Timber’s gaze darted from left to right as he ran through the alleys of Ponyville. He kept lookout on the next street, scanning for ponies that could see them before diving into the next alley. Once the coast was clear he waved with his hoof for them to go.

The colt quickly ran, and so did Wolfie who managed to outrun him quite enthusiastically as if they were having a race. As soon as she got into the next alley she turned around, jumped and yipped happily at Timber, who couldn’t help but smile as he petted her.

“Good girl. But try to be a bit more quiet. We don’t want to attract any attention now, do we?”

Wolfie yipped more subdued, lowering her voice.

Timber grinned giving his pet a hug, and ruffling her head affectionately. He already was quite cheerful at the mere thought of living together with her. Pet and possible loyal marefriend in one. Not to mention that she was well-behaved too! Surely it wouldn’t be any trouble for him to take care of a pet like her.

‘Take that, mom and dad!’ the colt thought triumphantly, before waving the puppy forward as she followed him along.

Timber breathed in relief as he saw that they made it. Right on the other side of the street sat the two-story building. His home was quite nice and offered a lot of room. They had, besides the ground floor with its living room, also multiple bathrooms, a kitchen and dining room, and a cellar. That was the working area, or more like a hobby room as his father once taught him the art of whittling there. The first floor had all the bedrooms and some guest rooms in it, as well as the study of his mother.

They had a garden to the right with all kinds of flowers, plants, a tree, and even a small swimming pool for summer. All that was wrapped up by a wooden fence made of logs that was around the small mansion.

He once again made sure the coast is clear before waving for Wolfie to go. She instantly went to the alley next to the log fence, Timber arriving shortly after her. He quickly looked for the key in his school saddlebags and took it out before walking to a small wooden gate on the side. A side entrance so to say. It was originally meant to access the alley garbage containers since the glass ones were placed just there. The alley ended a short way in and was also broader than the other alleys due to it being a placement for the glass containers. Not that it mattered since it now made a good entrance out of the way of prying eyes.

The door creaked open and Timber ushered Wolfie hurriedly inside. The puppy gave a quiet yip and did as she was told. He closed it before turning around, seeing Wolfie looking excitedly at her new home. She was currently at the right corner of their property. Said passage was filled out with sand. A small desert with beach chairs one might say. Sometimes he liked to play there too. Not as much today as in the past, but it had its perks. It was rather fine sand too and not some of the gritty stuff. It felt nice under one's hooves. Timber could appreciate that.

Not that he had time now. First he should get Wolfie up there, in his room on the first floor. Luckily he knew just how to do that.

“Come here Wolfie!” he called silently making the puppy’s head turn and listen to him instantly. Timber smiled, leading them to a tree they had in their garden. A log ramp was leaned against it making a rather comfortable climb upwards. Wolfie followed behind him as he went up, being quite curious about what he had planned. Once above he followed a thick branch that was connected to his room. Literally. The branch went into his room. His father designed it so that the wall was encasing the branch, while a window was placed on top of it. He opened said window trotting in with his new pet.

Timber sighed in relief as he was finally safe. No pony noticed.

Just like before Wolfie seemed curious and looked around. His room had enough space for everything that was needed. A big four poster bed, a large desk with tools to work with, a nightstand, a wardrobe, a small refrigerator with a wooden door for juice and the like and an adjacent door to a private bathroom that even had a tub. Made out of wood of course. His family personally found that wood was the best material for it instead of what it was usually made off. Heck, even the sink was made of wood!

Then again, it wouldn’t be as surprising considering it was what his parents’ company was about. Products out of wood, to put it mildly. Any wood in any form. From tables to chairs to bathtubs and sinks. It certainly was quite the lucrative business in a sense.

In his room were additionally shelves with books on the subject of how to process wood, but there was also one shelf with a TV and gaming console on it, and of course a table with a couch in front of it. His room offered quite a variety and Timber knew that he could be quite happy with what he had.

He then set his backpack down next to his desk. It was the weekend now and he wouldn’t need it.

