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Benefits of Trail Riding (Solo)

"That's your homework for the week off; simple enough, I hope. I need you each to write a 5000 word short story that somehow incorporates both magical and scientific elements. I know that's pretty long, but I want to see your creativity blossom. I think we can call class over a half hour early, unless anyone particularly wants to stick around to enjoy my company." Em Aryn explained to her students - a bunch of young adults who had enrolled in the creative writing class that she taught at the Klyneth Academy of Magic and Science. Before she even finished her sentence, a loud clamor of moving chairs and shutting desks told her that her students were prepared to leave early for the week-long holiday.

She knew that her class was there for easy marks, but that's the way she liked it. As an author that had hit her stride a decade prior and had settled into life, she understood the value in having something relaxing to cleanse the palate after tougher, more math-based classes like potions, physics, chemistry, and biology. Her goal, aside from the money that teaching offered her on the side of her publishing deals, was to give something to her students and hopefully encourage the next generation of authors. For that reason, she taught a few different classes on the Common Tongue - the language that was used Dalon-wide, some creative, some technical. Very useful, but she was generous with her marks so it was a freebie for most.

Em was stacking and shuffling papers at her desk, preparing herself for the week-long holiday just like everyone else. Like her students, she had plans to get out and not come back for as long as she could be away, only she hoped to be alone. However, amidst the shuffling of claws, paws, and hooves leaving her classroom, she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Miss Aryn, how are you?" It was Dean Siryn, a tall, amber-scaled chimera. Often times, Em's students liked to joke they were sisters since their names were similar, even though they weren't even the same species; Em was a mare, very different from Dean Siryn. The chimera pushed her way in the door past a few of the students to stand next to Em's desk, tapping her claws on the wood. "So, you haven't given me a response about the potluck this weekend. Are you going to be bringing those Veggie Sliders you do so well?"

Em gulped and pursed her lips, like she'd been caught in a lie. She had completely forgotten about the potluck since she'd already made plans this weekend, and she just kept deleting the emails that the dean was sending her. The potluck was for all the teachers, assistants, and staff at the academy, and it happened every year. "Well, actually, I forgot about it and made other plans. Sorry." She apologized, cheeks turning rosy.

Siryn scoffed. "Really? I wanted to have some of those sliders, last time you made them for the potluck, everyone begged for more!" At this point, she was on the verge of whining.

"Sorry, sugar, I just can't do it. I forgot about the potluck and I have other plans. I'm going riding in the mountains and won't be back until the weekend that marks the end of the holiday, and even then the sliders take a whole day to prepare, press, and cook. You're gonna have to go without them for now." Em picked up her papers and adjusted them to line up, keen to keep her desk well organized and blocked out with books on one end and papers on the other. "I really am sorry."

A deep clicking growl came from Dean Siryn's chest. "Well, I guess there's not a whole lot we can do about this, is there? You better make this up to me next time, though." Her words were sinister, but her tone was clearly jovial, so Em didn't take it to heart.

Miss Aryn pushed her seat back from the ornate, stained desk and got to her hooves as she brushed off her skirt, locking the drawer to her desk in the process. "If you say so, boss. Now, if you don't mind, I have a weekend to enjoy! See you in a week or so!" She gave a broad grin that showed all her teeth before kicking her hooves together like a jig and leaving the room past the dean. Truth be told, she didn't look forward to the prospect of another guilt trip from Siryn about how she kept abandoning the social get-togethers of the staff, she just wanted to leave as enthusiastically as her students.

The mare slipped through the mass of scales, feathers, clothes, and fur with her books close to her chest like a student, trying to keep her head down. Problem was, as a mare, she was taller than most of the students there. Jysar, cien, oairans, humans, and many of the saurossins were all smaller than her, while only the large errov - her race - and dragon-type saurossins were larger. Still, she kept her head down and powered her way through the dispersing crowd until emerging through the tall, twin doors of the front hall into the well trimmed quad. "Finally. Time to go and never come back!" She declared, then added under her breath. "At least until the holiday ends."

Her home wasn't far from the campus, just a bit to the north at the edge of town between the urban center of Klyneth and the Great Saff'Rald Lake. She tossed her books into her satchel with her laptop and carried on home, hooves clopping on rock paths and concrete sidewalks as she rushed off campus, ignoring everyone on the way. Most would drive or ride the bus, but Em was equine and pretty much walked or jogged everywhere; she had the stamina and it took less than an hour to travel from home to work each day.

Em had a single-floor ranch with a relatively small yard that overlooked a valley with a creek running through the bottom, perfect for her as a writer. She lived alone, having already lived a long life with a stallion husband for years before parting on amicable terms. Now, she dedicated her time to writing, blogging, cooking, doing art, and teaching; Em lived for Em, and Em alone, even though she was a little lonely at times. Though mature, she had a passion for life that rivaled her students, which made it hard to not indulge in their passion from time to time.

If she wanted, she had no problems finding some companionship even as a middle-aged mare due to her charisma and ability to socialize. Thing was, she wasn't really into people in that way. She chatted over the net, talked on forums, shared author secrets with her tightly knit fan club as well as other writers, and occasionally went to pot luck dinners, but mostly kept to herself by choice. Her idea idea of an ideal weekend was at home writing one of her novels, trail-riding to clear her mind, or silently listening to music while in a public place, flexing her mind to make up stories of passerby. Many of these activities - save the teaching gig - was greatly enhanced by some herbs or shooms. Even if she had remembered the pot luck with the dean and other staff members, she likely wouldn't have went.

Inside her ranch home, she tossed her laptop bag on her couch while heading towards the kitchen. First thing she needed was a rich herbal tea to get her in the mood to relax; maybe she would put her own special herbs in it to give her an extra kick. Perfect start for the weekend.

