Foalcon Shorts

by Scout Feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Porn, Fetish
Length: 5602

An Anthology of Foalcon One-Shots too short for their own titles

A collection of short, single-scene based stories that are centred around foalcon erotica. There are a range of fetishes between each one; if it is extreme, there will be a warning as such.

Think of this as the writer's antithesis to an artist's sketch dump. Each product is short, erotic-driven, and intentionally minimal.

Please note that this anthology will be left as 'unfinished' indefinitely, as I will add to it continuously as I write more spur of the moment flash fiction. Feel free to 'follow' or 'track' this fic for updates!

Published 2020-02-08 01:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-02-08 01:10:02 UTC

Filly Scouts (Ginger Snap, Sandbar)

Sluuuurp. Grk. Gluuuck.

Sandbar moaned out loud and threw his head back against the sofa cushions, his groans of pleasure unhindered as he let loose to show his approval. Down, between his legs and perched on the floor in front of him, a small tan filly with a green beret and matching sash was working away at him.

He had seen her doing her usual routes for months now, carting her little red wagon around Ponyville in an effort to sell cookies to fund their annual camping trip, or some charity or other.

Now, the cute filly who had to be no older than seven or eight was slurping away between his legs, suckling on the tip of his penis and descending down into her throat. From the outside, her neck distended slightly where his cock would be, a testament to just how far she had stretched to take him.

She wasn't about to stop, either. She lowered down until his medial ring was just past her lips to a point where she couldn't go any further. Looking up at him with innocent, adorable gleaming eyes she stared into his soul, simultaneously causing his heart and his dick to throb. It had the desired effect and she swallowed down on him instinctively.

Her throat muscles squeezed and Sandbar placed a hoof on her head, his hinds widening as a surge of pleasure shot through.

"Oh gods, Ginger. How are you so...Nnng...good at this! Ahh!" He curled his hoof around her head as she started to pull back, leaving her wet saliva coating his member. She bobbed her head up and down, mane swaying lightly from the force of her movements, and once again the room was filled with the sounds of messy fellatio.

Sandbar squeezed down the back of her head and let loose a loud moan, bucking his hips and forcing himself deeper than he'd ever been. Ginger Snap gagged and choked but he held her in place as he throbbed. With his vision blurry and his heart racing, he quickly pulled himself back out of her throat with a wet 'pop'. Aiming his stallionhood at her face, he gritted his teeth.

"O-open up! I'm gonna give you a...nnng...big meal!" He arched his back as the first burst shot across her face, coating hot, sticky semen in her fur and mane. It was followed by another, then another as he unloaded. The velocity and speed slowed down and he continued unloading into her open and inviting mouth.

"T-that's it! Good girl. J-just hold it there, okay?" He wasn't finished yet, filling her mouth with his baby batter. Ginger Snap leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the hole at the tip of his cock that was now dilating and still ejaculating.

He began to taper off to small bursts that leaked out, which Ginger promptly licked off. She cleaned off her mane and face with her hooves until she had as much as possible in her mouth. With an 'Aaaaah!' she opened wide to show how much she'd collected on her tongue; certainly, it was a copious amount that caused her to puff out her cheeks.

Satisfied and grinned wide Sandbar scooped her up off the floor and set her on his lap. His member was rapidly shrinking, but still wedged between them as he pulled her close, hooves groping her pert little rump, and he dove in for a kiss.

Their lips met and the teenage stallion wasted little time in sinking his tongue into her mouth to meet hers. Eager for a taste of his own seed from her mouth, he smooshed their noses together and reached out with his tongue...

...Just as Ginger Snap finished hurriedly swallowing it all down. She kissed him back for a few moments, wrapping her tongue around his until his visible disappointment caused them to pull away from each other.

"S-sorry!" Ginger pouted sheepishly. "I just couldn't resist! It tastes so good!"

"C'mon!" Sandbar sat back and gave a roll of his eyes. "I really wanted to try that, you rascal!" Still, he ruffled her mane, showing that she wasn't all bad. She seemed to appreciate that and leaned into his hoof.

Placing her on the sofa next to where he'd been sitting, Sandbar rose to his hooves and stretched his back. On the coffee table, he fished out a couple of bits from a pouch and gave them to her.

"There you go. Ten bits, as requested. I better get back to class before somepony misses me. Good luck selling your cookies!"

Ginger Snap smiled and collected her bits. Hopefully, her next customers would be as generous as he was.

Bucked in an alley (Pickle Barrel, Stallion on Colt)

"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.

Home Alone (Scootaloo, Thunderlane)

"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.

