Human Behavioral Studies
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Field Work in the Everfree

Human Behavioral Studies

I am asleep. Or at least was, until the traumatizing sound of ringing metal reminded me that I could be blissfully resting. My mind slowly began to reboot for the day to come. The alarm clock was going off, its sound ripping me from my peaceful sleep. Still half asleep, I blindly bat at the where I hope the button is to make the Celestia damned ringing stop. Eventually, the ringing stops and I fall back into the bed wondering why I was awake at the unholy hour of… what time was it? Rising from the comfortable warmth that emanated from my bed, I looked towards the clock, squinting at the arms to try and make out the time in the dark. 4:30am. Letting out a sigh, I reached for my glasses and began to prepare for the day to come. Rolling out of my bed and landing on the floor with a Clop I walk to my bathroom, glasses in wing. With my free wing, I brushed against the light switch, quickly followed by my eyelids slamming shut, reluctant to reopen. Eventually, adjusting to the offending light, I opened my eyes and was greeted by the reflection of my glorious face, bags under dreary, crud lined eyes. Walking to my sink and mirror, and looking at the reflection of my mane, I groaned.

“I’ve got to find a time to cut this mane of mine,” I say as I drag a brush through my apple red hair. My hair wasn’t as long as some other mares, but it nearly reached the bottom of my barrel and it was overall just a pain in the flank to deal with. “Maybe if I had a horn I would like this piece of work more,” I complain as I collect my hair and slip a band around it with practiced ease. Returning my attention to the mirror, I turn on the water and get a splash of cool water across my face. Shaking my fur free of moisture, I donned my pair of round and brown glasses and looked back to the mirror once more to look over my appearance. My red mane tied back in a ponytail across my back, my glasses perched on my nose and the white, damp fur of my face glistened under the bathroom light. Satisfied with my appearance, I made my way downstairs.

Surely today would be the day! I’m up far before the sun will come up and that should give me enough time to get my things together and finally find it. The thought of making a breakthrough in my research made my lips curl into a smile, and my hooves moving on their own, alternating in place. For the last two months, I have been tracking a new monster in the Everfree, and have made a great deal of progress in my research. From its habits to its general appearance, everything was documented immaculately, but recently, my tracking of this creature has not been producing new information, and while this would not otherwise bother me, the fact that I don’t even know where it presides irritates me to no end. I am positive my peers would laud my detailed records of this creature, but I cannot accept my report as it is knowing there is far more to be written about where it resides and does when not scavenging.

As I packed my saddlebags with my equipment, I couldn’t help but wonder if what I was setting out to do was a fool's errand, after all, this was no ordinary creature. While I have seen it eat many berries, roots and nuts, it is most certainly a carnivore. The animals that it caught in its traps and those that were brought down with impossibly accurate hurls of stone tipped javelins, were all dragged back to the creatures nest. While I can’t say that I have seen the creature indulge in the flesh of those poor animals, I am positive that they provided more than just skins for his hairless body. What if I were to be captured, would I be killed and eaten?

My eyes that were closed in thought of what I was about to do, snapped open, a fearless, determined glint in them. No, I will not consider backing down now, I have done too much to back down, and who would I really be if I were to give up before making this incredible breakthrough? In my declaration, my wings flared out and my chest puffed in determination, I was ready to take on the danger that lay deep within the Everfree.

“For my research!” I bellowed, or rather, shouted until my voice cracked. The embarrassment came immediately after as my ears flattened and my cheeks became a tad warmer. I had never quite outgrown that habit that always seems to come up at the worst time. At least my voice doesn’t continuously crack and squeak, ulike an old classmate of mine from high school. “Ha, at least no pony heard-”

“Oi Feather Cunt!” A gruff, irate voice called out, bastardizing my name. Its Feather Pen. For a town full of ponies overflowing with happiness and friendship, it would be my luck to be the neighbor to the only jerk in town. Or maybe I was the jerk that was waking ponies at 5 in the morning. I had no time to ponder that thought as the booming voice spoke again.

“Would j’ya m’oind keepin’ yer plucken trap shut at f’oiv in da mar’nin!” the Briddlish accent truly bellowed. Oh colt, here we go. If my neighbor is yelling that means his herd will…

What followed was, well, even if I tried to transcribe what I could hear coming from my neighbors house, what could be recorded would be a swear every few seconds in between incoherent yelling between the outspoken stallion from Northern Briddleland and his mares. Knowing the scrutiny previously aimed at me was now elsewhere, I threw my saddle bag onto my barrel and grabbed an apple to snack on before setting out into the night, illuminated only by my small flashlight.

As I made my way out of the town, the soft grass became leaves that crunched under my hooves as I entered the Everfree, aided by my trusty flashlight. If venturing into the eerie wood during the day was scary, then at night it was a nightmare. But as scary as this Celestia damned place was, after enough trips and knowing what to do when you encountered any of the monsters that resided in the forest, it wasn’t as bad. As I continued on my trek, I came across one of the areas the creature frequented for setting traps. Curious if a new one was laid, I proceeded carefully as to not set it off myself. Sadly, there appeared to be none, I hoped I could properly observe the orientation of one up close. Continuing on, my thoughts shifted to the one who’s territory I would soon be trespassing on.

For a creature of the Everfree, it was certainly lacking compared to its beastly counterparts. No claws, razor sharp teeth, no wings, nothing! Only its two legged form, that stalked through these very woods. Oddly enough, the thought of an attack from this creature was more unsettling. Perhaps it was because it wasn’t an animal I could find in the various books I’ve read through, or maybe it was its tall, intimidating form, or maybe the weird intelligence it bore. Perhaps all three reasons were the cause of the anxiety I felt, but the excitement of discovery and prospect of furthering my knowledge overpowered my fear. The creature was unlike anything I had seen or heard of before. Tall and without a trace of fur on its body, save for patches of hair around its body and most prominently on its head. The hair on its face almost resembled a stallion with an overgrown beard. Despite its lack of a fur coat or scales, it persists, wearing the skins of the animals it has killed, wrapped around the ends of its hind legs, hips and torso. Even though the creature was easily as tall or taller than a minotaur, it lacked the muscle mass, lending it a lithe appearance, certainly better suited for the agility needed when pursuing prey. And what made it even more strange was the level of intelligence it seemed to have. It fashioned clothing for itself and used tools! Perhaps this was the beginning of new scentience on Equis.

