“Alright, Tree, be sure to get the bandages and gauze on quick, to prevent infection! And… go!“
CREEEAK!
Two tanned hands wrenched away from each other, and the steel teeth of the bear trap finally pulled away from the does’ injured foreleg. Within seconds, the deer’s limb was almost mummified in white wrappings, Tree Hugger’s green hands a blur as she worked. The second the red stopped seeping through the animal’s bandages, she clipped it into place and stood up.
“Aaaand, done!” she announced joyously.
Cracking her knuckles, Tree Hugger watched Sandwood handle the rest, letting the bear trap shut on empty air with a deafening clack. “Well... good work there, Tree,” he panted, shooting Tree Hugger a grateful grin. “Think our patent’s gonna make it, all thanks to you.”
Tree Hugger could have stood there and let Sandalwood see the blush creeping on her face. But her name was coined for a good reason. Dashing to a tree nearby, Tree scrambled up to a stable branch with several athletic flips. For a minute, she ignored Sandal’s yelp for a second (but not how cute it was) to pluck a branch from the waist-thick wedge of wood she was on.
“Whoa, Tree!” came the response from below. “Not that I’m not impressed, but what’s this for?”
Then an emerald blur came down from the branch over Sandalwood. ”Poor thing’s limb might be broken. J-just needed to make sure it can trot another day, man.” The hitch in Tree’s voice betrayed her precise care in attaching the makeshift splint to the deer's leg with medical tape.
“Well good thinking, then, Tree.” Sandal gave the tied up leg several taps. The branch didn’t dislodge. “And you’re good and tight here, too! I’m really glad I got to do this with you!”
And suddenly Tree Hugger had to fight off another blush. PHRASING, man! she didn’t blurt out. Shaking her head free of the carnal cobwebs, though, Tree turned back to the deer. Now it was time for the true test of Tree’s tie-up. With a wordless nod, both teens helped the deer off of its haunches, then to all fours. Then they stood back, hoping the doe could support its own weight.
The soft braying of the doe as it kept standing brought smiles to both Sandal and Tree’s faces. For Tree, however, the freed animal made her smile for a more primal reason. After all, she didn’t really mind the inadvertent lewdness in Sandal’s words. She longed for another type of search mission by the buff beanie-wearing boy toy, herself.
But first, they needed to wash all the blood and grime off their hands.
After a short walk to a nearby creek, the two had cleansed their arms of deer effluvia and now stood upon the shaded and grassy banks. With nothing else getting in the way, Treehugger braced a hand against a nearby sycamore tree and began to stretch her legs by lifting them high above her head. When Sandalwood blushed furiously and looked away, Tree couldn't help but beam at the flustered hunk.
“What’s the matter, Sandal?” Treehugger questioned, keeping her tone innocent.
“Ahm, n-nothing. Just, you’re really displaying yourself with that pose,” Sandalwood stammered and adjusted his shirt collar.
“Mm, good,” Treehugger moaned, letting her leg drop back to the forest floor as she sauntered over to the blushing stud. “Because I want you Sandal, and so do your friends.” The naked hippie purred into his ear, draping her arms around his broad shoulders.
“Friends? Did you bring me out here to fuck you? And Flutters, Rosey, and Wallflower? Why didn’t you just ask sooner?”
“Ask? Sandie, we’ve been hitting on you hard ever since you stumbled into town. Just straight-up asking you to bend us over and fuck us raw isn’t any fun,” Tree giggled, arching her neck to give Sandalwood a peck on the cheek.
“Well, uh, I’m sorry about that,” Sandalwood blushed furiously. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Oh I’m sure you will, and all of us will enjoy every second of it.” Her steamy gaze gradually lowered to his textile-clad body, a disappointed sigh quickly following. “First things first, however, I want to see those stuffy threads ditched.”
Sandalwood blushed furiously, adjusting his hips to try and hide the growing erection in his pants. “We've talked about this before, I’m a little embarrassed about that?”
“I still don’t understand how you’re embarrassed about your own body. Everybody else doesn’t have a problem. I’ve seen you shirtless when you’ve come out of the shower Sandal, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
By now, Sandal had grown too stiff to attempt hiding anymore. The buff beanie-wearing boy merely gestured down to it to prove his point. “I’m worried about this. I don’t want to be seen as a pervert!”
Tree arched a brow, before bursting into a giggle fit. “THAT’S what you’re worried about? Sandal…” She trailed off, gliding a hand down his belly to grasp and fiddle with the tent in his worn pants. “This is nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve seen the other guys around Ponyville, right? There’s nothing more natural than you getting stiff around girls, in fact, it’s a bit of a compliment. You find us attractive.”
His cock flexed in Tree’s grasp, the swollen breeding tool demanding to be freed from its cloth prison. Sandalwood was all too happy to oblige, nodding at his nude lover as he began to strip down. But he hesitated once he got to his underwear, as years of conditioning screamed for him to stop. Sandal turned his gaze back to Tree, and one look upon her shining green figure brushed aside the doubt in his head. Yanking down his underwear and tossing them aside with the rest of his clothes. Leaving him in only his headwear, much like Treehugger.
With his clothes now shed, Treehugger was finally treated to a view of his lower half that he kept hidden away. Sandalwood was just as much of a hunk below the belt as he was above it, with shapely toned legs and a firm, cute ass. Beneath his neatly trimmed pubic hair, sat his twig and berries, although calling them that was a gross understatement. It was more like a branch and apples. She couldn’t help but bite her lip at the sight of it, flexing and oozing pre into the warm summer’s air. “Damn, how the hell have you been wearing pants with that thing?”
Sandal smiled wide and ground the dirt with a toe. “Uncomfortably, I guess.”
“I can imagine; doesn’t this feel so much better?” Tree questioned, gliding her hands up and down Sandalwood’s body. Rubbing her palms into his tense muscle.
“Yeah, but I’m still a bit nervous,” Sandalwood admitted. Tree’s wandering hands felt amazing on his bare skin, his goosebumps fading as the muscles beneath his skin gradually softened and relaxed.
