For Want of A Nail-ing...
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For Want of A Nail-ing...
“Seriously, Tree. We’re going to be in so. Much. Trouble.”
I don’t know why I’m still telling this to Tree at this point. Maybe questioning’s just in my blood, as prominently as it’s stamped on my flank. Wouldn’t be the first inquiry I’ve had, being in this magical wonderland full of ponies, and cloud cities, and oh fuck I just remembered Hydras exist in this world.
Yeah, I kinda get a bit rambly.
So of course my first pick of a friend is one who seemed like they have the lay of the land. But more and more, I think I shoulda stuck with that timid, buttery pegasus a town over. ‘Cause the pony I did pick—this bandanna-wielding, hourglass-curved, green-coated drifter called Tree Hugger—is far more…
…more adventurous than I’d like to be, let's justsay.
‘Specially when one of her adventures involves lifting some ‘special stuff’ from the large and imposing factory in Filydelphia. That we had to walk to. And from the glowing, frost-covered champers we’re passing now, I don’t think it’s Mary-Jane related.
“Don’t be such a downer, Anon,” says the eternally grinning Tree. “I said we’d get in here without trouble, right? And that we’d find something that’d knock Equestria’s manes back, right?”
On the first front, at least, Tree Hugger’s word is as good as gold. I can count the number of towns in this… Equestria that I know on one hand, but I know that if all that’s greeting my ears are the hissing of pipes and the clicks of tile under my hooves, I’m not in danger. Even now, the air is only disturbed by my heavy breaths, my vision only obscured by the curtains of my dark-green mane fluttering over them.
I will my heart to a steadier beat, and continue on, alongside this trespass-happy mare that I can’t take my eyes off of. I want to hold her as we trek through these haunting halls, and the thing is, I know that Tree would be kind enough to let me. Even among ponies, the cheery bounce in Tree’s step, and the shimmer of her unbelievably thin clothing Tree has, betray a mind so bent on free love that it boggles even my mind.
But Tree Hugger is also a mare with a mission, one with a fire that blazes bright behind her gigantic bubblegum-pink shades. And her eyes are on those canisters around us, looking for the right one to carry out of this place. If she needs my help, that’s what my hands need to be free for. Not clinging to her admittedly soft and supple sides at every rumble echoing from the yawning shadows around us.
“I didn’t even think Equestria had a place where the sun didn’t shine…” you mutter, to take your mind off those damned pools of black yawning around you.
Tree only chuckles in response. “Barely are. But sometimes, maaaan… some ponies get it in their mind that progress and harmony needs a lil’ juicing-up.” Her fingers play a little tune on the railing, one your eyes are immediately drawn to. “Can’t have a Daring Do everywhere, y’know?”
I gulp thickly, remembering the reams of books about that tomb-raiding pegasus. “Y-yeah. I… guess you were inspired by her?”
“Nah.” Tree turns to you, batting her eyelashes. It’s probably been a while since she’s been the experienced one in a couple. I don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or sorry about that. “But it is what made me see somethin’ in you. Your outta-nowhere presence, your love of mystery… your need to do something big with your life…”
I can hear those last words in stereo, ones that were a bit more of a pathetic whimper when I had voiced them long ago. More than just finding myself in this land of the hooved and harmonic, my need to belong was something that overpowered all my fears. I’d spent so long wandering darkened overpasses and fighting to survive it ground at my heart like a violin string when I first got into this factory.
But I owe so much to Tree for not letting such danger deteriorate me further in Equestria. And she asks so little in return. Heck, half the time I feel I have to force myself to tend to my own laundry or pick my own berries. But the way that Tree’s doting, determined eyes keep watch on me like a mother… It always impressed and intoxicated me.
If only I had the confidence that she felt the same.
If only—
“—whoa there, dude! Nearly cracked this case in a whole different way, Anon.”
I fly back from that giant test tube next to you like it’s on fire. But again, nothing greets me when my strangled gasp ricochets through the halls of this factory: not the pacing hoof-falls of security, not the rumbling roar of alarms. It disturbs me more than the dark; I went over and around so many fences, past so many doors that Tree unlocked with a twist of her paperclip-bound braids. Yet, inside the belly of this iron-wrought beast… nothing?
I say as much to Tree.
“Yeah, I… don’t know about this either.” Tree says. “Bon Bon said not even S.M.I.L.E. dared tread here, back when they were active.” Then she grabs my shoulder. “I’ll explain later. Just look for that serial number. It’s the ‘D-VIRUS’. Second we get a sample of that, we’re outta here.”
I follow Tree down another hallway, the cracked walls of my conscience caulking over with each step. Tree was right when she first laid eyes on this Filydelphia factory. Just because some ponies could move the sun and moon didn’t mean playing God with ponykind was fine and dandy.
Even if unsung, my presence was making a difference.
