A Fillyfox's Christmas
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The air was crisp and sharp with the taste and scent of winter. It was tinged with wood smoke and that unique scent of fresh fallen snow. The rolling hills were coated in a thick coating of five inches of snow that had fallen the night before. The sun was barely peeping out behind the clouds that still let out a small flurry of flakes that floated down towards the ground. The only parts of the snow that were marred was the road that led towards the stable and the pastures where horses frisked through the first true snow fall. It was appropriate when measured with the fact that it was nearly Christmas. The fence line held garlands of pine and red bows all the way towards the massive building that held the bulk of the stalls. It was inviting to any that might have passed by and happened to see the bonfire or the sign heralding the annual Christmas Eve Party.
The Mystic Stables held the unique position of being more than a place to simply board horses. It had been designed as a welcoming place for the two legged equine as well as the four legged ones. The owner had long since professed an interested in ensuring that those who wanted to get in touch with their roots were welcome and as such it was far larger than a normal boarding stable. Several smaller buildings sprawled out nearby where several of the anthro's enjoyed boarding. The entire place had a festive air of anticipation from the foals gamboling and starting a snow ball fight in one of the pastures amidst the ferals to the large stallion being harnessed up in front of a sleigh. The bells rang cheerily as Belle paused just inside one of the door ways to take in the sight. It was Christmas Eve and the last minute decorations were going up all over the place.
It was idyllic with the Clydesdale harnessed up in bright red leather tack and silver bells jingled with each step he took as it was adjusted over his broad shoulders. Everyone seemed to be in the spirit of Christmas. Even the dour old Mirus who was hanging up a large wreath on the door. The old scruffy pony wasn't growling under his breath with his normal complaints about the fact he was doing more work, instead she could hear his gravelly voice humming something that sounded suspiciously like a carol. That made her smile a little as the little filly fox gave her tail a swish behind her so that the ends brushed against her legs. She was perhaps one of the odder creatures to be found in such a rural setting.
Where as many were horses of every shape and kind, from the heavy draught horses to the small ponies and even a few strange myths such as a unicorn or Pegasus, she was strangely in one world and of another. She'd been born as a hybrid of two species. Her pale white fur was healthy, but far thicker than any equines while her muzzle tapered down to a point and a pale pink nose. A thick spill of pink hair ran along her head and fell along her eyes like that of a horse's mane as well as the silken strands of her tail. She'd been born from a crossing of a miniature horse and a fox. It made her small even to the ponies and in many ways she was often viewed as a fox from a distance. It didn't bother her. She'd become a staple of the close knit community even with her tendency to enjoy soft silken clothing.
Not today though. Today it was cold enough that she'd been forced to cover herself up in a heavy down jacket. It was barely able to be buttoned up over the swell of her pregnant belly. It wasn't often that she was seen outside of that state. She was proud to serve a unique purpose of being a surrogate to many of the equines here. Most of them were working creatures that couldn't take a break from their day to day chores of hauling heavy carts, attending riding lessons and keeping the barn running. It helped that she never quite felt as happy as she did when she was pregnant. The feel of her stomach swollen out and the added weight to her curved hips and slight breasts made her feel beautiful. Even if it was covered up under the heavy winter garments that bound around her. She hoped she'd at least have something to wear tonight for the Christmas party. Something that would make her feel as festive as the rest of the stables!
"Afternoon, Mizz Belle," A deep voice rumbled behind her and she tilted her head back as she heard the heavy thud of hooves on the ground.
"Jester!" The tiny filly fox couldn't quite keep the delight out from her voice as she saw the massive stallion peering down at her.
The shire was one of the larger members of the barn and stood nearly nine feet tall from his ears all the way down to his plate sized hooves. Every inch of him was muscled and rippled with the potential strength of generations of breeding. His coat was glossy black save for the broad blaze that ran down along his face and nose as well as the white stockings that came up to his knees and elbows. He dwarfed her to the point that he could have easily picked her up like a child if he had chosen too. The deep brown eyes looked down at her in amusement as he gave his head a short toss and arched his neck in an obvious attempt to show off. His thick black mane had been painstakingly braided with bits of holly and tinsel. The normal halter he wore had been replaced with a deep forest green one that had small bells just along the cheek bands.
"Thought it was ya, standin' here lookin' cold." The stud quirked up one of side of his lips in a smile as he looked out at the winter wonderland in front of them. A little mischief showed in his eyes as he made no mention of why she might be waiting in the cold watching the road. "Lookin' fer a sleigh ride?"
