S4E7-2 - The Garden Trellis by Aubrieta Rose

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On tonight's episode, Christopher, a tricksy gremlin and Abigail, a Unicorn, are spending a day playing in the garden. However, when Abigail gets stuck in a garden trellis, a mysterious stranger arrives just in time to 'help' the poor unicorn escape.

Please enjoy, The Garden Trellis by Aubrieta Rose

"Christopher, you bring that back right now!"

The gremlin chittered a laugh at Abigail, dancing just out of her reach yet again. Morning dewdrops scattered off the leaves and flowers of her little garden as he scampered past. She stomped a cloven hoof, pretending to glare as the scoundrel paused to taunt her, dangling her garden trowel from between two grabby little fingers. "C'mon, Gail, you almost had it that time!"

"Ooh..." She sidled close, only to miss the clever gremlin once more. "You are in so much trouble when I get my hands on you."

Christopher vanished at a grab of the unicorn's hand, reappearing with his long rodent legs balanced across a flower pot some dozen feet away. "Only if you get your hands on me!"

"That's cheating," she muttered with a pout. She wasn't using magic. Usually the delightfully mischievous gremlins didn't either. There weren't any official rules to these silly games of theirs, but maybe there should be. It'd be way too easy if she magicked her way over to catch him, and where was the fun in that?

"Sorry..." Those big ears of his must've picked up her murmur. He didn't sound very penitent, though. "I promise I won't pop out again," he continued, perking up with a wide grin and a waggle of his long tail. "But only if you don't either!"

"You know I'd never be caught cheating like that!" Abigail laughed in response.

"Promise?"

His eyes were wide with the spark of some kind of plan. Too darned cute. Abigail smirked. "Sure, I promise."

She attempted a charge, and Christopher dived out of the way at the last moment with a squeak.

"Then come and get it!" the gremlin's sing-song voice trailed back at her, just as he sprang through the biggest gap in the middle of one of the decorative garden trellises.

Abigail took the obvious bait. She dove through horn-first, fingers just brushing a whisper of the gremlin's tail fur as she was stopped short. Her hips were just a touch too wide to fit through. "You - sneaky - little - " She tried to reverse course, catching the metal rings of the trellis in her hands and scrambling with her back hooves. Looping, leafy vines that had parted to allow her passage felt suddenly taut around her middle. They tangled around her waist and wrapped beneath her breasts, and try as she might, she couldn't back out. Her struggles lasted just a moment more before she slumped, tail drooped in defeat. No way forward, no way back, and her bare bottom hanging out for all to see. A trick of nature, or more gremlin magic?

"Nice and stuck?" Christopher giggled, all but confirming it.

She gave him an appraising glower. "You know, if you wanted to test a new toy on me, you could've just asked."

"Not today!" he chirped, before lowering his head with a cheeky grin. "You're the one who goes and sets these things up with conveniently-sized gaps in the middle."

Abigail formed her mouth into a well-practiced O of innocent shock. "They are entirely decorative."

Her left ear always gave a twitch when she bent the truth a little. She hoped no one noticed.

"Sure they are..." Christopher paused, looking around, before scrambling to push a heavy stoneware planter over. She watched him, bemused, until she realized it was just the right height to lean her hands against to get a little more comfortable. Something she probably should have thought of. Not that she was about to thank the little scoundrel for the minor convenience. If this wasn't a ploy to test out one of the newest gremlin-made kinky toys on her vulnerable hindquarters, she wasn't quite sure what to make of the turn their game had taken. Was he just looking to have some fun with her himself? That wasn't a gremlin's usual style - as sex went, they usually preferred the role of bratty little bottoms. Christopher especially.

Maybe he'd decided to branch out. She pondered that with a wry grin. Could be a fun change of pace.

"Christopher, what's this about?"

Quick as a flash, he hopped up on the planter and kissed the tip of her nose. "You'll see."

She tried for a grab, but the gremlin bounced back to the ground again, just as quick. He turned and smirked, tilting his rodent muzzle up at her. "You won't magic your way out until..?"