"Alright, let's do this." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the couch next to her laptop bag, hot tea and saucer in hand. She grabbed her laptop out of the bag and plugged it into the power bar, followed by grabbing the television cable to use the TV and connected surround sound system for her music as well as a second screen display. Once the whole thing booted up, she took a sip of her tea and got to work writing her trail-riding blog, something she was going to be keeping and posting throughout her trips into the northwestern wilderness while on horseback.

Before she started, she turned up the volume and put on some ambient, folk-sounding music that got her in the mood. Her mind wandered back to the stud named Oceris she was going to be riding, laughing at herself about the thought of horse riding horse, comparing her mount to the stallions she'd been with in the past. However, Oceris was the only stallion she needed in her vacation.

The first blog post was about her getting her mind ready for a week long trail ride, and the joys of solitude. She wrote of nature, of the inspiration she coaxed from her walks, and the irony of being a sentient mare riding on a feral stallion. Her work was filled with subtle humor, life lessons, and gentle advice for people looking to follow in her footsteps. Em's writing was very 'slice-of-life', and she had even considered writing a combination story/cook book once. No publishers were interested in that endeavor, but she was happy to self-publish if that's what it took. She didn't need the money, her sustenance was fan feedback and admiration.

Once her five thousand word blog post was complete - the same length as the week-long endeavor she'd tasked her students with - she put the laptop down on the counter and took another sip of her herb-enhanced tea. She kicked up her hooves on the table, and grabbed her laptop again, deciding to start browsing for sites to keep herself occupied. The special herbs in the tea put her in a particularly aroused mood, so she quickly guided herself to her favorite porn sites and slipped her hand under her skirt to tease at herself; she never wore panties, so she would always be able to take care of herself if the opportunity arose.

She had some of her favorite videos saved on her computer's hard drive, but she'd watched them enough that she wanted to look for something else. Instead, she aimed herself to some feral love sites, particularly checking out the 'stables', where bipeds of all sorts would have some fun with quadruped stallions and mares. Regardless of the bias she felt, she couldn't stray far from stallions, be they sentient or not. She wasn't specist, she just knew what men she liked. Any males were fair game, but, gryphons, dragons, and in some rare cases cien were amazing, even if she preferred to stick to her own kind.

Em felt the touch of her own fingertips on her lips, the sensation coaxing a gentle gasp from her maw and a wave of muscle contractions down her spine. She hadn't even gotten to the video section yet, and was already excited enough to be wet. One great thing about living at home was the fact that she would never, ever be walked in on so she could be as lewd and loud as she wanted. She liked to be energetic, to her there weren't many better ways to display affection than to grunt, whinny, neigh, squeal, stomp her foot when being mated - an interesting contrast to her usual demeanor which was far more demure.

The mare bit her lip and started to grind up into her curled finger, slipping the digits into herself between the plump pillows of flesh on either side of her nether region. She was dripping wet, with enough slick lubrication to trickle down over her knuckle and splash in a puddle between the fibers of her tail hair, other hand guiding the mouse through a series of links that would get her to one particularly juicy video she liked to watch featuring a stallion mounting a mare with all sorts of slow motion, close-up shots, and the most sloppy creamy mess she'd ever seen. Naturally, she was already fantasizing about feeling a flare swell up inside her to pump her womb up with such a juicy load.

Once she'd found the video, she pressed play and watched closely as the stallion was guided to the mare. Her own vulva tensed in a wink - the telltale sign of arousal for her kind - to spew the gentlest shot of her own lubricating fluids into her palm, which she used to rub against her silken flesh, aiding the passage of her fingers in and out of herself. She pressed a fingertip up against her G-spot, rubbing thumb against clit while the video went on, the stallion mounting the mare and shooting gobs of slimy precum all over her rump and the underside of her tail. Another wink, another burst of fluid lubricated her own skin while she fantasized about a stud idly aiming for her slit.

She parted her lips, as though she was making herself a bigger target at the exact same time the stallion in the video found his mark, cock tip plunging into the mare's depths with the juicy squelch that followed. The farty sounds - more like a queef as his engorged tip trapped air and pumped it into her - were accented by the spishing and splashing of her soaking wet cunt folds, a sound that Em's own lips emulated as her fingertips vigorously attacked her sex.

Another final, powerful thrust of the stallion urged the camera operator to move in nice and close, getting a detailed shot of the throbbing veins and pulsating urethral ridge that accompanied his explosive climax. He grunted and thrust up harder into her, the girth of his member near the base stretching her lips wide and massaging her from within; a moment later he nickered and let the mare go, staying in place as she walked out from under him to pull the length of his cock out from her depths. The suction of his flare massaged her walls and formed a sort of suction that brought much of the seed out with it, coating the mare in a thick, sticky glaze from rump hole to teats, smothering her inner thighs.

Miss Aryn's calves and legs tensed up as a familiar, deep-tissue climax rocked through her body, a warm tingle coursing through her depths and making her eyes roll back in her skull. She'd enjoyed her fantasy, she'd written her blog, and now it was time to clean up after herself. With fingers still inside herself, tips applying pressure to her most sensitive spots and thumb idly rubbing at her clit, she found she was lacking the desire or motivation to move. She grabbed the laptop, laid it down on the table with the video playing on loop, and kept her digits inside herself, idly massaging her walls alongside every twitching orgasm.

That was the glory of being a mare; easy to please, and sensitive for an extended period of time. If she had the energy, she could have done that for half an hour straight, then gone for another half hour after only a ten minute break to drink and replenish her natural fluids. However, she had a date with Ilorek and Valencia - owners of the ranch that Oceris was stabled at.

