Chapters Smol-tober Smol Fic: An Anthology
Author's Note
Day 1: Pumpkin
“Toola, get over here, Filly!” Coconut Cream shouted exuberantly as she hopped up on top of a hay bale in the middle of a thick patch of pumpkins. Leafy-green vines surrounded her, wrapping and twisting all around the ground in front of her. From them, varying hues of Pumpkins from earthy green to vibrant orange and pale yellow were scattered around; some of them small and barely-grown, others massive, easily dwarfing the size of a filly.
“What is it?” Toola Roola separated from the rest of their class with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. As Miss Cherilee ushered the remaining students along their tour of the Sweet Apple Acres pumpkin patch, the filly raised onto her haunches and plopped her hooves on the white post of a fence. “Find something cool?”
“Totally cool.” Coconut gave her a wry smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come over here!”
Toola Roola hoisted herself up onto the fencepost, hind legs struggling to find purchase. Hooves clopped against the dilapidated wood before she anchored herself and pushed, clambering over the top and falling over the other side, collapsing in a heap next to a particularly large pumpkin with an ‘Oof!’ She collected herself, stood up, and dusted off with a start.
“Coco? What’s up?” she trotted a few steps forward until she was right next to the brash-looking Coconut, still eyeing her with that devious grin.
“I just had the BEST idea ever, in the history of best ideas!”
“You did?” Toola blinked, struggling how this had to do with their field trip surrounding pumpkins. At the very least it had to be better than boring old pumpkins. Coconut Cream leaned closer as if about to tell her some super-secret, and just when Toola’s anticipation and curiosity had reached its peak, Coconut reached forward and caught Toola’s ear in her teeth and tugged at it.
“E-eek!” Toola yelped and tried to carefully pull away. Her cheeks immediately burned a deep red from blushing, her tail snapping down between her legs. “C-Coco…”
Coconut released her ear with an even bigger grin, batting her eyelashes as if she’d done nothing wrong.
“So about that idea…” Coconut Cream whispered, being careful the class was already far away, no one was around, and the pair was long-forgotten by the careless teacher.
“Yeah?” Toola rubbed her ear.
“Wanna do something naughty?”
“Wha-” Toola, nearly speechless, rubbed the back of her hoof and took her turn to look up and down the patch. “O-oh. Now?”
Coconut Cream nodded, squirming on her pumpkin as if her body were pining for any amount of contact or friction she could get.
“Okay. Yeah. Fine.” Toola took a deep breath. “Let’s do it!”
In an instant Coconut had grabbed her friend’s hoof and swept her up, dragging her through the maze of vines and pumpkins. A little way down the patch there were several exceptionally large pumpkins, large enough that a couple promiscuous fillies would be hard to spot huddled behind.
The pair crouched down, hiding just out of sight, pressed up to the rough sides of the biggest pumpkin out of a handful bunched up together.
Coconut Cream had taken on a sultry pose, sauntering about with a few seductive flicks of her tail. At first, Toola imagined that Coconut might plant herself in her lap or lean in for a kiss, but instead, the filly waltzed over to a more average pumpkin, widened her legs until she was straddling the large orange plant, and lowered her tight little filly rear upon it.
Toola Roola watched with equal parts surprise and fascination as her friend plopped her rear down and ground hard up against the long, thick stem that jutted out at the top of the pumpkin, having previously been cut from its vine and pruned. Toola’s eyes widened when Coconut, having planted a hoof in front of her to anchor and brace herself, started lowering herself onto the stem. It poked at her small, puffy folds and abruptly slipped between them.
It had an immediate effect on poor Coconut, who had to cover her mouth with her one free hoof to keep from calling out as her poor filly cunny clenched down hard and seemed to ripple around the rough, thick texture of the stem.
Despite her hoof covering her mouth, she let out a squeal; she had slipped the rest of the way down the pumpkin, her tush making an impact with a little bounce. Her eyes looked about to roll back in her head before she clenched her eyes firmly shut, another squeal stuck in her throat.
Toola watched with mute fascination, a hoof drifting down her stomach to the naughty place between her legs. It grazed across her slit, touching around her plump fillyhood. She squeezed and ground her hoof up and against herself, spreading her folds and revealing the wet, pink flesh underneath. Already aroused from the sight, her hoof became damp and sticky, a tingling sensation bubbling up from deep inside.
Coconut Cream readjusted herself with trembling hooves, planting her forehooves onto the surface of the pumpkin in front of her. With the new leverage, she lifted her rump, pulling back on the stem, and slammed back down in a flash. Her back arched and her hind legs shook. She bit her lip and tried to swallow back her moan, but without her hoof stuffed in her mouth, she couldn’t keep it shut.
“Ahhhhng! T-toola! G-gosh!”
Seeing her best friend already in the throes of an intense sensation, Toola doubled down with her hoof. Her tiny nub winked and her folds glistened with juices. She attacked it, rubbing her hoof on the sensitive button with a desperate want. The sensation was intense and immediately rewarding. She practically slumped back against the orange wall behind her, panting slowly.
“C-coco. Unng.”
By now Coconut Cream’s rump was moving in a flurry of humping and grinding, the thick stem, once dry as a bone, now wet and glistening as it slipped in and out of her quivering pussy. All attempts for discretion abandoned, her tongue hung loosely out of her open maw as she moaned readily and willingly.
“B-buck. Oh gosh. This feels a-amazing, Toola.”
“H-haah. I bet. You’re so hot, filly!” Toola Roola was rubbing herself raw, her hoof nearly sore as it buzzed back and forth against her throbbing fillyhood.
“Nnng. Not as hot as you.” Coconut shut her eyes as her body started to reach its peak. “Oh...OHH!” Suddenly her rump moved as if with a mind of its own, slamming down and grinding back and forth. Humping and moaning, she suddenly spasmed, little squirts of filly juices leaking out and splattering all over the top of the thoroughly-molested pumpkin.
So emboldened by watching her friend, and satisfied with the sight of seeing her pleasure, Toola found her climax soon after, her clit throbbing against rubbing hoof, hind legs clenching around it despite herself. She soaked her hoof in seconds while she writhed around, eyes rolling back.
Falling back into a heap and coming down from her high, Toola Roola laid down and closed her eyes as her post-climax bliss began to take over, and newfound fatigue set in. She barely registered the other filly in front of her or heard the sounds of the garden around them.
“Wow…” Toola muttered, a contented smile on her face.
Coconut Cream had keeled over on the pumpkin with the stem still inside. Her fillyhood had stopped clenching tight and quivering, her inner walls finally relaxing. She caught her breath and waited for her heart to finally settle before starting to sit upright. The motion caused another clench of her vaginal walls from deep within, and she exhaled sharply.
Hoofsteps suddenly caught her attention from behind, closer than she’d expect them to be. She likely hadn’t heard them before because she’d been so loud in the throes of orgasm.
A large red stallion stepped into view before she could say anything, or pry herself off. She found herself uncharacteristically speechless, struggling to find an explanation for the predicament they found themselves in. He must have been there to scold them, right?
The stallion looked between the two fillies. The silence that hung between them was so sudden that Toola Roola opened her eyes. She gasped quietly and abruptly sat up, looking around fearfully.
Instead, he put a hoof to his mouth as if to motion a silent hush. He sat on his haunches and rose, planting a sturdy hoof on the enormous pumpkin just beside Coconut Cream and the pumpkin she was planted on.
Toola Roola peered out from behind the stallion to see what was going on, making brief eye contact with the equally-surprised Coconut, but before either of them could speak an enormous and heavy member flopped right in front of Coconut Cream’s face.
“Get suckin’,” he said, “An’ don’t let me keep you from what you were doin'.”
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Author's Note
Day 2: Cider
“Go ahead, drink up, Peachy!” Sunny Daze took her mug, newly filled to the brim, and gulped back huge mouthfuls of the fruity, bitter stuff. Her head swirled and she set it down before any more spilled onto the floor.
“I’m tryin’, Sunny, but I just can’t keep up like you! You’re a whole ‘nother cup ahead of me!” Peachy Pie took a decidedly smaller sip of hers and delicately held the cold drink in her lap. She grimaced, reminded for the umpteenth time of the overwhelming taste of bitter apples.
“I know, you gotta keep up!” Sunny wobbled a bit on her chair as she reached back for her mug, nearly toppling over as she lurched forward and took hold of it. Righting herself, she took the mug in both forehooves, tilted it back, and drank greedily with huge gulps.
