Camping

I wake up with Night Light pushing my back with her snout. I grumble and swat my hand back just missing her face but I feel her hair. “Daddy,” she whispers into my ear, “it’s time to wake up and make breakfast for mommy with me,” she says then switched to a normal volume. “You promised.”

Those darn words. All two of them mean I have to do my duty as a stallion, er, man. My life is so confusing here. I open my eyes and am laying with my face against Silver’s neck, her mane is all around me and reminds me of a woman’s like this; except for smelling like a horse that rolled in flowers, but she’s still an equine that I’ve fallen in love with, I gave her my heart and wouldn’t trade it or take it back.

I drag my arm from under her head and her ears move just before she lifts herself on her forelegs and looks at me blearily. “What, huh, where?” I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, startling her in her still mostly asleep state; I got a mouth full of air when she nickered in surprise at what I did. The kids loved it when she blushed from embarrassment, I loved the warmth it gave me inside.

“Oh, my handsome stallion! I was dreaming of you…”

“Awe, really my love?”

“...making breakfast so I could sleep in,” she boops my snoot and in a swift motion falls back to her side while pulling the blankets high on her, to her chin; giving it the nuzzle I wanted. I’m jealous of a pillow, hashtag sad. While she nuzzled into the bedding I was left to get up with a young mare eagerly awaiting me to get dressed so I could cook breakfast with her.

“C’mon, daddy! You gotta have tons of energy after last night,” Night winked at me. With her eye, not her tight, wet, always beckoning me to ‘come hither and do naughty things to her’ pussy. I sat up, got my robe on, since that’s the only clothes I really have for day to day life, and move out into the light of the rising sun. The air is nice and cool with bird song floating on the breeze, just what I needed to start my day.

“Daddy! You gots’a hard-on!” My son says with wide eyes, looking intently at the bulge in my robe. A monumental event since pony cocks dangle and flop while, well, human cocks point to what we want.

I looked at our son. “Thanks, Day Light, I didn’t notice.” He didn’t get the sarcasm and seems to feel proud of the compliment. “Go get some water from the creek while I start the fire.”

We kick after him in good humor when he finally looked away. He’s my son, and I’ll get him to be an alpha, I’m sure of it. Night Light swatted me with her tail on my leg when she went past. “Daddy, I got sticks and wood for a fire ready when you were asleep. I slept super good and wanna help cook!”

“I know, Sweetie Pie, I know. Let’s just start the fire and work from there.”

We make our way to the firepit we’d dug and I start the fire after several minutes of trying, finally warming my hands that have become chilled in the shadows of the trees around us. Night quickly moves to the wagon and hops up for the cooler and opens it, reaches her head in and comes out with a small basket of eggs.

She continues three more times finally ending with her using a forehoof to close the lid. She moves everything to the edge of the wagon and hops down, then takes everything, one by one, to a log beside me. Without a word she turns quickly and gallops to the far side of the wagon, there’s a clatter followed by a filly returning with an iron skillet on her back that has the coffee percolator, a small mug on her head, and a larger one in her mouth. The large one has two smaller cups in it and I can’t help but feel she’s a bit hungry for breakfast.

“Here it is, Daddy. Did I forget anything?”

I kneel and pat her head. “Just a little something, how are we going to stir our stuff and how’re we gonna eat it? I don’t have magic like mommy does.”

“Oh,” she pouts and deflates a little. I take her lower jaw in my hands and lift her up so her forehooves are on my thighs. I plant a little kiss on her snout.

“Don’t be upset, little one. It was easy to miss, especially after having so much to get ready while I was sleeping. You’re doing a very good job and should feel proud.”

She smiled and leaned in, kissing me on the lips just before she reared on her hind legs and turned her front so she’d fall in a ready to run position. I was about to grab her tail and give a tug, since ponies, especially mares, hate when that’s done; much like flipping or tugging a human woman’s ponytail.

