Six in the morning. Normally I'd be asleep for a couple more hours, but camping. This is supposed to be easy, but it just isn’t when you’re married to a unicorn that loves lists and you're also the father of two ponies that depend on you.
I hold the list in my hand and look at the mare as she floats a small makeup bag into her saddlebags and finishes checking off her list. Why does she thinks she needs makeup to go camping...
I guess I should make myself busy too since I pressed for us to go camping for so long.
I skim the packing list while Silver helps the children into the wagon and I nod, certain I’ve packed everything, and then some. I told Silver a minute ago that I practically packed the whole house so we’re good to go.
I walk around to the front and raise the harness, waiting for Silver to give the little ones something to play with while we travel. Some toys, a toy cart, and a human doll should suffice.
It’s just a short camping trip a few miles away, but it’s going to be a long trek since I can’t help much with the wagon.
Silver comes around the side and moves into the harness with grace. “Are you ready?” she asks me as she tightens a strap around her chest.
“Yes, I believe we are.”
“Then let’s go,” she rears and kicks at the air with gusto. She lands and struggles to pull the wagon at first, but with a little heave from me on the side we start our journey. It really is slow going.
I move to the back to entertain the little ponies we’ve birthed and raised only to find then still sleeping, my little colt hugging the doll while his sister is hugging him from behind.
I’m glad we’re taking a traveled road and not cutting through the woods like Silver suggested or we’d still be in Ponyville stuck in the woods past Fluttershy’ s.
An hour or two later and we’re about there, but the area looks like crap so I suggest we move on. Silver stops and her horn flares to life, a small whirlwind blows into a tornado of leaves and detritus, clearing a very large area a ways into the forest. Deep enough to have some privacy but not so far she can’t haul the wagon.
The little ponies in the wagon are all excited after seeing that display of magical prowess and Silver doesn’t even look that exhausted from the drain. She turns off the road and over a small berm into the grass and with both of our efforts the wagon is moved into place to give us privacy from the road where we can set up our tent and fire pit as well as give us access to our stuff within.
If a bandit or thief comes by they’re in for a surprise. I’ve got a couple knives I’m going to hide and use as a last resort. Without mentioning any of this to my family of course.
I start the process of setting up the campsite with my family. It only takes an hour to make a fully functional campsite from the nothing there was a little while ago.
“Okay, let's go over the list to make sure we're set up,” I said cracking my back by arching back with my hands on my hips. Silver floated the list over to me.
Clearing
Tent
Fire pit
Wood
Chair/cushions
Cooking stove
Plates
Cups
Spoons
Forks
1 air bed
Three blankets
Human food
Hay
Oats
Water buckets
...
Check!
“Okay, we're ready! There's a creek down that way a little bit. Day Light, you take a couple trips and fill these buckets. Night Light, be my big filly and take this shovel and dig a couple holes, one over there and another over there.”
“Why do I have to make two holes, daddy?”
“Everything’s better with two holes,” I snark and Silver snorts a little laugh. “We're gonna play some games and need them. Hide and seek, tag, horseshoes and bean bag toss will be over there,” I say pointing to an area with little tree cover but plenty of bushes.
“And Silvie, I need you to collect berries for toppings for the pony desserts while you’re watching over Day, Remember that I can’t eat hay treats. I'll set up for lunch and rest my feet, I'm not used to hiking without hooves.”
They all go their own paths. “Why doesn't daddy just get hooves anyways?” Day Light asks Silver before they leave the clearing together.
“Because fingers are more magical than magic itself sometimes,” she replies. I smile because I know what she's talking about. “Also, it’s expensive to have him changed into a pony, and I like Daddy as a human.”
They leave my range of hearing and I turn to sort stuff when I swat a mosquito on my neck and groan because there's magic in towns that keep parasites like these away. We’re way outside the magic zone. Thankfully I still have all my blood, for now.
I set about my tasks of making sure the tent is organized, the bed is made with blankets, and there is enough space for us all to be comfortable. I take a moment to go through the two shirts I’ve brought and the parkas for the ponies in case it rains. I shrug since I don't mind getting muddy with my family just before tossing them into a corner of the tent and moving out to finish setup.
I move two logs closer and angle them so we can sit or lean on them, then I position the cushions by where each of us sit, so we can sit on them. I make sure there’s wood for the firepit stacked neatly and then I unpack my camping chair.
I don't know why I brought the chair, I have a log to sit on and a cushion, just in case. I'll try to find a use for it before we leave. I set the chair up with the back facing the tent door and get to making a fire. Silver is amazing at starting fires with magic. Just spark and poof, fire. I have to do it the old fashioned way and rub two sticks together because I just realized I forgot the flint.