"Ahh no, not at the moment. I was watching everyone starting to decorate." She shifted to one side as the shire blinked his eyes mildly and peered down at her. Her lips broke into a wide grin. "And waiting for you of course. I got the note you slipped to me."
"Promised I'd get ya what ya were lookin' fer, Mizz Belle." The stallion gave a smile of pleasure as he gave his head a toss. "Picked it up on my last run into town. Gonna be the last one for a while seein' as the snow's settin' in all over. How'd ya like ta see what she did with it? Ya could wear it tonight at the party."
"Your stall's heated right?" The fillyfox's eyes turned up to him and brightened almost immediately. "I'd love to try it on! I've been wanting this outfit so badly for Christmas."
"O' course, Mizz Belle, not gonna have you freezin' on me!" The stallion's baritone laughter spilled over his lips as he gestured towards the interior of the barn.
Jester gave a grin at the soft sound of delight the little filly fox gave him and gestured with his head to allow her to move past him back into the barn. He'd known her since she'd first shown up here a few years back. Her tiny frame and endearing shyness had drawn him to her immediately when she had first been settling in. It was then that he learned that she had a near obsession with certain types of clothing, one that she had had to set aside the first time she'd behaved as a surrogate for a pair of work horses. The slight look of sadness on those expressive blue eyes had struck him heavily as she had wandered around the barn in more fitting clothing that wasn't nearly so lovely. Since that day he had struck up an odd friendship with her that was helped along by the fact he knew of two shops that would happily make custom lingerie.
It wasn't hard for him to swing by on his errands to hit certain places when she wanted new clothing and it pleased him to see her stroke the fabric and exclaim over the silk and lace. It was even more a pleasure to see her wear it! He'd taken up picking her up new clothing every other month or when she found a design she liked. The pair of shops knew him by sight and name by now, always asking playfully who he was buying it for. He evaded them just as playfully and joked that it was for himself. He enjoyed the light work for Belle, it was a pleasure compared to the heavy loads that he brought back when the barn needed to restock with hay or grain. He was one of the few anthros that could easily pull a cart that was nearly his own weight after all.
He led Belle out to one of the smaller buildings just off the main before he opened up the door to his stall with a slight bow. It was a stall by name, but it wasn't what others might recognize as such. It had started life as a massive box stall, but now boasted an ornate couch, a comfortable old chair, several chests that held his clothing and even a plush bed. A large rack was against one wall that held his various harnesses and halters. He didn't wear much clothing despite the space he had for it. He preferred his kilt to anything else and even in winter he would keep on wearing it until the weather dipped into the negatives. As large as he was he didn't really get cold as long as he was working. The only oddity in the room was the bundled pale pink and purple package that rested on the couch.
"Now, Ah told 'em the measurements ya gave and they added a few inches." He closed the door behind him and watched the filly fox sigh as the heat reached her. "That way they'd fit since ya tend to show more than a big mare."
"I'm sure they'll be perfect!" Belle glanced up and he flicked his ears up to see the slightly shy smile on her muzzle. "Did you see it before they packed it away?"
"Ahh, no Mizz Belle, was in a bit of a hurry." The big stallion lowered himself into a chair with a jingling of his halter. "Ya said ya wanted a Christmas outfit though, I remembered that!"
"I can show you if you'd like?" The offer came with a slight flush along the edge of her cheeks. "You're already wearing holiday colors after all..."
Belle watched as the stallion's ears nearly trembled at the offer. She knew he enjoyed seeing her in her new outfits, and it sent a thrill down her spine that he watched her so often. She had a soft spot for him, despite the fact she loved most of the horses around here. Jester was lovable, a bit slow spoken and gentle, it was easy to find herself wanting to catch his eye. Who wouldn't want too? She pulled the bow of the package and started unwrapping it. Her fur hid most of her flushed features as she pulled the edges backwards and revealed a glint of deep crimson silk. The light caught it and showed lighter streaks when she moved it to pull the silken teddy free. She caught the straps lightly beneath her fingers as the red color looked like jewels against her pale fur. The only color came in the soft dainty lace that had been stitched along the top and bottom in the form of twining ivy leaves and little jewels for holly berries.
"Oh! It's perfect..." She turned it about to see the pattern that had been stitched along the front that formed a hint of stylized snowflakes rather than having been left plain.
