> It's Only Natural
>  by Starswirl the Beardless
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> It's Only Natural
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The White Tail Woods were always beautiful in the spring. The branches of the tall trees boasted new, bright green leaves that eagerly drank in the warm sunlight. Wildflowers grew amongst the thick bushes, their colorful petals drawing in buzzing bees and beautiful butterflies. The warm air was filled with the twittering of little birds that fluttered through the treetops, no doubt seeking companions to share their nests.  

You were glad you had decided to go for a walk in the woods that day. Sure, it was a bit far from Ponyville, but as you took in the scenery, losing yourself in the serenity of nature that surrounded you, you had no regrets.  

You walked slowly, making your way down the little trail without a care in the world. You absentmindedly took in your surroundings, allowing the sights, the sounds, and the smells to wash over you and fill you up. A cool, gentle breeze wafting through the trees caressed your skin, placing little kisses on your warm face.  

For no particular reason, your legs slowed, then stopped, and you stood silently in the middle of that little slice of paradise. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the sweet scent of flowers to fill your nostrils, then let it all out in a long, peaceful sigh. In the silence that followed, you listened to the sounds of the birds and of the other forest creatures scurrying about, wondering for a moment what sort of things they were saying to one another.  

It was as you stood there, listening to the music of nature, that you heard something peculiar mixed in with the rustling of leaves in the wind and the chirping of birds. It was a faint noise, and difficult to pick out from the symphony of sounds that filled your ears, but as you focused on it, it gradually became clearer to you. It sounded like a voice, although you couldn’t make out any words, and its tones rose and fell in an almost melodic fashion.  

Curious, you opened your eyes, looking around to identify the source of the noise. There was no one else on the trail, either ahead of or behind you, and you could not see anyone amongst the trees to either side. It took a few moments, but you eventually realized that the sound seemed to be coming from the direction of a small grove of trees a stone’s throw from the trail. Allowing the notes of that mysterious song to guide you, you carefully stepped off of the trail and made your way towards the grove.  

While the rest of the forest was fairly sparse, the trees of that little grove grew close together, their thick trunks forming a sort of wall that obscured your vision of what lay behind them. The trees did not, however, keep you from hearing the voice, which grew louder and clearer with every step you took. By the time you reached the grove, you could easily notice the feminine tone of that voice, and hear the sweet, soothing notes of the wordless song it sang. You paused only a moment, savoring the sound of it, then stepped through the wall of trees.

Nestled within that little grove was a small clearing carpeted by thick, green grass and dotted with flowers. A little stream of clear water, only several feet wide, flowed lazily through the clearing, its soft gurgle barely audible. Warm, yellow sunlight streamed through the gap in the trees, making the flowers seem brighter and the stream shimmer slightly. It was a beautiful sight, that little clearing, but you hardly noticed it, for your eyes were immediately drawn to something incomparably more beautiful.  

The mare was in the middle of the clearing, standing knee-deep in the stream. She had a willowy frame, with long, slender limbs and a thin, flat belly that led down to a set of wide, feminine hips. A beautiful coat was stretched over that nubile body, its light green color perfectly at home amongst the earthy hues of her surroundings. The long hair of her mane and tail was reddish-orange in color, and was done up into thick dreadlocks, those on her head being held in place by a yellow, flower-pattern bandana. Her face was as young and beautiful as the rest of her, but had a soothing, calming quality to it that gave her an almost motherly look.  

Under normal circumstances, that would have been all you would have been able to see of that mare, but those were far from normal circumstances, because other than the bandana that covered her head, the mare wore not one scrap of clothing that you could see. Every inch of her alluring form was laid bare before your eyes, including the small, perky teardrops that were her breasts, her round, shapely buttocks, and between her beautiful thighs, the distinctive shape of two plump lips surrounded by a bush of reddish-orange curls.  

The mare did not seem bothered by her lack of attire; if anything, she exuded a profound sense of peace and serenity, as if she were perfectly in sync with the world around her. Her eyes were closed, and her smiling lips moved slowly, humming and singing the notes of a song she seemed to be making up as she went. She moved slowly and gracefully in a sort of strange dance, turning in place, stretching her lovely limbs lazily, and occasionally leaning down to dip her hands into the water. She might have been making an attempt at bathing, although the handfuls of water she sometimes lifted up and poured over herself did little in that regard. Still, the sight of that sparkling water trickling down her damp chest, tracing the curves of her feminine body, did succeed in accentuating her exotic beauty, making her seem like some nature spirit out of legend.  

