Helping Ponies

Thistle watched True Blue walk in and around the first shelter. Pink was trying to come up with a cover for the opening, something strong enough to keep out wolves but easy for ponies to use. She looked away from them to study Bluebell, who was playing with her tail. The foal giggled softly to herself as she played.

"This is most impressive, Pink Peach." True Blue commented. "How goes progress on the covering?"

"I'm thinking thick branches, woven together with rope and then hooking that onto these uneven spots on the side here." She pointed them out. "Add a smaller stack of rocks on the inside here and then you could use another branch to hold it closed from the inside to prevent entry."

"I see, let me know how that goes." True Blue nodded. "Once that's done, I ask you to begin teaching other ponies how to make these shelters. We'll need at least one for every group."

"Once those ponies are sufficiently trained, I would like you to work with Thistle Burr in planning and constructing a shelter for holding our store of food." She finished.

"Yes, Lead Mare! I'll get to work right away!" Pink Peach promised.

"Excellent." She turned away from Pink to address Thistle directly. "Thistle Burr, meet me on the northern side of the orchard at noon."

"Yes, Lead Mare." She passed Bluebell back to her dam. "See you then."

"Oh, I can scarcely believe my little Peach is moving up in the world!" She winced at Cardinal's crooning.

"This is the start of a whole new age for the herd." Woodpecker sidled up to her, brushing against her side and bumping her with his hip. Thistle took a step to the side, well aware that her family was present and watching.

"I'd love to stick around and chat, but I've got some ponies to see to. Lucky Streak is still recovering from drinking that bad water a while ago and I should really check up on the foals again." She squeaked.

"I'll come with you!" Light quickly followed her.

"Pink, I'll be back to talk in a couple hours!" She called over her shoulder.

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"Oh, by the Sun, that was hilarious." Mountain snickered as Thistle made her escape.

"Shh!" Morning hissed. "Somepony will hear you!"

Mountain rolled her eyes. Thistle was already long gone and in her opinion that colt needed somepony to give him a good kick in the tail. Thistle was way too young for serious flirting. She'd been giving every sign that she was uncomfortable with his attention.

Some ponies just couldn't take a hint. Part of a group's responsibility was making sure all their members ended up with good mares and stallions. Mountain figured a family had an even bigger responsibility to get the pushy ones to back off.

She was still trying to decide if she wanted to have a word with the colt when Morning leaned into her.

And oh boy, that smell!

"Guess you're ahead of me." She mumbled, nuzzling her softly.

"And not happy about it." Morning pouted. "Can we go find a little privacy?"

"Patience, Love." She nuzzled her. "Got to find somepony to keep an eye on Camellia."

Now, who would be a good foalsitter? Marsh was busy helping Pink, Mountain didn't want Cardinal within a single body length of Camellia and that went double for Woodpecker, and Holly had her twins to take care of. Okay, Enduring it was.

She plopped the filly onto her back and walked over to the old matriarch.

"Hey, Granny, mind watching Camellia for a bit?" She asked without preamble.

"Hmm? Oh, I can handle her fer an hour or so. Go on and have yer fun, yew silly dings." Enduring waved them off, laying down to regale the filly with an exciting story about a colt and a bear.

Mountain let Morning take the lead. It wasn't like it slowed them down any and she got such a lovely view of Morning's flank as her tail swished behind her. The smell coming off was intoxicating, better than all the loco-roots Thistle had stuffed down her throat.

Mother Nature was screaming at her too, but Mountain was blessed with an easier cycle. She didn't know if that meant she was more or less fertile than Morning, and she didn't particularly care either. As soon as they were deep enough in the western forest to be safe from discovery she was pulling Morning into a searing kiss.

"C'mon Love, show me that pretty little slit." She licked Morning's ear.

"Hnng, Shadey! Shadey, Sun Ablaze that's hot!" Morning's eyes rolled.

"C'mon, can't get anything done if you won't let me see it." Another lick, before she went for a kiss to steal every last breath.

