The Unfortunate Fate of...
A/N: Seeing as this is my first attempt at writing... this type of thing, feedback would be greatly appreciated. This story has no really point to it, so don't complain about that. Tank you...
The Hayseed Swamp, located just south of Baltimare and Horseshoe Bay, was considered to be special by the local residents.
The swamp was well known for the variety of wildlife that lived within the cypress trees and floodwaters that made up most of the habitat. Many tourists, mostly from big cities such as Manehattan and Las Pegasus, would visit just to catch a glimpse of the rainbow finches, or the reclusive blue phoenixes that made their homes within the swamp during the winter. In order to keep the hordes of tourists from destroying the fragile ecosystem, special trails had been cut through the swamp, allowing visitors to venture into the depths of the trees to search for the wildlife, without disturbing the environment. By royal decree, no one was allowed to leave the path and trailblaze through the swampy area.
Many of the visitors upon seeing the swamp for the first time believed that the Hayseed Swamp was just another untamed patch of land where animals and plant life cared for themselves. The local residents, however, knew this to be false. Though chaotic looking at first glance, the Hayseed Swamp was actually well cared for, unlike its cousin – the Everfree Forest – to the west.
Unlike the infamous forest, the Hayseed Swamp, despite having a large number of local wildlife, was not known for evil and unnatural creatures. The worst the locals ever had to worry about was the occasional cragadile that would appear within the swamp during the wet season.
The Hayseed Swamp was a botanist and ecologist’s dream environment, although a royal decree, passed by Princess Celestia decades ago, prevent them from truly studying the area. The wildlife was left in peace, able to live normally, with only minimal disturbance from ponies.
All this, however, was not what made it special to the local residents. It was the fact that the entire Hayseed Swamp was cared for, and managed, by one mare: Willow Wisp.
A petite earth pony with great patience, Willow Wisp cared for the Hayseed Swamp and the surrounding area, just like her ancestors had before her. Living in a cozy burrow-like home beneath a willow tree atop a small hill, Willow Wisp would venture into the Hayseed Swamp on a daily basis in order to care for the wildlife and the flora that resided there. The only help she ever needed was during the wet season, when she would ask the local weather team to regulate the swamp’s rainfall, as to not flood the area with too much water.
Receiving a monthly stipends from the Crown due to her work, Willow was quite content to live alone in her quiet little abode. Sick or injured animals could be found within her home on the rare occasion that Willow had visitors. Nursing the local animals back to health, she had earned the nickname “Baltimare’s Fluttershy” from the locals.
Not that Willow really cared. She didn't really know who this ‘Fluttershy’ was, or why the ponies of Baltimare would compare her to this unknown mare. She didn’t mind, however, and was more than happy to let the locals call her whatever they desired.
There was even some ponies that tried to get Willow special awards, or to have this ‘Fluttershy' come visit some time. There was even a petition from the city to have the Princess erect a statue of Willow in Canterlot’s statue garden for her selfless deeds.
None of this mattered to Willow, however. She was quite content with keeping the Hayseed Swamp, and its residents, happy and health, and that was more than enough of a reward for her.
Through years of dedication, Willow had managed to single-handedly care for the Hayseed Swamp by herself. It wasn’t a hard job, as some ponies would believe. There was actually something soothing about it that always seemed to bring a smile to Willow’s face: making sure that the blue phoenixes didn’t have trouble finding their yearly nesting grounds, making sure that the rainbow finches could find enough supplies to build their breathtaking nests, and making sure that the humans found reasonable dens within the large tangled roots of the local trees as their packs roamed through the swampy forest.
The Hayseed Swamp, under Willow’s care, had grown into a remarkable and unique place. Nowhere else in Equestria could you find such a place of harmony and tranquility.
However, none of this came to Willow’s mind at the moment.
No, the only thing that was going through Willow’s mind at this particular moment in time was the sensation of the human currently above her thrusting his member deep into her burning marehood.