I shook in excitement at the thought. Mare, control yourself. The end of my journey, for now, was just ahead of me. While I do not know exactly where the creature's territory begins, I know it is close by. Looking to the sky, while Luna’s beautiful night shown above, the beginnings of the day could be seen as the light from the horizon bled into the otherwise black sky. When the time comes I will enter the lair of this beast and document everything there is to see, and I will write the greatest report this world has ever seen! I nearly burst out in a laughing fit, crazy enough to rival that of Discord’s, but quelling it after remembering where I was. Ok, I know it wakes up early and makes its rounds setting traps and collecting. Once the sun is high enough up, boom, free real estate baby. Spreading my wings and lifting off the ground, I found a comfortable branch high enough off the ground to wait on. It would only be a matter of time now.

After some time had passed, I became bored and began to busy myself with the notes I had brought with me, dimming my flashlight and going over the scrolls. The light from the sun gradually pushed the darkness of the night back and soon I was able to read with the natural light. The day was now brighter and the cool night air had been replaced by the pleasant warm air of an early autumn day. I nearly finished going through all I had written before rustling from a nearby bush roused me. Ears perking up, I look in the direction of the sound. Huddled to the branch I was perched on, I carefully moved my notes into my bags, careful not to make a sound. The bushes ahead of me rustled vigorously, and I held my breath as I waited for the creature to emerge. My heart raced, and for a moment I was worried my heart, hammering away in my chest would betray my position. And as soon as the rustling began, it stopped, and before me from the bush emerged…

“A deer?” I whispered in confusion. I caught myself from facehoofing as my excitement from a moment ago began to settle. But before I had the chance to calm down, a cry from the deer shocked me and nearly caused me to fall from my perch. What the buck was that!? My question was soon answered as I saw the animal bolt off past my tree with a pole like object lodged in its back. Before I could register what I saw, another figure came crashing through the brush, its steps thundering against the ground. There it was.

A hulking figure, covered in the skins of the animals it had slain, chased after the injured deer. In the moments before it passed, I could make out in great detail its features that I had previously never been able to see from the safe distance I always kept in my earlier expeditions. The being was certainly as tall as I had predicted before, easily as tall as a minotaur, and while not as bulky as one, it certainly appeared strong. Its appearance was furless, with the exception of its head that had a black mane that reached just above its broad shoulders and a similarly colored beard that was short but full. Its face, unlike ponies, was flat with a nose that jutted out slightly, and ears that sat almost flat against its head. It was dressed in furs, but unlike the usual pattern of garb it donned, a pelt fastened around its waist and another pair of skins bound to the bottoms of each hind leg, its torso was without a covering. Maybe the creature is too warm, or maybe it wants to move faster, but then why wear the other garments? My question went unanswered as it thundered past the tree with a bundle of javelins held tightly in the end of its foreleg. Another quality of the creature that fascinated me, the claw-like appendages that were similar to that of a griffin but seemingly more dexterous and far less sharp.

After the creature had passed, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I held. Ok, it’s out chasing its prey, that should give me enough time to get to its territory and see what there is, get out, finish your report, and boom, Celestia’s your aunt. Taking advantage of the window of opportunity, gliding down from my branch and I broke into a gallop to find the prize that lay through the foliage. Soon after I entered the brush, I found my vision was obscured by the dense vegetation that blocked my path. I hit a root and nearly sent myself into a tree. Slowing down, I panted and assessed my situation. If I wanted to find its nest, I won’t get there by blindly galloping about, think mare! Searching the ground around me, I began to look for the trail of the bipedal creature. As I scoured the area, I felt my left forehoof make a squish as it began to sink.

“Euck...” I said, looking to my hoof covered in mud, at least it’s not dung. Huh, now that I think of it maybe I should try to find some of that… Wait. Looking back down to the thick puddle of mud, I found an imprint. I could practically hear the switch that went off in my head as I excitedly searched for more prints. There! More of them. With a renewed vigour I followed the direction of the prints and kept an eye out for the path the creature took. Soon, the dense foliage seems to clear up and ahead of me, I spot a clearing. Eventually, I broke through the last of the foliage and saw… “Wow...”

The clearing I was standing in wasn’t like a pasture or a meadow, it was more like a beach. In front of me a great mountain rose from the far end of the clearing, and a stream that flowed down the mountain into a small lake that took up much of the space in the clearing. The entire area felt like a hidden paradise within the Everfree, the sun shining over the water and land of the area. Looking about I spot a few primitive structures. Closest to myself is a sort of lean-to, with a variety of sticks and logs stacked up underneath it, and further past it was a circular formation of rocks. Walking towards it, I notice smoke rising from the center. I put two and two together and realized it was a firepit. And to my left was another structure shaped like a triangular prism, with furs lining the ground. It took all of my self control to not explode in excitement, and while I managed to suppress the squeal of glee that I wanted to let out, my excitement found its way to my hooves as they tapped inplace. Quickly I pulled my quill and scrolls from my saddlebags and quickly began to record everything I saw. The lean-to that covered the wood is obviously some sort of storage, and there's a fire pit with obvious signs of use! The creature can build and use fire, oh and it even has a resting place made of fur… And it’s stuffed with twigs and leaves!