"Yeah... perfect.." She glanced up to find Jester staring at the outfit with half closed eyes. He seemed to be looking at it with more than just appreciation for the material.
The fillyfox set it aside carefully to make sure that she didn't wrinkle it before she pulled out the pair of flawlessly created thigh highs. They had the same snow flake pattern with small glass jewels placed so that they shimmered in her grip. A similar pair of elbow length fingerless gloves accompanied it. A very fine edge of lace had been created at the tops of both to look like brightly colored holly to offset the crimson. She let out a small exclamation of delight as she brushed her fingers along the soft material and swished her tail faster behind her. This was exactly the outfit she had had in mind. She had wanted one since the start of the Christmas season, but she had put off ordering it as she started to grow more and more pregnant.
"Are ya gonna try it on, Mizz Belle?" She glanced up to find the shire leaned back in his large recliner with his eyes slipping up to meet hers. A smile kept lingering on his lips. "Ya can try it on right here, no ones gonna bother ya an' ya don't gotta go back out in the snow."
"I suppose..yes. Yes I will." She bit her lower lip as she looked down at the material. She wanted to try it on, but at the same time she felt a faint tremor of excitement and embarrassment that Jester wanted to watch her.
It was obvious he wanted too. His interest had always been friendly and endearing, but there was always something more beneath it. Something that had hinted that he had more interest in her then simple friendship. Sometimes she thought that she was imagining it. Other times, like now, she was almost certain that she wasn't. She gave a slight smile back at him as she self consciously shifted in her coat and carefully laid out her new outfit. Jester let out a soft snort and she heard the creak of his chair as he stretched out in his oversized recliner. She looked back over her shoulder as she started to unbutton the coat that was straining over her rounded stomach. It was a heady experience having a stallion look at her that way and one that played to one fantasy that she was too shy to even say out loud.
All her life here at the barn she had wondered what it would be like to actually take a stallion. She had seen them often enough in casual encounters when one would find a mare he liked and tumble her into the hay. To say nothing of the massive four leggers who flaunted their sexuality at every turn. One of the most thrilling days she had found herself scratching a stallion just under the chin as he bumped and nuzzled at her for more. It had been a shock to see him start to spill from his sheath. The shaft had extended longer and further then she had imagined possible. It was a thought that left a thrill running down her spine and one she was too shy to want to admit. Too shy and at the same time all too aware of the fact she was far too small. Even the ponies would have been a challenge, but that never quite stopped her from watching with her cheeks flushed and her breath speeding up when they showed off.
Jester leaned back and quashed a moment of unhappiness as the fillyfox turned around rather then started to unbutton in front of him. The oversized coat tumbled all the way down past her knees and it was obviously from a larger fur. He wanted nothing more than to see it parted and show him the soft pure white of her fur and the pink of other parts that made him flare his nostrils slightly. There was nothing more attractive than a breeding female. The exotic appearance of Belle coupled with the care with which she dressed herself made her all the more desirable. He kept himself in check from years of control as he watched the coat fall loose and rested his hands against the arms of his chair as she peeked back at him.
He was sure she had her fair of times with the ponies around the barn. After all, who wouldn't want to tumble her into the hay? The sweetly shy personality and the ready smile was enough to make any stallion want to be led about by the nose. However, he was no pony. He was a draft horse born and bred. And a challenge to even the normal sized mares, let alone someone that he could comfortably fit in his lap! He tried not to sigh as Belle slowly started to let the coat slide down along her bare back. The pink strands of her mane brushed against the top edges of her shoulder as he followed the garment with avid eyes. When it fell from the spread of her soft curved hips he flicked his eyes away for a moment rather than continue his gaze. While he loved his kilt, it certainly could make things awkward at the wrong moment and he had been so good so far!
The shire's eyes were drawn back as he heard the rustle and drop of fabric and found himself looking at the thick silken spill of her tail. The curls along it accenting the white of her upper thighs and legs so perfectly that he found himself staring far longer then he should have. He shifted in his chair slightly and broke his gaze the moment the filly fox half turned to pull the soft near transparent teddy from where she had laid it. He had never truly thought of how he dressed, but Belle seemed to make it look sensuous as the material slipped over her head and along the curve of her back. It spilled out over her broad hips and caught up momentarily over her tail. When she turned to adjust it he forced a slight grin on his face and met her eyes.