I take the arranged items and set them into three groups. One to be cooked, one to cook with and the last is to eat with. The skillet goes into the fire, against a small stack of rocks I’d set up the night before so I can have some control of the heat. I take the percolator and open it to check the coffee is full and wait.

There’s always time when camping, especially for waiting when children are involved with a task. I let them be, knowing full well Night could take care of herself and Day was walking back with the handle of the water bucket in his teeth. I felt so annoyed at that moment. “Day, where’s the bucket?”

He looks down and just realized it wasn’t there, mumbles something in surprise, then returns the way he came at a canter. I shake my head and chuckle at the foal’s antics, he probably took the bucket off to examine the handle or was playing with the water and forgot, somehow. I smell the smell of iron and reach for the eggs. I crack them two at a time into the skillet and smirk when I hear them sizzle. I do the same for the rest of the eggs and reach for the whisk, only to realize I don’t have it. “Night?! Where’s the mixing stuff? I need it.”

“Coming, Daddy!” She shouts back in rush and several seconds she returns. “Sorry, I had to pee. I didn’t know I was taking so long.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m the goof that started cooking without tools. I mean, I could’ve used a stick, but I can’t eat wood,” I reach and tickle her under her chin, “like some creatures I know.”

The eggs are stirred and Day comes back with the bucket, handle attached. I start the coffee, add a couple strips of bacon I get ordered from Gryphonia once I scoop the eggs out. The pan is hot now so I toss in some hash brown I made fresh with one grab, then hay filled hash brown with another, the bacon is the divide so I don’t get hay in my meal.

The eggs I put on top of the hash browns and let the eggs act as a lid that traps the escaping steam to cook the hash faster. While that’s happening I look intently into my cup and then at Night, then to the percolator, then back to the filly and she gasps. Her ears perk and she rushes to the wagon and returns with a bottle of milk.

“Sorry I forgot, but here you go.”

“It’s cool. Wait,” I look at the bottle closely and sigh, “this’ mare’s milk; not cow’s milk.” The foals pout and their eyes cut me to my soul. “I’m not mad, just… Yeah, I like mare’s milk, but there’s something about cow’s milk that tastes right to me. It’s about where I’m from. Anyway, milk is milk, right?”

Night just looks at the bottle while Day takes a step closer and licks his lips a little. I pour myself a cup of coffee, add my milk, then take a sip. I nod in approval and pass the bottle to Day, he takes the top in his mouth and tips his chin up, gulping the milk as quickly as it leaves the bottle. Night nickers and stomps a hoof. A few seconds later my filly’s doing the same until it’s nearly gone. She passes it back to her little brother so he can finish it and I reward her with a firm scratch on her dock.

Nearly every creature that doesn’t have prehensile limbs, namely hooved quadrupeds I’ve learned, often get itches at the top of their tail’s where it starts and they love to get scritches there. Night sighs contentedly and turns her rear towards me exposing me to her wet marehood. The thought of what I could do to her don’t help my cock go down at all. I move my hand around her thigh and my thumb brushes against her asshole, getting a quiet gasp from her. I want to just start finger fucking her right then and there, but there’s food to cook and ponies to feed.

I pat her inner thigh while I pass my hand across getting a little disappointed whine from her. Her tail sways side to side in an instinctive way to spread her scent, but she knows I don’t have as good a sense of smell as a pony. I turn back to the food and scoop it out, one portion for me, plus the bacon. Coffee is ready, mine’s still hot. I hear the tent flapping and smile when I get a warm nuzzle against my cheek. “Good morning, my stallion. Thanks for last night, it was very filling.” My wife says and pats her stomach with a forehoof. “Looks yummy, thank your father for cooking.”

“Thanks, Dad.” They chorus and each grab their plates when I fill them with their goodies. I give my lovely wife a large portion and we all take seats by the firepit to eat and talk about whatever.

“Mommy, why was daddy making weird sounds last night when we were sleeping and then Nighty whinnied and woke us up?”

