~ Willows Downfall ~
Willow, a young Unicorn, is protector and guardian over a large tract of woodlands. When human's break the covenant between Nature and themselves, Willow comes up with what she thinks will be a satisfactory solution - as she can not make stop cutting down the trees? She will just seduce and release the horse they use to pull their sleds...
~ Willows Downfall ~
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
17thSeptember, 2021
All Rights Reserved
Willow sprawled on her belly, her cloven hooves tucked in close against her. With a sigh of contentment. Idly, one ear flicking, she cast her gaze over the grove. Indeed, all seemed right in the woods. Sunlight flickered and created dapples of light and shade over her white furred hide, her ivory horn glistening. So in touch was she with the natural world around her, it come as a shock to her system when she suddenly felt sharp pain lance through her.
Rolling to her feet, she braced herself as her knees threatened to crumble beneath her as it felt the very earth itself cried out beneath her feathered cloven hooves. Her lavender eyes narrowed as she focused her mind and allowed herself to open to the world as wide as she could - seeking a location for this terrible injustice.
Swiftly, her mind fixated onto the distant edge of the forest. Concentrating, she focused down and through the very plants and animals, she saw fragments of what they saw. With a snort, she tossed her proud, noble head and pawed at the ground before she twisted and vanished like a wraith into the forest.
*
Crouching down, Willow's heart sank as she watched the humans as their cruel devices hacked away at a majestic oak. It was almost as old as she herself, the wisdom of hundreds of years in its quiet, contemplative whispering. Closing her eyes, Willow cut herself off from the tree and its pain, before she snorted through pale nostrils and trembled.
Such injustice! They knew these woods were sacred and protected - had man truly broken its covenant with Nature?
A snort made her ears snap backwards, before a mischievous smile spread across her lips. If they would not respect the wood, she would teach them... Once again, without a sound, Willow slipped back into the shadows of the forest and planned her vengeance against those who violated her woods.
*
Willow peeked from behind a thick shrub, catching sight of a large and powerful horse who was trussed with thick leather straps and hitched to a large log that had been recently felled and cut. Her senses stretched out, Willow soon discovered it was only her and this equine, whose expression was one of misery and boredom.
"No, this will not stand!" Willow spoke softly, her voice like a gentle breeze as her grin spread wider. "You will be the instrument of their punishment dear heart."
Willow stepped from the forest and the horse snorted in surprise, its ears snapping forwards. Willow trotted over to him, then as they touched noses and shared breath, the large equine who towered over her squealed and snorted.
"Oh...oh...my!" Willow gasped, eyes widening and a smile spreading from one ear to the other.
Stamping its front hoof, the Shire flexed and strained at the harness that held it as the alluring scent of the mare before him struck it like lightning.
"Be at peace my friend," Willow murmured, as she lightly touched her horn to his chest.
Instantly, the equine stood at rest, cocking one hind hoof up. Willow brushed past him, flicking her brush tip of a tail across his nose as she reaffirmed what she'd suspected. He was a male -quite - a male, as her eyes widened at the large leathery sheath near his hind legs and the black of the large, well formed scrotum.
Willow shuddered from ears to tail, she couldn't help it.
"Stand easy..." Willow snickered.
Thinking for a moment, Willow grinned and she twisted her head and took a step forwards. Her tongue licked up one edge of the sheath and then the other, tasting the salty sweat and his masculinity. He twitched and Willow giggled as the penile head peeked like a shy mouse from its hole. Willow's lips brushed against it, lathering the stallion's firming penis with saliva as she began to swish her tail from side to side.
As more and more of the length slid forth, Willow snickered and opened her muzzle as wide as she dared, carefully taking the first tentative slurps, her tongue quickly pressed to the bottom of her muzzle as he firmed within her mouth.
Easy..._Willow mentally projected to him. _You're way bigger than I expected!
He stepped from one hoof to the other and back again, quivering and snorting. Willow quickly dropped to her front knees, as at least half of the stallions length pushed forwards out of his sheath.
Eagerly, Willow used her muzzle and tongue to good use, sliding all the way back to the flaring penile head and taking a quick breath through her nostrils. As her salivary glands filled her muzzle, she used it and her tongue to coat the stallions quite impressive member as she worked back down towards his medial ring.