Rather than clean herself up, she let her skirt drape over her legs as she stood up, leaving the mess on her inner thighs and the gentle scent of her own arousal wafting up over her. She loved that smell almost as much as the musk of a stallion. "Well, I have one hour to get to the ranch, and it takes about forty-five minutes to walk there. Leaves me fifteen minutes to pack up my stuff! And off I go!" She made a habit of talking to herself so that her home didn't sound so empty.

With fingers still moist from her brief self-encounter, she shut off her laptop, packed up some trail mix, brushed her teeth and mane, and headed out westbound along the ridge of Klyneth between the city limits and the surrounding tropical forest. All the while, her mind was drifting from one plotline to the next, putting together ideas and characters and scenarios that would be fun to write in all the settings she was walking by. Ranches, Farms, forests, plains, hills, shield, and every quaint farm house and windmill. The outskirts of Klyneth were a wonderful place, full of life, lush vegetation, and farmland, and it was all a great way to inspire the mare author. It was also a great way to relax when on the right blend of herbs.

After forty five minutes, she arrived at the edge of the driveway of Ilorek's ranch. She had been here before - a few months prior the last time she went on a trail ride between semesters - but she knew the location mostly thanks to the black and white gryphon that was grazing in the front pasture. That was Ceylon, a drake with clipped wings that Ilorek cared for after having it passed down by the prince and princess. Wonderful guy, he was, always playful but still dominant; one of the only non-stallions she would consider letting mount her. Em stepped up to the fence and tapped her hoof on the bottom rung, a symbol used to coax the gryphon over from the middle of the pasture over to her.

Ceylon looked up and perked his ears, quickly bounding over to see her with wings partially extended and beak open. He was chirping and rumbling a purr at the same time - a churr - as he nearly ran breast first into the fence next to her. When his head poked over the top of the fence, she extended a hand to caress his cheek and preen at his chest plumage, running fingers through the feathers; in response, he leaned down and slid the curve of his beak through her mane, tickling her neck and caressing just behind her ear.

"H-hey there, be nice." She cooed at him, body shuddering as she tried to hide her excitement. The stallions, drakes, and sires at this ranch were known for more than just being used as mounts; in fact, Ilorek's ranch was the location of some of the best feral on anthro adult entertainment in the region! Of course, only a few knew about this and could rent out the attractions, but Ilorek knew when one was here for a nice trail ride, or if they were here to be ridden. Em was a fan of both, and Ilorek had been begging her to film one of her excursions one time, but she refused. As a semi-famous author and respected member of the community, she didn't need anyone knowing about her carnal desires for ferals. Just not a good idea.

"Hey there! You're a little early!" A voice called out across the plains.

When Em looked up, she saw Valencia - Ilorek's tiny bachier wife - waving with her wing arm from atop one of the fence posts near the ranch home. "Hey!" Em called back, waving to the young woman that was greeting her.

Valencia hopped up over the fence and flapped a bit to glide out over the field a few meters off the ground, making her way over to Em, eventually perching herself up on one of the fence posts nearby. "So, Ilorek has Oceris ready, all saddled up with the side-bags filled with your amenities. He's going to ask about you filming yourself again, but I am giving you permission to slap him if that's what you want to do." She winked her emerald green eye and flicked her ear. "And seriously, please do for me."

Em shook her head. "Naw sugar, I'm just not that type. Just wanna go into the mountain trails, alone, and enjoy my vacation. Not in the mood to slap a hippogryph around."

"Well, if you say so. Come on, he's waiting." Valencia hopped from one fence post to the next, guiding Em down the driveway along the fields, with Ceylon following behind the two of them.

It became quickly clear that Ceylon was picking up on the faint aromas of Em's earlier endeavors; Gryphons were said to be attracted to equines both as a predator and as a lover. It was an odd relationship, for sure, but it was dotted throughout history and was a well known mythology surrounding the Gods themselves. She preferred not to question it, but she wasn't sure if Ceylon's attraction and interest in her was due to the fact that he was a ranch stud rented out to hens and mares and that Em had used his services in the past, or if it was just his nature to be particularly interested in mares. Either way, she was happy to lift her tail and wave the hairs to blow some of her scent his way.

She still had a flirtatious side in her, even though she was long past her partying days.

When they got to the big red barn, Em slipped her head through the sliding door to see Ilorek standing tall next to Oceris, brushing his mane and flank. Oceris was decked out with bridle, saddle, bags, and holster, almost entirely ready for a trail ride.

"Oh, hey there Miss Aryn. You're here early." He commented, not looking up from the stallion's coat. "Want to enjoy a tea before you go? You're not scheduled for another fifteen minutes."

"Indubitably!" She whinnied at him, throwing her mane back with a smile. "But please don't call me Miss Aryn. You know I hate that. It's Em or Eminy. I don't even make my students call me Miss Aryn."

"Whatever you say Miss Aryn." He joked. When he was done, he gave Oceris a pat on the belly, indicating he was done. "Alright, in the saddle bags, you've got a tent, mare-sized sleeping bag, a week's worth of food to supplement any vegetation you munch on during your trip, and all the things you need to make a fire and cook if you feel the need to. Anything for your laptop or phone are completely up to you." Ilorek grabbed the stallion's lead and offered it to Em. "Any questions?"

Em accepted the lead rope and gently tugged on it so that the massive stallion pressed his snout to her chest, his warm breath tickling under her blouse with every exhalation. "Nope, I've done this before."

He patted Oceris on the neck again, running his fingers through the stallion's mane. "There's also a camera in there in case you-"

"Sugar, do you want a smack?" Em asked, her southern drawl exposing itself. She was born with that inflection in her voice, but through years of writing, teaching, and presenting to groups, she'd learned to minimize it.

Ilorek winked and flicked his ear, swept back plumage standing on end. "Only if you give me a rub afterwards." He then turned and grabbed a white cowgirl hat, plopping it on Em's head with ears poking up through two holes. He brought his hands up with thumbs touching index finger tips to indicate shot composition. "Perfect, now you're even sexier than before!"