Stupid rookie mistake, not impressive. I go about getting the tinder set and begin the arduous task of firestarting old school. If I’m lucky it’ll be less than an hour before I have a small flame going since I’m not a master firestarter, even though I love camping.
Why Didn't I plan to camp by a lake of some sort? That’d make more sense than a clearing in a forest. I want to rough it like a human would, but how would a pony rough it? Take a trip to some volcanic wasteland and make a tent under a sleeping dragon?
Seriously, what’s up with ponies and going to the extreme? Oh, hey! Fire! “Ha-ah! I have made fire, for I am man. Oog og.” I thump my chest like a primate as the fire grows and I move it and the kindling into the wood tower. “Man make fire. Man make life.”
“Man make silly,” my wife says from too close behind me and startles me into stumbling forward and over the small fire, snuffing it out.
“Awe, honey… I made that myself.”
“You’ve made many things yourself. Let a mare handle this one and you worry about preparing your lunch. Honey, did you make this with sticks? Where’s the flint I told you to pack?”
I inhale deeply and exhale heavily. “I forgot them.”
“Oh, did you?” she giggles and I look at her adorable face. Her smile screams ‘I told you so’ but she hasn’t said it yet. “So, when I asked if we were all packed and you said ‘Yeah, I got this, let’s go.’ what you really meant was,” she winks and I can’t help but chuckle.
“I meant to say that I should listen to my wife because she’s almost always right and I love her dearly?”
“What do you mean ‘almost’?” she mocks. We laugh together and I watch as she resets the wood and starts a fire with no effort. “Good human, you know who wears the saddlebags in this relationship.”
I look at her back that is sporting a quick made twine basket with a small pile of berries in it. “If you want, I could be your saddlebag for a little while.”
She trots over and presses her nose to my crotch then giggles as I stumble back. “I thought you wanted to be my saddlebag? I’ve gotta make sure you’re quality before I slip you on.”
“You know I’m quality, we have two children together.”
“And what’s that have to do with me wearing you? C’mon, let me sample them.”
I smirk and raise my shirt enough to expose myself and she actually scrutinizes them. “Well, they’re a bit small, can’t really use them for much. I’ll give you half a bit for them.”
“Half a bit?!” I’m aghast. “I’d pay twice that for you to take my wife off my hands.”
She gives me the most motherly deadpan look I can get. “Go get the food ready.”
“Yes, ma’am!” I shout and drop my shirt, jog past her and hop over the fire, run like a dork to the cart that we hauled all our camping stuff here in and start digging through a trunk that contains our food and come across a zucchini. Brandishing it like a sword I call to Silver. “Hey, I wanna put this vaggie in my mouth.”
She looks over and bursts out laughing. “You're so gross!”
Yeah, that’s the relationship we have.
“Tag! You’re it!”
“NO! I was touching the safe spot.”
“Nuh-uh, you wasn’t! Dad, Night Light isn’t playing fair.”
“I am so! You’re not fast enough to catch me before I get safe.”
“I have little legs still, it’s not my fault.”
“You have to eat more vegetables so you can grow up and win at tag then.”
I enjoy sitting by a crackling fire, even if it’s during the afternoon. Always have loved a good camping fire. When I was a boy I’d go camping by a lake and there’d be a fire going the whole time. Someone would make sure of it.
“Are you okay, Sweetie? You’re very quiet.”
I look at Silver beside me and nod. “Yeah, just remembering fires and camping as a boy back home.”
“Tell me about it?”
“Well, I went to the lake a few times every summer; you know, family camping. I always enjoyed it, even if I was the one with little legs.” She giggles. I tell her about food I’d eat, swimming, playing, and overall just being a normal kid.
“That sounds like a lot of fun. Do you miss it?”
I look at her and smile. “Not for a second,” I tell her as my hand slides to her back end and I pinch the sides of her tail. She jumps a little bit, since that’s one of her secret spots and her tail swishes instinctively, sending dirt and dried grass over us. I lean over and kiss her, letting my hand slide a little further under her tail and against her pussy.
“Mommy! Night Light won’t let me tag her!”
Aaand there goes that moment. Silver snaps at the children. “Night Light, let your brother tag you and let us have a moment!”
“Fine, let’s play hide and seek.”
“You’re it!”
“No, you're it!”
The children are rushing around hiding from each other in the bushes while I return my finger to my wife and let it slip inside her moist body. She kisses me again and moves a little so I can start to work my magic.
She giggles. “It feels good.”