Oh..._Willow's mind whirled. _Silly foal, what do you think you're...
Willow's eyes bulged, as the Stallion grunted and thrust forwards, sliding his length to the hilt, the warm slit slapping against her lips. With a gasp, Willow pulled her head back and choked, saliva dripping from her muzzle as she panted and trembled.
Silly girl! Her mind told her. You need to control him, he acts on instinct, not thought and emotion like you!
Willow coughed, then glanced at the impressive member that strained and slapped against his belly.
You can't... Her mind warned her.
A smile spread across Willow's muzzle and her eyes narrowed, crinkling into a mischievous grin again.
"I can...and by the Great Oak, I will!" Willow murmured.
Summoning strength and magick from the world around her, a gift freely given, Willow stepped back and looked at the harness that bound the stallion.
"By my will, power and strong, do I release you!" Willow spoke and tapped her horn against him.
His body trembled, as the straps snapped and fell to the ground, before he stared at her and then shook himself.
"No more shall humanity rule over you, from now until your end of days, shall you be free!" Willow nodded and touched noses with him again.
He snorted, ears twitching too and fro, before he nudged her and Willow giggled, before she turned about and flicked her brush-like tail against his nose. He snorted through his nostrils then nudged her again, this time, nearly knocking her off her cloven hooves.
"Hey!" Willow squeaked, then she moved away as he reared up at her. "Woah...no, not...not yet!"
Willow trotted a few paces away, then turned her head to look back at him. Confused, the Stallion took a tentative step, his firm length slapping against his belly as he took another.
"Good, come, come to me my stallion..." Willow nickered, then trotted into the woods.
With a snort, the Stallion followed, drawn by the alluring scent of Willow's pheromones that ensnared his heart and mind.
*
Far from where they had first met, Willow trotted around the stallion who nickered and stamped his hoof. Willow played hard to get with him, not out of any maliciousness or such emotion, she just wanted to test his resolve and strength as she watched him stomp after her.
Tiring of the game, the stallion suddenly lunged forwards and Willow gasped as she felt his forelegs slip over her hind hips then grip her tight.
"Wait!" Willow squealed.
Biting down on the back of her nape, the Stallion snorted and began thrusting against her rump, probing against her pale thighs as he bit down harder.
"Wait...no..." Willow's eyes widened.
At last, the stallion pushed forwards and Willow's head flew back as she whinnied loud and long as he gripped her in a tight, crushing grasp and began to thrust his hips forwards. Willow felt her folds give under the pressure and he wasted little time as he quickly slid himself halfway into this strange mare.
Willow's knees bucked under the weight of him and his strong, powerful thrusts, it was all she could do to stay standing as he took a tighter grip on her nape and began thrusting with force and conviction. Her eyes were wide and tears streamed down her furred cheeks as the stallion bred her.
For an indeterminate time, he thrust within her, his forelegs gripping and squeezing, hind hips driving himself against her again and again, a his tail flagged and at last, Willow yelped as she felt the flare within her. He kept thrusting as one powerful spurt after another gushed forth within her.
"Urk - " Willow gurgled.
She thought his orgasm would never cease - it filled her and flooded her - she squeezed down with her muscles instinctively, sending a squirt of the stallions seed spurting from her hindquarters. Willow's knees crumbled and she dropped, her forelegs folding beneath her as the powerful shire continued to hold her up with his mating grasp.
Finally, he released her nape and with a loud, wet squelch, his erection softened and slipped from her vagina - a gush of the sticky semen ejected as he dismounted. Willow collapsed to the ground, panting and shaking. Whilst an experienced mare - she'd never ever mated with one like this...
He stood, his penis dribbling the last of his seed onto the ground, as Willow lay beneath him, her muzzle open and great gasps of air flowing through her muzzle and nose. He snorted and nickered at her, then nudged her rump, almost as if demanding she stand to be serviced again.
Willow's eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder at him, shock and disbelief in her eyes as he snorted, nudged her again and bit her on the rump, insistently and with determination.
"Oh Goddess forgive me..." Willow panted, sweat breaking out over her body. "What have I done..."
"I told you... Came a voice, seemingly from the forest that surrounded her. "Pride come before the fall little one, I assure you, your descent has only begun..."
END