Scrutinizing everything I could find, writing everything down in as much detail as I could with my quill in wing. It was absolutely amazing, I had never expected to discover a new species, let alone one that is clearly intelligent! So many thoughts were racing through my head and grinning like a mad mare, I continued scribbling down my observations, unaware of its return. I was sitting next to the bed of animal furs when I first heard the crack of a twig. My ears flicked, and my pen stopped, the joy and excitement I felt moments ago began to fade and a new emotion welled up in my chest. My ears frantically panned around, hoping to identify the source or location of the sound, and a disturbance in the brush, left of the shelter caught my attention. Gulping, I peaked around the corner, hoping a deer or some other animal was also exploring the area. My hopes were dashed as I spotted the creature, its imposing figure carrying its javelins in its right ‘claw’ and the other holding the legs of a recent kill that was slung over its neck like a morbid scarf. While the creature’s frame and size was enough to scare anypony, its blood stained forelegs and neck gave it the appearance of a monster from Tartarus. But at the time I saw it, I didn’t consider how the creature was simply returning from a hunt or that killing prey was a messy ordeal. No, all I felt was fear, the emotion petrifying me. I thought not of the creature’s encampment I was in, or the intelligence that was evident from the various structures, or even my silly report I was so adamant about completing. I thought of thousands of incoherent thoughts that flew through my mind, all vying to make themselves be heard. My heart beat violently in my chest and I began to tremble. The creature, taking the poor deer by its legs, the front legs in its right claw and the back legs in the left claw, hoisted it off of its shoulders. The head of the deer grotesquely hung limp as its body was lowered to the ground. My mind wasn’t thinking straight and all that I focused on was the creat- no monster. The vague ideas and thoughts never cleared as I watched, frozen. Only when the small dark eyes of the monster met mine, for a split second did my mind choose a thought to listen to. Run.

With a speed that I had never moved at before, my wings scooped the scrolls and bag at my side and I began to run. I could hear a sound come from the monster, no doubt angry at its trespasser, as I ran aimlessly into the forest. My sense and reasoning had been abandoned for pure instinct and what it told me to do was run, run from the predator that would eat you. Plants and vegetation brushed and smacked against my body as I charged through the foliage, and my body burned from the strain of galloping at full speed. I hadn’t an idea what was happening around me or if the creature was even chasing me, but what I do know is what followed after hitting an exposed tree root. My balance was immediately thrown off as I tumbled head first and onto my back, before continuing to roll down a hill, before finally stopping.

Everything hurt, my body sore from the exertion and the adrenaline rush gradually fading did nothing to quell the pain. I first noticed the splitting pain coming from my head, and I went to reach for it, when I realized I couldn’t. With my eyes shut in pain, I tried to move my hoof to rub my head once again, but to no avail. Slowly I began to open my eyes. Everything felt so bright, it was difficult to focus, but after a few moments my eyes adjusted and I assessed my situation. I found my hoof, covered in mud in front of me, but it was peculiar, my hoof, and for that matter, my entire body, save for my wings and head felt as if it were engulfed. Everything was blurry, my glasses had likely fallen off during my tumble. With great effort I focused my eyes and looked about to understand what was going on, and noted the wide expanse of mud that I was stuck in. Once again I tried to move my hoof, and again it did not move, I tried my other, then my hind legs and found they were all immobile, everything except for my wings and head were able to freely move. I began to struggle against the mud but only finding that my struggles only further entrenched and lowered me into the brown expanse. I began to panic. Frantically beating my wings to hopefully lift myself just a little ended in failure, but my irrationality didn’t prevent me from desperately trying once more. Five minutes, fifteen, thirty, an hour? I had no idea how long I struggled for but regardless of the time I spent pathetically flailing in the mud, the only thing I managed to accomplish was further exhausting my body and sinking my body deeper into what would surely become my resting place. My head was the only part of my body still exposed, and with hopeful eyes I looked around, perhaps a guard patrol might find me, or that zebra mare who lives alone in the Everfree. The more I hoped for a rescue, the faster the realization that I was alone to deal with the consequences of my silly project. My heart sunk, there would be nopony to save me now, and in that realization a dam that I didn’t know existed broke as I began to cry, head in the mud.

In the time I spent crying I had fallen asleep and funny enough, it was some of the most peaceful rest I’ve had in awhile. And much like this morning, I was abruptly yanked from my blissful rest, but rather than by the ringing of an alarm clock, by a voice that shouted unintelligibly. I opened my eyes and weakly looked to the source of the voice, and to my surprise, I could see the blurry outline of the creature, its frame silhouetted against the foliage of the forest. The creature began to approach me, wading into the lake of mud. Too exhausted to feel any sort of emotion, I simply watched as it reached for my head. Is this it? The claws of the creature rested on my neck, and I inhaled sharply, screwing my eyes shut for what I expected to come, but it never came. Instead, its claws traced down my neck and clutched the area my forelegs connected to my barrel, and in one solid motion ripped me from the prison of mud I had struggled to escape. Astonished and baffled, I hung confused and limp in its grip as it dragged me to the edge of the expanse of mud, and with little effort tossed me to solid ground. The impact on the soft grass made me conscious of my new freedom, and I rolled over to get up and found that my legs would not obey.

Looking back at the creature, the blood that first stained its skin had mixed with mud and looking over his form, although blurry, I could see that it was not wearing the skins that normally covered the bottoms of its legs and hung from its hips. I could say for certain that this creature was definitely a he. Thinking back to all the times you observed him, from this muscle to the beard on his face, it should have been obvious! I couldn’t help but let out a weak laugh at my revelation. After lifting himself from the mud he picked up the skins he shed before entering, tossing them over his shoulder and turning to me. Approaching me, he bent down, wrapped his forelegs around and picked me up. In contrast to how I reacted to him earlier, rather than thrash and fight against his grip, not that I could, I accepted my situation and laid my head against the furs slung over his broad shoulders and awaited my fate.