“Sunny!” Peachy sipped again, her eyes still wide. “You’re drunk. If Mom comes back and--”
“Re-laaaaaax, everything ish--hick-- gonna be okay. Mom won’t be back for hooooours.” Sunny giggled and shrugged her shoulders as she finished her mug and slammed it down with more force than she’d probably meant to. It bounced off the table and flipped onto its side, rolling away haphazardly, but Sunny either didn’t mind or didn’t care.
“I know, I’m just paranoid. Maybe you should take it easy…” Another sip and Peachy eyed her sister wearily.
“Maybe you should take it easy. You’re so...stuck up all the time!” Sunny started to climb out of her chair on uneasy hooves. She made it down to the floor and wobbled about, nearly careening head-first into the nearby table. She righted herself, hiccuped, and narrowed her gaze onto Peachy.
“I know how to make you unstuck, Peachy…” Sunny wiggled her flanks in a way that complemented the growing curves of her figure and youthful body. Peachy’s eyes widened as she finished one last sip and finally finished her first mug of their mother’s cider. Sunny had to have finished three by now.
“S-sunny? What are you talking about? Maybe you should go lie down. Do you want me to help you to bed?”
“No.” Sunny maintained her gaze and looked surprisingly sober as her gaze remained. She took a few steps forward, closing the distance until she was just in front of Peachy’s chair. They’d been sitting at the dining room table guzzling cider and chatting about school.
“Sunny? I--” Peachy started to sit up and pry herself out of her chair, but her focus was broken when Sunny Daze planted two hooves on the edge, one on Peachy’s leg, and rose onto her hind legs. They were at an equal level now, Sunny’s blue eyes meeting Peachy’s green ones.
Peachy struggled for something to say, trying to reassure herself that this was just Sunny being silly and drunk. She’d had too much Cider, and this wasn’t the first time, but something about the confidence in her face told her otherwise.
“Peachy...just hold still for a bit, okay? I wanna show you something really, really fun. You’re gonna love it, I promise.” Sunny grinned a wide, toothy grin, one that she normally reserved for when they were alone, cuddling in the same bed or just chatting as they’d been earlier.
“Um...okay, Sunny, but what is this about?” The filly suddenly felt very small, tucking her forelegs in against her body protectively. Her confusion must have been written all over her face because Sunny giggled. There was that hint of drunken silliness in there, and her breath smelled like cider.
“You’re cute when you’re confused, Peachy.” Sunny spoke quietly, even though no one else was at home to hear them.
Just when Peachy had opened her mouth to protest, Sunny’s muzzle had lowered down between Peachy’s legs, which had been tugged apart by Sunny’s hooves. That sly grin never left her face as she inched closer and closer, diving right in between Peachy’s legs.
Suddenly, a gasp left Peachy’s throat. Sunny had shoved her snout between her legs and up against her special, private place. Mom had told them never to let anyone touch them there, most of all, not a stranger. Sunny wasn’t a stranger though, she was her sister and best friend! So it was alright that she did it, right?
There wasn’t more time to weigh the options of the predicament she’d found herself in before Sunny’s touch rolled out of her mouth and slowly dragged itself up and down Peachy’s slit. She shivered, her whole body reacting instantly to a sensation entirely unfamiliar to her.
Sunny didn’t wait to hear a reaction. Her tongue rolled back into her mouth and considered the flavour for a precious few seconds before popping right back out and going back to licking up and down Sunny’s tiny slit surrounded by a pair of puffy outer lips. Her tongue darted around, tracing the soft lines around her outer labia; it poked inside, wiggling past her natural resistance and wormed around inside her tightly clenching tunnel.
By now Peachy’s hooves had moved to her muzzle to hold back the plethora of noises that were now leaving her throat. She panted through her nose, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as her heart pounded in her chest. What was happening to her? Why did she feel so funny all of a sudden? Was it the cider? Was she drunk, too? For some reason, none of that made any sense to her. From what Sunny had said, she must have known this would happen.
A tightness had started to form in Peachy’s tummy, a bubbling sensation that was rising inside her, causing her hooves to tingle and curl and her cheeks to blush harder than they ever had before. Her ears wiggled and flicked insistently and her legs instinctively started to close around Sunny’s head, but she tried not to close them so far as to suffocate her.
Emboldened by her sister’s obvious pleasure, Sunny doubled down on her ministrations, curling her tongue as she plunged it back and forth through Peachy’s opening. A tangy, sweet liquid had started to form, dripping off the quivering inner walls, and she lapped it up eagerly. It tasted just how she imagined her sister would taste, like sweet peach tea on a nice summer’s day.
Hooves falling from her face, Peachy leaned back and slumped more into the chair. She was like a melting puddle of stimulated filly, her body so desperate for more of that wonderful tingly feeling while her mind was still a cloudy puzzling mess. She lifted her rump a little to aid in leverage and Sunny took it as her cue to shove her snout right up to her filly hole.
Peachy trembled as her clit winked and throbbed, poking out of her fillyhood for the first time and throwing her off a cliff of overwhelming pleasure. Sunny caught it with her tongue and suckled on it, busily flicking her tongue back and forth and letting out a moan of her own.
Peachy threw her head back and squealed, fully clenching her hind hooves around her sister’s head, lifting her rump up and off the chair, and was fully rocked into her first orgasm ever. Filly juices squirted out and dosed Sunny’s muzzle and face in sweet, peachy nectar that she hungrily lapped up.
Peachy Pie collapsed in a heap as her body suddenly relaxed, like a knot uncoiling from an eons-long entanglement. It was like her whole world had been flipped upside down, spun around a hundred times, then set carefully on a comfy, fluffy pillow.
“Hehe, wow Peachy. You came lots!” Sunny had leaned back, licking her lips and wiping her muzzle with her hoof. “Mmn. And so tasty, too. Yum!”
“Huh...what? Whassat?” Peachy blinked, still in a daze of her mind’s fog.
“It was your special filly juices! I think Daisy called it cummies or something like that. Wasn’t it fun?”
Peachy shook her head as the fog cleared, making mental notes of how comfy she felt, how pleasant the buzz of the afterglow was, and how endeared to her sister she suddenly was.
“Yeah, Sunny. It was great. Can we go cuddle now?”
Sunny gave that familiar, loving grin.
“Of course!”
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Author's Note
Day 3: Leaves
Firelight picked up a rake in his magical telekinesis and began dragging the tool across the grass, picking up big clumps of orange, yellow and red. He moved them into a pile under a large oak tree, then repeated the process in big rows across the front yard.
A young Starlight adjusted her fuzzy scarf and flicked her little ears as the sound of crinkling old leaves filled them. The familiar smell of Autumn and decaying leaves filled her nostrils and she wrinkled her snout.
“You hear to watch, or are you gonna help?” Firelight stopped with a particularly big clump of leaves and cocked an eyebrow at his filly, who had drifted off into her little world, entranced by the pleasant sights and sounds.
“I’m gonna help, Daddy! Geeze!” She gave him a look and stuck out her tongue, before rushing forward with a smaller rake in her telekinesis. She was somewhat clumsy with the actual raking, but she could lift the tool and move it around fine. It wasn’t until she had any resistance or weight that things started to get challenging.
The pair set out across the yard, their pile of colour growing larger and larger until it was easily two or three times the size of Starlight. Firelight did most of the work, stopping only occasionally to magically help his daughter lift the small piles she was struggling with--though she didn’t know he’d done so.
The wind picked up and blew Starlight’s pigtails around just as she finished pushing in a little cluster of leaves she’d procured. Exhausted, she tossed her rake down with little care as to where it ended up. Her horn was sore from all that magic and now she had the beginnings of a headache.
Firelight came up behind her with a little laugh, reaching out to ruffle those pigtails and her ears. Her sour face almost immediately dissipated and she gazed up with a warm grin and a bubbly attitude.
“Hehe, are we all done, Daddy?” Her eyes shone with excitement.
“Sure are, kiddo! Didja wanna jump into the pile now?” He laughed, knowing full well she would. What kid wouldn’t? Right on cue, the filly nodded so fast her head might well have fallen off and she wiggled her little rump in anticipation. He gave a nod toward the pile and she took off like a rocket, rushing forward with a sudden burst of energy, leaping into the air like a loaded spring, and dove right in.