Resting her head against the damp moss beneath her, Willow whined and moaned as the human continued to pound into her. He held her in place with his hands, gripping her hips tightly. Every time he thrust forward, he would pull her body backwards, causing her to moan again as she felt his member fill her.
Around them, the rest of the pack of humans prowled, each waiting for their turn. They had ambushed her when she was walking through the swamp, heading out to check on one of the nearby rainbow finch nests. Willow wasn't sure how long they had been going at it, or even how many times that she had been forced to mate with the humans. All she knew was there was a pressure slowly beginning to build inside of her, and she needed release!
The human above her seemed to be able to feel her nearing climax, as his pace suddenly increased. Movement that had lost any gentleness a while ago quickly became more and more energetic as the human pounded away with greater force.
At the sudden increase in speed and strength, Willow couldn't help but let out a delighted moan, jaw open, drooling all over the moss covered earth beneath her. Her eyes slowly rolled backwards into her head.
With a loud snarl, the human draped himself across the mare, pulling her close as his hips quickened their already intense pace. The brown mare started to writhe, her hind legs bucking feebly as some part of her mind noted the human nearing his end. She nickered weakly with lustful, eager anticipation of what was about to come.
With one last thrust, the human slammed his hips hard against the quivering mare, grinding into her as he released his seed deep within her folds, coating her inner walls with the hot substance. With a scream of delight, Willow felt herself clamp down upon the human’s length, milking it as her body tried to squeeze out every last drop.
Panting heavily, the human pulled himself free of the mare, causing her to whine in distress at the sudden empty feeling. The human's seed, mixed thoroughly with her own juices, flowed from her marehood, running down her trembling legs where it collected in a small puddle on the ground.
Willow barely had time to catch her breath before another human had moved up behind her, taking the place of the previous one.
“N-no, wait… please, n-no more,” Willow panted, trying to crawl away. The human was having none of that, however and grabbing Willow around the hips, he dragged her back towards him. The mare clawed weakly at the swamp floor, trying to break free.
She froze when she felt the human’s member press against her entrance. Willow barely had time to prepare herself before the human slammed into her, bottoming out instantly. Throwing her head back, Willow opened her mouth in a silent scream, her dark blue eyes wide open as she stared, unseeing, up at the foliage above her.
The human kept himself pressed deep within the mare as he repositioned himself in order to gain better leverage. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her waist before pulling out slowly. A low hiss escaped Willow’s mouth, her teeth clenching, as she felt the human’s head drag through her folds. Her pussy clenched down on the retreating intruder like a vice, unwilling to let it go. Despite her weariness and unwillingness to continue, Willow’s body still seemed rearing to go, longing to be filled.
With a huff, the human plunged back into her depths. Grunting at the sensation, the human only paused a moment before he began to rut the mare beneath him, pounding steadily into her marehood with quick, even strokes. With each thrust, Willow could feel his member kissing the entrance to her already full womb. Slowly, unwillingly, Willow began to feel the pressure in her nether increase again.
A particularly hard thrust caused the mare to cry out, arching her back as she released a burst of marecum onto the forest floor. Leaning her head back, her tongue lolled from her mouth, her jaw slack.
The sound of wet, meaty slaps filled the small clearing as the human continued to thrust his hips back and forth, plunging his length into Willow’s sopping marehood. His balls slapped against her with each thrust, hitting her clit with each wet smack. The scent of sex was thick in the air.
Willow’s eyes slowly began to roll back into her head for the umpteenth time that day as she panted like a bitch in heat. The rational part of her mind was screaming at her that this was wrong and she needed to escape, but her body couldn’t moved, entrapped by the pleasure currently coursing through her. A small part of her didn’t want to escape, though, and that was the part that was slowly beginning to dominate her mind.
As she moaned and panted, the human’s movements were beginning to grow frantic, reaching a fevered pitch of primal lust. Snarling, the human leaned forward and sank his teeth into the mare’s shoulder. Willow cried out in pain and desire as she felt the teeth break her skin, blood beginning to dribble down her shoulder. Her marehood tightened instantly, squeezing the human’s member in quick bursts, milking it for pleasure and seed. The pressure in her core was almost unbearable, and she was close to bursting. The huge length of manhood currently ravaging her didn't help to ease the ache; it only made it worse.