"Does it fit?" He rumbled and furrowed his brow slightly. "I hope its not too loose, the woman said she wanted ta make sure that it was nice an' easy ta fit over your belly."
"It's fine! I should be able to make it last all through Christmas." The fillyfox smiled back at him as she picked up the elbow length gloves. "At least I hope so, I really would like to look pretty for the season."
"Ya always look pretty, Mizz Belle," Jester said the words easily, after all they were the truth and to his delight her ears darkened in a flush. "So, ya never told me who your carryin' for?"
"The quarter horse couple, the mare wants to work all season to make sure they can have room for the addition." Belle flicked her eyes back away from Jester and sighed. The almost common question after the reassurance she was pretty almost made her doubt that she'd seen interest in his eyes. Silly fillyfox, he'd have his eyes set on mares who could actually handle him.
"Ahh I know 'em, nice stallion an' a big one too for a quarter horse." The shire's voice trailed off thoughtfully as she pulled the gloves over her fingers and delighted in the feel of the material brushing against her fur.
"You all look big to me!" She giggled and tilted her head back to see Jester staring slightly at her and then slid his eyes away with a playful wink.
The material of the silk teddy was so soft and smooth against her fur. Her breasts had grown heavier lately and the nipples far more sensitive. The sensuous fabric seemed to sooth away the irritating feelings that the coat had caused. The flow of the outfit didn't even stretch over her stomach, instead it flowed so that the edges of it brushed midthigh against her. The pale pink of her belly button and the tips of her nipple could be seen through the sheer fabric, but only in the bright light of the stall. The gloves slipped over her forearms perfectly and the edge of lace brushed just against her elbows. They were perfectly fitted as they stretched just enough to hold them in place while her middle finger slipped through the lace ring to hold it in place. She smiled at the christmasy colors, just like Jester's white 'socks'.
"Well now, bet ya say that ta all the ponies that flirt up to ya." Jester's voice was playful as she pulled up the stockings next. She turned slightly now that she was covered and watched as those eyes lingered on her. She couldn't stop a slight shiver from running down her spine.
"Ponies? Not really." She furrowed her brow before pushing her glasses up along the bridge of her muzzle.
"Aww c'mon, Belle, ya can be honest with me." Jester leaned forward so that his forelock slipped in front of his eyes. "I bet ya got a whole string o' ponies waitin' ta treat ya right at the party. Pretty little bit like you."
"Little is right." She wrinkled her nose as she tried to make a joke out of it. She lifted a dainty foot to slip the stocking over it. "I'm smaller than any pony."
"Nothin' wrong with that." The stallion sounded half amused as she started to slide the stocking up along her lower leg. "I'm sure ya gotta few hidin' about for when you're not carryin' or when ya are and got an itch."
Jester tried to keep his tone joking. Talking was the only thing he could do as he watched those smooth stockings slide up along the curve of her calf and leg. It sent a thrill through him as he imagined just how soft her legs would be in them. The way they hugged right around the middle of her thigh leaving the upper portion bare and vulnerable. Belle had bent over so that left him a view that made him start to react despite his attempt to distract himself. He could feel his heavy sheath being pushed open as his heavy bell like tip started to edge outwards. He felt half mesmerized as he watched her hips shifting back and forth while her tail brushed against her upper thighs. The material clung and accentuated certain parts. Even better, she hadn't grabbed the panties from the package! It was almost a sweet torture.
"Seriously, Jester, I've never...I mean.. " The filly fox took the other stocking while her face seemed flush pink with a deep flush. "J-just smaller ones like me. A mouse once and a fox who worked as a groom. You know, nothing like that with a pony."
"Nothin'?" He flicked his ears up with interest even as he watched her fingers slip the edge of the stocking over her foot. "An' why not?"
"Well I couldn't.. Jester, please!" She trailed off with a cute squeak as he watched her ears turn red where the fur was thinnest. "You know how it is, I'm small! That's why I just play surrogate."
The words rang in his ears. Small. She was so tiny. But, she also behaved as a surrogate for mares that were far larger then herself. She carried foals that were far larger then anything she would carry. Even now, just four months along her stomach was stretched taut with the growing foal. She nearly had to waddle when she walked now. His nostrils flared slightly as he watched her working the stocking up higher and his mind started to grow slightly blank save for one thought. If she could birth something so large, could she accept something large sliding into her. His eyes glazed slightly as he watched her body shifting and he drew in a long breath. It was as if a switch had been thrown in his mind. So many months of watching her in tantalizing outfits, buying them for her, watching her grow swollen with foals. Even now her body was padded with the effects of the young one she carried making her even more desirable. Could he? Should he?
