A Night in the Woods

by CamoBadger

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Sex
Length: 4652

After spending a long time apart, two lovers take go on a camping trip to reconnect and keep their flame burning.

Living so far apart, Ice Crystal and Lug Nut both tend to worry that they're been driven apart despite a year together. They try their best to stay in touch, but sometimes they need a little break together to make sure they stay close.
When the two decide a camping trip might be just what they need to rekindle the flame of their love, they take a weekend to themselves in the Whitetail woods for some relaxation and bonding.

**Yeah, apparently this is a thing for me now. I blame XTVengeance for egging me to do this one after he read my last clopfic.
As with before, Lug Nut does not belong to me, he is a creation of XTVengeance. Ice Crystal is mine however. This is based on the two characters and their budding relationship in my fic A Cold Night's Dream, and takes place a year after those events.
Cover art was drawn by the amazing Moonlight.
I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, but please be honest if you don't. I strive to improve, and any feedback helps.**

Published 2013-01-17 21:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-17 21:30:02 UTC

A Night in the Woods

A rustle of fallen leaves filled the air as a gentle breeze flitted through the clearing, whooshing through Ice Crystal’s mane as she sat under the shade of a nearby tree. Her face was stuck up in a smile as she watched her coltfriend work on the tent, trying desperately to get it up by himself. The mare giggled softly as the center fell in yet again, eliciting a frustrated groan from Lug Nut as he threw the mallet into the ground.

“Are you sure you don’t want some help, Lug?” she asked cheerily, standing up to trot to the tent.

“No, no. I’ve got this. I just need to…figure it out,” he assured the mare as he looked over the tent to find where he had failed yet again. “Ah! I got it. If I just figure out where the spikes will need to be and set them up ahead of time...”

Ice chuckled and kissed the stallion on the neck. “It’s just a tent; you don’t have to make it so complicated.”

“No, it’s devious. It waits until you’re confident that you have it balanced, and then it purposely collapses the second you look away,” the stallion declared with a grumpy and mocking tone. “I swear they must have been designed by forces of pure evil.”

Ice giggled again and hugged the stallion before sitting beside him. “Evil forces making sure you never get to sleep out of the elements. How horrifying,” she joked.

“Yes, but they never expected their creation to encounter me,” Lug continued as he mentally pictured how he should place the spikes. “And that will be its downfall.”

The mare chuckled again and walked back into the shade of the tree to watch him. The magic from her horn sparked brightly every so often, filling her mind with images of a world otherwise completely lost to her. Her glassy eyes still swiveled to look at whatever her spell revealed, but it was only an aesthetic effect, her real vision having been taken away from her before she was born. But by the grace of the some higher power, she was born as a unicorn and given a way to see in spite of her disability.

After a few more minutes of staring, Lug Nut finally jumped back to work on the tent with vigor. He hammered in the stakes first, then moved on to attaching the lines before he finally popped up the tent with the main polls. And voilà, it finally stayed up. Forces of evil 0, Lug Nut 1.

The stallion proudly looked over his work before turning to his marefriend. “Well, now that we’ve finished that up, how does a little lunch sound, Cryssy?” he asked her with a bright grin.

At the mere mention of lunch, the unicorn’s stomach grumbled loudly in agreement. She nodded and stood up. “Sandwiches?” she asked, recalling the bread and veggies they had brought.

“I had something a little more special in mind,” the stallion replied as he reached his bag and pulled out a fishing rod. “Have you ever eaten fish?”

Ice shook her head and stared at the device with confusion. “Isn’t it a little long? Everyone that has a pole back in Snowhoof has a shorter one.”

“Those are probably for ice fishing. This is more for lakes and rivers,” the stallion explained knowingly. “It lets you get a longer cast.”

“Oh,” Ice replied with smile. “Do you want me to make a little snack to eat while you fish? I’m sure you could use a little something to hold you over.”

Lug lifted a hoof to deny that, but his stomach grumbled in protest. “Uh, yeah, let’s do that,” he agreed with a slightly embarrassed smile. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” she replied lovingly and quickly pulled the buck into a kiss.

Lug pushed into it, happily returning the gesture she’d shown him and losing himself in the moment. Her hoof gently rose to his shoulder, rubbing his coat slowly as the two held their lips together. In unison, their stomachs grumbled in protest at the delay, pulling the two ponies apart.

