“Ghillie Dhu”
[\ Play Phantom ‘Peep’ Recording A-133-T-752: Fluttershy / Tree]

Hell is not metaphorical. It is a place.

A place concealed in the treeline overlooking the quaint little postcard town of colourful ponies. A place between shadow under the thick foliage and the merciless, burning sun. A place among the tall grass and the crickets croaking out their last chirps before spontaneously combusting into little, short lived puffs of flame.

With the alicorn sisters in heat, the weather suffered. Daytime was hotter than normal. Night time was wintery frigid.

And while Princess Celestia was suffering the heat of day in more ways than what was obvious, the phantoms of foxtrot team had to do the same. They were sat on the edge of Ponyville, concealed in the tall grass just beyond the relieving shade of the treeline, ghillied up from the boots to the head and aiming camouflaged telescopic lenses at the town.

Jared sighed slowly and softly. It was a gesture his drill instructor back at sniper school would have chewed him out for. But among a civilian organisation, even one as covert and tightly run as the phantoms there was enough leniency for him to get a little sloppy. Very slowly his left hand abandoned the supporting position under the lens of his camera and he reached up, exposed fingertips blackened with dirt and camo-paint wiping a few droplets of sweat glistening on his forehead. It was a little relief from the tickling sensation of cold drops tracing an agonising snail’s trail down his skin.

Sitting in a typical sniper’s shooting stance, the ghillie suit made Jared Crowley look more like a tree than a human on the wrong side of twenty-five. Foliage both natural and artificial bulwarked his whole body from the neck down to his boots. His hands were covered in fingerless gloves, any exposed skin on the ends of his fingers, wrists and even his face grubby with a mask of dark green and black paint. He had a hood pulled up over his head, bits of leaves and string dangling over his face like a heavy-metal hairdo to complete the illusion he was an innocent cluster of grass watching Ponyville’s western side.

Beside Jared was movement, and shifting his eyes slightly he saw the prone figure in the grass reach back and scratch himself through his thick, insulated trousers. The team leader Foxtrot-actual was like Jared, ex-military. He would have normally sat completely still while concealed, but like with young Crowley had allowed a little civilian leniency to take hold.

He too was ghillied up to the nines, insulating his body under the merciless sun. Their camouflage gave them no reprieve, and there wasn’t even a relieving breeze to snake through the exposed parts of what was best described as a ‘woodland camouflaged arctic survival suit.’ He was laying prone, the camo-wrapped telescopic lens parting the grass at the crest of the knoll slightly and a wire-mesh over the glass preventing a sun-glare from giving away his position.

This situation, this position, concealed to the casual eye but at the mercy of the sun – this was their own little personal slice of hell. And Foxtrot-12 was their tormentor.

“Morning, fuckers,” sang Rigel’s bright and fresh voice on the squad’s communicators.

Foxtrot-actual sighed deeply. “Good morning, Twelve,” Foxy-ac whispered patiently.

“What’s got you hitters out at oh-eight-crazy? Cuz’ I just had an epic lie in.”

Going by the assumption he was joking around with them, Jared chuckled into his microphone. “Thanks for sharing, sir.”

That turned Rigel bitter though, making him to scoff hard into his microphone back home in mission control. “Hey, don’t call me ‘sir,’ new guy. I work for a living.”

“Whoa, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning, Rige?” Foxtrot-03’s Texan accent drawled. Tex’s voice was only heard on the comms, Jared didn’t even know where he was concealed. But he knew the man was out there somewhere, watching with Foxtrot-02 concealed by his side.

“He’s pissed off because the Cadence observation has been put on hold for the next month,” Foxtrot-02 explained through pursed lips. Crispy was probably balancing his cardboard tray as he rolled a cigarette instead of holding his camera.

“Oh, that’s right.” Jared smiled. “You guys told me Twelve has a crush on Princess Cadence.”

“I’m just saying, even though Shining Armour is in the dog-house, there’s still peeps to be gathered.” And as if only then realising what Jared had said, Rigel added loudly, “I do not have a crush!”

Crispy chuckled. “No, of course not. Crushes are cute. ‘Stalker’ is more your style, Rige.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you all. I hope you choke in those hot-ass ghillie suits.”

