It had been something terrible. First the crack of the thunder and a bolt of lightning nearly striking her. Then she crashed through the trees into the Everfree without a waystone to guide her home… or anyone knowing where she really was. Dash had been lost to the chaotic forest, and with the howl of timber wolves nearby she was probably about to die…

Yet, she wasn’t alone or destined to die out here… after the crash a tall stallion would find her. Cloaked in the darkness of the forest, and the waning consciousness from the concussion she’d suffered upon impacting a tree, she barely registered her savior. Instead passing out in his arms as he lifted her up.

The stallion would carry her back to his hideout, beginning to tend to her injuries with a variety of natural poultices and some natural ‘toxins’. He’d also bandage up her wings, ensuring she wouldn’t further hurt herself. But, with no sign of her beginning to awaken, he’d settle in for the night. Just as his pack of timber wolves would return.

They’d all make themselves at home as he’d comfortably lay down in a specially grown tree. Drawing up a blanket of moss to lay over the colorful mare he’d rescued and laying her down on his chest. She’d curl up under the blanket and nestle her snout right into his shoulder. Clearly resting peacefully despite her injuries.

Then she regained consciousness. The first thing that hit her besides the thin memories of who she was as the trauma caught up with her was an earthy smell and a warmth under her. She’d find a large stallion was currently snuggled up to her… and a pack of piney timber wolves were gathered around, likewise fast asleep. She was wrapped up in a mossy blanket, and was using the stallion's brown chest as a bed. He nuzzles into the sweaty bit of his neck at his collar bone… giving her a pure dosage of his bodily musk which wasn’t unpleasant… In fact it smelled natural, and almost welcoming. If… they both weren’t completely naked!

Her body tensed up very slightly, and she took in a few panicked breaths. Especially as it dawned on her that there were timber wolves all around. Almost a large pack of them all asleep. She froze as she opened her eyes, looking down at the stallion in shock... especially at how well rested she felt. She was more focused on the wolves to recognize she was naked for an minute before softly squeaking as she realized it, hoping she didn't do something stupid in her weakened state... or worse, he didn't do something to her.

She'd quickly realize... he'd done quite a lot to her. He'd bandaged up her wings... and there was a paste on some of her worst bruises. But, in her looking around, she'd feel something stir on either side under the blankets.

And then two pups would poke their heads out. This wasn’t some sort of dangerous situation it seemed… even less so as he’d stir under her. A bright green eye opening before his hand would come up to gently brush through her mane. Almost like comforting a hurt animal he put a soft kiss right upon her forehead, then he’d nuzzle into her mane. Strong arms gripping her gently to his chest.

A feeling of safety would wash over her after a few moments. Something was… different about this stallion. He was genuinely trying to help her, and it seemed he lacked any ulterior motive. So, without thinking about it her snout went to the most comfortable location, right against his shoulder. She’d let out a sigh as his rough and calloused fingers ran through her mane. If only she knew somepony like this back in Ponyville… it’d be just that much nicer to live there.

As she fully awoke, and the sun filtered in she’d see the stallion under her had a very earthy color to him. A mixture of browns in an almost appealing way. The next thing she’d notice was… he wasn’t chiseled. In fact, he seemed strong if his arms were anything to go by, but… he had a pudgy belly and chest. It was almost special to see a stallion like this. He was completely natural, no work towards some goal that’d be ever changing… he was just out here. Living the life nature itself intended for him… living in a tree, looking messy without looking dirty.

She unconsciously ran a hand over his chest to truly feel it… at first it was soft, then she could feel the layers of muscles underneath. He could probably wrestle a bear to the ground and come out as the top beast! A slight blush came over her cheeks, only for her to squeak loudly as he brushed her cheek.

The stallion would let out the softest nicker, and his one hand would stroke down her back. She’d feel his touch lighten as he hit spots where she’d been injured from her crash. But… he didn’t stop, one could mistake the touching and caressing for feeling her up. And it didn’t help that when he reached her thigh the little bump he gave made her knee come to rest upon his sheath. A monstrous one that’d put even larger toys to shame. And he wasn’t even peeking out… meaning he’d probably ruin anything that beast was put into! His other hand meanwhile would gingerly press her into the nook between his neck and his shoulder. It’d cause her to tense up even further! Almost curling up in his hold.

“W-what… the…” She mumbled, burying her snout right into the center of his chest as he made sure her wings were okay. “What d-do you think you’re doing…” She didn’t sound indignant or angry. Instead she was almost embarrassed. She was here… showing weakness, even if she didn’t know the stallion, it was something else entirely. Like out in the forest she didn’t have to worry about her image.

