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# BluntTongs - Baby Baby Job

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1. Warning, this story contains a mothponi giving a blowjob to a foal
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5. >You are Virgo
6. >you're a bit annoyed today, for but a single reason;
7. >you have to babysit for Caramel
8. >...that's not implying she did the nasty, of course (though you honestly wouldn't be surprised if she had)
9. >she has an odd habit of finding shit in the forest that you shouldn't really be able to find
10. >this time, it was a young mothpony
11. >a REALLY young mothpony
12. >of course, she couldn't leave the poor thing out in the forest, it'd probably starve
13. >but seeing as she had other plans (being drunk and hitting on Hexferry probably one of them), Caramel had no time to care for the child
14. >see that Acteus was probably getting sucked off by Anon again, the faggot
15. >Sepia's, well... Sepia
16. >and Meisa's working on her dresses, she came to you next
17. >she could have asked some other ponies (Butterscotch comes to mind), but she came to you for help
18. >being the kind gentlepony you are, you kindly replied:
19. "Go fuck yourself, can't you see I'm busy playing Dorf Fort?"
20. >needless to say, you relented your point after a rather painful display of authority from the light-brown mare aimed directly at your face
21. >Now, you find yourself sitting in a room, devoid of anything interesting
22. >the room in question contains a single baby crib, which in turn holds a small child
23. >essentially a newborn, it's large, sparkly (and somewhat disturbing, you might add) purple eyes scan the room, taking in it's surroundings with wonder
24. >it's short antennae twitch, most likely helping keep the baby's sense of smell in-tune
25. >you realize you've never really seen a mothpony baby before
26. >it's...
27. >...strange
28. >like you're looking in an age-diminishing mirror
29. >...or, y'know, a childhood photo of yourself, with your tiny wings and nubby little feelers
30. >but the baby is different, the proportions are smaller and more hyperbolic
31. >...it still creeps you out how similar it looks compared to you
32. >...
33. >...wait, 'it?'
34. >it's a bit strange you've never wondered what gender the child was
35. >not that it really matters, of course
36. >...
37. >...but still...
38. >...
39. >Curiosity finally getting the best of you, you rise from your place on the floor with a sigh and trot over to the crib
40. >the little creature sitting in the miniature prison rolls over to stare at you with it's big, fey eyes
41. >that's still unsettling, but it's not going to stop you from having a look-see at it's undercarriage
42. >...it's not like that officer, honest
43. >reaching the tiny bed-prison, you raise your forehooves up and balance yourself on the bar, getting a better look at the small thing within
44. >...
45. >well, it's not just gonna present itself, now is it?
46. >is what you would have muttered to yourself, had a tiny little caramel-coloured penis arose from the ashen fur of the child's crotch
47. >...
48. >well, this is even more awkward than you thought it would be
49. >the little bastard giggles at you, and moves his hoof in a come-hither motion
50. >...or, you think he did, at any rate
51. >you feel a bit of a jolt down below in your loins from the notion of sexual contact
52. "Damn it, it had to be a baby..."
53. >but ever since Anon had told you how good it felt to suck somebody's cock, it's been hard trying to focus with all those fantasies dancing about your head
54. >...you're not really one to take it from behind, but you can appreciate a nice, thick, juicy...
55. >...
56. >...no, you're not gay, you just like penises
57. >(that isn't helping, is it?)
58. >You mentally kick yourself out of the conflict you were having with your mind, and focus on the small caramel shaft between the foal's legs
59. >he spreads his legs a bit more and oh Saturn, that's hot
60. >just the thought of pleasuring this little stallion, defiling this tomb of innocence...
61. >...well, it's mostly because you just like penises
62. >and pleasuring small things (shut up, a size like that is normal)
63. >there's a growing stiffness in your crotch, needless to say
64. >your body's telling you yes, but your mind...