Christmas with the Family (Raspberry Dazzle)

"C'mere, sweetie, give your Uncle a big hug!" Raspberry Dazzle was swiftly pulled into a hug and nearly crushed. "My, that dress looks mighty pretty on you."

"Thanks! Papa bought it for me!" Raspberry offered a wide smile and twirled in front of him in a flourish, her festive Hearth's Warming outfit with frills and bows swaying through the air. It did little to cover her rump with its short length, and her tail flicked through the air almost as if to spite her. Her uncle's eyes followed her as she moved. She felt his hungry stare pierce through her, giving her a shiver. She could see the want and the lust in his eyes, knew what it meant, and despite the ponies all around them--family from all over Equestria come to spend the holidays--he would get what he wanted. Raspberry gulped as she met his eyes, knowing what he craved.

"Do you like my bow?" She turned around and lifted her tail, exposing her little slit at such an angle only he could see, tilting the bow at the base of her tail to one side. Her Uncle's eyes bore through her and stared in awe. She shifted, almost uncomfortable at being looked at in such a way, though by now she was used to it.

"I do. It's wonderful," the stallion replied, reaching out to stroke through it. His hoof sifted through the fine hairs of her tail, grasped it, and pulled. She let out a squeak, certain someone had seen, but the room was so filled with ponies eating dinner, drunk on cider, or happily chatting away that they went unnoticed.

"Do you think you could help me with my dress? These buttons keep coming undone, and they're so hard to fix..." She took a step forward, letting her tail fall back over her rump, looking over her shoulder to see if he would follow. He had already risen from his seat, awkwardly trying to hide the erection that bobbed under himself.

Away from the crowd of ponies and the thrum of chatter, Raspberry led him to her room up the stairs, all decorated in pink and purple's like her fur, with a large, comfy-looking bed. With her cousins visiting, they would be sleeping here with her tonight, and that had left her room crowded with sleeping bags on the floor and various bits of luggage and saddlebags they had to step over to get to the bed.

Her Uncle had followed directly behind her, his hot breath washing over her flank as he kept close. By the time he walked into the room, she was already half on the bed, tail swaying back and forth.

"Now you little Minx..." he groaned, "enough of your teasing." He advanced on her just as she had clambered up onto the bed. His muzzle pushed aside her skirt and was between her thighs in an instant, lapping and exploring her young canal. A shiver ran up Raspberry's spine as she started to feel tingly and warm all over, her hooves squirming and pressing into the soft covers of her bed.

Her little tush was supple and plush, plenty of give for him to squeeze onto as he spread her hindquarters out and slipped his tongue between her tight little slit. Squirming under his grasp, it was all she could do but to moan and thrash around, kicking her hooves.

"Eeek! Uncle! Oh gosh! Oh!" His tongue darted around her little slit, and pushed against her little clit. "-Eeeek!"

He pulled away unceremoniously. He was on top of her before she knew it, hooves at her sides, pushing her into her covers. A pillow brought to her mouth to silence her as he tugged at her tail firmly enough to raise her rump up for him. She felt his hot, throbbing member between her legs, prodding at her filly slit and desperately needing her warm embrace.

As he grunted and bit down on her tail she felt a piercing heat in her fillyhood that rapidly turned into a stretched-out and full feeling that overwhelmed her. Suddenly he was inside, forcing himself deeper, stretching her beyond imagination. As he pounded into her rear she realized they'd left the door wide open, light from the hallway spewing inside. She tried to call out, to let him know of his mistake, but instead, he pushed her head down and drove deeper, his thrusts finding a rhythm to their relentless battering of her fillyhood.

His thighs started to slap against hers loudly, but still, she could make no sound. Sweat dripped down her neck and under her pretty dress. She was sure his own sweat and their collective love fluids would surely ruin the lovely frills on her skirt. He echoed a moan above her as he widened his stance, and suddenly the slaps picked up speed and intensity.

Her vision went black as her head was fully pushed into the bed and he started to ravage her like an animal. Again and again, battering her insides with his throbbing cock. She clenched and tugged on his flesh in a vain attempt to keep him inside, to feel that amazing fullness forever, but he was unstoppable.

Raspberry Dazzle felt her insides churn, her tummy growing hot, her whole body overtaken by a tingling sensation she knew all too well. She bucked back, earning a moan from above, rearing her head back to gasp for air.

