Like Mare, Like Filly

“Celeste,” Spruce said. “Could you pop your feet up in the stirrups? Do you want your skirt on or off?”

“On,” Celeste said, sliding down to the end of the table. With practiced ease, she kicked off her heels and used the stirrups to lift her ass, skimming her panties down over her hooves and off.

Spruce smiled appreciatively. “You look like you’ve done that before.”

Celeste blushed. “It saves on medical if you can pay in kind.”

“Smart woman.” He winked at Rose. “Listen to your Mom, Rose. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t need to spend a penny from now on, especially not in the human world.”

Rose frowned uncertainly.

Not to worry, she’d learn. She was going to get plenty of practice. Spruce led her to the end of the examination table and showed her how to adjust the stirrups, and together they cranked her mom’s legs wide apart.

“Do you want to lie back, or watch?” he asked Celeste.

“I usually just lie back and enjoy at the gyno-vet,” she said. “But I probably should watch this time.”

Spruce raised the other end of the table into a back rest. “Better?”

“Mm-hmm.” Celeste wriggled in her seat—Spruce would’ve bet her breasts couldn’t jiggle, but it’s a bet he’d have lost. She saw him looking and smiled. “That feels great. Thank you.”

“Now,” he said, returning to the other end and stepping between Celeste’s open legs. “Let’s see what we’re working with here.” He took the hem of her skirt, and after getting a nod of consent, he lifted it and laid it back on her flat tummy.

“Oh,” he gulped. “Wow.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” Celeste said. “I had it done when I was younger.”

“It’s…” Spruce touched her cunt—her completely smooth cunt. “It’s wonderful.” There weren’t even any follicles. Celeste was as flawless as any pre-teen filly. If they gave Barbie dolls cunts, they’d look like hers.

“The laser removal takes a few treatments,” she said. “But everyone seems to enjoy the results. Rose doesn’t have any hair down there yet, but we’ll get her done as soon as she needs it.”

“Mo-o-om. Do I have to?”

“You should.” Spruce gave Rose a sober look. “This is excellent work.”

“Mine was only wispy fuzz to begin with,” Celeste said, touching herself, stroking her own flawless lips. “Even at eighteen, a lot of men thought I was younger. They say it’s better if you get it done before the hair grows in properly.”

Spruce could hardly believe he was looking at an adult anthro woman, let alone a mother. This kind of thing was getting common—smooth, pre-teen pony-pussy was in vogue, and it wasn’t just human men who liked the feel. Nobody could have predicted the wild swing in public sentiment that followed the discovery of Equestria. Pedophilia was still reviled in both worlds, and rightly so—pony fillies under twelve were foals, after all. Spruce was a bit more avant garde—he drew the line at eight, maybe few years younger if the filly had a stent—but that magical moment when pony-puberty took hold, the golden year of perfect, budding breasts and a bare, doll-like vulva was something every man craved whether he admitted it or not. It didn’t matter that it came in pony form. In many ways, it was more exciting—just having one standing in front of you on all-fours was a sexual position. The thrill of peeking beneath a glossy, colorful tail and finding that beckoning crease, like a ripe peach, scarcely a hint of an opening between smooth, soft labia—no man could sink his cock into a hairless pre-teen pony without acknowledging he’d known her at the breathy peak of her desirability.

“Truly, truly excellent results,” Spruce said. He’d never expected to meet a grown woman or mare with such a lovely cunt. “You’re very lucky.”

“If you want”—Celeste raised a querying eyebrow—“you can…you know…”

Spruce smiled. “Just take it off the application fee, right?”

Celeste shrugged coyly. Her nipples were dark pink chips of granite.

It was a tempting offer but looking after Rose was his top priority. Just in case, he palmed a Viagra from his jacket pocket and swallowed it dry. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we Rose?”

Rose nodded eagerly, still viewing everything in this brave new world through excited My Little Pony eyes.

Spruce touched Celeste at her center. That was all it took—that and the strain of her parted thighs. Her inner labia peeled slowly open to reveal her shiny pink clit mounted above a slick, heart-shaped entrance the size of a button.

“How you ever got a foal out of there is an eternal mystery,” Spruce muttered.

