Warning: some brief mention of blood.

A boisterous blue unicorn mare slumbered peacefully in the hammock of her show stage-cum-mobile home, snoring with a deafening loudness that she had surprisingly never managed to wake herself up with. The journey from Fillydelphia back to her best friend's home of Ponyville had been long, arduous, and fraught with danger, and it wasn't over yet. There had been many times during this last leg of her journey where she had hurriedly stopped and taken shelter in her cabin, in an attempt to hide herself from whatever creatures happened to be crashing through the nearby underbrush.

The constant stopping and starting, combined with the immense effort of towing her heavy wagon alone, had left her utterly exhausted by nightfall, and she'd been unable to make it all the way out of the Everfree before her body had given up on her. Not even the trials and tribulations of life on the road could give her the towing endurance of an earth pony; they were simply unmatchable in strength.

Despite what her deafening snoring may have indicated--she was boisterous in the extreme even as she slept, it would seem--her rest was far from peaceful. Fitful pig-like snorts and tossing-and-turning interspersed her best impression of a chainsaw, and not even the low-level sound muffling spell imbued in her cabin's walls could prevent it from bleeding out into the surrounding forest. Her best friend Starlight had offered more than once to enchant the cabin with a more rigorous spell, but Trixie had declined each time, from the same sense of overblown pride that compelled her to tow her wagon without any weight-reduction enchantments.

"There's wanting to work for your achievements and then there's being willfully dumb, Trix!" Starlight had said, but Trixie had rebuked her nevertheless. Her current problem of exhaustion combined with a dangerous sleeping arrangement was, quite obviously, of her own making, although "making more problems for herself out of stubbornness" was certainly something that Trixie was used to by now.

Trixie sawed on, blissfully unaware of just how rapidly things were going to change for her tonight.

A rancid, eerie green mist began to seep from the underbrush around the unicorn's wagon. Growls, rustling, and the snapping of twigs began to increase in frequency and intensity, attracted to the wagon by its incessantly loud occupant. Whimpers, scratching, and ragged breaths began to sound from her cabin, rousing her from her rest.

She stared frightfully at the door as she recognized the only possible source of canine sounds in the Everfree, and she spared a nervous glance to the window of her cabin; the curtains drawn to let the soothing glow of Luna's moon wash over her were now a glaring vulnerability. Maybe Starlight was right, and just maybe she should've gotten the windows magically reinforced as well...

This was precisely the moment where a timberwolf leapt through the window with an almighty crash, landing directly on top of her before she could even attempt to mount a defense. She let out a frightened, terrified squeal as the added weight of the timberwolf ripped her hammock from its moorings, sending both pony and wolf tumbling to the floor of the cabin. Trixie, still drowsy from her interrupted rest, was unable to recover from the fall as quickly as the magically-motivated timberwolf had, and could do nothing but squeak and force her eyes shut as the timberwolf pinned her down with its forepaws.

The beginnings of an offensive firework spell began to form in her horn, but the timberwolf noticed this quickly and put any thoughts of resistance out of her head, opening its jagged wooden jaws and placing them at her throat, sharp points prickling the skin underneath her fur. The message was clear: Resist and die.

The stench of rotting meat in the timberwolf's jaws, the remains of its last meal, kicked her instincts to flee into overdrive, but she only barely resisted the urge to act on them; it would have only made things far worse. Frantic, hyperventilating, and with her eyes bugged out of their sockets from sheer mortal terror, Trixie had only a moment to ponder why the timberwolf hadn't just taken her as its meal immediately, before an eerie green glow brought her attention southward and answered her unasked question in a way she never expected.

An immense, throbbing, glowing canine dick greeted Trixie's stunned, frightened gaze, dripping with a thick, viscous green sap. Its aroma clouded her senses and caused her interior to clench involuntarily. She cursed her own body's reaction even as her higher thoughts were gradually subsumed by base instincts. "N-no...no, please...Trixie would rather die than be raped by you, foul hound of the wilds!" Trixie said defiantly, although this bravado quickly collapsed as she felt the canine growl threateningly, reverberating into her very bones through the hold that it...he...had on her most vulnerable spot.

Trixie whimpered as she felt the wolf's thin tip find her vulnerable folds, her lips tingling as the timberwolf's sap oozed into them. "Mnnnhhh...y-you...you vile be-!!!" Whatever scolding she'd been about to deliver was cut off as the wolf slammed his hips forward into her depths, causing her eyes to roll back in her head as the alien shape formed a small bulge in her abdomen.

