Oh god I'm a terrible person.

	Adolphine stared at the surface of her giraffe-print sheets with weary disdain, then grumbled something her mother would have been very cross at her for even knowing how to say, and lit the lamp on her bedside table with her horn. The walls of her room were covered in the oil paintings that had earned her her cutie mark, and an easel sat in the corner with what she had worked on the night before, but that was the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. She had been having a dream in which she was a filthy earth pony and was being ravaged by a similarly impure giraffe, and was displeased to know that the tent in her sheets was a result of it.

	She lifted the sheets, muttering another curse and making a mental note to burn them, then poked her throbbing erection with her hoof like one might poke a dead bird with a stick. Sighing, she leaned up to kiss its tip, shivering in spite of herself at the sensation, letting her tongue slip out onto it. Her mouth opened wider slowly, eyes closing as she began to suck herself in, getting about a third of the way down her shaft before pulling back again, hips pressing themselves up towards her head. Humming softly, she began to suckle on herself as she bobbed up and down, one hoof reaching down to play over her balls, the other down further to her pussy. Moaning a little in the back of her throat in spite of herself, she began to gradually take herself deeper with every bob of her head, back straining a little by the time she reaches halfway. Her inexperience meant it didn't take long before she was straddling the edge of climax, twitching and throbbing erratically in her mouth and throat for a few moments before filling her belly with seed.

	She methodically worked the slightly-flared head of her member out of her mouth, taking a little gasping breath after it had been removed then falling back onto the bed, spent. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and she hurriedly covered herself with her sheets again. Her mother opened the door, smiling and saying "Oh, good, you're up. Do you want apple or grape juice for your lunch today?"

	Adolphine mumbled a dissatisfied "Apple…" in response, which apparently was enough for her mother, as she closed the door and trotted away. The filly sighed again, muttering "Ugh, mom, you know I hate juice…"