For a long while, you merely stood there silently, mesmerized by the sight of one of the most beautiful mares you had ever laid eyes on. It was not until the mare happened to turn in your direction and open her half-lidded eyes that the spell was broken. As soon as she caught sight of you, she froze and fell silent. Her serene expression melted away, replaced by one of profound puzzlement, as if she wasn’t quite sure of what she was looking at.  

You, of course, recognized what you were looking at, and the context in which you were looking at it, as soon as your wits returned to you. The shock and embarrassment of the situation hit you like a slap across the face, and you immediately blurted out a string of stammered apologies. You clamped your eyes shut and staggered backwards in reflexive courtesy, but without your sight, you were not able to see the thick tree root behind you. Your foot caught on the root, causing you to lose your balance, and before you even realized what was happening, you were sent tumbling backwards onto the ground.  

Pain shot through you as your head collided with the trunk of the tree behind you. A pained grunt passed your lips, followed by a number of other cathartic noises. You reached up and rubbed your head, detecting no worrying bumps or cuts. Still, the pain was significant, enough to make you momentarily forget your situation.  

Had you been less distracted, you might have noticed the sound of gentle splashing as the mare slowly stepped out of the stream. You might have noticed the soft crunch of grass under bare feet as she padded her way over to where you lay. You might have even noticed the sunlight being blocked as she moved to your side and stood over you.

“Woah...are you okay?” she said.

The sound of her soothing voice reached you through the pain, and you slowly opened your eyes. You looked upon her damp feet, then slowly looked upwards, following her shapely legs. You blushed as your eyes fell upon her lower lips, remembering your embarrassment. Your eyes quickly moved up her stomach, past her breasts, before falling upon her face. There was no trace of anger in those big, purple eyes of hers, nor even embarrassment; her expression would have been as serene as earlier, had it not been for the clear sense of concern visible in those features.  

“I didn’t mean to startle you, friend,” she said. “That’s, like...totally not what I’m about.” She spoke in a slow, serene voice, her words flowing from her lips like the water of the gentle stream she had just stepped out of.  

You, however, were far from serene at that moment. You shut your eyes again, and apologized profusely for your invasion of her privacy. You fell silent when you felt the gentle touch of a hand upon your cheek, its warm softness seeming to melt away your troubles.  

“Hey. Relax. It’s all good,” she said.

The first hand was joined by another, and together, they gently turned your head towards her.  

“Open your eyes,” she said. “Look.”

Despite the strangeness of the situation, you felt compelled to follow the command, so disarming were the sweet tones of her voice. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, and you looked upon her beautiful form once again. She was kneeling down on the grass by your side, cupping your head in her hands. You tried to keep your eyes on her smiling face, but they couldn’t help but dart down to sneak quick peeks at the rest of her every once in a while; she didn’t seem to mind.  

When you found your voice, you attempted to convey the embarrassment of the situation.  

The mare’s smile widened, and she chuckled softly. “No creature wears clothes out here in the woods, silly,” she said. “The birds don’t wear clothes. The squirrels don’t wear clothes. The bears don’t wear clothes. It doesn’t bother them if ponies don’t wear clothes too, so don’t let it bother you.”

You attempted to come up with a response to that, but before you could speak, the mare gently pulled your head closer, until your face was mere inches from the soft, damp flesh of her breasts. Her hands moved over your scalp, her delicate fingers caressing your skin.

“Let’s see…” she said.

A shiver ran through you as her fingertips lightly touched the sore spot on your head, but the sensation felt more pleasurable than painful.  

“Hmm...no bumps or bruises,” she said, “but I can already tell your chakras have been unbalanced.”

Before you could ask her what in Equestria she meant by that, she leaned your head back and looked you in the eye.  

“Don’t worry though. I’ll help you get re-centered,” she said. “Just come with me back to my camp, and I’ll help you return to a place of spiritual bliss.”