65. >actually, it's alright with the whole situation as well
66. >you've done worse than give a baby a BJ
67. >now, let's just get this over with so you can jerk off to this memory later
69. >Lowering the crib's bar that you were resting on, you lean into the wide-eyed little guy, nuzzling his chin with your antennae
70. >you slowly extend your long tongue, letting it flick across the tiny tube
71. >the baby mothpony squeals with what sounds like wonder, not helping the hardness of your own penis
72. >you stroke his right side gently, and bury your head deep within his crotch, taking grip of the base of the miniscule shaft with your tongue as you wrap 'round it
73. >he closes his eyes tight and bites his lip, letting the warm, wet embrace of your mouth take him
74. >and he lets out small squeaks of what is clearly arousal, spurring you on
75. >you clench and unclench your tongue, slowly sliding it upward, a damp ring of heat rising around the baby's tube
76. >the tiny ashen mothpony thrusts his hips upward all he can, trying to experience more of your mouth
77. >and for your final trick;
78. >you grip tightly near the tip of the small penis with your proboscis, and force your tongue downward
79. >the foal finally gives in and wails a sound that would erect the penises of straight stallions (such as yourself) everywhere
80. >he shudders in pleasure, his body wracked with sexual pleasure, feelers twitching madly and legs jerking softly
81. >You remove yourself from his shaft (disappointed that babies can't ejaculate), kindly patting the foal on the head for being complacent in all this
82. >after the tiny stallion stops huffing from his very first orgasm, he rolls over to your forehoof and hugs it in an incredibly cute fashion
83. >you return the affection, leaning in with your head and comforting him with your feelers
84. >maybe he isn't so disturbing after all, with his creepy-as-fuck eyes
85. >you try to ignore the fact he looks like a tiny replica of you as you pick him up and coddle him close (it'd kill the vibe with the whole self-cest thing)
86. >he's cute
87. >maybe it's the narcissism talking, but you'd totally bang a grown-up version of him
89. ==================================
91. >Hours of cuddling later, Caramel returns to the household surprisingly unintoxicated (but you do see a blushing tsundere mothpony behind her)
92. >"Was it any trouble at all?"
93. "Was 'he' any trouble at all, and no. He behaved... Well."
94. >Caramel gives you an accusing stare, wondering how you know the baby's gender no doubt, but doesn't question it
95. >you give one last caring hug to the little foal, and you set off toward your own home
97. >As you settle down in your comfy chair, you just can't bring yourself to masturbate to the little guy
98. >it's surprising the memories you kept from your short experience with him were mostly of his softness
99. >he's...
100. >...
101. >...too cute to wank to
102. >you never thought that would be a thing you'd ever think, but it's true
103. >it may also be due to the fact it'd be like jerking it to yourself (it's not the same as fucking yourself, you see...), but you like to think he's just that cute
104. >instead, feeling tired, you flop onto your soft, cushion-y bed, and embrace the cool sheets
105. >you miss the warm touch of the baby's fur
106. >...
107. >...it's probably time to get a more intimate friend, but for now your hooves will have to do
108. "...I'm so fucking weird."
109. >but you wouldn't have it any other way

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Warning, this story contains a mothponi giving a blowjob to a foal ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >You are Virgo >you're a bit annoyed today, for but a single reason; >you have to babysit for Caramel >...that's not implying she did the nasty, of course (though you honestly wouldn't be surprised if she had) >she has an odd habit of finding shit in the forest that you shouldn't really be able to find >this time, it was a young mothpony >a REALLY young mothpony >of course, she couldn't leave the poor thing out in the forest, it'd probably starve >but seeing as she had other plans (being drunk and hitting on Hexferry probably one of them), Caramel had no time to care for the child >see that Acteus was probably getting sucked off by Anon again, the faggot >Sepia's, well... Sepia >and Meisa's working on her dresses, she came to you next >she could have asked some other ponies (Butterscotch comes to mind), but she came to you for help >being the kind gentlepony you are, you kindly replied: "Go fuck yourself, can't you see I'm busy playing Dorf Fort?" >needless to say, you relented your point after a rather painful display of authority from the light-brown mare aimed directly at your face >Now, you find yourself sitting in a room, devoid of anything interesting >the room in question contains a single baby crib, which in turn holds a small child >essentially a newborn, it's large, sparkly (and somewhat disturbing, you might add) purple eyes scan the room, taking in it's surroundings with wonder >it's short antennae twitch, most likely helping keep the baby's sense of smell in-tune >you realize you've never really seen a mothpony baby before >it's... >...strange >like you're looking in an age-diminishing mirror >...or, y'know, a childhood photo of yourself, with your tiny wings and nubby little feelers >but the baby is different, the