Tree Hugger sat in a curious pose for a pony. Her hind-legs were crossed and her forehooves touched one another. Her eyes were closed and she made soft noises of concentration, her mantra. "Ohm.... Ohm... Ohm..." Incense hung in the air, helping to 'clear' it despite creating a fog of aromatic scents.

It was a fine day for smoothing out her chakras, and she planned to take advantage of it. She raised her hooves to her head. "Crown, open wide and, like, feel the flow of the universe..." She let out a slow breath before inhaling deeply of the incense, a smile on her face.

She moved her hooves to her forehead. "Third eye open wide, see all the wonders of the world." Her words were slow and dreamy. She was in the zone, and she loved it. "Like, I can see..." She drew in the foggy air as her hooves lowered.

With an almost silent pop, a box plopped down into her lap. She blinked her eyes open, surprised. "Hey, woah." She curled on herself to see the strangely flowing cube. "Wow... Is this something from the other side? Am I seeing this with my third eye?" She reached out with her right forehoof for the flowing patterns of the box. "What's the happs?"

The box's side burst open, making Tree Hugger tilt her head. She grabbed it gently by its intact sides and turned it to peer inside its depths. A new scent tickled at her nose. She snuffled it up with grown curiosity. "Oh, wow, that's totally opening a chakra out of order." She set the box down and slowly stood up. "Sacral's second to last." She could feel her thick equine lips warming. Moisture was starting to build inside her. She was growing warm and she felt good in a curious way.

"Some of that is familiar." It was far from the first time she'd opened the sacral chakra, but usually she was ready for it. "Where's another pony when you want one?" She looked around her humble home, the psychedelic art and soft pillows offered no answer to her current desire. She heard something wet and her attention slid back to the mystery box. Projecting from that open side was exactly what she wanted. A huge equine member was thrusting into the air, twitching and ready for use.

"Far out..." A normal pony would have been alarmed, but Tree Hugger wasn't even sure if what she was seeing was real or just what her third eye was witnessing. "Maybe this incense is a little too strong." Not that she shied away from the box. She licked over her lips as she measured it up with her eyes. "A little big." And it shrank as if on command. "Get out..." She picked up the box, horsecock bobbing from the motion. "You're the best." She carried the mystery box towards one of her larger pillows and set it down, shaft pointing up at an angle.

The scent of the room was becoming tainted with her own arousal, but that was not a smell she was unfamiliar with. She turned around, presenting her rump towards the box. She could feel her lips opening and closing in winking motions and shook her rump left and right.

Suddenly, she felt a blunt tip pressing against her. She hadn't lowered towards it yet, but there it was. She let out a blissful sigh as it rubbed up and down along her weeping lips. It didn't make any sense, and she had a hard time caring entirely. The flat tip pressed into her a few precious inches and her body went tense a moment before she relaxed. Her powerful tunnel grasped at the tool in her even as the rest of her relaxed, trying to draw it deeper. Her tail was raised high and to the side, allowing the stallion that wasn't there to mount her properly. "Oh..." Her front lowered and she began to stretch out. There was no real stallion, so she could sprawl out. Of course, some stallions she'd been with, the good ones, would sprawl with her.

She let out a heady groan as the shaft sank several precious inches into her. It started to draw back, only to press in further. It seemed almost shy, feeling out exactly how deep she was, how much she wanted. She welcomed it, grabbing and pulling at it with her talented inner muscles. Her tongue poked free of her snout, panting a little with rising pleasure. "You can go faster than that, like, go ahead."

Something wet slapped against her snout and her eyes turned from looking over her shoulder to seeing that a second shaft had coiled around her like a vine. It leaked salty precum over her lips and her eyes widened a moment before falling back to their usual half-lidded state. "Far out..." She flicked her tongue across its tip, licking up the salty fluids. "I'm tripping out..." She imagined waking up later, a wet mess. She hoped the headache wouldn't be too bad, but it was, perhaps, worth it.

There was no more time for other words. The shaft pressed past her willing lips and ran across her tongue. It pulsed with a powerful and thumping heartbeat as it filled her snout. She closed her lips around it, imagining the stallion that should be attached to it, but wasn't. Some small part of her nudged against her, trying to remind her that several mounting things were distinctly wrong. She told it to chill out, but the words came out as a muffled mess around her phallic gag. She could feel the powerful veins of the shafts that pierced her from both ends, spit roasting her. She let out the smallest growl as she ran her tongue in a swirl around the member before her nostrils flared.