“I’ll go get those sandwiches,” Ice said with a nervous smile. She left Lug to finish getting his fishing gear ready and trotted off to her own bags. A few butterflies still fluttered in her stomach from what she’d suddenly tried to do a few moments before, and her forehooves started to shake slightly as she pulled out the bread. A deep breath stopped the shaking, and the mare was able to focus on making their food, pushing those thoughts into the back of her mind for later.

* * *

Another little splash sent ripples across the pond as the bobber fell into place, wobbling back and forth with the ebb and flow of the water. Lug Nut sat back and sighed happily as he waited, hoping that this time those darn fish wouldn’t steal the worm before he could hook them. The activity wasn’t exactly his forte, but it was a relaxing way to pass the time even if he didn’t get a bite. A warm feeling covered his side as Ice leaned into him, grinning at the closeness of him as she stared out over the pond.

If she’d known that taking a weekend to go camping in Whitetail Woods with the stallion could be so relaxing she would have agreed to it months ago. He’d tried to suggest it a few times, stating that it could give them both a much needed break from the work and craziness of home, but she’d been hesitant. She’d told him everything about her past already; the death of her parents and the running that came after which forced her to hide in caves and bushes for sleep, and that was what came to her mind when he brought up camping. He’d dropped the topic for a while after she continued to oppose it, but in the past month he’d started egging her toward it again, hoping she would agree. Thinking back on it, the mare probably said yes because they hadn’t been able to see each other very often. She lived in Snowhoof working as a field-clearer, and he ran his store in Manehatten.

The two still saw each other as much as they could and wrote letters, but Ice had started to get worried that the distance might drive them apart, and that was the last thing she wanted. She loved every second she got to spend with Lug, and even the thought of losing him just because they lived apart was torture for her. So she agreed to the trip, deciding that a weekend with just the two of them might be the perfect way to make sure he still cared about her just as much as she cared about him. And so far it seemed to her like he did.

The buck jerked suddenly as his bobber sank under the water, and Ice watched on in anticipation as his hat flew off. Lug quickly yanked back on the pole, an act he’d told her was ‘hooking’ the fish, and started reeling. The pole bent at the top, and the line danced around erratically as the hook found purchase, pulling the fish closer to the bank. Lug’s face twisted into a look of determination as he continued to crank on the reel, intent on bringing in the meal for the two to share.

After a long and tension filled minute, the fish finally lifted from the water with a thrash as it dangled from the line, flopping around frantically to return to the pond. Ice squealed in joy and clapped her hooves together at Lug’s success. The stallion quickly took the fish over to a cooler he’d brought and unhooked the fish into it before slamming the lid. He released a held breath and grinned before looking back at Ice.

“Finally got one,” he proclaimed proudly, feeling a glow of success at not only his first catch of the day, but his first catch ever.

The mare put her hooves around him happily, congratulating the buck on catching their lunch. Or dinner it would seem since the sun was starting to set over the mountains east of them. “Ready to head back, or do you want to try for another?” she asked him happily.

“Nah, I think I’ll stop while I’m ahead,” the buck replied. “Besides, I think one should be enough for both of us.”

Ice released the hug and nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

Lug gathered up his pole and stuck the traditional fishing hat back on his head before looking over to Ice. She had slung her single bag over her back again, and was carrying the cooler in her muzzle with a childlike smile on her face. The buck considered offering to take the box from her, but she looked so happy taking it herself that he just grinned and trotted over to her.

“Got everything?” he double checked to make sure she wouldn’t suddenly turn around and sprint back to the pond half way to camp.

She nodded happily and turned to walk alongside him, keeping her body close to his as they walked.

* * *

The fire crackled softly between the two ponies as they slowly ate their meals, not feeling the need to rush as they enjoyed the peace and quiet the forest had to offer. Orange light danced over them and their food from the flames, creating a bubble of light in the otherwise pitch darkness of the night.

Lug Nut sighed contently as he swallowed another strip of the trout he’d caught, no longer having doubt in the old belief that fish always tasted better if you caught it yourself. Everything about their first day of vacation had been perfect for him. No city craziness or constant noise, no agitated customers berating him about pointless things, and he’d even managed to push away any worries about the shop. He trusted the twins to keep it running smoothly while he was away, after all they’d worked under him there for years and by that point knew everything there was to know about how everything operated. That only left him with the task of enjoying his break and the alone time with his marefriend.