"You're such a perv, darling. Anyway, about that tea." She gave Oceris a tug and they all headed out to Ilorek's single story ranch home, where they enjoyed a tea and discussion about the subtleties of Oceris' training. As it turned out, Oceris was trained to stay loyal to any who rented him out, staying by their side and never straying far. It was explained that, if she left him off his lead rope at night, he wouldn't go far and would come back with a dual whistle, two right after another. Once the lesson was over and the tea cups were emptied, all three went outside and guided Oceris to the edge of the ranch, which was also the beginnings of the Great Saff'Rald Lake trail that wrapped fully around the body of water, with hundreds of side trails and on-ramps.

The moment she had the chance, Em hopped up onto the saddle and gently squeezed her hooves against Oceris' side, kicking him into a gentle trot. She was off, she was gone, and she wasn't going to come back for nearly a full week. She was free, and she knew all the right places to find the mushrooms she hoped to find. If nothing else, she'd get the writing inspiration she needed.

Em kept a firm hold on the reins as she focused on the woods around her. This low and this close to the ranch, the view was rather bland and simplistic; it wasn't until she made it to the mountains that the image of the vista was beautiful and worth the trip. Still, she couldn't get over the clarity in her mind that was offered by the sounds of nature around her. Birds chirped and bugs buzzed around her, a symphonic cacophony of droning noise that was a perfect way to absorb the charm of the wilderness. There were no car horns honking, no engines rumbling, no televisions bleating their messages to the masses, just her, a horse, and the path ahead of her.

This was her kind of vacation. This was what she did to recharge her batteries, which was ironic because this was the one place she couldn't literally charge her batteries. Once her laptop died, it was done for the rest of her trip. Perfect.

She had been out riding Oceris before, trekking along the shores of Great Lake Saff'Rald into the mountains at the foot of the infamous Cradle of Dalon, but this time he felt like he was much bigger than before; much thicker and stronger. His body was wider, his steps more confident, and his movements easier even with all the equipment slung over his rump end; Em had brought with her a whole camping set with a tent, blankets, pillows, cooking supplies, and enough food to last her a week. Of course, Oceris was an Arban stallion, a powerful remnant of an old feral hippogryph race that interbred with normal horses to the point where a band of feathers around his neck and shoulder was the last remnant of his avian roots. That breed was known to have the endurance of a light, small horse but the strength to match even the largest horses; the remnants of wing shoulders as the most prominent muscles on his back on either side of his spine.

"Alright, how are ya doing?" Em asked as she patted the base of Oceris' neck, pausing to relish the writhing muscles that were contracting and releasing under her palm. Oceris kept his pace while looking back over his shoulder at her, ears high as his head bobbed with every step. "Good boy. Real good boy."

This serenity allowed her the calmness she needed to focus on her writing. No students, no friends, no internet, no television, nothing but two equine companions trotting through the woods on a quest to reach the summit of one of the shorter mountains that lined the Cradle of Dalon. This was the right time to think up ideas about stories she wanted to write, and at that moment she was mostly feeling like she wanted to write something romantic. Maybe a tale of star-crossed lovers finding each other amidst a war between their nations; she quickly shot that one down, saying it was too cliché. How about a story featuring two lovers who were incompatible due to the difference in size between them, say a bulky stallion and a petite feline? That could be interesting, but interspecies love was a common trope in her circles, so she opted against it, only to then turn back around and put a spin on it. What if it was the other way around, with the mare as the larger than the smaller feline? Didn't do anything for her, but the thoughts of two in love that would do anything to please the other was certainly appealing.

The story took hold in her mind, where he was in love as deeply as he could be, and she was in love with him, even if his stature meant that it was quite challenging to make love. However, in a series of increasingly dramatic gestures, he does all he can to prove he cares about her, only to have her reciprocate by telling him she loves him for him! Still cliché, but with the right characters, scenarios, and just enough lewd, kinky action and anyone would want to read that!

With that thought being presented by her muse, she reached down into the nearest saddle bag and grabbed a notepad, writing her idea down to ensure she didn't forget it. When she was done with that, she pulled out a joint and lit up, holding the hit deep in her lungs for a half minute before exhaling with a cough. She pounded her chest a bit, and felt the mellow overwhelm her within minutes as the buzzing and chirping of birds started to distort. "There we go, that's the good stuff." She said to herself as Oceris kept on walking. Now that she was properly relaxed, she leaned back and rested her head on a lump of pillow that was coiled up in the leather of the holster near his rump, kicking her hooves up on tine pads over his shoulders. With her laying on her back, smoke billowing up out of her nostrils, she smiled and watched the trees scaling by overhead.

Within minutes she felt the full bodied chill of the joint, and all of her concerns melted off her to land in puddles over either side of Oceris, his huge hooves stepping in it; metaphorically, of course. That's what the herbs did to her, made her see, think, and feel things that weren't there while giving her a mellow buzz that ensured no anxiety or any other negative emotions would take her over. Sure, her perceptions were a little altered and quite psychedelic, but her dream-like state was one of comfort.

Unfortunately, it was also enough to lose the afternoon as it soothed her into sleep. By the time she emerged from her high, the sun was nearly set and the swirling colors of light streaming in through the leaves above were returning to their normal yellow and orange, the twisted and distorted sounds of the forest dissipating as night began to take over the day. It was time to set up camp. Oceris had been walking the whole time at a steady pace, hooves clopping on the dirt path and strong back muscles massaging her from beneath, seemingly impervious to her hooves on his shoulder or her body laying down with head resting on his rump. Though Em was a pretty big girl, Oceris was much larger, and he just didn't care about her peculiar way of riding him.