The shaft behind her gave a powerful thrust, perhaps testing how firmly she could take it. Her tail hiked up and she squirmed with ever increasing pleasure. She twitched as she felt something tickling around her lower belly. She tried to see what it was, but the shaft in her mouth held her forward and she couldn't bring up the will to care enough to struggle against its attentions. Whatever it was nuzzled around her breasts, brushing the fur aside to get at her hidden teats. They normally were quite hidden on most mares that weren't in the middle of raising a foal. With a wet sound, two suckling presences popped onto her exposed teats. Rhythmic suckling felt funny at first. Tree Hugger squirmed with confusion before a moan was forced from her with the increasingly energetic pumping of the shaft buried in her thick equine lips.

Her liquids were flowing free of her. Every thrust of the cock behind her came with a loud squelch as frothing fluids were forced out between it and her trembling passage. A thin line of saliva ran down her open mouth. Her entire body was tingling with the intense pleasure she was being given. She opened her mouth a little wider, trying to say something, when the horsecock in her mouth swelled, its flare going full size as a load of fluid traveled up along it. She was suddenly forced to swallow a thick load of rich cream, some of it spilling right back out of her mouth before she could close her lips around the member properly and get to nursing at it. It tasted bitter and salty, but something about it seemed so... perfect. Her eyes closed just a little more as she trembled, overwhelmed.

As nice as it all felt, she was not an entirely passive mare. She gave a sudden agile twist and practically fell over on her rump. She could feel the shafts turning around inside her, but they didn't retreat or let up, pumping into her. The shaft that had exploded into her showed no sign of fatigue for its own release. She brought her hind legs up and around the length that rocked into her quivering vulva and found that it had grown much longer than it had started. Only the very end of it was in her, the rest was a huge flexible pony cock that ran back into the strange cube it had all started from.

She could finally see what was going on, peeking down across her belly. Two cylinders ran through the air from the cube to her teats, terminating in two large milking devices that were working her increasingly sensitive nipples. She had not been much for breast play before, but the cube's attentions were awakening her to the possibilities. Each pull was a little thunderstorm of intensity as she weakly kicked out a foreleg. She felt like she was swollen, huge, like her teats had become massively sensitive organs that undulated under the building pressure.

Her vision dimmed as the most powerful climax of the evening washed over her. Her passage went tight as a muffled groan caught in her throat. The unnatural length within her pulsed and began spraying her womb down with its unnatural seed. She was this strange cube's plaything. The part of her that quivered was alright with that situation, but the rest of her started to grow concerned. She closed her hooves on the shaft that led to her mouth and pulled it free with a slow wet motion. As if to say goodbye, it spewed one last great load across her tongue, lips and much of the front of her snout, but she was free of it. "Gnarly... That's enough." She shook her head, cum dripping from her fur. She jumped slightly as the one between her legs gave a mighty push. "Dude... that feels nice, but..." She started to reach down and brushed against the tubes running to her sensitive teats first. "You should go..."

She grasped as firmly as she could with trembling legs and pulled at it. It came free an inch and she gasped with surprise, falling back even as she was rocked under the unending pounding of the cock breeding her tirelessly. "No way..." An inch should have been more than enough by far to get the tube free, but it was still on her teat, which had swollen up to match the diameter of the thick tube itself. She had a teat that could rival a cow's and was still being sucked on, milking her. Focusing on it, she could see that streams of thick cream were flowing from both of her teats, being drawn away into the box. "This is out of this world..." Tree Hugger struggled to make sense of it, but there wasn't a lot of sense to be had.

A soft pinch brought a moment of clarity. It had done something to her captured nipples, and the result of it became clear rapidly. Her breasts were swelling beneath them, feeding them more milk, rounding and bulging as if she were already foaling. Tree Hugger was not sure if she should go with the flow anymore. She bent over on herself with amazing flexibility, grabbed the right tube in her snout, and started pulling fiercely. Each tug freed another inch of her flesh. "Little... more..." She wrenched it free and milk sprayed free from the last suction on the sensitive flesh, soaking her belly with warm fluids.

She could see that her nipple had grown to about six inches in length, thick and dribbling milk along its drooping flesh, but that left the other still trapped. She wasted no time grabbing for it, but it flexed to avoid her grasping mouth. "Uncool." She snapped at it again but it wove and bobbed like a snake. Only when she brought in her hooves and snout in concert did she trap it and get a strong hold on it. As she pulled it free, the shaft inside of her trembled and exploded in a massive spray of seed. It pulled loose of her even as she ripped the tube free, spraying her rump down with its fertile offering. The tubes and cocks withdrew into the machine, leaving her to flop weakly on the soaked pillow, panting for breath.

She wasn't sure if she should avoid that incense in the future... or stock up.

Author's Note

Tree Hugger has received Discord's gift. But we're not done with her yet. What will she do with this strange offering? How will she handle having udders fitting more of bovine than equine build? Written for a loyal supporter.

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