You voiced your confusion at her strange words, but she merely smiled and took your hands. She slowly stood up, and helped you back to your feet. When you had found your footing, she turned and walked back towards the stream, slipping on a pair of flip-flops made of woven grass that sat by the water’s edge. She then walked along the bank, heading downstream, deeper into the woods. Before she got too far, however, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder, giving you a look that was undeniably intimate and inviting, but not overtly erotic.  

You could have easily turned and walked away, out of the clearing and back to the trail. You could have forgotten about the strange mare and her talk of chakras and went on with your life. However, something compelled you to follow her, but whether it was mere curiosity at her bizarre behavior, or a much less innocent emotion, you were not sure.  

You followed behind her as she left the clearing and walked through the forest beyond. She moved casually, yet gracefully, weaving through the trees and the underbrush as if she had spent her whole life living in those woods. It was almost hypnotic to watch her, and watch her you did, for you could not help but take notice of how her beautiful body flexed and stretched with every step she took.  

Despite this, you were not completely robbed of your senses. While some would not have thought twice about following a beautiful, naked mare wherever she wished to take them, you couldn’t help but remember what you had always been told about talking to strangers. Granted, you were in one of the safest places in the safest country in the world, but there was no harm in being careful. You could at least try to learn a little bit more about the mysterious mare that had caught your eye, you thought.

You asked the mare her name.

The mare smiled back at you. “My name is Tree Hugger,” she said.

You introduced yourself as well.

“Oh, I like that name,” said Tree Hugger. “It’s so in harmony with your aura.”

You considered questioning this, but decided to just take the compliment. Instead, you asked her what she was doing there.

“I always visit the woods this time of year,” said Tree Hugger. “The natural energies here are perfect for meditating. Plus, it lets me visit all of my little animal friends who live nearby.”

Again, you felt the need to ask about her wardrobe, or lack thereof.  

Tree Hugger chuckled. “Don’t be bothered by society’s hangups, friend,” she said. “This is a free place...a safe place. There’s no judgment here.”

You supposed she had a point. It’s not like she was walking through the streets of Ponyville like that. After all, if you hadn’t gone looking for her, you probably wouldn’t have even known.

After walking through the woods for a few minutes, you both arrived at another little grove of trees. Following behind her, you stepped into the grove, and found yourself in another small clearing. The trees overhead grew closer together, keeping the light level soft and soothing, but not dim. The earth underfoot was soft, and was covered in a blanket of thick grass. A little stream of fast-flowing water ran through it, its soft gurgling pleasant to the ear. In the center of the clearing stood a small tent made of leafy green fabric. Sitting beside it were a number of objects such as a backpack, earthenware bowls filled with nuts and dried fruits, and some blankets.  

“Here we are,” said Tree Hugger with a smile. “My little corner of the world.” She looked at you, then took your hand. “Come inside, and we can get started.”  

As she led you towards her tent, you asked her again about what she planned to do with you.

“We need to bring your physical self and your spiritual self back into harmony,” said Tree Hugger. “I’ve found that the best way to do this is through a careful application of soothing physical stimuli. I’ll clear the blockages of your energy wells and help you return to a peaceful mental state.”

You considered whether you really wanted to go through with whatever odd ritual she was planning. After all, your head didn’t even really hurt anymore, and you didn’t think you really needed to be brought into harmony with yourself, or whatever it was she was talking about.  

You asked her if all of it was really necessary.

“Oh, yes!” said Tree Hugger. “It’s totally necessary.” She took both of your hands and faced you, looking into your eyes. “Trust me. I’ll take good care of you.”

Under different circumstances, hearing those words from such a beautiful mare might have given you the wrong idea. However, the look on Tree Hugger’s smiling face was just so sweet, so innocent, so sincere that you couldn’t help but trust her. You had no idea what she had planned for you, but you were certain that she truly wanted to help you with whatever it was she thought was wrong with you.

Trusting your gut, you allowed Tree Hugger to lead you to the tent and gently push you inside. Spread out on the bottom of the tent was a thick blanket with psychedelic tie-die coloration. At Tree Hugger’s command, you lied down on your back on the blanket. The grass beneath the tent was soft, yet springy, supporting you as comfortably as your mattress back home. It was quite nice, actually, and you quickly settled in.  

