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Three days into her journey, and her water had already run out.

Three days before, she'd been packing in tears, determined to leave her home at the news of her intended's refusal. After accepting her proposal, after one long, loud party with his friends, he'd casually mentioned to her afterwards how he'd discovered that he was more attracted, in general, to other males. Everything after that had been a mess of hot tears and unheard voices. She ran out of the little port into the uncharted jungle, seeking... what? Rescue from a handsome Vulpine male whose eyes would never stray from her? A friendly tribe of natives, wherein cavorting with the same sex was against their religion? One of those mobile plants with the long, bulbous vines? Or just a long drop and a hard rock?

There stood Epalette, a dusty-coloured Vixen with a small tail, regretting her reaction and beginning to realize that she was too far from town to turn back now, when she heard a wet crunch. It was faint, but she'd managed to hear it over the other sounds of the jungle because it wasn't natural: someone had unknowingly stepped on a plant. More footsteps grew louder and closer, making Epalette shrink back and wish she could blend in with... with anything! It could be a rescue party, she thought to herself, but it didn't calm her down at all.

Behind her, along the path she'd made for herself, she could see a pair of large shapes stooped over somewhat, making their way toward her. All she could see were their size, and their strength as they pushed away heavy tree branches like Epalette brushed away single leaves. She thought of running, but didn't know where. As they came close enough to be seen clearly, one of them reached out and offered an arm to her.

Horses, or rather Mares. Large ones, bigger than any she'd ever seen, wearing bracelets, anklets, and small scraps of cloth, with patterns of henna in their short, fine fur. Large, powerful muscles flexed and relaxed as they moved, but for a pair so mighty, they both looked worried. One said... something, and Epalette wished she'd read more about their native language. Reaching for her canteen, she shook it upside-down and said, "No water!" With a gentle laugh, a large hand wrapped around her arm and helped her to her feet.

"We have water at home," she could understand clearly, "come with us". They gestured back along the way Epalette had went, adding, "You (something) our home. We (go? No, went) to find you." She knew how to thank them and did so, but couldn't stop marvelling at them as they led her back through the jungle. She'd never seen much musculature on a female until now, and despite what she'd been told, their physique didn't detract from their feminine forms; no, if anything, it enhanced them! She could see hills and valleys shift along the brown one's back, and the darker one had such taut, firm hindqu- No, that can't be right, Epalette thought to herself. Their backs have different henna markings, probably done as gifts by their males, whom they choose or compete over, or something. Having satisfied herself, she did her best to keep her eyes on the path ahead and her mind on translating what they said to her. All she could figure out was that something big would happen after dinner, and neither one wanted to miss it.

Her saviors led her into a huge clearing, nearly ringed with large huts. Large, strong Mares, were lifting and pushing large rocks and carved planks of wood tied with rope, putting together long tables and benches. Younger ones carried bowls of food, mainly fruits and root vegetables, while gourds of differing shapes and sizes had been spread on the flat ground next to the tables. Epalette was about to ask, when she turned to find her saviors had left her. They were talking with some others, including one who looked to be a good nine feet tall with so much jewellery, it must have been weighing her down. She'd assumed that one to be the tribe's matriarch when one of her attendants - a surprisingly light-coloured one with only one henna symbol - trotted over to her and greeted her in her own language.

"They find, uh, found you! Why were you going out there by yourself? And do you have books?"

She was taken aback at the non-sequiter. "Uh, sorry, but I only really brought one book with me. I... I ran away from my home port out of sorrow."

"Sorrow? You mean 'sadness'? You will be happy here! The... celebration, yes, will start soon, and you can be in it too!" Without a hint of embarrassment, she just reached out to grab the Vixen's arm and ushered her toward the largest table, where she started talking with the matriarch too quickly for Epalette to understand. When they were done, the huge older Mare turned to her, gave a cross between a nod and a stiff bow, and said-

"She says, even though you're an outsider, she will be happy to let you stay here and lose your sadness."

