Like Mare, Like Filly

Spruce couldn’t wait any longer. He rose and stood between her legs, his cockhead resting heavily on her smooth mound. “Shut your eyes, honey, I’ve got a big surprise for you.”

Celeste squeezed her fetlock. “This is what we talked about, Rosebud. You ready to become a big girl?”

Rose stared wide-eyed down at Spruce’s cock.

He rode it slowly forward, dancing across her tummy until his balls nuzzled her silky lips. A bead of pre-cum dripped into her navel making it glisten like her clinging virgin hole. Spruce closed his eyes, imagining himself balls-deep inside her. He’d be so far up there she’d be able to taste him. He pressed against her open lips, relishing the slick heat warming the root of his long cock.

Celeste smoothed back Rose’s forelock. “Sweetie?”

“Mommy, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

“He won’t stick it all in, Rosebud.” She looked up. “Will you Mr. Spruce?”

“Fillies her age don’t usually—”

“Not today,” Celeste said, jumping back in before Spruce could finish.

Interesting. Spruce wondered whether Celeste was considering a stent. He glided the underside of his cock through her slit a few more times, getting himself nice and slick for her. Rose was so wet and ready, he wasn’t going to need any lube at all.

Celeste reached down and covered Rose’s pussy with her own hoof. “Aren’t you…you know, forgetting something?”

Condom. “Shit…I mean, yeah, sorry.” Spruce grabbed a fresh rubber from the drawer and rolled it on. Damn, he must be wound up to have forgotten that. He mourned the missed opportunity to fuck Rose earlier when he’d torn the end of the condom; he wouldn’t get a chance this time with Celeste watching so closely.

He dragged his sheathed dick one last time across her clit, making her shudder, and then slid the tip down and into her juicy cleft, probing around for the soft depression that marked her entrance. When he found it, his knob settled deeper, pushing out her plump young lips.

Celeste squeezed her front leg. “Ready for your first big dick, Rosebud?”

Rose scarcely had time to nod. Young fillies got the jitters easily, and Spruce found it rarely paid to make them wait. He flexed his cock and pushed manfully into her willing little hole, tearing her hymen as quickly and gently as he knew how, and eliciting only a single shallow whinny.

Spruce’s heart almost stopped. “Oh! Fuck!” Roseluck was beyond tight. She was a velvet glove, clamped in a vice, sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He’d gotten barely two inches inside her before the wet, clenching pressure was too much to push past.

She was snorting and blowing, open mouthed, staring down at Spruce’s thick tool splitting her pussy.

Celeste stroked her forelock. “Look at you, sweetie, with your first big dick inside you.” She kissed Rose’s cheek. “Mommy’s so proud.”

Rose stole a glance at her, returning quickly to the gorgeous sight of her freshly popped juice-box. There was only a little blood trickling down between her legs, which she wouldn’t be able to see from her angle. She licked her lips and caught Spruce’s eye. “Is that it?”

Spruce smiled and shook his head. “We’re not done yet, Rose.”

Celeste stroked her fingers over Rose’s hairless mound, touching her pussy lips and feeling for herself how tight her filly’s young cunt was stretched. “I think you’re ready for a little more, Rosebud. Mr. Spruce’s gonna be really gentle; he’ll do it nice and slow until he’s ready to finish, won’t you, Mr. Spruce?”

“You bet.” Spruce smoothed his hands over Rose’s flat tummy and gripped her round the hips, delighting in her slim pony curves. In the next year or so, her hips would flare and her waist would tighten, and even with a perfectly hairless pussy, she’d lose some of her uniquely pre-teen equine allure. “Nice and gentle,” he said, pulling the tip of his dick back through her clinging lips. He danced his cockhead around her opening again, spreading her own copious juices. Slower this time, he pressed inwards, watching his thick, purple cockhead open her up, wider, wider, until with an almost audible pop and a gasp from them both, he slipped inside again.

She felt hotter this time. Wetter too, if that were possible. Rose whinnied quietly. Spruce could tell she was going to be one of those fillies who loved the sensation of being entered—having a dick play around in her opening and the tight channel right behind it. He gave her what she craved, just his cockhead, rocking in and out, stretching and penetrating her tiny cunt, getting her hotter and wetter. Every few strokes, he gave a deeper thrust, just an inch, and such was the heat, each time he thought she’d melt through the rubber.

Rose watched, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, while over and over his enormous cockhead disappeared inside her.

“That looks fun, Rosebud.” Celeste said, rolling Rose’s nipple between her fingers. “I think I should have gotten Mr. Spruce to fuck me, instead.”

Rose shook her head, not taking her eyes off the spectacle below. Get your own dick, Mom, that look said. She swallowed heavily and shifted her rump, edging from side to side. “I think I’m gonna come again, Mommy.”

“You go ahead,” Celeste reassured her. “I think Mr. Spruce likes it when you come.”

Spruce kept fucking the wet rim of her pussy. “See if you can squeeze me, Rose.”

Rose frowned. “Squeeze you?”

Celeste closed her fingers around Spruce’s cock and stroked the ridge behind Rose’s cunt. “Back here. Use your secret muscles.”

