After finding out just how to clean a hole, which was mostly him holding said hole open as he let the faucet rinse it free of his seed, he went down to dinner. Wolfie certainly seemed to enjoy the cleaning experience and it tuckered her out as well, which was a huge plus for him. After all, he was nervous leaving her alone in his room, fearing she might somehow open the door or escape in another way that subsequently would reveal her to his parents.

It was an unfounded worry for now as dinner passed peacefully with just the occasional question about how his day was. He gave a simple bland reply to it, seeing how he was used to it. A fact that he was grateful for, seeing as such a question could trip other foals up and spell certain doom for his new little secret.

As soon as he was done he went back to his room, only to find Wolfie still ignoring the masterful bed he had crafted for her, in favor of his own, as she was fast asleep on it.

Timber grumbled a bit, but seeing how he felt rather tired himself let it go. Besides, she looked cute even while she was disregarding his order.

A big yawn wrestled itself free from him as he climbed on the bed and under the covers. He enjoyed the soft feeling of it along his fur, the comforting warmth seeping into him as his eyes got heavier, until sleep found him, and sending him off on his journey for the next day.

Saturday

He awoke the next morning, Wolfie cuddling against his barrel. Though from the open eyes staring at him it was clear that she was awake now...which was an interesting concept.

‘So even timberwolves sleep. As tired as I was I didn’t really pay any mind to her being asleep yesterday when I came back from dinner. Though I guess, I just assumed she would because it is normal to me, but that doesn’t have to mean anything with her, considering…’

His eyes widened as he scooted back. The puppy looked at him curiously as she stood up. The colt’s eyes wandered under her at the spot she slept and he sighed in relief.

“Thank Celestia you didn’t wet the bed...or made a big mess. Still, it can only be a matter of time, and I do fear that possibility… I really don’t want to explain any such mess to mom and dad. I’d die of shame!” the colt exclaimed, throwing his hooves up in the air, before falling backwards and onto his back in the bed.

Then he scooted of the bed, Wolfie simply following along and jumping off it without much trouble.

It was then that Timber had another idea.

“Wait...then again…” he wondered, before walking around Wolfie, though she walked back around to face him, making him groan. “Wolfie, hold still!” he whined, keeping a hoof on her back as he walked around. He then sat next to her plot, his other hoof lifting her tail and inspecting her sphincter...or the lack thereof.

“I knew it,” he whispered, quite fascinated. “You are more like a tree than a wolf. So you absorb water through your root paws, but don’t have to use the toilet...which explains how you had no idea what I was talking about in the first place yesterday!”

The puppy yipped and Timber smiled at his impeccable conclusion, before scratching the back of his head thoughtfully as he let go of her tail.

“But...you do sleep. So it is still a mix...unless you don’t need sleep? So confusing,” the colt said, shaking his head.

Just as he shook his head, his stomach did as well in an audible rumble. “Right. Breakfast first. I will get you something too Wolfie...and I best not think about the missing sphincter and digestive tract, despite Timberwolves clearly eating...meat. I also will forget about that. I will be right back! Just stay still!”

The colt rushed out the door and down the stairs where a sizable living room was located to his left and a kitchen to his right. He darted into the kitchen with connected dining room, going to the refrigerator.

“What is the rush, Timber? Are you that hungry?” a female voice asked.

He turned around, his body tensing a bit as he saw his mother sitting at the dining table.

She had a pale yellow coat with a long and full green mane that had thick, leaf-like looking strands.

Good Fortune. She was the business mare in his family, while his father was more the creative craftspony. They made a rather good team which led to the success of their company and their wealth.

“Y-Yes,” Timber stuttered out nodding.

His mother leaned her head into one hoof eyeing him with her all-knowing smile and her half-lidded eyes, as she pushed a plate of two grilled toast with cheese in his direction.

In all honesty he was worried that she might be the one of his parents that would find out about the puppy first. She was analytical and often had a poker face on that was hard to read for any pony.

All the same, he snatched some nearby fruits and put them on the plate as well, making Fortune raise an inquisitive brow.

“I...Just got an idea for a project. So...I will be eating upstairs in my room and I thought I could take a few more things with me, just to...keep the creative juices flowing,” he bluffed, but then again did not. After all, understanding Wolfie could count as a project, no matter how drastically different it was from his usual woodwork.

His mother, thankfully, nodded to his reasoning. “I see. Your father is already out and about. You might remember the large donation we made to the police department? He right now meets up with the head of it and will also invite him over later. So be on your best behavior when he does,” she told him, sipping from her cup of chocolate milk.

“Will do!” Timber said, maybe a bit too fast as he took the plate between his teeth and walked hurriedly off. He would have run, but that only would have given him some admonishment. After all, running with a plate between his teeth was dangerous as it did slightly hinder his sight.