Smiling approvingly, Tree Hugger kicked off her shoes, then crawled into the tent herself. The tent wasn’t cramped, but it was small enough that the only way she could fit inside was to get on her hands and knees above you. Despite your relaxation, you felt a stirring as you looked up at her beautiful face and the pair of shapely breasts that hung closely enough that you could have leaned forward and pressed your face into their inviting softness.  

“Are you comfortable?” said Tree Hugger.

Blushing, you nodded your head.  

“Good,” said Tree Hugger. “Now, in order for this to work, I have to liberate you of your bodily constraints.” She gently tugged at your shirt to show what she meant. “Your body has to be free to breathe and feel the energies flowing. Are you down with that?”

Your blush intensified, but you eventually nodded your head. So enthralled were you by that point that you probably would have done anything had she asked it of you.  

Tree Hugger smiled, then looked down at your clothing. She slowly lowered herself down and sat upon your thighs, her exposed loins coming dangerously close to your own. She placed her gentle hands on your chest, then moved them down to grasp the bottom of your shirt. She slowly lifted up your shirt, exposing your stomach, your chest, then finally pulling your shirt over your head and off of you. If she recognized the potential eroticism of the situation, she did not show it, her face as serenely calm as ever.

After placing your shirt aside, Tree Hugger got on her hands and knees again and crawled backwards a bit, kneeling between your legs. She gently grasped one leg at a time and got to work removing your shoes and socks, setting them aside as well. As she leaned forward, reaching for your belt, you gulped, but did not stop her. In no time at all, she had your belt unbuckled and your shorts unzipped. She gave you a tender, loving look as she slipped her fingers under the waistband of your underwear, then slowly pulled both them and your shorts down your legs.  

You felt an undeniable thrill as your body was bared by the strange mare you had only met just a short while ago. You weren’t exactly accustomed to exposing yourself to strangers way out in the woods, so doing so then excited you in more ways than one. At the same time, there was something oddly freeing about being naked in public, if “public” was truly the right word. You supposed Tree Hugger was right about that at least.

While relaxing in some ways, there was one detail that added a bit of tension to the experience. It should come as no surprise that, after observing Tree Hugger’s incredibly alluring body, then getting to feel her gentle, intimate touches, your own body responded as it did. While you knew, or at least thought you knew, that her intentions were noble, your body had evidently made its own assumptions about what would be coming next. As such, by the time your last garments were removed, you were already standing tall and proud down below, your needy flesh aching in anticipation.  

You feared what Tree Hugger might say when she caught sight of you in that state. The mare was obviously free-spirited, but just how far did that mindset extend? You didn’t have to wait long for an answer, for after she had set aside your clothes, Tree Hugger crawled back over you, getting a good look at everything along the way. While she clearly took notice of your stiff flesh, she evidently regarded it with no more significance than any other part of you, her serene smile not wavering as she once again positioned herself above you.  

“Can you feel the energies now?” said Tree Hugger.  

You could certainly feel something, but you responded with a simple affirmative.

“Good,” said Tree Hugger. “Let’s get started then.” She lowered herself down onto your thighs again, her soft, warm skin pressing against your own. She reached up and grasped your head, stroking you softly. “Close your eyes. Relax. Lose yourself in the soothing vibrations of the universe.”

You did your best to follow her first two commands, although you weren’t sure about the third. You took slow, deep breaths, savoring the earthy scent that permeated the air. Before long, the thrill of your situation began to dissipate, and you felt the waters of your mind calming, although your body remained ready for action.  

You felt Tree Hugger’s fingers move across your face, the mare drawing invisible lines on your skin with her soft fingertips. There was barely any pressure to her touch as she caressed your cheeks, your chin, your lips, and your forehead. She then wandered further back, giving the same treatment to your ears, your temples, and your scalp. The little tingles of sensation you felt from being touched in such an odd manner were unfamiliar, but in no way unpleasant.  

