In Search of Birds


                                            >Be Anonfilly.

                                            >And be aimlessly trotting through the Whitetail Woods while looking very determined.

                                            >At your side was a pegasus colt who was going on and on about different birds and their respective attributes.

                                            >You had stopped listening a while ago, but you just nodded and made little ‘ummhemm’ noises occasionally.

                                            >The little pegacolt was Meadowlark Song, a yellow pony with a long brown and white mane and a speckling of freckles on his muzzle.

                                            >”So anyway the way you can tell a Barn Owl apart from a Great Horned Owl by sound is the way they call at night!’

                                            >”A barn owl makes a kinda scary screeching sound while a Great Horned Owl makes that much more classic ‘Hoo-Hoo Hoo’ sound.”

                                            “Umm hemmm yep that’s pretty cool Larkey”

                                            >The camp gear on your saddle clattered slightly as you trot through the woods.

                                            >”So yah, now you know what owls will be making what calls tonight!”

                                            >Meadowlark trot up beside you, looking at you curiously.

                                            >”Hey ummm Hornet, are you sure you know the way back to the campsite? Cheerilee must be getting kinda worried by now right?”

                                            >You brushed the question off and just kept trotting to… well to you don’t know where.

                                            >You were lost in the Whitetail woods.

                                            >You just had to go wandering off with this clueless birb obsessed colt.

                                            >’Yah, yah I know where there’s an eagles nest’ you’d told him two hours earlier.

                                            >You didn’t know where one was.

                                            >You just had to get away from fricking purple happy flower butt teacher pone and her gaggle of frolicking foals.

                                            >And to top it all off your stupid little filly body was having it’s first heat.

                                            >Arghhh Twiggles will pay for this!

                                            >But in the meantime the sun was going down and all you had was your sleeping sack, some snacks, water, and a chatty colt who left all his stuff at the camp site.

                                            >An incessantly, chatty, and worried colt…

                                            >”Ugh H-hornet, do you REALLY know the way back?”

                                            >You lower your head in frustration and let out a little scream of frustration.

                                            “Arrrghhhh!”

                                            >Meadowlark took a few steps back, splaying his wings.

                                            >”H-hornet?”

                                            >You turned back to him, apologetically.

                                            “Sorry Larkey, it’s just… I ummm I don’t know the way back.”

                                            >He looked dejectedly toward the ground.

                                            >”O-oh… sorry I wanted to go off looking for birds with you. I shouldn’t have asked you to come.”

                                            >He kicked a hoof at the ground.

                                            “It’s alright Larkey, I mean I wanted to go, I egged you on.”

                                            >You walked over to him and hit his shoulder with your hoof.

                                            >He recoiled slightly, and still looked kinda sad.

                                            “Hey now, it’s fine.”

                                            >You heard him sniffle a little.

                                            >”N-no it’s not! We’re lost, it’s getting dark, and they’re probably worried sick about us!”

                                            >It was true, there was maybe a half hour of sun left, and you were lost.

                                            “Hey now, don’t worry. It’s just the Whitetail woods, nothing here to be scared of.”

                                            >You were crap at comforting, but you tried anyway.

                                            >This colt was just about the closest thing you had to a friend at this point.

                                            >You couldn’t stand any of the other colts or fillies, they were so annoying or stupid.

                                            >But this colt was just a weird birb obsessed pone.

                                            >And you liked that bit.

                                            >But he couldn’t handle himself in the woods alone.

                                            >Probably would toss out his shoulder the first time he tried his hand at a moist nugget.

                                            >If he had hands.

                                            >Wait what?

                                            >Oh yah comforting the colt.

                                            >You brush up alongside him, flicking his face with your tail.

                                            “Hey Larkey, no good standing here and moping, I think I see a clearing up ahead. Lets setup camp before it’s actually dark.”

                                            >He looked stunned for a second, a blush across his freckled face that quickly ebbed away.

                                            >”B-but I don’t have my gear. Where will I sleep?”

                                            >You looked back, small smirk on your face.

                                            “Larkey, are you dense or something, with me silly!”

                                            >Oh and there was that blush across his muzzle again!

                                            >You just turned away, flicking your tail at him.

                                            >Might as well make the most of this eh Anon?

                                            >You trot out ahead into a little clearing with some soft grass and a good view of the sky.

                                            >It was late summer, and all round you birds were chirping, grass hoppers were jumping, and the forest was singing.

                                            >You heard the crunch of grass behind you as Meadowlark trot up behind you.

                                            >You flicked your tail a bit more at him.

