbidden fantasies Diamond had been awake and spurring her on.  And during those moments when her private parts began to tingle their worst, she knew the only way to assuage the desire was to take a very cold shower.

Or to touch herself.

She knew she shouldn’t do it.  Good fillies weren’t supposed to touch themselves there.  But then again, good fillies weren’t supposed to stay up at night daydreaming about other fillies naked.  Good fillies weren’t supposed to like looking at another filly’s butt crack instead of paying attention in class.  And good fillies certainly weren’t supposed to touch their best friend’s butt while they were sleeping.

But, Silver Spoon supposed, maybe she just wasn’t a good filly.

She knew it for a fact when her fingertips slid under the elastic waistband of Diamond’s panties.

Silver Spoon was hyper-aware of everything around her.  The pounding of her heart in her ears, the burning blush in her cheeks, the desperate need for breath in her lungs, it all whirled together into an overbearing tidal wave of sensation that her mind could barely comprehend.  She was becoming lightheaded even as she gently tugged the waistband down, exposing inch by inch the pink fur of Diamond’s butt to the night air.  Between the part of her panties caught between her cheeks and the other stuck between her hip and the bed, Silver Spoon eventually found it impossible to pull them down any further and so let the band go, being careful to not let it snap against her friend’s body and potentially wake her.

Half of Diamond’s butt was revealed, and it was a simple matter of shifting her tail a couple of inches to the side to expose her crack.  Two perfect, round globes of the most beautiful buns Silver Spoon had ever seen graced her eyes.  She had no idea why she found that part of her friend’s body so enthralling, but she couldn’t deny she was in a tortuous heaven staring down at it.  The sight was everything she had hoped for, the fire between her legs burning stronger than it had ever before in her entire life, and yet that only made it all the more imperative she continue.  To what she wasn’t sure, but she knew she had to keep going.  She needed it almost as much as she needed air.

Ever so gently, she eased her index finger deeper under Diamond’s panties and slowly lifted.  Millimeter by millimeter, the fabric caught in that delicious wedgie slid outward until finally they sprang free.  She groaned aloud in unrestrained lust as she ran her fingers along the fabric, so warm and faintly damp from their stay in their intimate prison.  Silver Spoon’s entire body shivered as a flash of heat overtook her.  She wanted to cry out, to scream and yell and more than anything she wanted to be touched!  Her hips squirmed against the mattress, her thighs clamped together as a pressure within her began to build.  If she kept going, she felt like she might burst.  But even that wasn’t enough to deter her.

Her mind was gone.  Her doubts and fears about waking her friend and getting caught; none of it registered any longer as she rose to sit on her knees so that she could lean over Diamond’s body to see her front.  With her panties already down, the delicate swell of her filly mound was on display, and if they were shifted even a hair lower, the top of her slit would be as well.  She lifted the waistband away and there it was.  A perfect little pink cleft, thick and full and, if Silver Spoon’s eyes weren’t lying to her, flushed just the slightest bit under her fur.  It was hard to tell for sure, but after a thorough investigation, she was sure it was definitely a few shades more red than the areas around it.

As far gone as she was, Silver Spoon couldn’t wait.  Trembling fingers plunged deep between Diamond’s thighs, brushing against the prize they so eagerly sought.  A blazing heat rolled off her body like a furnace threatening to burn her at any second.  A musky scent began to blossom through the room, or maybe it had been there forever and she simply hadn’t noticed it before but it was beautiful and Silver Spoon wanted nothing more than to drink it in forever.  The smell was centered around Diamond’s crotch, and unbeknownst to her, Silver Spoon’s face inched ever closer as she fingered her friend’s private flesh.

Diamond’s lips were thicker than her own she found as she pinched and pulled them apart, spreading her open as far as she could with her thighs closed together.  The skin inside was so soft, almost slick as she traced around the sides.  Diamond even had the same little pink bump at the top that Silver loved to stroke when she touched herself at night.  She brushed against it without thinking, though she froze in place when a massive shudder ran up Diamond’s body.  At the same time, she gave a deep moan that vibrated in the back of her throat and stole the breath from Silver Spoon’s lungs.  That pressure churning deep under her belly flared up again, and before she knew it a long whine escaped her.  It was becoming intense, far more so than she had ever felt before.  She didn’t know what was happening to her, but at the moment she couldn’t care.

Especially as her fingers slid to the middle of Diamond’s filly parts and encountered something wet.  Slippery, slimy, wonderfully wet and slick and Silver Spoon couldn’t stop from exploring it more.  She wanted it everywhere: on her hands, in her mouth; she wanted it plastered across her entire body as she drank it directly from the source.

She couldn’t breathe.  She couldn’t see.  Her eyes clenched shut as she slid her fingers into that tiny hole as far as she dared, barely to her first knuckle.  She wanted so much more but some small voice in the back of her mind cried to not go any further for fear of… something.  Something she could no longer remember.

It was just too much.  She felt like a bottle of soda shaken beyond what it could stand.  She was going to explode.  Explode into a million tiny pieces that would never be able to reform into a normal filly ever again.  She would die and not even mind because she had done it.  She’d done everything she wanted more than anything in the world.

Well, all but one.

She ripped her hand away from Diamond’s crotch and shoved her fingers in her mouth.  Bitter, salty sweetness washed over her like an ocean wave upon the shore.  And just like that, the cap on her bottle blew.  Unbridled pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before crashed into her, sweeping her away until there was nothing of her left.  She fell onto her back, writhing against the silk sheets and comforters that she couldn’t even feel because her entire world was the convulsing, buoying waves of bliss radiating from her filly parts throughout the rest of her body and homing in on her brain.  And all the while she suckled the sweetest milk she’d ever known from her fingers.

When at last reality reasserted itself in her mind, she was a panting, sweating mass of fur lying flat on the bed.  She felt gross, her clothes clinging to her in uncomfortable places, namely her crotch, which she could already feel dripping with its own special filly liquid that she doubted tasted even half as good as Diamond’s had.  At that thought she also realized the taste had long since left her fingers, leaving them bland and uninteresting, so she dropped her hand and let it fall limply away.  She staggered upright, her knees weak and trembling, and readjusted Diamond’s underwear so that hopefully she wouldn’t notice anything was amiss in the morning.  All the while, a burning shame filled her chest as she thought about what she’d done.

Finally she lay back down on her side of the bed, facing away from her friend and the object of her guilt and pulled the covers around her.  If she hadn’t thought it before, she definitely believed she was a bad filly then.

As she settled in with the intention of returning to sleep, she was surprised when Diamond suddenly rolled over.  Even more surprising, her friend pressed the length of her body firmly against Silver Spoon’s back and wrapped her arms around her stomach.  At the same time, she nuzzled deep into Silver Spoon’s neck and let out a contented sigh.

“Love you, Silvie…” Diamond mumbled.

Then, she lowered one of her arms along Silver Spoon’s stomach and placed her hand directly atop the crotch of her soaked pyjama pants, making her jump as her still-sensitive filly parts felt another burst of pleasure.  Diamond blew gently across Silver Spoon’s ear.

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