That comment was definitely a joke judging by Rigel’s tone. But all the same, Jared was choking in his sweaty ghillie suit, and an important question came to light. “I’ve been meaning to ask about that, sir. Why is there only one invisibility cloak in foxtrot team? The phantom training manual said each phantom is assigned one.”

Foxy-ac literally rolled onto his side and looked over his shoulder at the younger phantom, his confused frown visible through the camouflage and his bushy beard entwined with twigs and grass. “We have a training manual?”

“You wanna know how to get an invisibility cloak, kid?” Rigel asked.

“Yeah.”

“SUCK A DICK!” the whole squad, Foxy-ac included, whispered, joining their voices as one to almost deafen the new guy.

“That’s how I got mine,” Rigel assured.

“Rige does give good head,” Tex admitted.

Jared gave a queasy burp. “I hope you’re joking.”

“I guess you find out tonight, eh new guy?” Crispy chuckled suggestively through the cigarette lodged in his mouth.

“Alight, calm down, foxtrot.” Foxtrot-actual was chuckling with a shake of his head. “Give Kidd some breathing space. Remember how much shit you had flung at you on your first day, Twelve?”

“I still have nightmares.” Rigel paused then snorted loudly. “Mind you, my first op was to gather peeps on Nightmare Moon, so no surprise there.”

“Are you always assigned peep ops, Twelve?” Jared asked curiously, feeling better as he realised everybody was joking with each other. He chalked up the lack of invisibility cloaks to go around to stretched resources rather than fellating skills.

“It’s complicated, Kidd. Don’t worry your fuzzy little head. I gotta get briefed for observation tonight. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Later, Twelve.”

As Rigel left the comms, Foxy-ac gave a sigh. “Doesn’t look like anypony’s coming out to play. Stand down for now, foxtrot.”

“Way ahead of you, boss,” Crispy stated, the click of his lighter clear on the comms.

“You better not be lighting up, Two.”

There was a pause before Crispy hummed thoughtfully. “Ummm… no?”

Inching his arms down, Jared lowered his camera and relaxed. But he kept his eyes fixed on the little cottage just on the edge of town, between the Everfree Forest tree-line and Ponyville. A little house known famously as ‘Fluttershy’s Cottage,’ home to the nicest pony in all of Equestria.

Though, that might be an exaggerated term since most ponies of Equestria were pretty nice. Of course there were your run of the mill douche-bags mixing things up, but on the whole those were way less common than they were on Earth. It had been a bit of a shock to Jared’s system to be honest, seeing so many individuals be so nice to each other. It almost seemed kind of wrong for there to be point-five-percent crime and no war or other grand scale conflict to speak of.

What made it even more incredible was the fact ponies were so nice all the time despite the harsh environment they live in. The fauna, and in some cases flora, was hyper-lethal in Equestria. There were magic wolves make of wood that could re-constitute themselves. Among the other nasties – to list only a few – were manticores, hydra, dragons, cockatrice… I could go on naming things in Equestria that could kill/eat/rape/maim you, but that’d get boring.

TL;DR, Equestria was a dangerous place. But like the Irish, ponies seemed to have a ‘sure it’ll be grand’ sort of mentality. Their economy was good. Life wasn’t too hard. And everypony had friends. So it wasn’t all bad.

Jared’s moment of short reflection ended with a crackle in his ear. The communicator always did that, buzzing a little as the speakers came out of stand-by mode to save battery power and began broadcasting the incoming message.

“Foxtrot-actual; this is Phantom-actual,” a woman’s sharp voice broadcasted on the squad channel. “How does it look, over?”

“All quiet on the Fluttershy-front. Break.” Foxy-ac twisted the zoom-dial of his camera lens a little, blowing up the image of the cottage in his viewfinder. Observing for a few seconds he slowly zoomed out again. “She’s inside, curtains drawn. I think she isn’t coming out today. Over.”

“Affirmative, foxtrot. Stand by for new intel,” Phantom-actual announced. “Sources state that Fluttershy may be in heat. Phantom-actual wants positive confirmation before green-lighting a peep-observation. We need a volunteer, over.”

