Standing hesitantly in the doorway, you wonder what actually brought you here.
For a very long time you have had an urge for something special. Paying for mares and filies has grown boring. There really isn't anything left that you haven't done. In a world of complete "harmony", you might be considered as a deviant.
They couldn't be more wrong. Their day to day boring routines disgusts you. Smiling, it dawns on you that they will never feel this rush. Years of work have filled your pockets with bits. You can take pleasure from this world as you see fit.
And It actually wasn't nearly as hard as you tought it would be to convince the father. He had clearly sold his daughter like this before. Maybe not quite this way, but still. A depressed father, fired from his job, and struggling to live in an expensive place like Cloudsdale, it really couldn't be easy. He had looked defiant against your offer for, but only a moment. Staring at the pile of bits, it was enough for the whole year.
He couldn't refuse. Seven hundred for the whole night. Anything you wanted. No questions asked.
Her room was dark in the early evening. Grinning, you realize it really didn't matter. It felt cool inside, like in your memories, with a faint smell of peppermint wafting past. She was sleeping already. Head tucked tightly against a threadbare blanket, her chest rose and fell so softly. Pale light from a waining moon trickled onto her pale blue coat, eyelids shut against useless eyes.
You were already so excited.
The floor squeaked underhoof as you walk towards the simple bed, barely containing yourself. You step around a cheaply stitched pony doll, before realizing she had stirred from her sleep. She had every reason to be a light sleeper, indeed. The foal pretends she's still asleep for a moment, until she feels your weight on the bed.
"Dad ?" She whispers softly, voice still hazy from sleep.
You don't say anything. Somehow it would spoil the mood. Simply reaching out, you run a hoof up her sleeping form. She feels so warm. The small pony doesn't shy from your touch as you stroke her cheek and brush her mane out of her face.
Pulling back the covers, you reveal your prize. She is so beautiful curled up on the white sheets. Her little flanks are just starting to round out, showing the early curves of a mare. A light touch against her leg causes the foal to shudder slightly. She knows by now what's going on. Dull eyes look back at your seeking hoof, trying hard to see the stranger feeling her up.
The fact she can't see your actions make for an excitement your never felt before. Every light touch on her most intimate places makes her flinch.
You can't help but grin at her cute reactions, stroking her inner thighs softly as you pet her mane.
Unable to contain yourself, you began to touch your dick, slightly with your hoof. Now you can already feel yourself dripping onto her bedspread.
You pat her head once more. "Can you tell me your name, dear ?"
She still staring up at you in fear, as she whispers again. "Snowdrop..."
You reach down and gently grasp her front hoof. Placing it on your dick, you flinch at her cold hoof. "Do you know what this is, Snowdrop ?"
The foal nods. You ruffle her mane slightly, smiling at her. "Then you must know what to do with it, right ?"
Her reaction is immediate. She fumbles only slightly, feeling her way to the tip, reaching out with her soft, pink tongue, caressing you as her hot breath runs along your shaft. The smal pony begins an awkward, although passable blowjob. Her mouth is so small she can barely take in more than the tip. You feel like you can give her a pass on that though. It wasn't what you came for, anyways.
Your hoofs grow more and more brave as you explore her body, penetrating her little private cavity. She obviously had lost her virginity long ago... what you still remember. Her folds became wet and hot against you hoof, responding in a way that belied her young age. Hooking the edge of your hoof, you massaged her sensitive upper wall, causing young Snowdrop to gasp against your rod, her tight entrance reflexively grasping your hoof and squeezing it like a vise.
You reach with your free hoof, and pull her greedy mouth from you. Her sloppy efforts had done nothing to satisfy you. Still getting your hoof into her cunt, you run your dick along her muzzle, trailing saliva and precum over her pristine coat. Her tiny mouth is hung open, as she pants slightly from your efforts on her marehood. Her skin is soft against you, almost like velvet.
"Snowdrop, is it true you can't see ?"
She nods her head, clearly linking the treatment you were giving her.
"Sou you must feel your eyes are useless, don't you ? Well, I'll tell you a secret then. They are far from useless. They are very special to me, in fact."
Her look changes as she perks ups slightly. Maybe a slight twinge of excitement as she hears your praise. You move your shaft up slightly, pausing against her upper cheek. As you press upwards, you feel the soft contact of her iris against you, stinging precum touching her sensitive organ, making her blink hard. The eyelashes tickle slightly. A new wave of adrenaline courses through as she tried to break away, rearing her head back. But she is so tiny. Your gently stroking of her mane becomes a vice like grip, holding her.
She squirms slightly, so you pull her mane hard, forcing her down against the bedspread. Snowdrop gasps, stuggling to catch her breath as you step up you ministrations on her young snatch, rubbing her clit hard and making her rear legs spasms.
You thrust in again, hard this time. Her pale blue iris was like a bullseye as she darted them downwards in a futile attempt to see her assailant. The feeling is unlike anything you have ever felt. The outside was toughter then it looked, but you could feel a soft, sponginess undermeath, inviting you in. Her eyelid batted at you widly, amusing you further as you rubbed yourself against her large pupil.
Suddenly you feel her moan slightly, as her cunt spasms against you widly. The foal cums gainst, your hoof lovingly stroking her through the pleasure. Her mouth hands open, tongue lolling out against her little cheek. She can't possibly see you as you thrust forward.
The look of her eye puncturing as you entered was positively surreal. Her blue iris was forced back inside of her socket, and a warm thick liquid spilled onto your member. You are amazed how little blood there actually is. The filly thrashes at her sudden pain, overcoming her orgasm in a mere moment. There's little she can do as you hold her head firm, savoring the feeling of her warm, ruined eye around your cockhead. You grin as her eyelid bats down furiously, trying to protect the ruined organ.
A minute later, she lays more still, panting heavily, as she possibly lapsed into a state of shock. It really made no difference to you. More excited then you had been in years, you pull back again and thrust again, curious how far you could enter her. Feeling the harder cartilage of her skull, you look down and see she can accommodate little more then the tip. The back of her socket is annoyingly shallow, but it will certainly do. You thrust harder as you find her limits, feeling the remnants of her eye gently pull against you on each thrust.
Liquid streams down her face, tears on the good side, and a thin, watery fluid from your hole of choice. Her other eye stared blankly forward now, as her breath comes shallow and hurried. You can feel it against your inner thighs as you push deeply into her. As you stir her up, the eye yields more to you, growing less tight by the moment.
It doesn't matter. You were already so close.
She flinches when you cum. Apparently the sally fluid still irrtated her ruined socket. You would definitely have to remember that. Filing up the tiny space, your cum cascades out, dripping down her pale blue face, adorning her with a type of stallion made tears. They stream down her cheek, before dripping softly onto the bed. After a moment you pull out with a squelching noise, letting her eyelid finally snap back to cover the ravaged hole.
Cleaing yourself on her soiled sheet, you pull the blanket up tightly and tuck her back in. Both eyes are shut tightly as you pat her trembling head.
Speaking briefly with dad on you way out, you give him a bit extra for antiotics from the doctor. You certainly weren't a monster.
And besides, you wanted to maintain a good relationship. There was still one perfectly good hole left, after all.