More importantly was the meeting with the police chief… He shuddered to think what would happen if a pony like that discovered Wolfie. He already had completely forgotten about it with all that had happened and his eagerness to learn more about his puppy slash marefriend. Hm… Puppyfriend?

He pulled the handle with his hoof and pushed the door back open again. Wolfie luckily hasn’t caused any ruckus in his room, like tearing pillows apart and the like. He had heard that dogs that stay home could do that. Though maybe it was only because he was away for a bit. It was hard to say.

Still he put the plate on the ground before quickly closing the door, sighing in relief. Then he sat in front of the plate, grabbing one of the toasts and biting heartily into it, moaning at the taste.

The puppy got closer to the plate, sniffing the toast and fruits. Timber pushed the toast in front of her, awaiting what she would do but...she didn’t eat it. After a while of sniffing, she seemed rather nonchalant towards it even!

‘Is it because it isn’t meat?’ Timber had to wonder. If that was the case it would be tricky. He hardly would be able to just get his hands on meat. Of course he couldn’t let Wolfie starve either.

...If she needed food that is.

As he finished up the first toast and went for the second he mulled it over. After all, timber wolves were quite the mystery as far as he knew. At least, there weren’t any books on them. Timber knew. He is interested in wood, so naturally he once tried to look Timberwolves up. The most he could find was some small tidbits of information in a monster encyclopedia. And that pretty much only stated about the dangers of these wolves and that they hunt herbivores, while having a foul breath…

‘Wolfie doesn’t have a foul breath though. Does she get it only when she gets older? Or is there another reason?’

Timber groaned. His head hurt. Thinking about questions that he couldn’t solve wasn’t the nicest of things. He knew he probably would have to get meat to try and feed it to her. Tomorrow at the latest. Better still today. But right now he couldn’t just go as they expected a visitor.

“Until then I best plan things through more. Or more like planning all of this...Hm...maybe…” he said, an idea popping in his head, as he grinned in clear enthusiasm. “Let’s learn some tricks Wolfie!”

“Play dead!” Timber eagerly said, as the puppy laid down lifelessly, pretending to be lifeless, or dead as it may be.

He actually tried it for close to an hour. A bit frustrating, but for now it worked…4 times out of 10.

But maybe it was also because Wolfie was getting bored of it as she quickly stood up once more.

She had a mind of her own, which to be fair was to be expected. She wasn’t a toy, but a living being. And that was pretty much what he wanted too. He wanted some real marefriend experience.

Then again, you don’t normally try to teach your marefriend tricks, but-

“Timber, it is time,” Fortune said, as the mare walked in his room without even knocking, making the colt tense up.

“M-Mom! Y-You can’t just come in here without knocking!” Timber quickly blurted out getting in front of Wolfie. He just wasn’t ready for such a situation yet.

The mare’s eyes focused on him, looking at him curiously. “I can and I will. We have no secrets after all. So in case the sex-ed lessons make you curious and you are exploring your body, there is nothing to be ashamed off,” she replied, not even showing a hint of embarrassment.

The polar opposite could be said about Timber as his head turned red and he whined, his front hooves instinctively hiding his sheath as he was sitting.

“MOM!”

The mare rolled her eyes and smiled, clearly amused by his distress.

“But that isn’t what you are hiding now,” she continued on trudging to him with fast steps. Fast enough that Timber had no time to prepare as she loomed over him and looked behind his back.

Timber was sweating profusely by this point, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

“Oh?” she said curiously, her eyes trailing over the timberwolf puppy.

Timber himself was as curious as he was afraid to look, so he took a glance behind him.

Wolfie was playing dead.

It took all his willpower for him to not sigh in relief at that. Sure, in the past hour he talked to Wolfie and convinced her to learn how to stay still as much as possible, but he wasn’t quite sure she understood how heavy the consequences would be if she was found out.

And yes, he did during his talk explain it to her, best he could, though that was no garant for success. Only that it seemed to work now despite his doubts. Her acting like a mere toy. A perfect disguise for emergency situations like this.

“You got a rather curious taste, Timber,” his mother finally said, “But it certainly got quite the detail regardless. Your newest project I assume?”

The colt nodded rapidly. “Y-Yes! Which is why I didn’t want you to see it! I-I got the materials yesterday at the edge of the Whitetail Woods.”

The last part technically wasn’t a lie seeing how he did meet Wolfie there. And with his mother he had learned that it is best to mix the truth with a lie, to muddy it and her detection of said lie.

“My apologies then, Timber. But I rather keep an eye on you for both your father and I, seeing how he is more lax in comparison. Still, I imagine with your creativity that you will grow into an upstanding stallion that will honor our family business. And one with the right bride by your side.”

Timber groaned. He really didn’t like it when his mother was like this. It was a good thing he managed to keep his short relationship with Diamond Tiara a secret. He really didn’t want her to constantly budge in just to ask how things were, or to even give him advice.

