Terms of Service

You rip the door back open. “Say whatsit?”

She smirks up at you. “You heard me. But it’ll cost you a year subscription, I’ll even throw in a free month and make it thirteen.”

She took a step into your door. “Just.”

Another step and she’s halfway in. “Like.”

She’s inside now and she slams the door shut and locks it as she says the last word. “Me.”

You gulp as sweat drips down the back of your neck. You stare down at her for a moment not quite sure how to respond before she walks past you into your apartment, you turn around eyes tracking her movement. She calls back to you over her shoulder, “Are you just going to stand there staring at me?”

Right, this is your house and you are not going to be intimidated by a foal a quarter of your size. You follow her into the living room while she jumps up onto your couch. You follow suit and sit in the recliner next to it. The filly looks at you with a bemused smirk and a raised eyebrow before clearing her throat. “Well I guess we should get the formalities out of the way.”

Her horn lights up a soft white and a contract poofs into existence. It’s thick. It’s very thick. She levitates it to you and drops it into your lap. “What’s this?”

“The contract for the paper, don’t worry it doesn't say anything about about our deal.” She winks at you and giggles a bit before falling backwards onto her back and stretching out. Her back bending up as she kicks her hooves out in different directions; her eyes screwed shut while she lets out a small moan that probably sounded more sexual to you then it was. Her tail is pulled up between her legs blocking the indecent glance you cast there. When your eyes come back to her face she’s staring at you through one half open eyelid. She smiles and flicks her tail out of the way, completely exposing her body to you. Your mouth dries out and you quickly open the drawer in the nightstand next to you and fish out a pen. You flip to the last page and scribble your name on it. She perks up at that and sitting up her horn lights up one more time. The contract duplicates and one copy disappears. “Now that that’s out of the way why don’t you get out of those clothes big boy?”

Doubts flash through your mind once more, you could still turn back. While lost in thought contemplating the pros and cons of this potential decision the little pony had crawled off the couch and is now sitting in between your legs on the floor. A nuzzle to your inner thigh sends your train of thought of a cliff along with your conscience and all of his next of kin. Once again you’re just staring at the little thing while she grows a little more emboldened by your stare and nuzzles your little man through your jeans. You reach down and place your hand on the side of her head and she nuzzles into it in return. A quick flash of her horn and your pants and boxer briefs; the underwear choice of discerning filly fuckers, are neatly folded on the coffee table.

Free of your clothing she looks up at you cutely before nuzzling into your bare dick, her eyes locked on yours. “You smell nice.”

A little taken aback you choke out a reply. “Thanks, I actually just bought it. It’s hard to find stuff that doesn't smell like flowers.”

“Not your body wash dummy.” She pushes her nose under your pride and joy and takes a deep breath through her nose. She lets it out with a small shiver, her breath tickling your baby factories. She opens her eyes again and finishes her statement with a look far to sultry for her age, “your musk.”

Your cock is draped over her muzzle and as it gets harder she closes one of her eyes as it covers it. After another breath you feel her tongue lathe across your sack and you tense up abit. The licks start coming one after another as your erection grows. She gingerly sucks your balls into her mouth, her tongue dancing over one orb then the next before she lets it fall from her mouth covered in saliva.

“Filly got your tongue?” She asks before booping your crown her nose. Her horn glows again and you feel a warm sensation start to fondle your sack as she tilts her head and licks at the underside of your head. You start to rub her cheek as she places little kisses and licks along your dick. When she pulls the head into her mouth with a wet slurp you gasp out loud and grab a small handful of her mane. She smiles up at you with her mouthful and very slowly starts to bob her head over your first couple inches. You lean back in your recliner and let out a shuddering breath as the filly picks up the pace, and then you feel her push forward. You slip into her throat and seize up on reflex pressing your thighs to either side of her head.

She forces your legs back open with her magic and takes you even further into her muzzle with a gag before pulling off, craddling your cockhead on her tongue while panting a bit. She licks some precum off thats dribbling down your head before taking a few inches back in her mouth. Pressing your manhood between the roof of her mouth and her tongue she starts to suck hard, bobbing her head back and forth a short distance at furious pace while her magic kneads your balls with abandon. You grab another handful of her mane with your free hand and start to squirm, bucking into her mouth on reflex.

Her mouth opens a bit and you take that as an invitation to start thrusting into her open maw while pulling her down by her mane. As your phallus starts slipping in and out of her throat you feel and hear her let out small mewling moans, the vibrations furthering along your encroaching release. She paws at your leg as you pull her down and up on your cock, fucking her esophagus like a toy.

Amid your rough and thorough thrusting she slips and falls backwards, you follow her onto the ground as you feel your peak coming. Your movements get more fervent and erratic as you sloppily fuck her saliva drench muzzle. Her forehooves partially wrapped around your hips while shes gags and sucks breathes through her nose. You start to climax as you pant heavily, your head sitting snugly in her mouth as she once again bathes your tip in licks and slurps. A rope of thick cum splattering across her tongue and coating the back of her throat. She coaxes a few more rounds out of you as she swallows and grinds her tongue on your head. You fall back slipping out of her mouth as the last shot splatters on her face, painting a line from her mouth up and over her eye to her mane. You slide off trying to catch your breath as she breathes hotly and licks what she can reach off her muzzle. She climbs onto your chest as her magic collects the rest of the mess and deposits it into her open mouth. A couple shwish and lip smacks and she makes a show of swallowing it all. Looking down at you with a smile she nuzzles your neck before leaning back and popping another contact into existence. “How about round two?”

You greedily grab it and snatch the pen off the floor to sign it. With a pleased semi smirk she poofs the contract away and hops off you, wandering down the hall to your bedroom. “Come on Anon, I have to be back to the office in a few hours.”

You prop yourself up and watch her walk away her tail hiked up and giving you a show as she sashays around the corner “How do you know my name?”

“How many big hairless two-leggers are walking around Manehattan that you know?”

You shrug and get up to follow her.