Rose arched her pelvis, and Spruce felt her pussy clench—just enough to squeeze his cock out. He caught Celeste’s eye and nodded.

“Well done, sweetie,” Celeste said. “Ask Mr. Spruce if he likes it.”

Spruce was back inside, and Rose squeezed his dick out again. “Do you like that?” she asked.

Spruce nodded. “Keep practicing. Guys love girls who can do that.”

Rose grinned proudly, taking over the thrusting and rocking her groin, pushing herself onto his cockhead and then squeezing it out again. Soon she began puffing heavy breaths out through flared nostrils. Picking up the pace, she added more whinnies and snorts to the playlist.

“Are you about to about to come, Sweetie?” Spruce asked, readying himself to drill her when she tipped over the edge.

“Uh-huh.” Her voice had a note of urgency and tears were welling in her eyes.

“You’re doing great, Rose,” he said, rubbing her clit. “Get yourself off. Remember, guys will look after themselves.”

It was all Rose needed. With a rising neigh, she peaked and tripped into an arching, shuddering climax. Goosebumps pricked her breasts and her forelock tumbled down over her pretty face.

Celeste kissed her forehead. “Don’t stop, Rosebud. Ride it out.”

Fucking a twelve-year-old to climax was a rare treat. Doing it for one as hot as Rose, so young and tight—hell, she didn’t even have breasts a few months ago—that was almost unheard of. It didn’t matter that Spruce had come in her mouth only a few minutes earlier, he was already about to blow his load again in her cunt.

He gripped her around the waist and pushed slowly in though her small, convulsing entrance. The tightness was exquisite. She was so wet; there was no friction, only unimaginable pressure and pleasure. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, easing the fattest part of his cock into her pleasure center. It was almost too much to—

—when he was suddenly blocked.

Or at least, his cock was blocked. With just two and a half inches of dick in her, Rose was full. Spruce closed his eyes and silently swore. He hadn’t quite realized how big he’d built this moment up in his mind. A pre-teen pony being too small or too tight was almost an oxymoron.

“What’s wrong?” Celeste had sensed something. Her face was flushed. Nostrils flared and eyes wide, she was anticipating watching her filly get her first proper fucking—probably reliving her own first time.

Spruce took a slow breath and probed gently into Rose again, and again he came up against that hard barrier. “Her cervix is too low.”

“My what?” Rose had come down from her climax and was again watching her own swollen and impaled pussy with interest.

“Sorry, Rose,” Spruce said, reluctantly pulling his dick free and stripping off the condom. “Seems you’re not quite ready after all.”

Rose’s face fell. Three orgasms in the last fifteen minutes and still she was keen for more. It was a cruel twist not to be able to give it to her.

“It’s your womb, Rosebud,” Celeste said, patting her foreleg, “where you’ll make a foal when you grow up. Yours is in the way.”

Rose’s brows knitted. “Does that mean I can’t ever—?”

“No, no,” Celeste and Spruce answered in a chorus. Spruce continued, “It’ll probably lift when you get your first period. That’s only six or nine months away. A year, tops.”

Tears were forming in Rose’s eyes. “Mommy, no. I told Fluttershy—”

“Shhh, sweetie.” Celeste gave Spruce a look. “A low cervix isn’t always a bad thing, is it Mr. Spruce? With the right”d—she paused meaningfully—“treatment, lots of human men even prefer it, isn’t that right?”

Spruce’s heartrate suddenly spiked. Good God, she was really going to do it. “Strictly speaking,” he said, choosing his words carefully, “there are treatments, but they’re not FDA approved for fillies. Our little sickbay here can only prescribe them for mares.” He and Celeste shared a knowing look.

“Mares,” she said. “Like me, for instance.”

“Exactly.” Spruce released the ratchets on the footrests and tore open the Velcro around Rose’s hind legs. “You can get down if you like, Rose,” he said, still looking at Celeste. “I think we’re done, unless your Mom has some other condition she wants treatment for?”

“Actually.” Celeste pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I’ve been having this problem with my…”

“Painful sex?”

“Um, yes? And no,” Celeste said, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “You know, it might be easier if I show you. And since you’re already”—she eyed his bulging erection—“ready…”

“I do have a little time,” Spruce said, nodding. “Hop down, Rose.” He took her under the forelegs and helped her down to the floor. “Mom and I are gonna finish up quickly. You might even like to watch.” He patted the seat of the examination bench for Celeste.

“Would it be okay over here?” Celeste laid the backrest down flat and climbed onto the little wooden step. She leaned forward over the bench, proffering her ass and smiling coquettishly at Spruce.

She was a doggie fan. A shame, in a way; Spruce was looking forward to seeing her gorgeous pussy again, even though memory and cool logic dictated it was a far cry from the succulent little peach tucked between Rose’s legs.

“Happy to oblige,” Spruce said, grabbing a fresh condom.

“You won’t need that.” Celeste winked at him. “Latex allergy.”

Bareback. Nice. Celeste had this payment-in-kind act down to a fine art. “As you wish,” he said, moving in behind her and lifting her little cheerleader skirt onto her hips.