Belle tried to ignore the burning sensation that flowed along her cheeks and ears. It was embarrassing to talk about this with Jester, but even more so when she kept peeking over at him to see if he noticed her. She wanted nothing more then find out what a mare truly felt like. She was a filly! A mare! She should know, but how could she ask him? She finally dropped her eyes and concentrated as she started to pull the stocking up along her thigh. It was better that she didn't ask. Not that she thought she could get those words past her mouth. As she pulled the edge of her thigh highs up snugly around her upper leg she felt a pair of broad hands slide down to rest on either side of her thigh. The thick fingers curled gently as a whuffle of warm breath tickled against the beak of her neck.
"Jester!" She squeaked and wriggled as the soft whiskered lips tickled against one of her ears and she tried to pull away. Instead of letting her the hands gently pulled her back so that she felt her smaller body being pressed in against his chest.
"Shame the ponies are all blind, Mizz Belle," The deep voice teased her ears, "Though not bad fer me. Suppose Ah should give ya yer Christmas gift early."
"G-gift?" She tilted her head back as she felt his broad stomach and lower chest against her back while the lips drug down to nibble and pluck right against the curve of her neck.
"Mmmhmm..." His fingers trailed against her hips and she became aware of two facts. One that she hadn't put the frilled panties on and two, that his kilt was snugly pressing against her making her well aware that he was all too happy to be there. "Ah think Ah can make this work real nice..."
The filly fox opened her lips only to feel the hands slipping around her until one broad palm rubbed against her naked belly. The fingers curled inwards to massage gently as the other hand slipped up to slide the soft silky material over her breast. The touch of his palm against her nipple startled her into letting out a soft squeak and trembling as he kept her against him. Her eyes fluttered back as his fingers gently massaged against the breast and rolled upwards all the way to the perked nipples. The kilt against her back was lumpy with something pushed just against the curve of her spine. It was soft as it grew and she squirmed and let out a whimper when the fingers along her stomach stroked their way down and up dragging the material against her body sensuously. She should tell him no, but it felt so good with his gentle touch smoothing over her foal laden belly.
Jester half closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt the curved body of the little filly fox pressed in against him so intimately. Her silk clad form was warm and so small as his hands started to roam over her feeling the softness of her curves. She wasn't muscled like the working mares, but soft and welcoming as he cupped her breast in his hand. He squeezed gently until he heard her squeak and then started to knead as his other hand worked along her pregnant stomach. So swollen with life and covered with that see through material. He snorted and rubbed his lips against the back of her neck and along her mane before nibbling against it. The warm sweet scent of her flooded his nostrils and made it hard for him to think of anything past his desire for her.
The big shire could feel himself dropping from his sheath. The thick tip drooled out and pulled the sheath downwards as it started to inch its way out. The mottled pink and black flesh was hidden behind his kilt, but that didn't stop him from giving a roll of his hips upwards and then drawing back again. The way she wriggled and shivered against him was delicious, especially when he used the silk of her teddy to wrap around her nipple and roll it back and forth. The slow teasing motions designed to make her squirm even more so that she bumped back against him. He spread his fingers down and slipped low enough that he trailed his fingers along her upper thighs. He moved his way higher and higher as he heard her let out a little noise and spread her lips slightly.
"I love this new outfit, Mizz Belle." He murmured against her mane just as his finger slid upwards to feel the soft pink folds against his fingers.
"D-do you.." Her voice was breathy as he trailed his finger tip back and forth against the folds feeling how small they were compared to his broad digit.
"Indeed Ah do.." The stallion snorted playfully, "But Ah should just be in my holiday best, don't ya think so?"
He didn't give the little filly fox time to answer as he curled his finger briefly upwards until he felt the nub of her clit. The moment he did he felt her shudder against him and he regretfully let his finger slide free from her soft breast. He used his free hand to turn her around and saw her eyes flash open and her lips parted a little bit. The dainty little muzzle angled down as he stroked his finger lightly over her folds to feel her shiver again. He dropped his other hand and pulled lightly at the fastening of his kilt to let it slide away from his hips. His neck arched until his chin touched the very top of his chest as he watched her eyes widen and drop down following the fluttering cloth. After all, the plaid coloring was hardly christmasy.
