Foalcon Shorts

"You do this kinda thing often, kid?" A gruff stallion, sitting on his haunches and stroking himself to full erection, licked his lips as he looked over the cute colt in front of him, who was bent over a cardboard box.

"Nope. Never done it ever." Pickle Barrel responded. To his right, slumped against a dumpster, his sister had a hoof between her legs. The scent of aroused filly reached his nostrils and he felt his little dick twitch.

The stallion behind him stood up, caring little if somepony else was able to see them down the alley they were in between the Hope Hollow Hotel and a General Store. He advanced on the trembling colt, mounted on top of the box and pinned him in place. Pickle felt a twinge of panic as the stallion started to dry hump his rear, trying to find purchase. Flagged as the little colt's tail was, the stallion's dick still kept pressing against the colt's buttcheek.

Thankfully Barley had moved next to them and was helping the stallion to line up whilst stroking his cock at the same time. She placed a forehoof on Pickle's rump and helped spread him wider. That blunt, thick stallion cock found the tight, puckered colt hole, reared back, and plunged right in.

Pickle let out a sharp, girly squeal as he was suddenly and unceremoniously penetrated, losing his anal virginity in one deft stroke. The stallion wasted no time in pounding away at his tight foal hole, burying himself several inches deep and lavishing in his delicious tightness.

"Fuuuuck. Tightest ass I've ever had. Even if you are just giving it up to impress your kinky little fillyfriend." The stallion moaned and continued pounding a little bit hard.

"S-she's not my fillyfriend, she's my sister!" Pickle gasped and squealed between rough thrusts. Barley giggled, one hoof on her brother's colthood, stroking him.

"Hnnng," the stallion responded as he plunged himself in and out. He forced himself deeper, now up to the medial ring and causing a little bulge in Pickle's tummy that did not go unnoticed by Barley, who was struggling to rub off both herself and her brother at the same time. "Even better. How about a...Hnnng...little kiss then, hmm"

While Pickle stared in disbelief Barley moved in front of him. The locked lips, and before Pickle could protest, started making out, tongues and all. Barley knew the colt didn't like having an audience for their special time, but she had already pushed him this far today, what was a little more?

The stallion above seemed enamoured with the two sibling foals kissing each other with all the intensity of fully-grown lovers. His stallionhood swelling, he hammered himself into Pickle's colt pussy a few more times before he flared, moaned loudly, and squirted burst after burst of heavy, sticky stallion cum into the boy's poor, well-used tailhole.

With the stallion cumming into his hot, tight little rump, his sister's tongue down his throat, and her hoof around his trembling cock, Pickle had the best orgasm of his life, shooting his colt seed all over her hoof, the box he was on, and his belly.

The stallion pulled off after his member had deflated enough, watching with satisfaction as his seed spilled down Pickle's backside out of his gaping tailhole. With a grin, he dropped a little bag of bits and winked.

"Thanks for the good time, kids. You know where to find me in the future if you want to do it again."

With that, he left, leaving a well-fucked Pickle Barrel looking fearfully at a lust-crazed and predatory Barley.