Eventually, the moving through the labyrinthine corridors broke into a pair of double doors almost cocooned with warning tape; beyond that lay a gigantic room. This time, the walls weren’t just dotted with giant blue-glowing cylinders; it was chock-full of them. Several signs hung from some of the canisters, all with the same three-hoof stamp that reminded me of the toxic warning symbols of your first home. The age that had only revealed itself in the grit and grime dotting the rails and your gloves reign supreme here; I can smell the coppery dross now.
Even the ceiling feels like it’s an endlessly dark maw. Like it’s ready to snap us up as it did… whatever was in all these test tubes. Probably whoever was watching over these tubes, too.
But my eyes stay locked on Tree, a green-and-blue blur as she checks the labels on these canisters. I follow suit soon after, my focus soon drawn to how big these test tubes are. Some of them could even fit me comfortably, and my heart leaps into my throat at the implications.
“Do you-you think these guys…” I fight to get out the words; they're like anvils being pushed through a potato chip can. “Tree, do you think whoever was here was testing on…”
“Not a chance these were for ponies.” Tree’s voice is crisp and direct. “Not with Princess Sunbutt at the helm. But…”
Tree points at one of the canisters.
“Other species, though…”
I know I’ll regret looking, hearing the somber lift in Tree’s voice. I know, and yet my gaze pans over a tower of punctured glass and the chitinous shell curled up in it like a foal. It’s a changeling, and it’s so young I can see the shards of egg among the glass, and suddenly that’s all I can see as my lunch joins that dusted-over nest of hell.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, but the comfort is lacking this time, as my stomach twists and I continue to vomit. It feels like hours before the cramps fade away, but I know it's far shorter as Tree brings up a rag for me to wipe my mouth with.
“What we’re looking for is close.” Tree turns away from the scene so fast I’m shocked you don’t hear a crick of bone in the air. “Let’s go, Anon.”
I’m on spaghetti legs following Tree this time, but my spirits are a bit higher than when I found… that scene. Sometimes I hate just how tunnel-visioned Tree can be when she finds something she wants to uncover. Sometimes I love it.
For whoever ran this place’s sake, they’re lucky time handled them before we could.
No, all we’re left to handle lies in a final chamber, all the way at the back of the room. The tint here is pure red, the obscuring planes of glass no less intimidating as Tree and I stand before it. This time, the warning is stamped right onto its surface, and it takes only one rotation of Tree’s palm for it to be fully revealed to us, the blocky letters looming large in my mind.
D-VIRUS 0.257
DO NOT TOUCH OR INGEST
APHRODISIACAL/HALLUCINOGENIC PROPERTIES
“Alright…” Tree says, and I see the first hints of trepidation twist her snout as she reaches into her sack. “Let’s make this quick, yeah?”
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. Your throat still throbs with the retching you’ve been doing. I saw Tree put out a small test tube, one with a set of curved razors around its mouth. They seemed to sink into the cap as she pressed the test tube into the chamber. And then I hear the faint whirr of it digging into the grimy glass of this chamber.
I really gotta know more about these friends from S.M.I.L.E. that Tree is with.
Then I hear the first growl, something far more primal than the grinding of blades against glass.
The direction and loudness only gives me two choices; to leap back and save myself or lunge forward and save Tree.
It’s almost comical how fast I push Tree away from the incoming threat.
It looks like a pony that’s soon pushing me against the glass, its snarl tinny and filled with sparks. But immediately, the goodness of its skin shows that it is far from a normal pony. And the way its teeth look carved in - more like the result of the same damage wracking this facility than evolution - tells me it is probably a pony robot.
That does not make the bone-bending pressure it is placing on my collarbone any less excruciating, though. And with your arms still throbbing numbly from being bounced off the chamber, I have no strength to stop it from crushing you. Panic speeds through my body, and I start wondering if this is where it ends.
Then several ear-splitting cracks ring out, and this callous cyborg slumps onto its side, several arrows piercing its oil-leaking skull.
I turn to thank Tree—and find her trying to shove the crossbow she’s holding into another cyborg pony’s head. Several little shafts are already sticking out of the metal monster’s neck and chest plates, but it is still leaving angry marks on Tree’s fur from its scraping hooves.
I lift a hoof and heave it into the robot’s chest. It works on putting this robo-pony onto its back, its limbs comically windmilling as it fails to regain its footing.
So much so that it smashes the test-tube Tree left in the chamber. The cracking of glass and hissing of gas soon signaled the end of our second biggest issue this hour.
My hands slapped over my lips the second I saw Tree do so, but she was far closer to the bowling blue mist than me. Her eyes bugged out and the rest of her body slacked, sliding down like she’d been shot. Probably was, considering what that blue-tinged gas was doing to her; who knew what it was!?