At first, it looked like she might disappear entirely beneath the mountain of leaves. As she plunged in, leaves were sent flying in every which direction and the ones she collided with made a satisfying crunch . Elated giggles filled the air as her senses were absorbed by the leafy embrace. Instead of being completely enveloped, she was covered nigh-entirely save for her rump, which stuck out behind her with a giddily waving tail.
“Having fun, honey?” Firelight stepped up behind her, his rake carefully leaned up against the side of the tree. All he received in return was another peal of giggles.
Standing behind her such as he was, he had a pretty good view of her posterior. Her brightly-coloured tail flicked back and forth and held nothing from his view. Her youthful curves had a bit of plumpness to her small tush and thighs, as any healthy and well-fed filly would, and it was nothing that would warrant concern. Beneath her tail, a tiny dock, her pert and clean little rump hole, and a cute filly snatch that caught his attention most.
His gaze was transfixed, locked on that precious, tight little hole that all fillies and mares had. Unlike the developed and sometimes engorged appearance of a fully-grown mare, hers was tight and small, set between her thighs and almost barely visible. Below that, a pair of tiny little nubs: her teats that hadn’t grown in.
Firelight licked his lips and took a step closer. He quickly looked up and down the yard and toward the neighbours, confirming what he’d already known: that they were alone. He clapped a hoof on her rear and leaned in close.
“Just stay still and try to be quiet, my darling princess. Daddy has an idea.” There came a muffled response and a little wiggle of her cute rump. His hoof drifted down and gave her a light, affectionate grope. Immediately getting the idea, Starlight flagged her tail and wiggled back once more.
“Okay, Daddy!” Her head had poked out from the other side, offering him a silly, excitable grin. She loved these kind of games, sometimes he wondered if she did more than he.
Without another word or hesitation, Firelight closed the distance and planted his muzzle right on her soft, cushiony rear. She gave a coo of satisfaction in response, and he flicked out his tongue. Unlike another filly or colt her age, or even most other stallions, Firelight’s tongue was experienced and his method well-practiced. He flicked the wide appendage across the surface of her fillyhood; once, twice, and then a third time to be sure. His tongue covered her entire organ.
While Starlight continued squirming and giving the occasional sigh, he went to work. His prodded with the tip of his tongue between her filly folds and parted them, seeking passage from her tight walls within. At first, he just remained at the very entrance, tracing around her hole, poking toward the middle, making circles around.
Starlight by now was a gasping, stuttering mess. She buried her face in her hooves, barely able to contain the sounds leaving her muzzle. Her back arched, hooves curled up and toward herself, and her ears were pinned back against her head.
“Ohhh! Daddy!” The filly moaned, pushing her rump back against his face. Firelight didn’t need more invitation than this, and thrust his tongue forth suddenly, pushing past her physical resistance and right into her clenching, quivering inner canals. The reaction on Starlight’s face was immediate, and she bucked back hard.
“Oof! Eek! D-daddy!” She cried out, grinding her rear back and forth, enjoying the sensation of tightness and being stretched from every angle by his enormous stallion tongue. Certainly no match for a real cock, but she was far from being ready for such a thing.
Instead of responding or offering words of encouragement, Firelight kept licking and lapping up his daughter’s delicious nectar. She was producing a lot of natural lubricants by now and he eagerly drank it up. He planted his lips on her cunny and began to make a slurping noise as he ate her out freely.
It was thankful that none of their neighbours were about, as they certainly would have heard, seen, and smelled what was going on just next door. Starlight was no longer hidden from sight, having writhed and wriggled around so much she was no longer buried by more than a single leaf. Her tail, easily visible amongst the contrasting colours of the leaves, was raised high and waving about while the stallion behind her had his muzzle so clearly buried in her flanks. All the while little Starlight moaned and grunted, struggling to find purchase with her forehooves on the ground or in the leaves to thrust herself back.
Her orgasm came quickly and mercifully so, for Firelight didn’t know how much longer they could stand to be outside doing such a thing. Her body erupted into a fit of pleasure and squirming, and she didn’t stop until she’d squirted nearly a dozen times, leaving the powerful smell of arousal all over the leaves. Days later, when he’d finally pick up the pile and dispose of them, Firelight would have to deal with a throbbing erection.
Finally finished squealing and screaming, Starlight splayed out on her bed of leaves and closed her eyes. Her tail finally relaxed, splayed across her rump, her thighs and fillyhood damp and coated. Firelight took his time cleaning her up, planting kisses around her rump and thighs, and licking her fur while she shivered quietly.
“I think we need to give you a bath now, sweetheart…” he whispered, a gentle hoof rubbing her back. “You’re all sweaty and smelly.”
“Mmph.” She groaned.
Firelight took that as his cue and scooped her up in his hooves, placed her on his back, and stepped into the house.
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Author's Note
Day 4: Comfy
Aquamarine pulled a fuzzy blanket up to her chin and squirmed her hooves to a more comfortable position. She reached for the warm cup of peppermint tea on the nightstand nearby and held it with both forehooves, cradling it in her lap and revelling in the pleasant radiating warmth.
The air outside was unpleasant. Little gusts that held a semblance of the bitter cold that would plague the land a few short months from now. It was mostly scarf weather, maybe boots on the odd chilly day. Autumn was a time of weather that often changed its course in the middle of the day. This particular day had been one of biting cold.
Aqua had trudged home from school without boots and nary but a thin scarf to protect from the uninviting gusts that billowed from the north. It was cold enough that she found herself huddled under blankets even still.
She’d taken a bath, then, as soon as she’d gotten home. For what was better than a hot, steamy bath on a cold day? She’d even treated herself with some bubble mixture for the added reinforced pleasantness. She had floated listlessly for a half-hour absentmindedly ruminating about school before the lack of warmth in the bathwater snapped her nearly dreamlike state quickly back to reality. She stumbled out of the tub in a hurry and wrapped herself in towels.
Back at her room, Aqua had slipped into her favourite autumn sweater--a fuzzy one made from sheep fleece--and crawled under her blankets, with an extra one she’d pilfered from the hallway closet, and held the sweet-smelling tea close to her nose.
She took a sip of hot peppermint tea and breathed a sigh of contentment. Even though the wind had begun to rattle the branches of the old tree in the yard against her windowsill, and battered the shutters, she felt safe and happy and so pleasantly warm inside, curled up under the covers and happily sipping her favourite tea.
It was still early, and her mother wouldn’t be back from work for a while yet. Normally on a day like today, she’d be out with her friends or maybe doing homework on the kitchen table, but today she didn’t feel like any of that. No, under the covers was more comfortable by far, and the idea of leaving her warm cocoon wasn’t something she wanted to consider. Her mind wandered to school again; the day’s lesson hadn’t been particularly interesting, but they’d gotten to do another group project, and she’d been set up with Chip Cutter again. Chip was cute, smart, and talkative. She liked listening to him talk about himself.
She’d taken notice of Chip more than ever before in these recent months. He wasn’t at all like the other colts in class, who were more interested in playing in dirt or being icky and rude while Chip was polite, kind and took notice of her, too. He smiled at her in class and sometimes talked to her at recess or when they walked the same way home. In her dreamy, romantically-inclined mind she imagined he had gone out of his way to walk that way just for the opportunity to talk to her, even if that wasn’t necessarily true.
Aquamarine took another big swig of her tea and found that it had started to get cold. She carefully reached over to place it on her nightstand, finished with it for now, at least. It wasn’t nearly as nice to drink if it wasn’t piping hot. Returning to her cocoon of warmth she wiggled all four hooves under the covers and thought back again to Chip. Handsome and sweet Chip who’d sometimes let her have one of the treats from his lunchbox.
She started to feel a bubbly and tingly sensation that started in her nether regions and filled her whole body with even more warmth, though it wasn’t stifling or too over sensitizing. She knew this feeling well, and even though it caused her cheeks to turn a brilliant hue of red, she revelled in the sensation. Her hoof drifted down between her legs and she instinctively parted them just enough to allow it access. She grazed the frog of her hoof right over her fuzzy fillyhood, parting the lips a bit and groping around in the dark for whatever felt good.
A moan slipped past her lips as images of Chip filled her mind’s eyes. Cute, friendly, stomach butterfly-causing, heartbeat-skipping Chip Cutter. She bit her lip and turned on her side, clenching her wandering, curious hoof between her legs, squeezing it there as she moved it back and forth across her already-slick cunny, wet with the slight amount of juices her body was providing in an effort to bring her closer to that inevitable conclusion.
