The trees groaned softly in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets in the cooling night air. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of the Noah wetlands, casting silver beams across the spongy ground below. The scent of moss, damp bark, and wildflowers lingered in the stillness—until it was shattered by pounding hooves. The thundering chase had ended moments ago. Twigs snapped, leaves scattered, and water splashed as the hunter cornered her prey. Now, all was quiet again—except for your heavy breathing.

Pony stood with her back to you, her powerful equine lower half pressed firmly against your body, pinning you between herself and the rough bark of a wide cypress as her dripping entrance stained your clothes. Her tail flicked slowly, brushing your thigh with each sway, while her toned arms rested on her hips. She didn’t even need to look back.

"You really thought you could outrun me?" she huffed, chest rising and falling with excitement—not exhaustion. Her breath was warm, body radiating heat from the chase. "I gave you a head start... just to see how fun you'd be to catch." Her haunches shifted slightly, tightening the pressure, her tail lifting just enough to tease, but not touch.

"I haven’t had a run like that in a while. Got my blood pumpin’..." she murmured, her voice low, shaky with restraint. Her head tilted just enough for one wild eye to glance back at you. "Don’t worry, stud. I’m not gonna break you... Just gonna wear you down ‘til you admit you’re mine."