"Until what?"

He giggled again, shrugging. "Oh, you'll know when."

Abigail sighed at him. "Well, I did promise, didn't I? This had better be good."

Christopher gave her a winning smile, flashing a bright row of pointy little teeth. "Trust me!" He turned and scampered off into the bushes on three of his four sneaky little feet, one hand still gripping her gardening tool.

"And leave my trowel!" Abigail called to his disappearing tail and echoing laugh. She stared after him, almost affronted she'd just leave her dangling like this. Literally. "So I can give you a thwack with it next time I see you," she added under her breath.

This time, there was no response.

She was alone.

"Chris-to-pher..?" she sang out after a long moment of silence. Nothing. He really had just left.

So, Abigail was supposed to wait? For what? Here she was, bent over and quite firmly stuck, with nothing but the swish of her slender tail to hide her cute heart-shaped rear and the delicate folds of her labia. If someone were to happen by... whatever would they think? Whatever would they do with her poor, sweet, oh-so-trapped body?

Her core warmed to the naughty thought, belly tightening as her breath caught. Oh, this really could be fun! She shuffled her hooves in anticipation, the first delicate trickle of moisture tickling down her inner thigh. The very trellis that held her trapped also kept her from reaching back to satisfy her growing want. Such a devious trap!

Never mind it was one of her own making.

As the long minutes passed, though, curiosity and excitement turned to puzzled frustration. The sun had just begun to peek over the garden wall, warm and pleasant on her rear. Birds sang sweet little songs. Her fountain gurgled its tune. Little else. She pouted, tapping her fingers against the plant pot, pressing and rubbing her thighs together to get just a hint of relief.

How long was she to wait, poor entangled thing that she was? Christopher would never be so cruel as a prank. She was sure of it. Something must have gone awry with his little scheme. Abigail would make sure the little scamp never heard the end of it. Surely she'd waited long enough. Surely no one could possibly blame her for magicking her way free of this silly predicament. Surely it wouldn't be breaking her promise - she'd waited patiently for so many minutes, after all!

She'd just about made up her mind, when a sound floated by. Soft. Then another.

Crunch.

Clop.

Footfalls?

Her long ears perked up, swiveling to catch the sound.

No, not ordinary footsteps. Hooves. Growing closer. And they belonged to someone...

Big.

Her heart pattered in delighted trepidation. Oh, but this was exciting! She turned to try and get a glimpse of whoever approached, but if the vine-choked trellis wasn't enough, it was just the perfect angle for the sun to be right in her eyes. The best she caught was the flash of a large silhouette as a shadow fell over her.

"Hello?" Abigail called out in her sweetest, most innocent voice.

The voice that responded couldn't have been more different. Low. Masculine. Deep enough to rumble right through her and instantly rekindle the heat between her aching thighs. "You, ah..." he paused, as though considering his words. Or maybe hiding a chuckle. "Need a hand there?"

"Oh, no," she giggled, left ear giving that silly little twitch. "This is just how I relax. Yoga. You know."

"I see," he said earnestly. "My mistake. You, ah, haven't seen a gremlin pass by here, have you?"

Was he playing along, or did he actually believe her? She weighed the tone of his voice and realized this hulking stranger might actually have missed her attempt at sarcasm. And stranger indeed! She would absolutely know that husky voice if she'd ever heard it before. There couldn't be that many people in the Forest she hadn't met yet, could there? Ooh, maybe he was new! Or maybe someone who'd been here a while and only just changed to this wonderfully big, hoofed - whatever he was. Curiosity gnawed at her.

But the mystery was even more fun.

"You mean Christopher? Did that little scoundrel steal something from you too?"

A pause. The shuffle of big, heavy hooves. Abigail hoped he noticed her excited shiver. "Ah, no," he muttered at last. "He caught me at an, ah... inopportune moment." The stranger rounded his words off with a little cough.

"Oh?" Abigail hid her laugh. Sounded for all the world like the gremlin caught the big guy with his pants down. The Forest did like to attract the kinky ones, didn't it?