Morning tasted exquisite. That salty-sweet tang that nothing else could ever match. Mountain groaned, reveling in the fluttery clasp around her tongue. Her hoof came up and gently nudged the bump that made Morning squeal. Her love was always a little louder than usual during heat.

"Shadey, OOOoohhh." Morning's front legs bent, her tail was as raised as it could get. "Shadey, please! Please, I need it! I-I need you to-to...!"

Mountain would never neglect her love. She dug her nose in until she physically couldn't stretch her tongue any further. She pressed circles into that little nub, hummed and moaned to make Morning scream her release.

Of course, Mountain lacked the part necessary to do what Mother Nature really demanded of them. She couldn't squirt any seed inside to make a foal. Sometimes she wished she'd been born a stallion just so she could see what it was like to really fuck Morning Dew.

"There we go," She purred. "There's my Lover." She pressed a sweet kiss to the twitching vulva, drawing a protesting moan from her prostrate lover.

Mountain stepped back to admire her handiwork. Morning slowly lowered herself to the ground, still dazed from what had to be an Earth shattering orgasm. Yeah, she did good.

Biology could wait another few minutes.

"Oh, Shadey," Morning sighed in contentment. Mountain laid beside her, shivering lightly as their sides brushed against each other. Mother Nature sure was loud today. "That was perfect, just perfect."

There'd been times, when her legs were still bound with rope, that she'd wondered if she'd ever get this again.

Her hindquarters hitched, a sudden rise in heat making her whole body tense up. She scrunched her eyes closed and willed it away. No pony, not even Mother Shadows Cursed Nature, was gonna tell her what--!

Morning rolled her onto her back. While Mountain was still processing this sudden change, she arranged herself so she was standing over Mountain, with her face perilously close to her marehood.

"O-Oh," She whimpered. Morning's still-wet slit was hanging over her, all she had to do was crane her neck upward. She could feel Morning nuzzling her thighs.

"You took such good care of me, Shadey." Mountain shivered. That was a tone of voice she still wasn't used to. Morning hadn't always been this aggressive during sex. "Now I'm going to take extra good care of you."

"You...You always do." Her voice sounded a bit strangled. Stars, it was hard to keep her mind focused when Morning was that close to her dripping mound.

"Mmm," Morning dipped down, giving her slit one slow lick. Mountain twitched under her, forgetting for a moment that Morning's own entrance was hovering over her snout.

She remembered quickly, and reached up with her forehooves to hold Morning's flank in place as she returned her attentions. This was a position she'd never thought of before. If she had needed any proof that Morning was a genius she certainly had it now. She'd found a way to make already amazing sex even better.

Mountain nearly sobbed when Morning pulled away. Was she not doing a good job? She whined into the seam of Morning's leg. Another slow lick that was more torturous than pleasurable drove her head back, forcing her to release her prize.

"Mor-Mooh-Morning!" She cried, fighting the grip holding her hips in place. "Why...Why'd you?"

"Shh." Oh, that tone again. Silky smooth, soft as foal's fur. She loved absolutely everything Morning said in that tone of voice.

"I'll make you feel good, I promise. Just keep doing what you're doing, Shadey." Shakily, she rose her head to obey. Morning wouldn't leave her aching. Morning tasted so good.

An inquisitive touch traced her lower belly. The hoof brushed against her teats, drawing a deep throated whine from her lips. Mountain tried to copy what Morning was doing to her, but she could barely focus enough to know what that was. Still, she traced Morning's teats with her hoof.

Morning started grinding down on her face, which made it easier as she didn't have to keep pace anymore. Mountain gasped and moaned, barely able to breathe under this relentless onslaught. Morning's every touch was feather light, up until the moment she realized it was driving Mountain crazy and she suddenly got rough. Mountain was never sure what to expect between one touch and the next, and it quickly drove her mad. All she could do was try to reciprocate as much as she could.

And beg.

"Fuck, fuck me, Sun n' Moon! Morning, Love, need you! Pleasepleaseplease!"

She had never cum harder in her life.