My task here was clear. Tree had already saved my bacon more than once since I dropped into Equestria; paying it forward was just proper.
I balled a fist in the hem of Tree’s shirt, heaving her over my shoulder soon after. I stagger a bit, especially since I still have one hand over my mouth but thankfully she’s far lighter than… her chest would imply. Then I’m staggering out of that room, praying I still remember the floor plans for this place.
And that we don’t run into any more unwelcome guests in this decrepit facility.
Ourselves notwithstanding, of course.
_______
It’s like a waterfall over my temple. By the time I find a secure enough room, I’m sweating so much. Thankfully, the breaths of the mare I’ve got over my shoulder aren’t that labored. I lay her across one of the surprisingly soft sofas at the other end of this room, expecting the worst.
Thankfully, as the minutes creep by, and my limbs grew number, Tree does not look affected by the sapphire smoke. Her chest rises and falls, and my eyes linger a bit longer on it than I’m usually inclined to, but her fur remains heartily green.
Eventually, Tree’s eyes crack open, and no discoloration is present there either. Though I do notice slightly fuller pupils, and I’m not sure if that’s from the gas—or her surprise.
“Oh!” Tree’s face softened, and her eyes locked on mine as she blinked. “Well.. guess I wasn’t too much help, was I?”
I don’t know whether to face-palm or faint. “You did perfect, Tree. Don’t know if I woulda survived without ya.”
Tree’s smile grew upon hearing that. “Good. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“...really?”
Another slow blink from Tree. Was that one… deliberate? “Really,” she replied. “Poor Anon, how long did it take you to find a safe room carrying me the whole way?” And she pulled herself off of my lap to recline fully on the couch, strengthening her limbs like a particularly ornery housecat.
Not that this is completely out of character for Tree, though! I think I’ve lost count of just how many times the world’s stopped for me upon seeing this voluptuous mare stretch. Especially when most of her work involves climbing and squeezing through tight passages.
…to place nests and feed the wildlife! Jeez Anon, stop being such a perv maybe?
Course, my body’s got a different outlook on what I’m seeing before me right now. Tree’s shirt is already writing p, letting me see the sculpted curves forming her hourglassed abdomen. Her raw-copper braids are spilling over the cushions, giving her an almost heavenly look. And the way her lovingly thick legs cross over each other like they’re nestling a passenger of their own…
I look down and—yep time to switch gears before Tree’s gaze focuses on me again. “U-um, I still have those healing sprigs from before…” And I thrust out the small green plant to Tree, my heart like a jackhammer in my chest.
Dunno why, It’s not like most of the blood in my body’s rushing to that organ anyway.
“MMmm, sweet.” Tree pants, and this time I don’t miss the husky undertone to her voice. Crazy as this scenario is, I have no doubt now; Tree knows exactly what she’s doing. “Keep it, though. Don’t know what else might be waiting outside that door.”
I nod, grateful for the change of topic. And achingly aware of a different cramp bugging me right now. “Alright then, Tree. If you’re okay. Just… lemme use the little filly’s room for a minute.”
“Take your time.” Now Tree’s eyelashes are at a flutter. “We’ve got so much of it to kill now.”
More concerned about the killing this factory seemingly wants to do to us, but I don’t protest out loud. I simply take to the room next to me with shaky limbs, and try to keep my breathing level, and definitely try not to notice how intensely Tree’s staring at me.
Goodness, just what happened to us both after that dust-up?
And was that purple tinge always present in Tree’s lipstick?
And why am I so concerned about my marefriend’s lipstick?
____________
I shuffle my way back into the main room and the madness thick in this facility’s air only seems to magnify with what I see.
Tree, far from taking a breather as I suggested., is upright and rubbing her hooves over the door to the hallway. Her movements are super sluggish now, and I can hear her husky exhales as she moves. Clearly, something’s wrong here, something she’s not letting on.
“Uh, Tree?” you ask, getting her attention immediately.“You’re leaving now?”
Tree holds out a hand to keep me from coming closer. Her chest is like a pair of maracas right now. “Oh…” she whispers. “S-sorry about that, dude. Just didn’t want you worrying about… about me. ‘Sides, I s-said I’d be the scout when we first came in here. You stay this time, I’ll be right back.”
“Trust me, Tree, I think the situations changed—there’s robot murder ponies now and-”
“Anon, come onnnn~!” Now I can see Tree’s throat bulging, her tone slipping to a form of agitation that’s rarely present in this mare. I’m getting more and more scared of pushing this issue by the moment, but I have to keep her from doing this. “I can handle myself, you know that!”
“I’m not doubting that.” My voice is a painfully weak squeak, but I press on. “Just… I mean, you’re half-leaning on the door as is. At least take the medicine before you do this.”
Tree’s body stills and I cautiously turn away. She’s hovering on a decision, and I don’t want to jinx this. Maybe without my eyes boring holes through her, she’ll listen to reason.
