Stuck

Paper Clipper was wholly perplexed. He just had come back from work to his favorite park, expecting to find a fleeting moment of peace from his borderline slave labor, only to find himself in a situation that he couldn’t even begin to fathom. Why was there a child, all by herself - yes, herself, her tail wasn’t enough to cover her massive rack - stuck in a tunnel in the ghost town that’s his neighborhood.

“Hello? I’m stuck in here, I could use some help!” a female voice pitched in from the other side of the hole.

Clipper got up from the ground and dusted off his uniform from stray autumn leaves that had gotten stuck on him. He was about to have a pleasant morning nap when the voice called out for him, she nearly gave him a heart attack.

As he sat there, looking at the jittery rear of the filly, Clipper began to ponder what head-throbbing situation he walked himself into this time.

Could she have come from the school district, Clipper thought. It’s a few blocks away, but it’s possible. Then again, it’s still early in the morning, so she should be in class right about now. Maybe she’s playing hooky, goodness knows he did that all the time.

Clipper wishes he could have it easy like when he was a foal. It took him long, grueling months of proper planning and slaving away at his office for him to scrounge off enough days off to tell his boss to shove it and find somepony else to fill his quota for the rest of the entire week. Of course, Clipper didn’t say those exact words to his face - he still needed a job to bring food to the table - but the satisfaction was his nevertheless.

“Hello…?” the filly with the big ass muttered once more, “Is that you again, mister squirrel…?”

More importantly, Clipper wondered where her parents could be. His boss’s faulty fax machine wouldn’t receive his notification for vacation, so he had to begrudgingly board the morning train back and forth. From there, he didn’t see anypony besides his sleep deprived neighbors-slash-co-workers, and it’s doubtful that her parents lived in the area; ponies in his community barely had the time to spare to spruce up the soul-sucking gray colors from the bare cement buildings, much less to have kids.

He observed the filly’s butt as he mused the oddity. Whoever this was, they sure came a long way just to get stuck like this. Clipper was about to help her out of there, when he started to really notice how fat her backside was. The little devil on his shoulder whispered in his ear that he shouldn’t let this golden opportunity pass by, and the little angel mimicked his opinion as well.

Clipper squatted next to the not-so little filly and took a better look at her. It didn’t take a genius to discover how she got stuck, her rack was fat and deliciously round; to his surprise and delight it also lacked a cutie mark. It wasn’t often that he got a chance to ogle a nice ass ever since he got a notification for sexual harrassment from pony resources, much less one this ripe. About time too, Clipper was getting tired of his old overused playcolt magazines.

Her tail could barely cover her naughty bits, the sight of which quickly excited Clipper’s growing member. He tried peeking at the dark genitals behind the curtain of hair, but her bushy tail did too good of a job at hiding the best parts from his hungry eyes. As Clipper admired the tease, his hooves creeped their way to her tush and felt her up.

“Aah! He-hello?!” the echoing filly said, “Y-You scared me! How long have you been there? C-Can you help me out? I think I’ve been here for hours!”

Clipper paid her no mind. Her ass was softer than he expected, the way they squished beautifully when he pushed her glutes together made his cock perk up fierce. Due to the probably innocent filly’s nature however, her tail had clamped up over her flower, spoiling Clipper’s fun.

“Uh-? Miss? S-Sir? I don’t think I can fit any more inside here… Try pulling me instead!”

Clipper wasn’t about to let his fun end here, not when he had a freebie like this one. Filly or not, it didn’t matter much to him, though it did excite him a little bit further. Clipper firmly yanked her tail to the side and held it in place to make sure that it wouldn't get in the way of business.

“Ow! Ow! Don’t pull my tail! You gotta grab me by the flank!”

Her lips were appetizing; puffy and bright pink, begging to be ravaged. As much as Clipper’s cock screamed at him to fuck her right there and then, he’d rather avoid going in dry.

“H-Hey! What- What are you doing back there?”

Clipper’s nose sniffed deeply the sweet smell of the musky filly, exploring and exhaling on her clenching pucker as she gasped on the other side.

Her rump squirmed in what Clipper thought was the cutest manner; she was probably trying to escape from him, but it was very unlikely that she’d be going anywhere - not that he’d let her. Satisfied with the smell of her doughnut, Clipper’s mouth crawled downwards, kissing the virgin folds as it went along.

