Peachballing
“Wait, it’s what day?”
Peach Fuzz blinked. It wasn’t that she had something in her eye, but more that she had trouble believing that someone couldn’t realize how important today was—especially Ginger Snap!
“Y-you know! It’s Eat A Peach Day!” Peach exclaimed, her eyes flicking back towards the family peach stall. It was still there, all brown and made of wood and stuff, and so were the peaches, all golden-orange and fruity, as always...but she could never be too sure. And when she turned back, Snap was still there too—green cap, red ribbon, and super-colorful sash, as always. She still had that slightly confused look she’d thrown out just moments before, too. “You...do know, right?”
“Uh...I guess not?” The Filly Scout cocked her head, before smiling a little. “Well, I do now, right? Sounds like your kinda’ day!”
“I know, right! Here, follow me.” Peach beckoned her BFF with a hoof as she trotted towards the family stall. “You wanna try one?”
Of course, technically speaking, Peach knew she wasn’t supposed to just give peaches away. Not only did she work hard to help grow them, but her family did too! That said...what was one peach for her best fillyfriend? Come to think of it...she’d never really seen Ginger have a peach before. Maybe this would be her first one! Or maybe not. But the possibility that she might be the one to give Snap her first glance into the wonderful world of sweet, juicy tanginess that were peaches was too good to pass up. And, judging by the crunching hoofsteps she heard following her as she ducked behind the slightly-too-big-for-her stall, Ginger seemed to be eager as well, at least to some extent.
Her eyes flicked around as she wondered where the best peaches were. There were lots of baskets full of the round, delectable bits of flavor that she was named after. The ones on the counter were the big, round red ones that drew the eye most, but she knew that red ones weren’t the best—peaches weren’t apples, after all! No, what she wanted was a nice, fuzzy, deep-gold, and most importantly, wrinkled peach, because those had the most intense flavor. As she stepped forward and dug through the closest basket, she saw lots that fit some of those qualities...but she wanted one that fit all of them. What good would a first peach be if it wasn’t perfect?
Suddenly, Peach felt her tail sweep to the side—and not because she’d made it do that. She poked her head up from the basket she’d been leaning almost all the way into, and rested her forelegs on the edge of the basket as she glanced backwards.
“Snap? What...what are you doing?”
Ginger Snap smirked. For whatever reason, one of her forehooves had wrapped around the base of Peach's tail and gently twisted it aside. Peach was briefly made aware of a slight breeze as it passed by, not hindered by her dangling peach-colored hairs any longer. She felt her cheeks color a little bit as she pieced together exactly why Snap might have been doing what she was doing.
“Oh, you know.” The smirk changed into something Peach knew all too well...the look. It was still technically a smug little upturning of the lips, of course, but the look was accompanied by lowered eyelids, a twinkle in the corner of those pale green eyes, and an increasing amount of honey being layered on top of Snap’s usually perky, sugary-sweet, bouncy way of speaking. “I’m gonna eat a Peach. That’s what today’s about, isn’t it?”
“But...I’m looking for a good one now…?” Peach frowned, the heat behind her cheeks subsiding just a little bit. Maybe Snap was just trying to help her look and couldn’t see past her tail or something. She definitely would appreciate the help, even if it meant having to spend a minute or two explaining what she was looking for.
But the look seemed to get even stronger as the Filly Scout stepped closer, making sure to keep Peach’s tail curved around her even as she let it fall from her hoof. “Why keep looking for one, though?” Ginger Snap smiled wider, her eyes flicking away from Peach’s as she licked her lips. “I see a good one right...here.”
“But I haven’t even—o-ohhh…” A shiver ran down Peach Fuzz’s back as she felt Ginger place her hooves on her cutie mark area and squeeze firmly—not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to really grab hold of the juiciest parts of her plot. Her face turned red almost instantly. She’d had her suspicions, but now it was clear what Snap really wanted to eat. But...could they really…
“Snaaaap…” Despite her best attempts to whine, Peach’s protest came out sounding more like a reluctant encouragement. Luckily, she didn’t have to convince anyone else whether she’d meant to tell Ginger to stop or not. “W-we’re...everyone’s right…”
“Aw, shhh…” The Filly Scout glanced both ways quickly, before leaning back in and really squeezing her hoof-fulls of hindquarter. “Just keep quiet. Nopony’ll notice a thing unless they walk behind us, and I don’t think they will.”