“Don’t worry man. This is, like, how Nature intended us to be. You’ll get used to it, and soon you’ll ever wonder why you ever needed those stupid things,” The nude hippie purred into Sandal’s ear. Her soft hands trailed down his body, sliding over his shaft and cupping over his swollen head. Collecting pre which was then generously slathered over his length.
“F-fuck~” Sandal hissed, bucking his hips into those svelte hands. It had been several months since his last release and it showed. He couldn’t keep himself from bumping and grinding against her silky mitts.
“That’s it, just let it all out. Fuck, it’s not healthy to be pent up this much man. A stud like you needs to be draining his balls twice a week.” Tree’s nostrils flared as Sandal’s masculine scent crept into her nose. The light and sweet musk spiking arousal directly into her brain. “You smell so goood~” Words eluded her as she greedily bit down on Sandal’s shoulder-blade and began to hump against his body.
Sandalwood was feeling oddly confident. Even though he was completely naked and being milked like a cow on a bank for everyone to see. He didn’t feel an ounce of shame or fear. In fact, as his eyes wandered over to his pile of holed, threadbare, and worn clothes, he felt the need to rip the proverbial bandage off.
“Hey, Tree?” Sandal muttered, doubt starting to cloud his mind.
“Yeah?”
“C-” Sandal hesitated, there was no coming back from this. “Could you hide my clothes after this? If you don’t, I’ll probably just put them back on when we’re done.”
The hands around his cock suddenly shot into overdrive, squeezing down hard with short and rapid pumps that sapped the strength from his knees. Unable to contain his lust any longer, he began to thrust his hips in tempo with his… mate’s grasp. Each time her slim hands coiled around the base of his shaft and squeezed, a beatific pressure built that made his balls tense and every muscle in his hips flex.
“Gladly,” she whispered into his ear, tracing a finger languidly around the crown of his cock. The simple action on such a sensitive part causing the man to arch his back, teeth clenched as he let out a deep, throaty moan. Giggling, Tree kept laying the teasing on thick, slipping a finger underneath his skin and swirling it around. “Fat-dicked studs like you don’t need clothes anyway.”
Her words were accentuated with deft fingers rubbing circles into his cockhead. “You’re meant to be wild and free, hanging out and proud - to show every girl just how much you want to breed them.”
“Fu-uhck~ Keep saying that,” Sandal hissed through clenched teeth and teary eyes, drooling pre onto the grassy bank.
Pulling her fingers away from his head, she began to pump his womansplitter in earnest. Gripping tightly on the shaft and practically squeezing ropes of pre-cum out of him. “Big guys like you need to be dumping their fat fucking nuts into a cute girl every day. Even if you need to pull her aside into the grass to rut like the horny animal you are.”
Sandal could hardly take a breath, his chest was clenched so tight. The pressure in his loins had become overbearing, and all he could do was mindlessly thrust into her hands. His mind envisioning it as the tight, sweltering pussy of Treehugger.
“So go ahead and show me how much of a stud you really are.”
Sandalwood closed his eyes and let out a feral snarl as he bucked his hips against her hands erratically, pressing his nuts against her fingers as every muscle in his body tensed. He took deep shuddering breaths, the rest of the world fading as he focused on the sensation of pumping rope after rope of jelly-thick cum onto the grass in front of him. That feeling seemed to last for an eternity, until he gradually wound down and slumped against the woman behind him. Lightheadedness engulfed him, along with a soft ache in his nuts as they fell back in their pouch.
“Oh- oh my gosh Sandie! That looked like it felt fucking great,” Tree stammered.
He couldn’t respond, not right away anyways. The afterglow hung in his brain like a heavy fog, making simple actions like talking a Ironhoofian effort. “Yeah,” he managed to wheeze out.
“Can you stand? You’re leaning against me pretty hard.”
Sandalwood nodded and slowly peeled himself off his partner. Though his knees were shaky and his legs filled with pins and needles. He managed to stay upright. Subconsciously reaching down to pull up his pants, Sandalwood blushed furiously when he realized just what exactly he was doing. Now that the haze of arousal was being pulled away, he was starting to feel a bit more conscious about his nudity. “Sorry, force of habit,” he groaned.
Turning around, he found that Tree was missing, along with his clothes. While he had been standing around and finding his footing, she had gone off to make good on her promise. He felt a bit embarrassed that he hadn’t even noticed or heard she had left in his post-nut stupor.
A few minutes later and he could see the slightly chubby figure of Treehugger emerging from the woods near the bank, her hands empty. Sauntering up to him, she would wrap him in a hug and set her head against his toned chest. “I got rid of them, all the animals will have nice nesting material.”
Sandalwood wrapped his arms around her in kind, favoring the small of her back just above her plump cheeks. This was a very big leap for him, but everybody else being nude made it far easier to swallow. He figured with a bit of exposure and releasing of his urges, it would quickly become normal. “Thanks for that Tree. That was my last pair and I don’t really have the money to spend on new clothes. This would have sucked without your help.”
“Anything for you, Sandie,” the bandana-wearing hippie chimed as she arched her head upwards to peck Sandal on the lips.
“And that stuff you said while jerking me off…” Sandalwood trailed off, wondering if he should even bring this up to her. “Did… did you read some of the stuff I wrote in my journal?”
Tree couldn’t help the massive grin that appeared on her face, giggling wildly as she tried to hide her embarrassment by burying her face into his pecs. ”Yeah. You left it out while we were staying the night at Fluttershy’s… and we both got curious,” she mumbled out through a mouthful of muscle. “You’ve got a real talent there Sandie, you should try publishing it.”
“Oh, oh my. Thank you? I might give it a go then.” He murmured, unsure of how to take a compliment on his lewd scribblings.
“Let me know if you do, I’ll gladly proofread it for you~” Treehugger tittered, turning around and bouncing a short distance away. A sight that Sandalwood found very enticing.
“Come on! If you stop staring at my ass and come with me, you’ll get to play with it!” She snapped, pulling Sandie out of his butt-fueled stupor. Before walking off further into the woods
“You better make good on that promise!”