“Now come on then,” she said, beckoning him with her and down to where no doubt his father and the police chief would be waiting.

The colt sighed and followed along. He made sure to gesture for Wolfie to stay where she was just before he left the door and closed it.

They made it fast enough down the stairs and to the living room. He could already hear his father and what he assumed was the deep voice of the police chief as he turned into the room.

Only that a filly muzzle was almost touching him as soon as he turned the corner.

Timber yelped loudly and in a high-pitch as he fell on his plot, the unexpected guest scaring the living bejesus out of him.

She had a pale beige fur coat with a brown mane, black-rimmed glasses and a crown atop of her head. Though she wasn’t a fully unknown to him as she was in his class.

Her name was Zipporwhill.

Still, despite that he never really interacted with the filly. The class was big and he never really was too invested in getting to know everypony there was.

Of course her being here led to all kinds of questions popping up in his mind.

On the forefront being: What is she doing here?

As he got his heartbeat back under control his father chuckled, approaching him together with another stallion.

His father, Wood Chuck, had a beige color with a brown mane. Certainly quite similar to Zipporwhill’s colors one could say, even mistake them for being related, only that the coat of Zippo was a lot more muted in color. Though his brown mane was of course in a vastly different style. It was kempt over one side of his face, hiding an eye, and he also had a chin beard. Additionally he wore a green sloppy beanie over his head. It certainly was easy to see his carefree personality from that alone.

The other stallion must be police chief Nightjar. White fur, black mane and a neatly cut black beard, as well as a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a tightly fitting black sweater.

Oh, and he was built like a brick house.

Taller and broader than most ponies with clear muscle definition, showing that he probably could go hoof-to-hoof with a buffalo, heck, maybe even with a yak!

“You alright there, buddy?” his father asked him, pulling him back to his legs, as he blushed slightly.

“J-Just startled is all.”

Nightjar chuckled, “Aye. I imagine Zippo can be quite startling sometime when somepony doesn’t expects it.”

As he said that he ruffled the small filly’s head affectionately, making her preen at the attention.

“Anyway, I am Nightjar as you have probably heard. Chief Police Officer of Ponyville,” he said in greeting, “And this bundle of joy is Zipporwhill, but you probably already know that from school.”

“Y-Yeah. Nice to meet you,” Timber greeted back.

Nightjar clopped his hooves together jovially. “Now then! Why don’t you show my little Zippo your room! You might as well go and have some fun while we adults talk about the boring paperwork!”

His heart sunk at that suggestion.

“W-What?”

“Sounds fine to me!” Wood Chuck said with a happy nod, as either father shoved their foal back to the corridor without listening to any complaints or objections. Not that he couldn’t hear them from Zippowhirl.

She had been eyeing him curiously. Not really giving off much to go on her thought process.

The colt looked over to her as she sighed.

“Seems like we are trapped then for now. So, lead away to your room,” she told him, already on her way as she waited for him to catch up and take the lead. “Do your parents like to arrange playdates for you as well?” she wondered, concluding that this probably counted as an arranged playdate as well… Now it at least made sense why he was supposed to be here.

Not that he would have rebelled if he knew beforehoof. He wasn’t exactly a defiant colt.

He shrugged as he lead her up the stairs, albeit his steps were heavy and slowed as he answered.

“I-I guess they like to do that. Not too often, but it can happen if they think I’m not hanging out enough with other foals.”

Zippo mulled that over, “Sounds just like with mine. A tad too pushy. Especially for a filly of justice. I don’t always have time for other foals. Crime never sleeps after all!”

She seemed rather chipper at that statement, which only reminded him of the few instances he saw her behaving in a...peculiar manner.

For example, a filly getting scolded by her for dropping trash on the ground. Getting between conflicts. Calling for the teacher by rule violation, like bringing something to school that wasn’t allowed. Basically reporting, or snitching…

It was probably easy to see why foals avoided her. She was quite eager when it came to policing...which made sense considering her father.

He never really connected the dots though until now as he simply didn’t interact with her or got to know that her father was the police chief.

Then as he reached the door to his room he hesitated.

Wolfie was behind that door and if she can’t keep still Zippowhirl would find out and no doubt alarm her father downstairs.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t planning for any pony to be for a longer time in his room. Wolfie is just a puppy and she can become impatient as well and move.

So he quickly turned around, blocking the filly from entering as he adopted a nervous smile. Albeit he tried his best to make it look natural. Not that it helped.

“H-Hold up! Now that I think about it, I just remembered that the garden might be much more fun to play around in! My room is just a boring old room in direct comparison, so how about we just go outside!”

“Well...that sounds fun,” she admitted, lowering her head in thought.

Timber smiled in relief already walking past her to lead her further. “Follow me then!”