“St-stop, stop! Only I can touch down there, I don’t want you going there!”

Unlike more mature mares, her pussy was delightfully soft to the touch. Clipper’s lips invaded hers and his tongue parted her little slit apart, caressing the delicate velvet hidden in between them.

To his surprise one of her hoofs kicked him in the chin; it stung, but it didn’t seem to have left a bruise. Clipper slapped her ass as hard as he could and pinned her hind legs aside rather easily.

“S-Stop! S-Stop! Leave m-me alo-lone!”

It only took two more smacks before her legs gave up. Not long after, the delicious taste of the filly’s liquid reached Clipper’s taste buds, though it took further coercion for her little nub to poke out. Clipper trailed south to her fun button with his tongue, then immediately started licking her like candy - her body went rigid and shook.

“Stop! It isn’t funny! It isn’t-”

Her clit was shy at first, but Clipper worked his charm and it started to blink boldly and as fast as a pegasus on a sugar rush. Her gushing intensified while he licked her silly, honey spilled around the top of Clippers’s muzzle and trickled inside of his mouth.

“It isn’t… it i-isn’t.. I-it isn’t- I’m- I’m-”

She came suddenly, spraying Clipper’s face and nose. It smelled better than any perfume and tasted sweeter than any sugar, and Clipper wanted more. He harassed her clit, flickered his tongue like a whip, to the point where all he could hear from the other side was a mixture of begrudged moans and heavy breathing.

Her filly juices flowed non-stop, numbing Clipper’s senses like a drug. Her hind legs had long stopped acting out and simply twitched in pleasure. As much as he’d enjoy eating out this troubled filly all day, it would be for the best if he finished things quickly so he can skedaddle, so he gently bit her clit.

“Ah- Aaaaaaaaaaah-”

Clipper tried to gulp down her nectar as fast as it filled his mouth. One, two, three mouthfuls of her juices filled his belly. Clipper took a step back to appreciate his handiwork and eyed a very satisfied looking pussy that seemed to ache for his cock. While he would admit that what he did was a work of art, he didn’t admire it for long; Clipper quickly stood up and aligned himself with her entrance.

The task was a little bit difficult at first, Clipper’s cock kept slipping under and over the filly. Her vulva was about the same size as his erection’s head, but after a short struggle it managed to pierce past her lips. It was the tightest snatch he’s ever been in, the insides didn't seem to envelope around him, but instead it felt as if he stretched them and shaped her after his member.

Every slow pump he made squelched so loudly that it contended with the huffing and puffing that echoed from the other side; she was either hyperventilating or having the time of her life. Either way, Clipper wished he could check which end of hers was salivating the most.

Clipper’s hips thrusted as fast and as deep as he could, digging further into her until he reached her last barrier which denied him further entry. It was at that moment that Clipper felt her clamp harder on him, accompanied by a garbled mess of a cry; she probably wasn't able to handle herself any further.

And at that point Clipper doubted if he could, either. She hugged all around his slowly expanding flare, sending his mind into a flurry that only registered the thought of breeding this filly and filling her with as much cum as he could. Clipper doubled his speed and pounded her virgin pussy like an animal, and bursted.

Clipper dug in deep and shot his seed inside her womb, fueling and overflowing her with enough jizz to paint her insides white for a long time. So much so that he felt it dripping under him; if she was any older, he definitely would’ve knocked her up.

It took him a few moments, but Clipper managed to remove his cock with a satisfyingly loud pop from her vulva. The glaze on his cock marked which parts managed to reach her depths. Her lips were gasping agape, leaking thick strands of his cum while her clit winked furiously; this filly was thoroughly bred.

Satisfied with his playtime, Clipper grabbed her limp flank and pulled, but just enough where she could pull herself out once she recovered; maybe he felt pity for her, or maybe he didn't want to come back there only find her still stuck there and possibly incriminate him.

Clipper was sure her legs were done so for a few hours at the very least, but he’d rather not take any chances. He trotted away from the crime scene, humming a little tune.

He'll jerk off to this for the entire month, maybe for the rest of his life. Life is sweet sometimes.