Walking around the forest in the buff felt amazing and natural, like he was filling some sort of instinctual desire he never knew he had. Doing it alongside a smart, sexy, and caring woman only enhanced the feeling. The breeze felt amazing rolling across his bare skin, along with soft patches of grass or ferns tickling his legs. He swore he could hear and see more things than normal. Not even his unshod feet were bothered, any branches big enough to hurt were either spotted or brushed aside.
“This feels great, Tree. Like, I’m so in tune with the world right now.”
“See, I told you. When you’re not wearing any clothes, there’s nothing to keep Mother Nature’s good vibes from reaching you.”
“It might sound silly, but it kinda makes me want to climb a tree,” Sandalwood thought out loud, eyeing up a nearby sourwood.
“That’s perfectly natural, Sandie. Even if we walk on two legs we’re still apes. Though, I don’t think you just want to climb a tree.” She motioned to the raging erection that Sandal was sporting.
“Well, would you like to do it in a tree?”
“I’d love to, but not right now. It’d be rude for me to deny my friends any longer. Maybe afterward I’ll teach you how to climb… make sure there’s some ‘motivation’ up top,” Treehugger suggested, waggling her eyebrows.
A lewd vision started to build in Sandal’s head. Treehugger laid across a massive branch, body drenched in sweat as she mewled in pleasure. He was laid over her, splitting her olive folds with his cock. Grabbing her breasts and the slight chub of her belly as they conjoined in wild kissing. It was so vivid that Sandalwood nearly tripped over a fallen limb. The yellow man flailed about as he tried to regain some semblance of balance.
“Sandie? Are you okay? You don’t have *too* much blood going down there, right?” his mate questioned, padding over to him and firmly grasping his shoulder. As though he might fall over at any moment.
“I’m fine, just had a very nice thought about what you said.” His trepidation over talking about sex was starting to fade, it was starting to feel less and less shameful the more he spent in his birthday suit.
“Then we need to get you to the girls A.S.A.P; don't want you tripping and hurting yourself because you’re backed up balls-to-brain!”
Pushing through a curtain of thick vines, Sandalwood’s skin was awash in sunlight as he came upon a grassy clearing interspersed with large, half-buried boulders. While the sun on his naked skin was semi-orgastic, that was not the most attractive feature of this tiny meadow. Those would be the beautiful women currently sunning themselves in said meadow.
First was Fluttershy: tall, long-legged, and packed full of muscle. Her strength had not detracted from her traditional assets in the slightest. Just off to the side of the Element-Bearer was Wallflower, almost like a fertility deity with large breasts, hips that would fit on an animal, and curves that Sandal could drown in. He felt an ache in his balls just looking at her divine figure. Lastly, there was Roseluck sitting in the grass, observing some wildflowers. Compared to the other two, she was lean and petite, with a flat chest and moderate hips.
Sandalwood and Treehugger’s loud entrance had alerted all of the lounging naturists, the girls turning to face the emerging couple with smiles on their faces.
“Hiya Sandie! Glad you could join us!” Roseluck cried out, springing up from her grassy rest and skipping across the field. Tackling Sandalwood and wrapping around him in a surprisingly strong hug.
Wallflower and Fluttershy by comparison were considerably less animated. Preferring to stay put on their sunning rocks and beckoning the trio to come and join them. “Woodie! You finally came out of your shell! Come closer so we can get a look!”
“Yeah, quit hogging him Roseluck! If you’re okay with that, I don’t want to interrupt your hugging,” the timid amazonian beside Wallflower added.
Straining to breathe given the slender bundle of muscle constricting his chest cavity, he quickly reached under Roseluck’s arms to rapidly brush against her ribcage. The girl quickly erupted into a giggling fit as she pulled away from Sandal’s offending fingers. “Hey! That’s mean!” she pouted playfully swiping at his fingers when he attempted to tickle her again. “You can touch me all you want later. Need to say hi to Flutters and Blush before we get to the fun part,” she chided, giving Sandal’s stiffy a firm tap before sprinting back off into the meadow.
“Roseluck’s got such an energetic aura to her, I don’t know how she doesn’t tire herself out,” Treehugger idly commented as she leaned against her soon to be mate. “Think she got so excited she forgot to say hi to me.”
“Yeah that’s Roseluck for you, didn’t mean anything by it I’m sure,” Sandal acknowledged as he began to make his way through the meadow and towards the other girls. Treehugger following just behind him. Arriving at the sunning rocks, Sandalwood found himself sandwiched between Fluttershy and Wallflower as both pulled him into a tight hug. His head disappearing into the cleft of Fluttershy’s massive yellow rack. He could feel their hands squeezing him tight, drifting over his bare skin and exploring every inch of him.
With his every sense outputting ‘boob’ and having two huge women feel him up, Sandie’s erection enlarged even further. Straining as it bobbed up and down, rubbing itself against Fluttershy’s thigh. The amazonian woman giggling only made him all the more aroused as he let out a groan into her sternum.
“I’m so glad you came, Sandal! You even took your clothes off for us! Thank you so much!” Fluttershy cheered in her usual, whispery tone. The pressure around his body grew several orders of magnitude stronger, prompting him to wheeze as his face was pushed even further into her tit-flesh.
“Yeah, look at that. He’s just as good looking below the belt as he is above it.” Wallflower purred, pressing her breasts up and against his shoulders. Slowly sliding her hands down his belly and onto his crotch, until she was cupping Sandal’s impressive manhood in both palms.
“Goodness, have you got a license for this thing? You could kill someone with this!” Wallflower teased as she squished his rod between her forearms. “We need to get this thing sheathed away before anyone gets hurt~”
The hands, the breasts, the massive women purring and whispering. It was just too much for Sandalwood to handle at once, the man thrusting his hips forward and pushing his rod into Fluttershy’s dense thighs.
“Ah-ah-ah~! Not yet,” Flutter corrected before pressing her thighs tight together, stopping Sandal’s cock in its tracks. She could feel Sandie let out a savage grunt as he pressed in close to her. His throbbing cock squirting warm pre all over the interior of her legs.