She lifted her tail, exposing her exquisite rump.

Jesus Christ. Screw the view of her pussy; her ass was even cuter. Small, tight, and high, and not even a hint of cellulite, despite—what was it, one or two kids? The blond pig-tails, the perky A-cup tits peeking out beneath her cheerleader’s crop-top—from behind, Celeste had the near-perfect body of a college girl, which wasn’t too old for Spruce. Not by a long shot. He got more than a few anthro freshmen coming in at eighteen and they balled every bit as well as middle-school ponies. Better, sometimes, because they often came in without their parents and he could do them bareback.

“Rose,” he said, cocking Celeste’s left leg in air with one hand. “Could you help put my cock inside your mom?”

Rose quickly skittered beneath the bench and took Spruce’s cock in hand, and together they conspired to guide the tip between Celeste’s wet cunt lips.

Spruce lowered her leg, letting her stand tail-raised and thighs-together again. “Keep them tight,” he said, cupping one ass check in his palm.

Celeste squeezed her thighs, flexing, squirming his swollen knob around in her entrance.

Spruce held her by the hips and pushed a little way in, testing to see how wet she was. ‘Plenty’ was the answer. And tight to go along with it. Not as tight as Rose, but tighter than other women her age. More than tight enough to sustain that mental image he had of a hot college freshman.

He felt Rose moving around down there.

“Oh, Rosebud,” Celeste groaned. “Yes.”

Rose was sucking her mom’s clit, again. Spruce shook his head in wonder. Here was a little filly set to make a lot of money in the next two or three years. Between the stent, her natural twelve-year-old curiosity, and an insatiable lust for cock, Roseluck was going to become a very popular feature at Camp Everfree.

Spruce pushed slowly into Celeste’s cunt, opening her up like a long-awaited gift. She took it all with a low moan, using her cunt muscles to massage the root of his cock with a practiced squeeze. Cupping her tits beneath the crop-top, he set about fucking her long and slow, tip to root, feeding her all eight inches with every stroke.

“Mommy?” A voice of wonder from under the bench. “Does it hurt?”

Celeste rocked back hard onto Spruce’s cock. “Play with my clit, baby.” Then after a moment, “Mmm,” and, “Ask Mr. Spruce if he wants you to lick his balls.”

Rose didn’t bother asking. He felt hooves on his thighs and then the warm delight of a wet little tongue laving his balls.

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned under his breath. He was already on the edge from being inside Rose only a moment earlier, and between Celeste’s preternaturally tight snatch and Rose’s angelic lips sucking and nibbling at his ball sac, he was almost ready to blow.

He fucked Celeste harder, banging her from behind, slapping her tight ass with his groin. Rose couldn’t keep up down below and went back to tonguing Celeste’s clit. Long and hard, wham, wham, wham, Spruce pounded her cunt, building the friction up to a furnace heat.

“Yes! God, yes!” Celeste went down, flopping over the examination couch on her stomach, arms and tiny breasts dangling over the opposite edge, but she held her legs together, squeezing Spruce’s cock tight. “I’m coming.”

Spruce pinned her to the table with both hands. With Celeste’s legs quivering, ass writhing, he drove into her, straining and twisting at the end of each stroke, spreading her ass cheeks to get himself deeper. Right at the dizzy limit, the very tip of his reach, he felt the nub of her cervix, soft and high, right at the peak of her fertility. That was it for Spruce. He let go. Pressed up against the gateway to her womb, he came inside her. Rose chose that moment to cup and squeeze his balls in the crook of her fetlock, and after the long build-up from mother and daughter alike, it felt like he emptied the contents into Celeste in a single stream, jetting long hot ropes of fresh spunk directly into her fertile core.

He held there, deep inside, his cock still jerking and spasming while Rose again licked her mother’s slick musk from his balls.

Celeste propped back up on her elbows on the bench, panting, rolling her ass and stirring his seed in her depths. “Mmm,” she sighed. “I’d forgotten how good that feels.”

Spruce was still hard. The Viagra had really taken effect. He could probably do her again and plunge out that hot load of cum until it ran down her legs, but there was still business to transact. He pulled his dick slowly free, and Celeste’s surgically enhanced pussy squeezed closed to a coin-sized slit without spilling a drop.

The girls cleaned up with Kleenex from Spruce’s desk while he fished a drug sample from the sickbay cabinet. He handed it to Celeste when she’d finished buttoning up her blouse. “One a day,” he said, holding onto it and waiting before he released it into her grasp. “Any more than that”—he made sure he had her eye—“like, two for instance, and the cervix softens too much and opens.”

“Understood.” Celeste stuffed her cheerleader’s outfit back in her bag and tucked the pills into her purse.

“I’d like to monitor Rose,” Spruce said. “You know, just to make sure she’s fit and healthy.”

“I’ll be needing a followup after a few days on these pills,” Celeste said, patting her purse. “Do you make house calls?”

Spruce smiled. “Not usually…”

Celeste stroked the flank of her gorgeous, pint-sized filly. “But you’ll make an exception.”