I walked back into the nursery of the Lunar Halls. "Foxglove, I'm officially back." I walked into the dark room and looked around. "Uh...hello?"

I walked around the cleared out front room and tried to figure out what happened. The cribs were gone, the foals were missing, everything was gone but the carpet. "Foxglove? Luna? Datura--"

"Heechu" A short sneeze came from above. I felt myself grow extremely nervous as I started looking up into the rafters. Foxglove was wedged between two cross beams, staring down on me.

"Oh shit...." I mumbled to myself as Foxglove grew an extremely wide smile.

She dropped out of the rafters like a lead weight, catching my neck and toppling me to the floor, landing back down on the soft carpet. I was face first in Foxglove's backside as she sat on my face. "It's happening, Ben, it's happening...." She grumbled needily as she leaned back, pressing her backside into my face. "I heard- about Wayne- tongue- face--" Foxglove started moaning as she ground her sex against my face. "Come on...please, you deserve it...."

I pushed Foxglove's ass off my face. "What- the fuck!?" I yelped out, quickly being silence by Foxglove forcing her rump back onto my face.

"No, you fucking do it! I was waiting up there for hours, you do this for me, I'll--" She started fumbling with my belt. "I- I'm gonna bite through this stupid thing!" She started tugging at my belt as she pressed her sex against my lips. I kept my mouth closed as she tried to wiggled herself around on my face. "Oh come on, just try it! We sleep together, we- you...have a foal...I take care of foals...we're friends...we've been friends, come on! I want this, why don't you!?"

I tried to speak, as soon as my mouth was open Foxglove jammed herself back and filled my mouth with a rather harsh flavor of cinnamon. My brain went nuts at this sudden revelation. I was torn between curiosity and pent up sexual frustration, and a complete desire not to be dominated by a mare half my size.

I pressed my tongue against her sex, trying to force her out of my mouth and getting another flavorful lick of her rather appetizing pussy. Foxglove let out a pleased moan as she shredded my belt with her teeth. "Se-ee, we could be so- happy--" Her voice shattered as My long tongue curled over itself and jammed against her lips, spreading her and hitting her moist insides.

I gave up as the heady smell of sex and the taste of her juices overtook my better senses. I shifted my hands from pushing her away to pulling her against my head. I decided there were truly worse fates then being forcibly ridden by a decent looking mate, and my actions might have been overtly leading her on. This was inevitable.

Foxglove's breathy moans quickly turned to loud squeaks and hisses as I pressed my tongue against her entrance, the added muscle mass and control making it like something out of a cheap Japanese porno. I had grown someone numb to the fact my tongue was longer, but the added control and force made each and every inch of my tongue extremely useful, slurping along her flower and jamming the sharpened tip of my tongue against her entrance.

My tongue grew, what I could only call, slimy as Foxglove's liquids spilled out and coated my tongue in a robust flavor. It felt disgustingly slippery, animalistic, dirty, and I enjoyed it. Foxglove locked up as I started trying to force my tongue inside of her. Her words turned to needy babble as I felt the flesh of my tongue squeeze past her hole and inside her.

"Dear- Lunaaa--" She clenched her inner walls around my tongue, smacking the top of my head with her tail. Her sex, expecting something solid, squeezed my tongue, letting it conform near perfectly with her insides. The fleshiness of my tongue making it perfect for touching every unexplored ridge and contour, going places a solid muscle just couldn't reach.

The feeling of her muscles squeezing my tongue as it slid deeper and deeper into her was amazing, Every inch of my tongue was jammed against her, a constant taste of cinnamon spice filled my senses, and a constant squeeze of my tongue as it slid in and out of her made me work just hard enough to my the tactile sense of forcing my meaty tongue through her fleshy hole simply euphoric.

The overly organic feeling of the situation reduced my brain to a single minded machine. Feel more heat, feel more squishyness, taste more flavor. I became a machine, working my tongue in and out of her tight hole and letting her juices flow down the base of my tongue. Even when she clamped down hard enough to stop my movements I kept trying, jamming myself up inside her and making her twitch and kick as she squirted over my tongue. "Dear fucking Luna's ghost!" Foxglove screamed shrilly as she came, stifling herself by taking my clothed bulge into her mouth and clamping down.

I felt myself stain my boxers as Foxglove lapped at my head through the thin cloth. I left my tongue inside her as I went limp, my overstimulated mind too lost to fully enjoy the sudden ejaculation Foxglove was slurping up.

Eventually Foxglove tried to stand, her legs shaking violently as she pulled herself away, my tongue sliding out of her and flopping against my chin. She stood for a second before loosing her balance and sitting down on my chest. "My legs won't stop shaking." She laughed nervously. "Ben, Ben, my legs won't stop."

I set her next to me and sat upright. Foxglove quickly fell to her side and started crying, her wings wrapping her body up. "Ben...Ben I need you...I need you right now."

I picked her off the floor, laying her across my lap and dragging my damp body to a wall. "It's okay-" I slurped my wet tongue back into my mouth. "It's okay...." I sat her upright and pulled her against my chest. "Don't cry."

Foxglove buried her face in her wings. "Ben...are we together? I need to know if we're together...."

"You've been sleeping in my bed...you've helped me through my, change, and we just- yes...yes we're together."

"Can I bite you!?" She asked, her voice extremely panicked. "I need to Ben, I need to right now!"

I forced my hand into her wing cocoon and felt her latch on. She bit and suckled at the inside of my thumb, sinking her teeth into my palm and calming down. Her whimpers died down as she continued to suckle and chew. "Ben...we have everything."

"What?"

Foxglove peeked out of her little cocoon, eyes bloodshot from her sudden emotional release. "Ben, I've got everything. They're moving us to a big building down the street, a bunch of humans donated a bunch of money and time, I have you, you have Wayne, everything's amazing."

I smiled softly at her. "Is that why this place is empty?"

"Mmmhmm."

I curled my free hand around her head, cradling her against my chest. "Then why are you crying?"

"Because everything's amazing you dumbass!" She snapped at me, throwing my hand out of her wings. "Now hug me and tell me you love me!"