Before anyone could even react, Jared was volunteering. “God, yes. I’ll do it, just so long as I get to do something! Foxtrot-thirteen is ready to move, ma’am. Over.”

“Thirteen; obtain visual confirmation of intel on Fluttershy and send verbal report.” Phantom-actual didn’t seem to even pause or consider other volunteers. “Zero contact, how copy?”

“Solid copy. Foxtrot-thirteen, out.”

“You sure ‘bout this, Kidd?” Crispy asked putting away his cigarette and propping up his camera again. “Looks risky,” he assessed, peering through the viewfinder.

Jared chuckled with a shrug as he started dropping non-essential gear for this little recce. “Relax. I’m an ex-Force Recon Marine. What could possibly go wrong?”

Crispy snorted. “Famous. Last. Words. Tex, you got a better view of the road leading into Ponyville. Let Kidd know when he’s clear to move.”

“Roger that. Coast is clear. No time like the present. Ready,” – as Tex paused, Jared hid his cameras and other non-essentials in the grass. He still had his shoulder-cam in case there was anything worth recording – “and… go!”

With just his comms and the ghillie suit weighing him down, Jared rolled to his feet and broke cover with a dash. One minute he was a bush, the next he was a swamp-thing with his head lowered into a desperate roadie-run like had had several gun barrels pointed at him.

A dozen metres from the garden the human dropped on all fours and scrambled up the steep hill the cottage sat on before crouching stock still against the cottage wall. Breathing hard from the short run, he very slowly craned his neck to look left and right, clearing the garden inch by inch before looking up at the window just above his head.

“Take a breath, Kidd,” Foxy-ac whispered. “You’re clear.”

Catching his breath as ordered, Jared slowly reached up and with one hand on the windowsill pulled himself to his feet. Peering through the camouflage hanging over his eyes, the human cocked his head, trying to spy through the drawn curtains.

He had little luck. “Curtains are drawn. I’m trying the door.”

“Be careful,” Foxtrot-actual said as Jared hopped over the picket garden fence.

Jared double checked he wasn’t leaving any distinct tracks before crossing the lawn, keeping the cottage outer wall tight against his shoulder.

The cottage door was a miniaturised stable variety. The kind that was popular in farmhouses where the top and bottom half moved independently of each other. Centred on the top door was a little heart-shaped window as was all the craze in the sickly sweet Equestria architecture. Taking the latch in both hands, he gently squeezed the thumb-lever and opened it up with a miniature click of metal.

In response the door silently swung open a few centimetres.

“Door’s unlocked. I’m just going to take a-…”

“Grrrrrrr…”

Foxtrot-13 stopped dead at the sound of a growl. It was low at first, like a rumbling stomach. And even though it was at first docile and pathetic sounding, the human still breathed out a pained, “uh-oh.”

Stuck holding the door like he’d been caught with a hand in the cookie jar, Jared very slowly stepped aside and turned on the spot. In front of him was a hulking four-legged creature, long fur, a bushy teeth and lips peeled back into a carnivorous snarl.

Growling at him was the biggest Alsatian Jared had ever seen. He had more in common with a wild bear than he did with a dog, complete with bushy tan coloured fur and enormous killing teeth.

“Oh, shit,” the young man whispered.

“Not lookin’ good, is it?” Crispy sighed as he got eyes on the dog too.

“Um…” Jared was wondering whether he should actually say something in reply or try to calm the dog down. He chose the latter, gently reaching out with one hand to the Alsatian. “Nice doggie?”

The dog answered with an angry bark, as if warning the alien not to make another move. But freeze was something Jared didn’t do as he fearfully withdrew his hand, breaking into a fresh sweat that had nothing to do with the hot weather.

“Run dude,” was Crispy’s ingenious suggestion.

And Jared didn’t need telling twice.

Only he didn’t make a break for the hills. There was barely any time to make it over the garden fence again, the dog would have had him for breakfast before he could get even one leg over. So Jared did the only thing he could to escape without being perforated by canine teeth. He tore open the cottage door and stumbled inside, slamming the door shut again.

The whole door shuddered as the Alsatian ran into it, desperately barking and clawing at the wood as Jared stumbled back a few steps.