She did have a point. Being that the stall was meant for her parents to stand over, they were both hidden quite well behind the stall. The colorful little striped overhead covering also meant that any passing pegasi wouldn’t be able to peek either. But even so...Peach still wasn’t sure if she was comfortable playing their...special games with others around.
But as it turned out...Ginger Snap was sure for her. Before she could manage to reconnect her flopping mouth to her disoriented mind, Peach Fuzz found herself being spun around and manipulated by the Filly Scout’s firm hooves. Any resistance she had to Ginger grabbing her rump and pushing it down until she slid down against an empty wall of the stall quickly dissolved as she felt a nibbling at the tip of her ear...one of her weakest spots. With every gentle lick and nip, more of her resistance melted away, to be replaced by warm shivers and shudders, and breathy moans. Before she knew it, she was a mewling little puddle of desire, leaned up with her back against the stall wall, and her hind legs spread in front of her. What had begun as a slight tingle in her groin was now an invisible sparkler, popping constantly with little twinges of anticipation. One of her hooves reached down there almost unconsciously. It came back wet, and smelled somewhat fruity.
Ginger Snap smiled down at her, before adopting a similar pose just a couple feet away. Peach lamented the loss of Snap’s gentle, yet unyielding guidance, and her wet, warm, mouth with teeth that knew exactly where to dig in and ever so gently drag across her ear...but she knew that the Filly Scout was always hungry for more. She wouldn’t have to wait long for the next lovely touch...hopefully.
“Quick, grab us a couple peaches,” Ginger commanded as she scooted closer.
Peach blinked, glancing down briefly as one of her hind legs became airborne. In no time at all, she found it resting across Ginger’s thigh. Only then did she abandon her confusion to lean over to the nearest basket and grab the first two peaches her hooves bumped into. She had no time to pick the best ones, especially as she felt one of Snap’s hind legs rest against her thigh. She remembered this position well from their first camping trip together, and no doubt in a few moments, Ginger planned to close the distance. She didn’t understand what peaches had to do with what Snap often called ‘scissoring’, but she didn’t have the energy to question anything anymore as she brought the fruits over to the Filly Scout. All she wanted was more attention. She almost didn’t care anymore about the quiet market chatter happening beyond their shared stall...almost.
“Wh-...what are you—ahh!” Peach bit her lip and let the fruits roll from her outstretched forehoof, bracing against the ground with the other. Luckily, Ginger was there to catch the peaches with one of her forehooves...but her other one was why Peach had dropped them in the first place. It was now nestled firmly up against Peach’s lower lips, pressing and kneading at the outside. If she had been moist before, now Peach felt absolutely soaked between her legs. Every little stroke led to another little mewl escaping her throat, another twitch of her hind legs, and another sudden intake of air to stoke the firestorm deep in her chest. None of this was unfamiliar, per se...but it managed to catch her off guard nonetheless. It took effort not to sandwich her hind legs together around the always-smirking Filly Scout’s hoof.
She’d missed this so much.
“Alright...I think you’re warmed up enough, hot stuff.” Ginger Snap winked; whether this was a pun on her tomato-red face or just an unexpected compliment, Peach couldn’t tell, nor did she mind either way. “Ready for something new?~”
“N-newww…?” The word flopped from her mouth rather reluctantly. Was there even anything left to do with Snap that was new? Everything they’d done together went back so far, and there was just...a lot. She loved every single bit, of course, but...what else was there to discover? She couldn’t think of anything, especially while Ginger was still rubbing gently along the very edges of the most moist, sensitive spot in her entire body.
“Here...let me show you.”
Peach’s eyes had been half-lidded ever since her rump contacted the ground. But they quickly widened as she watched Ginger take her teasing forehoof away to grab a peach. She lowered it to her own fairly damp crotch area and, after a moment’s hesitation, she began pushing against her outer lips with the fruit. Peach felt sympathetic warm tingles trickling down her spine as the Filly Scout panted, wiggling and rolling the peach around, slightly parting her lips until finally, with a sudden loud squeaky moan...it slipped in. Peach could clearly see the skin coated in Ginger’s juices, and could even see a little bit of her inner pink walls as the spherical shape, though now slightly squished, refused to give in, even with the occasional pulsing of the muscles around it.