Wolfie sniffed curiously at some of the wooden toys he had made that were lying on the ground. The one she inspected being a carriage. Timber liked to experiment seeing just what he could do. Toys certainly were a nice start for his talent. Or maybe a branch his parents’ company could lead into? He was still open on that when it came to focussing his talent or being more widespread about it. Though that certainly was an interesting idea. They could try and go into the toy market as well!

Hehe. He certainly was quite the savvy business genius!

His new pet slash marefriend meanwhile continued to explore, running around every which way and taking all the different sights in.

Timber chuckled at her zeal, but it was only understandable. As far as he knew she never was inside a pony house before. Even less one that roomy and full of different kinds of things.

Ooh, and she has found an interest in his bed. The little thing was standing up on her hindlegs, front paws on it and tried to climb up. It was a bit difficult for her, but she managed it all the same after a short while. She seemed fascinated with how her paws were sinking into the soft mattress. So much in fact that she was laying down like he had seen dogs do. Walking in a semi-circle before laying down at that particular bending angle that made a dogs tail run right past its muzzle.

Wolfie gave a yawn at that in clear enjoyment of this fluffy goodness she was resting on.

“That’s really cute,” Timber admitted, but it also did remind him that he needed to make her a bed of sorts. Seeing how she probably was used to sleeping on the cold hard ground he was sure he could quickly make a soft spot for her to lie down on.

Those dog beds more often than not were after all nothing more than a basket and a blanket, or in some cases just a blanket in a specific form and of course girth. Nothing anypony couldn’t do themselves.

So he nodded to himself as he walked around his room quickly snatching up a blanket in one of his cabinets that luckily had some to spare. He folded it once and laid it down. Then he took another blanket and repeated that process, making a nice plushy square. Then he went over to the couch, quickly snagging up two pillows and plopping them down.

He looked at his creation, feeling some light air of accomplishment at his quick and impeccable work.

Especially the placement as well. Right next to his bed. He could simply move it under his bed whenever it is not needed to avoid suspicion.

His eyes wandered to the puppy again who was peering at him curiously, tilting her head as she had sat up.

“Look! I made you a perfect place to sleep!” Timber exclaimed proudly. And indeed the puppy walked forward to the edge of the bed and took a look at it.

Then she simply turned around and laid back on the bed.

Timber felt a bit disappointed by that lackluster reaction of hers but he could get her to sleep on it tonight. No need to be hectic about it.

He was about to hop on his bed when he felt slightly thirsty. His eyes went to the refrigerator that was on the right to his desk. The colt walked over to it and pulled the wooden handle open with his teeth.

His hoof swiped in, quickly getting an apple spritzer, before moving away and kicking the door shut. He went over to his desk seeing as it had a bottle opener worked into its edge. He popped the cap off and let it fall in a well-practiced manner into the bin placed directly under it.

He set the bottle to his lips gulping its cool refreshing liquid down, before putting it on the table and sighing in satisfaction.

‘I really needed that. Seems like doing sex can dry a pony up...which reminds me,’ he thought looking to the pup.

“I should probably give you some water. You must be thirsty too after all. Luckily I still have my cereal bowl here. Glad I didn’t store it away in the kitchen again.”

The bowl, made of wood of course, rested on his desk. The puppy eyed him curiously as he took the edge of it in his mouth and carried it off to the bathroom.

Seeing as he was still a foal his parents had made some wooden steps for him to access his wooden sink easier. He didn’t pay much attention to anything else as he simply filled up the bowl with water quickly. After that was done he got back into the room.

Wolfie still looked at him curiously from the spot of his bed. He set the bowl down with a smile and gestured with his hoof towards it.

“Alright Wolfie. This water is for you,” he said nudging it towards her direction as if to emphasize the point further.

The puppy seemed to understand as she hopped off the bed at last and walked over to the bowl. But instead of lapping at it like Timber expected, she instead set a paw into the water, making the foal’s face scrunch up in confusion.