“Please, can we start fucking? I'm so hard it hurts!” Sandalwood whined as he tried in vain to fuck the slicked cleft of Shy’s thighs.
“I know it’s uncomfortable, but going in dry’s deal-breaking. Just let us get in the mood while we -ah- explore you a bit further,” Wallflower rumbled into his ear. Walking backward and pulling both of Sandal’s heads free of Fluttershy’s embrace. Continuing backward until she came down upon the smooth surface of a boulder with a soft plap. Sandalwood nestled between her legs, with his head reclining against her mammoth mammaries.
Roseluck was quick to join them, the slender botanist retrieving what looked to be several small jars of paint from the grass before she padded over. Coming to a stop just before Sandal, she dropped onto her knees and pulled out a brush that was tucked into her hair. Uncapping the bottles, she dipped the fine hairs into the paint and brought the bristles to his crotch. Stopping just short of prodding his cumtanks.
“Just need to get these done and we can start having a bit of fun,” Roseluck commented as she pressed the brush against his taut skin.
The testes shot up as Sandal’s muscles tensed, pressing himself further against Wallflower to avoid the brush. “Rose, that’s freakin’ cold! And why are you painting my balls anyway?”
“Oh, the magic in the paint will keep the sun from burning you. Plus there’s a little something extra in it, something you’ll enjoy. Trust me,” Roseluck clarified as she pressed the brush against his orbs, waiting for him to finally stop flinching at the chilling sensation. When he finally relaxed, she began to paint his manhood red and green in tribal patterns. Pulling her brush away, she admired her handiwork before handing the paint off to Wallflower.
Already Sandalwood could feel a pleasant tingling flow from his gonads over to the entirety of his crotch, his sensitivity increasing to the point where even the light breeze gusting across his turgid cock felt amazing. So when Roseluck puckered her lips and slipped his cockhead into her mouth, it took every ounce of self-control that Sandal had to keep from bucking his hips into her face.
“Fu-huck~” He moaned as Rose practically vacuumed up his precum.
Though the cute girl swallowing his cock took up most of his sensory input, Sandalwood could still barely feel the cold lick of the paintbrush as Wallflower began to decorate his backside. Just beyond Roseluck, Fluttershy had gotten down in the grass with her legs splayed wide. Her pussy looked delectable to the sex-addled stud, already imaging how great it would feel to plunge his scepter past her puffy lips. Having snuck around to his side, Treehugger’s whisper in his ears nearly made him jump off the rock he was situated on.
“You’ve got four ladies all wanting to make you theirs, and all you had to do was ditch some rags,” she rumbled, gingerly biting down on the edge of his ear.
“Tree, you’re going to make me blow early!” he snarled through clenched teeth, bucking his hips into Roseluck as she finally took him to the hilt. Burying her nose into his crotch, the pale yellow woman enraptured by the smell.
“Good~ You need to cum a whole bunch if you want to get your aura back in line. Keeping yourself imprisoned in a bunch of clothes can’t compare to being a free man, right?”
“Nggh! It can’t!” Roseluck was now bobbing her head up and down his length, the cooler air outside of her mouth was agony upon his slicked skin. The lusting look that she showered upon him only deepens his arousal even further, his brain descending into an erogenous swamp that would take several ball-quaking orgasms to drain.
“Mm, I’m glad you’re finally seeing things the right way. Mother Nature meant for you to be a hot and well-hung stud~ As bare to her beauty as we are. I can't imagine how uncomfortable tucking all that meat into your pants was. Or just how much it hurt to turn down a willing girl,” she cooed, gliding her hands down to rub his midriff.
Sandalwood snorted, his nuts clenching as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. Roseluck had stopped sucking his cock and was now worshipping it in earnest. Grinding her face against the slicked maleness as she peppered it with kisses. Digging her nose and tongue into his sack as she continued to imbibe his natural musk.
“Keep going, I’m so close.” He muttered, sliding his shaft up and down Rose’s cheek with small rolls of his hips.
“So go ahead - show us how much you want to be with us. Show us how much you want to be ours! Cum! Cum for us!” Tree rumbled into his ear, gently biting down into the side of his neck.
That auditory stim-pack was all it took as the pressure in Sandal’s hips became overwhelming. He began to rapidly buck his entire body, pistoning his spit-slicked shaft across her face until his balls clenched tight and pleasure became his entire world. Yet, no matter how hard he strained and rolled his hips, his body refused to release any of his pearly lust. His balls throbbed angrily, swollen from a hollow orgasm that brought him no lasting relief.
“What the fuck!?” He whined in desperation, eyes clenched shut from the intense sensitivity his ruined orgasm induced.
“Part of going hard in the paint. Keeps you from cumming - unless you’re in a girl’s pussy,” Roseluck chimed as she slowly swirled a finger over the lips of Sandal’s cumslit.
Sandalwood had progressed beyond regular horniness, the arousal plaguing his mind had reached critical mass. The rest of the world didn’t matter. He could scarcely think about anything that wasn’t hot, tight, and juicy.
“F-flutter, come over here for a bit?” he finally got out.
With a small mewl, the buttery pegasus obeyed Sandal’s word. Her legs slid together delightfully as she finally approached Sandal’s stiff shaft.
“Wait, y-you want to start with me?” Fluttershy’s voice sounded caught between disbelief and something else.
Right now, however, Sandal’s brain was too baked - on the womans’ heady scents, his roiling flood of cum and Flutter’s eye-catching wet folds - to care about deciphering that voice. “Yes. Have to~!” he pleaded.
“Right. Okay, then.” Flutter braced her legs on each side of Sandalwood’s long ramrod, shivering as she felt that bulging tip part her flower. “J-just be careful. I tend to have this... habit if someone that big-”
Sandals’ dickhead pulsed needily at those words, honey-soaked and innocent, spilling from Fluttershy’s plump lips. Quickly, his hands gripped the edges of Fluttershy’s hips, reveling in the rippling feel of muscle as he pumped forward. He didn’t know how much time elapsed, but it wasn’t long, because he felt the air volley out of Flutttershsy’s lungs as he hilted in her.