“N-now…” Snap panted, before leaning forward with a smile. One of her forelegs extended, revealing the other peach in its grasp. Peach found it somewhat hard to keep looking at it though; her attention was more focused on Ginger’s glistening, twitching, deep pink, tantalizing little—
“It’s your turn~”
What did get Peach’s attention was the sudden reappearance of the Filly Scout’s hoof against her groin...accompanied this time by the peach. Her eyes flicked down and her forelegs wavered, unsure of where to go as a wave of simultaneous anxiety and pleasure shot across her world. The way the light fuzz of the fruit tickled her lower lips was like nothing else, and it only seemed to get stronger as Snap kept insistently pushing forward, using one of her spare hooves to try and open Peach up some more. Her breathing grew more ragged as, bit by bit, she felt it beginning to split her apart. Holy Celestia—this was the biggest thing to ever try to go inside her special place...it was way bigger than Snap’s tongue! Would it even fit? She knew it had managed to squeeze into Snap just fine, but...she wasn’t so sure it would fit her, even with how wet and wiggly she was—
“Ahhhhh! Mmmh! Snaaa-mmmph!”
As Peach Fuzz squirmed and did her best to stay relatively quiet, the peach popped in. The young earth filly felt herself open up as the mostly-firm fruit wormed its way into her little tunnel, sending tiny lightning bolts across her body. Her hind hooves curled as she felt some familiar, but not-often-used muscles clamping down hard against the new intruder, rhythmically squeezing and retracting, bringing new sensations with every repetition. For a second, she lost touch with reality and thought she might float up to the sky, borne aloft by the intense, dynamic heat swirling around her body. She was, however, brought back to earth by one of Ginger Snap’s forehooves, which quickly pressed itself against her muzzle and held it shut. This was probably for the best, she figured, because she was unable to control the volume of her subsequent happy moans, whines, and panting. Everything just felt too good to keep quiet...but her BFF’s firm touch made sure that any sounds she made were muffled and kept only between the two of them.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, Peach managed to focus on the world once more. Her forehooves pressed firmly against the ground, and her back arched with every wave of warmth that came from down below. The peach was still noticeably stretching her apart, and she was still clamping down on it beyond her own doing, and squirming every time she did...but she was at least able to breathe easier and enjoy the sensations. It was unique, it was big, it was...amazing. It only seemed to get better when she managed to recognize what the weird persistent tickling sensation on her outer lips was...it was the Filly Scout’s free hoof, still gently massaging her moist inner area, sending lighter, but no less pleasant tingles through her body. When Peach glanced up, she was greeted by a familiar pair of strong green eyes looking back at her. Ginger’s sparkling eyes were framed by a smirk, and her cheeks were only slightly tinged red. The look as a whole said one thing that Snap had only ever said once, but still managed to say every time they got up to stuff like this…
You’re mine now~
A moment or two passed before Ginger Snap finally broke the silence—if it could be called that, with all the high pitched sounds Peach couldn’t stop making, and the distant chatter of ponies bartering over wares. Neither of those could be helped, as far as Peach was concerned.
“You...haah, you okay?” Ginger panted, slowing down her rubbing ever so slightly. Peach nodded, even as she unconsciously bucked her hips up in response to the slightly reduced stimulation. She was more than okay...she’d never felt better. Well, almost. Snap’s tongue was even better than this, whenever she found the occasion to use it in the right places, whether that be when kissing, or down there. But the peach was already a close second; despite spending so much time around them, she’d never thought that they could feel so good when stuck inside her! Snap really did know how to make new experiences out of ordinary objects, that was for sure…
“Then let’s, mmh…get goin’~”
Peach had only a second to relax before things kicked up a notch. Ginger Snap placed both her forelegs behind her, wiggling her hind legs as she did so. With a slight grunt and a push, she slid forward, her thighs gliding smoothly past Peach’s hips until their filly bits met in the middle.