I glanc aside and before I can voice anything, Night Light answers. “We were just having sex. Daddy couldn’t get enough and it was really good, like I still feel it.” She swishes her tail subconsciously and her mother shoots me a look. “So yeah, we we just having sex.”

“Oh,” Day said while I stopped chewing and froze, the need to move just stopped as shock ran through my system. My eyes drifted to my wife and she was still eating, as was Night while Daylight looked between his sister and mother, then his eyes lock with mine and I feel a chill go through me. “Daddy, what’s sex and why’s it feel good?”

It’s the moment I was not ready for, with two mares who’ve been part of my sex life for years, one my own biological daughter because fuck magic, and now I have to tell my son about sex in front of his sister and mother. I force myself to swallow and then take a breath in to prepare. I then look to the mares who are chewing like cows with cud, watching me.

I plead to them with my eyes and they both look to one another in bemusement before nodding with a shared look I didn’t completely see, then they look back at me. My wife takes hers and our daughters plates in her magic and sets them by the fire and they stand and move to me. Her horn glows and I feel the tug of the plate as it leaves my hands. Worry fills me as my wife takes up my field of view in front and I hear our daughter moving behind me.

I open my mouth to ask what they were doing, but soft yet firm pony lips press themselves to mine and my eyes flutter closed on instinct. She presses into me further and my arms reach around her to hold myself up from falling back, but I feel hooves against my back and they both move me back and lie me on the ground.

I look around from the awkward angle and open my mouth to say something yet while I’m breathing in the breath hitches in my throat as I feel Night’s mouth around my cock. She’s just slurping it into her mouth and playing her tongue around the tip in the second she’s started. I instinctively try to close my legs but her body’s in the way and when I try to sit up I get my nose wet in pony vulva. Two teats I know very well are staring me in the eyes at their perfect matching distance and suddenly my nose it between them. My wife’s pussy engulfs my mouth and she sits down, locking my head between a rock and a yummy wet place. I don’t fight it since I’ve only had a couple threesomes with my girls and I can’t say no to the first time in the woods for me. Uh, threesome, not just sex; that’s actually pretty common for me.

My mind doesn’t get a chance to wander as her pussy winks and the soft flesh of her foal hole invites me in. I do what I love and that’s my wife, so I lick and suck, swallow her musty juices, then resume. I grab the base of her tail with my left hand and use my thumb to rub under it at the base where her tail meets her body while my right wraps around her left leg and I rub her thigh, very high on her thigh.

She tries to stand but she knows she won’t get away so easily, and outside on the ground she can’t lift a forehoof to tap my head to make me stop without falling onto her chest and ruining the mood… she’s gotta take it as I give it. And my tongue has years of practice inside her sweet body.

I feel Night working my hard shaft like she always does, perfectly. My legs are relaxed and I’m not getting in the way of her ministrations. Her tongue drags along the underside of my cock while she sucks to the tip and slurps each time comes off it, maybe once every ten motions. Her little hooves are holding herself up between my legs and her fetlocks are massaging my balls, she’s so fucking good at that, if I were a pony I’d have already cum.

Speaking of which, my tongue is doing well. So well I can feel her trembling and using her forehooves to try to crawl forward, but her winking clit and legs are rocking against my face, soaking me in her lovely juices. She’s wickering and nickering, a few more seconds and she’ll cum. Damn, I love my wife.

She winnies though clenched teeth to keep it quiet and I let her go just as she squirts a heavily scented wave of marecum across my neck, chest and face. She stumbles to her hooves and loses balance, falling to her shoulder and rolling to her side and then sitting up in a single roll. She has wild eyes and is looking at me hungrily, I know what she wants and I tap Night’s head twice so she’ll stop.

She whines, but complies. “Daddy, I was just getting start- oh,” she looks at her mother and scrambles back over the log and I roll to my knees. I take off my shirt and drop it on the ground so I can not hurt myself for what I’m about to do.

My mare stands and trots over to me and nuzzles me while turning around and brushing her very scented tail across my face. Instinct takes over and her tail moves to the side as she stands in front of me. “Fill me with your seed, my stallion. Make everypony know who I belong to.”