“Saaaandaaaal!” Fluttershy cried, in a voice so pitched Sandal thought Dash’d run in on them. Faust almighty, Fluttershy being this iron-packed around his fingers and yet so buttery-soft around his dick was mind-blowing. Pulling back, he prepared for another body-rattling thrust, Tartarus-bent on getting to the sweet center of this panting pegasus.
“Ooooh, in one stroke too,” purred a voice to his right, Tree watching him bury himself in Fluttershy eagerly.
Rose, however, was busy nipping down Tree’s neck. “Think he hit Flutter’s switch?”
“Oh, we’ll see.” Tree replied, her voice hitching. “I -umph- would love to find out which of them wins out here.” Judging by the fingers twirling in her soaking snatch, however, Tree was fast beating them to that victory circle.
In front of them, Sandal’s hips went taut as he slammed into Fluttershy again, the woman hugging herself to him. The second his shaft pushed against a bundle of nerves buried deep in her, his steely grip faltered as Fluttershy tensed up.
Sandalwood looked up, despite the pleasure sparking at his nerves, to see Fluttershy’s eyes roll up into her head for a second. He’d either made her cum already, or - well, worse. “Flutter, are you ok-whoa!”
Nevermind, Fluttershy was more than alright. Her mighty shove proved as much, Sandal sprawling onto his back and still rooted in the girl. Flutter’s hands then knuckled in the ground on each side of his head, and the look between those heaving shoulders made his breath lodge in his throat.
Fluttershy looked feral. Her eyes were now narrow and dark, almost slit-like as they bored into his own. Her normally demure expression was twisted into a toothy, predatory grin. But the way her hips swayed and bucked against the tool still wedged inside her folds, made Sandal realize the pegasus above him wasn’t out for his blood. No, Fluttershy wanted his cum.
“My turn…” she hissed, in that Dash-like voice again, as she raised her hips until the bulb of his cock was gripping at the edges of her puffy lips. Then down came her soaking crotch, and Sandalwood was suddenly breathless as he screamed in bliss.
His cock spasmed around her, lost in the relentless rhythm of her hips. Flutter was riding him for all she was worth, and none too gently either. But as she bucked and wailed wantonly on him, he found he didn’t care; Fluttershy was drop-dead gorgeous and this new side of her only made him want to help her reach heights in a new way. His hips rose up to meet Flutterhshy’s savage hops. Soon, the air filled with the rapid plaplpaplaps of their wet crotches smacking together.
“Ah! Keep- Yes! YES- Keep going! Ah-please, d-deeper!” Fluttershy was becoming more incoherent by the thrust, her mane slinging around her like a bubblegum curtain. Soon, her lips were on his, and they moaned into each others’ mouths, their motions picking up speed.
“Wow, Sandal! You’re already getting good at t-this!” Tree crooned, her fingers now a blur above their gushing clit. “K-keep this up and your aura’ll be right as rain in no t-by Faust, I’m~!” Then she was too busy moaning from Roseluck’s expert tonguing and shivering in release to finish egging on Sandal.
But alas, the edge came too fast for Sandal. Within minutes, he was close, his cock throbbing as it swelled inside Fluttershy’s soaked pussy. He wanted to tell Fluttershy that he’d likely balloon her out if she didn’t stop rutting him into the ground. But her tongue was too busy twisting in his mouth for him to warn her.
And on a particularly rough final thrust, Sandal and Fluttershy were both over the cliff’s edge. Sandal didn’t know if he was still breathing as he savagely hilted inside of the woman, her soft pussy clamping around his shaft like an iron vice. Between the flood of warm juice that began to spill out over his crotch, the spasming of her velvet walls, and the throaty moans rattling his throat, Sandal couldn’t think. Instinctively, he grasped Fluttershy’s hips, digging his fingers in as the pressure in his hips reached a fever pitch, before finally, releasing.
Stars swam in his vision as his cock pulsed angrily, balls pulled tight against his body. Each teeth-clenching throb of his cock injected fat and gooey ropes of pent-up lust directly into Fluttershy’s yearning womb. It felt like it was going to go on forever as he squeezed himself against the lady’s toned body. Trying to cram himself even deeper into her, before his balls finally began to relax and his body fell limp against the grass.
The second Sandal broke the kiss, he gasped at his gist. Fluttershy’s once-toned abdomen now bore a small bump, quickly fading when his cock shifted and a river of his cum slid out to paint the floor white. Thankfully, it was mostly on the rugged floor. Even more thankfully, it didn’t do a thing to the tattooing on his body. And most importantly, Fluttershy was ecstatic as she looked down to see the remnants of their orgasms, all smiles and doe-eyes.
“G-goodness, Sandal, I didn't think that… I could do this for you!” she chirped, her other side melting away as fast as Sandal’s seed did into the soft dirt beneath their naked bodies.
“No problem,” Sandal replied, feeling light-headed and lead-weighted at the same time. “You would’ve - I mean, you did - do the same for me.”
Fluttershy chortled lightly. “I h-hope you’ve kind enough to give the girl behind you the same.”
Sandal, idly stroking Fluttershy’s stomach perked up at those words. “Wait, what other girl-”
Then two green hands wound their way around to his abdomen. The sun dimming as Tree leaned over his splayed body, breasts dangling free. “This girl~” she growled playfully, biting her lower lip as her lusty gaze traveled over the rest of his body. Before he could reply, her hands grasped the earth to the side of his hips as she dragged her entire body forwards. Then, his entire world became Tree as the slightly chubby woman sat down upon his head. Encasing his senses beneath thick thighs, soft cheeks, and an even softer pussy.
With Tree’s folds dripping across his mouth and the bridge of his nose, the lust-addled stud was powerless to keep from inhaling her heady scent. Her pheromones melted away any concerns or desires that didn’t involve the four fuckable girls around him. Wrapping his arms around her soft thighs, Sandal pulled her closer as his tongue plunged into her depths, the tip snaking through her folds to flick at her swollen button.