                                            >Filly, you can be devilish sometimes.

                                            >Turning around, you caught him doing his best to look away.

                                            >”S-so yah, you see that bird up there, it’s a male Robin! You can tell by the –oof!”

                                            >You playfully threw your sleeping bag at him, knocking him into the tall grass.

                                            >”H-hey!”

                                            >You stuck your tongue out at him,

                                            “Why are you blushing so hard Larkey?”

                                            >He suddenly tried to look anywhere but you.

                                            >”Ummm no reason.”

                                            “Hrmmm really?”

                                            >You say in a poor attempt at a sultry voice.

                                            “Must ~really~ like those Robins.”

                                            >He gave a little eep as you turned back around, and trot to where you set your pack.

                                            “Hey, get the sleeping bag setup while I get a bunch of grass and stuff to put under it!”

                                            >You could hear him fumbling with the rolled up sack behind you.

                                            >Poor clueless colt, you’ve got a lot to teach him.

                                            >After a few minutes you returned to him with a few big hoof-fulls of grass.

                                            >He’d managed to get the sleeping bag rolled out, and was laying back on it.

                                            >”Oh hey Horny!”

                                            “Wat”

                                            >You dropped the dried grass all overtop of him.

                                            >He flailed a bit as you did that, dispersing the grass around him.

                                            “What did you call me Larkey?”

                                            >He looked at you nervously.

                                            >”I-I just called you ‘Horney” c-cuz your name is Green Hornet, and you always call me Larkey, and I was just thinking why not try calling you like you call me? And ummm and…”

                                            >He really didn’t know.

                                            >You just stared at him and blinked a few times.

                                            “Y-yes, sorry Larkey. Hehehe yah!”

                                            >You did a little jump, landing next to him in the pile of grass on top the sleeping bag.

                                            >You threw a little grass at him, and that got him giggling.

                                            >He returned the favor in force, and soon enough both of you were covered in the grass that was supposed to be your bedding.

                                            >Blowing an errant strand of grass from your snoot you looked at him in the last rays of the setting sun.

                                            >You caught him smiling up at a tree as he heard another bird rustle past.

                                            >There was a warmth inside you that just kept building.

                                            “Hey Larkey?”

                                            >”Yah Horney?”

                                            “J-just Hornet please?”

                                            >”Oh sorry… yah Hornet?”

                                            “W-we’re friends right?”

                                            >He looked at you, head tilted a bit.

                                            >”Yah, of course! Why?”

                                            “Ummm and – and you trust me right?”

                                            >”Yahhhh why? What’s up Hornet?”

                                            >You were looking into his deep amber eyes, and he into your green orbs.

                                            “Have you ever kissed a filly before?”

                                            >He blinked a few times, not really answering.

                                            >You scooted a bit closer to him, he didn’t move at all.

                                            “Do you… want to?”

                                            >You could hear his wings rustle a bit behind him as he made the tiniest little “mmmhhm” noises

                                            >Without another thought, you closed the gap between you and him, planting your muzzle on his, and wrapping your hooves around his body.

                                            >He sat stunned for a bit, as you pressed your lips against his, but after a few seconds he leaned into you.

                                            >But a second later you pulled away, still hugging him close.

                                            “S-so, what did you think?”

                                            >He just sat stunned for a second before blinking a few times.

                                            >”C-can we try that again?”

                                            >gently you smiled at him.

                                            “Sure, but ummm just don’t get weirded out ok?”

                                            >He got that confused look on his muzzle again.

                                            >But that was quickly interrupted as you planted your face back against his.

                                            >However this time you probed his lips with your tongue.

                                            >Which caused him to recoil his face away.

                                            >”Eww hey, why’d you do that?”

                                            “It’s kissing silly! You put your tongues in each other’s mouths. I told you not to get weirded out.”

                                            >”What? That sounds gross.”

                                            “J-just try it. I promise it’ll be fun!”

                                            >You were still hugging close, and he had his hooves around you still.

                                            >A quick look of thought crossed his face, but turned into one of resolve in just as much time.

                                            >”O-ok Hornet, I’m trusting you.”

                                            >You just smiled, and slowly moved your muzzle back to his.

                                            >You were more careful this time, gently opening your lips, waiting for him to do the same.

                                            >It took a moment, but he followed suite.

                                            >Carefully you began to probe his mouth with your tongue.

                                            >He tasted like hay chips and sweets.

                                            >Quickly you found your target, his tongue hiding in the back of his mouth.

                                            >Tentatively you poked his oral appendage with your own.