“That isn’t right Wolfie,” he told her and was about to get her paw out of the water. At least until he noticed that the water seemed to slowly vanish.

It could easily be overlooked at first glance, but if one kept staring one could see it.

The colt’s head was alight with thoughts, wondering how that worked out.

‘Is it because she is part tree? Does she absorb water like trees with her roots? Well, if timberwolf paws can be compared to tree roots.’

In any case this certainly fascinated the colt. He never had heard or read about anything like it. Then again, there was no real books on timberwolves. Only the general information about how dangerous they are and that their breath stinks.

‘Wolfie’s doesn’t stink though, but I think their breath stinks because they are hunting. Does that mean I need to get meat for her then?’ the colt thought, not quite sure how to handle this particular part of caretaking.

“Maybe I can try and feed her something else,” he mumbled before shaking his head. “I will just try that later.

By the time he had freed himself of those thoughts he noticed that the water was gone and Wolfie lifted her paw back out of the bowl.

Smiling, he couldn’t help but pet her head.

“Good girl.”

Maybe it was a bit strange for him to pet her for drinking water, but he honestly just was happy for learning something new. And while there were still other questions unanswered, he was sure he could work them out over time.

He was about to play some games when he felt his bladder announcing its discomfort.

His eyes turned to the still open bathroom door, at least until he realized something. A simple fact of nature as his eyes went back to Wolfie. Where water is absorbed it has to leak sometime again.

It made Timber scrunch his muzzle as he thought about it. He might not necessarily be able to take her out too often without being suspicious. And he of course can’t have her ruin his room. So maybe he should try and get her potty trained in a sense? Maybe have her use the toilet...somehow?

“Alright. Fluttershy can talk to animals, so I can too. I mean, it can’t be that hard, right?”

Wolfie still sat in front of him, looking at him curiously as Timber ordered his thoughts.

“Okay. Now, Wolfie. Have you ever heard of a toilet?”

The little puppy cutely tilted her head to the side, making Timber sigh as he set a hoof against his forehead.

“Of course not. What was I thinking asking that question?”

His mind went over the topic, thinking about the best way to approach it so that Wolfie could understand. He scratched his cheek with a hoof, feeling a bit unsure as he tried again.

“Then I try to explain it differently. You know, if you drink you have to let the water out sometime as another liquid. I mean, I have a penis where it comes out and you a leafy vagina, but it comes out back there all the same. Do you understand me, Wolfie?”

In response the puppy simply cocked her head in the other direction, looking at him in confusion yet again.

Timber groaned, smacking both hooves on his head as he sat on his rear.

“This isn’t working! How does Fluttershy make it look so easy! Okay. I need a new plan. If explaining isn’t working...then...maybe I should try and...demonstrate,” he said, forcing the words past his embarrassment and reddening cheeks.

It was the only other option. Showing her how to use the toilet would convey it best. A practical example. And his family was all for practical examples when it came to their wood business.

Still…

‘This is so embarrassing!’

He practically cupped both of his cheeks making distressed noises as the puppy simply continued to watch him curiously.

After a minute he had worked out the most of it and stood back up sighing.

“Let’s just get this behind us. I really need to go anyway.”

He went into the bathroom, leading Wolfie and headed straight for the urinal right next to the toilet. After all, he always used that one for the smaller affairs. And he also only needed to convey peeing to Timber.

“Okay, Wolfie. Now watch me. I just drank something. And now I need to let it all out,” he said, drawing her attention as he stood up on his hind legs, while letting his front legs lean against the wall as he positioned himself.

His cock hung out of his sheath, aimed for the urinal. Everything was perfect and ready for the demonstration.

At least Timber thought so until a cold snout was nestled against his balls. Though it was too late for him to stop now. He already had relaxed his muscles, letting his pee out.

The colt could do little more than yelp, his whole form wobbling on his two hind legs.