"Now we're both in our Christmas best, Mizz Belle." The deep voice came from a distance as both the pleasure of his touch and the sight of him made her mind feel fuzzy.
The stallion was nude beneath the kilt and she sucked in a sharp breath at what she saw. The thick mottled tip had spilled out so that the sheath was stretched holding the weight. The warm flesh was filling out and dropping as it grew. It was as large around as her wrist already and she could just see the start of the medial ring! He wasn't even hard yet! It was larger than the fox she had been with and far larger than the mouse. She drew in a soft breath and bit her lip just as she felt the finger between her leg curl upwards and flicker right along her clit again. The moment it did she let out a soft cry and her hips gave a slight rock forward. The sound of her voice garnered a response as the heavy cock spilled out faster and started to harden.
The hand that had dropped the kilt slipped around her and slid just below the curve of her rump cheeks pulling her upwards. The muscles along his arms bunched up and tensed as she was lifted from the floor and the stallion lowered himself. It was strangely graceful for such a large equine as he settled cross legged on the floor and settled her against his upper thighs. Her legs strained to spread around him as she found his heavy girth brushing against her foal laden belly as he rubbed his muzzle against her ears. His finger slid upwards and gave a gentle press inwards that made her arch her back upwards. Her cheeks flushed more as she became aware that she was growing slick with desire. Just the sight of something so large made her squirm. It was like something out of one of her rather erotic dreams, and she couldn't even find the words to protest.
The filly fox didn't want too. She moved her hands up and shyly spread one of her palms against the belled halter as her other hand moved to touch the thick warm tip of the shaft that was stiffening. The skin was soft and silken against her touch as it flexed in reaction as she tried to wrap her small paw around it. The tip pushed up against her palm and she let out a whimper as she felt a slick clear drop of precum bubble up and spill along the edges as she massaged it. Jester's deep rumbling groan came to her ears as his hips gave a slow roll up against her. He was nearly as large as one of the ferals she had seen and even that didn't scare her. She parted her lips and panted softly as the finger along her folds curled inwards slightly making her tail flag behind her.
Jester pushed his finger gently against her passage and felt it coaxingly spread open for him. Even his finger was tight as the walls yawned wide and he let out a deep rumbling whicker as he opened his eyes enough to see her tail flag. He closed his eyes and slid his finger into her until he felt her hips rising up in reaction. Her soft hands against his cock tip made him pulse in reaction as he tried not to buck up into the touch and possibly knock her from his lap. He rumbled and lipped his way along the curve of her shoulder and teased against the strap as he edged his finger in until he felt his first knuckle brushing against her folds before pulling out. He wanted her, he had wanted her since she had first shyly asked him for a favor. The eager little sounds just made it harder to stop himself, especially with her gentle fingers tracing over his flare.
He slipped his hand from between her thighs and felt her wriggle as he moved his grip to either side of her hips and pulled her up against him. The heavy swell of her belly graced against his mottled girth as the silk teased over his chest and stomach. He nibbled along the curve of her neck as he guided her legs apart and felt his tip slip down just beneath the curve of her tummy and brush against her thighs. Her body tensed and wriggled slightly as he drug his glans upwards to brush just against that soft pink mound. The slippery spill of his precum coated against the outer folds as he traced back and forth gently. Her own wetness gathered against him as he kneaded against either side of her hips and pulled his head back to bump his broad nose against his own. The soft sound of his belled halter chimed as she squirmed and blinked back at him.
"Ah'll be real gentle, Mizz Belle." He rumbled softly and watched her give a shy bob of her head as he shifted his grip along her upper thighs.
He let her weight slip along his palms until her folds pushed up snug against his cock tip. The heavy glans dwarfed the soft folds as he rolled his hips up and felt the mottled girth bowing beneath the weight. He shifted her back and forth gently working her body against him as he started to spread the folds slowly open along either side of his glans. They opened up hesitantly until he felt the inner folds kiss against him. She was so tiny, almost too small! It was nearly to the point that his glans was larger then that soft sweet little pink mound, but the stallion was determined. He draped his head against her shoulder with a short groan as she squeaked out and he rolled his hips up while pressing her down. He could feel her starting to spread around him as he flipped his ears back against his head.