Then I hear a hacking cough, and when it doesn’t abate, I whip around to render aid.
Only to see Tree’s jade-green hands on me the second I face her. One shockingly strong push later, and I’m tumbling back onto the couch, limbs windmilling and jaw open. What’s gotten into Tree lately?!
In a few seconds, I have my answer—as heart-stoppingly shocking as it is.
Tree Hugger, who’s not supposed to have that amorous look in her eye, is crawling toward me. Her hips are swaying sensually as she sizes me up, and I only notice now just how… bigger her rump has gotten. I mean, it was a fair bit generous before, don’t get me wrong. But now there’s a whole bakery jiggling under her dangerously low shorts. Even her breasts are a bit fuller, jiggling even more with each shuffle of her impossibly long legs.
By the time Tree’s hands creep onto my thighs, I’m huffing breaths rapidly, my mouth making the motions but refusing to form words at this sight. My vision is swimming, but I can see the intensity burning behind Tree’s stare—and in the equally gleaming whites of her smile.
“Maybe you’re right, duuuude…” Tree slurs, her tongue flitting out to wet her lips. “I don’t know what came over me. Maybe we should both hunker down… make the best of our time here…”
And then I see it—the violet haze that the test tube was full of, slipping from Tree’s mouth like a cloud.
I would’ve slapped myself if my arms hadn’t gone slack.
Tree Hugger got infected with the D-Virus.
“T-tree, I plead, my voice finding me at long last. “Stop this right now, you’re clearly—”
Tree’s hands suddenly shoot into my mane, bringing herself face-to-face with me. Her stare steals the words from my lips, the heat from her breaths making the fur at the back of my neck stand up. I don’t know how, but even the thoughts of trying to save Tree from her sickness fade away.
The virus isn’t inhibiting Tree’s strength, that’s for sure.
Especially when she pushes me right into her chest, the hint of a cackle whistling into my ears as Tree wobbles her tits into my face.
I’m like a puppet to her will at that point, the marshmallowy feel of Tree’s rack making my brain short-circuit. We stay like this for a good minute, my murmurs to get Tree to stop being smothered entirely by her rack. I… really expected infection by that virus to have a far different effect on her; she certainly talked about it like it was this big, Equestria-threatening thing before. But right now, all it’s doing is making my thoughts drift to just how soft the rest of her feels…
Then I hear a foreboding click, and my lust-numbed arms snap to attention—or they would, if not for what Tree’s done. Don’t know how, don’t know why, but Tree found a way to slip the handcuffs we had from my belt and snapped them around my wrists. A strangled cry rumbles from my throat and I try to escape again, but it’s a more futile attempt than the last with the cold steel wrapped around my waist.
“Shhhhh….” Tree cooes, her eyes glinting licentiously over the finger she has against her lips. “Don’t want anything interrupting us, do we…?”
Not sure there’s anything more dangerous than the purple plume seeping from between Tree’s lips. I know this, my heart knows this, so why is the other 98% of my body going still at Tree’s words?!
Maybe it’s already too late for me too.
But what a way to go, as this smoking-hot mare crawls back down to snuggle her face against my crotch. My head snaps back into the couch cushions as Tree’s hand wraps around the ponderous lump in my lap. I don't know which of us sucks in a breath louder, but feeling Tree gasps against my groin is… unbelievably hot. Like, more so with the threat of those robo-mares possibly about to stamp us into glue if I moan too loud.
Starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with me, natch.
Then I feel a weight settle into the couch next to me, and my eyes almost bug out of my head.
It’s Tree again.
Correction; It’s a near-naked Tree.
Save for the strapless bra ringing around her now bowling-ball-sized tits, not a scrap of clothing is shrouding this mare’s sweat-marbled skin. She’s like a statue of fertility, looming over me and my cuff-clasped hands as I drink her in. Even the violet haze surrounding her head with each exhale only adds to the illicit illusion; a halo to match her all-powerful aura.
Again, this is a pony that usually waltzes around in a formless pink sundress; how is she taking my breath away so fast?
“Sorry ‘bout that, sexy…” Tree offered, one of her hands drifting apologetically to my bound wrists. “But I just love what I see too much to let you get away. I’ve always wanted this…” Tree’s wolfish grin returns and I can feel my spine rattle. “Like I can clearly tell you’ve wanted me.”
Even if I could think of a good lie, my tongue’s too stuck to the roof of my mouth to voice it. By Celestia, I already know I’m fucked, just tell me in what form!
“And now… with so much danger around us…” Tree giggles, her tongue flitting out again to taste the tainted air she’s letting out. “Now I’m thinking I should have a sample from you. All… to… myself.”