"Instead of teasing me, he just started jumping up and down, all excited, and said he wanted to show me something. Told me to wait a few minutes, then follow him up this path. Didn't even give me a chance to ask what he was on about."

"Well, that does sound like Christopher." Abigail turned her head around on her long cervine neck, hoping for a better glimpse, but it was hopeless. He was nothing but a big, sun-touched silhouette casting a long shadow over her and her trellis. Were those ears, or horns? He certainly had lovely wide shoulders. Biting her lip, she gave her bottom a surreptitious wiggle. "I'm pretty sure I know what he wanted to show you, though. Enjoying the view?"

She might've missed the little hitch in the stranger's breath if she hadn't been listening for it. Oh, he definitely had his eyes on her. The thought warmed her through and through. She swept her tail to one side and gave another, more pronounced wiggle, just to make sure he couldn't tear his eyes away.

"I, ah - well. Very much. Yes. If I'm being honest."

Oh, goodness, sweet and shy? And trying so hard to be a gentleman. He was just too precious for words.

"Tell you what," she said. "Let's pretend I really am very, very stuck, and you're the hero who's come along to rescue poor, innocent me." Another wiggle, prompting another low exhalation from her mystery suitor. "And in return, I'm so very grateful that I let you do... anything you want with me. Anything at all."

Clop. He'd stepped closer. She could just about feel the heat radiating from his body.

"You know, some would... take advantage of an offer like that."

They'd better! Abigail thought, swallowing an eager grin. She swept her tail around, brushing what must've been his thigh. Unyielding as a tree trunk.

Big, muscly... hooves, maybe-ears-maybe-horns, lovely deep voice, sweet, shy and just a bit dense...

Oh, please let his cock be even half as much fun as the rest of him.

"I'd never make the offer if I didn't mean it," she purred.

Strong hands took a grip on either side of her arse, sudden enough that she tensed and squealed in surprise. She felt them move down, prying her legs apart slow. She felt the heat and weight of him shuffle nearer, wet and trembling in anticipation as she was sure he must be lining himself up to take her...

Thump.

It took a moment to realize the heavy sound was him dropping to his knees, and in that moment, a thick, hot tongue traveled up her inner thigh. Tickling. Sweeping up the trail of arousal that dripped freely down her leg. Abigail cried out in surprise and tried to wiggle free as the tongue kept accosting her sensitive thighs, but those hands kept her still and the trellis kept her captive. Her own knuckles ached from gripping the edge of the flower pot so hard. He kept going until the inner tracks of her legs weren't so much clean as wetted through from the moisture of his own tongue. His nose was soft, wet, and chilly against the sparse fur and flesh, and she felt him panting hot breaths against her.

"Mm... you smell like hibiscus petals, you know that?"

Well, that was silly, she thought. With her garden in full bloom, there were flowers all around them. But let him have the cute romantic notion. "I... I do?"

"Mm-hmm," he sighed, sniffing again, then licking slowly higher. "Taste like them too. Sweet and tangy."

His tongue crested the outer fold of her labia, then dipped lower again, feather soft against the fur of her inner leg. She whimpered.

"If that's so good, wouldn't you love to taste the source?"

"Ah, but what could be better than this?" Another tickly taste of her thigh. She almost wept from the teasing frustration.

"P-please..."

The stranger paused. Those strong hands tightened ever so slightly, thumbs massaging the back of her thighs. She just about cursed the new trails of arousal that trickled down unbidden to replace his previous feast. His massaging thumbs trailed through the slick, spreading the wetness through her downy fur. "Well..." his deep voice vibrated right through her, threatening to make her come undone right then and there. "If you insist."

His tongue followed his words resonating against her sex, exploring the folds with a mastery she could not have expected. He knew just where to go, drawing back the little hood over her aching clitoris, pressing and rubbing his tongue up the length, along the side, all around. Her arms went straight in an instant, back arching all the way up through her long neck, legs trembling and tense. He drove at her with such intensity that she could barely catch her breath to moan, her mouth open in a soundless gasp.