                                            >It took him a second, but he was a quick learner, and poked yours back.

                                            >Gently you pressed your body more into his as the two of you started the delicate dance of tongues.

                                            >Several minutes passed, and the only sounds aside from the songs of the forest were the gentle snorts and humms as you and Larkey explored each other’s mouths.

                                            >It was actually you who broke away first.

                                            >Panting slightly, you look at him in the twilight.

                                            >Shadows danced across his form, his eyes half lidded, and a wicked blush painting his cheeks cheery.

                                            >He was looking at you the way the moon might look at the earth.

                                            >So much longing, so much wonder in his eyes.

                                            “S-so you really trust me right?”

                                            >”Uhuh! Can we kiss some more?”

                                            >This was making the heat in your crotch almost unbearable.

                                            “Well ummm, actually I was thinking about a different kind of kissing…”

                                            >Again that look of confusion.

                                            “J-just lie down and, try not to squirm too much ok?”

                                            >”Why do you want me to lie down?”

                                            “Well do you want me to help you cum or you to help me cum?”

                                            >”Wat?”

                                            >You lie beside him, beckoning him to lie beside you.

                                            >Tracing a hoof over his tummy, you trace down lower, causing him to squirm a bit.

                                            “So ok… explanation time Larkey.”

                                            >He turned toward you as you kept your hoof on his lower tummy.

                                            “Well have you ever ummm rubbed this part of yourself?”

                                            >You traced your hoof lower, eventually finding what you were looking for.

                                            >His half-erect member twitched slightly as you grazed it.

                                            >Larkey just squirmed and moaned a little before finding his words.

                                            >”W-well I umm it gets hard sometimes, e-especially when I think of you.”

                                            >HeartMelt.exe

                                            >You began to stroke it as he kept talking.

                                            >”A-and s-some mornings –ughhh- it – it’s hard, but it umm it g-gets softer after a b-bit.

                                            >It was getting hard for him to concentrate as you stroked it more.

                                            >He was so adorable like this, squirming under your hoof… he probably couldn’t last long like this.

                                            >You didn’t want to waste him too soon, so you pulled your hoof away and began tracing his tummy again.

                                            >This caused him to let out a little whine.

                                            “Well that’s ummm that’s supposed to happen. You can rub it like I just did to make yourself feel good.”

                                            >He nodded his head, looking down at his erect member.

                                            >He began to reach a hoof down, but you batted it away.

                                            “No, there’s something else I need to show you.”

                                            >You shifted yourself so you were perpendicular to him.

                                            >Splaying your legs you revealed your hot mound to an awestruck colt.

                                            >Larkey quickly looked away abashedly.

                                            “It’s ok to look… you can even touch it if you want.”

                                            >Now this got his attention.

                                            >Curiously turning his head back, he went wide eyed as he saw you wink at him.

                                            “Y-you mean I can touch you down there?”

                                            >You nodded and squirmed back parallel to him.

                                            >Gently you took his hoof in yours and placed it on your thigh, just above your question mark.

                                            >He gave you another unsure look that you just met with a peck on the nose.

                                            “Don’t worry, it’s cool.”

                                            >Slowly and cautiously he worked his hoof toward your winking mound.

                                            >You just let yourself lie back, expecting him.

                                            >As his hoof worked closer, you could feel the tension inside yourself building up.

                                            >It was becoming unbearable.

                                            >The moment his hoof made contact with your fillyhood you let out a little moan and squirmed.

                                            >He didn’t pull away.

                                            >He must be getting more confident.

                                            >Instead he just started lightly rubbing your lower lips, occasionally grazing your winking clit.

                                            >”Ummm… is – is this good Hornet?”

                                            >You just moaned in reply and squirmed some more.

                                            >This was more than good,

                                            “F-faster Larkey!”

                                            >”O-ok”

                                            >He began to stroke you faster, picking up a rhythm as he did.

                                            >It really didn’t take long for your filly body to have enough.

                                            >It struck you fast and hard.

                                            >As his hoof kept stroking, you could feel release building.

                                            >And in a second it became too much.

                                            >Thick hot cum flowed from your filly folds onto his hoof and the forest floor as you writhed in ecstasy.

                                            >”Ahhh sorry Hornet! Did I just make you pee!?”

                                            >Meadowlark sounded really apologetic.

                                            >But you just rolled over and locked him in an embrace, rubbing your sopping cunt against his leg and rock hard member as you rode the waves of ecstasy.

                                            >He didn’t seem to have a problem with this as he greedily returned the deep kiss.