With a roll of her hips, Tree’s off the couch. Her nails feel like feathers as they ghost over my pants again, teasing at the zipper and flicking my button open. My legs twitched, drawing closer to her shoulders as she nestled in against me and my raging hard-on. It’s such a contrast to the raw, palpable want in Tree’s voice that she’s treating me so delicately.
Then her eyes flash, and I soon learn my clothes will not be afforded the same mercy. My pants and underwear are instantly wadded around my hooves in one brutal tug; within seconds, my shirt is in shreds courtesy of Tree’s greedy fingers. My cock springs to attention, as much out of fear as it is of arousal, and the glinting grin Tree shoots toward’s it makes me wonder if she’ll be taking it home today—without the rest of me attached to it.
But as my breathing calms down, I recognize how impossible that fear is. My fuckpole could probably win out against a chainsaw right now, it’s so thick and hard. Tree can’t even touch her fingertips around its base—though she looks more concerned with rubbing her palms against the pencil-thick veins ringing my dick. The contrast of its bubblegum-pink sheen as it sticks from by dark-green crotch makes it look and feel more virile. And look how long it is, too; I can count at least a foot of flush, mare-breaking skin leading to its blunt, pre-cum dripping end.
And Tree’s eyes look like they’re dilating with every inch she sees.
“Ohhh….” she pants, grinding her snout against my shaft’s underside. “Don’t you worry… I’m gonna take all of this root and stem, dear Anon…”
No lies detected here, Tree. God, just seeing her face-hump my stallionhood makes my hips twitch in ecstasy, my libido spiking so high it’ll probably pierce the ceiling soon. The room’s so humid now, but Tree’s sauna-like breaths on me are divine as she makes sure I stay concrete-smashingly stiff.
I feel her tongue drag up my cumpipe, and only the rudeness of it keeps me from wailing wantonly. Instead, Tree smirks lewdly at the hiss I let out, then lays a kiss atop my cockhead.
“Get ready…” she purrs.
And Tree slips her lips over my fucklog in one swift motion.
I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my skull, but the flashes of bliss my vision’s full of make this an Ironhoofian task. Tree’s tongue is fast at work bathing my stallionhood in saliva, her head bobbing up and down like it’s the sweetest popsicle she’s tasted. Every time that pink muscle of Tree’s grinds against one of the many veins on my shaft, a rush of heat steals the breath from my lips.
“S-shit…” Tree…” I gasp, unsure whether I should ask her to stop or suck harder.
Tree just snickers seductively, wagging her finger at me.
Soon, Tree’s got half of my massive member down her throat, and she’s not stopping there. It’s a hard sight to see, but under the tremble of her abdomen, Tree is snaking her free hand right between her legs. She’s stroking her pussy and sucking me off at the same time, and the squish-squish-squishing noise echoing over the room is making our ears twitch.
Just then, though, Tree takes another step in her debauched devouring of my dick. Hooking her arms around my thighs, she stands up and hauls my lower half with her, my legs dangling helplessly over her slim shoulders. If my brain wasn’t still basking in bliss, I’d be utterly mortified at what this D-Virus is doing to Tree.
As it is now, only silent, vigorous praise is being sent the Princess’s way for giving me a mare horny enough to vertically deepthroat me. Her hums are the hottest thing I’ve ever felt on my skin, and our little escapade began on a hundred-and-one-degree day. I’m starting to dread my bound hands, only able to grip my mane instead of the fan of reddish dreadlocks framing Tree’s meat-stuffed cheeks.
I could’ve cum from that sight alone.
I can feel Tree’s throat convulse around my cocktip as I climb closer to climax. White sparks are thundering across my vision—yet it still can’t compare to the glint of her pearly teeth as she pants and drools over my stallionhood. I don’t know when it occurred, but my hooves are sliding needly against her back, her muscles fluttering at the feel of my feeble attempts to hump her face.
But just as soon as that ecstatic climb starts in my loins, it ends as Tree propels her mouth off my member. My hooves clap harshly on the floor, and sanity torpedoes its way into my mind following the pain.
For a grand total of one quarter-second, as Tree crawls into my lap on all fours, her slit soon flush against my twitching cock. Her head is down, her body shaking, but she shoots up to a kneel, more of that troubling mist spilling from her shuddering lips. And this time, there’s no lie in what I see; Tree’s chest is swelling just a little bit each time she breathes out those violet clouds. I can barely see her face around her massive mounds, each of her tits straining like crazy against the strip of black fabric barely containing them.
It doesn’t hold a candle to the containment breach of this mare’s inhibitions.
“Such a pity…” Tree snickers as she finally gets her breathing under control. “I just can’t fit all of you in me, can I?” Indeed, her lipstick marks only reach to the end of my medial ring, a pinkish-orange crown atop the deepest part of my dick.
Then Tree’s smile turns rictal.
“At least, not down that fuckhole of mine.”
