Anonymous in Nu-Questria

“Here we are...” Izzy says as she trots around a gigantic tree stump and into a clearing. There’s a thin stream gurgling over a bed of polished rocks nearby. The tiny clearing ahead has several stumps in it from modestly sized oak trees.

Izzy walks over and hops onto a stump. Her entire body is illuminated by a sunbeam. Her mane becomes almost incandescent as its blue strands shine brilliantly. Her face melts into one of absolute bliss, her eyelids close and her ears droop to the sides.

“Hoo...” She coos with delight, “That’s better.”

You stop walking to look at her. You blink due to a reflection off her solid white horn. It’s too bright.

She slowly lets her hooves slide away from her as she lays down on the stump. “This is my favorite place... in the whole forest...” She says. Her tail drifts lazily off the stump, cascading down to the forest floor.

You take a seat on a stump as well and sigh.

This little spot she picked out is certainly peaceful. Now that you aren’t fighting for your survival in it, you start to pick out the beauty of the woods around you.

You notice a perfect fairy circle of green and white capped mushrooms amidst a copse of young trees. A butterfly with purple wings and yellow tips floats effortlessly over the brook. A red squirrel silently bounds through wild flowers, causing the heads of daisies to bounce and sway.

Maybe it’s the weed, but it’s gorgeous.

“Hey, Izz- Woah!” You say as you turn to look at Izzy, but then immediately turn back.

Izzy is laying on her back, her legs outstretched as she basks in the sunlight. Her legs are open and she is pointing her butt directly at you.

You hear her shift up on the stump. “Huh, what’s up, Anon?”

You glance at her. She’s sitting up on her forehooves but her nethers are still in full display. You shield your eyes with a hand.

“Pff.. really Anon?” Izzy says, narrowing her eyes.

“Hey, it’s a human thing, alright? That’s another reason we wear clothes.” You say.

“Psch... what’s the big deal?” Izzy says, rolling her eyes. “It’s just my marehood! Look!”

She is pointing to it now. Dammit. Why are you smiling like an idiot? This shouldn’t be funny.

Yet her enthusiastic expression as she points to her vulva is incredibly amusing to you. You slowly lower your hand and take a good gander.

It’s not like you haven’t ever seen one before. It’s pretty much what you expected. It’s a slightly darker shade than the rest of her body and has the usual... features.

“Yep, so it is.” You say with a nod.

“Watch, I can make it talk!” She says.

Dear lord. She puts her hooves on her crotch and spreads herself open and closed. “Hello Anon. Its rude to stare don’t you know...?” Izzy says in a low, mocking tone and makes a silly face.

It’s too much. All you can do is burst out laughing.

You start laughing so hard you nearly double over. Izzy cracks up and laughs too. You keep going until your sides start hurting. It’s too fucking much. Jesus Christ. You have to lie down.

Still shaking with laughter, you slowly lower yourself down off the stump and lean against it.

“Oh fuck... god damn, Izzy.” You say as you finally catch your breath.

Izzy is smiling wide at you, now laying belly-down on the stump with her hooves hanging off the side.

“Well, go on, Anon, you try it.” Izzy says with self-satisfied smirk.

“Uh, no.” You say, shaking your head.

“Tch. Well, I think it’d help you relax if you let loose a little. C’mon, you’re not in the human world any more. Why do you care?” She says.

Hm. You scratch your chin. It’s not a bad point.

“It’ll feel really good~!” Izzy says in a sing-song voice. She smiles with cherub-like glee.

“Fine.” You say.

You stand up. You shake your head, feeling a bit lightheaded. You’re not sure if its the drug or how hard you laughed. You’re also not really sure why you’re about to do this.

You take the tunic off over your head. You unbutton your dress shirt and cast it aside.

Izzy giggles and covers her eyes with her hooves.

You kick off your flip-flops and take off your pants. With one final surge of confidence you pull down your boxer-briefs, and stand completely balls-out, dangle-cock naked.

“There.” You say. You put your hands on your hips.

Izzy peeks out an eye, then suddenly leans her head back as her eyes expand in awe. Then, a wavering smile spreads on her face.

“Bwahaha!” She explodes with laughter and taps the stump with her hoof.

Not the exact response you were hoping for, but hey, now she knows not to ask you again.

You throw your hands to the sides. “Well? Are you not entertained?” You say playfully.

“Oh my stars! Hahah! Human weenies are so weird! Why does it look like a mushroom?” She says, heartily laughing along the way.

You sigh. You slowly bend down to pull up your boxer briefs.

Izzy wipes a tear out of her eye and calms down. “Wait- wait!” She says. “You didn’t do the whole thing!”

You give her a criticizing stare.

“You need to let the sun hit your body! All of it!” Izzy says, then points a hoof up to the rays of sunshine slipping through the leaves.

“Really?” You say, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yes! That’s the way you’re supposed to do it!” Izzy says.

She hops off the stump and trots to a sunny spot on the grassy incline near the brook. She then flops on her back, her limbs spread out in the air.

You slowly walk over towards her, feeling a bit of trepidation. You lay down about four feet away from her in the soft, lush grass.

The sun pours down over your naked body. You let out a sigh and close your eyes. Your skin feels warm all over, but it doesn’t feel like you’re basking in comfort like Izzy. Still, you feel alright laying down like this. It’s a bit freeing, but perhaps for the wrong reasons. In all the times past when you’ve been naked around a mare, it’s been for obviously sexual intentions, or cleaning up after sex concluded. Here, in this moment, you do not sense any latent sexuality. She is laying naked because mares are always naked. You are laying naked because it is also your natural state.

It’s not a matter of what should be or shouldn’t. It just is. And for some reason, it feels okay.

You lay for a good while, letting your thoughts wander around in your stoned brain. Letting them go past like the butterflies floating across the sky.

For a moment you feel like things might be alright.

Unfortunately, the feeling fades. The high starts to dwindle, and you feel your skin start to burn.

You really don’t want to get sunburnt on your dick. You take one last slow breath and slowly raise up.

Izzy seems a little disappointed as she notices you get up, but she doesn’t protest. You walk over and put on your clothes again.

For a while you sit on the stump, letting Izzy lay contentedly on the grass. Eventually she tires of the sunbathing, and decides to get up and wander back to you.

“Well?” She says with a content sigh. Her eyes are no longer pink.

“Well,” you say, “It wasn’t bad.” You shrug with a polite smile.

“Hm.” She says. “Let’s get something to eat! I’m starving!”

You nod in agreement. “Munchies sound amazing.” You say.