“Good boy,” she moaned, her voice husky and muffled to the man buried beneath her behind. Leaning forward, she ground even more of her pussy into Sandal’s face as she pulled Fluttershy in close. With their breasts pressed against one another in a tight hug, the two began to sloppily make out. The sounds of which, coupled with the pussy in his face, were slowly stirring life back into the half-mast still buried within Shy’s depths.
Coiling his arms even tighter around her thighs, Sandalwood wrapped his lips around her slit and sucked hard, pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit and pressing on it hard. Feeling the surrounding muscles around him tense, he giggled into her snatch, which made her tense further. Tree had a unique taste to her, sweet with a hint of bitterness and a light touch of salt and spice. Combined with her heavenly scent, he couldn’t get enough of the pussy he eagerly lapped at.
“Ngh! Sandal~!” Tree gasped, falling onto her hands as Fluttershy finally pulled away and stood up. His shaft slowly slid free of her depths with a wet pop before slapping on his belly. Soon, fresh blood began to circulate within it once more, making its throbs more fitful.
“S-sorry Tree, I was still a bit too sensitive down there. I c-can still make out if you want,” the shy pegasus whispered.
“No, that’s fine. I just needed more aaihr~!” The hippie squealed as Sandalwood’s tongue lashed against a particularly sensitive spot.
Sucking in a deep breath, Tree set more of her weight on Sandal’s head as she turned to look back. “Wallflower! Bring me the rest of the pAINt!” Tree squeaked as the pinned stud gently pinched her clit in his teeth.
A few moments later, Sandal could feel a wet brush being pressed against his belly. Squirming from the ticklish sensation, he kicked his legs in protest, letting out several muffled protests into Tree’s slit. He could feel her snatch tighten around his thrashing tongue and hear her labored breaths as she grew closer to release. Already recovered from his previous rutting, Sandal’s shaft slowly stood upright, needily throbbing in the warm sunlight.
With all the blood rushing to his nethers and his face smothered in sopping pussy, he began to feel a bit lightheaded. His need for breath, however, was not outweighed by his want to bring Tree to roaring orgasm. Sucking in whatever pussy-scented air his lungs could find, he pressed his lips firmly against her gushing gash and sucked as hard as he could.
The words died in Treehugger’s throat as she tensed so hard she practically rocketed away from Sandal’s face. Cool, fresh air rushing in to chill his face before it was warmed once more by dripping girlsap from his partner. Her arms clenched tightly against her belly, her breaths coming out in choked grunts as she fervently humped the air. The motions of her hips slowed, though, as her orgasm slowly ebbed away.
“H-hey, I really wanna intertwine our chakras, but you gotta let me breathe a little bit first. I feel dizzy,” Treehugger dreamily replied, slowly squatting down before collapsing altogether in the grass.
Sandalwood idly nodded and slowly rose up and onto his behind, mopping up the stray pussy juice that coated his face with his right arm. Savoring the fresh air with deep breaths, he turned his attention to the throbbing pillar jutting from his hips. Even with Fluttershy having had her womb full of his seed, he still felt like he had plenty more to give.
So when Treehugger beckoned him back with bedroom eyes, a curling finger, and splayed legs, Sandalwood felt a deep and instinctual pulse ripple through his cock. Simply fucking her wouldn’t sate his urges, no, he needed to BREED her. To make the teasing freespirit beg underneath him as he unleashed all of his pent up sexual frustration upon her slit.
Taking a moment to admire the designs painted on his torso, he leaned forward until he found himself on all fours. He then crawled towards the sexy hippie like a wild animal. With the tips of the grass tickling his underside, and the sun warming his back, he felt revitalized, primal. Coming upon the prone, voluptuous form of Treehugger, he let a low growl slip past his lips.
Her hand reached up to grace his cheek, thumb rubbing against the bone of his upper jaw. “Sandal, keep that act up. It’s really hot,” Treehugger moaned.
Rather than grace her with a response, he merely smiled and let out a playful snarl. Pushing past her hand as he brought his mouth to her neck, grazing across her smooth skin with his teeth as his hands possessively grasped at her plush body. Her pillowy breasts deformed around his strong hands, the stud arching his back as his breeding rod slid past her lips and onto the soft chub of her belly.
“That’s it, let nature take the reins. Don’t think, just feel.” Tree purred as she pressed against Sandal, wrapping her arms around his barrel and locking her hands together. In a similar manner, her feet hooked on his pelvis and slowly pushed him back until his cockhead was pressed against the entrance to her velvet walls.
“Breed me.”
Sandalwood obeyed, jutting his head forward and embracing Tree in a possessive kiss. His hips followed soon after, pushing past her gushing entrance until his cumslit barely kissed the hard wall deep inside her. She was a tight, sopping oven around his length, making his toes curl as he fought to pull his hips back. Moving his hands away from her breasts, he leaned forward on his elbows to better support his weight.
Their tongues coiled and writhed against one another like fighting snakes, grunting and gasping as they struggled to dominate one another. Grasping the sides of her hair, Sandal dug his fingers into her dreads as his thrusts increased in pace. Hips met with loud, wet slaps that echoed throughout the grassy clearing. Pressure built in his crotch, the man letting out savage grunts into Tree’s mouth as he pushed his weight against her. Pinning her in place, Sandal completely dominated every inch of her body.
Tree tightened even further around his pistoning rod, her fingers digging into his back as her legs clamped around his waist. Sandal wouldn’t be leaving until he unloaded a baby into her. He was getting close, and so was his partner. Their bodies writhed against one another as Sandal’s thrusts became short and erratic. Lust surged to the forefront of Sandal’s mind, leaving him powerless to do anything besides race after his climax.
Tearing his lips away from Tree’s, Sandal let out a feral growl through clenched teeth. Soon joined by Tree shouting her pleasure to the blue heavens above. Her legs pulled hard against him, forcing his cockhead against her womb as her pussy convulsed in ecstasy. Though he could barely move, he bucked against Tree’s entrapping leglock. Each minuscule thrust was followed by a mighty spurt of cum that sapped the strength from Sandal’s body. A tidal wave of white spilled out from her pussy as Sandal collapsed atop his mate, both ponies out of breath and with broad smiles on their faces.