Cute Chip. Fuckable Chip. She moaned again, imagining what his colthood must look like, what it must taste and feel like in her mouth, deep in the back of her throat. She’d seen a video like that once, at her Uncle’s when she was supposed to be asleep and crept downstairs to find him watching it. She’d been confused and shocked at the time, unsure of how to process the revelation or why on earth a mare would ever do those things, but more than ever she understood now.
She imagined what it would be like to press Chip onto his back, on a bed, and climb into his lap. To straddle him, feeling that tiny prick of his throbbing as she deftly swished her tail hairs back and forth across the tip. She wanted to know whether he’d lay back in blissful agony, confused as she was about the course of events, or if he’d cling to her, desperately wanting more and covering her neck and muzzle with kisses while whispering sweet, adorable things to her.
Her hoof was grinding hard and fast, her pile of blankets muffling the slick, wet sounds of a filly hoofing herself off. More warmth filled her belly than ever before and she felt her largely untouched inner crevice quiver and throb. Her clit winked and she bit her pillow to keep from squealing so loud her neighbours might hear, even as her hoof rubbed against it.
She thought about what Chip’s member must feel like, pressed against her hot filly folds, slowly working its way in. Spearing up and inside of her, spreading her insides like nothing ever had before. How it would feel for him to thrust up and in her, even as she pushed herself down, reaching depths she’d never felt and had no frame of reference to compare.
Her fillyhood clenched and winked again and she doubled down her efforts, imagining Chip was right beside her, experiencing the same sensations, and shooting that white milky stuff they’d learned about in school inside of her, squirting it deep inside and all over her rump. Her legs clenched around her hoof as she rubbed herself until her hoof might fall off. She squirted with a shuddering squeak and a hump of her hips, little rivulets of juices expelling from her onto her hoof and making the fur around her thighs and crotch damp.
“O-oh! Chiiiiip!”
Exhausted and spent she relaxed into the cushions of her bed and cradled her blankets tighter. She’d worry about bathing later, for now simply grabbing her mug of semi-warm tea and taking huge gulps of it.
Tomorrow, she decided, she wasn’t going to let this be a fantasy any longer. She’d get Chip Cutter for real.
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Author's Note
Day 5: Witch
Swirls of brilliant colour, violet, blue and deep green, filled Tootsie’s vision as a gust of wind nearly swept her up, spinning all around her tiny, fragile body, brushing her mane and tail in all sorts of directions. It seemed to narrow in on one place, directing its current right into her nether region beneath her tail. A sudden feeling came over her now; like a rough summer’s heat that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried. A deep itch formed, one that she knew a hoof couldn’t scratch, and her belly tightened with a brand new sensation.
Just the same as the powerful magical aura had been there, circling all around and under her, it was gone. Tootsie was left to stand again, a fair bit worse for wear and frazzled. Her body felt heavy and her mind was cloudy and distracted.
“This is my curse unto you, foolish girl,” said a voice, light and raspy, coming from nowhere in particular but everywhere at once. It was like the forest itself was speaking to her through the many vines and underbrush that surrounded her.
“For your insolent trespass in my domain, I give you this one and only punishment...” the voice trailed off as Tootsie Flute found herself right on all four hooves again, placed carelessly into the grass of the small open meadow. From behind the thick moss that had collected on the boughs of an old oak a mare stepped into view. She looked as old as the tree, decrepit and grey, with withered limbs and a wispy mane. Hazy eyes peered out from under a black, pointed hat that sat askew on her small head. Her body was covered by a long black cloak covered with patches and holes.
“Your body will grow old and grey in a matter of hours, your youth will be stolen from you such as was mine. No longer will you play and flit about with your peers, instead you shall be left to live out your feeble days in a dusty retirement home with ponies who’d rather sleep than play!” the old mare rattled on as she crept closer and closer, those old eyes full of hatred and spite.
“N-no! Please! I’m sorry I wandered into your forest ma’am! I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to find my ball and I got lost and--”
“Silence! Such disrespect! I’ll have no more of it, child. This is the curse I have bestowed upon you to better teach you some manners. You will live the rest of your days old and tired, or you will do as I say.” The old mare’s pursed lips turned into a sinister grin. Tootsie, afraid to speak, clamped her mouth shut and nodded fervently.
“Good. Just what I thought,” she hummed and clicked her tongue as she peered down at Tootsie. “Then to lift this curse I give you this one and only cure, my one mercy to you: you must bed the next stallion you see as he would a wife, though no matrimony this will provide. He must plant his seed within you, no skipping out or finding shortcuts. Only the seed of his loins will grant you release from your fate.” The old witch took a step back, regarded Tootsie one final time, then disappeared into the creeping mist with a cackling laugh.
“Heeheehee! You shall surely fail!”
Tootsie Flute finally broke free of the scary forest with daylight to spare. She had returned without her lost soccer ball but that was a matter for later. Her mind was still reliving the encounter with the Witch of the Forest and everything she’d been told. Was it a dream? Was the witch bluffing? Tootsie, who fully understood the task that had been laid out before her, still found herself in disbelief. All the same, she wasn’t about to test such a powerful entity.
The poor filly was so lost in thought and troubling herself while she walked that she hadn’t noticed how close to Ponyville she’d gotten, or concerned herself with any precautions as to how she was going to get home in the first place without running into anyone. This only added to her misfortune, as the kind, generous, and woefully married Davenport stopped in front of her and gave her an odd look.
“Something on your mind, kiddo?” He waved a hoof in front of her as she walked past. She knew who he was, of course, as her mother occasionally stopped in his shop on Saturday shopping trips.
The realization of what had just transpired and the contract that had just been sealed hit Tootsie like a ton of bricks. She stopped in her tracks and broke into a cold sweat, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she stared at him, dumbfounded.
“Whoa there, you look like you just saw a ghost!” he joked, laughing lightheartedly. Not seeing her reciprocate the feeling, he fell quiet and cocked his head. “Erm...you okay?”
Tootsie shook her head clear of the millions of thoughts that were buzzing around and took a breath to calm her racing heart, but she wasn’t sure anything would calm her now. I mean, she could have picked any other stallion, maybe even a colt might have worked, but him? Now? Oh gods, she really had to do this!
She immediately realized that her window for this wasn’t going to be open long. If she messed this up there was no going back. And judging by the look of the streets there wasn’t anypony around, either. She took a big, shuddering gulp of air and focused her gaze on his.
“Um, M-mister Davenport, sir? I was just t-thinking about you , actually.”
“Oh, really?” The stallion blinked, a mixture of surprised and amused.
“Uh-huh. And how you’re always nice to me and my Mom when we come around.”
“Well, a happy customer is just good business!” He chuckled to himself.
“No, I mean...it’s different, right? You’re extra nice to me, giving me candy and always taking an interest. It’s very sweet of you.”
“I am? I mean, of course. You’re always so well behaved in my shop, so I suppose it’s a behaviour worth rewarding.”
Tootsie was getting frustrated. How could she make him bed her? She had no experience with this sort of thing, and thinking about it only made her more flustered. Thankfully, Davenport wasn’t in a hurry to leave the conversation, either.
“So what’s this about? I told your mother I can’t give any discounts, and buttering me up won’t help…” He peered down at her intently.
“N-no, Mister Davenport! My Mom doesn’t know I’m here, actually.”
“She doesn’t?”
“Nope. I’m here by myself.” She took a step closer and tried to flutter her eyelashes at him, listing her head to one side and swishing her tail in a way she’d seen mares do when they were wooing a stallion. Did that stuff even work?
“By yourself…” Davenport repeated, similarly tilting his head, his eyes looking her over. He was deep in thought, thinking about something before he seemed to shake it out of his mind.
“Well I suspect your mother will be waiting for you,” he said.
“I just wanted to say thank you.” She blurted, taking another step forward. The distance between them was sparse now, she could feel his hot breath. He smelled like he’d been drinking.
Silence lingered between them for an awkwardly long amount of time. Tootsie had already begun to reconsider her efforts, the beginnings of a plan to run away so her friends wouldn't have to see her shrivelled and pale, playing bingo at the nursing home. Davenport stared at her, his gaze wandering back and forth, and something finally seemed to click. He turned around abruptly and headed back into his house. For a moment Tootsie was sure that was it and her life was doomed. Then he turned around and looked at her.
“Well? Are you coming in?”