It came as a surprise when you felt her blow a gentle stream of cool air onto your warm skin, but the effect had you sighing in pleasure. She continued her soothing exhalations, teasing your features with her breath as well as her fingers. In addition to this tactile stimulation, she also pleasured your other senses, moaning softly into your ears in a chaste fashion. When she got close, the tips of her long dreadlocks tickled your skin, and you could smell the scent of flowers and sunshine on them.  

Tree Hugger did not linger there forever, and eventually began to move down your body, slowly but surely. Her fingers ran up and down your neck, then moved to your collarbone and to your shoulders. Your arms came next, and she spent a long while stroking and squeezing the muscles of them on her way down to your hands. These, she gave special attention to, gently playing with your fingers, caressing your palms, and even placing soft kisses on your knuckles.  

Her hands eventually made their way to your chest, where she continued her strange massage. Her fingers wandered to and fro over the breadth of your pecs, and she took the time to lightly caress your nipples, sending tingles of pleasure shooting through your flesh. When she moved downward to your stomach, a part of your mind realized that she was nearing the stiff, throbbing shaft that lay there. You waited in anticipation, half-fearing and half-hoping that those soft, gentle fingers of hers might graze your aching flesh, but though she came dangerously close on several occasions, you never felt that tender touch there.

You were breathing heavily by the time she finally finished with your stomach, Tree Hugger having almost overwhelmed you with sensual pleasure using just her fingertips and a few well-placed breaths. She wasn’t done yet, however, and when she was satisfied with your top half, she carefully spun around, facing your feet, then sat back down. You cracked your eyes, looking down at her wide hips and her beautifully round bottom resting on your thighs, just a few short inches from your shaft. As you felt her hands on your legs, you leaned back and closed your eyes again.

Tree Hugger gave just as much attention to your legs as she had your arms, leaving long, slow strokes upon your weary limbs. Your muscles had grown tired from walking through the woods, but before long, you could feel the tension in them melting away under her touch. She didn’t even work your body that hard, squeezing your thighs, your calves, and your feet no more firmly than one would a touch a lover, but the effect was undeniable. Part of you wondered whether her talk of energies and chakras might have had some grain of truth to it.  

You had already lost track of how long you had been lying there in that tent, savoring the pleasure of Tree Hugger’s touch. Whether it had been whole hours or mere minutes, you didn’t know, and you didn’t particularly care. You were in no hurry to escape her tender, soothing touch, and silently wished that it might go on forever.  

Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, especially not the good things. After an unknown amount of time, you finally felt Tree Hugger’s hands leave your lower extremities, and felt the mare turning around again. Your eyes fluttered open, and you watched as she sat down upon you, then leaned forward, bringing her face within inches of yours. She smiled that soothing smile of hers, and met your half-lidded gaze with her own.  

“How do you feel?” said Tree Hugger, whispering so softly that you barely heard her.

You lacked the words to convey just how thoroughly relaxed you were. Stresses that you hadn’t even realized you had been carrying had vanished, as if they had never been. Your muscles had gone as limp and soft as noodles, and you felt like you were floating in a pool of warm liquid pleasure.  

You gulped, then replied as best you could.

Tree Hugger’s smile widened. “Wonderful,” she said. “I’m glad to see you so at peace. I did my best to clear your energy wells and restore your spiritual flow...although…” Her eyes wandered downward, towards the one part of your body that was not so restful. “I think you might still have some pent-up energy that needs to be released.”

Your earlier concerns returned to you, and you began to apologize on behalf of your body.  

Tree Hugger softly shushed you, pressing a finger to your lips. “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s perfectly natural. Don’t let it harsh your mellow.” She grasped your head, and softly caressed your cheeks. “I’d rather not send you off like this, especially since it’s probably my fault you’ve got all that tension down there. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to tend to yourself before you go...or if you’d prefer...I could help you.”

The wholesome, motherly intimacy you saw in Tree Hugger’s big, beautiful eyes was quickly replaced by intimacy of a much different kind. You throbbed reflexively.  

“I think I’d do a much better job of releasing all of that bottled-up energy,” said Tree Hugger. As she said this, the leaned in so close that you felt the tips of her little, pink nipples graze your chest, and felt her warm breaths upon your face. “What do you say? Would you like to share yourself with me?”