“AHHHhhmp! Mmhhh, mmmhhha!~”
Peach Fuzz blushed even deeper than she thought possible as a loud pleasured cry burst from her lips. She managed to bite her bottom lip and taper off the worst of it, but what had leaked out still seemed to echo slightly against the surroundings. Snap just giggled as Peach’s face turned redder. She couldn’t help it, though—the initial contact felt like nothing else. How could she be expected to be quiet when it felt so great that the shivers leaked out through her mouth and became shaky moans and quiet yelps?
Apparently, she was eventually quiet enough, because after Snap glanced around briefly to make sure nopony had heard them, she went back to business, slowly gyrating her hips and pushing off her forehooves. Peach returned the motions as best as she could, thankful that her forehooves were already planted firmly in the dirt. Between the unavoidable clenching around the unmistakably large peach inside her fillyhood and the dancing surges of pleasure, it was hard to think of or do anything other than remember that she had to move to get the most out of things.
But she could do that just fine. In fact, unconsciously, she seemed to be speeding up. Each thrust and squish against her friend’s hot crotch only made her own wetter, and seemingly more sensitive. The peach seemed to sink further into her every time her inner walls squeezed down, and it managed to hit better and better spots every time. Her whole body was trembling now, and her breathing came in short, jerky, hushed gasps as she did her best to remain quiet. She could feel sweat forming everywhere as the heat swirling around her threatened to cook her from the inside out. Even Snap was getting into it now, quietly moaning and occasionally muttering encouragements. Not that Peach needed them of course...she didn’t ever want to stop, or slow down. She felt herself already approaching the best part of their ‘games’ together, felt the encroaching wave threatening to sweep her away. Her moans grew louder despite her best efforts to bear down and keep them in; doing so only made her clench even harder around the foreign object inside her tunnel. Her forehooves dug deeply into the ground and her hips jerked back and forth as if on autopilot, reacting to every flash of ecstasy that enveloped her body whenever her lower lips touched Ginger’s.
Her eyes flicked nervously up and narrowed as her breath seemed to get stuck in her chest. Ginger stared back and smiled, even as her head shook back and forth from their gyrations. Those happy green eyes sent a brief chill down her spine, as did the bouncing orange bangs and freckled little muzzle scrunched up in enjoyment. At some point her cap had slid off her head, leaving only the frizzy orange mane that it covered in its place. Snap was so cute when she got close, Peach managed to think…she wondered if she looked the same. She probably did. But that was the least of her worries.
“Mmh, ahh...h-hang on, Peachie.”
Just like that, everything stopped. Ginger pushed back, heavily panting as she did so. Peach whined, her hips still thrusting instinctively outwards but now not finding the slick, warm surface she’d been grinding against for the past few minutes. She seemed to squeeze down even harder against the peach deep within her fillyhood in the absence of her BFF’s pleasurable presence. The action did send a few more shivers up her back, and expelled just a little bit more heat from her nether regions, but the waves of warmth and goodness now seemed to taunt her as they slowly decreased in intensity.
“Wh-...why’d y-you stop?” Peach eventually managed to stutter, shifting back towards the Filly Scout. “I...I was s-so—“
“It’s Eat A Peach Day, r-right?” Snap interjected, a lazy little smile creeping onto her face. Peach nodded, squinting slightly as she did so. What did that have to do with how disappointed she felt that she hadn’t gotten to finish? The big, round, fuzzy form of the fruit lodged inside her crotch was still driving her nuts...she was soaked, and her little button thing was poking out, too!
“Well…” Ginger giggled, the smile growing as she scooted back another couple inches. “We should probably eat one, right?~”
“G-Gingie, w-we’ll have plenty of t-time to—“
Peach cut herself off as the Filly Scout held up a hoof. As she looked on, Ginger scrunched her brows together, took a deep breath, and...didn’t do much of anything, as far as Peach could tell. It just looked like she was pushing down on the ground, and she had one hoof out in front of her moist, dripping lips, but not much was happening otherwise. What in the heck was she—
“Nngh...hhhng...hhhaaaaaahhh!”
