Foalcon Shorts

"Couldn't help but notice you enjoying your ice cream over here, sweetie."

A burly stallion approached Amber Locks, who had been sitting by herself in the park on a particularly hot summer's day. It dripped and leaked all over her fur, despite how urgently she was trying to lap it up. She smiled at the newcomer, a stranger, and giggled.

"It's pretty nummy but getting me all messy." She shifted in place in the cool grass, sighing as it cooled off her fur. From his angle, the stallion had a nice view between her legs, though she didn't seem to care.

"Need some help with that?" He leaned a bit closer, sitting himself down beside her. "I'm Caramel, by the way."

"Hi Caramel, I'm Amber. I'm okay, I think, but-" she was cut off as the stallion leaned over and lapped along her hoof slowly, from her elbow to the tip. She giggled.

"That tickles, Mister!"

"Do you like being tickled, Amber?" He scooted closer, this time leaning in to nibble the back of her neck and suckle at her skin. She bit her lip.

"Only the good kind," she flashed a knowing look, "Is that what you're here for?" Her question was blunt but got to the point. The stallion chuckled.

"Clever filly. What if I said yes?" His mouth moved up to her ear, tugging and nibbling. The filly arched her back and squeaked.

"M-momma said... to always make sure a stallion asks for permission, even if he seems nice. And you asked, sooo... okay!" She giggled, "Are you gonna make me all tingly?"

Before she could ask any further questions the stallion gently nudged her onto her back, her legs spread out, and fished the ice cream from her hooves. Giving her a wink, he nudged it up against her hot, damp little fillyhood, so tight and wanting.

"You look like you needed this," he chuckled, ever-so-slowly inserting it between her lips. The filly bucked and squirmed.

"Oooh, it's so cold! Eeek! Goosh that feels good!" She clenched and shook around it. Mercifully, he pulled it back out of her, leaving her slit dripping with chocolate syrup and ice cream, plopping it back in her hooves.

"There, now we both have a treat." He dove down between her legs and immediately started lapping around, slurping up all the melted ice cream, slathering his tongue around the chocolate sauce, and wriggling his tongue deeper and deeper inside of her until she was squealing and squirming.

Amber seemed conflicted with her treat at first. On one hoof, it was her favourite combination, but on the other, it had just been inside of her! She opted to take a cautious lick, finding her own taste had added a certain sweetness. Soon enough, she was lapping away and hungrily engorging on her new favourite flavour while the stallion ate her out.

Being that they were in the middle of the park in broad daylight, ponies came and went along the nearby path. A mare pointed and giggled while she walked with her friend.

"Aw, that cutie looks like she's having fun!"

Caramel, meanwhile, was really burrowing his muzzle into her, tongue lashing around. Her clit had started to wink and throb against the roof of his mouth, and he paid special attention there, swirling his tongue around her little nub. Coaxing it out, sucking on it, lapping at it with her tongue. The filly had finished most of her ice cream before the sensations became too much, and while she writhed and bucked around it dribbled into the fur on her stomach, making her give up entirely.

Throwing her head back, Amber squeezed her eyes shut, and came loud and hard, squirting juices all over Caramel's face, burst after burst of sticky, clear fluid. Ponies nearby stopped to watch her orgasm, some with smiles, others in awe.

By the time she was done, ponies had left, and Caramel was lapping her slit up and down. He pulled his muzzle back and started to lick the ice cream off her tummy, until she was completely clean, enjoying her little squirms and pants of over-sensitivity. Getting to his hooves, he gave her puffy slit one last little massage, letting his frog graze across her lips and dig into where her clit would be and pulled off.

"Thanks for the snack, silly filly. I'll see you around sometime." He smooched her on the head, dropping a couple of bits, "Here's for the ice cream. Sorry you didn't get to finish it!"

"Thanks Mister Caramel! That was fun!" She waved him off, returning to her happy, bubbly self.