Title:           Goldilocks: A Tatzlpony Tale (Part 3) NSFW
Author:          AngryWino
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First Edit:      Saturday 16th of January 2016 11:29:01 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 20th of February 2016 02:18:48 PM CDT

>It had been the bleak midwinter when you left work, driving out onto the icy roads at night with nowhere near enough sleep to be driving under those conditions.
>Here, it seemed to be just the beginning of spring.
>Many of the trees already have their leaves, but there are plenty of buds and flowers in evidence.
>As you walk along with Goldilocks, she suddenly rears up and races ahead of you, for no reason you can spot.
>A small flock of startled birds takes wing at her approach, twittering in alarm.
>They make for a very colorful display out here.
>So you are all the more shocked when one of Goldilocks' long, black tentacles zips out of her mouth, and seizes one of the birds in mid-flight.
/Wat.../
>Pulling the bird down to earth, she pounces rapidly.
>You can't see what's going on because of the long grass, but you start running towards her.
"Goldilocks! What are you doing?"
>She raises her head at your cry, swallowing something.
>You stop and look around.
>There is no sign of the bird.
"What the hell, Goldilocks! Did you just eat that bird?"
>She cocks her head to one side, her green eyes bearing a puzzled expression.
>The tentacle extends from her mouth once more, seeking contact with you.
>Despite what you just saw, you allow it.
**Anon, I don't eat birds. I merely swallowed it.
"What?? What the heck for?"
**Why, to read its mind of course!
"What??"
>Her expression is unreadable.
"Is this something you do a lot?"
>She giggles at this, like silvery bells inside your head.
**Of course it is! Remember when we first met?
>You shudder.
"I've been trying to forget it..."
>She giggles again.
"Okay, so why a bird?"
**Well, because they fly, of course.
>Okay, it's your turn to wear the puzzled expression now.
**By reading the bird's mind, I see what it has seen, so I know what the lay of the land is, I know where the predators are, and I know where the food is.
>You trade your puzzled expression for your best skeptical one.
 
>Seeing your expression, she smiles.
**Think of it as...
>Her brow wrinkles, as though trying to grasp an unfamiliar concept.
**Think of it as aerial reconnaissance. Are those the right words?
>You nod with familiarity.
>That certainly is a useful talent she has there.
"So you're going to let the bird go?"
>She trots over to you, reeling in her tentacle as she goes, and leans her head against your chest.
>Her thick tail seems to wag happily.
>You realize that she's listening to your heart again.
>She does that a lot lately.
**I promise you, Anonymous. I won't hurt the bird. And I will let it go.
>She nuzzles your chest and withdraws her contact tentacle from you.
>She then trots over to a nearby tree and sits down in the shade, her eyes half-closed, her muscular tail twitching occasionally.
>You guess she's reading the bird's mind now.
>With a shrug, you sit down and lean up against the tree next to her.
>The refreshing breeze combined with the drowsy hum of insects and the rustling leaves has a soporific effect.
>You are startled therefore when a tentacle touches your face.
**Anon, wake up!
>The feeling coming from the tentacle is one of giddy excitement.
"What?"
**There's something really good nearby!
**Just on the other side of the river!
"A river?  Sweet!"
>That is good news.
>You could probably use a good bath right about now.
**Come and see! Come and see!
>Goldilocks is excited.
"Wait, what about the bird?"
**Oh, I'm done with it, I put it up in the tree, there.
>She points with her hoof.
>You look and you can see the bird on a big branch.
>You can see that it's breathing.
>It appears to be dozing peacefully.
>You feel one of her tentacles wrap around your arm and start pulling you away from the tree.
**Never mind the bird, come and see!
>Goldilocks is very excited.
"Alright, I'll come and see."
>You follow her, but she keeps her tentacle wrapped around your arm.
>You quickly reach a broad river, its rocky bottom visible through the crystal-clear water.
 
