Backwoods Delivery [mlp] [satyr]

>Warm rays strike your skin as the morning sun burns away the fog, the chirp of crickets giving way to bird song.
>Reaching the crest of the current hill, you share a sigh of deep relief with your daughter as you see your destination in sight.
>It had been a long night. You had perhaps thought the town was closer than it was, and pushed on without sleep.
>Didn't matter now, though. You were here, and eager to sleep in an actual bed for the first time in days.
>Music and the sight of fillies playing hoofball greet you as you enter the hamlet of Lincolton, breaking your senses from the peaceful monotony of the winding rural path that took you here.
>As usual, you quickly find yourself the center of attention as you make your way down the main road, stares coming from young and old alike.
>Taking a brief moment to check your address, you confirm that this is indeed the right spot. Not that it was needed, the small general store being the only real business in town.
>Better safe than sorry, however.
>Peach follows close behind as you drop the wagon handles and step inside.
>"Hello!" starts a mares' voice in response to the bell. "And welcome to Mahogany Buck's general goods, how can -" she stops, staring.
"Hello, miss. Name's Anon, and this is Peach." Peach politely waves. "We're here to drop off a delivery from Sweet Apple Acres."
>She simply eyes the two of you.
>"What kinda farm sends out delivery folk like ya'll?"

>"Ya got it mistakin miss, we grew it an' do some of our own deliveries." Peach blurts out.
>"Oh please. I ordered three bushel o' fresh fruit, and everypony knows nopony but an Earth Pony can grow something like that."
>"But we did!" your daughter protests. "I grew and picked it with my own two hands!"
>"Well then I sure as hay ain't payin' for whatever it is y'all are callin' fruit then." she states snidely.
>"What! But why not." the filly barks.
>"'cus I ain't eatin' nothin' handled by no freaks and their dirty, corrupted magic.", the mare tells you, voice dripping with disgust.
>"What? We ain't poison, lady, and we ain't corrupt neither." the filly shoots back.
"Ma'am, we walked 3 days just to get these to you, I'd appreciate if you'd at least look the goods over."
>"I said no, an' I suggest you two get before I yell for the sheriff!"
>Her eyes narrow with a snort as she tries to stare you down.
>"You nag! I outta-"
>You stop your little girl with a hand on the shoulder.
"Come on, Peach. We're not welcome here." you explain sadly.
>"But.."
>"Listen to your dad, freak, ain't nothin' for ya here but trouble."
>With a dejected sigh, Peach follows you out, a crowd already forming as you hoist the wagon back into your grip.
>Whether because of all the yelling, or just to gawk at the weird creatures, you don't know, and don't much care.
>You just care about getting out before the situation goes from uncomfortable to unsafe.

>As you leave you can hear the odd crass remark, and the hateful stares boring into your back.
>About a half mile out of town, you finally break the silence.
"Peach?"
>"Yeah, pa?"
"Get the crossbow ready, just in case a couple of them decide to follow us."
>Gulping, the teen hops in the wagon, and retrieves the hidden weapon.
>Peach sits and stares intently behind you, waiting, tensing at every new sound.
>But after some time, you both wind down.
>By your estimate, you're about 10 miles down the road, and fatigue is starting to hit you hard.
"I think we're pretty well out of impromptu lynch mob range, sweetie." you tell her. "I'm gonna find us a place to set up camp."
>You turn back just in time to watch the tension melt from her shoulders, her whole body slacking as exhaustion hits her.
"Are you okay?"
>"Yeah." she mutters. "Just tired an' bummed out. Coulda really used that sale."
"Well, we'll figure something out."
>"Ah guess..." the satyr stays quiet for a few moments, before releasing an uncharacteristic equine snort. "Pa, you think we really are ugly monsters?"
>It's all you can do to suppress your laugh, letting a small chortle escape.
"If others think we're monsters, at least I can rest easy knowin' I've got the most beautiful one a guy could ask for."
>She pretends not to respond, but you can make out a small, girlish giggle behind you.
>Roughly another mile down you come across a small, well hidden clearing, and decide to pull in for the evening.