At the same time he realised he’d run headlong into a pony’s home without appropriate camouflage or at the very least looking before he leapt. He stood out in the open in the middle of the quaint little cottage like a tree growing in the middle of a city.

Turning on the spot, Jared felt his blood run cold as he looked down slightly at the lone figure standing before him.

She was framed in the kitchen archway, her big green eyes wide and twinkling with surprise. Her pink mane fell down over one half of her face, cutely hiding part of her shy expression. The pegasus was covered in a light butter yellow coat with identical coloured feathers in the wings neatly folded to her sides.

Fluttershy stared at the ghillied up human, and Jared stared right back. All his training, all his experience and all his swagger… the phantom could only think to say one thing.

“Aw, rats.”

“Well said.”

[>> F-fwd >> F-fwd >> F-fwd >>]

They couldn’t have been standing there staring at each other for more than a minute. But to Jared it felt like an hour. He was completely left for words. He was out in the open, no cover, no chance in hell of just going to ground and hoping Fluttershy thought he was a figment of her imagination.

She had him dead-to-rights.

But instead of running screaming into Ponyville, telling everypony there was an alien swamp-monster-looking creature in her house, she stayed rooted to the spot. Jared was similarly rooted – that term made all the more hilarious by the fact his suit made him look like a tree.

And then her lips parted, her mouth working up to saying something. Jared winced. Here it comes, he thought, expecting hysterical screaming.

“Hello,” the pegasus greeted lightly.

Jared blinked a few times, wondering if he’d heard that right. A simple, un-extraordinary greeting. Short, to the point and quite relevant the more Jared thought about it. So he returned the gesture.

“Hi,” he greeted back lightly, confirming he spoke the same language as the pony.

That had always been curious to Jared, how ponies were trans-galactic creatures from another world but humans actually spoke the same language as they did. And not just the same style of speech, but the same language – English out of all the hundreds of languages and dialects that could have been used.

And as interesting as linguistic likeness between Equestria and Earth was, it was also highly irrelevant.

Fortunately, Fluttershy shook Jared out of his train of thought when she spoke again, this time taking a careful step forward and looking at him sideways. “Are you some kind of alien creature?” she asked softly.

Despite the low volume, it seemed Crispy still heard her clearly. “Uh-oh. She’s on to you.”

Ignoring him, Jared quickly shook his head, waving his hands at the pegasus in a ‘negative-on-that’ fashion. “No! No, I’m a... uh...”

“A ladyboy!” Tex said.

“A twat,” Crispy suggested.

“You’re a Shakesperian Actor,” Foxy-ac helpfully put forward.

Ignoring the fuckers who despite the FUBAR situation were absolutely loving this; Jared wasn’t quite sure what to say. Anything would do, so long as he didn’t reveal he was a human, a creature not native to Equestria – or the planet for that matter. Looking down on himself, he wondered what he even resembled… then he realised his humanity was completely covered in a foliage suit. There was only one thing he looked like. One thing he could pretend to be.

“I’m a Ghillie Dhu,” Jared explained.

Tex snorted, the sound transmitted loudly into Jared’s earpiece so clearly it sounded like the man was standing right beside him. “Nice save.”

“A Ghillie Dhu?” Fluttershy probed inquisitively with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. Clearly she’d never heard of such a thing.

“Yeah, a, uh-... a tree,” Jared simplified.

That seemed to catch Fluttershy out completely, and Jared was suddenly reminded of that time the pony had admitted to her friends on the train to Appleloosa how much she liked trees. “You’re a talking, walking tree!?” the pegasus gasped out, her expression visibly changing to a smile as her wings jolted straight up.

Feeling some of his anxiety exit stage right, Jared managed a grin, growing quite comfortable with the fibs he was spinning. On the one hand he felt bad lying to the adorably innocent pony. But on the other hand he had to cover himself, or Phantom-actual would have her sadistic way with his testicles.

“Well, not so much a tree, more so a tree ‘spirit.’ I take care of trees,” Jared explained.

Foxy-ac snickered. “You’re really good with bullshit, Kidd. You ever consider a job in marketing?”