“Sandal... that was fucking, a-ma-zing,” Tree gasped, idly rubbing Sandalwood’s shoulders.
“Yeah… it was pretty good. Fuck, my balls kinda hurt after that,” he wheezed.
“Just means you had a really, really good orgasm. Mm, your chakra is already looking a lot healthier.”
As the arousal slowly faded from his head and his thoughts became clearer, an icy knife of realization was driven into his gut. “Tree, I think I just got you pregnant… and Flutters.”
Sensing the worried vibes coming off Sandal, she reached up and cupped his cheek. “Flutters is on contraceptives, and I wouldn’t tell you to cum in me if I wasn’t ready to be a mother.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, Sandal visibly relaxed as he leaned into Tree’s hand. “Okay, but still, that’s a lot of responsibility, not to mention the cost and every-”
“I’m not sure how things work where you came from, but here the government helps take care of that. Plus, you got like, three other mothers here to help. You’ll be fine Sandie, stop worrying about it,” Treehugger lectured, creeping her fingers into the stud’s hair and raking her nails across his scalp.
“If that’s the case then…” he set a hand down upon her soft stomach. “I’ll be proud to be a father.”
“That’s the spirit. I love you, Sandie.”
“I love you too- what are you doing back thERe!” Sandal exclaimed, his voice rising several octaves as two hands suddenly grasped his cheeks and spread them apart.
“Hey! It’s just me! Wanted to get your backdoor ready for when you have fun with Wallflower.” Roseluck chimed, leaning forward to give the beanie-wearing boy a kiss on his sensitive ring.
“What?! No! I’m not-!” Sandal’s legs scrambled in the grass as he pulled himself out of Tree and away from Rose’s probing lips.
“You sure?” purred Roseluck.
“I don’t want you back there; I’m not gay, or into pegging or whatever!” Sandal barked at Rose, attempting to ignore the pleasant throb between his cheeks as he stood up.
“Uh-huh, sure Sandalwood,” Rose replied, her face changing to that of smug confidence. His confidence evaporated as she sauntered closer to him. “I’m sure you were staring at Big Mac’s dick the other week just because, right? Like you did with Birch Bucket when we went to the spa on Saturday.”
“Just because I looked at them doesn’t mean I like guys! A-and how could I not look at Big Mac? He’s huge!” Sandalwood denied, face reddening from shame.
“Mm, and you’re also not into guys or anal. Because, as we all know, totally straight guys keep a dildo, lube, and several skin mags with only guys ‘hidden’ under their bed,” Roseluck divulged, the smile on her face eradicating whatever retort came to his lips. Silence reigned in the meadow for what felt like a minute.
” Maybe just a little,” he finally whispered.
Roseluck giggled madly, closing the distance and pulling him into a hug. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about; it’s just who you are. There aren’t any guys hiding around in the bushes around here, sadly, but I do have a solution.”
“What’s that?” Sandal inquired, blood flushing his face an even deeper shade of red.
“I’ve got a strapon, myself. Wallflower likes to call it my ‘thorn’, because she’s a fan of awful puns. I really wanna peg you while you’re screwing Wallflower. I think you’ll really get off,” she proposed sneaking a hand around his back to squeeze his firm rump.
Looking off into the distance, Sandalwood finally turned his head and nodded. “Yeah, just go easy, will you? I haven’t ridden my own… well I haven’t ridden it hard,” he sputtered out. Still deeply embarrassed about the subject.
“Can do Sandie! Just let me know if I’m starting to get carried away. Now, turn around so I can get you ready!” Rose commanded, waving over to Wallflower and catching a thrown bottle of lube moments later.
Obeying the petite woman’s words, Sandal pivoted on his feet. Within an instant Roseluck was already on his toned cheeks, fingers digging into his cleft and pulling him open. He could hear a distinct uncapping sound followed by some furious squirting before Rose pressed her cheeks between his. Moments later, a lube-soaked tongue pressed against his entrance, hooking on the muscular ring and plucking it like a string.
“Fuhck!” Sandal exclaimed, bucking his hips in reaction. The butterflies in his stomach gradually faded as blood returned to his nethers. Each little flick, rasp, and kiss that Rose made him squirm and twitch. It had just been a few seconds, but Sandalwood already knew this was far better than any dildo. There was no coming back from this; his sexuality would be permanently expanded and he couldn’t wait to explore it with Rose.
A beatific lightness filled Sandal’s head as his erection swelled and his backdoor became even more sensitive. By now, Rose wasn’t content just playing with his rim. Her tongue was reaching in deep, swirling around his walls and depositing fat globs of lube for use later. Pulling away from his pucker with a loud and sucking kiss, Rose playfully swatted at Sandal’s firm man-buns.
“Wallflower’s been jillin’ it the whole time. Go have fun while I get my ‘thorn’ real quick.” she gasped.
Sandal didn’t need to be told twice, his manhood twitching at the thought of touching the thick lady. Making his way through the grassy field, he came upon the standing, divine figure of Wallflower. His eyes scanned over her, drinking in her luscious curves, including the slight jiggle that rippled through her body whenever she shifted her feet. His cock felt like it could split steel as he hugged her from behind. Sliding his cock between her thighs and pressing her delectably soft cheeks against his abdomen.
“Hey. You really want to do it standing?” Blush questioned, grinding her lips against the top of Sandal’s length. “Seems a bit exposed.”
“So? We’re in the middle of the woods. If anyone wants to watch, more power to them. This feels too good for me to care,” Sandal grunted, bucking his hips against Blush’s expansive rear. His cockhead rammed against her clit as he failed to find entry.
“Wow; just a few hours ago I knew a Sandalwood who was still all aflutter about being nude,” Wallflower snarked. Arching her hips up, Sandal’s cockhead was soon firmly nestled between her folds.