>You kneel at the water's edge and take a double handful of water and splash it on your face.
>Wow, that feels good.
>Scooping up another double handful, you raise it to your lips and drink.
>It tastes as good as it looks.
>Goldilocks splashes into the water.
>A few silvery fish dart away at her intrusion.
>She tugs at your arm to follow her.
"Hang on a sec."
>You take another drink
>She dips her muzzle into the water and follows suit.
>You feel a thrill of pleasure at the taste of the cool water from her contact.
>Oh yes, you are definitely going to make full use of this river later.
"I think we should stop for tonight by this river."
>She bounds happily up to you, splashing water all over you in the process.
**Yes, of course! But first you need to come and see this!
>She wades back into the river, all but dragging you along behind her.
>The river is neither very deep nor very fast, an easy ford.
>All the same, you slip on a rock midway and sink below the surface of the refreshing water.
>You recover quickly, with help from Goldilocks, but now you're going to have to build a fire to dry out your clothes.
>Goldilocks splashes up onto the opposite bank, and shakes off the excess water like a big dog.
>Liberally dousing you again in the process, of course.
>As you gain the bank next to her, she presses the tip of her tentacle against your temple again.
**It's not far now, just over here!
>She leads you towards a small grove of trees, unlike any you have ever seen before.
"No chance to dry off first?"
**Dry off later; you are going to love this!
>The grove creates something of a natural shelter, with soft grass covering the ground beneath the broad leaves.
>Sunlight still sprinkles through here and there.
>The branches of the trees hang heavy with ripe, purple fruits, each about the size of a grapefruit.
>Finally she turns loose her grip on your arm, making contact with your temple again.
**These are my favorite fruits in the whole... wide... world!
 
>It's hard to argue with her enthusiasm.
>Goldilocks goes to the trunk of one of the trees and rears up, resting her forehooves against it.
>A tentacle slithers up out of her mouth and wraps around a low-hanging fruit.
>A couple of firm tugs separates the fruit from its tree, and she withdraws her tentacle, opening her mouth to receive the fruit as it arrives.
>She takes the whole thing in and munches on it happily.
>You hear her purring as she closes her eyes, enjoying the fruit.
>Suddenly she bounds over to you, a tentacle reaching excitedly for your temple.
**They're just right! They're perfect! You have to try one!
>Using you for support this time, she stands up on two legs and reaches into the branches with her tentacle again.
>She quickly pulls another of the plump purple fruits loose, and then holds it out in front of you.
>You've never seen anything like it before.
"Uh, thanks..."
>You take the fruit from her, feeling it's weight in your hand.
>She looks at you expectantly, a happy grin plastered across her face.
>The fruit’s skin is soft and smooth, and it smells quite sweet.
>Goldilocks’ eyes are fixed on your face.
>With a shrug, you take a big bite.
>The skin yields easily, revealing a sweet, pinkish-green pulp inside.
>And it gushes green juice all over your face.
>Lots of juice.
>So. Much. Juice.
>But the fruit is, indeed, delicious.
>You hear a weird snort in front of you.
>Goldilocks' eyes are bulging with barely contained merriment, and she has her mouth scrunched shut, save for the one tentacle at your temple.
>But the thoughts and feelings flowing down that link tell you what's really going on.
>Peals of laughter echo merrily inside your head.
>Tears form at the corners of her eyes as she utterly fails to keep a straight face.
"Oh, ha-ha, very funny."
**Well? Isn’t it good?
"Oh, it's good alright."
"But you could have warned me about the juice."
>This prompts fresh peals of laughter.
>You go to wipe the juice from your face.
 
>A tentacle darts out and wraps around your wrist, stopping you from wiping off the juice.
**Please, let me...
>She's quite close to you now, still leaning on you for support.
>Her eyes looking into yours.
>Her warm breath bathes your face.
>New feelings echo distantly down her link to you.
"Let you what?"
>The tentacle releases your wrist and withdraws.
>She leans forward and pokes out her small, pink tongue, then draws it up your face, licking off the juice.
>And leaving a trail of saliva in its wake.
/She must really like that juice./
>She repeats the process, her warm, soft tongue gathering more of the juice from your face.
>The signals coming from her link to your mind are definitely a lot more colorful than you ever remember them being.
>The third lick begins at the hollow of your throat and trails up your neck, caressing the line of your jaw.
>It's accompanied by a soft moan from Goldilocks, as she leans into you.
/Okay, this seems to be about something besides the juice now.../
>You start to push her away...
"Okay, I think that's enough of - MMPH!"
>As you open your mouth to speak, she presses her soft lips against your face and pushes her tongue past your lips, into your mouth.
/Holy mother of.../
>Her lips caress yours as her tongue explores your mouth, running over your teeth and tongue with equal abandon.
>You notice that the rate of her breathing has picked up considerably.
>She continues to lean forward, and you realize that she is pushing you over onto your back.
>Beneath her.
>You hastily regain your balance and backpedal away, breaking her kiss in the process.
>She drops down onto all fours, favoring you with a sultry grin.
**You definitely taste better on the inside than you do on the outside.
"What the heck has gotten into you all of a sudden?!! I think you need a time out, young lady!"
>And you could definitely use a cold shower.
>Or a dip in the river. Whichever.
 