A time later, I recognized where we were, we were back at the creature's encampment. A pang of fear rose in my chest as I thought of his monstrous appearance when he first returned. I had no idea what he had planned, but there wasn’t much in the way for me to do. I was at his mercy. With a shake from the creature, my makeshift pillow fell to the ground and he began walking towards the lake. The creature began to walk into the water of the lake in the clearing, the mud and blood that stuck to his legs floating off of his skin, and soon I was dipped in the cold water.

I let out an embarrassing yelp as I entered the water and began to squirm as the creature began to bath me. The creature was sitting and the water was shallow, so most of his body avoided getting wet, while I on the other hoof was quickly dunked beneath the water. I gasped as I resurfaced and wrapped myself in my wings and hoofs to stave off the cold, still mostly submerged. To my surprise I could hear a chuckle from the creature behind me and forgetting my position, I glared back at him.

“W-w-w-what gi-gi-gives,” I stutter out between the clattering of my teeth. He raises his claws, as if to say ‘sorry’ and reaches back out to my sitting form placing his claws under my forelegs. Picking me up, he swung my hindquarters back, and I landed on my back in the water. I gave another gasp at the cold water and tried to roll over to get out, but his legs pinned me in place and I was left floating on my back. Having my belly exposed to the predator caused my body to shiver, but that may have been the water. His claws reached down to my exposed self, but rather than attack, he began to drag his claws through my coat.

“W-what are you doing?!” I exclaimed, the pleasant feeling of his claws clashing with my instinctual fear. My fear began to subside as his claws rubbed my barrel, freeing clumps of mud stuck in my fur. His claws were soft and smooth. I could feel the tips of them digging into my fur, gently scratching along the length of my barrel. The individual claws weren’t sharp or abrasive, like griffin claws, they were more like little hooves. The creature’s claws continued to comb through my fur, and it was starting to feel really nice. I let out a content sigh, the temperature of the water no longer bothered me and the appendages of the creature felt amazing to my energy sapped body. His legs no longer kept me in place as they bumped gently against my back, oftering support against sinking. Eventually his claws abandoned my barrel much to my displeasure, but the displeasure was dispelled as they reappeared at my scalp and combed through my mane. I let out a groan as his digits rubbed against my head and gently pulled the knots in my mane out after removing the mane tie. At the sound of my groan his digits stopped moving, and I opened my eyes to look up at him and was greeted by a quirked eyebrow.

“W-what, it feels nice...” and in response he let out a breath from his nose and shook his head before beginning to vigorously scratch at the area behind my right ear. Embarrassingly, I let out a groan at the sensation, and my right hind leg began to kick, splashing and disrupting the otherwise calm surface of the water.

“Don’t te- ohhh yeaahhh~” my eyes began to lose focus as the digits of his other claw began to give my left ear the same treatment as the right. I am thankful that this weird, scary and gentle creature is the only one to see me at this moment, because I’m not sure if I would have a place in Ponyville if anypony heard or saw what I was doing. Although I couldn’t see myself, both legs were kicking like I was trying to swim. The heavenly service from the creature’s digits only ended when he fell back clutching his torso, laughing. It was weird to hear him laugh, it was certainly different from how ponies laugh but there was something about that laugh that was oddly pony-esque. Rolling over in the water I rose on shaky legs to glare at the creature. Sure it felt good, but he was treating me like a dog who just performed a trick! I batted his hind leg with a hoof which seemed to remind him of who exactly he was laughing at. Propping himself up on one foreleg and still giggling like a foal, he wiped at his eye to remove a tear of laughter, and I just continued to scrunch my face in anger. The look must have not been angry enough as he began to giggle again, and again I batted his leg. Pulling himself up so he was sitting unassisted, I was reminded how large he was as I craned my head straight up to look him in the eye. I couldn’t help but gulp a little. His foreleg reached to my head and began to stroke my mane, like one would a pet. Ok, I’m angry again. I began to furiously beat my hooves against his torso and his laughing resumed.

My attack was soon thwarted as he picked me up and once again I yelped in surprise. I was lowered into his folded legs with my back facing him. Puzzled, I looked back to the creature, it seems he’s not done cleaning me up. Cupping water in his claws he rubbed the mud and blood from his torso, the water diluting the red tinted mud as it began to run down his body. After cleaning himself to his satisfaction, putting his claws together, he scooped up some water and began to pour water over my back and began to rub at my back. My wings fluttered and my breath hitched as his dexterous appendages dug in around my spine and began to make small circles, freeing my fur and back from mud and tension alike. Celestia, I have absolutely no idea why this is happening, but considering what all has happened today, I’ll just say thanksss~ oh by the gods~!

Suddenly the rubbing at my neck and upper back stops and the shortest digits of each of his claws begin to rub in small circles at the base of my wings. What is- Ahhhh, He doingggg~?! My mind was beginning to lose all reason and my wings were slowly beginning to extend. Then the rest of his digits wrapped around the outside edge of my wing and dragged up its length. My wings shot out with a Pomf! at the feeling and I began to pant. His digits drug against the fur as they returned to the base of my wings once more and I had to bite on a hoof to stifle the moans of pleasure that were threatening to slip out. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling of his amazing claws as they did things I never thought possible and made me feel things I’ve never felt before. All while the creature remained seemingly oblivious to the pleasure that he gave me. A moan escaped my lips when he seized the nape of my neck to mitigate my squirming. His appendages froze at the sound, and I turned back to look at him, a blush the same color of my apple red mane adorned my features and my tongue was left lolling as I panted hot and heavy breaths.