Peach’s eyes widened. As she watched, Ginger’s lower lips spread wide, and out came the peach. It was still the same faded-gold color that spoke of its bountiful juices...but from the looks of it, it didn’t need any more juice. Its outside somehow looked even more plump than it’d been earlier, especially with the way it was coated in the Filly Scout’s own personal juices. Peach found herself salivating at the sight and instinctively clenching around the peach still inside her. She wasn’t drooling just because she liked peaches a lot, although she did. She was drooling because her mind was drifting, even despite her rumbling tummy and thumping heart. Maybe she’d get to dive into Ginger’s crotch and get some delicious little rivers of special liquid for herself. Maybe they’d get to ‘scissor’ some more. Maybe Snap would dive into her crotch and lick until...until…!
“Nnngghaaaaah!”
“Woah, there!”
Amid a storm of heat, tingles, and sudden pleasured moans bursting forth from her throat, Peach felt her inner muscles finally achieve their ultimate goal of expelling the foreign intruder. The peach popped out and into Ginger’s other waiting forehoof. Peach’s entire body shook from head to hoof briefly as one final surge of titillation exploded out from between her legs and swept her away. She could feel those muscles clenching at something that wasn’t there anymore, over and over, only slowly coming to realize that there was nothing left to squeeze. That didn’t stop her little button from popping out every couple of seconds, disturbing her tongue-lolling panting with a sudden gasp or whine. That...that had been amazing. She wanted more. She needed more. Even if she hadn’t before, the places her thoughts were going made her crave more.
Luckily, it seemed like Ginger had more up her sleeves.
“Here, catch!” Ginger Snap gently tossed the peach that had emerged from Peach a few moments earlier. Peach caught it, scrambling a little to make sure it didn’t roll out of her grasp. It was still somewhat fuzzy, but now it was mostly slick with her own juices. In a weird way, it smelled extra peachy now.
Snap brought her own peach up to her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows. “I-I’ve got a fun little idea,” she teased, still panting ever so slightly, her cheeks turning a peculiar shade of red. “Go on...take a bite of that peach...chew it a bit...don’t swallow...then follow my lead.” The Filly Scout didn’t even wait for a response before she opened up her mouth and took a decent-sized bite out of the twice-juicy fruit. Peach had trouble recognizing every emotion that flashed across her friend’s eyes after that, but the end result had Ginger letting out a deep moan, and her eyes rolling skywards. She loved it…though whether that was because she loved peaches or loved the extra juice, she couldn’t tell.
Peach glanced down at her peach, giving it a cautious sniff. Peachy. Even though it was slathered in slightly-sticky juices from her filly bits, it still looked as appetizing as ever...and clearly Snap loved her peach. So surely there was no reason to hesitate, right? Especially with how insistently her little pleasure button was popping out now. She needed attention, fast—and the best way to get it would be to do what Snap said.
Peach closed her eyes, took a deep, shaky breath...and bit into the peach.
Wow. The flavor, it was...it was...
How could she describe it?
Well, it was a peach; that much she knew. Like any good peach, it spurted a little bit of juice into her mouth as her teeth sliced through the fuzzy skin and into the tangy orange flesh within. Soft, flowery, and the perfect amount of ripeness. But more than the fruit’s own juice...she tasted her juice. It was salty, but still somehow peachy all the same, and seemed to dance and tingle across her tongue. She shivered and closed her eyes as her teeth carefully sliced through the flesh again, being soon rewarded with another tangy spurt of savory-sweet peach. She felt briefly like she was on a cloud, surrounded by an endless amount of peaches. She could probably reach out and pick one up, and…
Oh, right. She was still on the ground. Peach’s eyes cracked open, and she drifted away from fantasy land. She almost swallowed her mouthful of peach on instinct, but remembered that Snap had said not to...so she settled for a head-tilt and inquisitive “hmmh?” as she stared into the Filly Scout’s eyes. The look emanating from those emerald eyes still managed to smolder, even as Ginger’s cheeks remained slightly puffed from the amount of food in her mouth.
Neither of them could talk, but neither of them really needed to. Ginger scooted closer, recognizing that Peach was ready for...whatever. At least, she thought she was ready. There were still lots of ponies walking around and talking outside their little slice of the world behind the market stall. But at the same time, the ‘Closed’ sign would deter anyone from peeking over the counter and catching them in the act...hopefully. She didn’t know what would happen if they were caught, but Snap always said that it would be best if they weren’t. And she trusted Snap, so that was that.
