“Come on, Rosebud,” Celeste said, stroking Rose’s mermaid mane. “Let’s go to the bedroom and Mr. Spruce can finish off your certification.”

Spruce caught her eye. “Actually, she’s perfect just the way she is. He fisted his cock, touching the tip between her hind legs and milking pre-cum into her slit.

“Sweetheart?”

“Mmmm?” Roseluck’s voice was drunk and sleepy. Her eyes fluttered and then closed again.

Celeste spoke softly. “Do you want Mr. Spruce to do you bent over the counter? It’ll be just like Mommy back in his office.”

Spruce didn’t care. He wanted her now. “Rose, reach back for me, sweetie, and spread your cheeks.”

Rose did as he asked, tail held high, forelegs straight back, the tips of her hooves planted in her thigh-gap, spreading herself down there and peeling open her puffy lips. It exposed her clit and the closed eye of her entrance. A fresh trickle of juice leaked out and ran down her thigh.

Spruce lined up his dick, the crown bulging twice the size of Rose’s tiny hole. He slotted it between her lips and found the soft, yielding depression of her vestibule. Rose gave a little moan, wriggling her rump to help him get it seated. Jesus Christ, Spruce was falling in love. This tiny, equine angel just wanted him inside her. With all the lovely, pre-teen fillies he’d fucked, he didn’t think he’d ever encountered one this hot—this hungry for cock. He lifted her braided forelock and ran it through his fingers.

“Are you ready, Queen Elsa?” Spruce asked. Rose lay with her head to the side, and he could see the smile curling at her lips. The blond Disney Princess was exactly who she was channeling when she braided her mane. “Do you know the words to the song?”

A bigger smile, this time.

Celeste rolled her eyes. “Oh, brother. Here we go.”

“Hey Google,” Roseluck giggled. “Play Let It Go.”

Google was every bit as ready to please as Spruce was. In a trice, it had queued up the warm mezzo-soprano snow queen, ably accompanied by Rose’s sweet child-soprano.

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen

Spruce pushed, slowly stretching her untrained hole to take his big cockhead, watching her tiny lips spread under the mounting pressure. On the second bar of the song, her entrance yielded; the blind eye peeped open and Spruce eased his thick tool inside.

Rose kept singing, a crack in her voice the only concession to the slab of meat now splitting her young, hairless peach.

A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen

Spruce moved his cock in and out. Two, three inches at most, pulling back and letting Rose’s elastic opening almost squeeze him out, and then pushing back inside, stretching her all over again, as if for the first time. She was smooth as silk, warm as melted butter—wet and tight beyond his wildest imagining. Sweet pussy-musk glistened off his shaft and trickled down to his balls.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried

With the rising tempo of the song, Spruce ventured deeper, sinking nearly half his dick in the gorgeous twelve-year-old pony. Rose grew short of breath, panting out her lines.

Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be

“Yes. Good girl,” Spruce breathed, gripping her narrow hips, fucking her a little faster, a little harder. He found her depth, filling her utterly with barely half his manhood, however this time her cervix was a spongy pad beneath his cockhead, softened and dilated with the hormones she’d been taking.

Rose’s voice dropped, either sensing what was coming next, or perhaps forewarned by Celeste.

Conceal, don't feel
don't let them know

Spruce nuzzled his cock against the gateway to her womb—

Well, now they know

—probing, shifting his angle, finally finding the opening. Pressing, stretching her most intimate hole.

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore

Suddenly, the resistance was gone, and Spruce sank deep into heavenly, silken warmth. He gazed down, disbelieving, as inch after inch of rearing meat disappeared into her tiny, straining cunt hole.

Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door

How? Jesus Christ, he held her tiny rump in his hands, for fuck’s sake. She was a Barbie doll—a pixie. She wasn’t big enough to take so much dick.

I don't care
what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on

And then, incredibly, he was there. Balls-deep in a twelve-year-old filly, her little hole convulsing around his thick root, squeezing, milking pre-cum down his length and into her hot womb.

Roseluck, what a gorgeous, filly-fancier’s delight. Slim and lovely, tail raised like a flag, bent over the counter and taken from behind. Like a trooper, she gasped out the last line of the chorus.