“Why’dya stop?” The look on his face was one that I hadn’t seen yet. His beige colored face was tinged red in embarrassment or arousal, of the two I couldn’t tell, and personally I didn’t care. Leaning back, I pushed myself against the creature's warm chest, my head resting just below his collar bone. I let out a content sigh and adjusted my position in his lap, and as I wiggled, I felt a warmth press against my flank. Wide eyed in surprise, I wiggled again, and again felt a broad warmth brush against my flanks, but unlike last time a groan escaped the creature behind me. I tilted my head back to look up at him, and he looked down at me, his heavier breaths tickling the fur on my muzzle. A grin formed on my lips as a wicked and poorly thought out idea formed in my lust blinded mind. Rolling out of the creature's lap, I circled him so I was directly behind him. Rising up on my hind legs and placing my hooves over his shoulders, I began to rub my fuzzy chest against his broad and powerful back. The male in front of me squirmed under my actions but did not move away. Good. What rationale I had before had long since left me and all I felt was lust, and the reasoning that dictated my actions was replaced with passion. Leaning in next to the creature’s ear, I spoke.

“What do you say we step this up a notch?” I whispered, leaning in and lightly nipping at the soft skin of the creature’s ear. I felt a shiver run up his back and smiled at his reaction, Let's get you hot and bothered big guy. Lowering my lips to his neck I began placing little pecks and licks indiscriminately. Softly brushing my wings up the creature’s sides elicits a gasp from him and I giggle at the reaction. Moving my hooves from his shoulders to his midsection, I lower myself and reach around him dragging my hooves against his torso taking in the feeling of the smooth skin, and bumps and contours of his defined muscles. Nuzzling his back I reach a hoof around and move it further down, eventually coming to rest on a warm, pulsing outcropping. A claw of the creature wrapped around my hoof, pulling it away from his burning masculinity.

After all that and an erection, what more does it take?! I scrunch my face up in a pout, sliding off his back as he rose from his sitting position. Facing away from me, his head turned to look down at me, meeting my pout with a stoic look that seemed oddly foreboding. The creature, without breaking eye contact, turned around, exposing his masculinity for myself to see. Because of the incredible height of the creature, when he turned around I had to look up to get a proper view of his length, and in that moment, I felt much smaller as I gave an audible gulp. It was around this time where the logic that once helped to guide my decisions, returned and made me consider if what I was planning to do would even be possible. He was big to say the least, his long shaft protruded from his groin with a slight but noticeable upward curve, and looking down to my hoof and back to the shaft, he was easily more than half a hoof thick. I sat there mesmerized by the bobbing and swaying of this creature’s titan cock that I failed to realize a claw was snaking its way behind my head. With guidance from his free claw and a push from his other, the cock head met my lips in a flat lipped kiss. Following my attempt to keep this, frankly terrifying penis, from entering my maw, the creature appeared to speak to me, not that I could tell what he was saying, the various sounds foreign to me, but conveying an order. He tried once more with assistance from both claws, but was only met by terrified, sealed lips.

With a sigh, the creature relinquished his grip on the back of my head and I let out a relieved breath. The relief, however, did not last long, as the creature knelt down on one knee. While he was much closer to me, he was still a full head taller and still as imposing. Leaning down to eye level, I pulled my head back in surprise and looked away to avoid meeting his gaze. But my eyes were soon brought to meet his, as a claw lightly pinched my chin and forced me to face him. In the moments we locked eyes, in those small brown eyes I saw that what I did earlier had clearly riled him up. The pair of digits kept my head in place while I fumbled with my words, knowing the lack of effect they would have.

“Wait, I’m not sure if this would work! I’m sorry for earlier but can we just- hmmph!?” My pleads were cut off by the creature’s lips as they latched to mine and hungerly moved against my stunned lips. A small pinch from his digits coaxed me to begin moving mine as well, and closing my eyes, I began to settle into a rhythm. My cheeks were rosey with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, and I hummed into his lips as I felt his appendages brush over my chest. His forelegs roamed over my body, brushing and rubbing my chest, back and neck. The hairs in his beard lightly brushed the fur on my snout, tickling me. It all felt wonderful. But as soon after the kiss started, I could feel myself falling back, or rather, being reclined. I could feel the forelegs of the creature supporting me as I was being lowered, and soon I felt the water on my back, its temperature cool but tolerable. Feeling his lips drawing away, my eyes fluttered open and I gazed up at his face, his hair hung down framing his face. His lips were slightly parted, his breath brushing against the furs on my neck. His cheeks, although rosey, likely didn’t hold a candle to the warmth that I could feel in my face, as I panted from the unexpected dance our lips performed. The digits of his right claw cupped my face gently, and feeling the warmth of his skin, I pushed my head harder into it as I draped a hoof over the joint at the end of his foreleg reveling in the comfort it offered.

Inhaling through his nose, his head lowered. Noticing his approach, I prepared to meet his lips once again, but my lips were left without a partner as the creature closed in on his target. The target of his lips was my neck, and as they met I felt my breath hitch as my mouth opened in a silent scream. I squirmed as his lips and tongue assaulted my neck, licking, kissing and sucking. I weakly pawed against his taut chest, a half hearted attempt to make him relinquish. I shivered as a soft but passionate kiss was planted on the base of my neck and I began to moan. I had never felt the sensations I was feeling this instant. The feeling was like a buzz somepony may have after a few drinks, but accompanying the pleasant euphoria was a warm and fuzzy feeling that I felt in my chest at the gentle and passionate actions of the creature. The pleasant buzz of the creature’s action was interrupted by a violent jolt of pleasure as my hind legs pressed together and I let out a timid squeak.

Refocusing on the creature, his tongue and lips were still lapping and kissing my neck, but looking down my body, I noticed his digits resting on the area above my entrance. His digits began to sink down into the cleavage my legs created but failed to reach their target. At the realization his appendages could no longer reach their destination, he released my neck from the care of his lips, shifting his lips close to my ear. His light breaths caused my ear to flick at the ticklish sensation, and the creature began to speak. I couldn’t understand the words and sound that he made, but the husky and unwavering tone of what he said had made his message clear, and I began to relax my legs. His digits traced back up my body, going as far as my teats, and traced down my right leg, gently tugging it from the other leg, exposing my moistening sex.