She scurried ahead in an instant, nearly knocking him over as she raced into his house and out of the street, away from prying eyes. He chuckled to himself as he followed her into the living room. Pictures on the wall of him with his wife suddenly brought her back to her grim reality. He must have seen her looking at them, as he dismissed it quickly.
“Mrs. Davenport is in Canterlot visiting her sister,” he said dryly, “so what was this about thanking me?”
Tootsie gravitated to the sofa and climbed up next to him, finding comfort in the fact that they were at the same level now, eye-to-eye. This was it, her one and only shot to lift the curse. She gulped and pushed back her fears, knowing what she had to do. She put a hoof on his thigh and leaned closer.
“I just wanted to say I like you, Mr. Davenport.” She whispered. “Like...like-like, like a lot sorta like. Like a liking like that isn’t just like...liking.” She clumsy fumbled with her lack of vocabulary, trying to find a way to make it happen.
Amused, Davenport laughed heartily. He threw his head back and let out a huge belly-laugh. Tootsie blushed and scrunched her muzzle. When he’d finished, he put a hoof on her head and ruffled her mane, leaning into her.
“If you’d wanted to see my cock, you only had to ask, sweetie.” He whispered, nibbling her ear.
Tootsie breathed a sigh of relief and gasped in shock nearly at the same time. It was both her luck that he was so willing and her misfortune that Davenport was clearly some kind of Filly-Fiddler. She tried to remind herself of why she was here.
“Mmm. I want more than that, Mr. Davenport.” She whispered back, squirming as his hoof drifted to the small of her back, stroking her soft fur and reaching for her cutie marks.
“Please,” he smirked, “call me Daddy.”
Tootsie bit her tongue and decided to just play along. His hoof found her rump and gave it a squeeze. The gasp of surprise she let out was genuine. He grabbed her tail by the dock and yanked on it.
“Ohh...d-daddy…” She hissed through her teeth, eyes clenching shut.
“Are you a virgin?” He asked. She only nodded in return.
Tootsie found herself turned around, pushed up against the back of the sofa, her tail flipped over her back, and a hoof between her legs spreading them apart, widening her stance. She barely had a chance to start breathing rapidly before she felt his muzzle washing hot breath across her nethers and his tongue roll across her hungry, puffy slit.
Since the witch had placed the curse on her, Tootsie’s entire body had felt strange. There was a deep, primal itch that resonated from her core, begging to be scratched. As his tongue traced its way in little circles around her fillyhood entrance and began to worm its way inside, she found a new kind of relief beginning to form while that strange heat only grew and grew, bubbling up from inside.
She moaned then, the cushion of the sofa quickly forgotten as she threw her head back and squirmed insistently. Impressed, the stallion grunted approval as his tongue quickly found it’s way to the end of her depths. Her cunny walls clenched tightly and squeezed him roughly as more and more juices dripped onto his tongue.
He pulled back with a wet smack and a lick of his lips. He chuckled again, not too dissimilar to how he had before, taking to memory her fruity taste. The filly stood still as a statue, her eyes glazed over as she panted for breath, clouded mind trying to make sense of these new wonderful sensations.
What she didn’t know is that the witch had imbued her with a powerful aphrodisiac, one that would increase the rate of her arousal and make her pleasure tenfold. She was not only producing more lubrication but she was stretchier, too. Which was a good thing for what followed.
Davenport clambered up onto the sofa unceremoniously. The aphrodisiac had been transported to him through the juices he’d hungrily lapped up and now his mind was deep in the fog of a stallion hungry to rut. He planted his big forehooves on the back of the sofa and lined himself up against Tootsie’s cushiony rear, nestling his fat, drooling tip right against her virgin flower.
With neither a word of warning or a hoof to guide her he rammed himself forward, fuelled by lust and a marriage that had been dry for years. Tootsie squealed as she felt penetrated, extended, stretched, and filled in an instant. Her eyes felt like they would pop out from how wide they were open, and she gritted her teeth. While she took his girth in stride she was still wonderfully tight, squeezing and throbbing around him.
Immediately he found pace to pull back and ram himself back inside. His thrusts found rhythm and his balls began to slap against her rear with complete disregard for her comfort. Tootsie Flute was shoved powerfully against the back of the sofa, her head bent to the side to look back at him, watching as his adult cock rammed her again and again, pressing up inside to her deepest depths.
That itch she’d never felt before, the heat rising in her tummy, the tingles that started in her hooves and went all the way to her ears; everything reached a beautiful crescendo and the highest degree of pleasurable sensations she’d ever experienced began to rapid-fire through her nerves and in her brain. Her tongue hung from her mouth lazily, a moan left her throat that wouldn’t be trapped, and her vision was nearly white.
Davenport was especially rough with his thrusts for only a moment, his hips slapping her rear and his cock stretching her belly for that short period of bliss when the head of his member started to swell, stretch and plug her nice and full. Thick, virile stallion seed started to explode into her. Hot, sticky stuff that splattered her walls and drove her sensory receptors into overdrive. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her until her belly felt full and stretched, and even still more dribbled out of her, down her legs and onto the sofa in a little puddle. She found herself adding to it as she, too, began to squirt and spasm, her little body jerking and wriggling about on his thick male hood. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned unrestricted.
“Oh gooooosh! Fill me up with the seed of your loins!” She squealed, burying her face in his musky neck.
He stopped thrusting, spent and panting and nuzzling her back while his stallionhood deflated and left her stretched fillyhood. Only after he’d caught his breath and the world had finally stopped seeming so hazy did her words process.
“My...what?”
Somewhere deep in the Everfree Forest, an old witch was beside herself with laughter. The pointed cap had been cast aside on a stool by the cauldron and her cape hung up by the door. She sipped lemon tea and watched her latest target through her crystal ball. Not always did she prey on ponies who inadvertently crossed her way while she was picking flowers for her home remedies, but this was one she couldn’t resist. Of course her threat of a curse had never been real, but there was nothing a little magical gust of wind and some fondling couldn’t conjure in a young foal’s mind, and this one had been particularly gullible and easy to fool. It was a pity she didn’t tack on a few extra stallions to that number. That was always something for next time. She imagined she could really make things around Ponyville more interesting if there were filly orgies every weekend. Now that would be a sight for her old eyes to see!
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Author's Note
Day 6: Sweaty
Pickle Barrel slipped into the brightly-lit lockerrooms of Hope Hollow Middle School’s especially large gymnasium and recreational facility, looking left and right allow the rows of benches and lockers, and to the sparkling-clean showers just beyond. The room was empty, the soft clip-clop of his hoofsteps echoing nearly all the way to the end. When he was convinced the coast was clear, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his brow.
One other pony sat a little way’s down, perched on his haunches on a bench, eyeing Pickle the entire time he’d come in. He was a colt, about Pickle’s size, and a pegasus, too. His mane flowed out in front of his face, parted down the middle and often blocking his eyes at the right angle, like when he was trying to read a book on his desk or got too excited.
Next to him, various pieces of school-owned buckball gear; a scratched and dented helmet, some pads and guards, a damp and sweaty jersey with the school’s mascot hastily stitched in. All of these things were strewn around him haphazardly as if he’d taken them off in a hurry and dumped them as he went.
Pickle quietly walked over to him to close the distance while Dawn Droplet regarded Pickle with a look of mild amusement. When Pickle was finally in front of him, the other colt cleared his throat and grinned.
“Coach send ya? Again?”
“Yeah...again.” Pickle winced, glancing toward the door as if considering leaving, but his mind was already made up on staying. “Said you were really struggling in the 3rd quarter and your head wasn’t in the game. Something about the team counting on you or whatever.”
The colt rolled his eyes.
“Sounds like Coach. What a doofus. He never lets me have any time out to rest except when things are really bad!”
Pickle shrugged, making a point not to look him in the eye as he rubbed his hoof, hiding a little beneath the collar of his sweater.
“Yeah, well...I don’t know much about buckball. I’m more into flying class. But I guess he didn’t send me ‘cause he wanted me to give you advice.”
Dawn grinned wider now, his eyes shining with excitement.
“Yeah. Guess not,” Dawn said. Pickle shrugged again. He could smell Dawn from where he was a few feet away. Not a bad kind of smell, like someone who put off showers, but like a colt who worked and played especially hard to impress his peers and the fillies in class. Like he’d worked up a considerable sweat with all his running about.
“So, um...you want me to, y’know...same as always?” Pickle stammered, doing his best to seem cool and casual and failing miserably. Dawn snickered.