Still clutching onto a few dying dregs of sanity, I try one more time to slow this down. Stopping is far beyond the both of us, but if I can just keep her from pushing this to 11… “Tree, you’re not yourself, can’t y’see what you’re hacking up?”
Tree waved it off with a dainty hand, before trialing it down her sweat-dampened abdomen. My mouth suddenly feels like a Saddle Arabian desert.
“Oh, you how this facility is…” she says. “Hissing up mist everywhere, even though there are no plants left to fertilize. Right now, though… all I care about is you fertilizing me.”
“Tree—”
“—‘Sides, ” the nomadic mare adds, her head swaying impishly. “You telling me this mist was around the last dozen times I saw you staring at my ass?”
“Wait, you saw—?! I mean, I wasn’t—” I’m bowled over by this. Tree knows about… that? Like, a dozen times was clearly an exaggeration, but… she was that alert? I feel so bad right now.
“Oh don’t worry. Even then, I know how sexy I am… and I adore knowing my best friend appreciates it.” I swear that Tree’s got ESP, how does she know what to say to soothe my soul? “And sides, I’m a stifler about that like Fluts; when I say free love, I mean it.” Then she clenches a hand around her breast, a small smirk returning. “I always mean it, Anon…”
I could laugh right now. God, friendship’s fucking awesome in this place, despite all its dark corners. I don’t know if it’s that damned miasma or the drop-dead gorgeous mare hunched over my shaft, but I’m losing any reason that I had to stop Tree’s advances.
Like, why am I trying to keep Tree from fucking herself senseless on me? We’re in a locked room together, she’s drooling for my dick; am I seriously turning my back on a good thing now?
Tree isn’t waiting for me to stop scolding myself, though. “So come on, love…” she said, drifting a hand down to grasp my shaft firmly. “Let me have your cum.”
Tree’s other hand joins her cock-clenching grip, and she slides my member back—then straight up intoher drenched folds. It’s Tree’s turn to throw her head back in bliss. The pressure of feeling her iron-tight insides wrapping around my ramrod throws my nerves into overdrive instantly.
“Oh, yeeeees…..” Tree gurgles, her hands balling into fists as she bounces atop me. “That’s the stuff…”
Then Tree raises her hips carefully, my length dragging lovingly along her walls, and slams down atop me. Every inch of her skin ripples beautifully from the point of impact, and Tree howls shamelessly, despite her previous requests for me to stay silent.
A contradiction that I could no longer give five flying flyder shits about.
The jingle of Tree’s endless array of bracelets soon starts up a carnal, captivating melody. With the rapid-fire slaps of her thighs crashing against mine, it's like the drumbeat of sex is spurring on her every movement. Her hands clench and unclench, before flying into her scalp as she whinnies and wails her satisfaction into the humid air.
Me? My mind is in another timezone right now, letting out choked gasps as this wild mare rides me for everything I’m worth. Seeing her every abdominal muscle flutter and shake with each crash upon my cock, I can’t believe I ever wanted to deny myself this. I know each time Tree’s head whirls back, it’s to marvel at the sight of my shaft disappearing between her jiggling asscheeks. She even swivels herself on my erection, just so she can see her rump shudder like a bowl of jello.
But soon, Tree’s hands are on my chest again, as she braces herself fully on me. Tree’s so well-positioned that I can’t thrust into her now, but she won’t deny us that pleasure for long.
“I wanna feel that heartbeat of yours as I fuck you, friend…” Tree cooes.
I don’t breathe a word of protest, especially as Tree pistons her hips on my fucklog again. This deep inside the mare I love, I can feel every inch of Tree’s vagina milk my length mercilessly. This close to her bucking body, I can see Tree’s throat bulge around the choker sitting on her neck as she whispers every curse she knows into my mane.
It’s too much, seeing Tree’s massive tits jiggle so tauntingly above me as we move closer and closer to climax. I need to feel those soft mounds, to hear her heartbeat flow around my fingers as she feels mine. And I can’t do it with my own hands bound and bowed behind my head.
So I wiggle my arms as Tree’s moans crescendo, hoping I can get them in front of me, trying to think of a way to free them.
—only to nearly leap in terror as Tree’s fist barrels into the couch cushion next to my arms, the wooden thunk as the cushion gives way to her furious strike.
“I can’t believe—!” Tree growls savagely, her eyes like slits as she stares into mine. “That you would ever… take your eyes off me… when I’m about to cum on your thick cock!” Her voice rattles my bones, making my heart nearly skip a beat. “And for what? Your hands?!”
I’m both too breathless for words and too frightened for action. But neither issue keeps my cock from staying hard; in fact, it throbs thirstily as Tree continues to bare her teeth at me.
“You wanna grip my beautiful ass and fuck me raw, huh? You wanna feel my juicy rack, and stuff them down my throat? Is that what you want?!”