He said something else, but before I could register the pleased tone, my body jolted and made a slight arch as his digits reached their destination. The appendages began to explore, rubbing the length of my pussy and wiggling against the folds, the new sensation causing me to squeak and moan. But before long, all of the digits retreated, save for a single one. The lone digit began to rub its length against my slick entrance becoming wet in the process, before the very tip settled into a bent position, like a coiled snake. In a slow, perverted motion the digit pushed into me, each joint slowly disappearing into my quivering snatch, and finally stopping when the rest of the claw met my hips. The feeling of being entered was a new sensation, and I was not ready. The feeling was overwhelming and the only thing that stopped a cry of pleasure was a hoof that blocked my mouth. The snake began to move, curling up and pulling itself against the roof of my tunnel. The motion was quickly repeated and the digit buried in my pussy fell into a rhythm, and I was left to deal with the pleasure that followed. I thrashed on my back with my hoof failing to protect the world from the sounds of perversion and vice. My eyes screwed shut and my mind fought to try to maintain my dignity that was quickly eroding, but with my closed eyes I failed to see the claw that reached out to my hoof. My hoof was relieved from its position and the sound that resonated from my mouth was nothing short of a scream as I let the feelings of repressed pleasure out.

Coherent thoughts were abandoned in my mind as it focused solely on the foreign and new feelings that assaulted my most sensitive area. My cries and moans of pleasure seemed to have a positive effect on the creature as another digit found my button and began to press and circle it in a mind numbingly pleasurable way. This was all too much for my poor body to handle as my body locked up and my back formed an arch, and I was left to scream as my marehood erupted. My entire body convulsed as wave after wave of my orgasm flowed through me, and by the end my back splashed into the water and I lay motionless save for the rise and fall of my chest and the occasional twitch from my hind leg. My mind was blurry, too caught up in the afterglow to realize I was no longer in the water or that I had just been set down. The fog that blurred my mind finally lifted as I felt a warm length rub against my marehood. My dazed eyes began to focus and my mind began to take note of my position on my back, wings splayed, fore hooves folded and resting against my chest. My flanks seemed to be off the ground and my legs separated in an unnatural way. With an effort, I looked down my body and to where I felt the sensation and saw the creature in all of his imposing glory. His member rubbed against my slick marehood, dampening the shaft with each pass. His digits wrapped around the thigh of my legs which he used to assist in his thrusts. The terror that first emerged when I saw the humungus cock had returned, the feeling manifesting in my stomach and my eyes wide.

No, this can’t be happening... it’s way too big... I’m... scared… Emotions swirled inside of me as the terror continued to grow. I didn’t ask for this, it won’t fit, it’ll split me! Looking around for a way to somehow avoid this situation, my eyes met his, and I was locked in his gaze. In his eyes, for the first time since he took the lead, the stoic face that demanded respect and obedience was now one of concern. In my terror induced panic, I failed to realize that tears had welled and fell from my amber eyes and the big, scary, meat-eating creature noticed. He noticed and began to set my legs down. He’s stopping. A part of me was relieved that I may have been spared, but another part of me felt guilty and even a little ashamed.

What are you doing, you are here because of the decisions you have made. You were the one who decided she needed to research this creature, you were the one to trespass and prance about his home while he worked to survive, and you would have died of your own stupidity in that lake of mud. New tears began to form. This stallion ripped you from what would have been your grave, carried and bathed you, in blatant disregard for the wrongs you have done to him. What right do you have to tease and lead him on? You have no right! The least you could do is finish what you have started.

His claws left my body as he knelt in front of me. Looking back up to the creature as he sat in front of me, his expression was difficult to read. He let out a sigh, before scooping me up, and with his arms wrapped around my back, he fell onto his back. My head rested against his chest and the digits of his claws rubbed up and down my back, comforting me. As we laid in the position, I could feel my emotions settling and after calming down I rose, hooves planted on his chest as I sat, straddling his torso. Shifting backwards until I felt his length press up against my rear, I lifted myself up and looked underneath. His impressive cock stood at attention, bobbing in time with his heart beat. Taking a deep breath, I began to lower myself on to the cock. I could feel the claws that I had become so familiar with holding my flanks as my lips reached the tip. Looking at the creature’s face, he gave a slight nod that I acknowledged and I refocused on the spear that throbbed against my marehood. Closing my eyes, I lowered myself.

The feeling was painful as I was slowly impaled and my legs gave out. The only thing preventing the pain of falling further on to the creature's cock being his strong claws that supported my flanks. With assistance, I slid further and further, taking more and more of the cock into my tight depths until the tip reached an unbreachable wall and I cringed at the painful sensation. The pain in my nethers sapped the energy that supported my fore hooves and I crumpled to the chest of the creature. Looking back to my hips, I saw that I had taken nearly three quarters of the cock’s length. My pussy twitched and squeezed around the thick rod of meat as it pulsed in my depths. Turning to face the creature, his breath unlike before wavered and his eyes were shut in concentration. I silently hoped that he would hold the position.

I was utterly unprepared as the cock stretched my hole further than previously thought possible, and I could only wait for the pain to gradually fade. My head rested against his chest and I listened to the racing heart and the deep breaths the creature took. After a time, the pain that robbed me of my stamina faded to a dull one that throbbed in my belly. I pawed at the chest I laid on, getting the attention of the creature. “You can start,” I whispered. His digits tightened around my flanks and I felt my rump being lifted. My eyes screwed shut as I felt the veins and ridges of the gargantuan cock dragging along the walls of my canal, each inch overwhelming the dull pain that once dominated my body. Before long I could feel that most of his length had vacated my marehood, with only the ridgid head remaining inside and a moment later he lowered me once again. This time, he did not go the full length, only as far as, at most, half his cock, and soon began to lift me on and off him at a slow and steady pace.