“Course. You’re the best at it. That’s what you’re here for right?” Dawn sat back and stretched out his hind legs, showing off his small package. His pink mottled colthood was already pushing out of his sheathe in anticipation as if he’d been prepared for this the moment he saw Pickle come in.
“So glad it’s you and not your sister this time, y’know. I like you better.” Dawn whispered.
Pickle broke the distance in no time at all, leaning forward to let his hot breath wash over Dawn's fuzzy set of testes hanging tight to his crotch. He nuzzled at them, slipping his tongue out to lap at one and then the other, slurping one into his mouth. The faint taste of colt sweat was brought to his tongue, a tangy flavour that Pickle knew all about.
Dawn moaned in appreciation and put his hoof on Pickle’s head, encouraging him to do more. Pickle had no intention of staying where he was and gradually moved up in a little trail toward the tip. When he’d reached it, he swirled his tongue around the tip, appreciating every vein and ridge, kissing it with his lips. He nibbled on the medial ring and planted more kisses on every spot of colour all over Dawn’s shaft. The other colt was almost immediately at full mast and dripping pre, which either splattered on Pickle’s nose or was eagerly lapped up.
Leaning back, Pickle took the tip in his mouth and breathed out his nose as he quickly descended the shaft to the base, letting it prod the back of his throat. He sighed with contentment, feeling immediately at him with a mouthful of cock, and his throat vibrated pleasantly, only adding to the sensations that Dawn was enjoying with a look of blissful satisfaction.
Dawn placed both forehooves on Pickle’s head and grunted approval, humping his hips a little to encourage Pickle to go faster, and he complied readily. Pickle swallowed every inch of colt cock up to the base until his nose bumped against Dawn’s belly. The potent scent of colt musk was even more powerful here, and it was all Pickle could do not to furiously masturbate himself, but he tried to keep cool despite the throbbing erection he was also sporting.
Pickle bobbed his head rapidly, dragging his tongue along the shaft and leaving trails of wet saliva, and swallowed back at the same time to make a suctioning effect that pleased Dawn Droplet even more. The colt above kicked a hind hoof and moaned louder than ever before, and Pickle knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
Pickle doubled down his efforts, the locker rooms filled with the sound of a moaning colt and a plethora of slurps and light gagging. Dawn ruffled Pickle’s ears and gripped the back of his head as his body started to curl and tighten. He was so close.
“Gluk Gluk Gluk !” Went Pickle as he pushed forward and rammed his throat on colt dick again and again. He felt Dawn’s tip started to swell and throb and went faster until his flare plugged his throat and wouldn’t allow him to move anymore. He used his tongue instead, lapping at the medial ring and his balls as they pulled inward and prepared to unload.
Then it came, and so did Dawn Droplet, moaning loudly into the air as spurt after spurt of colt spunk unloaded into Pickle’s throat. Pickle swallowed every drop he could, lapping up anything that dribbled out and down his chin. Dawn yanked himself free before he was finished and unloaded the rest all over Pickle’s face. Pickle opened his mouth and let his tongue hang loose as three more shots of hot, potent cum shot over his face.
As Dawn fell back onto his rump to catch his breath and wipe his forehead, Pickle licked himself clean with a giggle, grabbing a towel to wipe himself off.
“Thanks, Pickle. I’m gonna win this game for the school for sure!”
“See ya!” Pickle, no longer nervous, waved the sporty colt goodbye. “We still on for Saturday?”
“You kidding? You and your sister at the same time? Always!” Dawn waved excitedly as he raced back out into the game, leaving Pickle alone to shower and clean up.
Hope Hollow Middle School successfully won their final game of the season and would take home the area championship for the first time in ten years, and then suffer a crippling defeat in the regionals.
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Author's Note
Day 7: Cute
“Ruby? You awake?” Strike moved under pink, frilly covers, his gaze shifting from the darkened walls to the sleeping, tiny frame next to him.
Ruby Pinch turned around to face the colt, her green eyes clear as day despite the darkness around him. Strike had thought her to be sleeping, but her alertness said otherwise.
“Huh?” Ruby blinked and released a soft yawn that she muffled by burying her face into the side of the silken pillows, one eye still peering at him.
“Just seeing if you were awake, that’s all,” he kept his voice a whisper because the time of night and the level of quietness around them insisted he do so.
Ruby cracked a toothy smile and reached out with a forehoof to poke him in the chest.
“I’ve been awake. Can’t sleep?”
The colt shook his head. It was his first sleepover, after all. Even if it was with his fillyfriend and the cutest filly in class, he still missed home and his own bed. Ruby knew his answer, they’d talked about it before. She squirmed closer and pressed her face to his chest, sliding her hooves around his body in a tight hug.
“Will snuggling help?” She hummed softly, her muzzle pressed up against his fur, hot breath tickling him.
“Mmh. A little. I dunno.” Strike rubbed her back absentmindedly but still felt out of place and homesick.
“...Sorry it isn’t as good as home. I know you miss your bed.” Her tone of voice seemed to suggest a frown even if he couldn’t see it on her face.
“No, it’s okay. At least we still get to be together.” He squeezed her tightly and she gave a quiet giggle.
“What?” He tilted his head. Ruby was often a filly full of surprises.
“Touching myself. I always fall asleep right after!” Ruby grinned wide, pearly teeth flashing.
Strike gasped, taken by surprise and immediately blushing. They’d never done anything sexual before, he’d barely gotten a good look under her tail!
“R-ruby! Are you sure?”
“Uh-huh. If I touch yours, you can touch mine, okay? It’s only fair.” She was already starting to pry herself off of him and sit up, tossing the blanket off of herself.
Strike was only a growing colt, and as such had trouble controlling his erections at the best of times. Now, with even the slightest indication of impending contact, he had popped up to full mast in a matter of moments as they talked. Ruby stared at it, unimpeded, and gave a little gasp of delight.
“You’re pretty big, you know?” She licked her lips excitedly, one hoof gravitating towards it and feeling every ridge and bump from the base near his balls to the tip. He shivered in delight.
“I-I am?” He gasped and laid back, turning his head upward and biting his lip to keep from making too much sound as he experienced pure bliss. This was the first time anypony had touched him there, and it was totally different from his own hoof.
Ruby leaned forward and gave his member a sniff, rolling out her tongue to lap at the side of his shaft near the medial ring. His membered throbbed happily in response, producing a glob of pre that rolled down from the tip. She eyed it cautiously, sticking out her tongue to catch it and give it a taste. Her face screwed up in a grimace as she swallowed it down. Before long, her smile returned.
“Salty...but not bad?”
“R-ruby?” He was panting for breath now, having reached a higher plane of existence and just desperate for more. “Do that again...please!”
“Well, okay…” she turned herself and plopped down onto her side next to him, her head near his crotch and her rump near his face. Staring back at him, she opened her hind legs and splayed them apart, revealing that little pink slit nestled under her tail. “But you could do me, too!”
Her mouth immediately went back to his wobbling, shaking colthood that danced in front of her. Using a hoof to brace it she opened her mouth and gobbled it up, letting it poke at her throat before sucking, swirling her tongue around it, and bobbing up and down on the tip.
Despite his clouded mind and the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing, it was hard for Strike to forget about that wonderful filly pussy right in front of his face, begging to be snacked on. His stomach fluttered at the thought of making this filly he adored so much feel the same way he did, and with only a split second of deliberating, he dove in and planted his muzzle right on her drooling flower, lapping his tongue around. He received a generous taste of her filly snatch and also her juices, eagerly gulped down. She tasted earthy and sweet, like flowers.
Ruby gave off a small squeak and a moan of her own. His tongue wormed inside to explore her depths and he was rewarded with a buck of her hips as she paused her fellatio. It was evident he was doing well, and she was feeling just as good as him, by the way, she paused to catch her breath, her tail twitching. Muffled moans left her muzzle, vibrating along his shaft and pleasuring him more.
She was gagging softly now as she descended further and further, his shaft entering her throat and stretching her out. His balls wobbled in front of her face at her furthest depth and his cock throbbed greedily. The sensation was too much, he was too close to cumming. Touching himself with his hoof never felt this good. Running on pure instinct with limited control over himself he bucked his hips and rammed the rest of his member down her throat. She snapped her eyes open in surprise as he flared a little and started to ejaculate into her throat.