The cold never bothered me anyway

Celeste stroked her hair. “Rosebud, are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How does it feel?”

“Full,” Rose whispered. She wriggled her ass, unsuccessfully, for the most part, because her hindquarters were skewered all the way to the bellybutton. “I can’t move, Mommy.”

“You don’t need to, sweetheart. Just hold on tight to the counter and let Mr. Spruce fuck you.”

“Mommy!”

Celeste laughed. “What? It’s not a swear word when you’re doing it.”

Rose reached back again, spreading her cheeks, easing the strain on her overstuffed holes, for the plug was still in her ass. “It feels so naughty.”

“Saying fuck?”

Rose shook her head. She whispered to Celeste, “Mr. Spruce put something in my ass. When I squeeze, it feels like I’m going to come again.”

“Do you want to switch it back on?” Spruce offered. He’d been listening patiently, welcoming the opportunity to settle the turmoil in his balls. “Just touch the end.”

Rose looked up hopefully. “Mommy?”

“Of course you can, Rosebud. You do what feels nice.”

Rose stole a shy glance back at Spruce, a big grin lighting up her young features. She reached between her ass cheeks and touched the base of the plug—“Mmmm”—bringing it to life on Slow, with a low, buzzing vibration. Everything down there was so tight, so packed full with flesh and latex, it set Rose’s insides aquiver, massaging Spruce’s cock as if from her magical cunt itself.

“Rose, are you ready?” Spruce certainly was. It was time to complete her preparation—the serious business, the reason Celeste had brought her into Everfree. Yes, Sex Prep was about learning to let men fondle her tits and touch her pussy. For some fillies, that was as far as it went. For the ones who wanted to go professional, though, they needed to be certified by a professional. As part of his service, Spruce would let them suck his cock, he’d come in their mouth or on their face, and he’d use his tongue to show them how to achieve orgasm, but those were only extras. They qualified the girls for nothing. His primary service was making sure their tight, twelve-year-old pony cunts could take a cock. He was paid, in other words, to teach little fillies how to spread their legs and take a long, vigorous fucking.

It was why Rose’s certificate was still in his bag, unsigned. Because it wasn’t enough to let a man put his thing inside you—she’d done that in the clinic. Now she had to bend over and take it all like a grown mare. Willingly, and under adult supervision, she had to let a man invade her little fuck-hole and pound her till he came.

“Rose?” Celeste said, stroking her cheek. “If you’re not ready, sweetheart, you don’t have to.”

Rose reached back and touched the toy up to Medium. Gripping the counter with both hooves, she looked over her shoulder and offered Spruce a determined face. “No, I’m ready.”

Celeste sighed. “That’s my girl.”

Spruce stroked his hands around her flanks fingered the budding nubs that were her breasts. “You’re going to be fine, Rose,” he said. “But if you want me to stop, you just say.”

Roseluck nodded.

Squeezing her tits, Spruce eased his cock out of her womb and then slowly fucked her there, stretching and desensitizing that delicate gateway with his slick knob. He’d insert the stent later, a permanent collar to hold her cervix open, but for now he’d train her on his cock, taking her young womb over and over until it was supple and open.

Lovely, hot, pre-teen cunt enveloped his cock, sucking, distending, clinging to his shaft with every stroke. He went deep again, burying the entire eight inches and making Rose moan. “Squeeze me, sweetie,” he said, screwing it in tight.

Rose arched, trying to find her secret muscles. Spruce pumped his dick, making it swell, and the next time she arched, her womb contracted and clamped down on his cock, wringing pre-cum from his burning knob.

“That’s perfect, Rose. Good girl.” He leaned into his work now, rising up on his toes and using his weight to plow Rose hard, slapping her ass with his pubis and mashing her into the counter.

Rose neighed. “Ugh! Ugh! Yes! Yes!” Spruce pinched her nipples and made her whinny. She flopped like a landed fish, writhing on his cock, squirming and trembling and squeezing his shaft.

Celeste pried her hooves from the counter and handed them to Spruce. “Level-2?” she mouthed, signaling to Spruce she wanted Rose Light-Bondage certified.

Spruce twisted them behind her back, holding both fetlocks in one hand and riding her like a cowboy. Hard and fast, he got down low and fucked upwards into her cunt, drilling her, lifting her onto the points of her hind-hooves with powerful blows that rang out in the kitchen.