In the meantime Fluttershy didn’t seem to live up to the personality he expected from his favourite cartoon character. There was no shred of social awkwardness, leaving a curious young mare with an excited expression.

“Really? I didn’t think there was anything other than earth-ponies who took care of trees!” Fluttershy prattled taking flight so she dashed right into Jared’s face, hovering perfectly still with her eyes level to his.

Surprised, Jared leaned back, stepping away. But with a soft flap of her wings Fluttershy stayed close enough for him to catch the scent of animal feed clinging to her coat. And no doubt she could smell the musk of forest – earth, moss and rotting wood.

“Which trees do you take care of?”

Jared paused for only a millisecond as he fabricated a whole new set of lies, slowly weaving a whole intricate backstory to this Ghillie Dhu identity… either weaving or digging himself into a hole only time would tell.

“Well, I take care of trees in the Everfree Forest. That’s probably why I’m not seen very often,” he said.

“The trees in the Everfree Forest are taken care of?”

Jared nodded his head vigerously, shaking the bits of frayed camouflage out of his face. “Oh, yeah! Someone’s gotta do it.”

Fluttershy cocked her head cutely. “Someone?”

“Well, actually somedhu,” Jared corrected. “Which is lucky because some-don’t. He-heh-he... uh... get it? Some... don’t... no, you’re right that was a terrible joke.”

With that final admission an awkward paused followed. Fluttershy slowly lowered herself to the ground, eying Jared’s camouflage suit from head to toe as the human awkwardly adjusted the chafing collar. Watching her as the pegasus started pacing around him, Jared suddenly felt all his comfort slip. He quickly felt less like an alien trying to cover up his origins and more like a morsel under the inspection of a predator.

And predatory was probably the best way to describe Fluttershy’s expression.

“So you’re… a tree,” the pony said, hovering behind Jared. Her tail whipped up and brushed the loose fibres hanging from the human’s hip as she added huskily with her eye-lids drooped seductively. “I love trees. I always wished I could be a tree. They’re so… so…” she giggled, swishing up to Jared’s front and resting her chin on his belt. “I’m not even sure what the word is. All I know is they make me quite… hot.”

Frozen in place and staring down at her, whites of his eyes made obvious surrounded by smears of dirt and foliage, Jared swallowed hard. Fluttershy was definitely having an off-day. It wasn’t right. There were a few things Jared knew to be fact.

Fact; Fluttershy was the sweetest, shyest, meekest but at the same time the most lovely pony in Equestria. Jared would know. She was his favourite pony and of all ponies he expected her to be the last one to be DTF.

But fact; a pony’s heat drove them near insane to seek out a mate unless they ‘remedied’ themselves.

Fact; Fluttershy had clearly forgotten to do any sort of ‘remedy’ing.

Final fact, and this is the important one to note; it was time to bail out.

“Well, I gotta be going. Lots of things to dhu... geddit? ‘Cuz I’m a Ghillie Dhu and I got stuff to...” Not even a chuckle from the pegasus. “Wow. Tough crowd.”

Removing her chin from his belt buckle, Fluttershy reared up onto her hind legs and planted her front hooves on his waist. But even then her face only came up to about his chest. “I’ve never met a moving, talking tree before. I wish I had.”

“That’s nice,” Jared said, trying to step back, but the pony moved with him.

“I’ve tried to talk to trees, but they never talk back. They don’t move either, meaning I have to do all the work. Out interactions are usually quite… ah, dull.” Her hooves raked down over the synthetic foliage on his suit, testing the texture as she cutely bit her bottom lip. “Though, I’m not really interested in conversation whenever I approach a tree in the state I’m in right now. The one good thing about trees, is they’re always ready.”

“Ready for what?”

Fluttershy’s smile spread. “I’m glad you asked, Ghillie. Here. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll show you.”

Jared tried to step back, but as he did, Fluttershy gave him a hard push. Before he could find his balance, the phantom’s heel caught on the edge of a chair and he tumbled over the side of the arm rest.

As he went down he reached out for support. His hand only glanced the standing lamp though. It topped over to one side, snagging on the nearest set of curtains. As it went down, so did the curtains spilling the sun into the dim room with a violent burst comparable to that of a flashbang grenade.