“Shh,” Celeste giggled. “Don’t tell anyone, but I might have gotten a little work done.”

Here was a woman who’d had some serious good fortune in the cosmetic surgery game. She was beyond perfect. Spruce’s dick hurt just to look. He stroked a finger down her slit, spreading her welling nectar and making everything in there glisten seductively.

Celeste flexed and closed her pussy over his fingertip.

Spruce took a slow breath, his balls lifting and tightening. “Nice trick.”

Rose had her front hooves up on the examination table and was staring intently into her mom’s silky purse. “That doesn’t look like a bottom.”

Spruce suppressed a laugh. “It sure doesn’t, sweetie,” he said. “Do you want to touch it?”

Rose nodded, her mane bouncing double-time.

“Start down here.” Spruce showed her where, sliding his own middle finger into Celeste’s tight box, working his bony knuckle in and out past the narrowest point behind the opening.

Rose copied, as best she was able without fingers, gliding the tip of one hoof through her mom’s slit with a tentative, nervous touch. “It’s slippery.”

“That’s what happens when you’re excited,” Celeste said.

Rose licked her lips, obviously framing her next question. “Will mine do that?”

“It might take a little practice,” Spruce said. He sat down and pulled his office chair up between Celeste’s legs, patting Rose’s flank. “Hop up between my legs, sweetheart. We can get a closer look at Mom together.”

Rose allowed him to lift her up, sweetly compliant, and he stood her with hind legs straddling his lap and front hooves on the table between her mother’s splayed thighs.

“Let’s scoot in a little closer.” He held her slender pony-hips as he pulled the chair closer, and she clopped back over his lap till she was perched right above his dick. “That’s better. Are you still looking after Mommy? Why don’t you ask what she likes?”

Rose looked back over her shoulder and then at Celeste. Her wide-eyed expression was too easy to read. Are you serious?

“Use your fetlock, Rosebud.” Celeste held up her own hoof with the wrist bent, showing how to best employ that bony protuberance. “Like th—” Celeste arched and closed her eyes. “Mmm.” She rocked her pussy into her daughter’s caress. “A bit harder…yes-s-s-s.”

Spruce closed his arms around Rose’s flanks and found her breasts again, his touch rougher than before, less mindful. He pinched her nipple and made her whinny.

Rose mauled her mom’s cunt slow and firm, quickly discovering how the lips spread and opened. She pressed over the opening, rubbing, kneading, rhythmically massaging Celeste’s weeping hole.

Her mother encouraged her with tender sighs and gasps, rewarding the touches that brought her closer to what was perhaps un unexpected climax.

From behind, Spruce stroked down past Rose’s tummy and laid his fingers over the velvet pad of her young cunt. At twelve, her breasts and womb were still those of a foal, but her hormones knew differently—they ran her body on raw instinct, and they wanted—no, they demanded, the touch of stallion. Helpless to resist, Rose swayed her back, pushing her young pussy down and back, unconsciously giving herself to be mounted from behind.

Spruce stroked her glossy pink and purple tail, making it twitch skittishly beneath his touch, but never quite enough to expose to object of his desire. That would come, though, and Spruce wouldn’t need to teach her. A filly learned to lift her tail the same way she learned to shoo flies with it—it was an as-needs thing. Offering her pretty pussy to men would soon be all too familiar to young Rose.

“See this spot here?” He tickled Celeste’s clit, causing her to gasp and pump her hips.

“Uh-huh?”

Spruce put his lips close to Rose’s ear, making it flick. “Lean forward and give her a kiss.”

Rose turned her head, questioning, and her tail did in fact lift a fraction higher. She was almost ready. His dick ached to finish this. “Go on,” he whispered. “You’ll like it. Mom will, too.”

Rose seemed to mentally steel herself. She leaned forward, stretching the long muscles in her hind legs and enhancing the already perfect proportions of her sleek, pre-teen pony ass.

“That’s right. Kiss it.”

So tentatively, she placed a small, chaste kiss on Celeste’s love button.

Oh, Rosebud!” Celeste’s breath came in a shudder.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Rose said, quickly standing back up. “I didn’t mean—”

“Again,” Celeste growled, her voice tainted with lust. “Eat me.”