“But, I rather play in your room first,” she admitted, turning the handle.

The colt screeched to a halt, though it was already too late as he saw her walking in.

Panicking, he instantly galloped after her. His eyes scanned the room, quickly looking where Wolfie might be to stage an intervention.

He quickly found her under the table by the couch on the carpet, laying down there. It made the colt cringe, seeing as the upper part had a window made of glass. He hurried over, quickly pushing some video games that were on the table on top of it, while sitting down on one of the sides of it, in direct line of the filly, so she couldn’t see the puppy in question.

It all went over fast. But not fast enough for her to not notice the fast movement and quirking a brow.

“You do seem quite energetic for not wanting to play in your room,” she noted out as Timber chuckled nervously.

“I-I guess so.”

The filly then looked around, noting the working desk with the wooden toys, as well as the games. Not to mention the branch under the window that entered the room.

“Huh. You certainly have some strewn interests. Working with timber, as well as playing video games, and then even a bit of an adventurous type? I wasn’t expecting that from a colt that likes to fade into the background...then again, you did gather some interesting friends in school,” she said narrowing her eyes.

It brought Timber back to some memories that made him sigh out wistfully, but also painfully.

“I...don’t want to talk about it.”

And he really didn’t. After the betrayal he wasn’t up for any discussion about it. He rather wanted to focus on his new marefriend.

Zippowhirl faltered at that, seeing the pain in his eyes.

“Ooh! Let’s play some games!” she quickly amended, her wings fluttering as she flew over and to the table. The table hereby was between her and the couch in that moment.

Either she was changing her mood fast, or she was trying to cheer him up. Either way the result was bad as she skimmed through the games on the table, spreading them out and taking more of them off the glass panel on the table, which would no doubt reveal Wolfie if he didn’t act fast.

So he did the only thing that he could. Yelping in panic and jumping her from behind.

...Yeah. He had smarter ideas. Both foals tumbled over the table and collided on the couch.

Zippowhirl turned and looked up, Timber now standing above her with both hooves beside her head as he pushed himself up with a groan.

“What are you-” she started to say, rubbing her head, before noticing the situation.

Timber noted it too, his eyes turning to pinpricks.

“Um...sorry?”

The filly narrowed her eyes. Then faster as he could react she grabbed his left frontleg, while her hindlegs held onto to his left hindleg. Then she pulled and rolled sideways.

Timber yelped once more, falling to his back on the couch, only with a filly now sitting on his chest that was adorned with a proud smile.

“You are under arrest!” she exclaimed just as proudly. And while that normally would have captivated his attention, the small, darker than her coat teats in his face were certainly more attention-grabbing. Or the feeling of her mound pressed firmly against his chest.

And Celestia knows, he never had felt a fillyhood before!

His shaft slightly peeked out of his sheath, much to his chagrin as he quickly shut his eyes to cut off at least the visual.

Nothing to be done about the mound of filly pussy on his chest though.

The filly in question meanwhile just continued to ramble on, not noticing any of this.

“Your list of crimes pertain to attacking a future police mare, as well as dubious behavior that indicates further crimes that are committed in this very room, with evidence clearly nearby. You have the right to be silen- Oh. I forgot my hoofcuffs today,” she said suddenly breaking off her justice-filled speech.

Timber took that moment to interject.

“I-I was just startled! I-I didn’t mean to jump you!”

The filly raised a skeptical brow, getting right back to it.

“A likely story...and why are you having your eyes closed?”

“W-Well...you are pushing your...you know in my face!”

“My wha-” she asked, only to look down at the position she was in. Realization hit her with the full force of a train as her cheeks blushed in an adorable color and she quickly jumped off of him with a startled noise.

“Y-You delinquent!” she yelled, pointing an accusing hoof at him, while he quickly stood up and jumped off the couch to hide the light signs of arousal he had.

“I-I’m sorry! I-It was just an accident, I swear!” he pleaded once more.

Zippowhirl eyed him sceptically for a long moment before sighing.

“Well...I could give you the benefit of the doubt-”

“Thank, Celestia,” Timber sighed in relief.

“-after I check your room for any crimes, starting with the table,” she quickly added, and looked over it and at the games, opening the game boxes to see if something suspicious was hidden within.

Timber almost got a heart attack. And not the first one he felt with how this filly was keeping him hot on his hooves.

At the same time he knew that protesting would only make her want to search the table more. So his eyes went down to Wolfie. She fidgeted about, the loud noises clearly having startled her.

It didn’t look like she was going to calm down in time to play dead.

His mind whirled, trying to come up with ideas. Anything that could disrupt the overly curious filly as the pile of games got smaller and smaller.

Only to come up with nothing. Any distraction would be obvious to the attentive filly.

The clock was ticking as she then got to the last layer of games on the glass panel.