Jared was flat on his back as it all went down, Fluttershy landing on top of the human and straddling his waist.

“Ah! There we go. We can see in now,” Crispy announced as the sunlight spilled through the open window. As he saw the pony sitting on him, erotically bucking her hips back and forth so her crotch ground over his, the observing phantom added, “hi, Kidd. Lookin’ good there.”

As Fluttershy was absently grinding on the phantom, Jared looked around to see if there was any path of escape. Knocking the pony off him would be easy enough. But getting away would be a whole other chore.

Seeing what he was clearly plotting, the rest of the team pinged his communicator.

“Yeah, I really wouldn’t try to run, dude,” Crispy suggested. “She has wings and can out-run you.”

“Just go with it, Kidd. Maybe she’ll make you breakfast.”

Jared grimaced. They were right. If he bolted Fluttershy would likely run him down in the state she was in. And then she’d probably either have her way with him outside for all to see, or worse yet he might lead her or other ponies to the rest of foxtrot team.

Phantom-actual was going to hate this. Foxtrot-13 however was still kind of on the fence on how he felt about the whole situation.

That must have been why he didn’t attempt to struggle any further as Fluttershy managed to move aside the layers of synthetic foliage and opened the fly of his trousers. And for the pegasus to release the present hidden within wasn’t particularly hard after the zipper was clumsily torn open. Trapped in a ghillie suit under the blazing summer sun, it would have been suicide for Jared not to go ‘commando.’

With all of Fluttershy’s grinding and fidgeting, Jared had felt a stirring in his pants. So by the time she whipped out two hoof-fulls of cock, it was already partially erect. Fluttershy’s eyes were wide as she kept the human manhood gripped firmly between her front hooves, taking in the size and scent of it. Like the rest of him, she caught the musk of the forest. The smell of cut grass, moss, bark and tree sap filled her senses as she inched her nose closer to the tip of his penis.

“That’s a big, hard branch you have, Mister Dhu,” Fluttershy cooed as she lowered her head down to the base so her chin nestled between the human’s thighs.

As Jared gulped wondering what she was about to do to him, the human spotted a flash of pink. Fluttershy’s tongue slipped out of her mouth, gently raking over her lips, leaving them wet and glistening in the rays of light shining through the open window. Then like a viper she let her tongue lash out.

It made contact with the base of Jared’s cock causing the whole thing to twitch in her hooves. Fluttershy giggled, then planted another wet lick; this one long and slow. Jared shuddered as an electric spark shot through his loins at the sight and feel of Fluttershy’s broad tongue slowly raking up along him leaving a cold wet trail.

Her tongue’s ministrations worked all the way up the underside of his shaft before she locked her lips over the tip and circled the head. As she massaged Jared with her mouth she was salivating like he’d dangled a carrot in front of her… okay, that was poor phrasing – my bad.

Watching her intently, Jared saw a line of drool sneak its way past her glistening lips and slowly drip down the side of his penis. Lifting her head a little, she gave the tip a little kiss before flashing Jared a soppy grin.

Then without warning, her mouth open wide, she pitched forward and greedily engulfed the whole cock in one go like it was a piece of delicious candy. Fluttershy didn’t stop there, instantly beginning to suckle and lick, working her lips all the way down to the base of the shaft before dragging them right up to the head again. All the time her seductively narrowed eyes remained fixed on Jared’s face as if trying to examine expression through the curtain of camouflage draped over his face.

Jared, overwhelmed, watched his vision blur. With crossed eyes he froze the moment Fluttershy’s mouth assaulted him and let his head hit the floor with a dull thud. The accompanied groan was enough confirmation for Fluttershy that she was doing a good job, so she didn’t let up.

Again she slid her lips down to the base of his shaft and he felt her soft, smooth tongue cuddle the underside of his cock. The head suddenly met an obstruction, firmly planting itself in the back of Fluttershy’s throat. She gave a small gag as her eyes fell shut, but she held fast.

After a second she retreated, lapping up the excess of drool bathing Jared’s branch and swallowing before working her way down the pole again. The process repeated with another little gag, and she felt Jared twitch under her body.