proportions are smaller and more hyperbolic >...it still creeps you out how similar it looks compared to you >... >...wait, 'it?' >it's a bit strange you've never wondered what gender the child was >not that it really matters, of course >... >...but still... >... >Curiosity finally getting the best of you, you rise from your place on the floor with a sigh and trot over to the crib >the little creature sitting in the miniature prison rolls over to stare at you with it's big, fey eyes >that's still unsettling, but it's not going to stop you from having a look-see at it's undercarriage >...it's not like that officer, honest >reaching the tiny bed-prison, you raise your forehooves up and balance yourself on the bar, getting a better look at the small thing within >... >well, it's not just gonna present itself, now is it? >is what you would have muttered to yourself, had a tiny little caramel-coloured penis arose from the ashen fur of the child's crotch >... >well, this is even more awkward than you thought it would be >the little bastard giggles at you, and moves his hoof in a come-hither motion >...or, you think he did, at any rate >you feel a bit of a jolt down below in your loins from the notion of sexual contact "Damn it, it had to be a baby..." >but ever since Anon had told you how good it felt to suck somebody's cock, it's been hard trying to focus with all those fantasies dancing about your head >...you're not really one to take it from behind, but you can appreciate a nice, thick, juicy... >... >...no, you're not gay, you just like penises >(that isn't helping, is it?) >You mentally kick yourself out of the conflict you were having with your mind, and focus on the small caramel shaft between the foal's legs >he spreads his legs a bit more and oh Saturn, that's hot >just the thought of pleasuring this little stallion, defiling this tomb of innocence... >...well, it's mostly because you just like penises >and pleasuring small things (shut up, a size like that is normal) >there's a growing stiffness in your crotch, needless to say >your body's telling you yes, but your mind... >actually, it's alright with the whole situation as well >you've done worse than give a baby a BJ >now, let's just get this over with so you can jerk off to this memory later >Lowering the crib's bar that you were resting on, you lean into the wide-eyed little guy, nuzzling his chin with your antennae >you slowly extend your long tongue, letting it flick across the tiny tube >the baby mothpony squeals with what sounds like wonder, not helping the hardness of your own penis >you stroke his right side gently, and bury your head deep within his crotch, taking grip of the base of the miniscule shaft with your tongue as you wrap 'round it >he closes his eyes tight and bites his lip, letting the warm, wet embrace of your mouth take him >and he lets out small squeaks of what is clearly arousal, spurring you on >you clench and unclench your tongue, slowly sliding it upward, a damp ring of heat rising around the baby's tube >the tiny ashen mothpony thrusts his hips upward all he can, trying to experience more of your mouth >and for your final trick; >you grip tightly near the tip of the small penis with your proboscis, and force your tongue downward >the foal finally gives in and wails a sound that would erect the penises of straight stallions (such as yourself) everywhere >he shudders in pleasure, his body wracked with sexual pleasure, feelers twitching madly and legs jerking softly >You remove yourself from his shaft (disappointed that babies can't ejaculate), kindly patting the foal on the head for being complacent in all this >after the tiny stallion stops huffing from his very first orgasm, he rolls over to your forehoof and hugs it in an incredibly cute fashion >you return the affection, leaning in with your head and comforting him with your feelers >maybe he isn't so disturbing after all, with his creepy-as-fuck eyes >you try to ignore the fact he looks like a tiny replica of you as you pick him up and coddle him close (it'd kill the vibe with the whole self-cest thing) >he's cute >maybe it's the narcissism talking, but you'd totally bang a grown-up version of him ================================== >Hours of cuddling later, Caramel returns to the household surprisingly unintoxicated (but you do see a blushing tsundere mothpony behind her) >"Was it any trouble at all?" "Was 'he' any trouble at all, and no. He behaved... Well." >Caramel gives you an accusing stare, wondering how you know the baby's gender no doubt, but doesn't question it >you give one last caring hug to the little foal, and you set off toward your own home >As you settle down in your comfy chair, you just can't bring yourself to masturbate to the little guy >it's surprising the memories you kept from your short experience with him were mostly of his softness >he's... >... >...too cute to wank to >you never thought that would be a thing you'd ever think, but it's true >it may also be due to the fact it'd be like jerking it to yourself (it's not the same as fucking yourself, you see...), but you like to think he's just that cute >instead, feeling tired, you flop onto your soft, cushion-y bed, and embrace the cool sheets >you miss the warm touch of the baby's fur >... >...it's probably time to get a more intimate friend, but for now your hooves will have to do "...I'm so fucking weird." >but you wouldn't have it any other way