Trixie grimaced as the wolf's sticky, sap-coated tip jammed against her cervix, and she slammed her eyes shut and repeated a mental mantra in an attempt to resist the sap's influence. 'Trixie is not enjoying this, Trixie is not enjoying this, Trixie is nnnUUUUH...' The showmare had put up a valiant effort to resist...right up until the timberwolf's knot swelled to its full extent, and the predator began to truly claim his prey. Furiously jackhammering his knot into her with a rapid series of pops and shlurps, the mare was quickly reduced to a squealing, shuddering, incoherent mess as her new mate fucked her into the hardwood floor of her wagon without mercy or care.

As the timberwolf slammed home deep inside her and released his grip on her neck with a deafening breeding howl, Trixie felt her back arch involuntarily as the beast began to pour his thick, glowing seed directly into her womb. Waves of tingling ecstasy blasted the mare's brain into pudding, and she gazed down at her glowing, swelling tummy with a delirious, drooling, dizzy-eyed gaze. Faced with the wolf's incredible virility, her hindbrain took over; Trixie began humping her thick unicorn flanks into the wolf's thrusts on reflex, allowing him to pound her nice and deep as his spurts of sap inside her began to peter out.

Spent for the moment, the timberwolf flopped down onto her, pinning her to the floor and causing a spurt of the wolf's essence to erupt from around his thick knot as he pressed on her bloated tummy. "The...mmh...Sated and Bred Trixie...ahh...appreciates your skill, beast..." She panted between desperate gasps for breath, grinding her walls on his knot as she wriggled in mild discomfort. "Now...Trixie would be most appreciative if you'd leave my home..." She groaned, pushing against the floor in an attempt to lift the wolf off of her.

He gave a disapproving growl and gave a hard, jerky slam against her cervix with his still-hard dick, causing her efforts to cease as she whimpered from the mixture of pain and pleasure. "Nnh! B-buck! That hurt, you demon!" She whimpered.

Suddenly, without warning, the beast lunged for her throat again, putting the same prickly death-grip on her neck that he'd given her before he started fucking her senseless. Trixie screamed as her eyes shrank to pinpricks, torn from whatever semblance of an afterglow she'd had. "Aieee!" 'Oh sun and moon, he's used me and now he's going to kill me!' "Please, no! I don't want to die! Please!" She sobbed, staring into the wolf's uncaring, angry green eyes.

She felt his jaws tense slightly, small trails of blood leaking from her neck as his teeth began to ever-so-slightly dig into her. White-hot pain overwhelmed Trixie's senses as she felt herself going into prey-shock, going limp and sliding her eyes shut as she submitted to her imminent death as so many other ponies in the Everfree had before her. In a confusing measure of mercy, the timberwolf withdrew his teeth from her neck, tips slightly bloodied, and stood up from his pin as he drew his dick out of her depths with a shlurp.

The sensation of the timberwolf withdrawing from his free meal caused her brows to tense in wary confusion, and she peeked her eyes open to gaze up at the wolf standing over her. Her wound continued to ooze blood at a sedate pace, though the small wounds he had left were already beginning to scab. The wolf stared intently at her with its eerie, glowing green eyes, and she felt some strange force pulling her own gaze into his.

As she lost herself in the glowing green depths of the wolf's eyes, she began to feel an odd full-body tingling that she ascribed to a mix of afterglow and near-death adrenaline. However...any outside observer would have easily been able to notice the odd glow that her eyes, belly, and wound took on as she continued to be drawn into his hypnotizing gaze.

The glowing areas of her body finally grew bright enough for Trixie to notice as she gazed down at her radiant stomach, but her attention was drawn back to the timberwolf as it gave a slight nod, as if to thank her...and abruptly collapsed into inert kindling right before her eyes?!

"W-what?!" Trixie exclaimed, befuddled. A green mist rose up from the "bones" of the timberwolf and formed into a vaguely canine shape, and then charged directly at the prone magician.

The last thing Trixie saw before her world became darkness was the strange wolf-spirit closing its jaws around her head. Inexplicably, a matronly, butter-smooth feminine voice echoed in her mind as she felt the last dregs of consciousness leave her.

Rest now, child of Gaea. Your awakening will herald a new age of prosperity on Equus.

Author's Note

Just a weird cloppy fetishy thing I decided to write, basically on a whim. I've got other ideas for story snippets but this probably isn't going to flow smoothly from one chapter to the next if/when I do continue it...hence the "Anthology" tag. (Although there is an overarching plot!)

knots r hot, don't @ me