Smiling into his erection she felt his hips thrust a little, his body growing more eager with each passing moment. When she slid up again, she opened her mouth a little and swirled her tongue over his sensitive tip before working her lips down the shaft again, repeating the basic motions faster and faster like she was growing more desperate to get to his creamy centre.

Little did she know, if Fluttershy kept up her rate the creamy centre would come to her, not the other way around. Jared groaned, arching his back a little as he grew closer to climax. Fluttershy was far better at this than she was supposed to be. The Fluttershy he knew and loved was an embodiment of inhibition. She had shy in her name for crying out loud.

Who would have known she’d be princess of blowjobs?

As quickly and as enthusiastically as she had begun, she stopped, lifting her head and mouth clear of the Ghillie Dhu’s primary reproduction branch with a wet pop. A trail of saliva running from the corner of her mouth down her chin, Fluttershy grinned proudly as Jared managed to lift his head and look at her.

Flashing him a flirtatious wink, the pony pressed his wet erection against her face, rubbing the crook of her muzzle against the shaft. “Are you ready to get to begin, Ghillie?

Jared managed a scoff. “Begin? What have we been doing thus far?”

Fluttershy giggled as she crawled off him. Turning around she lowered her chest to the floor and presented her slim flanks for Jared’s inspection. Slowly and with subtle seduction, she smiled back at the human and wagged her hips from side to side. the motion caused her tail to lift up and hang to one side, presenting a pink line breaking up her yellow fur.

Her nether lips were swollen to the point they were parting practically on their own to reveal the velvety flesh within. The sound of it caused Jared’s loins to almost literally growl with hunger.

“I’m sick of always doing the work whenever I rut trees. I want… no! I need you to take me! Make me your little rut-toy.”

The human coughed. Who was this pony and what the hell had she done with Fluttershy!?

Jared looked between the waiting mare and the window, wondering if he had enough energy for a sprint.

“She still has wings,” Crispy reminded.

“And she can still out-run you,” Tex added.

The phantom sighed as he sat up properly. What was it his buddies from the marines would advise him to do? Oh, right! Fuck her right in the axe-wound.

Here goes nothing, Jared thought to himself as he rolled to his knees and shuffled into position.

Sitting on his knees he was at a comfortable rutting height. Though it took a little one-handed manipulation to line his cock-head up with Fluttershy’s slit. Pressing the head against her soft flesh, Fluttershy let out a small, almost impatient moan.

He felt her snatch muscles relax and her opening gently yield to him. The soft walls receded and almost seemed to suck him in. wet and slick, he felt her tunnel engulf him, spreading warmth down his shaft with every inch he penetrated her.

Before long he hilted the pony completely, his hips pressing against her haunches tightly and the head of his penis poking her inner depths. Fluttershy squeaked the moment he was all the way in, then sighed deeply with a smile.

Pausing like that for a moment, Jared swallowed and started pulling out. Looking down he saw her tight pink lips rake smoothly over his slick member, right up to the point only his head penetrated her. Stopping, he smoothly slid back into her. Fluttershy squeaked again as he hilted her a second time, faster than the first.

“C’mon, dude. Put some hips into it,” Crispy coached. “And whatever you do, don’t kiss her on the mouth! That’s a no-go on the mouth! You know where it’s been!”

With a sigh, Jared started thrusting. Though not because of Crispy’s instructions. He thrusted because his body told him he had to. Because it felt good. It felt right.

A single, feral objective burned passionately in his brain. It told him he should… no, he had to rut this beautiful mare into submission. There was no more turning back, and if he stopped now he might never forgive himself.

He lost track of time. It felt like hours were passing in the matter of mere moments. With every thrust electric sparks of joy filled both the human and the pony.

While Jared was wildly assaulting the pony’s fun-hole with a steady thrusting motion, Fluttershy’s smile faded. Her eyes fell shut as she bit her bottom lip hard, her facial muscles relaxed into an expression of bliss. With every soppy thrust massaging her insides she let out a small ‘squee’ before quickly silencing herself.

Jared didn’t make a sound aside from involuntary heavy breathing into the mic of his comms. Both hands were planted on Fluttershy’s firm flanks, gently massaging her cutie-marks and running his fingers through her soft fur.