I love when she talks to me like that and don’t waste any time slipping my hard thick cock into her body. The moment my pelvis meets her haunches we both shiver and press into one another, she drops her pussy and I lift my hips as we start in our ritual, then I grab her mane in my hands and start thrusting into her, slapping sounds fill the area because her wetness is so much that I can’t help but go hard and fast.

I pull her mane, she nickers, I thrust several times and so it goes until she starts pressing back into my pistoning and I go deep enough to feel her cervix as I bottom out which keeps her going, then she cums again. This time it's a throaty woman like moan that tickles my senses, I let her mane go and grab her hips to brace while I ride the waves of her orgasm.

The convulsing walls massage me just right, the best way I’ve come to know in this crazy world, the dam is cracking and I’m about to lose control. I hear Night laughing and look back to see her brother mounting her, or rather, he had mounted her. His hindlegs are barely touching the ground and Night’s just walking slowly with her little brother holding on to her, his mottled dick shining in the sunlight from being inside his sister as he slips out and lands on his hooves.

That was too hot to not finish to and I use it as my fantasy; out colt cumming in his sister while I cum in their mother in our living room during early spring’s estrus. I feel muscles clenching inside me and I pull her hindquarters against me so fast and hard the marecum sprays between our contact and across my brown chest.

It just spurs me on as I grunt loudly, holding it like a beast in the same way I’m holding her as I release what little seed I have left into my wife, finally. I pull out a little and thrust back in, she pushes back each time until I’m done and I slide out of her, sitting on my heels. She waves her tail over herself and lowers her chest to the ground so I can watch my cum leak out of her.

It’s only a couple drops, maybe a teaspoon, but it’s enough to make me want to go another round. I reach and brush her tail aside to grab her hips, ready to pull her onto my shaft, but I get a little dirt, mulch and forest detritus across my legs when she kicks her left back. I look at her smirking lips, sweat glistens in her fur and her eyes tell me she’s done. I nod and let her go so she can trot around for a moment and balance the energy she’s feeling after all that.

I shakily stand and lean back, getting a good pop to my back is a good finish in my book. A hoof pokes my leg and I look down, eye level with my still hard and very shiny cock my sexy mare of a wife points and I see our kids, Night quietly explaining how to mount a mare to her brother using two large pieces of tree bark to simulate the action.

I feel a firm warm coat press against my thigh and I kneel, hugging my mare with one arm. “We’re good parents, right?” I ask her and get an ear flipped into my cheek. “Okay, I know we are, I mean is it okay to teach foals about sex like this?”

“Oh, don’t be so human about everything. Night Light is almost eight and her brother’s almost 5, they have to learn this stuff or their first experince during estrus is going to go poorly.”

I shudder. “I don’t want her to be a mother at nine.”

“Me neither. That’s why we teach them young and get them practicing safe sex. When we get home, I’ll get a case of condoms in his size so she can teach him and maybe,” she giggled and turns around to kiss me, “we won’t have any more grumpy mornings in the house.”

I chuckle and nod. “If there’s a grumpy morning we’ll know why.”

“See, my little human but big strong stallion; sex is natural and it’s not something to be ashamed of.”

“I know,” I say and wipe excess marecum from my face on her back. “But it still just doesn’t feel right because of my society’s standards and rules.”

“Oh? Then maybe you shouldn’t come home with us.”

I shake my head fervently. “I’m not a part of that society, honest. Bring on the mares and herds, call forth the rulers of the sun and moon; may they bring prosperity and-”

“Okay, can it ya dweeb,” she laughs and kissed me firmly until I fall back laughing with her.

“Best family takes best vacations; pony style,” I say between kisses and she looks at me, nods, then speaks.

“I like it, I can’t wait to read the first draft.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say as the sounds of family merriment fill the area. The foals are playing chase, or something. I trade kisses with my wife, and our food grows cold without a care about it in the world. A great end to a great night in the woods camping.