Jester was big! He was just as big as she had thought he had looked and she felt that girth intimately as it pushed up against her folds. Belle twisted and squirmed as he rocked and started to spread her folds open. It was almost too much. She could feel the skin being drawn taut around him while she twitched her tail behind him and let out a muffled whimper. His large head draped against her shoulder while he pulled down at her hips and startled a cry from her. Her walls started to blossom open almost painfully slowly. She could feel them stretching and straining to wrap around him as the thick girth of him drug right against her clit sending a spasm of pleasure rushing down along her spine. She burrowed her muzzle against his holly braided mane to muffle the squeaking cry as his hips gave a sharper push up and the pressure grew more intense. It was almost akin the sensation of birth with that draft shaft trying to force it's way in.
Her body contracted at that thought just as the stallion pulled at her hips and there was an audible popping sound as the cock tip penetrated her body. She balled her fingers up against the broad chest as she felt herself splayed open wide around him. Her walls contracted and suckled tightly as the first hot splash of precum drooled out into her. The thick head didn't even allow any to escape as she heard the stallion groan before gently pushing upwards again. With the head in she could feel the silken passage being strained wider and wider. The inches delved inwards making her struggle slightly to take him. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a whimper as her own wetness was being forced out of her body as she felt the very thickness of him continually pulling and stroking against her clit. Her hips gave a short buck forward as he muffled a deep whicker.
The moment he pulled her upwards she felt her outer lips being drawn taut. Every veined inch of him could be felt stroking over her folds so that she arched her back. Her swollen belly bumped against him as she tightened her legs on either side and felt him push up and pull her down again. The slow force inched him in deeper and deeper. A thick spill of precum splashed inside of her as she squeezed tightly around him and started to pant shallowly against his neck. Her legs squeezed against either side as she felt him driving himself inwards. As she was pulled down she could almost feel her lower belly straining outwards at the effort to hold him inside. Her ears fell back and she moved her hands up to his shoulder as she braced herself.
Jester tried to stifle the deep groan of pleasure that came out of his throat. Her hot slick walls clung around him like a second skin. Each clench and pulse sent a shudder up his spine and nearly made his tail flag behind him. When she contracted down around him he was forced to stop as the tightness of her body wouldn't allow him to push in deeper. Her own wetness clung around his mottled girth as his cock tip pushed upwards and he started to tug at her hips to pull her downwards. Each inch that he managed to sink inside of her tugged against her folds forcing them in on themselves before he pulled outwards again. He tried to go slow and control himself, but the heated suckling of her walls around him made it harder then he had thought it would be. He rocked his hips up with a sudden whicker that forced his medial ring up tight against her folds.
He slipped his fingers down to curl beneath her teddy and slid along the soft curve of her pale furred rump cheeks. His tip pushed up hard against her cervix jostling it until he heard her startled cry as her hips ground him down a bit more firmly against that sealed barrier. He parted his lips and lightly gripped her shoulder with his teeth as if he were mounting a feral mare before he started to pull back again. As he did he slipped his fingers down and felt how obscenely spread her passage was. He'd forced her to the very limits of her body just by sinking inside of her to say nothing of the fact that he wasn't even flared yet! The thought of feeling her body trying to struggle with his flare made him buck his hips upwards bouncing her against his lap with a rough groan. The walls spread open around his tip until he pushed up against her cervix again.
Belle was nothing like a large mare. He couldn't slam hard, her body was too tight, it made him work for every glorious inch he forced inside of her as his precum was forced out by his flesh. He could feel it sliding along his girth as he drove himself upward and then drug back to feel her shuddering against him. Her hips pushed down to meet him when he rose upwards sliding each slow inch back into her. Her heat wrapped around him and clamped down tightly making him half squeal out before dragging outwards again starting to slowly speed up his face as he fought for every inch he sheathed inside of her too small body. Her short gasps and squeaks only egging him on as he moved his broad hands to cup against her rump cheeks.
Each movement of her friend's shaft inside of her made Belle tense and squirm in reaction. Her eyes were closed and her breath harsh as he drove himself up with a slick noise as his precum was forced outwards along with her own wetness. His cock stroked and pulled as it stimulated nerves inside of her that had her bucking her hips slightly and letting out sharp little cries under her breath. When she felt the tip suddenly slip up and push right up against her cervix her eyes snapped open slightly. The pressure sent a tremor all the way down to her tail tip before he pulled backwards again dragging the folds out tightly. For a moment all she could think was how it would feel to feel herself penetrated a second time as he drove upwards and ground his cock tip up against her sealed cervix.