He looked at her side and then poked it. It was an instinctual reaction to stop her, but once she looked at him questioningly, he felt like a deer in the headlights. He still had no plan!

“What?” she asked, and as he didn’t answer she turned her eyes back to the last games. He could see the muscles in her neck tensing, ready to spring back to it.

But he couldn’t let her.

In a panic he did the first thing he could think of.

Which was darting his head forward to meet hers as their lips connected in a kiss.

Timber’s mind screeched to a halt, and with how Zipporwhill looked, she didn’t seem to be off any better as her mind processed the soft feeling on her own lips.

Once she did her face heated up and he could swear he heard a tea kettle hissing as the filly’s head turned completely red.

A cough then drew both of their attention.

While Timber tensed, Zipporwhill jumped back as her eyes darted to the intruder.

Timber, albeit a bit delayed, turned also to the entrance of his room, only to see his mother standing there with a smug look.

“I hope I am not interrupting something,” she finally said. The colt wanted to answer, but Zippowhirl was much faster.

“Everythingisfine! Gottagonowbye!”

With that she took to the air and zipped passed Good Fortune, out of the room and down the corridor.

After watching the filly go, his mother’s eyes once more fixated on her colt, who could only stare back, not sure what to say.

“...”

“...”

“You know, Zipporwhill is quite the good filly to couple with.”

“MOM!”

After that disaster and Timber’s insistence to his parents that he stumbled into her by ACCIDENT - his mom didn’t believe it for a second - he tried to just relax for the rest of the day, pouting in his room on his bed with his head buried in the pillow. It was a good thing they had lunch before he got to pouting at least. That way he had enough energy.

But after some insistent prodding from Wolfie he knew he couldn’t just lie in bed all day. Not to mention that it got boring as well. So he donned his saddlebags and invited her to ride in them. She fit in snuggly, seeing as she was less than half his size.

He of course had to explain it to her first, but she easily enough understood that she had to ‘play dead’ as he made his way down with her hiding inside of them. Especially since he had just told his parents that he would be off gathering more wood and looking for inspiration.

Things went rather smoothly. No further questions asked.

Much better than that Zippowhirl fiasco.

‘She is so going to kill me for this,’ the colt thought sourly. Though he knew that it was less killing and more arresting in her case, with her plump filly mound rubbing along his chest…

He shook his head groaning. “No. No time for this. Concentrate on what is important. You can have more of that with Wolfie in the evening.”

Luckily he was already at the edge of Whitetail Woods, so there was no one hearing his monologue. But it was a monologue that held true. After all, he wanted to take care of the problem with Wolfie. Mainly the eating meat one.

First he thought about going to Fluttershy’s Cottage for meat, but that was obviously too risky, in case she ever mentioned a ‘pet’ to her parents in town. So the woods were best. Albeit just hunting little critters seemed hard and messy in his mind. So he was going for fish instead.

He felt like he would have less guilt doing that. Fish had dead eyes. No sparks of life as much as he could tell with his limited experience.

Good thing he could gather some long enough sticks on his way from the forest to the river that flowed there.

They were easily deposited into his saddle bags and soon he reached the river. He let Wolfie out of his bag as he sat down, then he placed the stick between his hindlegs to hold it while he had already gripped a knife he carried to sharpen them.

It was a rather easy task. Sharpening sticks was nothing compared to more complex whittling.

As soon as he got one ready he took it in his mouth and carried it over to the clear river.

It wasn’t very deep, but still showed fish quite evidently. The perfect river for an untrained fisher like him.

So he tilted his head and positioned his small spear over water, his eye watching carefully if any fish would pass by.

He was stabbing the first fish that got into position. Sadly, the stab missed.

Timber expected that. He was no hunter. He was just a colt, so it would take a bit until he got it right. At least Wolfie seemed happy to be outside. She was running around and overall having a good time sniffing flowers, grass and who knows what else.

Good thing she was so well mannered too. That way he didn’t have to worry about her running off too far. She stayed in sight and that meant he could actually fully concentrate on what he was doing now.

So he did. He calmed his breathing, stabbing whenever a fish came near. Like on the first try, the second and third didn’t yield results, followed by some more.

It took patience. However, as Timber had more than enough time, it was hardly an issue.

And while time did pass he eventually managed to fulfill his goal.

It felt like an eternity before he felt the fish flapping helplessly as it was impaled and pulled out of its comforting watery home.

Timber fell onto his back, letting the tip with the fish rest far away from the river, sighing in relief.

A relief that did overwhelm any sense of guilt he would have had in the moment. After all, it was a small triumph and important. He imagined Wolfie needed some physical food. She was no changeling after all.

“Wolfie!” the colt called out, looking around. It took a moment. A moment in which he worried as he didn’t spot her, but only a moment nonetheless as she came running to him.