It was something he’d looked forward to for months, and the stallion had done everything he could think of to convince her to go. He knew why she was nervous about it, and he understood her concerns completely, but he still pushed for the trip for more than one reason. Naturally the largest was that he loved spending time with the mare, and he wanted to take a few days for just the two of them without needing to worry about work pulling them apart for even a second. The second reason, one that he’d put off for a while because he was nervous about even trying in the first place, was a special question he wanted to ask her. After how long they’d been together, he had decided it was definitely time to ask, but he always shied away when he had a chance because he wasn’t sure if she would say yes. She still had her job up in Snowhoof, and asking her to uproot seemed like it could upset her somehow.

But after putting it off for so long, he took the doubts and boxed them up in the back of his mind, deciding it was time to take the leap and just ask the question. The worst that could happen is her saying no, it wouldn’t mean they had to stop seeing each other. They would just see each other sporadically like they had the past year since they got together.

“Thank you for getting me to do this, Lug,” the mare suddenly said from across the fire, smiling warmly as she finally emptied her plate. “It’s really nice.”

“Oh, no problem, Cryssy,” he replied calmly. “I’m glad you decided to come along.”

The mare nodded and stood up, leaving her plate on the ground while she rounded the fire to lie beside Lug, taking special care not to bump his wings too hard and accidentally hurt him. Her head rested on his shoulder as the two stared at the flickering flames, and she let out a content sigh at the feeling of him against her side. She didn’t know how long she rested like that, but she wouldn’t have cared if they stayed like that all night. It was just nice to have him with her again, alone in the peace and quiet of nature without a care in the world.

After a long while, Lug kissed her softly on the forehead. “Ready to get some sleep?” he asked quietly, not wanting to bother her if she’d already managed to nod off.

The mare nodded gently and reluctantly pulled her head off his shoulder as he stood. “Do you want me to get the tent ready while you put out the fire?”

“That would be perfect,” he replied warmly and kissed her mane.

Ice stood up and trotted to their bags, pulling out the quilts and pillows they’d brought along. Lug had tried to insist on sleeping bags, but she’d quelled that with the mention that she wouldn’t be able to snuggle up with him if they were trapped in those silly bags. He hadn’t bothered to argue that, knowing full well how much she loved it when the two held each other as they slept.

She carefully laid out one quilt over the ground to keep the two off of the grass before laying the other over the top of it, placing the two pillows beside each other at the top. A hiss filled the air behind her as Lug started shoveling dirt over the flames, extinguishing them quickly and fully. She smiled and crawled into the tent, laying down between the quilts and waiting for the buck to join her. It didn’t take long, and he crawled up beside her only a few seconds later.

Lug took up the position he knew she loved, wrapping his hooves around her to pull her close. The two kissed, enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips as they prepared to get to sleep. For some reason, the feeling of the two completely alone and close together like that released those butterflies into Ice’s stomach again, and the mare decided to keep the kissing going a little longer.

She kept her lips on his, not wanting to let the stallion drift away to sleep quite yet. Her tongue slipped between her lips, dancing over his softly until the buck answered in kind, flicking his tongue against hers before sliding it gently into her mouth. The two had done this before, countless times either lying in bed or on the couch until Ice always made the next step to make out with him. Sometimes she found herself wishing he would start for once, but she never bothered to press him for it since she knew it was just who he was. He always wanted her to show that she was ready; always worried that if he tried it would push her away. It was sweet, but at the same time a little annoying to the unicorn.

Their tongues danced together through each other’s mouths, relishing in the feeling of each other and ignoring anything beyond the flaps of the tent. No stress, no worries, just being close to each other and showing their love.

The fluttering in Ice’s belly grew, and her hoof gently rested on his shoulder again tracing small circles in his coat as the two continued to swap saliva and bask in each other’s warmth. His hooves rubbed gently on her back, spreading his heat through her body as she started to get more worked up. Her hoof slowly descended around his foreleg, wrapping down his chest to the feathers of his wing. Her horn glowed a pale blue which cast an aura of cool air around her hoof as she slid her hoof over his crippled wing, the only way she could touch him there without sending the buck reeling in pain.

