Sneaking and Shrieking (Bonus) by KrishnaKarnak

(Candy Mane / Apple Bloom)

masturbation, just, a, filly, getting, off, to, a, spanking

 

(29/06/2014)

 

 

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Babs flattened herself against the back wall. Supported on her hinds, she placed her front hooves against her knees, trying to get comfortable. Narrowing her eyes, she focused on the pair of ponies, sitting side by side and talking. Candy was leaning back, looking relaxed. Apple Bloom was fidgeting nervously.

 

It wasn't the first time she spied on a punishment. The first time she ever saw a spanking was when she was four and had walked in on her big brother gettin' it in the kitchen. Not long afterwards, she watched her sister get it in her parents' room, hiding in the closet just as she was doing now.

 

All in all, she thought she was to be congratulated for her brilliance. Babs exhaled, eyes wide and mouth curved into a smile. Her mom and her second-cousin were still talking, though Apple Bloom was starting to grow more and more scared. Wonderful! Her desire to spectate and enjoy her favourite thing was outweighing any pity she had for Bloom.

 

“N-no! C-Candy, please!”

 

A rush of excitement rocketed through her body. Vivid memories of her own self begging and pleading with Candy Mane, trying to worm her way out of a well deserved keister warming, flooded her brain. Babs shuffled her weight from hoof to hoof, hunching over slightly and pinning her thighs together. Here we go, just like always... She was getting those funny feelings. That warm, delicious flutter of tingly somethings in her private parts.

 

She focused her gaze down onto her pajamas, barely visible save for the long line illuminated by the light streaming through the crack in the closet door. The light stretched from her face, down her chest to the inch of dark orange belly fur poking out between shirt and pants, and down beyond her crotch.

 

Trying to both listen to her cousin's worried, quivering voice begging to get out of what's surely going to be an excellent spanking, AND start a sudden mental debate with herself caused her to miss half the conversation. By the time she looked back out through the crack, Apple Bloom was positioned across Babs' mother's lap.

 

Twitch. Her tail gave such a hard flap and wag that it slapped against the wall. Thankfully, Apple Bloom had picked that moment to bleat 'Ah don't wanna get a spankin'!', so they failed to overhear. Babs' heart took awhile to creep back down from her throat, though this only caused the warmth between her legs to intensify, spreading to her belly and down her spine.

 

Babs lifted her right hoof off her knee and placed it lightly on top of her crotch, watching her cousin's bottom assaulted with the opening smacks of the spanking. Slowly, she pushed the hoof down, dragging it against the fabric, causing the inside to press against her slit.

 

Every now and then she did something like this. How many nights had she been laying on her belly with a blazing bottom, tightening her inner thighs against her hoof as she poked at tickled her little cunt? She didn't know why spanking made her do it; hell, she used to think she had to be the only pony in the world who did this. Babs Seed saw other ponies doing it in secret afterwards, her own sister included. So, other fillies did it, but obviously not because the idea of being punished made it tingle and sweat. Or swell up a little, pink and warm and sensitive, especially that little bud under the little hood of skin. Maybe they all knew how good it felt? So good. Great, even.

 

“I've got your cousin here every so often, too, so save your breathe, hun...” Candy's voice floated into the closet.

 

Babs grinned guiltily. Of course, it was true. Babs sometimes even went out of her way to get into trouble. The idea of getting her bottom tanned with her mom's firm hoof or that awful— but amazing— hairbrush... Babs was rubbing her crotch a little faster now, digging the tip of the hoof into the pajamas, eyes fixed on Apple Bloom's butt, poking out on Candy's right, being clapped hard with the mare's hoof. Her mind was already putting Babs herself in that position. Nothing was better than the awesome, nervous anticipation, sometimes in the corner, before being dragged roughly across Candy's lap. Especially if she resisted. Although lying in bed with a toasty, stinging backside was just as good.

 

Babs' free hoof rounded behind her and started to run along the seat of her pajamas. While her right hoof continued to massage lightly between her legs, the left was patting her own bottom in time with each spank Candy Mane was giving a sobbing Apple Bloom. For the moment, Babs wished she could be in her cousin's position.

 

“When your rump matches these, then we'll be making progress!”

 

Oooh, yeees. Babs breathed in through her teeth, lifting the hoof to the waist of her pajama pants and slipping it inside. Watching Apple Bloom's rump get exposed was bringing the heat to a brand new height. However, the pudgy filly got momentarily distracted as she returned the hoof to her cunt. As it pressed against her puffy pink lips, she felt a strange moisture. Her eyes widened as she tried to figure out what was going on. It was never wet before. Had she peed herself a little bit without realizing it?

 

Babs sniffed the hoof. That wasn't pee. Her eyes snapped from the limb in front of her face to the scene in her bedroom when she heard Apple Bloom's voice rise like a crescendo in panic. Her tail twitched again, her body shaking with a sudden jolt of excitement. The hairbrush! Wet or not, she knew this was going to be something really, really special.

 

She pulled her pajamas down, straight to the hocks of her back hooves. A thin, weak strand of that wetness broke as the pants retreated from her warm, moist slit. Still on her hinds, Babs took a good look at her soaking privates, which only served to excite her even more. Screw it, the moisture wasn't hurting anypony. She fell onto all fours, leaning her chest low to the floor. Butt thrust into the air, she stretched her arm back and tugged at her labia folds, before pulling back and brushing against her clit.

 

Apple Bloom's soft wailing as the brush began beating a tattoo against her darkening yellow bottom and thighs filled Babs Seed's ears as the chubby pony's tail started to slowly rise into the air. Head low, hindquarters high, tail curved and hanging over her back, with her hoof grinding between the aroused lips of her young sex. She was in heaven. It was blissful ecstasy. It never felt this good, playing with herself while having an amazing view of her mother spanking another pony soundly. Sweat was already beading Babs' face as her hoof worked furiously, the fur becoming drenched in her juices.

 

She found herself biting down on her free hoof as the jolts of pleasure built higher and higher. Her right continued rubbing faster and deeper, going from the opening of her vagina all the way to the fun little nub. It was so, so easy to imagine she was across her mother's lap, getting her own bottom so soundly smacked with that hard hairbrush, kicking her own hooves against the bed and howling out in misery and pain. She wanted a spanking so bad! To bawl like a little foal with a sore, aching rump that was under an unrelenting hail of that brush's back.

 

A muffled whinny and a whimper, and Babs' legs collapsed beneath her. The city filly flattened into the floor of the closet, exhausted. Every inch of her was quivering from her explosively strong orgasm, her thigh muscles cramping up a little. Her eyes were misted over with a very light layer of tears and she let out a very satisfying exhale. The sounds of the spanking in the room beyond were still echoing to her, but Babs had suddenly lost some of her interest. Licking her lips, she curled up on the dusty floor, enjoying the waves of euphoria that continued to crash upon her as her cunt convulsed over and over.

 

Eventually, she managed to get back to her hooves. Pulling her pajamas back up, she crept back around to her mother's room. Very quietly, she left the closet, closed it, retreated from the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the living room. Eventually, Candy came out and bid her goodnight. Then it was time for Babs to go comfort her favourite cousin, and she knew exactly how she was going to repay Apple Bloom for that wonderful orgasm. And tomorrow, maybe she can think of a nice scheme to land herself across her mother's knee again.

 

Babs strolled back down the hallway to her bedroom door, the skip back into her hoof-falls, her mind already thinking of her cousin's bottom again.