He smiled, panting from the exertion as he pushed the fish off the stick. It had stopped moving by that point. That was good. Timber still felt uncomfortable touching and pushing it off the stick though.

“E-Eat up,” he said, swiping a hoof in the direction of the fish as he laid on his back.

The puppy sniffed the fish and wagged her tail, but still didn’t seem that interested.

“Aren’t you hungry? Or have you never had fish before?” he questioned, wondering what the issue was.

Then he saw Wolfie actually turning to the fish and eating it, her wooden teeth sinking into it, albeit she did so not quite as enthusiastically. More nonchalant.

The foal huffed. “All that and this is your reaction to it.”

He looked at her, but quickly turned his head as he put a hoof to his mouth, trying to not get nauseous. “Urp...Best not to look.”

They sat in silence after that. Mainly because he let her take her time eating her meal.

After Wolfie was done they spent some more time just enjoying to be outside, walking around the forest, and in Timber’s case also gathering some wood for his activities. Might as well do something so his excuse for coming here holds some truth as well.

Then once they were done they got back. With saddlebags it was of course much smoother.

The rest of the day passed relatively uneventful until night. Timber had a bit of fun playing with Wolfie before dinner was ready.

He really just enjoyed himself, not wanting to think on any other challenges that might occur in the future. Just living his life and enjoying it the best he could.

He was simply having a good time. But of course it wouldn’t stay with just having a normal good time.

So, by the time it was evening and he was ready to brush his teeth he remembered he didn’t have any toothpaste.

There was a thought about brushing Wolfie’s teeth, but he just decided to have her clean her maw with water instead. After her eating fish, he wouldn’t just use his own toothbrush on her, and there were no spares lying around either.

Though seeing how this wasn’t the point now, it was more important for him to get some toothpaste first.

With that he snuck out of the room and down into the bathroom, grabbed one toothpaste and went back up. This time however he heard something coming from his parents room.

Being the curious colt he was, he thought about taking a look. There was no harm in doing so after all.

Luckily, the door was only sloppily closed - his father’s doing no doubt - meaning there was no need to turn the handle as it was open, just a gap.

So Timber peered through that gap. He had to stop himself from gasping at the view that was laid out before him.

His father was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock erect as his front hooves supported him, leaning on the bed. His mother, Good Fortune, was bobbing up and down said dark length as her hooves were placed on his thighs.

It felt a bit surreal seeing it, but also exciting. It drove his inquisitiveness as he stayed there, watching.

It was completely covered in spit as she somehow managed to take it in completely. Her throat was bulging, showing quite well how she did it. Not to mention that it seemed rather well-practiced too. Her lips just moved so smoothly, showing no trouble at all.

All the while his father was groaning, clearly enjoying her oral ministrations. His cock was throbbing in obvious need, appreciating the care it felt. And that enjoyment, that incredible feeling he was having...it aroused Timber.

Already he could feel himself getting hard, just seeing this lewd act. A lewd act that opened up new possibilities for him and Wolfie.

Then Good Fortune increased her pace, plunging the thick piece of cock into her tight gullet in great succession. She seemed to do that rather diligently with wet slurps accompanying her actions.

Seeing how Timber had already experienced pleasure up to the peak he knew what was coming.

He couldn’t help it but get a grip on his dick, jerking it as he saw Good Fortune finish off his father.

The mare was slamming her face so fast and hard against his crotch it made Timber wonder how she didn’t get any concussion from it, before burying it balls deep into her esophagus in one last dive.

Wood Chuck groaned rather loudly, his body swept away by the pure feelings of bliss going off in his mind like a firework, his balls contracted and his cock twitched as he unloaded his thick virile seed into her needy maw.

Good Fortune all too diligently sucked it right up as she pulled back, to let the tip of it rest on her tongue.

She moaned at the taste. A rather strange sound for Timber to hear as he saw her cheeks inflate with the massive load, before gulping it down. Of course she would need many more gulps before Wood Chuck was finished, but that seemed to be fine with her with how eagerly she swallowed it.

By the end a small trickle of cum was running down her chin.

Her tongue lapped on his tip, cleaning it purposefully before she pulled off panting with a blush warming her cheeks.

Wood Chuck panted as well, but less because of a heat and more in his pleasant afterglow.

Good Fortune smirked, pushing him with his back onto the bed as she climbed on him, laying on his chest. He could feel her arousal dripping on the lower area of his stomach, just above his rod.

“My turn,” she purred, “You best eat it up,” she carried on further as she started to move once more.

The mare was moving further up on the bed and right to the stallions head. She righted herself up, presenting her marehood to him.

He grinned back up at her before wrapping his forelegs tightly around her hindlegs and pulling her pliable cunt right on top of his muzzle, plunging his thick tongue into her deeply.

Good Fortune cried out at the sudden violent intrusion, but only a moment later grinded her pussy against it, riding out the ecstasy he was providing for all it was worth.