“W-Wolfie?!” the colt cried, trying to reprimand her, but the puppy didn’t seem to listen as her leafy tongue suddenly lapped at the border between his balls and pucker.

His cock instantly hardened, and another cry escaped the colts lips. Just that this time he couldn’t hold onto his balance any longer. He fell with his back onto the floor as Wolfie quickly avoided being buried underneath the colt.

Though the real problem was his cock was still going.

Some dismayed cries followed as the colt felt his own pee rain down on him, making a mess on his body. With how disoriented he was, he had no chance of getting it under control, meaning that the entirety of his bladder was emptied on him, leaving his coat dripping from it.

Timber shuddered, his whole head red now, in embarrassment of what had happened. He turned to his side to stand up, but then noticed Wolfie smiling happily at him, as if she had done something great just now.

The colt scowled, looking displeased at the oblivious piece of wood.

He stood up on his four legs, cringing at the soaked feeling of his body before he hardened his expression on the puppy again.

“Bad Wolfie! Bad!” he scolded her, making her ears fold against her head and her body to flinch in on herself as she whimpered.

It made Timber hesitate before sighing out and patting her head. He really didn’t want to see her this upset. She was way too cute for that. Then again, she was cute being depressed too with her ears folded like this. Though he really didn’t want to come off as a bully. So he tried to amend the situation.

“It’s alright Wolfie,” he comforted, making the pup look up, “Just...no ball sniffing and licking while I’m leaking. Though I do hope you at least understood what I was showing you.”

...And she just tilted her head again.

Timber groaned loudly as he dragged his hoof down on his face. Though that action only reminded him of how dirty he currently was.

He sighed in defeat and stepped via wooden stairs up and into the wooden bathtub.

“Nothing I can do about this now,” he mumbled in clear defeat as he decided for now to concentrate on the issue of getting squeaky clean once more.

Wolfie followed him up on the wooden stairs that were connected to the tub and looked from the edge of the large tub down to the colt.

Seeing how he was busy turning a knob that sat on the tubes edge, he didn’t notice her. The moment he turned the knob some water instantly shot out from a faucet that was placed inside the walls of the tub and below the knob.

The colt instantly pushed his hooves under the running warm water, sighing gratefully as he started to feel already cleaner once more.

He stared at the faucet for a moment, as he leaned back, enjoying how his behind was enveloped in the warm water as he sat inside the tub. Then he grabbed for a bottle of lemon scented shampoo, pouring some into the tub beneath the faucet where it bubbled up. He put the bottle back before noticing the curious Wolfie.

Smiling slightly, he wondered if it would be wise to let her into the tub as well. She was made of wood after all. But then he recognized how stupid that question was. Timberwolves lived in the Everfree Forest. And he knew for certain that this forest had some heavy rainfalls and storms.

“Come here,” he told her gently as he reached his hooves out for her. The pup didn’t even hesitate as she jumped into his awaiting hooves.

“Oof!” the colt exclaimed as he caught her, before setting her down between his legs and into the water.

He patted her head and hummed a bit as the tub was filling slowly up, soaking up his tail and crawling along his back.

‘Will have to turn it off soon, so that Wolfie’s head isn’t going underwater...not sure if she needs to breathe.’

Another new mystery to add to the growing pile. Maybe he needed a book? It certainly would help if he could just read more about Timberwolves. Now that he actually brought her home, he noticed just how clueless he truly was. Timberwolves weren’t dogs. So he couldn’t really use his general knowledge with her.

It was a bit frustrating, but the warm water washed this frustration away, making him hum in clear satisfaction.

“This feels great. I really needed that,” he said relaxed, as his hoof lazily reached for the knob to turn the water off. By that point the water after all was just below the puppy’s head. She pushed her snout under the water in another bout of clear curiosity, before bringing it back up again and sneezing lightly.

Timber chuckled at this.

“I will figure this out. Nothing after all works flawlessly from the start. My whittling wasn’t as good as it is now from the start. I had to exercise a lot. I had to experiment a lot. But in the end I got it right. And I will get things right with you too Wolfie. You are my marefriend after all.”