His muzzle covered her whole snatch and suckled on it, nibbling the flesh of her labia and pulling back on her entrance to thrust his tongue deep inside, drawing more moans and squeals from her. As hot cum burst into her stomach and dribbled down her throat the sensation of his animalistic thrusting caused her to go over the edge, squirting fillycum all over his muzzle and face.
It took a few moments for them to stop cumming all over each other, his member softening only slight enough for her to break free. He fell onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as Ruby coughed and sputtered to regain her breath. He hadn’t even a moment to consider her well-being before she’d spun herself around and cuddled up to his chest.
Yawning sleepily, Ruby lit her horn and pulled the blankets around them as she nuzzled his neck. Strike had already fallen asleep, and Ruby knew she wouldn’t be long after. But she wanted to enjoy this moment while it lasted before she did. Sometimes snuggling up with the pony you love the most was the greatest thing in the world.
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Author's Note
Day 8: Caught
Quibble Pants hunched over the small filly-sized bed, one hoof planted on the bed beside him and the other on the headboard above him. His fully erect stallionhood hung beneath him pressed up against the rump of his stepdaughter, the tip buried inside her ass, while she squirmed and writhed about.
He was too big for her and it was obvious that his size was causing some degree of discomfort. Wind Sprint had a pillow in her mouth, biting down and clenching so hard she was tearing the fabric and dampening it with her drool. She was focusing intently on not making too much noise despite the orchestra of grunts and groans that left her throat. Her chest heaved as she took gulps of air through her nostrils.
Quibble rubbed her back in a vain attempt to console her and simultaneously hold her in place as he started to push deeper. Wind whined through gritted teeth as her tight tailhole was stretched even wider than ever before, stretching beyond anything Quibble had ever thought possible, but still, he pushed inside. Her gut was stretched just as wide, his already-throbbing member leaving her with considerable fullness.
Barely halfway in he was already starting to see the signs of how much she was stretching with the bulge that formed in her tummy. His stallionhood throbbed hard at the sight and he rubbed it with his hoof for good measure. Wind Sprint shivered, the pain on her face finally subsiding and replaced with a moan. Her body relaxed and she fell partially limp as her body gave in. Quibble took this as his chance and without warning nearly bottomed himself out inside of her, just past his medial ring.
The small filly threw her head back, dropping the pillow from her mouth and let out a sudden shriek. Her eyes were shut tight and her body had clenched again but Quibble didn’t care. He pulled himself right back out with a sudden yank, waited for her to catch her breath for a split second, and slammed himself back in.
All at once Quibble found a forceful, rough pace of slamming himself in and out of her poor, stretched ass. Again and again, he pounded her mercilessly, slapping noises filling the room as he stretched her considerably and pinned her underneath him. No longer did he need to grip the headboard or the bed, instead of grabbing her with both hooves and taking her through the ride of her life. Wind moaned and yelped continuously as he relentlessly fucked her ass.
“F-fuck, Windy, you better be quiet,” Quibble clenched his teeth to hold back a moan as his balls went ‘plap plap plap’ against her rump, “your Mom is just in the next room, she could hear us!”
Wind Sprint either didn’t hear him or didn’t care as she threw her head back and screamed.
“Daaaadddy! Fuck me harder!”
The two of them were so caught up in the animalistic fucking that they didn’t hear the creak of the mattress in the room adjacent, or a door opening and telltale hoofsteps. In his mind Quibble knew he should be more careful, but never had he had a hole so tight and its owner so willing and as horny as he was.
As Quibble bent down and buried his face in Wind’s neck he picked her up and yanked himself out, leaving her empty and whining for more. He deposited her near the edge of her bed, partly hanging off with her tail up in the air. He sprang off the bed and hopped up to her so he was only half mounting the bed, tucking his forelegs around her chest so that he could lay on top of her while in a full mount. He lined himself up in an instant and plunged back inside. Wind jolted and raised her rump out of carnal need and immediately he was back inside of her, mating with her like a proper mare now.
He plunged all the way to the end of her depths and with the newfound position even took her a little deeper. Finally bottomed out he slammed into her ass over and over again, fucking her over the side of the bed.
The bedroom door swung open as Cloudy Skies strolled in, expecting to find her daughter sick with the feather flu or a headache. Instead, she found her boyfriend fucking her daughter silly.
At first, Quibble didn’t see her, his vision a blur as his animalistic urges took over, his focus only his own needs and planting his seed. Wind Sprint turned her head to the side, tongue hanging freely as she drooled onto her bed. Her eyes widened when she saw her mother, but words eluded her. She started to writhe and press into Quibble’s chest in a half-hearted attempt to stop him, but he was too far gone.
With several powerful thrusts, he planted himself firmly deep inside her gut and started to cum, throbbing deep into her ass and dumping burst after burst of thick, hot cum inside her. Wind Sprint came not long after as the instinct of her body took over. She squirted purely from anal pleasure while her Mother looked on in shock
By the time Quibble was sensible again, he turned to kiss Wind Sprint on the mouth, catching Cloudy Skies gaze from the corner of his eye. He stopped, his face falling in shock and horror. He was dead meat.
Wind Sprint tried to wiggle free but he was still too hard and buried too deep, so it only served to make him throb more. All three stood there in silence while cum started to leak out of Wind’s rump.
“Erm...Mom?” Wind whispered. “I, um...It was my fault! I begged him to!”
Cloudy Skies blinked, her eyes drifting from one to the other.
“Really?” the Mare suddenly grinned, “Cause that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”
Smol-tober Smol Fic: An Anthology
Author's Note
Day 9: Panties
Cotton Cloudy rose to her hind hooves and balanced against the dresser next to her, straightening her back. She flicked her tail up and to the side and her purple dress rose just past her hips. Looking over her shoulder, she examined herself in the mirror. A pair of blue silky panties obstructed her rump, patterned with the Wonderbolt’s trademark logo.
Every curve and ridge of her rump was perfectly outlined by the tight panties, from her healthy bottom to her athletic thighs and the slightly plump labial folds of her fillyhood that seemed to just barely poke against the smooth fabric. Little traces of frills bordered the waistband and legholes of the garment and meshed with the soft, fine hairs of her fur.
“Do you think Rumble will like them?” the filly turned back around to look up at her older sister, Blueberry, who was sprawled across the bed.
“Trust me, colt’s go crazy for this stuff. He won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
“They just feel so weird, though. And a little tight.” Cotton Cloudy blushed, glancing back at herself in the mirror.
“It makes you look more alluring. And remember to swish your tail just like I taught you when he’s walking behind you.” Blueberry grinned, watching as the filly practiced a couple of swishes that caused her dress to lift and sway in the breeze she’d caused, revealing more of her panties to the mirror.
“You’re sure this will get him to like me?” Cotton Cloudy bit her lip.
“Totally. Always works for me.” Blueberry nodded confidently as she watched her younger sister blushing at her reflection, reminded of herself when she was a few years younger and nearly Cloudy’s age.
“Oh, and one more thing!” Blueberry sprang up to a sitting position as something came to mind. Cloudy looked back at her with piqued interest. Her sister had never let her down ever before, and she clung to every word of advice with little reason not to trust her. Blueberry leaned over to one of her bedside tables and opened a drawer, procuring from it four or five small square purple wrappers.
“Here, take these. Hide them in that pocket in your dress.” Blueberry gave them to a confused-looking Cloudy. Knowing the question on her sister’s face, Blueberry answered, “They’re condoms, you dummy. For later.”
“W-will I need them?” Cloudy gulped, looking exponentially more nervous than before, a small sweat forming on her brow.
“Unless you plan on getting pregnant, obviously.” Blueberry rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’m sure you guys’ll figure it out,” she flopped back onto her bed on her side and reached for the book she’d been reading before her sister barged in. She hesitated and gave another one of her ‘looks’ at Cloudy, sighing as she did.
“...Or do you want more tongue-kissing practice before you go?”
Cloudy shuffled in place, eyes glued to the floor with a little nod.
“Well, c’mere you.” Blueberry beckoned her sister up and onto the bed, pulling her close before she had a chance to back away. Her sister was always such a shy foal, but Blueberry had no time for that now. Pulling Cloudy onto her side and tugging her over, Blueberry broke the distance immediately and locked their lips together. Cloudy gave a cute little squeak, as she always did.
Blueberry let Cloudy take the lead this time, and it didn’t take long for the filly to figure it out. Her smaller tongue poked forward, gently prodding at her sister’s sealed lips, which parted for her. The little tongue darted forward and flicked around for a few seconds before Blueberry had had enough and positively enveloped it with her larger tongue, luring it further and toying with it.