“If that’s all you care about, you muscle-bound little horndog… then…” And finally, Tree’s head dips down—so her lips are right against mine. “Then you only had to ask, Anon.”
Then her lips crash down in a brutal kiss, and suddenly I’m breathless for a different reason. I know the last bits of good sense in my brain are throwing up warning signs as I feel the tingle of that purplish mist seeping into my mouth. But my libido, my body, has given itself up to this sensuous pony a while ago.
And so I return Tree’s lip-lock, my tongue lashing hungrily with hers as we fight for dominance. It’s not a fair one though, especially when Tree grinds and slides her hips around my shaft again. She drinks in my every moan as I’m buried deeper in her weeping slit, plundering my mouth with every stroke of her tongue. Thankfully, when she breaks the kiss, Tree bares her trembling neck for me to ravish in turn, and I take that offering with gusto. Soon, Tree’s neck is littered with soft red marks from my biting, and she’s panting huskily as I plunge further into her folds.
It’s not even a shock when Tree cums, her clit bursting with hot juices as she screams my name into the cushions. Every hair on my crotch stands up at the exhilarating sensation, feeling so much sticky maresap coat my thighs I’m sure we’ll be stuck together. As her thrashing hips settle down, my hips squirm further against her, trying to reach my peak as well—so I flood her with my foals too.
But with another click, the strain around my arms is free at last and my mind is distracted once again. I only see the tiny key glinting for a moment between Tree’s kiss-swollen lips before she turns her head and spits it away. A clatter echoes against one of the crates filling this room, and that tool is lost forever.
The way Tree’s staring at me, though? I think she’s confident she’ll have another tool between her lips soon enough.
“Well?” “You’re free now. So what d’ya want to do?” Tree whispers, her tongue dancing over the pulse in my neck as I bite back a gasp. “Besides me?”
And with a shuffle of her elegant legs, Tree is off of my achingly stiff ramrod. I pull myself up and away from the couch, my legs like pool noodles. My eyes are focused on the door now, moreso with each breath I take spritzing a hint of reason back into my lust-drowned brain.
“I’m waiting…” Tree’s voice trickles to me from over my shoulder. “Luna, I’m still so wet, too…”
I really could just make a break for it. From a mare that’s knowingly infected, from the rutting that might sic the hounds haunting this facility on us. I could get her out of this nightmare, as I really, probably should.
But the silence of this moment taunts me, making me realize; there’s nothing in this place that we haven’t handled already. We have a bond now, one I didn’t know the depths of until it was smacking me in the face
Or rather, when Tree started smacking my third leg into her face.
Besides, I realize as I turn to face Tree again… I like the danger too. My fur is abuzz with anticipation, my mind plagued with thoughts of use stomping the lights out of a rogue ponybot as we buck over its body. And I can still see the faint stains of war dotting my chest, the oil smudged by Tree’s eager hands.
But more than all that I can see Tree’s eagerness for this as her form comes into focus again. She’s wholly naked now, that flimsy boob tube peeled off her chest and dangling off her finger. Her smoldering eyes strip every reserve of restring from me, the room already fading and shimmering around her perfect form.
No way in Tartarus I turn away from this. Let this red-maned siren—figurative, not literal—drag me under the waves if need be.
As long as I’m lodged in Tree, nothing’ll be wetter—or feel better.
“Go on then,” Tree says, flicking her hips lewdly, slapping a hand over one of her meaty glutes. “Gimme every drop of your cum, Anon. Make me yours already, dude…”
I drag my hands over my face, not even caring about the blue-purplish veins visible over my palms. Is it from the cuffs? I don’t think so, they’re way too high up on my hands.
But soon, that impulse fades to nothing; it’s Tree’s skin I want to feel under these palms now.
My dick stands at attention as I stalk closer to this nomadic pony. It feels like silk as I drag my meat-skewer over the cleft in Tree’s ass, every inch of her desperately clinging to me. She lets out a throaty coo as I finally align myself against her wettest fuckhole, my fingers soon lost in the valleys of assflesh that swells around them.
Just like Tree predicted, even.
When I log in, though, the scream that rips from Tree’s mouth tells the tale about how much bigger her teasing and taunting have made me.
I’m throbbing inside Tree’s pussy within seconds, trying to keep from busting a nut inside this undulating mare. Her fists clench so hard into the lip of the couch as I pull back and thrust into her that they’re soon white-knuckled, but Tree’s furiously nodding at me to continue. The pond-like ripple of her glutes around my hands only makes me drill into Tree faster, and my hips are soon a blur as she rocks relentlessly into my hips.
Over and over, we moan at the furnace being stoked between our thrashing hips. Tree’s hooves slide against the tiled floor and she tries to keep herself steady against my thrusts. But Tree’s wanton wails make it clear she doesn’t mind losing this battle, what with her walls trying to wring every drop of cum out of me. I’m still a ways off from my orgasm, though—which just means there’s all the more time to feel how lewd it is as my balls smack against Tree’s well-stuffed clit.