"U-uncle! Cumming!" She moaned out into the air. His pace picked up and he gripped her barrel with a forehoof to pin her down as he started humping with abandon. her whole body started to squeeze and convulse as she clenched and started to squirt sticky filly juices all over him and her bed and she started to moan into the air-

A creak came from the hallway and the open door, indicating somepony was close by. Her Uncle didn't hear, battering at Raspberry's filly pussy again and again until at last, letting out a low moan, he unleashed a torrent of hot virile stallion seed right into her womb, collapsing over her. To the occupant of the doorway, her stretched and gaping fillyhood was on full display, dripping seed down her legs.

"Daddy?" came a new voice from the hallway, a small colt--her cousin--in complete shock.

This was gonna be an interesting Christmas after all.

Makeout Session (Luftkrieg)

“Hey, Luftie!” Ilse trotted through the bedroom door and skipped over to the bed where her best friend was reading a book. She clambered up the side, her hooves kicking against the mattress a few times before she found purchase and hoisted herself up. Luftkrieg put a bookmark in and set her book aside, wearing a big grin.

“Hey! I didn’t think you’d get here so early. How’d you get in?” She blinked a couple of times, mildly confused, but mostly just happy her friend was here.

“The upstairs hallway window was open.” Both fillies giggled and snickered at that. A good pegasus always knew to check for upstairs windows, “Are your parents back yet?”

Luftkrieg sat up, her eyes glancing at the closed door as if to make sure it had retained that state and shook her head simply. She drew closer to her pillows, sitting up. Ilse, getting the hint, wiggled over until she was close and in immediate proximity. Luftie’s hooves wrapped around her back, curling toward her rump and tugged her even closer.

Their muzzles were inches apart and they gazed into each other’s eyes softly. Neither wanted to make the first move, simply enjoying each other’s warm breath and wonder-filled eyes. Ilse offered a few rubs of her muzzle against Luftie’s, warm nose against warm nose.

Luftie finally broke the stare by pressing her lips forward first, letting them graze delicately along Ilse’s. The other filly pressed back, her eyes drifted closed, and their muzzles smooshed together, noses pressed up to one another, as they shared a simple, affectionate kiss.

Luftie’s hoof roamed along her best friend’s backside, kneading and squeezing her little filly flanks. The kiss broke, only to reconnect instantaneously, muzzle’s darting back against one another in a single wet ‘smooch’. Ilse groaned and melted into her.

Suddenly tongues darted forth, running along and wrapping around each other, sharing in saliva, mixing fluids in each other’s mouths. The filly’s played a little game with each other, darting back and forth into each other’s mouths, one after the other, seeing who could keep it there the longest. Ilse always won, but was that just because Luftie let her?

The kiss broke with a trickle of saliva between them and both were left panting.

“Gosh, I really love kissin’ you, Luftie.” Ilse moaned, a shiver running up her spine. Luftie trailed a hoof up and down, feeling around her flanks and thighs.

“I know,” She retorted, grinning wide. “Wanna kiss a little longer, then go do something outside?”

The other filly hesitated and shook her head.

“Nah. Let’s kiss forever.” She started to lean forward, letting her lips touch against Luftie’s. The other filly pressed her snout down and kissed her once, before pulling away, leaving her neck outstretched.

“You’re right. I like your idea.” She brought a forehoof up to Ilse’s head and toyed with her ears while she leaned down to kiss her again and again, peppering her cute little faces with kisses. She laid back against her pillows and pulled the other filly on top, making them a mess of intermingled fur and hair, snouts that were constantly entwined and merged. Tongues flailed about, smacking and coiling around each other.

The air was filled with the sound of lips smacking. Ilse’s head tilted to the side, their hooves rubbing along each other’s bodies. Shivers ran through Luftie’s spine as she embraced all the good feelings the kisses brought her.

Eventually, though, the fillies tired out as they always did, falling into a little cuddle pile draped around each other, muzzle-to-muzzle, sharing tired little smooches every now and then. One would get daring enough to recontinue where they’d left off and slip her tongue into the other’s mouth and they would start all over again, touching and feeling and kissing everywhere, but they would tire out all the same.

“Hey Luftkrieg, have you seen my-” Kyrie, one of Luftkrieg’s doting mothers, burst through the door without knocking. Eyes widened at the sight, she inched back, shaking her head.

“I’ll just... give you two some time,” and then added, “please return my vibrator when you’re done. And clean.”

Hot Summer Day (Amber Locks, Casual Sex)

"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.

Mother's Day Gift (Lemon Crumble, Anal)

"So I do this and you'll help me pay for that present for my Momma, right?" Lemon Crumble rose to her hind hooves, plopping her forelegs down on the counter. The shop owner, an old stallion who'd run the jewellery store for years, had just finished turning the store sign to 'closed', before returning to the back room.