Luckily, when she fully woke and got to a sitting position, she realized she was near one of the camp sites she'd used last time she went this way, even though it looked a bit different since the seasons had taken their toll. She recognized the V-shaped tree and the cone shaped tree, with a path between them that led to a riverside camp ground just for her. "Hip." She commanded as she grabbed at the reins and squeezed his side a bit, guiding him through the peculiarly shaped trees.

Em emerged from the bushes into a long-grassed meadow in the shape of a crescent moon; on the back of it, the treeline traced the clearing, with a thick creek meandering through the inside of the meadow. There was another large clearing on the other side of the creek, but the entire clearing was surrounded on all sides by the treeline. Beautiful.

She guided Oceris up to the bank of the creek and hopped off, patting him on the shoulder before sliding down his side to undo the latches on his saddle bags. "Alright there hoss, time to relax. You've been a very good boy, and you need a drink." She sidestepped back to his head and cradled his chin, rubbing her snout to his as he stared with his golden eyes. He lipped her cheek a bit, then stepped forward to lean his head down and get a drink from the running water. With him distracted, Em returned to his haunches to take off the saddle bags, saddle, and holsters to let him get a bit of air against his sweaty back. The scent of stallion was strong in the air - like a cloud hanging low in the morning - which she enjoyed thoroughly.

After tossing the saddle, bags, and straps to the side, she returned to the stallion and pressed her cheek to his side. The herbs were still lingering in her system and the light gurgle of his belly sounded strangely like a magical battlefield to her. His chest heaved and expanded with every breath as he lipped at the surface of the creek, a splashing sound emanating from his gut as the water filled his belly.

"You're so damned beautiful." She said, eyes fluttering closed. Despite the odd situation, she was happy to just sit here, with her fingertips tickling his flank on one end, grabbing the base of his mane with the other. Once a few minutes had passed, she slipped one hand under his belly to tickle near his sheath, but then chickened out and opted instead to go make her tent and set up her camp. "Not yet, dear, not yet." She was mostly speaking to herself, but Oceris turned his head and cocked it to the side, one ear dropped as he grunted, stallion parts slowly emerging between his hind legs; his tail swished from side to side to dissuade the bugs from his rump end.

Despite actively trying to avoid getting a look at what he was packing, she couldn't help but glance over while she was removing the poles and fabric of the tent. Em focused on her balance while putting together the fibre poles that lifted the roof of the tent up a meter and a half; the tent itself was about four meters long, one meter wide and a meter and a half tall, giving her plenty of room to lay down, keep some of her belongings, and rest nicely on her pillow. It was like a barracks, long, wide, and short. Every new pole gave her another opportunity to glance over at Oceris' pole as he stayed next to the riverbank.

As she was finishing pitching the tent, she heard a splash as Oceris walked into the creek, water coming up to his knees as he let loose a steady stream of his own. While he relieved himself, she stopped to watch, catching only the faintest hints of the powerful, acrid stench. She knew it was gross and she certainly wasn't into that kind of thing, but there was something inherently majestic about a stallion standing knee deep in a lightly running creek while a plain spread out behind him that bled into the mountains that jutted up into the horizon, orange glow of the sunset bathing the land.

Upon completion of her tent, she tossed some of her personal stuff inside, unrolled her blanket and pillow, then sealed her food in a container near the opening while she grabbed for the utensils needed to make herself a bonfire that would allow her to cook some peppers. Not a traditional equine meal, but she loved charred peppers, especially when under the influence of herbs.

Em stood up straight, using her hoof to scrape at the ground and dig into the dirt until she had a half meter wide patch bare of grass. When that was all done, she went to the creek to grab some rocks - patting Oceris on his shoulder as she passed - to line the circle and ensure the flame wouldn't spread or cause a problem. She gathered up some dried leaves, grasses, and twigs from the treeline, then stacked up some larger sticks in a pyramid before sitting cross legged next to her makeshift bonfire.

This is where things got tricky.

See, Em Aryn was a scholar and an author, but she wasn't the most well-trained in the arts of Ademane manipulation. She knew how to trigger flame or freeze, but it wasn't something she regularly practiced. Under normal circumstances, she'd be able to ignite a small flame with relative ease, but when under the influence of herbs, remembering the proper ignition sequence of magic flame was quite challenging. Still, she knew she had to or she'd be facing a cold, cold night.

She took in a long, deep breath and cupped her palm around a pile of dried grass, using finger and thumb from her other hand to snap, creating a small spark. Em was quite happy to see the sudden flash of spark against her hand, but was disappointed to see that no ademane had been triggered.

Ademane was the glowing teal fluid that flowed through an agen's body alongside the veins and arteries, and there were major glands in the wrist that, when triggered, would release a light mist through a series of pores in the palm and fingertips. That mist could be triggered to do many things, such as ignite flames, freeze anything it touched, or heal wounds. Her intention was to release a small burst of this mist and ignite it, triggering the flame to start the bonfire. The complication that arose was that the ademane wasn't turning into a mist or fog, it was leaking out like blood trickling out of a series of pinpricks, only to be further exacerbated when she ignited it anyway.

She screamed and flailed about, trying her best to douse the flame; in that moment she felt as stupid as she ever had, but then remembered that herbs did that to her. She wasn't here to maintain her posture or position. She was here to get high, take in nature, enjoy her time alone, and enjoy the company of her stallion mount.

While she was waving her hand, Oceris stepped up behind her and rubbed his cheek to hers, nickering gently in her ear, warm breath tickling her mane. She shuddered in delight and sat on her hand, fully dousing the last of the flames that were billowing up off her fingertips, then used that warmth to caress his chin. "Hey there sexy. Glad to see you are as loyal as promised." She closed her eyes to nuzzle back, and when she opened them she saw that the flame had ignited in the pit and all but the tallest, thickest branches were alight.