Mountain came to with Morning stroking her mane. She was always touching her, not just to be flirty but to be close. Taking simple joy in touch.

"Awake?" Morning whispered softly.

"Mmm, nah." She sighed, burying her nose deeper into Morning's chest. Her head was jostled when Morning giggled, but that was a small price to pay. Sun and Moon, this mare had her by the teats and she loved it.

Dozing off seemed like the perfect idea up until she shifted slightly. Ugh, the only bad thing about sex was how sticky it made you. This is why she never wanted to do this unless there was a water source nearby.

Reluctantly, she pulled her head up to meet Morning's eyes.

She could get lost in those big blue orbs.

"We gotta get cleaned up." She pointed out sadly.

"Yeah," Morning seemed in no hurry, happy to braid another flower into Mountain's mane.

"What do you think about foals?" Mountain raised her brow at the sudden topic change.

"They're small, roundish, kinda noisy for the first six years or so." She listed. She might have deserved the shove she got from Morning.

"I think the most important question is, what do we think of stallions?" Mountain reminded her. They were sorta necessary to the whole baby making process. Otherwise she and Morning would have their own little herd between them by now.

"...Moss Glade is cute." Morning suggested.

"I guess," There wasn't really anything wrong with him. He was a decent enough stallion. Mountain just couldn't forget the fact he'd once kicked his own colt hard enough to hurt him. She didn't want to subject any colts they had to his guidance.

"Riverbank?" Morning tilted her head to the side.

Now there was an idea. He didn't have any mares yet and he was only a year older than them. Since his sire had died he'd taken to mentoring his younger brother.

"He's nice," He didn't have a group yet. If they went to him it would be likely he'd join theirs. Might be interesting to have a stallion join the sleep pile.

"He's a definite maybe." She nodded.

"We're not considering Cliff Face, are we?" Morning frowned.

"Sun Ablaze," She cursed. "Not if he was the last stallion in the herd!" That stallion didn't have kind words to say to mares who loved each other.

"Hey, what about that Other stallion, Hornet? He's around our age, isn't he?" Mountain recalled the bright yellow stallion. He was as nervous as they came, but that wasn't a bad trait. He didn't seem to have any mares, not that she knew of anyway. Most of them were put off by the burn scars on his back.

Which Mountain had heard he'd gotten from protecting one of the foals of his herd.

"I've heard good things about him." She rested her cheek on her hoof. "And he's definitely cute, in a coltish sort of way."

"Wait, who will carry it, me or you?" Morning asked.

"Uuh," They could both get pregnant, but both at once with Camellia to take care of already? And due right on top of each other? Ouch, Thistle hadn't done anything to deserve that.

"I'll do it." Morning told her.

"You will? Are you sure?" Mountain didn't dislike the idea of having a foal. She really didn't!

"Yes, I'm sure." Morning nodded decisively. "I'd like a foal, Hornet seems nice, and I don't mind carrying it."

A few months ago, Mountain would have accepted that at face value. She sounded so sure of herself. Morning had never been the type to say things she didn't mean.

But a few months ago, they'd fallen from a cliff and Mountain had taken the brunt of the impact. They never would have gotten out of that cove if they both had broken legs.

And then the worst two months of her life had passed. She hadn't been convinced her legs would really heal. She was a burden, serving as nothing but dead weight to drag Morning down. She'd tried more than once by that calm river to persuade Morning to forget about her. She'd tried to convince Morning to leave her behind.

Morning had basically invented the first sledge out of spite.

And the first time Morning had ever used that sultry tone on her was just before her lover had thanked her for surviving.
Those two months had forced her to slow down and think more, even if most of those thoughts had been terribly dark in nature. Now she wondered if Morning was volunteering because she wanted to spare Mountain the strain.

She wasn't going to say anything though. There'd be no faster way to insult her lover than to question her decisions.

"It's gonna be hilarious when you're so big around you can't even see your flanks!" She smirked instead.

"You jerk!" She totally deserved that shove.

But she didn't deserve Morning Dew.