The puppy let out a yip as if to affirm his sentiment as he scrambled to the back of the tub, leaning against it and enjoying the clean and relaxing feeling. Wolfie followed as well, scrambling on his form, her paws going to his chest as her hindlegs were placed on his hindlegs. Thought that position did leave her legs spread. Not to mention Timber felt something soft settle against him as the puppy was laying against him. It was an all too familiar leafy sensation.

Timber blushed slightly, suppressing a groan as the memory aroused him, his cock slipping out of his sheath mere moments later.

“Mmmmm,” he voiced his approval as Wolfie slipped slightly and had to adjust her position. This leading to her soft vulva rubbing along his shaft as it emerged.

As if on instinct, Timber grabbed the puppy’s wooden ass, and while certainly not soft, he really loved the wooden texture of it. It was funny to think about, that he as a wood craftspony would find a literal wooden wolf as a marefriend.

Though those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he moved her plot along his cock, making her pussy rub further along him in a teasing motion.

The puppy seemed more flushed as well, giving out a high-pitched, breathy yowl to voice her own excitement. Timber for one was sure that she would be dripping, if those parts of her anatomy weren’t submerged in water that is.

The colt took that as encouragement to continue, guiding her flanks along as he humped against her soft pliable lips. He winced a bit when his cock slid against a part of her that wasn’t her slit, but that was still something for him to address later.

Seeing how humping might actually make him uncomfortable if hitting the wrong spots, Timber decided to speed things up, by pulling her all the way up until his flat cocktip rested on her leafy twat.

It smashed right against her hole, making another pleased sounding yip escape her as the head was wiggling on her sensitive entrance.

Timber grunted as well, a spike of pleasure running along his body from the feeling. Still, he knew so much more. So much better was about to come, so he restrained himself enough to concentrate as he guided her rear and held it firm, before pulling her down.

It took a moment, but the prior sex certainly had loosened her up enough for it to fit in faster than last time.

With but a moment the tip slipped in, and with how wet his cock was, so did the rest of it only seconds later.

Both of them moaned in their own unique ways, voicing their pleasure at feeling this connection between them. Timber loved the soft feeling that wrapped around his cock tightly, as did Wolfie love the thick piece of meat that was shoved right into her pussy.

Interestingly enough it also reminded him that he had cum inside her earlier, seeing as he felt said cum still resting inside of her pussy, smearing her hole nicely with its wetness.

As he kept his hooves on her flanks, the colt moved her small body up again, her walls dragging along his prick, as if trying to keep it inside of her. A wish that was fulfilled almost instantly as he guided her rear back down and his cock deeply into her.

More yips could be heard as he started to move her, making her bounce on him and the water splash with each time she came crashing down on his cock.

It was a constant noise that filled the room among the groans and yips of the pair. A constant stream of pleasure as Wolfie learned, her hips starting to move and support him as he felt her pussy enveloping his cock soon out of her own volition, while his hooves only helped to guide her lightly.

Having her hump into him and take control of the speed only seemed to enhance the experience, making him groan more as his precum leaked from his shaft, helping to further ease the movement.

It probably helped as well that she was speeding up his initial pace. She could feel his cock vanishing inside her small body again and again. Each time a new high was felt. Each time a new incentive to keep going. To get faster. To get deeper. Until all of it fit inside her and was scraping in all the right places.

Even a small bulge could be seen as her wooden plates shifted along, showing that her insides were quite flexible, despite what one could think of her wooden exterior.

The pleased faces she was making were also rather sexy in Timber’s eyes. Seeing her clear needy enjoyment. Her tongue hanging out, panting and yiping. A leafy tongue…

He hardly could hold back like that, so he dived forward, connecting his muzzle with hers in a deep kiss. Wolfie was surprised but practically melted into it as she felt his tongue shoved into her exotic mouth.