"That's right, little one. Hooves up like that." He reached into a drawer in his desk, pulling out a little bottle of liquid. "We're just gonna get you nice and prepped up so it doesn't hurt your pretty little bum. Raise your tail for me now." He looked over his shoulder to check that she was complying. "...Perfect. Such a wonderful little rear."

The filly giggled as she waved her rump back and forth, letting the older stallion appreciate her youthful behind as he slowly approached. She felt his hoof grope her rear, trailing up her thighs, and unceremoniously touch her slit, sliding his hoof up and down her crevice. She shivered and bit her lip as he toyed with her short, tomboyish mane.

"Since you're so cute and got such a boyish look, I figured we'd do you the way colts do it." The air was filled with the sound of squirting, and a cool, slippery liquid was drizzled onto her exposed tailhole. He gripped her tail, hoisting her up onto the tips of her hooves. She squeaked in response as her rump raised up predictably.

"H-hey! Not so rough!"

"Shhh," he whispered soothing words as his hoof worked the slimy liquid around her hole, making her shiver. He squirted it out again, this time lathering it between his legs--had his thingy always been so big and bobbing all about? Lemon bit her lip as she felt him shift his weight toward her, leaning against the counter she was propped up on, one hoof on her back pinning her in place.

"So what was it again you wanted for yer Mama?" He muttered, making small talk as he lined up his rock-hard stallionhood against her tiny plothole.

"The pretty necklace in the front window. The one with the hearts!" She gasped as he leaned forward. She felt his weight shifting into her, the counter above creaking. His cock pushed against her hole, threatening to pop in at any moment. He applied pressure, pushed and pushed, until finally-

-he was inside of her suddenly, pushed several inches in, descending into the depths of her agonizingly hot and tight ass that squeezed him like a vice grip. Tighter and tighter as she clenched and squeaked in surprise.

"Oh! Oh, it's so much bigger than I thought..."

He groaned and the counter creaked again as he pushed further, another couple of inches descending into her bottom. She breathed through her nose, clenching her teeth.

"Deep breaths. Just relax." He stroked her mane, trying to get her to loosen up. "C'mon now, girly..."

"Gosh, you're...you're really inside my butt!" She took a shaky breath and loosened up a little. Enough for him to push himself in up to the medial ring, bobbing against her tight sphincter. "-AHH!"

Unceremoniously and without prompt, he hooked a hoof around her barrel and started to find a quick pace of humping her rear. His member pulled in and out of her, tugging at her walls as it plunged back and forth in her sensitive anal walls. His balls swayed back and forth, slapping against his rump as he pushed harder and harder. Lemon felt like she was about to pop, but held as still as she could, one of her forehooves gripping onto his for comfort.

He picked up the pace, moaning at how wonderfully tight she was, whispering into her ear sweet words of encouragement and lust. Panting and moaning filled the air, punctuated only by the creaking of the counter and the slapping of hips. He pushed himself past his medial ring in a burst of speed that she hadn't expected, only suddenly realizing the thickness inside of her and how much deeper he was. He was nearly bottoming out now.

'Slap slap slap slap' Went his hips as he pounded her tight little filly rear, pushing her into the counter and meeting her tiny rump with his hips. Her tummy bulged out, and he could feel his member poking at the counter underneath through her fleshy walls and skin.

Thrusting again and again, he pinned her down, picking up speed to rut her like a proper mare.

"Nnnng. Already slutting yourself out for family presents." He grabbed her ear and tugged, "You'll be a slutty little thing yet."

"Unnng... b-but..." She started to protest, but a hoof between her legs, rubbing at her clit, gave her pause for thought. Suddenly her whole body was tingly, the overwhelming sensation of cock in her rear amplifying his hoof rubbing her cunny. She arched her back as his thrusts became shallow and sporadic. His balls curled against himself as he leaned back and unloaded deep into her gut, painting her insides white with cum.

His thrusts slowed to a halt as more and more cum drizzled out of her rump and dripped onto her pussy, and his hoof kept rubbing as quickly as he could. The tightness in her ass, the attention to her sensitive clit, the cum oozing out of her, it was all too much. Her vision went white and she curled up into a ball, squealing as a quick, short orgasm wracked her body all at once. She keeled over in a heap when it was all over, panting for breath.

The stallion pulled out of her and wiped himself with a napkin.

"Okay girly, come pick out the one you want. But this is yer only freebie. Next time you'll be working harder for it." He gave her a wink. "Now clean yourself up, I'm expecting company."