Rose climaxed again. Her hooves came off the step and she floundered on the counter, held in place by Spruce’s restraining hand on her back and his fat cock skewering her tiny pussy. Wailing, clenching her thighs, she trembled through two separate peaks before he released her forelegs and instead grabbed her hips.

His swollen cockhead passed effortlessly now from her clinging vagina to deep in her womb. Harder and harder, with long, full thrusts, he punished her tight cunt and slapped his big, swinging balls into her mound.

Not much longer. By any measure, Roseluck had passed levels 1 and 2. She was pre-teen royalty—a sweet little snow-queen filly, ripe for any man’s plucking…if the price was right. For Spruce, of course, the price was free. Roseluck had spread her legs and sucked his cock, all for the privilege of becoming a fantasy, twelve-year-old fuck-slut for cashed-up humans who couldn’t or wouldn’t molest their own daughters.

Spruce grabbed one leg and lifted it high, scissoring his crotch into Rose’s, driving his fat dick so deep, he could feel her supple cunt lips lapping at his swollen balls. He fingered the toy in her ass, taking it up to Max, it’s buzzing intensity ringing out in the kitchen like an angry beehive, even over the sound of Rose’s plaintive wails, begging him to “Come! Please, come!”

It was all the permission Spruce’s balls needed. A tickle down low in his sack became a tingle, and in a few pounding strokes—whap-whap-whap—it became an undeniable pressure, the point of no return. The snowball started rolling, picking up speed, building in size. His cock burned, every inch lovingly caressed by Rose’s succulent, warm insides.

He strained against the release, desperately building up his load, wanting Rose to feel him explode in her core.

Ten more strokes! If he could last ten more strokes…

Nine-eight-seven-six…They came so fast, and yet the sweet heat and pressure threatening to burst his balls made it seem a lifetime.

Three-two-one…And he released. His vision went grey and his eyes rolled back. Pressure flooded from his balls into his cock. For one heartbeat, two, there was nothing, then…

Bliss.

Thick, hot gouts of cum exploded from his cock, in an instant painting Rose’s innards white and flooding her womb. Long, burning ropes burst forth inside her, seeding her tiny cunt for the first time. He raised her leg high and scissoring up from underneath, somehow squeezed his dick deeper, lifting her by the pussy till her supporting leg kicked uselessly over the step. Four spurts of rich, creamy jizz. Five, six, injected straight into her hungry core. Even when he thought he was done, his cock kept spasming, draining his balls dry, and a few last lazy wads of spunk seeped from his cockhead and deposited deep in Rose’s flooded purse.

Rose was gasping. “Off. Turn it off.”

Spruce thumbed the ass-toy off but left it inside her. He wasn’t done yet. He’d use it on her again, maybe diddle her beneath the table during supper and tease her to a reluctant orgasm. Or, if he was lucky, she’d take it out and let him fuck her in the ass.

So many possibilities.

Spruce slid his softening cock slowly free. He helped Rose regain her balance and step down to the floor on wobbly legs. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

Roseluck nodded, looking down between her hind legs where a thick rope of cum hung from her hairless seam. Celeste offered a box of Kleenex. Spruce plucked a few and kneeled behind Rose, wiping carefully around and between her pussy lips while she held her tail high.

“Rose,” he said, looking up and smiling. “Pass my bag, will you?”

Rose put her forelegs up on the table and handed the bag down. Spruce fetched a soft, leather strap-on harness and snapped a thick, eight-inch dildo into the internal mount.

“This’ll keep your cervix open,” he said, working the fat, latex cock into her hole. He fucked it slowly back and forth, found her cervical opening, and slid the entire shaft inside. “Hold this for me,” he requested, cupping the leather harness to her lips.

Rose held it in while he buckled up the straps. “What’s this thing on the front?” she asked, indicating the ring and loosened straps for attaching an external dildo.

Rather than explaining, Spruce showed her, picking out a studded, purple cock which he snapped into the mount.

“Oh!” Rose exclaimed, waggling her new cock waggling up and down. “Wow. What’s it for?”

Celeste came around from the kitchen, smiling broadly. “Sit down on that chair, Rosebud, and I’ll show you.”

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