Roseluck kissed her again, letting her lips linger this time, perhaps tasting her mother’s raw essence.

“That’s it,” Celeste said, breasts aquiver, her breath coming in gasps. She wound her fingers into Rose’s mane. “Use your tongue, Rosebud. Make Mommy come.”

Rose locked her lips onto her mom’s clit and sucked like a newborn foal on the teat. Celeste lost her shit, crying out, kicking at the stirrups and bucking into her daughter’s face.

Spruce’s cock yearned for her. He freed it with one hand and stroked himself beneath Rose’s swishing tail, touching it to the dampened crevice of her cunt. God, she was wet for him.

Rose seemed to have discovered a hidden talent for pussy, alternating between nosing and eating her mom’s cunt, licking her clit with her long pony tongue.

Spruce lifted his hips and, guiding Rose, rubbed her succulent pussy over his swollen shaft, feeling her heat, bathing in her wetness. He lost the will to wait and peeked beneath her tail. There wasn’t much to see, just her slender pony ass and a pair of plump, pale lips nuzzling his cock, her juices drizzling down his shaft and coating his balls in her fresh young scent.

He pulled a condom from his pocket, letting Celeste see the shiny foil pack, but after rolling it down his cock, he tore the tip with his fingernails, just enough to slip his knob though—friction would do the rest. He’d have all of this sweet, virginal filly, or he’d have none at all. And if she trotted away with a creamy gift warming her insides, well, Spruce was a professional—he’d give her a do-over at no extra charge.

He angled her forward and burrowed the tip into her tight groove, feeling around for the softening that announced her virgin opening. She was so petite—his cock was like a stallion’s, rudely spreading her tiny slit. He could hardly imagine how he’d ever get it inside. “That’s right, sweetie,” he said, finally slotting into her entrance and guiding her flanks, searching for just the right weight and angle that would open her up. “Work it.”

Perhaps Rose misunderstood, because she attacked Celeste’s cunt with renewed zeal, snorting and blowing like an excited mare, her own noises of breathless lust mingling with her mother’s, and the pair of them rising in volume until Celeste’s moans took on a frantic note.

“Rose! Honey! Stop!” Her strained voice became a croak. “I’m going to…I can’t…”

Rose ignored her and buried her long pony-tongue in Celeste’s tight box, eating out her mother with great, lustful bites.

“Ye-e-e-e-e-s!” Celeste came on Spruce’s examination table. Uncontrollably. Her legs shook with spastic glee and the tendons in her groin stood out like suspension bridge cables. Her cunt bucked madly beneath Rose’s searching tongue, spasm after spasm wracking her body, slowly unwinding until finally she had to pull Rose’s lips from her incandescent slit.

Roseluck straightened, slipping free of Spruce’s dick with a wet slurp, her innocence still intact. “Mom? Are you okay?” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hoof.

“I’m wonderful, Rosebud,” she sighed. “You were wonderful.”

Sighing, Spruce slipped the condom off and wrangled his straining dick back into his trousers, trying not to groan. “Did you like that, Rose?”

Rose turned and perched sideways on his knee, once again draping her tail modestly across her weeping pussy. She smiled shyly and nodded, braces flashing.

“Do you want to have a try on the table? Like Mom?”

Rose licked her lips and touched absently between her legs. If only she knew how close she’d come to having a dick in there. She looked from Spruce to her mother, eyelashes batting nineteen to the dozen. “Will you do it, Mom?”

“Some fillies like a man to do it,” Spruce said, nodding encouragingly. “It’s the whiskers.” He stroked the stubble beneath his bottom lip. “They say it feels nice.”

Rose looked hopefully at her mother. “Mom? Can I?”

“If Mr. Spruce doesn’t mind. Not all men like the taste.”

“I like it,” Rose said, licking her lips again. “It tastes like…fun!” She reddened and lowered her eyes. “That sounds silly.”

“Not at all, Rose,” Spruce said. “Mom and I know exactly what you mean. And she’s right, lots of men don’t like it, but I can show you a trick if you like, so they’ll do it even if they don’t want to.”