Suddenly, and without warning, the human bit down harder onto Willow’s shoulder as he gave one last thrust and slammed into her. The head of his member pressed into the entrance to her womb, twitching and throbbing against her innermost wall. With a muffled grunt, the human began to release wave after wave of cum directly into Willow’s already filled womb, causing her to begin to feel bloated. Whipping her head back, Willow let loose a loud shriek of lust, her marehood clenching down on the pulsing penis inside of her. Marecum erupted from her lower lips, soaking the human's hips in the sticky substance. Her mind went blank as she was thrust into pure bliss, her tongue hanging from her mouth, eyes rolled into the back of her skull.
It may have been wrong, but it felt so right!
Unable to hold in the massive amount of seed slowly filling her, Willow felt the warm substance beginning to seep out from her marehood and trickle down her already cum-stained legs. Squirt after squirt continued to erupt into her, warmth flowing through her core.
Slowly the human’s seed began to cease. Releasing Willow’s shoulder from the grip of his teeth, the human pulled himself off of the mare with a low groan. There was a small popping noise as his member was pulled free of the mare’s winking pussy. With nothing holding it back, the cum flowed from her marehood like a faucet.
No longer supported by the human, Willow collapsed into a heap on the ground, breathing heavily, her mind still lost amongst the stars.
As she slowly returned to earth, Willow rolled onto her back, wincing as her injured shoulder twinged. She could feel the blood slowly oozing from the wound, damping the moss beneath her. Her dark, earthy green mane was spread out in a tangle mess beneath her head almost like a halo, twigs and sweat coating the long strands. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, her entire body trembling. Her mind was completely blank as she stared up at the sea of leaves above her. Judging by the light streaming through the foliage, it was nearing dusk. The humans had been using her for most of the day.
For some reason, that thought caused her marehood to flex happily.
Suddenly, a human head appeared in her field of vision, causing her to blink in surprise. The human, a young adult male with brownish-red hair, looked down at her, cocking his head to the side as he chirped softly.
Willow returned the human’s stare for several seconds before a smile slowly spread across her muzzle and her body began to move without her directions. Reaching down, she grabbed a hold of her hind legs and pulled them up, resting her knees against her chest. Flicking her tail to the side, she felt her marehood wink again, squeezing more cum from her inner folds. In this new position, she was completely exposed to the pack of humans.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Willow asked the human softly, her marehood beginning to leak as lust started to take over again. “You want more?” The human chirped again before moving to position himself at the mare’s entrance. The pleasure addicted mare cooed happily as the human thrust into her, moving slowly as he was not use to this new position. The feeling of the hot member filling her aching sex once again was amazing, and Willow closed her eyes, sighing happily as the human slowly bottomed out inside of her.
Pulling out, the human plunged back into her quickly as he began to fuck her quivering marehood. Willow couldn't help the large smile that spread across her face as she felt her body jerk with each thrust. Her head fell backwards, resting against the moss-covered ground beneath her, her tongue lolling from her mouth. She made happy noises as the human continued to thrust deeper and deeper into her cum filled pussy.
The rational part of her mind, once so strong and resilient, cried out weakly for her to fight back, to escape. The stronger, lust-filled part of her mind argued back, insisting that she was doing her job as caretaker of the Hayseed Swamp. Throughout the night, as each human of the pack continued to ravage the mare, the smile remained plastered on her face as she continued to tell herself that what she was doing was right.
After all, it was currently the humans' mating season, and since this pack was missing a female, they were in desperate need of a broodmaid.
She was more than happy to oblige them.
Author's Note
Welp... there you have it. My first attempt at clop, or whatever it's called. Any advice would be nice, but please try and keep any hatred to a minimum. Better yet, tell me what I could do to make it better.
*Credit for Willow Wisp goes to Out of Place.
