Noontime sunlight streamed through the boughs of the glade, bringing a summery sparkle to the Whitetail Wood. Honeydew was grateful for its warmth as she paced from tree to tree, scanning each in turn with her magic to check their health.

“Good, nothing out of the ordinary here either,” she mumbled to herself as she drew another checkmark in her notebook. “It’s looking like we managed to quarantine that invasive fungus before it spread to most of the forest. Just gotta check a few more sectors and—”

Her muttering stopped short when a familiar tingle under her tail flared up yet again, and she heard a drop of liquid hit the grass. She sighed.

It had been going on all day, and she supposed it wasn’t surprising; she’d been caught up in her research for days now, only returning home to sleep and then heading out again at dawn. She hadn’t had time to tend to herself, let alone find a chance to seek some relief from her coltfriend.

The mare frowned. She had more important things to do today! Her latest project would be finished by this evening, and then she could focus on sexual relief. She just had to clear her mind and focus on her task, and before she knew it it would be sunset and she could head home and—”

Honeydew paused. She looked to her left, and then to her right. Wind blew softly through the leaves overhead. She was several hundred paces from the main path; nopony would see if she took just a second to provide herself with a moment’s respite from her body’s constant nagging.

She tucked her book away in her bag and tossed it aside. With another quick glance at her surroundings to be absolutely sure she was alone, she slowly slipped a forehoof along her undercarriage until it reached the area that was demanding attention, and pressed it gently against her pussy.

Things were wet back there; maybe she really had ignored her urges for a little too long. Impatient to get back to work, she quickly got busy, grinding the soft frog of her hoof against the tender, winking button.

Electric pleasure coursed through the young mare, and she bit her lip and snorted as she forcibly held back a moan. After thirty seconds or so of indulging herself, she pulled her hoof away, hoping the moment of stimulation would tide her body over until she got home.

Honeydew groaned and quickly scanned the small clearing. There was a spot near the base of a nice, shady tree that looked like it was nicely padded with long grass, and well out of view of prying eyes that might be passing by on the road. It called to her temptingly.

The mare fidgeted, rubbing her back legs together for a moment as she mentally debated it.

“Alright. One quickie. Just one! Nopony will see, and then we can get this job finished and go home.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Honeydew nervously trotted to the spot at the base of the tree, and sat. Nothing changed; she was still surrounded by just the normal sounds of the forest. Cautiously, she spread her hind legs, quivering as the breeze touched her dripping wet mound. For a moment, she considered just getting back up and dealing with it, until her clit gave a powerful wink, absolutely begging her to be touched. Almost automatically, her hoof jerked down to her pussy to quench the need.

Just one little orgasm, she rationalized. As soon as I get off, I’ll be fine! Satisfied, alert, and perfectly good to—

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Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the boughs of the glade, bringing the warm colors of early evening to Whitetail Wood. In particular, it glistened off the clear fluid clinging to the grass for several feet in every direction of the big old tree.

“Y-yes. Yes! So good. One more. O-one more won’t hurt.”

Honeydew’s position looked nothing like it had when she started. An entire afternoon of squirming and jolting and bucking her hips had gotten her all turned around; so much in fact, that her head and shoulders were now flat on the ground, while her hindquarters rested against the trunk of the tree. The awkward pose left her hind hooves dangling in midair on either side of her head, and her feverishly winking pussy and tight little tailhole pointing skyward.

She didn’t notice. It didn’t matter. That next orgasm, the one she was teetering right on the edge of, was all that was on her mind.

Her hoof urgently rubbed her clit, making her squirm and whine with need. She worked it faster, harder, desperately feeling the pleasure rising and balling up inside her. With a gasp, it finally burst free again.

“Y-Yes! A-a-aaah!”

A fountain of feminine juices gushed forward. Her forehoof was already positively soaked; one more squirt didn’t make it any wetter than it already was. A rivulet of fluids flowed down her body again, matting the fur on her chest as it pooled there. Her shaking hoof deflected a lot of the squirt too, sending glinting droplets out in all directions, peppering her sprawling mane, and the grass around her yet again.

Honeydew panted hard. Everything around her shimmered with her essence, a product of so many orgasms.

Dully, she wondered if there was something else she was supposed to be doing. She had the feeling there was something, but nothing came to mind.

It could wait.

Honeydew’s ecstatic moans echoed through the forest as she put her hoof to work once again, and was soon screaming in delight as her next orgasm left another spray of shining droplets on the grass to catch the light of the setting sun.