My wings fluttered and I began to start panting, the movements sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I found that I had adjusted quite well to the girth as the debilitating pain was now a far off memory as I was impaled again and again by the creature’s spear. I could hardly maintain myself as I moaned, my tongue lolling and leaving a small puddle of drool on my impromptu bed. The slow and steady rhythm that we began with started to pick up in speed, my flank rising and falling at an amazing pace. My heart began to pound faster and my limit was rapidly approaching as the cock pistoning in and out of me left no part of my cavern untouched or unpleasured. My hooves began to roam in search of something to hold on to. My hooves eventually found themselves hooked over the creature’s shoulders and I pressed my head and barrel harder into his chest. The quick movements were forcing my body back and forth as I slid on the torso of the creature. The sound of my slick pussy rising and falling on the pinnacle of masculinity was a soundtrack to the singing that my mouth was letting out. Drawn out moans accompanied by sharp gasps and low groans polluted the air with the perversion and debauchery the two of us were engaging in, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care who or what heard me, or what I was doing, my sense of modesty having been abandoned long ago as I embraced the pleasure that this magnificent male wrought upon me. It was too much for my small body to handle and with a thrust that plunged the spear deeper than before, I came.

I came loudly, a scream that might have been mistaken for one of pain ripped out of me and into the air as my back arched and I threw my head back. As the last of the air left my lungs I collapsed back on to the warm and comforting chest of the creature, basking in the afterglow of my earth shattering orgasm. The claws that supported my rump lowered my rear to the bottom of the creature’s torso, my marehood still clinging to the member for dear life. I smiled, not just because I just had the most amazing sex of my life, but I felt happy with the one I did it with. Turning my attention to the creature, I smiled warmly towards him, but the caring demeanor that he had shown me was gone as he panted heavily, a starved look in his eyes. My smile began to waiver and I spoke up. “H-hey, big guy, is everything alright?” Reaching a hoof out, I froze as I felt the digits resting on my hips begin to tighten and squeeze, digging into the thin layer of fat on my rear. I gulped.

I was jerked forward and rolled over. Two arms planted themselves next to my head, effectively trapping me. Following the well muscled limbs to their owner I looked to my captor, his lips were peeled back, exposing a set of pointed white teeth, as he breathed through them. His head darted forward and his face buried itself in the crook of my neck as he took a long breath in through his nose. His body curled and I felt his legs and spear press against my flanks and stomach. His face pressed to my neck, I felt his hips begin to grind as his length rubbed the bottom of my barrel vigorously.

“Haaa, h-hey… wait… calm down!” I said as I pushed against him with all my might, but his form unwilling to cede its position maintained its place over me. His limbs abandoned their place next to me and seized my hooves, firmly planting them above my head. “Let me go!” I insisted as I continued to struggle under his weight and force. “Hey! Calm down, I said… Don’t do that~!” I said, my demand sounding more like a cry of pleasure as his tongue drug slowly up my neck, ending at my cheek. Shifting his arms, he kept my hooves above my head with one claw as his other moved to the fluff of my chest. Curling his digits, I could feel the tips of them dig into my fur as he moved them down my barrel, like a bear clawing its prey. Soon his appendages moved to my right leg and pulled it aside and he lowered his body, preventing me from closing my legs. The broad tip of his shaft drew up and down against my lips informing me of its presence. The creature drew back from my neck and held his length in his claw, lining it length up against my entrance. Despite my worry and concern, a part of me welcomed the animalistic actions as my entrance dripped in anticipation. My breath hitched as the helmet of his shaft reentered, quickly followed by half of his length. “Aahhh!” I cried out, the feeling delivering a payload of pleasure that wracked my body, and my legs squeezed against his body as I orgasmed.

However, I didn’t have time to revel in the feeling as the creature immediately began to pump into my drenched snatch. While he thrusted, his cock never reached the end of my tunnel, and the pain I feared would come from the animalistic bucking was nowhere to be found. While one claw kept my limp hooves above my head, his other wrapped around the base of my hind leg, helping him to maintain his constant siege on my marehood. Every thrust pushed through my clenching and convulsing pussy, stretching me to capacity, every vein and ridge was noticed as my walls formed around his cock. My unheld leg bounced up and down in time with the thrusts from the male dominating my body. My head lay motionless, save for the shifting caused by the creature’s unwavering movements, my jaw hung open, letting out guttural sounds of pleasure as the abuse of my marehood forced my voice to its limits. My mind was incapable of focusing on anything aside from the length that pulled and pushed against the walls of my pussy, the feeling of the battering ram close to causing a little death.

The quick pumps began to slow, not that it didn’t bring me any closer to another climax. In the brief moments in between the thrusts, I could feel that the pressure that held my hooves above my head had disappeared and that my leg that had been bouncing in time with the creature’s movements was now being gripped. While my vision did not tell me anything from its blurred view, the heightened sensitivity of my body cued me in as I felt the grip on my leg that the creature held shift to the joint of my leg. Both legs were brought in front of me and were pressed together, his pace remaining slower than before but just as unrelenting. In the reprieve that the slower pace gave me, I shakily lifted my head to try and look at the male that was shaking me to my core. I could see my legs pressed together and leaning on the creature’s torso, blocking most of the creature’s body save for his chest and head. Looking at his face, his jaw was clenched shut and he was breathing heavily through his bared teeth. His eyes were screwed shut in concentration as he focused on the deep but calculated thrusts. His grunts were also becoming far more frequent and more animalistic. Letting out a snort, I spoke up.