You had no words to convey just how badly you wanted that beautiful, loving, and incredibly sexy mare to continue her ministrations, how badly you wanted to feel her soft, warm skin on the one place she had not yet touched. Your body responded on your behalf, raising your head and pressing your lips against hers in a passionate, needy kiss.  

Without missing a beat, Tree Hugger responded in kind, closing her eyes and leaning into the kiss. Her plush, feminine lips felt so heavenly pressed against your own that you couldn’t help but moan softly into her mouth. She, too, voiced her enjoyment, moaning sensually as she pressed your head back against the blanket. The two of you parted your lips and allowed your eager tongues to rush forth and come together in a tender, intimate embrace. With your lips locked to hers, there was nothing to stop her tongue from swirling and twirling around your own in a manner that reminded you of the odd dance she had done back at the stream.  

You two quickly lost yourself in your kiss, allowing the smoldering passion of it to spread throughout your bodies. Tree Hugger’s slender arms snaked around your neck, and she embraced your head, running her fingers through your hair. At the same time, you reached up and wrapped your arms around her thin waist, squeezing her possessively. Her soft chest squished against your much harder chest, and you felt her nipples growing harder against your skin. The most pleasurable moment of all, however, came when she scooted forward, and you felt the incredible softness of a set of slick, silken lips and a bush of downy curls on your throbbing, aching shaft.

Both of you moaned reflexively as the meeting of your needy flesh sent a jolt of pleasure shooting through you both, up to the tops of your heads and down to the tips of your toes. The pleasure only grew as Tree Hugger slowly moved her hips back and forth, grinding herself against the rock-hard length of your member. She soon had you throbbing near-constantly, and you had her leaking her warm juices all over you. Your combined moans grew so frequent and so passionate that they eventually broke the seal of your lips, and you were forced to end your kiss to vent them. The two of you cracked your eyes, and met each others’ lustful gazes.  

“Oh...oh, you,” Tree Hugger moaned softly. “How do you want me? How would you like to join with me?” A particularly eager thrust from Tree Hugger made you both moan. “Would you like me to...use my hands...squeeze all that energy out of you? Or would you rather...rather I use my mouth...so I can taste your love nectar? Or...if you want...you could use that big...beautiful foalmaker of yours...for what it was made for.”

Even through the thick haze of lust clouding your mind, you understood the implication of her words. Your eyes widened, but she merely smiled.

“That’s right, lover,” said Tree Hugger. “If you want...you can put a foal in me. I...I’m ready for it. I’ve been watching the creatures of the forest for so long...watching them bring their beautiful little babies into the world. It’s...It’s time I join them. It’s time I bring a precious little life into the world...and I’d love it if you helped me.

“I know the...the universe has only just brought us together...but I already feel a connection to you. I can feel your aura. I can tell you’d be...the perfect baby daddy for my foals...kind...gentle...loving. I also...wouldn’t mind if my foals looked like you too. You’d be my perfect mate...and my perfect soulmate. We could stay together and...love each other every day. We could love each other...love the world...and when our little foal comes...we could love them...together. So...what do you say? You want to be a daddy? You want to...make me a mommy?”

Tree Hugger’s tender words flowed into your mind, and you suddenly saw your life flash before your eyes, the life you could have with that strange, yet enthralling mare that fate had brought you together with. You saw yourself waking up in the morning, her smiling face next to yours. You saw yourself falling asleep in her arms after a night of passionate lovemaking. You saw her hand clasped in yours as you two explored the natural beauty of the world. You saw fresh fruits straight from the vine, carefree swims in warm rivers, and long cuddle sessions on cool nights. You saw her little belly growing larger and rounder as she prepared to bring your foals into the world. You saw these and a million other happy, fulfilling moments, moments that were only a short breeding session away.

It was the easiest decision you had ever made.  

Your hands quickly moved to her foalbearing hips, sinking your fingers into their soft flesh. You locked eyes with her and let out a deep, hungry growl befitting of a wild stud. Tree Hugger gasped as you raised her hips, allowing your throbbing cock to spring up off of your stomach and point directly at her dripping folds. The soon-to-be-broodmare, reading your intentions clearly, moaned in rapturous joy, and quickly reached down to grasp your shaft. You grunted as you felt her soft fingers wrap around your aching flesh, then carefully angle you towards her entrance. A drop of her warm juices dripped down onto your tip, mingling with a bead of pre that welled up there. You both shuddered as you felt your tip make contact with her awaiting lips, the meeting of hard and soft flesh making you both gasp from pleasure.  