                                            >This lasted for a few minutes.

                                            >By the time you broke the kiss you had coated most of his lower body in your musky juices.

                                            >”W-what was that Hornet?”

                                            >You rolled off him, still panting heavily.

                                            “T-that, Larkey, was an orgasm.”

                                            >”A what?”

                                            “Didn’t you pay attention at all in sex ed Larkey?”

                                            >”I didn’t go that day; my parents brought me to the bird sanctuary instead.”

                                            >You face hoofed, before rolling back into his side.

                                            “Larkey, you’re the best.”

                                            >You nuzzled his side a bit as you recovered yourself.

                                            >”S-so, ummm can I do what you did?”

                                            >Placing your head on his chest and looking into his eyes, you could see desire burning in them.

                                            >You just smirked at him.

                                            “Yep!”

                                            >”Sooo what do I do? Are you just going to keep rubbing my thing?”

                                            “Nope!”

                                            >”Then what?”

                                            “Well… you know how I have a hole?”

                                            >You stand up, turun around, and straddle him.

                                            >Shoving your soaking rear into his face, you hold your cunt open with a hoof.

                                            >”Uhuh…”

                                            >You turned back around, still straddling him.

                                            “And you have a rod?”

                                            >You could see the light beginning to go on behind his eyes.

                                            >You carefully began to lie on top of him again, but made close note of the angle.

                                            >You squirmed your way back a bit until you could feel his tip press against your entrance.

                                            >Looking into his eyes again, all you saw was burning desire and trust.

                                            “Ready Larkey?”

                                            >”Ready Hornet!”

                                            “Ok now, three…two…one!”

                                            >You shoved yourself backwards, impaling yourself on his rod.

                                            >Your eyes budged as he let out a deep moan.

                                            >His member felt like it was tearing you apart, you’d never felt something so uniquely pleasurable but kinda painful in your life.

                                            >You had to just sit there on top of him for a moment to collect yourself, his cock fully inside you.

                                            >He was looking up at you, so many emotions on his scrunched face.

                                            >Looking down; you could feel your clit winking against his hot rod.

                                            >You could feel his heartbeat inside you.

                                            >”Y-you feel so good Hornet…”

                                            “Ughhh yahhh, y-you too, just umm just give me a – a moment.”

                                            >Positioning your hooves, you began to try to move a bit.

                                            >Instantly waves of pleasure surged through you and Larkey.

                                            >It was hard to work through, but the initial pain was quickly subsiding as you felt him pulse inside you.

                                            >Gaining a bit more confidence, you started to buck your hips back and forth slowly.

                                            >You tried to stay upright, but it was too much for you, and you ended up lying yourself back atop Larkey.

                                            >This let you press your muzzle against his again.

                                            >And for the third time this evening your tongues danced together to the song of the forest.

                                            >Your hips kept working slowly at first.

                                            >But every little moan and eep from Larkey gave you more energy.

                                            >Soon the forest song was overcome by the schlicking and moaning of your two bodies locked together.

                                            >Larkey wasn’t holding up too well though, and he had to break the kiss.

                                            >Panting heavily, he had his eyes tightly closed as he clenched his jaw.

                                            >You could feel his member beginning to swell inside yourself.

                                            >So you just kept rutting him harder.

                                            >You bucked your hips wildly as he moaned deeper and quivered underneath you.

                                            “N-not yet Larkey, Not yet!”

                                            >You were getting close too, and you wanted this to happen just right.

                                            >You needed this to happened just right

                                            “NOT yet Larkey! J-just a second – aghhh – longer!”

                                            >And just a second later he let out a deep moan as you felt his hot jet of cum inside you.

                                            >Tossing your head back, and thrusting harder than ever, you too reached your climax.

                                            >A torrent of thick white cum stained yellow seeped out of your cunt as you slowed down.

                                            >Still thrusting slowly, every motion sent Larkey and yourself into a fit of orgasmic convulsions.

                                            >A few thrusts more, and you gave in, letting yourself collapse fully on top the panting mess of Larkey.

                                            >You could feel him shrinking inside you as a stream of hot juices poured from your pussy, staining the sleeping bag.

                                            >As you lay in nirvana, you heard a whisper in your hear.

                                            >”T-that was… amazing.”

                                            “No, Larkey, you’re amazing…”

                                            >Eventually, the two of you wiggled yourselves inside the stained and musky sleeping bag.

                                            >And quickly fell asleep to the songs of the forest, safe and sound in each other’s hooves.