>You reach to remove her tentacle from your temple.
**Oh trust me, I know what I need.
>With those words she opens her mouth and the other two muscular tentacles slither out and encircle your torso.
>With a single tug she effortlessly pulls you off balance.
>You land heavily on the soft grass.
>She starts to drag you towards her.
"Wait, stop! Are you trying to swallow me, Goldilocks?"
>Her laughter echoes down the link again.
**Oh no, not like that.
**I have something else in mind this time.
>That's exactly what you were afraid of.
>As the sinewy tentacles drag you towards what you can only assume at this point is your imminent rape, you review your options.
>One of the tentacles has worked it's way under your shirt and slithers across your belly, headed south.
>You need a distraction, and fast.
>Fortunately, you have learned how to push a few of her buttons.
>As she pulls you within range, you reach out for the top of her head and tickle her ear.
>Her eyes go wide and she gasps.
>The grip of her tentacles slackens, allowing you to pull yourself free.
>A wealth of confused signals crashes into your mind through her link until that, too, drops away.
>You maintain contact with her ears, rubbing and stroking them, as a blissful expression spreads across her face.
>She flops down onto the grass beside you and rolls over, exposing her belly, legs splayed out.
>The 'Welcome Sailor' position.
>And the look she gives you belongs in the dictionary next to the definition for 'bedroom eyes'.
>Yeah, even without the link, there's no doubt in your mind what she wants.
>But maybe there's a chance to get out of this with your dignity intact.
>You transfer your hands from her ears to her belly, and rub like you've never rubbed before.
>Again, her eyes widen at your touch, and she begins to purr loudly, her breaths now panting.
>Her eyes close as a delighted smile spreads over her face.
/It's working!/
 
>You feel something brush against Anon Jr.
>You spot a tentacle toying with the front of your pants.
>You wonder if she knows how to remove pants.
/Wait, she's read my mind. Of course she knows how to remove pants!/
>Thinking fast, you relieve one hand from belly-rubbing duties to grab the errant tentacle and pull it away from your belt buckle.
"Ah, no. I'm soaking wet, Goldilocks."
/Anon used lame excuse.../
>The tentacle reaches to your temple.
>As the link returns, the images and feelings flooding into your mind could best be described as positively lewd.
**Well so am I, silly...
/Lame excuse was ineffective./
"Well alright, take THIS then!"
>You unleash the full fury of your tickle attack.
>Her purring breath now comes in ragged gasps as laughter and pleasure flow into your mind in equal measure.
/You've got her on the ropes now! If you can just.../
>Her mouth opens and the tentacles encircle your head, then pull your face into her maw.
>You feel her upper and lower lips and tongue dancing over every inch of your face in the sloppiest kiss you have ever been on the receiving end of.
>Her forehooves reach around you, nearly pinning your arms to your sides.
>You feel her tail wrap around your leg, drawing you in.
/I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain, we're caught in a tractor beam!/
/Right!  Nuclear Option it is, then!/
>With all your strength, you pull an arm free and grab her butt.
>As you make contact and squeeze, you feel her whole body shudder.
>She gasps, blowing her breath into your face.
>You feel her thighs clamp down on your leg like a vise, and she bucks against you and shudders again.
>Everything she has a hold on you with tightens.
>And you notice your thigh is now a lot warmer than it was a moment ago.
>A couple more spasms, then the tentacles' hold on your head slackens.
>You pull your head free of her mouth and breathe.
>Her body relaxes, and you're able to disengage and roll free.
>You sit up and watch her warily.
>Her eyes are closed, and she’s lying splayed out with a blissful smile on her slack jaws.
/Congratulations, you made it through with your dignity completely intact!/
 