And then he slowed. Still circling her clitoris with his tongue, but gentle now, taunting.

"You were right." Even his whisper was thunder. "The source is sweeter still."

"Oh, please..." She loved and hated how easily he made her beg. She was the one who was meant to have him wrapped around her little finger - but caught in her trap, stuck tight and dangling so near the edge of an orgasm, she was at his mercy in every possible sense of the word. It was a new thrill, a delectable thrill, and it rivaled anything she'd felt for a long while. "Please don't stop - ah!"

The stranger chose that moment to strike, the full and considerable girth of his muscular tongue driving so deep into her body that she writhed in shock. Shock turned to ecstasy as he curled his tongue within her, then pulled back out again. "Do you want to come around my tongue, my sweet captive flower?"

"Oh... oh, yes... yes!"

His tongue entered her again, slid back, drove forward hard. The pistoning thrust was almost enough, when one of his hands moved between her legs. The tough leather of his finger, made soft and slippery with her arousal, began to tease her exposed clitoris. She gasped in agonized delight as the press of his finger intensified, matching the rhythm of his delving tongue, and it was beyond anything she could withstand. She lifted her head with a cry of deepest bliss, clenching around his thick tongue as the cresting swell of her orgasm burned away all other thought. Her world was that tongue, that hand, that hot, panting mouth against her. Her hammering heart. Her own lost breaths, her body going soft and limp and held up only by his strong grip.

A grip that tightened as he shifted. His tongue withdrew, trailing the slickness of her body with it. His shadow fell back over the trellis, over her. He leaned his great head against the trellis, and even still she couldn't get a good look at him. He was huffing harder, licking his lips, each exhalation very nearly a snarl. One hand left her thigh and she felt the motion of him stroking himself. Felt the heat of his cock, then the kiss of it against her thigh. He shuddered, holding back.

Her giggle was as breathless as it was eager. She had promised him whatever he wanted, after all. And he was still hesitating.

"Come on, big boy," she breathed, giving him a thwap with her tail. "Show me what you've got."

It was enough to break his resolve. Wordless, hungry, he pressed the tip of his cock to her waiting entrance. No taper, the tip was wide, flared. Rock hard, thick, and blazing with the heat of need. Slippery with his own precum and the mingling of her arousal and his own saliva, a single heavy thrust drove him as deep as his tongue had gone. She gasped, sensitive nerves still alight from her climax. Another thrust. Deeper. Every motion drew a strangled cry from her lips, throat already raw. He pounded into her hard, burying himself full to the hilt with every thrust. All pretense of gentleness drowned by instinct and desire.

And she took every stroke, moaning in delight when she felt his balls slap against the curve of her body, drinking in his want and his wild abandon. The sheer power and desperation of his thrusts. Now, he was the one begging - or he would, if he had words to beg.

Her ache of overstimulation was rapidly giving way to the gnawing of renewed lust, heat pooling in her belly all over again as he rutted her without mercy. Yet it wasn't quite enough. She felt him stiffen, his groans turning to ferocious, low grunts, one hand crashing against the trellis as the other tugged hard at her waist. Pulling her body in to meet the thrusts of his rigid, shuddering body.

She wasn't close enough, not yet, and he was going to -

The stranger slammed his cock deep with a long, tremulous moan, and a sudden, new heat flared inside of her as he came. He drew back, and thick semen dribbled out around his cock before he thrust home again and a second flood spilled within her. Then a third, cum dripping down her thighs, pooling at her cloven hooves. Abigail's legs shivered with the effort of standing straight, so much more still tight and full inside of her, trapped there by his girth.

He circled his other hand back around her waist, holding her in place as he slowly withdrew every interminable inch of his cock. The torrent that followed made her gasp and groan, and she might've buckled in relief if it weren't for his firm grip.

Dear sweet mercy.

He held her for a long moment, breath coming in heavy huffs. "Not regretting that offer yet, are you?" he murmured at last, with a deep chuckle.

"Ohh, not in the least." Abigail had to catch her breath before returning a winning smile back to the silhouette she still couldn't make out. Then, the words registered. "Wait... yet?"

