Nocturne drags his tired body, having a little walk in the forest. Feather-like snow flakes sprinkles down from the pitch-black sky. Tristan, his griffon boyfriend, was assigned to a mission out of Equestria, so the lonely bat pony doesn’t want to go back to their house immediately after work. Facing the empty house could be depressing for him, especially when he has accustomed to the griffon's company. He just wants to walk around in this hardly-reached natural preservation area to relax himself a little bit, to relieve himself of the lonesome life during Tristan's absence.
Sparkling lamps illuminate the dirt path in front of him, but as a bat pony, this darkness doesn’t even bother him. He walks into the thick snow, squeaky as the snow gets squeezed by his black high boots. Gentle winds lightly lift his mane and invade his collar into his chest, making him shiver a bit. He tightens up his tie, and buttons up his uniform, to keep his body warm longer. He pants lightly, as mist flows out of his mouth, then he suddenly realizes the lights have gone out, and the footprints from previous visitors have disappeared, getting covered by the new snowflakes. He looks around, realizing that he has wandered into the part of the forest where there is no one around, only with light winds and heavy snow wrapping him inside this calm darkness.
“Ha…”
A surreal feeling flows into his mind as he pants. He is actually not some kind of introverted pony, but this phantasmagorical state of being in the centre of entire nature alone tickles his heart. He looks around again, standing upright, pretending to be sorting out his uniform - just in case anyone is still around him. After confirming that he is indeed alone, he sneaks into the wild forest next to him, wiping away the footprints behind him using his tail, until completely away from the path he was on, so that no one would ever notice his trail.
Nocturne is parched, as impatience is getting stronger and more intense. He clenches his legs, reaching out his white-gloves-covered hand and caressing his bulged crouch, covered by his same white tights. That impatient organ has already begun hardened under the briefs, but only growing upwards because of the restraints of his clothes, touching his belly and forming a ridge under his pure white uniform.
“Nobody’s gonna see it…”
The bat blushes as redness invades his gray fur. He takes off his pants, and holds that trembling, boiling hot shaft, massaging that glans with his palm and leaving musky smell on the glove, with the very least of yellow trail. He moans, and holds the stallionhood, suddenly releasing the yellow liquid without any preparation and shooting forward, but still unfortunately gets drips of them onto his tight pants and boots, slowly leaking into the boots and saturating his white socks.
“Shit…”
He can’t do anything other than keeping releasing the hot urine that flows out of his body, taking the heat away. He trembles lightly but his heart pumps hard. He takes off his gloves with his teeth to touch his shaft closely and lovingly, to make that naughty organ harder and shoots the golden liquid further forward, leaving yellow trails onto the pure white snow.
He finally empties his bladder after what seems to be forever. He lifts up his underpants, but then decides to kneel down without tying his belt, into the deep snow. He struggles to take off the boot that unfortunately gets dirtied by his urine, holds it into his hands, then licks his lips and turns his tongue towards the snow and liquid-covered boot surface uncontrollably.
“Umph…uhmmm…”
The bat pony’s eyebrows bend downwards. He moans. It doesn’t taste great when urine and dirt are mixed up. That strong smell explodes on the tip of his tongue, but it seems that his crouch is getting more excited because of this. His twitching stallionhood leaks drips of precum onto the ground, pushing the left yellow liquid from the shaft. He grabs his penis with his spare hand, rubbing it using precum as lubricant, then sends the hand in front of his mouth and lick it clean, without any worry about the sticky dirtiness. His moan gets more and more intense thanks to the boot near his mouth and the massage of his stone-hard private part, almost to the degree that’s uncontrollable. He screams out of desire. His mind is completely blank aside from sex.
“Ahh… Tristan… my dear…” He rambles, “Piss on me… step on me… fuck me…”
His hands are getting out of control. He holds the boot in front of the tip of his shaft, rubbing the glans by the soft leather. His bat wings suddenly opens wide, twitching all over the place, but he doesn't care about anything. The only thing he wants to do now is to satisfy his dirty, disgraceful desire.
“Hah…hah…”
His eyes turn slightly upwards. His body trembles, as his crouch thrusts back and forth, as if he’s fucking a nonexistent asshole, or getting fucked by an invisible penis as a pathetic whore. Precum drops down onto the snow and leaves onto his boots. His hand is getting faster and faster, until to the fastest he can do, and so does his body can withstand. He moans like a horny mare, trying his best to hold back the intense desire coming from his lower body, until he can no longer fight back, bowing to the almighty abuse of his sexual desire, releasing all of his milk-white cum into his boot, onto the snow.
He pants, as body loses strength rapidly. Both of his hands lower to the side of his body, exhausted, with his boot laying down on the side. He strokes his soft penis after the tides of orgasm strikes him, then here comes the numb and dull feeling, as if he had just fallen from the sky. He sighs, sticks his finger into the boot, smearing the cum onto the tip, then puts it into his mouth and sucks it clean. He breathes deeply, sits on the ground, then stuffs his wet-sock-covered foot back into the boot, letting it absorbs the cum. He struggles to stand straight, brushes off the snow and dirt on his uniform, ties his belt back, and then walks back towards the trail.
“Maybe I should come back next time…”
Author's Note
My first posted fiction written in English :)
A bit less than I thought, but I managed to hit the minimum word count.
Any suggestions about spellings and grammars will be appreciated! :)