>You look down at the very damp spot on your trouser leg.
/Well, dignity almost completely intact, anyhow./
>That's probably going to leave a stain if you don't do something about it.
"Hey, you! What was that all about?"
>She's not listening to you, apparently.
"Hey!"
>You reach out and poke her.
>No response, blissful expression unchanged.
>She seems to have fallen asleep.
>You sit back, nonplussed.
"Huh."
"So that's what it feels like when I did that to my girlfriends."
>You really need a bath now.
>You get up and leave the sun-dappled grove, headed back to the river.
...
>You wash your clothes first, then hang them on a tree to dry in the sun.
>You return to the river, stark naked, and start to wash yourself, while you ponder the events of the past half-hour.
>Well, you know what just happened, obviously.
>The thoughts coming from her mind link were primitive and needful.
>But why the hell did she pick you as her target for them?
>The answer is obvious.
>You're the first person - or anything - she's come across in a very long time that might reciprocate in any way.
>Plus, it's spring.
>Maybe it's her season.
>I mean, talk about being wild in the sack - she was downright voracious.
>You're going to have to explain a few things to her when she wakes up.
/I mean, I know I'm a stranger here and all, but I can't just go around sticking Anon Jr. into any strange creatures.../
/It's cool, you know. I'm down for whatever./
/Nobody asked your opinion, Anon Jr./
>That's not the way you were brought up.
>You splash water on your face and resume scrubbing.
>Then you suddenly feel a familiar pressure at your temple.
**That. Was. Amazing.
/OMGWTFBBQ!/
"BATH TIME IS PRIVATE TIME, GOLDILOCKS!"
>How in the hell did she sneak up on you so quietly.
>You prepare yourself to repel a renewed attack.
>Another tentacle curls over your shoulder, playfully brushing your chest.
**I mean, you were there, and I was there, and this feeling suddenly washed over me, and it felt so-o-o-o good...
"How about a little consideration for how I feel?"
 
>Goldilocks is taken aback by your response.
**What? What do you...
>You sit down in the water, more to hide Anon Jr. from view than anything else.
"You can read my thoughts... go ahead. See what it was like from my point of view."
>Goldilocks is puzzled, but the tentacle on your chest ceases its explorations and moves to your other temple.
>She closes her eyes in concentration.
>She blushes as she reads over your experience of the encounter.
>She blushes so brightly that you swear it reflects off the river's surface.
>Her eyes fly open.
**Oh my... I'm so sorry...
>She is positively flustered.
**I can't even begin to... I don't know what came over me...
"At a guess, I'd say it was estrus."
**I mean... I never realized, that is, I didn't mean to...
"I know."
>She stutters to a stop.
"I mean, deep down I know how you feel. I realize you've been alone for a long time, and you have needs."
>A wave of palpable sorrow washes down her link into your mind.
"But you shouldn't just make decisions like that all by yourself, you know?"
>You hear a couple of splashes, and suddenly her furry barrel is pressed up against your back, her forehooves encircling your chest.
>Her head is on your shoulder.
>Her cheek feels damp.
**I'm sorry. I really and truly am. I honestly thought you felt the same way about me that I...
>She trails off, and another wave of sorrow washes over your mind.
>You freeze, uncertain how to proceed.
>Clearly she is strong enough to simply overpower you and just do the deed, if she so wished.
>But you sense that's not what she wants.
>Her feelings for you are genuine.
>And she just wants you to feel the same way about her.
>With a sigh, you reach up and gently tickle her ear, producing an audible coo from her.
>That's got to be one of the few times you've ever heard her vocalize.
"Look, just... give me a little space, okay."
>She sniffles in your ear.
**Sure. I can do that. Those urges have passed, they don't clamor quite so loudly inside me anymore.
>She rubs your chest with genuine affection.
 
**I really do hope that you will one day feel for me what I feel for you.
**So I apologize for the, er...
"Heavy petting session?"
>She blushes again.
**I was going to say 'indiscretion'!
>You can't help but laugh.
**But I guess you need more time for those feelings to develop.
**So I will wait for you.
**Are you going to be okay?
>You rub her ear again.
"I am. Are you?"
>Her sorrow is replaced by her usual playful affection.
**For a while, I think. I mean, it wasn't exactly the Full Monty...
>Her hoof drifts south and brushes against Anon Jr. playfully, producing an immediate reaction.
**But there will be a time for that later. I can wait.
>You grimace slightly, but you recognize her playful advance for what it is, and forgive her immediately.
"Alright you, out of the pool. I need to finish cleaning up and get dressed."
**All right. Talk to you later?
"I wouldn't miss it."
>She smiles and kisses your ear, then releases you, breaking her link and recovering her tentacle.
>She trots up onto the riverbank, where she shakes off the water like a dog again.
>Uh-huh.
>All over you.
"Beat it, will ya? Can't a guy get a little privacy around here?"
>She turns around and winks her eye at you, the trots up the hill towards the grove.
>You finish bathing and spend a bit of time lying on the riverbank, letting the sun dry you.
>You get up and go to retrieve your at least somewhat cleaner clothes.
>As you approach the tree where your suit is hanging, you notice a small pile of fruit and nuts by the trunk.
>Including some of those purple fruits.
>You pick up one of the purple fruits, contemplating the reality of the situation.
>She made you breakfast.
>She made you after-sex breakfast.
>You shake your head.
/Just what am I getting myself into here, anyhow?/
>You take a bite of the fruit, more cautiously this time, and begin to dress.
 
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