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He would sit her up slowly, so he could take a look at her body. His rough hands moving over her form. He was gentle with every touch, every little motion meant to make her feel better. But, when he got to the bruising around her breasts, she pulled back, all but sitting fully on his lap in the process! “H-hey! Careful around there…” She covered herself up and grumbled.

He stopped for a moment, then guided her head back. She was greeted by… a warm smile. Both his arms moving to wrap up under her flank, letting her sit up properly right on the center of his chest. He’d then reach a hand up and brush her cheek, tapping her throat with a finger before motioning to his… and from her angle she could see the old scars. They looked clean, almost surgical. At least it would’ve looked like that when fresh. She slowly reached a hand out, caressing his throat. “What… happened to you?” She asked softly.

He simply shrugged in response, bringing both hands up to her cheeks and cupping them. His gaze saying everything… it was like she was some sort of goddess to him in the moment~ With how close he was and how much he was touching her… it was obvious he’d never met another pony before. And her colorful coat and mane had him in awe.

He’d then slowly sit up, and she’d be made to feel small… he had to be as large as an alicorn! He leaned down and nuzzled her nose, before putting a firm kiss right on her lips. Leaving behind a sweet nectar, it’d already sink into her and help her relax further.

She’d feel the throb of his sheath, but it didn’t stir, almost as if he knew she wasn’t prepared for such a thing. Even if he lacked personal boundaries he seemed to understand her wants at the moment. He’d then bring her hand up with a vine and put it right in the center of his chest. The thought of how he’d keep her safe here flooded forth. She was a guest in his home… and it appeared the entire Everfree was his home!

She’d squirm against him as she was kissed, until she’d find her arms sinking around his neck. Opening up a bit more to the sweet kiss, her tongue brushing against his in a spark of passion.

Then a hand would move down to squeeze her ass, no hint of shame in what he was doing. Then he’d truly stir. A fat mare breaker of a flare would be the first thing to press up against her. It was large enough it would utterly ruin her chances of any other pony being remotely pleasurable if it so much as split her lips… but every instinct she had was screaming at her that he wouldn’t be grinding it playfully on the outside.

But, in the moment, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation. She needed it to be a part of her. Needed him to be with her. It wouldn’t be her first time… no, on a bit of a drunken stint, she’d lost it at a changeling brothel a year ago. But, this was making her feel like a virgin all over again… was she prepared for it? Could she handle him? And then… one creeping thought she’d never had before… would he be disappointed if he couldn’t fit?

He broke the kiss and pulled his head slowly back. He cast a gaze down at her, it was hard to read… but what he did next made it easy to understand. He lightly shifted her from his lap and stood up, hoisting everything up above her. Then he pointed to her and with a curious tilt of his head to the pups. Of course after one hand firmly grabbed his slowly growing shaft. He wasn’t after a simple sexual encounter… he wanted to breed her~ And here he wanted to know if she wanted to be his mate! And she was given a proper glimpse of it all. His shaft was massive… but his balls looked like something she could adequately use as a pillow!

This wasn't going to be anything like the changeling brothel... in fact, his scent alone was beyond even that brothel! If he wasn't packing a literal siege weapon below. And it looked like it was so large it was having trouble coming out at a nice and normal pace... like she'd need to help get it out whenever she needed it.

His gaze moved down to her after the simple pointing, and he jiggled his sheath a bit. Almost as if trying to beckon her over to begin work... to lose herself to the moment and let him handle the aftermath~ It was almost as if he was saying, 'Go ahead. It's all yours.' Even licking his lips as he gazed down at her... an almost animalistic hunger deep in his eyes.

“Oh fuck me… you are going to destroy me.” She could barely get out as her eyes went wide, finally seeing everything before her. It all made her feel so small… but that gaze, it was beyond anything that any pony she knew had looked at her before. Her eyes turned to hearts as she took the chance, leaning in and burying her face right in his sheath. Her hands came to cup his balls, massaging them and discovering something that made her absolutely soaked. His sack didn’t just have a pair in it… but four. “Y-you…” She was left drooling at the thought of how much that meant he’d be packing into her.

Now she needed to make up her mind… destroy her sex life and narrow it down to one single stallion… or blue ball this stud and hope that turned out well…

Author's Note

Now to decide... how should this turn out? Should she blue ball him, or willingly throw herself upon him~?