A smile curled on Lug’s lips as he continued dancing through her mouth, his mind swimming in the feeling of Ice’s touch on his feathers. He loved it when she did that, and the feeling never failed to assure him that the mare loved him more than anything. His hooves slowly found their way down to her hips, still rubbing her coat gently as she continued to softly massage his wing. He felt her wiggle a little closer to him and gently wrap one of her thighs over his. A buzz of activity stirred between his legs, but the buck instantly quelled the sensation as he reminded himself that she might not even be thinking about that. She just liked being close to him.

After spending a few minutes of attention on the stallion’s wing, Ice lifted her hoof from the feathers and the magic faded, leaving her hoof warm again as she placed it back on his chest and rubbed against it. She started soft, but soon her hoof started to press into him harder as the warmth spread from her stomach and worked its way to her nethers. The mare moaned softly into Lug’s mouth, and her mind pulled the thoughts from earlier back out again. She wanted every bit of him, and she was ready to show it.

The stallion continued to tenderly rub Ice’s hips, his body buzzing with warmth at how close she was and the absolute joy of the moment. Her hoof traced a line down his front, and the buck gasped as she suddenly started rubbing at his sheath, coaxing out his member as the two continued to kiss. It felt hesitant at first, as if she was waiting to see how he would react before continuing. Lug groaned through their kissing at the touch, and the hoof started rubbing with more purpose.

It didn’t take long for Ice to get her coltfriend excited, and her hoof rose to meet his growing member once he gave himself to the feeling. She softly rubbed him up and down and was rewarded with soft grunts and gasps from the stallion. She returned with her own soft moan as his hooves finally reached her flanks, massaging her in slow circles that quickly warmed up her own sex. Her hips started to grind slightly into Lug’s cock as she rubbed along the tip with her hoof, and he pulled out of the kiss hesitantly, much to her disappointment.

“Cryssy… we don’t… we don’t have to do this if you-” he started to assure her against his body’s own wishes, for some reason worried sick that she would leave him if he pushed any further, but she silenced him with a soft hoof against his lips while her other hovered just over his tip.

“If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t have started,” she assured him seductively before removing her hoof and pressing her lips against his once again.

Lug’s brain didn’t need any more convincing than that, and he eagerly returned to their activity as if he’d never stopped them. His tongue played around her mouth faster than before, and his hooves massaged her flanks with more vigor as she continued to pleasure him. Her breathing fell into moans with each circle of his hooves on her rump, and her body radiated heat into him as if the two were still beside the fire.

After less than a minute, Ice pulled away from the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva between their tongues. Her hips stopped grinding and her hoof lifted from his member, finding a new home on his shoulder. She rolled slowly to her back, hinting at the buck to mount her by pulling softly at his shoulders. He caught the meaning instantly and positioned himself over the mare as she looked up at him. Her forelegs wrapped around his neck and she pulled him into another kiss, lifting her hips slightly to grind along his stallionhood.

Lug’s hips fell into cadence with hers, and his cock rubbed between her moist lips as she started to groan into the kiss. His own breathing grew longer and more labored as the feeling of Ice’s sex sliding under his sent shivers of joy through his entire body, a sensation that was intensified by the sound of the mare under him enjoying it just as much as he did.

The stallion pulled out of the kiss and looked into Ice’s loving eyes. His hips pulled up from her sex and he positioned himself at her opening. The mare twitched slightly at the touch, and she nodded suggestively to him. With a quick hoof to guide himself in, Lug pushed his tip into his marefriend’s slick vagina.

Ice threw her head back and gasped as he entered her, a mix of pain but mostly pleasure quickly shooting from between her legs at the sensation. The mare held her lower lip between her teeth as Lug continued to push into her, the pain quickly fading away entirely and giving way to ecstasy. She pulled the stallion’s head closer again, placing a gentle kiss on his neck before nuzzling into him.

A wave of warmth overtook Lug as he slid deeper into Ice’s tight walls, his cock pulsing with pleasure every moment he spent inside of her. He gently pulled back once he was half way in, stopping just before his tip reached her opening before sliding into her again. A long moan escaped the mare under him, and her grip over his neck and upper back tightened as he pushed even deeper. He pulled out one last time before pushing himself fully into her, only stopping when his balls came to a rest against Ice’s moist lips.