It was an encouragement he most definitely heeded as he swiped his tongue around, teasing her soft pink flesh within and lapping up all the juices she provided. And from what Timber saw, it was a lot.

Wood Chuck’s muzzle was already smeared quite handsomely with it as he teased her further, his tongue driving itself home into the mares soaked honeypot.

More screams escaped her muzzle as she was practically humping his face now, hot breathes escaping her with each new lap at her velvety walls.

Timber didn’t think he had ever seen his mother this passionate before.

He had to suppress a whine as his hoof practically beat almost desperately at his cock, trying to coax some pleasure out of it that would hopefully come close to what he was seeing.

Each new tingle and shudder of bliss encouraging him further as he intently watched his father eating his mother out.

Then she came. Her whole body jittering and then practically gushing, a spray of her juices splashing right against Wood Chuck’s mouth. Juices he welcomed as he lapped them right up, giving additional stimulation to her, that drove her even more wild as her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Timber blushed heavily at this. That look of pure bliss...it was sexy. Extremely sexy. And he had no idea how to feel about that, seeing that it was his mother.

‘Then again, I am not one to talk after touching myself to this,’ he argued back as he watched his parents slowly calm down once more.

He didn’t manage to cum in that time frame, but he also was grateful for it as cumming against the door would be troublesome… Cleaning that up while not alerting them really isn’t something he needed.

So, just as his mother slumped next to Wood Chuck he left, managing to get a final glance of her drenched puffy pussy lips.

He scampered back to his room, almost forgetting the toothpaste and quickly and quietly closed the door, before slumping against it with his back.

Wolfie was on the bed and watched him curious as he sat there, but didn’t make a move to get off the comfortable bed.

“T-That was something. Not a close call, b-but just thinking how it could be close is enough to drive my heart crazy!” he wheezed.

With that said, he just sat there, taking a minute to get more calm. Not that it helped with his fifth leg as his mind constantly wandered to what he just witnessed. It was scary, but also exciting. Seeing what one could do and just how intense it looked.

And he wanted that intense feeling.

His eyes settled on Wolfie, having noticed his arousal too as she looked at it.

Timber licked his lips.

The colt was focused as he quickly got to his bed, scampering up on top of it and next to Wolfie, sitting there with his rock-hard shaft revealed to her.

“Wolfie. I want you to help me with something...an experiment. You help me and I will help you. All you have to do is to take it in your mouth. Just get close with your muzzle…” he coaxed.

The puppy, being as inquisitive as ever got near his towering pillar of flesh with her head. Closer and closer. Close enough so that he could feel her breath on it.

Then she gave it a lick.

A green leafy as well as somewhat meaty wet tongue slid from the base up to his medial ring, making the colt quiver and groan as the nerves in his cock were stimulated.

“Y-Yes, Wolfie. J-Just like that,” he said, ruffling her head softly to coax her to carry on.

And she did.

She let her tongue glide along his girth, along his ring and up his tip. Each one not a long lick, but instead being licks in quick succession.

Her paws laid around his base, stabilizing herself, as well as his shaft as she lapped at it. And while it certainly didn’t look anything like what his mother did, it still was feeling rather nice to him.

There were continuous tingles of pleasure as he felt her leaf tongue tease and tickle along his sensitive horsecock, her head tilting from left to right to left, tasting it from every angle like a lollipop.

And seeing how fast she did it, he assumed that she wasn’t averse to the taste.

So he let her go at it however she liked.

He could feel the strange and exotic texture touching his tip, dragging along it, before leaving once more as she licked at another part. He felt the saliva cool in the air of his room, but that only really excited him more.

It was quite clear that just with licking she could easily bring him to climax with time. Still, he would have to teach her doing it properly in the future. For now he wasn’t going to pressure her though.

With that thought in mind, he still wanted to return the favor and found it a pity that he couldn’t do so. At least until he actually had a rather interesting idea.

“Wait, Wolfie. Let’s reposition. I want to try something,” he told her, grabbing her body in his hooves and bringing her to his chest as he laid on his back. Then he turned her around so she was facing his pole once more.

His right hoof held his cock, pointing it in his and Wolfie’s direction while his other hoof grabbed her hunches, pulling her down.

The puppy yipped a bit in surprise, though did not protest too much.

Even less so once she felt what would follow.

Timber had her pussy now in front of his eyes. The tantalizingly green canal as exotic as he expected it to look up close. Or actually even more so. Sure, one could argue that while cleaning it, he should have had his fair share of admiring it, but in all honesty, he cleaned it in a hassle without really taking it in as he had to get down to eat dinner.

It certainly was different from a pony’s as well, more of a triangular shape. Or at least the opening of her fleshy mound was.