That was the mental aspect of her readiness taken care of. But there was another aspect that Peach dialed into as Ginger resumed her earlier position, twisting her legs around Peach’s...the physical aspect.
Her neck burned. Her cheeks flamed. Her bits dripped salty, peachy juices steadily. Her pleasure button pushed out irregularly, sending flashes of desire into her tummy. Her breathing quickened as Ginger slid closer, bringing their groins closer and closer together. Her eyes fluttered as her back tingled and tensed, waiting. Her supporting forehooves shifted uneasily, waiting for their moment to shine. Her ears twitched, picking up the gentle sound of Ginger’s panting above her own ragged, moan-laced gasps. Her eyelids fluttered as Snap’s did too. Conscious thought was a thing left far in the past...so much so, that Peach barely noticed that Ginger was moving their muzzles together until they both touched at the tips. A moment passed, and the air seemed to fill with static electricity as hot little gusts of air blew out from her fellow filly’s nostrils, tickling her fur. They stared into, and maybe even past, each other’s eyes.
Then, to Peach’s delight...Ginger Snap closed the last millimeter of distance, and they kissed.
Snap’s lips were even softer than Peach had remembered. Or maybe they were the same, and Ginger was just extra gentle in pushing their muzzles together. Whatever the case was, Peach was more than happy to moan and melt into the kiss.
“Mmmhhh...mmmmhhhg…”
Kissing Ginger was something Peach Fuzz had done many times before. Every time managed to be different in its own way, and this time was no exception. Beyond her BFF’s impossibly soft lips and her ginger-scented coat, the most prevalent thing in this kiss was Ginger’s tongue. Not only did it probe Peach’s mouth with a familiarity that only came with hours and hours of kissing ‘practice’, but with it came more of the peachy goodness that already filled her mouth and sent colors dancing around behind her eyes, which were shut tight. Peach was vaguely aware of Ginger’s fillyhood smooshing against hers again, and the squishing sounds and tingly feelings that followed. Her hips responded instantly, bucking to ensure that they got as much pleasurable friction as they could.
Everything tasted of peach. Wait, no...more than peach. As their tongues poked and prodded around each other’s mouth, little mushy pieces of peach flesh passed between them. The peach coming from Ginger’s mouth was...oddly spicy, and oddly reminiscent of, appropriately enough, ginger. Peach’s eyes cracked open a bit in surprise as she realized...she was tasting her friend’s special filly juices. She’d done that before, of course...but to be doing it this way, and sharing in the pleasure, with the flavors mixing together—peach with salty peach-like undertones from her juices, and peach with strong, spicy overtones from Ginger’s juices—was something brand-new. It was just the right brand of weird, but good-feeling that had her melting under the growing fire between her legs in no time at all.
“Mnah...mmh…mmmmmhh!” Peach couldn’t hold her sounds in anymore. They’d been at this for a while even before the kiss, and she was ready to bring things to that awesome little explosion of feeling that often concluded their intimate times. Every push off the ground, every grinding of her dripping bits against Ginger’s almost-equally-wet bits, every wink of her little button, and every little gasp as they paused ever so briefly for air only added to the tension deep within her. It was a good thing that their muzzles seemed inseparable, because she felt her voice rising and growing in volume as the pleasure did too. All the sound went into the kiss, into Ginger—and her moans went deep into Peach, the vibrations settling somewhere down in her chest and making her shudder.
Suddenly, a switch flipped deep inside of her.
Peach wasn’t exactly sure why it flipped. Maybe it had flipped because Ginger chose to reach down and caress her pulsing button right when it poked out from its little hole. Maybe it was the sudden acceleration that the Filly Scout put into everything, her legs and hips working overtime to send Peach into pleasurable heights she’d yet to see before now. Or maybe it was the extra passion she put into their kiss, suddenly leaning forward and almost smothering her in loud, wide-mouthed, breathy, moan-laced bouts of smooching. Whatever it was, it made Peach tense up everywhere except for her lower body, which only seemed to match Ginger’s enthusiasm as she bubbled up higher, feeling hotter, lighter, dizzier, better…
Until she exploded.
