Bramblepoint So[m]eone under stress meets someone looking pretty

A small smirk was painted on his black muzzle as she seemed to approve. He let out a longing whimper when she teased him, never having done this. They said the first time was special- with someone whom you loved so very much. This was not what Trick had expected, but he was not a creature made to love anyway. Here, under the moonlight beams that crept their way through the leafs, he was okay with it all.

She was far to quick to present herself to him so willingly, and Trick was taken out of the moment for a second. But as she lifted her tail, the intoxicating smell pulled him right back in. He positioned himself behind her and pulled his agile form on top of the bigger female with ease. He made sure his legs were steady, forelimbs wrapping around her feminine body before thrusting. His member missed the first two times, which was only normal for a virgin like him, but with the third one he was finally in. He waited for them both to adjust.