He darted his tongue out and licked along her slit. His tongue pressed lightly into her opening as he did so, letting him taste her tangy juices

The puppy let out some ecstatic yips as he teased her opening. He repeated the action, letting it press into her deeper, pushing against her soft flesh and into her green insides.

His hoof still held his cock, poking it against her muzzle and making the puppy realize that she could return the favor, so she did. She put her tongue back to work.

Timber groaned right into her twat, his maw by that point pressed into her as he shoved his appendage as deep as he could, exploring every nook and cranny this exotic puppy had to over. Until he noticed her erect clit and pulled back for a moment to take a closer look at it.

The clit interestingly enough resembled a flower bud of the dogwood tree, albeit more fleshy in appearance and instead of green looking more like a fruit with a yellow as well as red coloration.

A forbidden fruit for him to taste. He enveloped it with his mouth, suckling on it and making Wolfie yip loudly from the intense stimulation.

“Try to be quieter, Wolfie,” Timber whispered to her, not really wanting to be caught, before delving back into her. He could feel her juices already smearing all along his muzzle and down his chin, before going further. With a push he buried part of his muzzle into her, just to try and reach further within.

Wolfie tried to be a bit quieter after his warning, but still announced how happy she was with his pleasant treatment of her puppy hole. Her tongue tried its best to give him a similar treatment, showering him with teasing licks that made it twitch.

She was practically licking all over the top of his cock, some pre leaking from it, which she also lapped up rather fast.

More groans escaped the colt as he scraped against her insides with his muzzles and tongue in a haze. This was what he wanted. What he needed right now. It showed him just how great a fillyfriend could be. To be able to share this pleasure, just like he saw his parents do.

His back arched a bit as the puppy hit an especially sensitive spot, his cock booping her on the snout.

“A-Ah!” he groaned out, feeling the cold snout touching his cock, making it throb even more.

The puppy panted. By this point she had licked every inch she could reach, making his cock glint with her spit in the soft moon light.

Not that he was satisfied yet though, as he lightly humped against her snout so that she would keep it up.

He could feel the pleasure building up inside of him, and with how wet Wolfie was, he believed so did she.

She got right back to it too, her tongue now a blur of quick licks among her now increasing in pitch yips.

With how he was constantly groaning into her pussy, he wasn’t any better.

His tongue erratically punched into her, tonguefucking her lower hole for all it was worth.

And then the floodgates opened.

A cute whimper escaped her as she held in a loud howl while her juices burst forth from her needy snatch.

He felt her fluids hitting his face, his hips humping into her face as he reached his own high.

His whole body quivered as he groaned, ropes of his cum blasting from him and hitting Wolfie right on her head, painting her in his seed. White streak after white streak was adorning her head, the puppy just whimpering in clear enjoyment as she was still cumming. One volley was even hitting right on her mouth, some of the stick sperm landing on her tongue and giving her a first taste of it.

Then after Timber felt the pleasure abating, he slumped. Wolfie did so as well, but did so in a lying position and crawled off his face and further to his cock. She wedged it between her paws, keeping it still as she lapped up any cum that remained on his cock, seemingly enjoying the taste rather much as she made sure it was sparkly clean. The same of course couldn’t be said about her face.

Once done she just turned to face him and rested, laying down on top of him as they both enjoyed their afterglow.

It was a nice little moment they shared. And he was certainly glad they spend the night like that.

Thinking back on it, Timber was also rather proud of his idea that ended up letting them both please each other orally in the first place. A stroke of genius on his part if he wanted to brag.

‘I wonder what I should call this?’ he pondered, ‘Then again...I doubt a colt like me should spread that knowledge. At least at this age. Don’t want to have any more misunderstandings. Especially since mom would assume it was between me and Zippo...’

The colt actually shuddered at this. That filly was going to be trouble...but she was going to be trouble on Monday, meaning he has the entirety of Sunday to actually enjoy still before he had to tackle it.

Humming he hugged the puppy that was laying on top of him closer and turned to lay on his side, her cum-smeared face snuggling into his chest...yeah, he would have to clean up before bed. Explaining to his mom how he came on a wooden toy might be...troublesome.

For now he would rest for a few more minutes still. Just enjoying the wooden hide of Wolfie pressed into him. Her body even emitted warmth. A bit like a radiator.

Maybe he should note down all the similarities and dissimilarities of her body to keep track of it.

That was for later though. Now he would just let the warmth seep in. Enjoying the comforting feeling of her body pressed into his. Just closing his eyes for a moment. Resting for a moment as the clock ticked away the time peacefully...

Author's Note

Chapter 1 has been updated. Diamond Tiara is now the filly. Also noticed I did make her size too big in the first chapter. She isn't that tall. The puppy can fit her body snuggly under Timber if she lowers her head.

Also hoped you enjoyed this chapter with the new filly introduced. Zippo certainly can become quite interesting in the future!