The hips slowly moved faster even as her walls contracted and pulsed around him. Each time the muscles squeezed down she heard him groan out as his thrusts shuddered and fought through the muscles that tried to wrap around him. His fingers kneaded against her breasts as she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a series of soft whimpering cries each time she was bucked upwards and then dropped down against. Time and against she felt the tip nudging up against her cervix and her body straining around him when he penetrated her. Each draw back sent shivers down her spine as the tip pulled along the most sensitive parts of her body making her back arch and push down against him. Even the feel of his mottled girth sliding against her clit kept her on edge as she could feel the swell of his shaft straining the skin of her lower belly.
When he drove himself inwards again she felt his tip starting to spread. She muffled her cry against his warm scented mane as she felt it swelling wider and wider inside of her. When he drug back it seemed he fought against the way her body contracted down. When he sank in again she felt the tip pushing outwards right against her cervix as his entire shaft pulsed. Her walls suddenly clamped down as she let out a rough cry and her tail jerked up against the small of her back. The first rush of her orgasm rocked over her as her hips gave a trembling push down. His nose shoved up just beneath the rise of her mane as he groaned out and she felt the sudden throbbing of his girth inside of her. As his fingers dug in more firmly against the softness of her rump cheeks.
Jester tried to hold off and fight back his orgasm as he speeded up in a blur of growing passion. His entire body was trembling with desire as the little filly fox kept pressing down against him. His tip nudged against her cervix to the point that he could feel his cock bowing slightly inside of her before she raised back upwards again and he pulled his hips back. The scent and feel of her gliding around him and the muscles squeezing was enough to start to make him lose all control of himself. All he could think of was the tightness of her body being forcibly spread around him each time he pulled her downwards. The feel of her outer lips strained open so lewdly wide. Wider then they had ever been spread save for when she gave birth. When he heard her sweet cry against his neck there was no going back. He drove his flaring cock deep inside of her.
The tip swelled open wider as his urethra jutted forward drying to mesh with her sealed cervix. The edges of his glans were forced in on themselves as the walls squeezed down. He could barely stretch her any further as it was an almost painfully keen pleasure as his swollen massive balls drew up tight against his body. He let out a deep groaning whicker of pleasure as he gave his hips a push upwards grinding against her a moment before the first hot thick rope of his cum erupted out of his tip. The pressure of it sent it driving up against her cervix as he shuddered and gave another push upwards. His fingers gripped against the soft curve of her rump cheeks pulling her down against him as he savored the feel of each ripple that passed through her. Her walls suckled and clung around him as he flooded her. Belle's small body cradled in tight against his own as his breathing came out in short ragged gasps as something so small could fit something so large.
Belle clung to the large shire as she felt him pulse and the tip of his shaft wedge firmly against her cervix. She bit her lower lip and tried to muffle another cry as the pulse suddenly erupted in a rush of thick hot seed. It hit against her cervix until she felt the impact splattering against her. The thick creamy ropes were pushed upwards and she felt his hips give a slow movement as he muffled a groan. Her walls milked around him, closing tightly around the flare until his movements stopped. She could feel herself locked around that heavy tip as surely as she might lock around a knot. Each pulse of his orgasm made her shiver as she could feel the thick syrupy waves hitting time after time, partially sealed behind the engorged tip.
The little fillyfox shifted slightly as she felt the stallion's tense body slowly relax beneath her. His breathing ruffled against her mane and it came in short hard sounds. She wanted to move or at least say something, but a slightly dizzying feel of pleasure lingered as they started to calm down. The tip continued to drool out thick gouts of seed until something heavier and thicker gave a short rush. It clung to her walls and she squirmed as the gel sealed itself against her cervix in an effort to impregnate her. She felt her ears flush hotly at that. It might not be so bad to experience such impregnation on this level rather than artificially. As it was she could feel the slickness along her folds and the heavy girth as it started to slowly soften, but not withdraw.
"Like a knot..." She murmured as she felt the still engorged flare locked by the tightness of her body pressed up against her cervix.
"Merry Christmas, Mizz Belle." Jester's deep voice rumbled in her ear as his chest vibrated. "Think we might be a mite late for the party..." She couldn't quite find it in herself to care.
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