However despite progress, Crispy sighed frustrated. “Kidd, do something! You’re losin’ her. Hit her with a pile-driver! Flip her over! Whack her with the ol’ Spiderman! Donkey-punch! Something!”

“I don’t know what any of that means,” Jared whispered, twitching as he almost lost focus.

Feeling his member jolt inside her, Fluttershy mimicked the action with a nervous little buck of her hips. At the same time a small moan escaped her mouth before she quickly pressed a hoof over her lips as if ashamed of the little outburst.

Jared was immediately disappointed as Fluttershy silenced herself.

“Please don’t stop yourself,” he randomly blurted out as he reached forward and gently pushed her hoof away from her mouth. “Your voice is beautiful.”

“Yeah! Talk dirty. That’ll work. Atta’ boy.”

“Crispy, shut up and let the boy work,” Foxtrot-actual ordered sharply.

Letting her mouth fall open with a wide smile, Fluttershy happily let it all out. Crooning sweetly, she sang a beautiful song of ecstasy. It was music to Jared’s ears. No orchestra or songbird would be able to produce a sound more pleasing.

“Oh, buck me, Ghillie. Buck me hard! Make me cum-m-m-m~!”

As she was letting everything flow, something was changing in Fluttershy. Jared felt her muscles contract, her tunnel growing tighter with each plunge into her burning marehood. The sensation sent new prickles of delight shooting through his loins and Jared couldn’t help groan. As he did, his voice broke and it came out as more of a squeal than a groan.

“Mmmmh, yeah. Get in there, boy. Squeal like a pig,” Tex groaned grossly, putting more humorous exaggeration to his accent.

Jared closed his eyes and focused on what he was doing so he wouldn’t burst out laughing.

Unfortunately he focused a little too hard on what he was doing and felt himself pucker up for his last few pounds.

Fluttershy noticed and contracted her abdomen even more. Her marehood tightened even more before she started bucking her hips in time with the humans. With each push forward, Fluttershy rocked her whole body back, meeting the thrust vigorously with feral abandon as she howled like a timberwolf. Jared wondered if the neighbours might think Zap Apple Season was coming early.

And speaking of coming…

The sudden vigour drove Fluttershy right over the edge. Howling, she seemed possessed by some sort of sex demon. Her whole body shook and convulsed like she was having a seizure. It only lasted a few moments as Jared felt a hot shower engulf his cock still buried deep in her fun-tunnel.

Fluttershy creamed hard enough to leave a sticky mess down the front of Jared’s trousers.

Jared grunted as Fluttershy cried out in a passionate state, every muscle in his body seizing up. He clenched hard, and as he did he unloaded a string of sticky ‘sap’ into her. Relaxing into a split-second of bliss, he clenched again shooting a second, then third and fourth rope of gooey ‘life generating’ elixir into Fluttershy’s womb.

Feeling the warm semen slide into her body, Fluttershy gave a sigh of bliss, completely frozen in place with only her head moving as she let her chin hit the ground.

Somewhere outside the cottage Crispy gave a disappointed, “Aww.

“C’mon. Is that it? You wuss.”

Jared ignored him, rocking back and sliding his cock slick with a mixture of fluids from Fluttershy’s snatch. As he did he saw some semen bubble from her opening and cling to the fur on her inner thigh.

Fluttershy didn’t move, as if she hadn’t felt Jared retreat. She was laying in a pretty exposed position, her chin planted firmly in a puddle of her own drool, balancing on her rear legs so her ass was stuck high in the air and her front legs sprawled uselessly out to her sides.

Frowning, worried that he’d broken her, Jared leaned around Fluttershy’s side to take a look at her face. The pegasus confirmed she was alive with a soft snore.

“She’s asleep,” Jared panted.

“Better make yourself scarce, Kidd.”

Foxtrot-13 barely needed telling, as he was already diving out the window and making a mad scramble for the tree-line.

“Run, Forest! Run” Crispy laughed noticing Jared hadn’t quite ‘re-dressed’ himself as he escaped. “Ooooh! Watch the thistles, dude.”

[\ End Recording]

Author's Note

DTF = "Down to fuck."