"Ah, you thought I was done?" One of his hands withdrew, and but a moment later she felt the still hot, still oh-so-rigid tip of his cock teasing her throbbing clitoris. She gave a whimper of realization. "Guess I should've warned you. I'm good to go a couple times, at least."

She couldn't help an eager giggle, wiggling to press her sensitive bud against his cock. "You really gonna come that much again?"

"Mm-hmm," he rumbled, amused. He used one hand to grind his whole shaft up into the folds of her labia, sliding back and forth through them while the ridged upper edge ran over her clit. "You didn't seem to mind, though, did you? And I like to take it slow the second time."

He drew back, and she could feel him reposition to align their bodies, just a moment before her vaginal walls were stretched to take him once more. Slowly, just like he threatened. He entered her a tortuous inch at a time, one single, long motion that buried him inside of her completely before he was through. Abigail clutched at the plant pot, groaning. She desperately wanted him to resume his hard thrusts, but the firm grip of his hand - soon joined again by his other on her opposite hip - wouldn't let her move more than he allowed.

"Nice and slow," he whispered again, "so I can feel all of you. I'm going to fill you up again, and I'm going to make you come around my cock, just like you came around my tongue. But first, I'm going to ride you for a good... long... time. You're so warm, so tight..."

Abigail clenched her muscles, laughing as he grunted.

"Oh, frisky, are you?" He caught hold of her tail, and used the tip to give her a delicate thwack on the arse. She rocked forward with an indignant noise of surprise, only for him to tug her back until he was fully immersed in her body and her rear pressed against his muscular stomach. She could feel the heat of him throbbing inside of her, aching to speed up just as much as she wanted him to. Oh, but she liked this bolder side of him!

She risked another squeeze of her thighs.

He laughed and drew back until she could feel nothing but the very tip of his glans, just kissing the entrance of her body. He massaged his thumbs across her arse again. "If you're going to be like that, maybe next time I'll bring a riding crop. Make sure my mount behaves herself. Would you like that?"

"You think you're gonna catch me in such a... compromised position again?"

The stranger continued to stroke for a moment, before burying back into her in a sudden thrust. He leaned down, until she could feel the tickle of his hot panting breath against her lower back. He gave her flank a gentle nip, chuckling as she whimpered and stomped one of her dainty hooves in surprise. "I think I just might."

Abigail dipped her long neck to glance back. Just for a moment, leaning down as he was, the stranger was shaded just enough from the sunlit glare that she caught a glimpse of his pale, cream-white fur. A face with a tapered muzzle, a thick neck covered in a ruff of long fur. From this angle, she saw a long, round ear that tapered rather like her own, bright where the sun glowed through it. She thought she could still see the distinction of horns, maybe, but he rose up again before she got a good look.

Dang it all! She was dying for a better look, but at the same time, being taken - being used - by this complete stranger was so ridiculously sexy, she could hardly bear it. Would he really bring a crop next time? Ohh - maybe other toys too? Her muscles clenching this time was entirely involuntary, but he rewarded her with another thrust - then another. He was edging on losing control again. She teased and he grunted, his motions tense as his grip intensified.

One hand dipped around her thigh, a big finger running down between her legs to taunt her clitoris with a whisper of a touch. She just about melted to the sound of his deliciously deep growl. "Be good, little flower. I don't want to come again so soon. I'm - mm - enjoying you far too much."

No - she was not going to beg again! She refused! She was -

"Ahh!" Abigail shuddered as he timed the pressure of his questing fingers to another thrust of nearly his entire length at once. The stranger returned to a feather-light touch as he withdrew to his tip, then buried himself once more in a single, long motion. Every thrust brought the relief of a pressing massage of her clitoris, every retreat the frustration of a tickling, cruel tease. Over and over, he made the heat in her belly surge, only to allow it to fade back again as he rode her so slow, so achingly slow. Whispering every time about how good she felt, how warm she was. How much he loved the little urgent noises she made. She attempted to push back, but he held her firm. Every time she dared clench her muscles to try and drive him over the edge, he stopped entirely and drew away from her clit, chuckling, expertly massaging her arse for longer and longer each time until she gave in and obeyed his whim.