"I know, I caught part of that. Uh, I suppose I have no choice... I thank you, and (oh, what's the word for 'accept?') uh, will."

The matriarch nodded, stood up in a way that put the Vixen in mind of a mountain rising up out of a plain, seen all at once, and spread her arms to announce that the celebration had begun! The whole village was filled with laughter, except for the lithe, light-coloured Mare who chatted as long as her mouth wasn't full. "My name is Jessa," she said, "and you do have a choice. If you don't want joining in, you can help the old ones look after the children!"

"I'm Epalette," she replied between mouthfuls, "and I wanted to ask, why are there no males here? Did they all die or-"

"No! Our tribe split so it would not grow too big. We meet every mating season - two full moons from now - and now I'm fully grown, I'm so happy I can go!"

They ate, they talked, and they learned a bit more of each other's' languages, but Epalette still didn't feel right. As the sun started to set and the younger Horses were sent, complaining loudly, to their beds, Jessa stood by her and touched her arm again. She didn't wear much, just like every other Horse in the summer's heat, and Epalette couldn't help but notice a trickle of juice that had run down her chin, trickled down around her torso's muscle tone, and dripped between her-

"Please be... comfort-able, right? Just be happy, and we will help you. And could you help me with this?" Jessa turned around and placed her new friend's paw on the knot of cloth at her back.

"Wait, what, why?" she began, averting her gaze to see a pair of Mares undressing each other. Almost every adult Horse in the village was letting go of their scant clothing, stretching out or limbering up, and a few were already dipping the gourds on the ground into small bowls of something slippery. "It's a celebration of life and love, right before the moon... cycle? Yes, cycle, begins anew. Join in with us, and your cycle will match as well." She'd already undone the knot herself, making Epalette struggle to look her in the eyes.

"But wait, I thought you couldn't wait to mate with a Stallion! Why are they - are you..." Her eyes fell on a muscular Mare with a love button she could see prominently squat down slipping the rounded end of a gourd into herself inch by inch, then slowly stood back up, arms raised in triumph, still holding on to it. Epalette gasped, having never thought such a display could be so... so beautiful!

Jessa, now fully nude, reached over to embrace her new friend, who didn't resist. "You can love males," she sighed, "and you can love female beauty, too. I'd... practiced for this, once before. And the males? In their tribe?" She giggled and grinned, whispering in her ear, "they do this too! With each other!"

Epalette hadn't even taken off her backpack, and it suddenly felt so heavy on her shoulders until Jessa took it off. As she reached over to caress the Mare's soft fur, she felt like more than one weight had been taken off of her. "I - I should go back home soon, but," she paused, fumbling with her shirt, "but tonight, yes, I'll join you. Thank you, Jessa."

Slowly and carefully, the Fox was undressed, making the evening air feel cooler against her. Around them, Mares were suckling each other, parting their petals to fill themselves with the gourds, and even pushing against different ends of the longer ones, whinnying for joy as their big clits rubbed together. Two were kissing each other, up and down their powerful bodies, flexing their arms, their abs, their legs, even their backs and hindquarters as they showered affection on each other. A slightly chubby one with the biggest breasts Epalette had ever seen had her head thrown back as she was being nursed by a pair of black Mares, pressing their heads against her and groaning for more. Some used their fingers, some had stuffed themselves front and back, others were rubbing against each other, kissing until they had to breathe back in. The matriarch was seated on a huge wooden chair carved expertly from a tree stump, happily watching the orgy as three attendants saw to her: two suckled her big, full breasts while a third knelt before her, suckling her love button while reaching underneath with her tongue. Only an occasional flicker in the matriarch's eyes betrayed the incredible pleasure she was feeling.

"I wanted him for my mate," she explained as she drew Jessa into a hesitant embrace, "but he told me he was attracted to males."

"Did he say he wouldn't love you?" she replied, touching the light curves of her friend's body, and feeling her tail. When Epalette said she didn't know, having run away after, Jessa smiled widely and looked her in the eye. "Then when you go home, say to him what you feel. And ask him what he feels."

