Title: Fillysitting; Part I Author: Metals Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/TC2GLDpE First Edit: Thursday 3rd of May 2012 08:31:05 PM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 3rd of May 2012 08:31:05 PM CDT "Good morning!"   You grunt as what feels like four little paperweights hit your stomach, and open a bleary eye to see Sweetie Belle happily perched on your belly. She quickly hops off, climbing under the covers and tearing a small hole in the sheet with her horn. (Oh god, Rarity's silk sheet!)   "This is just like when me and Scootaloo and Applebloom went cave exploring!" She says in a muffled voice, her fluffy body rolling over your leg. Reaching under the covers, you dredge her towards the surface. She peers at you with a smile, her green eyes scanning you inquisitively. Staring at each other for a minute, you prop yourself up on a pillow and yawn before speaking.   "Sweetie, was there a reason you were so eager to wake me?" She puzzles over this for a minute, then suddenly jumps off the bed. She dashes off, leaving you to stare grimly again at that hole in Rarity's sheet. She was already hesitant to let you sleep in in while she was away, but you can't help but think that other fillysitters must have done worse, judging from the flash of fear in Rarity's eyes when you asked why no one else wanted to do it...   The room smells like charred rubble, almost like there's been some kind of an awful napalm accident. Sweetie comes through the door-frame with a tray clenched in her teeth. She jumps up onto the bed, a bit of ash spilling from the bowl she thrusts in your direction.   "What did..." You notice the nervous look on her face, and know instantly that she's just trying to make you happy. You clutch the bowl, staring into it.   "I mean I can't believe how great this looks! I just love..."   "Cereal!" She chirps, eagerly jumping in to help with your seeming lack of words.   "Awesome. I absolutely love, er, cereal." She looks at you hopefully, as you lift the first spoonful to your mouth.     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~     You're now pretty sure that you're dying, as all you can taste is a burnt hellscape. However the look on Sweetie's face makes it sort of worth it, even if now your mouth tastes like you've been licking the bottom of the Cake's oven.   "I'm so glad you liked it! You humans eat fast, did you want any more?" You quickly decline, and her voice cracks as she squeaks out a small sounding "Okay." and scrunches her nose. You can't help but feel a little bad, so you reach over to her and gently ruffle her mane.   Her eyes close as she lets out a soft gasp. You pull your hand back, and ask Sweetie Belle if she's okay.   "Yeah! That felt kind of nice, but a different kind of nice." You slowly start scratching at her mane again, eliciting another gasp as your fingertips press against her head. She leans into your hand, looking almost dreamily at you as she turns her head, letting you pet at her silky smooth neck. You slide it back up to scratch behind her ears, her legs kicking as you rub at all the hard to reach places. Sweetie seems lost in bliss, her breathing deep and rhythmic, humming as your other hand comes into play on her shoulders.   Scooping her up in your arms and cuddling the pale filly, you feel her heart beating against her chest. Your hand moves down to rub her cute round belly, the soft fur like fine silk against your fingertips. She squirms against your body, her mouth agape with silent approval at your impromptu massage. You cradle her quivering body, your warm hands caressing her legs, her belly, her neck. She trembles at your touch as you gently scratch around the base of her horn, her mind foggy with pure comfort.   You can't help but feel a little conflicted about cuddling a foal like this, but her gentle adulation and smooth pelt egg you on to tickle her cute forelegs before moving to her belly. She bites her lip to keep in her laughter as you tickle her round pony belly, blowing a raspberry on her neck and making her squeal with glee. She presses her cheek to your shoulder, the soft curls of her mane sprawling across your face and neck. She smells like fresh linens and vanilla soap, with just a little hint of mint, and before you can stop yourself you give her a gentle kiss on the nose.   The kiss catches her by surprise, and she lets out a long and happy sigh, clearly caught up in the moment and loving it just as much as you. She rolls off your chest and onto the bed, breathing a little hard before speaking.   "That was really REALLY nice!" She chirps, and she lays herself down next to you, her head using your leg as a pillow. Sweetie's mane is a little messy, and her fur has tiny patches where you've fluffed it by going against the grain. She looks angelic, a serene smile on her face as she naps on the bed with you. You watch her sides rise and fall steadily, her closed eyes fluttering a little each time you stir.     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~     After a few minutes of rest, Sweetie Belle blearily eyes the clock before jumping to her hooves. She Suddenly presses her cheek to yours just before hopping off the bed.   "It's almost noon, and I still have to help Scootaloo try to get her cutie mark in fencing!" She trots around the hallway, grabbing her saddlebag and knocking over a table in the process.   "Okay, just be safe, and behave!" It's hard to tell if she heard you, and you lean back against the pillows and eye the room for a second before suddenly noticing the erection you developed while cuddling with the sweet young filly.     "Behave."