Em smirked and got back to her feet, realizing that she needed to find her next high before this one wore off. Next up, psychotropic mushrooms that were known to grow in the dense underbrush and interwoven mess of grass around the barrier between meadow and forest. She got down real close where she saw the tell-tale flowers that grew nearby this particular strain of mushroom. Luckily, she quickly found a small patch of the wide-capped spores, so she picked them and brought them back to the bonfire, where Oceris was waiting for her.

The perfect way to enjoy these shrooms was to impale them - kebab style - and barbecue them over an open flame until they just started to puff out and go crispy, like a marshmallow. The flame ignited the chemicals within and the smoke that would be emanating from it was the effective chemicals, so the best bet was to eat it as fast as possible; the char was for flavor.

The mushrooms burst into flames within seconds, so she pulled them away from the fire, blew them off, then wrapped her tongue around the stick in one fell swoop, chewing them up fast and swallowing them before the nasty horse-ass flavor came out. When that was all done, she gulped heavy and fell back into the grass, arms spread as she watched the clear skies dotted with what looked like millions of stars and two massive moons. The effect of the mushrooms came on quickly, and she felt a familiar tingle ripple through her body, focused in her midsection and loins.

Above her, Oceris shifted to look down into her eyes, partially obscuring the view of the moon and stars. He snorted into her face with enough force to make her hat fall off into the grass, but she didn't bother to pick it up since the mushrooms were taking hold of her pretty quickly. The stars were starting to swirl and shift in the sky, bleeding into and out of the two moons, each one looking like a mini comet shooting in a different direction. "Whoa, these ones areeeerrrrserr...." She trailed off, lips refusing to make the shapes and sounds she wanted. Of course, it was true; the shrooms were taking effect much faster than she was used to, probably due to the fact that she had roasted them.

Her mind was addled, and within less than a minute she was having a hard time discerning between what was real and what was an hallucination, what was a dream and what existed in the waking world. Time distorted around her, the trees turned to look at her, and the grass was growing around her like a bed of sentient vines. She could feel the curl of the flames around her calves and the long feathering that covered her ankles intermingling, only to have that grass-vine tie with her hair. "Wh-whoah.....wowee." She murmured, trying to get up into a sitting position, but then cursed at herself when the grass grabbed her mane and refused to let go; she was trapped on her back, and the vines wouldn't let her go.

Rather than panic or get crazy, she simply enjoyed the serenity brought by her tangential lucidity, waving from side to side to counterbalance the rocking of the world around her. When she glanced down over her form between her breasts, she saw the fire form the shape of a serpent, twisting and coiling above her with tongues of flame flicking out like a snake's tongue, forked and flicky. Fliiiicky. FLICK-key. She reached out to grab the flame but the serpent backed away and burst into a cascade of embers, cackling and cracking alongside the flame.

Oceris snorted at her and lipped her forehead, grabbing at her mane while his eyes bulged out of his skull. His ears flicked, then extended to ten times their proper length to caress hers, the tips prodding inside her ear drums with enough force to lift and pull her out of the tangle of grass around her. The twisted reality hadn't fully grabbed her yet, and she was resisting the hallucinations with all her will. She was intelligent, she was a scholar and a lady, she was a master of her body and - When she turned she saw Oceris walking on two legs, one front hoof up holding a wine glass as he spoke in tongues at her.

She was a fool. A silly mare with silly dreams who dared not contest with the sheer masculine form of a graceful stallion who...had a bouquet of feathers hanging around his neck. But at the same time, he was feminine, girly, compassionate and gentle. He liked wine, as she did, at least until he fell back to all fours and trudged towards her, tail hair extending to triple its normal length out behind him, tangling with the crass around him and rooting itself in the ground.

Em stayed on her knees as she scuttled forward, hands extended towards Oceris away from the fire, the tickle of grass against her calves and thighs a gentle massage to her fine hairs. A fine massage at first, but within seconds it felt like she was covered with ants from the waist down! They were biting at her flesh, trekking up her thighs and under her skirt, digging in between the golden rings at the base of her tail! "Aaaah!" She cried out, falling to her belly and rolling around, slapping at her legs and hooves, trying the best to get the ants off. When the biting stopped, she looked down to see that...it was just dirt. Little clumps of dirt rubbed into her hair and ankle feathering. She was fine, and got further assurance from Oceris, who pressed his cheek go hers and lipped at her shoulder. Em got up to sit on her ankles, knees spread for balance while the world spun and shifted around her.

All she could see was that stallion, standing tall and proud with head held high and two moons behind him to accent his form. The band of feathers around his neck were standing on end to add to his majesty, a halo of blurred stars all looking like they were bursting away from his head. She scuffled towards him, legs parted and a familiar tickle sliding down her sex; she was soaking wet with desire, and the object of that desire was posturing and posing before her. Her hand slipped up between her inner thighs to gently prod at her lips, parting them and sliding inside with ease thanks to the viscous secretions her depths were pouring out over her fingers. A sudden sharp sensation of pleasure made her spine tense and her meaty clit wink, a spurt of mess bursting into her palm.

The stallion sniffed at the air as though he could smell her arousal, trudging his way over with head bobbing up and down with every step. He nestled the ridge of his muzzle up between her legs, lifting her skirt while his warm breath and whiskers tickled her vulva. She slowly pulled her hand out from under her skirt, folding the fabric up on her lap while parting her knees to ensure the easiest access to her depths. Oceris knew well enough what this meant, so he leaned in deeper and pressed the soft velvet of his snout against the silken flesh of her vulva, tongue extending to prod at her slit, only to have him quickly pull away and raise his head to the sky, lip peeled back as he sampled her scent.

