CUTE FILLY RUTTING A STALLION RAW DO NOT READ
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Cute Filly Gets Absolutely Destroyed By A Stallion, Who Just Happens To Be A Complete Stranger, But It's Quite Above Board, I Promise, Because It's Actually Legal In This Equestria
CUTE FILLY RUTTING A STALLION RAW DO NOT READ
Wind Sprint laid spread eagle on a bed while a stallion fucked her.
He wasn’t gentle by any means. The rhythm of his thrusts were erratic but steady in their continuous barrage.
Tap tap tap he went battering against her cervix.
He was inside of her, wholly and completely. She felt stretched and widened and speared-through.
He was thick. By no means a small stallion. It was almost uncomfortable how far her labia folds had spread and formed nearly a perfect ‘O’ shape as they wrapped around his girth.
His pounding, thrusting girth battering away at her insides.
Tap tap tap.
Her forehooves curled against the bedspread in an attempt to grab ahold of something, anything. A tightness curled and knotted in her chest. She looked down and saw a small bulge in her tummy, prodding out with the apex of each thrust. He was distending her belly with his enormous, thick girth.
She was discovering new parts of herself she’d never felt before. New sensations, tingles, that electrified and ignited all the way down to her core. He was lighting up each and every nerve ending. Even the tips of her hooves felt it, as they curled and pulled at whatever they could.
She looked up and met his eyes. He gazed into her with such hunger and desperation. His thrusting, girthy cock pulsating inside of her. She was overwhelmed with embarrassment; that she was letting him see her in such a vulnerable state, and that she would let him do these things to her in the first place. She blushed and looked away, feigning her best look of disinterest and annoyance.
Her wings flittered against the bed. One of his hooves lifted her hind leg and gripped it tightly. He leaned over, making almost animalistic snorts as he doubled down. His speed increased.
Creak creak creak. The bedsprings weren’t built for such rapid motion and announced their discontent loudly.
“T-they’ll hear.” She protested, propping herself up somewhat to glance at the door.
“Shush. No, they won’t.” The stallion pressed a hoof lightly to her head and with little resistance she flopped back down. She was tired and had little desire to resist. A hazy dullness started to fill her head. She couldn’t concentrate.
Plap plap plap. He was driving himself in harder and faster than before, using her hind hoof as leverage. She caught his glance again and quickly looked away. She sighed with boredom and played the part but it was too late.
Deep inside she clenched and she clenched hard. A shiver ran up her spine and her whole body gave a tiny jolt like a spark of electricity had brought her back to life. Her hooves gripped the bed.
“Unnnnf.” He groaned through gritted teeth. She was squeezing so hard and it was so tight and he might burst at that moment, filling her with that sticky hot fluid she loved to feel dripping out of her.
Oh, how she loved to be left sticky and messy at the end of it. Feeling positively overstuffed and warm from the seed that bloated her belly and dribbled out of her. She craved that feeling.
He thrust faster and his balls were making contact with her hips. He pulled her hind hoof, the one that he had in his grip, and she obeyed by promptly raising her hips.
Her hips and rump were small. Small enough that it was hard to believe he had fit his whole girth inside her. But here he was, distending her belly and barreling into her with a steady rhythm of plap, plap, plap-plap.
He broke the rhythm and gave one thrust hard enough to push her forward a little on the bed, her little hips raised. He gripped her soft rump--her tiny, fillyish little bottom that no stallion should hold the way he was holding now--and fucked her raw.
He was rutting her like a proper mare. Like one that might be found outside a local tavern, well-weathered and world-weary. But this was a schoolfilly, no mare of the night, and she was tighter than anything he could possibly imagine.
He reached down with his hooves and rubbed those tiny, nubile nipples just above her pussy. They were perky and pointed from her state of arousal. He grinned, knowing that was one thing she couldn’t hide from him despite her protestations. He stroked them in small circles.
It had the desired effect. She raised her hips and let out a moan, eyelids shutting tight. Her wings fluttered once and jutted out in either direction. With one hoof on her leg, hunched over her like some sort of predator, he pounded into her.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP.
The bed creaked and groaned to no avail. The stallion grit his teeth to keep back the sounds that wanted desperately to escape, that his animalistic urges and primitive brain demanded he make. His balls tightened and constricted. His stallionhood started to flare.
Wind Sprint gasped and shrieked as she began to fulfill her orgasm. She bucked her legs and then shut them firmly together. The stallion merely gripped them both together at once as he continued his rutting frenzy.
She tightened more than ever before and exploded like a lit firework. Juices erupted out of her and covered his member in a clear coating. Her clit had started winking, each velvety grip of flesh against his member driving her even wilder.
His flare stretched her wider than anything she could have imagined and all at once began to pump her full of thick, hot stallion seed. It splashed into her womb and sloshed around, filled up to capacity and stretched her some.
He pulled out abruptly with a snort and blasted a few last spurts over her, across her belly and onto her face. He aimed down, catching some against her tight tailhole and let it dribble over her dock and into her tail.
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Wind Sprint was exhausted. She was covered head to foot, inside and out with sticky white cum. Warmth and contentment cascaded over her and she laid her head against the pillow, ready to doze right then and there.
The stallion rose from the bed and quickly wiped himself off with a nearby towel.
“Fuck. I’d love to stay and…fuck that was so hot.” He wiped his brow before realizing he’d done so with the same towel he’d also wiped his cum with. He threw it to the side in disgust.
“M-hm, I know.” Wind Sprint was already slowly rising to her hooves. She took the discarded towel and began patting down her privates and the trail up to her face. “You were really crazy.”
“I know…I’ve just never done a filly before. You were so tight!”
“Whatever.” Wind Sprint rolled her eyes. She needed a shower but that would have to wait.
“So, twenty bits, right?” He pulled out a small pouch that was definitely more than twenty and dumped it on the bedside table.
“Yeah. I guess your party guests will be missing you, huh Mr. Soarin’?”
He gave her a curt nod as he unlocked the nearby window and threw the shutters open, giving her an exit. He slipped back into his uniform and adjusted the collar.
“Thanks for the visit. Come again sometime?” He stepped back to the bed and kissed her on the muzzle.
“I’ll be around.” Wind Sprint took her bits, tied the loop around her neck, and leapt out the window with her wings spread.