The mare’s jaw dropped open as Lug pushed his entire length into her, allowing a long groan to blow out of her and make room for the buck’s cock. She lifted her back legs to let them run up his flanks, tightening her pussy around him and gaining a grunt of pleasure from him in return. He paused for a second once he was completely inside her before pulling back and picking up a slow pace. Each thrust sent a splash of warmth and tingling pleasure through the mare as the feeling of him sliding through her intensified.

He planted a series of kisses down her neck as he kept with his pace, grunting more frequently as the feeling of her around him seemed to grow stronger with each push through her body. Once her moans became longer and louder, the stallion upped his pace, pushing into her harder and faster as the feeling around his cock started to spread through everything below his chest. His breathing quickened along with his hips, and every other exhale was replaced by a groan. Ice no longer moaned with each thrust, instead allowing the sounds of her ecstasy to carry on as long as they lasted. Each one seemed to get louder as Lug continued to fuck her, and he was certainly glad they hadn’t done this in his apartment for the first time.

The flickers of magic from Ice’s horn that gave her vision sped up drastically as Lug’s cock pounded into her, until it almost gave her real-time sight as the panting stallion’s hips continued to thrust away. A blue aura shrouded her horn as she placed her magic around his wings, chilling the feathers in a way he’d always liked as he continued to fill her with a warmth that she absolutely loved. Her moans barely left her with time to breathe as her body was overwhelmed with the feeling of the member filling her, and she fought to stifle how loud she realized she’d become. If they hadn’t been alone in the middle of the forest, she might have tried harder. She gave up and allowed her body to communicate exactly how it felt, her moans filling the tent as the air heated to blissful levels.

She felt his member trying to twitch up after almost ten minutes of nothing but heaven, and he grew harder as his body reached its brink. In the past, she would have asked for him to pull out when she felt him about to climax, but her brain washed that thought away. She told herself she wanted all of him, and she meant all of him. A final long grunt escaped Lug’s body as he stopped thrusting, his cock coming to a stop half way into Ice as it twitched and released the built up pressure in his loins.

Ice gasped at the sudden sticky feeling flooding into her, but moaned as the feeling of his release brought her right up to the edge. She was so close, but he’d already stopped. The mare broke away from giving in to Lug’s unbelievably wonderful dominance and started bucking her hips along him again, trying to get herself over the edge of climax before he went flaccid.

Lug moaned softly at the new feeling of her pushing herself along him, and bucked his hips in return. The feeling of him filling her returned, and the mare was finally thrown over the ledge of climax. Her vagina tightened around Lug’s cock as he continued to thrusts, giving them both a few more seconds of absolute heaven as Ice buried her head in the stallion’s neck to stifle her orgasmic scream.

Lug pulled himself out of the mare, ignoring the trail of their mixed juices flowing out after him as he fell down beside her, completely exhausted. Ice remained on her back gasping for breath as her body finally allowed her to breathe normally again, even if a small part of her wished she could go back to the last ten minutes of not caring.

Once she’d recovered, the mare rolled to her side and kissed Lug softly, not caring about the puddle of fluid that had formed under her hips, once again just wanting the buck to hold her close. He was still panting in the afterglow of climax, and it almost looked like his brain was still trying to reboot from what had just happened. Ice smiled and wiggled close to him before starting to lick the sweat from his neck until he could function again.

The sensation was just the jump start he needed, and the stallion lovingly wrapped Ice in his hooves before kissing her on the forehead. She looked up from his neck, her eyes tired but filled with love for the buck as the two shared another quick kiss.

The mare sighed contently and curled herself as close to Lug as she could and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

“Um, Cryssy?” Lug asked nervously before she could fall asleep.

“Yeah?” She stayed still, keeping her head against the warmth of his body with a smile on her face.

“Would you… uh… would you want to move in with me?” he clamped his eyes shut and waited for the ‘no’ and the explanation about how she still had a job in Snowhoof. When she lifted her head and didn’t answer for over ten seconds, he sighed and shook his head, his heart dropping into his gut. “Nevermind, forget I a-”

For the second time that night, the buck found himself stopped mid-sentence. The difference was that this time it was by Ice’s lips pressing against his. He opened his eyes as she pulled back, and smiled at the sight of her looking up at him with glistening silver eyes.

“I’d love to, Lug.”