“Thanks,” I whisper as I slide knuckle deep inside her. She moans and bites her bottom lip letting her eyes close as I start to slide in and out of her. Her hoof trails my leg and finds my now hard cock and her eyes open quickly.
“Wow, that was fast.”
“That’s not something you say often,” I tease and swirl my finger inside her making her gasp.
“Let’s find a bush to make love behind,” she suggests.
I think and look around, then realize the children are hiding from each other. “What about them?”
“It’s just sex, let’s do it right here,” she’s taking breathy now. Becoming her insatiable self that needs to feel my cock buried deep within her. “I want to smell like your cum.”
That gets a good jolt of good feelings from my groin. I start fingering her faster. “I can’t just make love right here.”
Her tongue enters my mouth as she kisses me, sending shivers all over my body and she chuckles. “I’ll do all the work.”
She uses her magic to lift my shirt and expose my cock as she gets up, leaving my wet finger on the pillow and she walks in front of me. She starts to lower her hindquarters, ready to take me inside her when the kids both start screaming.
She stands again and starts galloping to them with me hopping up and running after her, ready to fight a manticore if I must.
We find both our children holding each other and screaming while pointing to a spider on its web in a bush.
“Are you serious?” we ask in unison, in sardonic defeat.
“Spiders are scary! Kill it daddy, please.”
“Why, you already killed it,” I mumble. Silver bumps her head into my side and looks up to me with a slight frown.
Silver smiles warmly and addresses the little ones. “Now, children. It’s just a little spider and hasn’t done anything to you. Let’s just go back to the campsite and relax with some juice and snacks.”
“Yay, snacks!” they shout and suddenly they’re better now.
I shake my head and look down to my toes and apologize to my soft penis. Silver turns and nuzzles my crotch. “Don’t worry, you’ll get some soon.”
She trots off, tail high and showing me she’s still ready.
We eat our snacks and play for a couple of hours. A leaf pile can make a great place to jump into, especially when magic reforms it after every dive. Red Rover was fun, but I was calling that one. We played hide and seek tag, which is exactly what it sounds like. We had a climbing contest that Day Light won, because Mommy’s magic.
A digging contest that Night Light won, thanks to a pre dug hole and a head start.
Finally we decide to take a hike through the woods. It’s long to me, but I’m not a pony so all that standing and walking was almost too much. When the children would run ahead I’d take time to tease Silver by mounting her from behind and pressing my semi hard dick against her pussy lips. She hopped me off with a little buck and snorted at me, but didn’t scold me each time.
I pinched her ear a few times, ran my hands through her mane in just the way she likes, and when we stopped for a mid-trek snack I took a bite of her apple when she wasn’t looking and denied it. Ponies get turned on in such weird ways, or maybe it’s just females in general, but the more silly-mean I am to her the more she wants me.
We make it back and I add more wood to the fire to bring life into it again and before long the sun is setting, casting the brighter colors of the rainbow across the sky before darkening in a beautiful way until the light fades.
The stars came out like blinking lights turning on, staying lit as the moon rose behind the trees almost as quickly as the sun had set. I toss more wood on the fire and we sit around the firepit and enjoy the sound of wood crackling as fire penetrates it and dances out the sides of some of the burning logs.
I hold Silver close to me a few times and nip at her ear with my lips, I growl quietly to her, I even whisper to her that I’m going to chase her down and ravage her like the monster I am. She pushes me away after so many flirtatious comments and readjusts herself enough so I know she’s getting all hot and bothered.
As a family we sing the Equestrian national anthem, the Ponyville song, a random song I started singing and they all joined in without missing a beat. I don’t know or even want to understand how ponies can sing a song they’ve never heard and in perfect key through the whole freaking song. You haven’t heard anything until you’ve gotten a whole town to sing Enter the Sandman at my birthday two years ago.
Where’d the melody even come from? Seriously, DJ Pon3 has hooves and a record based mixer, there’s no freaking way she had a copy of a Metallica jam ‘just by chance’.
We roast marshmallows and giggle the whole time. Sharing from a jug of cider I purchased yesterday from Applejack. Unpleasant mare to be around but if you say you're going to buy from another vendor she'll cut you a deal.
Anyway, we spent time telling silly stories and let the children make jokes that I swear only children think are funny.
Silver told a scary story second to last about some rusty horseshoe and lastly I told a scary story from when I was a kid. I told the one about a pony chasing you in his ‘cart’ while you’re riding in your ‘cart’ and he’s scaring you by being aggressive, then you ditch him and it turns out he was warning you about a killer in the back seat where you couldn’t see.
Yeah, wide eyes and trembling legs all around. It may have been a bit much but it was a good story and I think they all love it, because the look on their faces are a mix of fear and awe.
