Foalcon Shorts

"So...you do this kind of thing often?" Thunderlane asked timidly as he walked into the small living room of the Ponyville home.

"Only when my Aunts are out of town and I'm alone for a few days," remarked Scootaloo, climbing herself up onto the sofa and plopping herself onto her rump. "Why you're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"N-no! Just covering my bases is all." The stallion was quick to defend himself as he approached, glancing about to make sure all the windows had their curtains drawn. "So, uh, you wanna go to your room or just do it here?"

"Just stop talking," Scootaloo responded hoarsely, her voice low as she spread her hind legs and exposed her soft, plush rear for him.

The stallion didn't need any further invitation than that. He stepped forward, placing his hooves on her rear and started to grope and feel her up. His hooves rubbed in small circles around where her cutie marks were, trailing the curve of her hips and haunches. He trailed up her thighs and followed the curve of her young body all the way to the croup and back, tracing the inside of her thighs, and ended just near her fillyhood. She took a deep breath.

"Y-you remember my ad, right?"

He nodded slowly, a grin on his face as he brought a single hoof down to cover her entire puffy slit, cupping his hoof around it and gently pressing forward and up.

"Finish you with my hoof. No funny business, and no touching myself. I remember. You sure are a kinky little thing."

"S-shut up and keep rubbing."

He obliged, hoof dancing around her fillyhood in a small, tight circle, grinding it against her. Her confident demeanour had slipped, suddenly turning into a shy and gasping filly. He kept up his deliberate rubbing, pulling the circle of motion to one side so as to pry her vulva apart and expose the pinkness of her inner tunnel therein. Her nub, previously hidden behind a hood, throbbed. She gasped again.

He wanted to tease and edge her with words some more but knew better of it. His free hoof reached to one of her legs and stretched them wider apart. He mixed up his gyrations to keep her surprised and in suspense. Back and forth, left and right, tug her labial folds, press inward, tease at her nub.

"Ahhhhng!" She jolted and bit her lip. His hoof was starting to get wet and sticky.

"You know, for a kinky little filly, you're awfully sensitive." He dared to offer a small tease, picking up the pace.

"I-I lied," she crooned. "This is my first time doing this."

This surprised him, but it only served to steel his resolve. He leaned forward, driving his hoof against her nub and whispered.

"Then we're gonna make it extra special."

Both hooves moved to her dripping snatch, and he used one to pry her folds apart while the other dipped just slightly inward, putting pressure on her nub. When she twitched he didn't let up. He rubbed, ground, gyrated and kept his motions random while the filly thrashed and bucked.

"Ooooh. Ahhh!" she moaned and squealed, starting to quiver and clench.

He put pressure on her clitoris just as she came, marvelling at the way she arched her back, lifted her hips and squirted her filly cum out and all over her thighs, coating herself in juices.

Finally satisfied, panting for breath and in a daze, Scootaloo looked at him hazily, while Thunderlane took a step back, grinning ear-to-ear. He wasn't even trying to hide the erection he was sporting.

"That was hot. Everything you were hoping for?" He lapped her juices off his hoof with a satisfied smirk.

"Yeah," she muttered, "Wow..."

"Great, kid. See you next time. I'm sure there will be one," With a wink and a pat on her head, he turned around and trotted out.