Both moaned, the fucking increasing in speed, the wet splashes becoming louder. Timber had enough sense in him to hope his parents wouldn’t hear, but still couldn’t really bring himself to slow her down. He wanted this. He needed her warm orifice around his rock-hard shaft.

It felt so good. So amazing to him. He wanted to do this every day for the rest of his life.

‘Wolves of Timber live forever, right?’ he wondered briefly. Before the hips coming down on his dick dispelled the thought right away.

He felt the same sensation from earlier quickly building up. Waves of pleasure were crashing down on him, as they seemed to be crashing down on her as her wooden muzzle pressed into him more in their hot kiss.

Then he parted, looking deep into her aroused eyes, a string of drool connecting them like a red string of fate.

The puppy moved faster and faster. Her yips increasing in pitch as she hurried on. Her arousal was by this point flowing from her pussy, before being washed away on each downwards hump.

“W-Wolfie! I-It’s c-cumming again!” Timber warned.

A warning that was answered by a yip as she kept up. More and more her pussy milked his shaft. Coaxing more and more pre out of him as she felt her own climax within reach.

She came first.

Her body went down one last time as she yipped loudly and in a high-pitch as her pussy contracted around the colt’s cock.

Timber groaned in disappointment as her moving ended and took it upon his own hooves.

His grip on her rear tightened and he humped up into her needily. He whined, his own pleasure building while Wolfie yipped out in surprise at the sudden movement. Her pleasure only skyrocketed as Timber humped himself to his own climax with a vigor.

And then he pulled her down. Sheathing her completely as he groaned and his cock spurted his load.

His body quivered from the pleasure as his grip was tight on her. He had her pulled as deep as possible. Balls-deep and he wasn’t letting her go an inch as he came and sullied her walls with another badge of his seed.

He groaned again, another rope spurting into her, filling her more and more. His new cum, mixing with the one from earlier in the day.

Both tensed, groaned, yipped and writhed about, riding their highs for all they were worth until they finally relaxed back into the tub, panting and yipping as they were still connected by their lower regions.

Timber smiled, stroking her side. “A-Ah… Guess I will have to clean that mess out of you this time, don’t I?” he asked. It was after all important to keep her clean, outside and inside and not to forget about clean-up, like he did after his first time.

Still, for now he felt like relaxing for just a bit longer. Just to lean back, enjoy the warmth and the closeness to her.

They both soaked into the bath for a while. Minutes, half an hour. Timber wasn’t sure as he just relaxed. He could enjoy this moment for the rest of his life, so comfortable did he feel.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

“Timber? Are you ready? Dinner is ready!” he heard the voice of his mother right from outside the bathroom door.

The colt almost jumped out of his coat in fright as he bolted upright.

Wolfie was launched into the water. Her head quickly surfaced but Timber reacted quickly enough to hold back any noises she could make by placing a hoof on her snout.

“I-I’m coming! Give me fifteen minutes!”

“...Is there someone else with you?”

“N-No! I was just...thinking to myself.”

“Well, make sure to hurry up. Neither your father nor I would approve if your food gets cold just because you forget the time. Remember, wood-”

“Yes. Wooden discipline is a life’s work,” he said, waving her off, despite the door being closed.

“Good. We will be waiting.”

With that hoofsteps sounded, announcing her retreat out of his room.

Timber sighed in relief, before looking to Wolfie, smiling apologetically.

“I’m sorry Wolfie. She can’t know you are here. With that being said I better hurry up...meaning I also have to help you clean up...somehow...wait...how do I clean a hole…?”

Author's Note

An update! At last! Praise the moon! Praise Woona's adorable flat teats!

Also, don't worry in case the one scene where he messed himself up made you uncomfortable. No watersports is planned in this story. It was more of an excuse for him to take a bath, while at the same time trying to learn more about the puppy's needs.

Lastly, I'm thinking on changing something in Chapter 1. Maybe I will replace the filly that ditched him with Silver Spoon. Just a thing I'm putting some thought into right now.

Also, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. After all I'm normally doing less romance stuff.