She looked into your eyes, and you looked right back. You stared long and hard into the eyes of your lover, your future broodmare, and maybe even your soulmate. You didn’t know if she was right about the universe bringing you both together; you didn’t know if she was right about all of the mystic mumbo-jumbo she had been talking about, but there was one thing you knew without a doubt: you wanted her. You wanted to hold her, you wanted to touch her, and you wanted her to touch you back. You wanted to kiss her, and love her, and be with her for every happy moment of the rest of your lives. You figured that was enough.  

Ever-so-slowly, you lowered Tree Hugger down onto you. Both of you moaned and grunted as your head pressed against her dripping folds, forcing its way between her lips and right up to her entrance. There was a tense moment as the various forces at play reached equilibrium, and you sat precariously perched at the doorstep. The moment ended when Tree Hugger grabbed your shoulders, gave you a wild, animalistic look, then pushed her hips downward, forcing you through the gate and into her inner sanctum.  

The wave of pleasure that slammed into you was so intense that you almost reached your climax right then and there. The velvety flesh of her inner walls squeezed your head so tightly, and yet was so sopping wet that you could not help but slide ever-further in. You fought to hold onto that blissful peace that Tree Hugger had spent so long giving you as the two of you worked together to consummate your new bond. She lowered her hips, and you pulled her along, and inch by throbbing inch, your cock was swallowed up, every minute movement sending yet more pleasure arcing through you. It was not until every last bit of you had been wrapped in her tight embrace, and you felt her hips press against your own that you were given a moment to breathe.  

That moment did not last long, however, for even as you both tried to catch your breath, your needy bodies compelled you to continue. Bracing herself, Tree Hugger slowly pushed herself back upwards, eliciting bestial moans from both of you as your shaft, now slick with her juices, was forcibly pulled from her depths. You both quivered and quaked as the sliding of your flesh against hers once again bathed you both in pleasure, until she had risen so high that only your head remained nestled within her. You took a deep breath, locked eyes with your mate, and together, you brought her hips careening back down onto yours, sending you plummeting back into her at rapid speed. Tree Hugger’s peaceful woodland home was filled with the sound of bestial howls, howls which grew louder and wilder as you two repeated the cycle over and over and over again.

You couldn’t remember afterwards how long you two spent like that, slamming your hips together in an unabashed display of primal passion. The rhythmic slapping of your hips against hers was loud, but not nearly as loud as the sensual sounds that flowed from Tree Hugger’s lips: moans, grunts, wails of ecstasy, squeals of delight, and every other lewd noise a mare was capable of making. You gladly added to that symphony of sexuality, growling and grunting like a true alpha male as you claimed your mate.

With every sensational second that passed, you both grew even further inflamed by your shared passion. Tree Hugger proved to be a very animated lover, sometimes sitting up straight and throwing her head back as she slammed herself down onto you, sometimes leaning forward to embrace you as she eagerly humped her hips against yours. You freely explored her body as she writhed atop you, squeezing her soft buns, running your fingers through her long tail, cupping her breasts in your hands and squeezing firmly. She gave you a wild, sloppy kiss and moaned into your mouth as you teased her rock-hard nipples, carefully pinching and pulling those sensitive little nubs.  

You gradually lost yourself to sexual ecstasy, your mind drowned in a torrent of hot, bubbling lust through which only your most primal, animalistic thoughts managed to filter. You didn’t care if your union was unconventional, unwise, or even scandalous. The laws of polite society did not apply to two wild animals such as yourselves. You were a male, and you had found yourself a wet and willing female to make your own. The only thing that nature demanded of a male like you, of a stud like you, is that you pump your little broodmare full of enough hot, sticky baby batter to give her all the foals she wanted, and maybe even a few more on top of that; that was a rule you could get behind.  