Be good.

As though he felt her surrender, his pace at last sped up. Delightfully sore from being teased for so long, the heavier, shorter thrusts were an ambrosia that she rewarded with a soft cry with every motion. Her core was smoldering embers that threatened to burst into flame with every thrust, so close, so very close for so very long. The stranger seemed to know exactly how to touch her to drive her right to the edge - and exactly when to draw away and leave her panting and trying oh-so-hard not to beg him for release.

His motions had started to go erratic again, hips pounding against the back of her thighs at the rhythm of their shared, pounding hearts. Gentle murmurs drowned into wordless grunts of exertion, one hand's grip on her thigh rock solid while his other stroked fingers through her slick folds.

She barely had the strength to grin as she clenched the muscles of her tight pussy around him just once more. He folded with a near bellow, the heat she'd been aching to feel again erupting into her once, twice - and on the third, shuddering around his rigid cock, she groaned aloud as sparkles danced in her vision and the rush of fire overtook every nerve. Abigail was barely aware of the new streams of his seed joining the cooling slicks of his first orgasm down the inside of both of her legs. Her belly felt tight with the weight of another heavy load trapped by his still-embedded cock, faint discomfort just edged out by warm bliss, the daze of a magnificent afterglow.

Only this time, he remained where he was for long, breathless minutes as the pair of them struggled to regain their breath. She could feel his mass leaning against the trellis again. He remained long enough that he at last began to soften within her, and his trapped seed spilled as he withdrew. It had to be just as much as the first time. Goodness - no wonder he was so exhausted. Where was he keeping it all?

It seemed an endless moment before he spoke again, and Abigail was grateful for the time to recover. She'd been with countless dozens of partners over the many, many years of her life, and very few had worn her out so thoroughly - at least, not in so short a time! The sun was only just up in full now, and still aggravatingly positioned just right to keep her mystery suitor in shadow.

His fingers trembled just a little as he rubbed her thighs. That made her smile.

"Have a good time back there, hmm?"

His laugh was rumbly, almost hoarse. "Mm-hmm." He gave her arse cheek a pat. "You?"

Her stranger had just given her two phenomenal orgasms, but of course she couldn't let him get too egotistical about it. Her ear twitched. "Oh, pretty good, yeah."

Another laugh. He knew perfectly well he'd had her not only captive, but veritably twisted up in horny little knots. Aching and warm and thoroughly well satisfied, the steady drizzle of the stranger's seed still trailing from her well-used body. She'd have to think of a good way to thank Christopher, the little scoundrel. What a marvelous way to start the morning!

"You're - ah... you're sure you don't need any help getting out of this?"

Abigail gave him a tired tail flick across his leg, smiling back at him. How much of her could he see, she wondered? He probably had a much better view than she did. How unfair! "I'm quite sure," she said, letting her grin turn sly. "I could magic my way out right now and finally get a look at you, you know."

"You won't, though."

"Oh?"

He continued to massage the sore muscles of her thighs. It felt so nice she wanted to swoon. "You won't," he murmured again, and she felt him lean down and plant a tender kiss on the curve of her rear. "Because you really liked getting fucked by a complete stranger. Didn't you?"

Her cheeky giggle was enough of an answer.

The stranger rose back to his full height, giving her rear another tender pat before stepping away. "We'll have to do this again sometime,"

Abigail grinned and nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. She was already making plans for how she could rearrange her trellis wall "trap" to be a bit more comfortable - just in case he wanted to stick around longer next time. Maybe he'd even follow through on his threat to bring toys! Oh, it was a shame though - with so few people in the Forest, surely his identity wouldn't remain a secret for long. She hoped they could have a little more anonymous fun before she found him out. At least one more time.

Well - maybe two. Or three.

She gave him an affectionate little wiggle of her hindquarters in farewell. "I'm sure I know the right gremlin to arrange it."

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