"Thank you, Jessa. You're... You're so beautiful- Aah!" At the warm, wet press of Jessa's feminine flesh against her own, Epalette let out a gasp of surprise at how good it felt. Their careful touch soon turned passionate, the Mare and the Vixen kissing each other as they fell to the ground, rubbing together as their hands touched the buttocks of another femme. Breaking off to take another breath, a long, loud groan echoed through the village: with all the stimulation, the matriarch had hit her first climax of the night! Gripping the throne until the wood furrowed again, sexual juices gushed forth. The Mare who got the first taste ducked down, letting the other nine surges flow out and over the passionate revelers. Many who felt their caring leader's gift started cumming as well, juices flowing out over their toys or up into the air, as partners drank their fill. Epalette gasped at the sight, and asked in almost a whisper, "How do they do that?"

"With strength and (practice?). If you want, I can help you try."

"I... Yes, oh yes, I want to try!" Picking up something smooth and oblong, small enough to fit, yet curving slightly at the end, Jessa gently opened her partner's folds and gradually slipped it in her. She couldn't help but squeeze around it, groaning out at the feeling of being filled up inside. She could feel it touch her in places she'd never been touched before, and the firm, yet gentle and caring things her partner did and said touched her in ways she'd never felt. As the pleasure built, her head fell back and her eyes widened, giving her a view of those foreign females - every one of them a different example of beauty - brought together in the throes of orgasms. It wasn't about hating or avoiding males, but about enjoying each other. After whispering something sweet to her, Jessa began to suckle her clit. All the newfound sensations make her spasm and twitch with a sense of impending amazement. She was happy that she could share that intense feeling with someone else, that someone else was sharing it with her. The matriarch began to climax again, showering the other Mares with even more of her nectar. When Epalette felt some rain down on her, she couldn't hold anything in anymore. With Jessa's help, climax after climax surged through and out of her, more intense than any she'd felt on her own. Her every yip and moan echoed through the village, different from the Mares' whinnies, though she'd never felt so welcomed before, or like she was squeezing and relaxing at the same time.

Slowly but surely, the gush of sexual bliss began to subside. Jessa made her way up her partner's body, her face dripping wet and carrying a wide smile. "D-did I?" Epalette began to ask, but Jessa simply nodded and leaned over. Instead of kissing, the Vixen leaned forward and had a lick of her own sexual fluids. It didn't taste like much, but soon the pair started kissing again, pulling themselves tightly together to revel in their - and each others' - femininity. Instead of the soft feel of Jessa's sex, there was something solid in the way. Every time Epalette pushed against it, she got another whinny out of her. Happily, she rolled her hips to thrust the toy deeper into her partner, kissing her face, her neck, her breasts, whatever she could reach. The toy got wetter and wetter around her, until it fell out in a gush of nectar and with a long, loud moan. With one, long last kiss, the pair rode out the pleasure until it began to subside, leaving only a sore yet satisfied feeling in its place.

"Thank you, Jessa," she whispered in the no-longer-young Mare's ear. "I've never felt so... so... I- I want to go back home, to talk to him again, but I want to stay with you some more."

"You're welcome," she replied in the Vixen's language, "and thank you, too, but could you stay here first? Until our cycle? Hm, cycle has finished to start again." Jessa felt around for her partner's paw, and gripped it tightly. "After that... I want to lead you back home. If you want, may I... stay with you, and read books? I want," she paused with a blush that could almost be seen through her light fur, "I want to learn your language more, if you will help me."

"I'd be happy to..." she trailed off as she saw a large, smiling face lean over them. The matriarch asked a question, about doing something to her, which Jessa explained as asking if she needed to be picked up and taken to bed.

"Thank you. That will be nice," Epalette mumbled. Not even noticing the gaze of the Mare at her side, she let powerful arms pick her up, and thought of flying. As she and Jessa were brought to rest and dry in gently swaying hammocks, her last waking thought of the day was, "Someday, I will ask Jessa to help me write a book."