She instinctively leaned back, pressing her chest out while shuffling on her hooves until her knee was up and she was resting on her rump, skirt folded up onto her belly and ruby red depths exposed to him. Her fingers walked down over her belly to rest on either of her lips, parting the flesh to form a heart shaped mound of inner flesh that poked out. Though her mind was focused on the sensations of her fingers prodding at her depths to expose herself, her mind was still twisted and warped, a fantasy of having a few dozen tendrils of grass snaking their way up her inner thigh to grow into her, parting her wide and gaping her from lips to womb, only to then have them invade her uterus and ball up in a tangle of vegetation within her. That ball of grass would form a shell, and be laid by her at a later time, if it didn't burst out of her belly and turn her into a living bloodvine host.

Em's eyes rolled back in her skull as she tried to blink the hallucinations away, ears standing on end and mane flowing behind her like she was in the middle of a storm. The more she thought about being invaded by a sentient swarm of grass-vines, the harder and deeper she slid her fingers. Two at first, then three, then four that she used to part her depths, then a fifth in her rump for a moment only to slide it up into her cunt with the others. She was leaning back as far as she would go, knees up and legs spread as she forced her entire fist into herself, an audible squelch escaping her depths between her knuckles alongside a spurt of her own ejaculate that splattered against her palm and trickled back into herself for added lubrication.

The stallion stepped over, head bobbing in such a way that, to her shroom-addled mind, he looked like he was galloping towards her with wind in his mane. She panicked, yanked her fist from herself with a pop and a squirt and a wink, then shuddered in horror with her soaking wet hand against her chest, each fingertip dripping her ejaculate between her breasts and down over her belly against her heaving chest. When she finally realized that he wasn't galloping at her and had stopped seconds ago, she fluttered her eyes shut, then open again to see his massive member dangling between his hind legs, the engorged, rounded tip nearly brushing at the top of the grass.

His motions made it swing from side to side, a gooey strand of his excitement extending down to wrap around the petals of a flower, forming a sticky web. In response, Em's desire hit its peak and she crawled fervently towards him on all fours, tail up and skirt folded onto her back to expose her long, pouty lips. A wink tensed up her pelvic muscles, folding out her meaty clitoris in an upside down heart shape that spewed a thin stream of her fluids into a mess over the grass between her legs. While up next to Oceris, she cradled the end of his member and hoisted it up to her lips, giving it a deep, tongue kiss to taste him.

The powerful stallion haunches tensed up in a buck, jamming his member up against her face with enough strength to knock her off balance; still, she held on tight for grip, fingers wrapped around his shaft up under the head. The pressure from her grip mixed with the flesh of her lips and tongue massaging the rivet in his glans seemed enough to excite him, for his flare quickly expanded against her snout and his urethral opening grew firm and gaped open, a spurt of precum exploding onto her tongue and down her throat.

Rather than gag or recoil, she pressed her lips around his head tight to make a seal, tongue prodding inside him to suckle and siphon more of his juices out. She closed her eyes and began to suckle, bobbing her head back and forth while her hands caressed and stroked up and down his length, gently tickling around his median ring and the moist, sweaty flesh of his sheath and balls. One set of fingers cradled one of his orbs like a Faberge egg while the other held firm around his shaft, squeezing tight as she used his precum and her own ejaculate to stroke up and down his length.

Oceris grunted and thrust against her again, only this time she took it as an invitation to lift her tail to him. She gave his cock tip one last squeeze, lick, and suck before turning around and getting to her hooves, struggling to stay up due to the dizziness brought on by the mushrooms. The stars were still swirling with spiral tails wrapped around each one, and the moon had a halo, but after the time she'd enjoyed the snack, the harshest hallucinations had died down. Every ripple of muscle contraction against her looked and felt like being caught in a massive wave, but she was able to focus more intently on the sensation of his throbbing member pressing against her palm, the warmth of his fluids soaking her wrist.

She opted to close her eyes, wrap her clean hand around Oceris' front leg for balance, and lean back into his cock. She guided it between her thighs so his engorged head pressed against her belly, soaking her with his fluids while her own secretions splashed against his shaft, dribbling around the girth and dripping into the grass below. Her legs were weak at the knees, but close together to hold him tight between her thighs as he whinnied and pushed into her. Had she not been holding on tight to his front leg, she'd have fallen flat on her face, but she was in fact pressed shoulder to his knee, so she was safely stabilized by him even as he leaned forward and stepped into her.

Em arched her back and lifted her tail high, peeling it to the side as she lowered her body, rubbing her silken lips against his length to relish the sensation of his wrinkles and ridges caressing her. His textures were heavenly, but she wanted to feel him inside her, so she slid her hand between her thighs and guided him up towards her lips, pushing his spongy tip against her opening while grinding back on him. She could feel his flesh squishing and squeezing to slide into her, but that was blown through as he bucked his hips, forcing himself into her with one fluid, aggressive thrust.

A long, whining howl escaped her lips as she whimpered and pushed back, an audible grunt and squelch emanating from under her tail as the air that was trapped escaped around his girth, spewing fluids everywhere over his shaft, soaking the velvet flesh near his base and sheath on the opposite end of his median ring. Her depths quivered in delight, tingling in pleasure as a buzz seemed to course through her. The hyper-sensitivity of her flesh could feel every beat of his heart as his cock veins throbbed; every slight movement he made her feel like his member was rotating inside her, his every bump, ridge, and wrinkle massaging her from within. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and with her eyes closed she was able to focus almost entirely on the sensation of his powerful muscles twitching alongside his throbbing heartbeat.

In response, she stomped her hoof down hard on the grass that was still trying to wrap around her ankles and tie with her fetlock feathering, grunting and pushing back as shy gyrated her hips against him. Her clit winked taut, the pressure forcing her fluids out under her skirt to splash in a puddle between them as she clenched her pelvic muscles as hard as she could go; the tightness nearly forced Oceris out of her, but he whinnied and bucked into her with enough power to puncture her cervix, head poking into her womb and exploding into a flare with one swift motion.