“That Sandalwood was stupid,” he snorted in agreement. Savoring the gentle tickling of her pussy lips around his cockhead before flexing his calves and pushing into her. Thankfully for his sensitive cock, she was looser than the other girls. Her walls gently gracing the sides of his shaft, the ephemeral touching making him shiver as he finally bottomed out inside her.
He didn’t have long to savor her, however, as a pair of hands wrapped around his hips and hooked on his inner thighs. A cold, wet, and hard pillar speared his cheeks, bumping against his clenched ring.
“Are you ready?” Roseluck whispered into his ear. Accentuating her question by gently pushing the soft bulbhead of the faux-cock against his ring. Whatever Roseluck was in possession of, it was clearly high quality. If it weren’t for the feminine giggle behind him, he could’ve sworn it was a real shaft.
Sandal nodded and was quickly rewarded by the soft, life-like cock pushing past his slicked entry. The head stretched his ring wide before a pleasant and suffusing fullness overcame him. He clenched down hard around that synthetic invader, an involuntary groan escaping his mouth.
Roseluck, true to her word, kept her pushing slow and gradual. Pushing up and into Sandal until her silicone length brushed past his sensitive button, hilting inside of him as the sack of her strapon pressed against his cheeks.
“Just set your own pace, for now, we’ll have fun once you get loose~” Rose moaned into his ear. Slowly pulling her hips back until she was only halfway embedded in his entrance, she waited for him to continue.
Sandalwood nodded, grasping handfuls of Wallflower’s wide hips as he began to slowly pull his length free from her warm depths. For every inch that he slid out of her, another inch of rubbery cock slid into him. The overwhelming sensation of it depressing against his button causing him to rocket forward and impale himself inside Wallflower to start the cycle all over again.
As he continued to bounce between the two girls, he began to relax. Each prostate-tingling thrust became easier and easier as the discomfort left him entirely. Now pistoning in and out of Wallflower at a rapid rate, he glided his hand across her crotch and began to play with her clit, peppering her neck and shoulders with licks, kisses, and bites.
Hearing Wallflower’s muffled and suppressed moans of pleasure made Sandal’s heart flutter as he increased the tempo of his attention. His free hand migrating upwards to gently knead and massage her pendulous breasts, fingers probing and circling over her rock-hard nipples. Just the thought of making this green-skinned fertility goddess cum made his cock violently throb.
Behind him, Roseluck had the same idea. Pulling her hips back, she began to fuck Sandal’s cute butt in earnest. She groaned blissfully as each roll pushed the dildo embedded in her own slit further and smooshed her clit against that fake ballsack. Her breathing hitched and ragged from a mixture of pleasure and exertion.
With each thrust from Roseluck sending an electric tingle through his crotch, it wasn’t long before Sandal began to feel another orgasm creeping up upon him. His thrusts became fast and mighty, ramming against Wallflower’s plush cheeks with wet slaps that echoed throughout the clearing. Pressing his face into her shoulder-blades, his hands became a blur over her clit. The curvaceous woman bellowed as she suddenly grew tight around him, slowing his thrusts down considerably.
With his chest clenching so hard that he couldn’t breathe, Sandal gave a few more tokens thrusts before Rose plowing into him drove him to the hilt. The girl behind him similarly gasped in orgasm as she humped against his cock. Between the walls clamping down on his shaft, and the thick cock pressing against his prostate. Sandalwood stood no chance.
He gasped for air as he clenched down hard upon that intruding shaft, his cock growing so rigid it physically hurt. Finally, the pressure melted away into a mind-numbing climax. Darkness clawed at the edges of his visions as he sucked down great gulps of air. He was cumming so hard it felt as though his life-force was being sucked out of him. Legs growing wobbly and weak as he desperately grasped at her hips to keep from falling down.
After what felt like an eternity of wringing his balls dry, Sandalwood’s legs collapsed. The strapon embedded in his ass slipped free with an audible pop. Laying splayed in the grass, the midday sun was interrupted by Rose and Wallflower both leaning over top of him.
“Hey, I’ll get to you soon Rose, my legs just fell asleep. Heh-heh…” Sandal replied, though he doubted he’d be able to get it up after that marathon moundmashing.
“I’m good, Sandal. You, on the other hand, need to take a break.” Roseluck chided, bending down to stroke at his hair.
“Yeah, I get you’re eager to prove yourself; but it’s not a race. Take it easy, we’re not going anywhere. You can show Rose’s ass the same courtesy she showed yours before,” Wallflower teased, the viscous remnants of Sandal’s climax dripping from her sex.
“What Blush said. Now, can you stand?” Rose inquired, her face softening.
Nodding, Sandal attempted to get into a squat. Only for him to fall forwards and onto his face, no matter how much he willed it. His legs just wouldn’t respond in any meaningful capacity.
“Tch, looks like you blew your chakra out, Sandie,” Tree surmised as she sauntered in besides Roseluck. “Gotta take it easy, bud.”
“I know Tree, I can feel it.” Sandal fired back, letting out a frustrated sigh as he slumped back into the grass. “Can one of you help me?”
“I’ve got an even better idea. Flutters!” Roseluck yelled behind her.
Within a few moments, Sandal could feel the heavy footfalls of the amazonian woman as she padded over to the group. Looming over him, she bent down and scooped him up and into her arms. Fluttershy raised her back until he was held in a tight hug, his feet dangling in the air and his head buried in between her breasts.
Waddling over to a nearby boulder, Fluttershy squatted against it until she could sit comfortably. Once seated, Sandalwood adjusted himself into a more natural and comfortable position, draped across her body like a warm blanket. Buried in between two organic pillows, he could feel the strain of the days’ activities weighing down his eyelids.
A strong hand came up to his head, stroking through his hair and scratching the scalp underneath. “You did such a good job, Sandalwood. Just focus on resting up now, can you do that for me?” Fluttershy whispered.
Nodding weakly, Sandalwood curled up against her body as he closed his eyes. Between the warmth of the sun above and the muscular woman beneath him, sleep came quickly. As the peaceful summer sky faded before his closing eyes, he could only think about one thing:
He sure as hell wasn’t going to go looking for his clothes later.