My hands shift to wrap around her trim abdomen and that’s when Tree finally gives in to gravity, slumping against the couch with another licentious roar. I don’t stop plowing into her marehood, especially with my fingers now feeling the bulge of my erection as it barrels in and out of her snatch. God, I can feel my breeding tool shaping her insides up, just for me!
“Harder… harder…” Tree slurs out.
Then she curls in a leg, and suddenly I find myself screwing Tree sideways, her cutie mark wholly bared to me as I drill her deep and rough. It’s a hypnotic sight, seeing Tree’s curvaceous hips swirl and roll under my ponderous pistons. I almost feel this mare’s heartbeat, a frantic flutter dancing under my palms as I run them up her supple body.
I finally grip Tree’s sizable tits, and she growls out a sinister “Fuck yeah, maul my boobs, Anon…” as my fingers tug at her erect nipples.
I’m still not sure if this isn’t some twisted dream, shockingly enough. Every time I take a breath, it scratches like crazy on my lungs—making my vision go fuzzier, like a dying television. I think I might pass out between each flick of my hips, certain that the pressure on my poor heart might just hit its limit.
Then I sink in further, and I can’t deny the soaking yet sizzling presence of the wild mare before me. Tree’s writhing, her hands scrabbling deliriously on the couch, serenading me with her endless moans. Tree’s just as lost in ecstasy as I am, and with each gush of her constantly climaxing clit, her jaw juts open to suck in more air.
If this is an out-of-body experience for me, I know Tree’s sharing in it.
And I just… want to make sure she rides it out as long as she wants.
I clamp my lips onto hers, moaning to Tree the incoming arrival of my own orgasm. Denied so long, I can feel the volcanic burn in my hips as I approach that peak. God, the neverending squish-squish-squishing of Tree’s puffy pussy around my thrusts is a sound I’ll commit to memory forever. As I finally ravage her mouth with my tongue, her legs wind tightly around me, vibrating almost as hard as my heart, turning my brain to mush.
Tree Hugger’s own name barrels down her throat, soon followed by my seed barrelling into her other wet hole. My scream tapers off immediately, but my release only intensifies, my balls seizing up as I empty myself into Tree’s cunt. I’ve been hollowing it out for so long, any yet every time I grind against her G-Spot it just grips me like a glove all over again! I can feel it squirting out around the seal that my throbbing shaft still holds over her slit.
It’s so… bestial!
And yet, so lewd!
But even my dick’s deluge has to come to an end, and I soon arch off of my squirting fuckmate, only now noticing a heady burn streaking down my back. It takes a while for me to realize; that those nails of Tree did a number on my back in the wake of our shared climax. I’m not bleeding, but I know I’ll be seeing those scars in the mirror the day after.
Plus, I barely even notice the pain, and considering how hard this nomad mare’s snatch is shooting out my creamy fuckbatter—I doubt Tree’s feeling much of anything but bliss. Her mouth still gapes, mouthing out my name silently. Never thought that seeing somepony’s lips form the words ‘Anon’ would make me grin this broadly, but there it is, my sparkling teeth reflecting off in the light of Tree’s lidded eyes.
With a sated yet gullet-burning sigh, I slump back on the floor. Finally, my stallionhood started to soften I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever feel blood rush above my navel anytime soon. At least… I can figure out what to do now that my head’s clearing up.
…except it’s not really clearing up.
And my libido’s not receding either.
And Tree Hugger… Tree’s standing up again…
Why is my heart not sinking into my hooves at this?
“Shit, Anoooon…” Now Tree’s voice is almost unintelligible. “You actually blew… my fuckin’ miiiind….” And the proof is still leaking down her shapely thighs, too. “But I don’t think… we're done yeeeeet….”
I don’t run, and I’m not sure I even could if I wanted to. Especially not while seeing this mare—this sexy, seed-dripping, sultry-eyed mare—crawling up to me like a cat in search of milk.
“I said I wanted every drop of your cum…” Tree purrs. “And I meant it.”
Don’t even have enough moisture in my mouth to gulp. As Tree darts her tongue out to tease my erection back to the stiff heights she craves, the thought of the door that I should probably be getting Tree through sinks into the lust-drunk recess of my mind…
I’m suddenly thinking the safest hands in this situation are my own.
Heck, even Tree’s skin is sporting the same blackened veins that dance over them. Like they’re the vines of two entwining plants. Like we’re meant to be this close… this carnal.
Maybe whatever it is that’s sparking this shift in our bodies… maybe it’s better if we sweat it out together. Like the friends we’ve always been.
I… guess this quarantine’ll go on longer than I thought.