Lastly the children chased each other for a while taking turns being a monster and I held my wife against my side and whisper little flirtations comments to make her want me even more.
“Okay, time for fillies and colts to go to bed while mommy and daddy clean up and prepare for tomorrow’s activities!” she finally shouts.
“Okay, mommy,” they shout in almost unison and finish their lap around the area and take turns hugging us.
“I’ll be right back,” she tells me. And I mean tells me! She goes with the young ones into the tent and a mere moment later she’s trotting out quickly and returns to my side on her cushion that’s overlapping mine.
She lays her head on my lap and I start petting her neck as she tells me about her feelings about the day. The logs burn and crackle, lighting us in hues that remind me of the sunset. “Silver, you’re more beautiful than the sunset,” I say without thinking.
“You’re the sweetest, honey,” she says and nuzzled my belly and lifts her head slowly after hooking her horn at the base of my shirt and takes it up with her, just enough to slide a hoof along my leg and to my balls.
“What’re you doing?”
“What’s it feel like I’m doing?” she replies quickly, softly as her magic lifts and holds my shirt up and her muzzle lowers. I place my hand on the back of her neck and grab a handful of hair as she takes my growing manhood into her lips. “Mmm, get ready,” she mumbles and then takes me all the way into her mouth.
I feel her hard flat teeth gliding along my shaft and then I’m pressing against her tongue. I shudder as she licks my dick head as she slides me out of her mouth, then starts bobbing for apples, we call it. I moan as she maneuvers herself into a more comfortable position and rests her forelegs on my leg to hold herself up.
I let my left hand trail down her mane, along her back, and with a slight reach I grab her dock. Her tail swishes my arm but there’s no stopping me as I reach around and with expert skill let my middle finger slip inside her, followed by my ring finger. She moans as I start to finger her wet pussy, the fire lighting us as we indulge our passions.
With skill I’ve learned over years with her I let my fingers trace her vulva, from clit to anus and back, sliding inside her every pass. Her hind legs are trembling and I’m putting all my focus on pleasing her, but she’s trying really hard to get me to cum in her mouth. She says it makes her feel proud because she can get me to cum in more ways than just inside her pussy.
She releases me from her mouth. “Oh, right there, don’t stop,” is all she says before she returns to sucking me like she wants me to get there soon. I’m a bit doubtful, though.
Sure, the slurping sounds are hot and her saliva is wetting my balls, but it’s not the same as being inside her warm body, sharing the feeling of oneness with her. Minutes pass and I’m starting to feel that tingle inside my body.
She’s panting heavily, she’s going to cum soon.
I feel her pussy winking her clit against my palm as I let my fingers enter her at a slow steady rhythm, knuckles deep and I bend them against her vaginal walls.
I stop to circle her clit every so often until she sits up and stomps a forehoof onto the ground beside my leg twice and growls to the sky. “Buck, me!” Her body tenses as she orgasms as I quickly finger bang her to keep her body full of good feelings.
She hooks her tail around my assaulting hand and pulls me out of her and I can’t help but giggle as she collapses, resting her head on my lap. Her panting is heavy and short, but I’m not there yet.
I move to get up, to mount her from behind and get it over quick but she shakes her head. “No, I need to recover, just give me a few minutes.”
I chuckle and pat her head, scratching her cheek lightly. “Okay, let me know when you’re ready.”
She hums and I hear her yawn. Yeah, she’s done for a couple hours, not minutes. “Silvie, go to bed, I’ll be along shortly and when you’re ready, see if I’m still in the mood.”
“No, I’ll feel bad if you don’t,” she pauses to yawn, “cum. Just, rub it onto my belly,” she offers.
“Nah, I don’t wanna do that. I want it all inside somepony, if you know what I mean?” I run my fingers along her side.
She stands and nods, kissing my cheek and nuzzling me. “I love you, my big human. You’re the best thing to happen to me.”
I smile and hug her. “You’re the best thing to happen to my world.”
“Come to bed soon, okay? I wanna cuddle with my hubby.”
“I’ll cum soon, alright.”
She rolls her eyes with a big half smile. “You will, I promise.”
With that she walks over me and stops to let me smell her sweet aroma. “Naughty mare, teasing me like that.”
She winks her eye at me and leaves me by the fire and goes into the tent. It’s a great day. I feel myself smiling regardless of not being able to cum inside her, I got her to cum and got a pretty good blowjob out of it, but I might need to take care of it myself if I can’t cum inside her… or I can go to bed and hope for the best.