Cloudy’s eyes were clenched shut as she pushed her muzzle as far as she could, smooshing it against her older sister’s. It didn’t take long before Blueberry’s need for control took over and the tides were turned, pushing Cloudy’s tongue back into her own muzzle and darting around to taste her, prodding at her throat and flicking along her appendage.
The room was filled with wet slurping sounds and gentle squeaks and moans, the sisters making out fervently like practiced lovers. They rolled around on the bed until Cotton Cloudy was set atop her sister’s chest, straddling her and kissing down with an equal amount of enthusiasm.
Their tongues parted and their muzzles separated, little rivulets of spit breaking between their lips as they panted and caught their breath, Cloudy’s vibrant purple ones staring into Blueberry’s pale blue orbs. Their moment of breathlessness was interrupted when Blueberry reached up and spanked her sister on the rump, causing her to jump and squeak again.
“Go on, you’re gonna be late for your date. Tell me all the juicy details later. And remember what I said?”
Cloudy jumped off the bed with a start and was already heading for the door.
“Swallow, don’t spit. Thanks, sis!”
Blueberry waved her goodbye, watching her cute white flank bobbing as she ran down the hallway.
"Atta girl."
Smol-tober Smol Fic: An Anthology
Author's Note
Day 10: Vampire
Minuette stared ahead of her with a look of shock and horror, her eyes bulging wide, her muzzle agape revealing her pearly white teeth and her silver braces.
A mute scream left her throat but she found that no sound would come out. She lit up her tiny, dull horn but only a spark emitted: she wasn’t skilled enough to lift much more than a pencil in the best of times.
Before her, a tall, gaunt stallion shrouded by a black cloak peered down at her with thin, disapproving eyes. Black, leathery wings were set on his back, nothing like the fluffy, feathery kind of a pegasus. When he smiled his sinister grin, two long, sharp and pointed fangs glinted in the moonlight. He remained in his straight, stoic pose and simply maintained his expression while Minuette struggled in her shadowy bonds and tried to scream again and again.
“It’s no use, little filly,” the stallion’s voice was booming as if he could fill the entire room with just a simple utterance of speech, “I have you now. Calm yourself and do as I say and you will leave here unharmed.”
Sensing the danger if she didn’t comply, Minuette finally stopped struggling and caught her breath, panting with big gulps of air for her lungs. She finally broke his gaze and took in her surroundings. She was in some sort of castle, an old decrepit place that looked abandoned. Numerous long corridors and enormous wooded doors were seemingly haphazardly placed at every available wall space. She knew instantly this place was a maze and her hopes of running away were next to none.
The stallion set her down on the cold cobblestone and the feeling of weightlessness finally left her body. She breathed deeply and started to calm herself down.
“Do you know what I am?” The stallion’s voice was surprisingly comforting and patient, but his intense gaze never blinked or faltered. Minuette gazed up at him and glanced over his form; the long cloak, his slicked-back hair and gaunt complexion.
“You’re a vampire.” She squeaked, trembling as the reality of the situation set in. The tall stallion laughed, a drawn-out, sinister sound that filled every darkened corner of the enormous room.
“Of a sort.” He answered simply. He started to circle her, his eyes glued to her as he walked around and behind her. She felt that shadowy aura take hold of her again, force her to her hooves. It grabbed her tail and swept it to the side. She gasped as he stared unhindered at her private place.
“What does a vampire do?” He spoke aloud from behind her, She was unable to move or look back at him, both from fear and his shadowy hold.
“T-they...suck blood from ponies.” Minuette found her words quickly and clamped her eyes shut, tears forming in the corners. The Vampire released her tail and walked back around to her front, a cold hoof reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes.
“Shh. No tears. It’s not your blood I’m after. Something much more potent and secretive.”
Comforted by his reassurance, Minuette lifted her head and met his gaze. Expressionless, he stared back at her. She felt like his gaze would bore right through her.
“What is it?” She asked, breathless. Curiosity took hold of her fear and pushed it aside.
The Vampire laughed his loud, sinister laugh and suddenly Minuette found herself picked up off her hooves, her body finding that familiar unpleasant weightlessness as his magical grip took hold of her and carried her through the air. Without being able to see where she was going, she was placed onto a cold, stone surface.
Minuette looked around, seeing row upon row of candles on various pedestals and holders around her. A dark symbol was painted into the stone behind her. She was elevated from the floor as if on a table, nearly level with the stallions face. She started to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down. His shadowy hold kept her in place, but it was his hooves that started to pry her hind legs apart.
The Vampire stepped close, a sort of fiery passion now evident in his previously expressionless eyes. He licked his lips and placed a couple of kisses on her tummy, then met her gaze.
“Your pleasure is what I want.” He spoke, and that booming voice was gone, now just a whisper that hung in the air faintly. Minuette blushed as his gaze wandered hungrily over her figure, though she didn’t fully understand why. Before she could ask what he meant, or why he’d want to take something like that from her, he struck.
His long muzzle planted a series of kisses starting from her tummy and drifting down. He kept her hind legs pried apart at a comfortable distance so that he had plenty of room when his mouth wandered past her venus mons, tickling her sensitive skin so close to her privates. She gasped, squirmed and gave a murmur of confusion, but he wasn’t finished so readily. Just when Minuette found her body filling with a tingly, bubbly sensation, he planted his muzzle directly onto her cunny.
His tongue rolled from his mouth and wasted no time to slither forth, past her slightly-parted slit and into her hot, clenching depths. His slimy, firm tongue inched further and further into unknown areas that had never been touched before. That bubbly sensation started to grow and expand deep within her and she didn’t think she could take much more. What was happening? Why was she so tingly and her mind so cloudy?
His tongue didn’t ever seem to stop. When she thought he couldn’t possibly have more to go he continued worming deeper and deeper, slithering his tongue back and forth, stretching and expanding her walls, pushing against the roof of his mouth to tap into the most sensitive areas of her fillyhood.
Overwhelmed, Minuette threw her head back against the stone and shrieked in the open air, an unfamiliar feeling of bliss washing over her. Her fillyhood clenched hard as if to push out the intruder but he doubled down on rolling, curling and thrusting his appendage deeper inside her.
The shadowy grasp released and his hooves no longer pinned her hindquarters apart. By now she was laying there with her legs spread, moaning and thrashing around completely of her own volition. She squirmed and her hind hooves trembled.
“M-mister Vampire, sir…” Minuette shook powerfully and bucked her hips. “Ohhh, that feels so good. Please don’t stop that.” The Vampire grunted in response, happily suckling at her tender inner walls. He nibbled on her outer lips and tugged at them, earning another squeal that rose quickly from her throat and erupted into the silence.
Finally, his tongue no longer descended deeper into her, as if he’d found a natural barrier that he couldn’t, or didn’t dare to, cross. He switched up his rhythm and began pulling his tongue back. Her walls clenched even tighter as a feeling of fullness crept up to her. She wrapped her legs around his head and whined pitifully. Before she could open her mouth to offer a more audible protest, his tongue gave a powerful thrust back to her limit. Her hooves curled and she shrieked, but before she could beg he pulled back and did it again.
That was her entire world for those precious few moments. Wriggling, thrusting tongue. In and out, in and out. Bliss and pleasure. Her pussy clenched and quivered rapidly until that bubbling, tingly sensation reached its peak as if the bubble deep inside her tummy burst, she’d reached the tip-top of that mountain of incredible feelings and was crashing over the other side.
“Eeeeeeeeek! OH GOSH! Yes yes yes!” Minuette squealed and thrashed her body around while her hooves clenched around the stallion’s head. His tongue drove in and out on double speed, slurping up every drop of sticky, tangy filly juices she was now squirting readily into his muzzle.
She collapsed in a heap at the bottom of the mountain, staring up at the ceiling with dizzy eyes, panting as she caught her breath. The Vampire kept lapping up her now-relaxed fillyhood, making sure he’d caught every last drop. Occasionally she let out tiny gasps and jolted.
After awhile The Vampire rose back to his hooves, wiping his muzzle and licking his lips.
“Thank you, my dear, for the precious snack. Now I will return you to your home.”
“Wait!” Minuette sat up abruptly, her cheeks flush, “Can’t we go again?”
Smol-tober Smol Fic: An Anthology
Author's Note
Credit to FearingFun for the Prompts
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