What followed was the best climax of Peach’s entire life up to that point. The floodgates opened, and she felt all of the tension flow out from between her legs instantly. The recoil was almost instantaneous, with alternating currents of ecstasy and immense heat coursing through the spaces occupied moments before by desire and craving. She couldn’t control herself; all she could do was let her hips continue jerking back and forth at breakneck speeds, and try not to scream too loudly into Ginger’s mouth as her eyes squeezed even more tightly shut, and her hooves all dug into the nearest hoofholds she could find.
If she didn’t know better, Peach might have sworn that between the kiss, their accelerated grinding, and the feelings she felt, that she was glowing. She did know better...at least, she thought she did. It was hard to be sure with so much motion and sensations shaking her to her very core...some of those not even coming from her. A sudden wave of relatively deep, husky moans sounding off within their endless kiss told her that Ginger had finally hit her peak, too.
By the time everything settled down and Peach Fuzz managed to crack her eyes open, despite everything...she was smiling. Sure, she was out of breath, a lot. Sure, she was reluctant to finally break the kiss and swallow that single bite of peach—twice as flavorful as her initial one—at last. And sure, her ears twitched and she felt a little off-guard even though the general chatter of ponies shopping was still uninterrupted and distant. But it had been worth it. So much. It always was, of course—but something about that time had felt especially worth it. Maybe it was the fact that they’d been apart for so long...what better way was there to greet a friend than like that, especially on a day like this?
“D-diiiid...whew!” Ginger Snap giggled as she scooted back, adjusting her cap and pushing some of her now-frizzy mane out of her eyes. “Did ya’...was that fun?”
“Mmhmm…” Peach had a lot more words to say than just ‘fun’. But she didn’t have the energy to say them...so she was more than content to breathe a deep sigh and bake in the warm afterglow that surrounded her.
“So…” Ginger scooted around until she was next to Peach, and draped a damp leg around her shoulders. “How...was that for Eat A Peach Day?”
“It was the best.” Peach snuggled up closer to the Filly Scout. She sighed, burying her head into the crook of Snap’s neck. “Man...I missed this.”
“Me too…”
A few minutes passed. Neither filly said anything, simply being content to be in the other’s company. Occasionally, a quiet little moan escaped Peach’s lips as the remnants of their activity made themselves known again...but usually, it faded quickly back into a happy sigh and a gentle nuzzle against Snap’s neck. The previously-intimidating sounds of potential ponies who might have caught them during their private time were now a soothing backdrop to their cooldown.
Ginger was the first one to break the silence and their time on the floor by gently pushing away from Peach, and stumbling to her hooves. She reached out a hoof, and Peach took it, grunting as she wobbled until she was in what could vaguely be called a standing position.
“I’m glad we could have fun again,” Snap almost whispered, smiling warmly as she adjusted her sash. “Sorry I didn’t keep up with ya’ for so long...clearly I was missing out.”
“It’s okay.” And it really was. Sure, it’d been quite a few lonely weeks, but Peach couldn’t find it in herself to be mad at Ginger for getting absorbed into Filly Scout stuff. It was what she did best and liked best. It’d be like if Ginger got mad at her for running the stand once a year...it wouldn’t make sense. Peach was just happy to have her back at last.
“That being said…” Ginger winked. “How about we make tomorrow Eat A Peach Day too? And this time...I mean a Peachie~”
“Only tomorrow?” Peach giggled, swishing her tail behind her. She could feel the dampness of her thighs as the resulting breeze drifted by. “Why not every day? At least ‘til school’s back in.”
“Ugh, I wish, but the Scouts are really picking back up...that said, I’m down for every day that’s possible. Tomorrow included!”
“Shake on it?”
Bump, bump, wiggle, grab, shake—Peach did the age-old BFF hoofshake with Ginger. Even after all this time, they both still had it down pat.
Ginger smiled, the look creeping onto her face one last time. “Same time tomorrow, behind the school? Nopony’ll be there, probably.”
“Only probably?”
“Hey, you never know. But don’t worry, ol’ Snap will scout it out first...Scout’s Honor!”
“Alright, fine…” Peach blew a strand of mane out of her face. She supposed it would be fine, especially considering how nopony had noticed them even now, when they’d been so close to discovery at any given moment. “On one condition…”
“What’s that?” Snap cocked her head, raising an eyebrow.
“I get to ‘eat’ you first.”
“Deal!”