Author's Note

012 “Wind Sprint” Pegasus, Filly.

Bio: Taken from a Buckball sporting event where she was swapped out during a backstage meet and greet with the team. She has developed a high tolerance for pain, and doesn't respond emotionally to her situations.

Many clients enjoy trying to get a reaction from her, viewing it as a challenge.

-Bratty
-Vagina and anus recommended for larger stallions.
-Highly experienced
-Very obedient
-Emotionally detached

012 - Wind Sprint

You lift your head up from the filly’s wet snatch and a little trail of your saliva follows from it, keeping the two of you connected for just a moment longer before it breaks. Taking your eyes from her glistening pussy, you look up to her face and notice she’s not looking at you, in fact she seems to be just staring at herself in the mirror on the wall.

“Are you done?” She asks with a flat expressionless voice.

“Oh, I’ve just gotten started. Just warming you up for my big huge cock!” You say with an air of confidence.

Lining up the head of your cock to her pussy, you push it into her, enjoying the warmth from her very snug cunny. She exhales slowly, looks up at you and then returns to looking into the mirror. You continue to push into her, all the way down till you hit her limit. You pull out slowly and then start to thrust in again, hitting the entrance to her womb. You keep this up, going as hard as you please, but you notice that she’s not reacting to any of this.

In your head you pictured this filly moaning in pain, crying under you, gritting her teeth, or even moaning, cooing out in pleasure, all while ashamed of the slut she’d been made to be. However here she was, lying flat on the bed, emotionless, hardly even making a noise, just looking into the mirror.

“Geez girl, are you so traumatized that you can’t even moan for me?” You ask, half mocking, half concerned about how broken this pegasus is.

She rolled her eyes and then looked up at you.

“Sorry, would you prefer this?" She then starting to speak in a mocking tone. "Ouch. Stop it. Please don’t. You’re too big! It's breaking my no-no place.” The sarcasm was dripping from her voice. This little foal was clearly not taking you seriously.

“You little slut,” You growled angrily and started to thrust harder into her, trying to reassert dominance. “Are you mocking me?”

“Oh no, I’d never do that.” She mumbled under her breath.

“Fucking little…” You pull out of her mid-thrust. This wasn’t working for you, and was even kind of a turn off.

“Are you done?” She asks again in her flat emotionless tone.

“You know they’ll probably put you on punishment detail if you keep acting like a brat, right?!”

“You get what you pay for. You’re foal fucking degenerate that's got me for one hour. I’m not resisting, I'm not taking things too slow, and I'm not trying to stop you. Besides, there’s nothing that says I have to fake that you're too big for me, for you to get off.” You almost heard a little satisfaction in her voice. You couldn't believe it. She thought you had a small... How big was she used to?

“So that’s your game is it? Fine then. Lie on your back with your head over the edge of the bed.” You demand. She sighs and then does as she’s told. Even holding her mouth open, knowing exactly what you plan on doing. “I was tired of listening to you talk anyway!”

You walk back over to the bed and rub your scrotum across her face, dipping your balls into her mouth, demanding she lick them. The feeling of her small tongue running around your balls was wonderful and you were finally getting hard again. You then pull yourself back and aim your cock at her open maw. With little hesitation, you thrust into her throat which causes the filly to buck and squirm under you for a moment before she tries to regain her composure and calm herself.

“Oh, did you not like that?” Smirking, you pull out again all the way and then immediately push yourself back in during her exhale. The filly makes a loud choking noise before you were blocking her windpipe completely with your balls resting over her face. “Ahh, that’s so much better. This is what your mouth was made for.”

And with that, you begin humping her throat, each time bottoming out and causing the filly to make uncontrollable noises. Your balls slapping into her face, you notice that she’s now struggling, fighting for air. Deciding that it’ll be better to not get in trouble, you pull out her throat and start jerking off in front of her face. The filly rolls over and starts coughing and heaving, sucking air back into her lungs. Grabbing her mane, you lift her to her knees and push your cock back into her mouth. Not as deep as before, but constantly thrusting against the back of her throat. She’s struggling again as you keep the pressure up.

“Almost there, you slut. Bend over!” You throw her off your cock, back onto the bed and roll her onto her stomach while she tries to catch her breath. You then lift her rump up to your waist and plunge your dick hard into her pussy again, riding her like a dog in heat. You pull on her mane hard to make her cry out in pain and continue to pump into her until you finally cum, filling the filly’s womb with your hot spunk. If she was a little older, she’d definitely have been made pregnant from that. But you’re sure there’s counter measures in place for that too.

You dump her to the thin mattress and then stumble backwards, cum was oozing from her pussy and staining her bed sheets. She continued to breath hard, not moving beyond her pants of exhaustion, trying to catch her breath. You turned away from her like a discarded cum sock and then headed for the door, positive your time was just about up.

“Are… y-you done?” She asks, still face down and not moving. You felt infuriated by this and left slamming the door closed behind you. You saw somepony in a suit walking the hall, they looked important. “Hey, you work here? That pegasus brat, zero-one-two, needs to learn her place.”

The white stallion nodded. “We understand, Sir. Don’t worry. We’ll make sure that she’s… properly taken care of.”