Her eyes shot open wide as his length plunged into her; she could feel the warmth of his seed filling her womb with every pulse of his urethral ridge, and it gave her a deep hotness that seemed to spread throughout her torso starting in her loins. With her eyes bulging open, a series of firefly-looking dots floated around her vision, only to dissipate into nothingness as she came to grow comfortable with his invasive member. Slowly, her eyes fluttered shut again as she grinded back down against him, clit winking and quivering walls shuddering against the bulge of his shaft. She could feel a rhythmic pulse through her from lips to cervix every time he pumped another eruption of seed into her depths, accented by a faster, more subtle beating of his veins in time with his heartbeat.

Though Em was a purveyor of male companionship and had a strong preference for stallionkind, she knew that few ferals had the stamina to go more than a few minutes at most. As such, she could feel his climax sloshing around in her gut, bits of its silky mess trickling out between her pussy walls and his throbbing flesh to dribble out over her engorged clit, but she didn't want him to pull out. Oceris was already going flaccid, his shaft shrinking inside her and flare plugged tight within her but quickly growing soft. It was comforting, yet the tugging sensation was pleasant if brisk.

One second and one step later, Oceris backed up and yanked his cock from her depths with a suction sensation and an audible pop, his half-formed flare bursting from her depths and leaving her gaping as his silken seed burst from her in a torrent, soaking her inner thighs. The motion of her stud made her release his leg and fall onto her chest, rump up and knees down, tail raised and cunt exposed. While she slid her hand up between her legs to prod at her tender vulva, she got the impression that her innards had been pulled out, lips parted like a blooming feather to expose the soft ruby flesh of her vaginal canal.

Another pelvic contraction squeezed her cavernous depths shut with a juicy squelch, the last of his seed being pushed out over her clit to land in a gooey mess between her legs. The shrooms still held onto her mind in such a way that she caught herself gently prodding at the soft lips of her sex, only to realize mid-prod that she had a sudden and intense craving for something creamy and silky. In one fluid motion she spun around - nearly falling onto her side - to grab at his retreating member, squeezing its shaft and tugging on the end to aim it towards her open maw. Fortune was upon her, as Oceris still had some juice left in him, because her touch woke him again as his cock swelled and the flare expanded in one brisk movement that erupted a gooey mess all over her face.

She pecked him on his gaping open urethral meatus, suckling gently enough to coax the last little bits from his shaft into her maw which she rolled over her tongue before swallowing. However, to her surprise, he loosed another shot in her face, covering her muzzle, snout, eyes, and mane. As she licked her lips, she grabbed her hat and placed it on her head, grinning devilishly and swallowing.

The scene around her slowly calmed itself as her sensual encounter went on; the tendrils of the grass had calmed, the blurry trails and halos around the stars dissipated, and the twisted monstrosities that were attached to Oceris had limited themselves to a gentle shift in fur and feathers. The world was still spinning and it felt like she was rocking on a ship at sea, but most things had calmed down. That was one problem with this strain of mushrooms, very potent, very quick acting, but the user would be lucky to get twenty five minutes of high before the effects dissipated and left them in a somewhat loopy state. Now, she was just dizzy and mellow.

Em rolled over onto her back and spread her arms again, staring up at the stars and the two moons. A silken fluid dribbled out onto her tail from between her lips, but she couldn't bare to touch herself again as she was far too sensitive. Oceris stepped up to her and partially obstructed her vision as he started lipping at her forehead and mane, but this time she simply fluttered her eyes shut and nuzzled into the tall, soft grass and fell into a particularly dreamy sleep.

"Gruuuu..." Em moaned as she writhed about on the ground, head heavy enough to keep her from rolling into a sitting position. She was spread eagle with legs parted wide towards the lightly smoldering camp fire, with skirt barely covering her nethers, yet she felt an odd tickle against her plump lips. Due to the fact she was only partially lucid after waking, she didn't take much note of it and simply dismissed it as residual effects from her trip the night before. However, the more of her sleep she shrugged off, the more clear it was that this was no shroom-induced tingle.

She lifted her skirt and slid her finger up between her lips, collecting some of her vaginal slime and little specks of something caught in it; when she brought it up to her face to look, she saw dozens of little black dots moving and writhing. Upon focusing her eyes, she saw it was a lot of little ants, likely collecting the sweet fluids she was secreting.

Dozens of ants, harvesting her cunt fluids.

Her eyes went wide and she bolted into an upright position, patting herself down and rubbing herself clean of any of the little critters that were invading her vulva. When she was certain she'd successfully cleaned herself, she walked away from where she was resting, returning to the tent she should have slept in. Oceris was standing tall next to it, munching some grass between the creek and the tent.

"Good boy." She complimented him as she stumbled over, nearly falling to her knee at the tent's opening. There were plenty of things she could do, but she opted to flop down on her belly, open her laptop, and write a thousand words about her divine experience the night before, describing the stars and stallion's halo without mentioning the herbs or mushrooms. Didn't want her readers thinking she would partake in such activities.

After finishing that up, she undressed and tossed her clothes into a sealed bag to protect them from predators - including ants. She was about to get dressed with some of the clean clothes she brought, but thought better of it. The wilderness was around her, what better way to honor it than by going au naturel? Nudity wasn't frowned upon in this part of the world, even if it was heavily implied that one should keep their modesty by covering up.

As a protest, she grabbed her hat, plopped it on her head, and hopped up onto Oceris bareback. She had an entire mountain range to explore and this would be her campground! The place she'd chosen to make her fire and set up a tent was well enough off the beaten path that none would likely find it, let alone steal from it. She was safe.

"Hip, hip." She commanded Oceris, grabbing the base of his mane while returning to the path that would lead her into the foothills of the mountain.