Feeling yourself pushed nearer and nearer to your oncoming climax, you prepared to fulfill your duty as Tree Hugger’s mate. Your strong hands made their way to her hips, grasping them firmly. At the same time, you braced your feet against the ground. By the time Tree Hugger realized what you were doing, she had only enough time to gasp in fear and overwhelming desire. With a grunt of effort, you sent your hips shooting upwards like a rocket, just as you forcefully pulled her big breeding hips back down.  

The loud slap of flesh against flesh sounded out like booming thunder, accompanied by a long, feminine wail of mind-blowing ecstasy. You immediately continued your passionate assault, slamming into her with ever-increasing strength and ferocity. Your hips were a blur of motion, and your ears were drowned in a never-ending stream of erotic noises. Every second pushed you higher and higher up the mountain of pleasure building up beneath you, until your impending climax was within arm’s reach.  

You didn’t pause, you didn’t stop, and you didn’t hesitate. You hurtled towards the finish line at top speed, pulling your little wild broodmare along with you. You looked up at her, and she looked down at you, and with one final, climactic thrust, you threw yourselves over the edge together.

Two bestial cries pierced the air as you plunged every inch of yourself back into her, deep enough for your tip to gently kiss the entrance to her unprotected womb. Your muscles tensed, your eyes clamped shut, and your balls clenched, sending a heaping helping of virile seed shooting all the way up your length in the blink of an eye. Mind-melting pleasure arced through you like lightning as you unleashed everything you had into her fertile body, flooding her depths with enough liquid love to have impregnated her a hundred times over.  

All the while, Tree Hugger shivered and shook atop you, gripping your shoulders tightly, as if she feared she would be blown away by the sheer force of your shared climax. She wasn’t going anywhere, thankfully, and neither were you. Nothing stooped you two from enjoying every last spine-tingling, toe-curling, brain-frying second of ecstasy you gave each other. You reveled in the thrill of the moment, fighting to pump more and more into her, even as she squeezed you like a vice in an effort to milk you dry. You gave it your all, pushing yourself to the furthest extent of your endurance, until at last you two could go no further, and your weary bodies were spent.  

After letting out a final grunt of exertion, you collapsed down onto the ground, your body going as limp as a rag doll. You sucked in huge lungfuls of air to cool your burning muscles. The thick, warm blanket of your afterglow smothered your mind, but you were faintly aware of when Tree Hugger fell forward onto you, resting her head on your shoulder. You felt her soft, sweaty body lying atop you, and felt the occasional twitch of her muscles as aftershocks of ecstasy shot through her. Neither of you had the strength to embrace one another, yet the mere touch of chest against chest, of head against head, was more than enough for you both in that beautiful moment.  

Slowly, gradually, the moment faded. The strength returned to your noodley limbs, and your breathing calmed. Your eyes fluttered open, and you stared up at the top of the tent above you. As your mental faculties returned, you became aware of the mare lying on top of you on more than just a physical level. You turned your head to look upon her wearily blissful face, pressing your forehead to hers and booping her cute little snoot. Tree Hugger’s eyelids slowly parted, and she stared at you with that half-lidded gaze of hers. She smiled weakly, then stretched out her lips to plant a gentle kiss upon your own. You returned the smooch, then pulled back, feeling the warm breaths flow back and forth between your mouth and hers.  

You knew some wouldn’t approve. You knew some would find what you had done there that day unacceptable on multiple levels. Heck, if someone had told you that morning what you would soon be doing, you would have called them crazy.  

You didn’t care about any of that in that moment. Whether it was the post-coital bliss talking, or whether your beautiful mate’s unconventional demeanor was starting to rub off on you, you couldn’t bring yourself to be anything but wholly and completely at peace with where your life had taken you. You had a sweet, caring, happy little mare to call your own, to be by your side, and to share the rest of your long life with. You could see the love in those beautiful eyes of hers, and you had every intention of returning that love tenfold.  

You slowly raised your arms and put them around her, squeezing her gently. She wrapped her arms around you as well, and nuzzled against you. The scents of sex, of sweat, and of her soft mane filled your lungs as your eyes fell closed once again. The rustling of trees in the wind caressed your ears, as did the gentle, rhythmic breaths of your lover.  

The two of you drifted off to sleep together in the warmth of that sunny spring afternoon, happily dreaming of the love that you would give one another when you woke.