“Y… You’re… close… aren't cha?” I managed to get out between debilitatingly pleasurable thrusts. The creature opened his eyes to look down to the mare he was breeding oh so successfully, his eyes meeting mine. I cracked a crooked grin, my tongue just barely managed to stay in my mouth, as I made my best seductive eyes. Reaching down to my flank I pulled at the cheek, parting my stretched lips just a little further. “Come on, finish in me big guy~”

That was the one of the last coherent statements I made as the predatory eyes of the male lit up with a passion and his thrusts picked up in speed, going faster than before. My eyes lost focus one again and my tongue fell out of my mouth as I threw my head back. I could feel my legs being pressed toward my barrel, soon resting against my chest as I felt the air from the heavy breaths and grunts from the creature on my exposed neck. My voice caught in my throat and my vision became bright as I felt his enormous cock reach further into my snatch in our new position. My body felt like a leaf in a tornado as it tried to find anything that could offer stability. My hooves found themselves around the neck of the creature as his movements rocked me. In the time since my legs were pushed to my barrel my voice returned, although dry and raspy from the song of pleasure that I had been singing along to since the beginning of our bucking. “Oh gosh… You’re- hnngg ahh~... bucking amaz-innNGGG!” Summoning the remaining energy in my body, I forced myself to look to the creature, feeling my body beginning to twitch from my rapidly approaching orgasm. “Pleazz~… Don’... shtap~!”

I could hardly focus, the eyes of the creature the only thing I could see. I wanted to scream out and force him to understand how amazing it felt, but my lust blinded mind could hardly find the time to form recognizable words. I began to try and speak but a gasp cut me off as I felt the arms of the male rutting me wrap around me. “C-cu… Cum… Fil mai… putz a foal… Buck- AHHH~!” His head darted to my neck and bit down. I could feel the sharp and pointed edges of his pearly whites dig into my fur, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to throw me over the edge as I came one last time. My marehood clamped around the cock pounding away at my pussy, failing to keep it in place as it drew out once more before going deeper than ever before, nearly hitting the limit of my cavern. The convulsions around his magnificent cock must have been too much as he held his cock at the doorstep of my womb and came.

The first spurt of cum filled the space between my womb and his cock and each following volley seeped around the muscle that flared. His semen felt like lava as it spread through my pussy, and I cried out in pleasure as my marehood was filled to overflowing. Rope after rope of hot cum spilled from his cock head and I was left to feel the burning fullness that it left in its wake. The last of his cum weakly shot out as his orgasm subsided and he relaxed his bite, releasing my neck from his teeth. I couldn’t see anything with my amber eyes rolled back in my skull as my orgasm continued to tear through my body. I tightened my grip around the creature as I shook like a leaf. As I shook, I could feel digits run through my mane and settle on the back of my head, gently pulling me into an embrace as his claw lightly scratched my head. His head came down to rest against mine, nuzzling me as he hummed, the vibrations calming my weak body. Eventually the pleasure that gripped my body eased and my muscles began to relax. My eyes that had rolled back had returned to a normal position but the toll that our breeding had on my body became clear as my eyelids sagged, my mind gradually losing consciousness. Celestia… that was amazing… what was I doing here again? Oh right, I was writing my report…

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My heart raced as I held the small horse in my arms. That bite may have been too much for her. I pulled back from the white, winged horse I just dogged into next year and looked to her neck. An outline of where I bit down could be seen, but thankfully no blood was drawn. I let out a sigh of relief that I hadn’t done too much damage and looked at the horse I was still in. Her hooves had since fallen off my shoulders and were resting against her chest, cutely folded. Looking to her face, I saw her eyes closed as her head lay to my right as she slept, her chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Her bright red hair was splayed over the ground like an explosion with strands of hair going every which way. I ran a hand through the silky smooth hair and gave the top of her head a scratch, resulting in a small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. I couldn’t help but smile at the cute thing, which is kind of weird since just a few moments ago her eyes were rolled back like an ahegao face. Shaking the weird memory from my time on earth, I focused on my cock trapped in the snatch of this tiny horse. Pulling myself back into an upward position, I placed my hands on her hips and began to pull my length out. Looking down I could see a few strands of my jizz that managed to escape and were lewdly dripping from the soft lips of the horse. As more of my length withdrew from the love tunnel, more of my semen trapped between my member and the inner walls began to drip out. Reaching the head, I jerked my hips back to pull the helmet of my cock out and immediately after copious amounts of my cum began to leak out of the stretched hole. Fuck me, I was that backed up? The rump of the lil red head was quickly becoming dirtied again as my essence began to pool around the base of her tail. Carefully lifting her up on slightly shaky legs, I carried her to the lake once more, going into the water as deep as my ankles. Sitting down, I positioned her rump over the water so any excess wouldn’t dirty her fur any more and I set to work on cleaning her up.

As I worked on removing dirt, grime and other bodily excrements, my mind began to wander to the locals. My arrival, nearly half a year ago, on this alien planet full of colorful creatures had forced me to survive on my own. While I have considered making myself known to the population of tiny horses, my first experience with a couple armed and armoured ones often convinced me that a solitary lifestyle may allow me to live a less turbulent lifestyle, if one considers chasing a deer down for food to be less turbulent that is. Maybe lil red here can put in a good word for me and get them to not hunt me down and stick me with a steel tipped spear, after all I saved her life… After I scared her into running into quicksand… And fucked her unconscious… Maybe I shouldn’t let her go back. Looking down to lil red, her face was content with the faint outline of a smile present on her lips. I gave a sigh and scrapped the idea, I can’t just keep her here. As I finished cleaning the tiny horse, I rose once more and carried her to my bed of furs, twigs and foliage and laid her down, placing a leaf around her entrance in case any extra baby batter happened to leak out. Returning to the water, I cleaned my body of sweat, grime and the other byproducts of sex.

If I did let her go, and she does tell her horse friends about me, what will happen? Will I be hunted and stuck, captured and tested, or maybe just avoided as the meat eating, sex monster of the forest. Turning around to gaze at the red headed pony resting on my bed, another alternative popped into my head.

“Or maybe I could live among them and leave behind the struggle to survive each day.” I smiled. That was a nice thought.

Author's Note

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