I enter the tent and look at my children sleeping snugly to one side of the bed and my wife to the far side, giving me plenty of space to sleep. I’m already naked since I left my shirt outside to dry off from what she’d done to me earlier so I climb into the bed and snuggle my unicorn wife. She nuzzles my arm that I slide under her head and scoots her back against my belly as we settle in and I quickly fall asleep.
There’s an owl hooting in the woods somewhere nearby and it wakes me briefly. In those moments between being awake and being asleep I sniff my wife’s mane and feel myself hump her instinctively.
Now I notice I’m still in the mood and I didn’t get to finish inside her like I’d hoped so I think about her swishing her tail earlier at me and I start to harden as I look at her winking pussy, still fresh off orgasm as she leaves me to my own devices alone by the fire.
She’s facing away from me so when I kiss Silver on the back of her ear I watch it twitch. Letting a hand slide down her side I reach her tail and move under it to her sweet love canal. I let a finger push inside her hind lips and I drag it the length of her slit a couple times until I felt the wetness I long for. Her tail moved slightly, but she’s was still asleep.
I smirked to myself and know I had to give her a shot of man-icillin, or she’d be upset tomorrow. It was the middle of the night and the children were deep asleep so having sex would be kinky as fuck with them right next to us. I slide down a bit and move my legs between hers as carefully as I can until she’s spread as wide as my hips and I can imagine her pussy, open and waiting for me.
She stirs a little but doesn’t wake up as I roll with her so she’s on her belly and I’m behind her, hard and ready. I brace myself against the bed with one arm and the other presses to her side as I lower my hips. I feel my cock meet her soft, warm, wet lips and I slide against them a few times before I move and slip inside her like she’d just been fingered. I stop when she mumbles something.
Still asleep? She has had a long day. I rock my hips back and forth sliding, gliding in and out of her sleeping body. I feel her tensing and relaxing with my thrusts and it feels so good inside her. Moving to my knees I know I risk waking her, but I need to be deeper and I really need to fill her up with what I can.
She loves smelling like me, our fluids mixing and blending together… I owe it to her for all she does.
I roll her with me so I’m essentially pony style behind her then I grip her hips and raise her slightly up and rest her firmly on my legs. Islide inside her again, I’m so much deeper now. I can feel her arousal on my cock as I push my hips until my balls touch her body and I shiver at how good it feels, smells, sounds as I make love to my sleeping pony wife.
I get into a nice steady rhythm and lock my hands on her hips to hold her up on my thighs. I let my hand slide between us and open her pussy lips a little so the sound quiets a bit from what I’m doing to her. I start fingering her clit every time I pull back so I can feel her winking against me, trying to milk me before I’m ready.
She snorts and moves her head and I think she’s woken up, but she’s still out. Good Silvie, get your rest, I’ll do all the work. She whimpers and her forehooves start poking at the bed like she’s crawling ahead.
I feel her getting tighter, or I’m getting bigger. Closer to cumming in her, coating her walls with my warm white seed. I speed up as the feeling in my loins grows suddenly and I feel the orgasm rush through my lower body.
I thrust against her body again and again, feeling cum flow from my cock into her pussy. A couple squirts and a grunt from me and the rush of a short orgasm and I’m done, I can’t go on. My heart is pounding and my body is trembling, my mouth is dry from the quiet scream I let go. Sweat is forming across my body.
Now I have to pull out and that’s not fun either. It’s like sliding an orgasm creating feather down the length of my manhood as I withdraw and let her body fall to the bed. I lay on her back and roll off to my side again and catch my breath.
“Feel better?” she asks in a hushed whisper.
I’m taken back slightly. “You were awake?”
“Well, I was near the end, for sure,” she giggles sweetly, “so do you feel better? After releasing in me finally?”
I move closer and touch my nose to her snout for an Eskimo kiss. “Yes, my love. I’m sorry, I thought you’d wake up when I started and go along with me.”
“I did, and I had a little orgasm before you finished, but I wanted you to feel naughty. Did you like me better when I was asleep?”
I think for a second and shrug. “Not really, you’re better when you work with me.”
She kissed me on the lips and her horn lights up, pulling the blankets over us and smoothing them out. “Tomorrow I’ll be a better mate.”
I sigh and look into my mares eyes. “I love you so much, Silver. You’re the perfect mate.”
She blushes and kisses me. “You’re sweeter than a pound of sugar mixed with honey.”
“Only for you.”
We cuddle close together and she rests her horn on my shoulder as she falls asleep. I still feel the urge to have sex again, I guess those herbs Zecora sold me are working a little too well. I’ll have to take less tomorrow morning and see if that calms my urges.
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.