>After a solid 2 days of walking without sleep, you're just given out. You just wanna sleep the noon away and pick it up tomorrow.
"Why don't you start settin' up the tent, baby girl? I'll check for animal signs."
>"Yes sir, pa." she barks dutifully.
>Your walkabout finds no signs of dangerous animal activity.
>Relieved, you take a branch and begin erasing your tracks on the trail the last hundred or so feet up to your camp.
>Upon your return, you find Peach sitting in the wagon, eatiend a small fruit pie.
>Smiling, you take a seat, grabbing one of the treats as well.
"Their loss, 'eh? Everyone in Ponyville knows you make the best pies in Ponyville."
>"I guess." she claims dejectedly. "I Just don't really get why them folks acted like that."
>Swallowing your mouthful of food, you pull her into your shoulder as you begin.
"Well, Peach. A lot of people fear what they don't understand. They're just trying to look out for their own, is all, try not to hate 'em too much for it."
>"Ain't no reason to get so mad at us like that." she mopes.
"True, but ya just gotta be the bigger mare and know when to walk away. Won't ever change peoples minds by stoopin' to their level."
>"Yeah...So what are we gonna do with all this, then?" she asks, motioning behind you.
"Guess we'll just try to offload it on some friendlier towns along the way. Probably gonna take a hit on it, but that's how it goes sometimes, I guess."
>"And if we can't sell it?"

"Then I guess I get to eat all your cooking myself for a while!" you retort with a chuckle.
>She joins you, snuggling closer into your shoulder.
>"Thanks, pa. Means a ton." she replies, amusement clear in her voice.
>Lost in the moment, you're suddenly snapped back to reality by the warm feeling of a hand on your thigh.
"Peach?"
>"I ain't that tired. Are you, sir?" she teases.
>Smiling, you shake your head.
"Not even close, sweetie."
>Peach quickly disappears behind the tent flap.
>After taking a brief moment to secure a tarp over the wagon to hide the smell from animals, you quickly join her.
>Inside, your daughter lays, posed sensually across your sleeping bags, her overalls in a crumpled pile to the side.
>Your senses perk up to the thicker air.
>A quick glance down reveals your suspicions, Peach's young sex is swollen, the light brown skin stretched to give way to inflamed pinks releasing mare musk into the air.
>You can feel your cock twitch in response to the potent smell as you begin unbuckling your jeans.
"Seems I ain't the only one eager here."
>"So how you wanna go about it this time?" she asks with a smirk.
"I'll let you pick, thinkin' you need it more."
>"Alright then! Lay down, this cowgirl wants to ride!"
>Humoring her, you get comfortable, Peach quickly straddling you, her entrance barely touching your tip.
>Your body responds, making small bucking motions, seeking the wet heat wafting over it.

>She wastes little time on foreplay, a few prods, a little grinding, and then, in one fluid motion, slams down.
>Lighting shoots up your spine as her boiling insides engulf you, your hands quickly making their ways to her haunches.
>"Mmm, hope you're ready, pa." she says with a breathy giggle.
>Peach's hips begin grinding on your length, picking up speed in her passion.
>Her abundant lubricantion almost pours down you as she works, each wink accompanied by a milking squeeze.
>She was never one for restraint, and it's not long before your grip is the only thing holding the rambuncious teens wild rocking in place.
>Her small breasts jiggling freely as she rides you with abandon, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she rapidly looses her mind.
>Sadly, she's in the same position as you, her already exhausted body not even being remotely up for this.
>It's a matter of moments before her riding looses any semblance of rhythm and her movements becoming ever more difficult to control.
>Taking her by the shoulder, you pull her down for extra control, locking lips with her.
>Even as your tongues probe each others mouths, your hips buck into each other on automatic, sapping the last of your strength.
>The first spurt of hot semen splashes against the entrance to her womb, pushing her over the edge as well.
>Peach's marish anatomy squeezes down hard like a a boiling vice as her pent up need releases like a flood gate, musky mare cum splashing across you in abundance.

>Her soft, velvet walls massaging every inch of your turgid length as her clit twitches violently against your sack, all seeking to milk you completely dry.
>Your entire body shudders on the edge of pleasure and pain as your oversensitive shaft struggles to give her all you can give, aiming, if it could, to completely fill her.
>As the two of you come down, it's clear fatigue has already won.
>Peach quickly collapses, snuggled into your chest as sleep claims her.
>Leaning down to kiss her once more, you fade into sleep as well, softening cock still buried in her folds.