Incognitoby YukoAshoChaptersChapter One of TwoChapter Two of TwoEpilogueChapter One of TwoCunt. To many mares, it was a degrading slur, a term for a mare who was useless save for the wet slit between her rear legs. To me, it was a badge of honor, growled into my ear as I was taken by one of the many, many stallions I'd bedded over the years. It was a symbol that I was lusted after, that my body was desirable, that ponies wanted to use me as much as I needed to be used. Of course, most “dignified” ponies would disagree. I imagine Rarity and the others would be absolutely aghast to find out that their timid little yellow friend was a wanton bitch who ran through at least two cocks a night when no pony in respectable society was looking. No, that just wouldn't do. How would I be able to function in society with all the judgmental glares. I had enough trouble dealing with outside pressure as it is. Most ponies didn't need it like I did, however. Quite a catch twenty-two, yes? I couldn't function in society unless I sated my urges, but I couldn't sate my urges and function in society. At least not openly. Needless to say, when ponies heard a mare's moans among the howls and shrieks of the Everfree's denizens, it was usually me. However, sometimes I just needed a pony. Or a griffin, donkey or dragon. Just something that can speak! A snake can't whisper huskily into my ear. A manticore can't tell me what he expects, or how to serve him. How fortunate for me, then, that my good friend Rainbow Dash had helped me get on the internet. A wonderful little network that ponies could use to talk to one another over great distances. Rainbow no doubt expected me to use it to look up cute cat pictures and gardening tips. Instead, I would only ever use it to set up meetings. I've done it many times now, usually with high-society types who, like me, couldn't afford to be seen rutting anything that caught his eye like some sort of animal, or visitors looking for a treat they just couldn't get at Sugar Cube Corner or Sweet Apple Acres. Of course, actually going to meet a partner in public had its own issues. I couldn't exactly walk up to some stud in Sugar Cube corner and take him to my cabin, at least not without getting the attention of the local gossips. No, there were rules. If they came to Ponyville, they paid for the hotel, and if I came to their town, I paid. A stranger's name on a guest list never aroused suspicion the way the town's mayor would. And always, always, the home pony wore a disguise. Something to catch the other party's eye without exposing her identity to those whose lives were so meaningless that they derived their pleasure from invading the privacy of others. Me, I always wore a black spandex bodysuit, tight enough to show off my form while completely hiding anything that could identify me. My eyes are hidden behind tinted lenses fitted onto a spandex mask, and my mane and tail are tucked tightly against my body to fit them inside, leaving nothing that can give even a hint that it's actually the charming little veterinarian at the edge of town that's going into the hotel with that strange stallion that no pony's seen before. Today, I was in my disguise and walking along the market. It was the rare instance that I was looking for another Ponyville pony, so while he was looking for a pony that was in a black bodysuit and full-face mask, I was looking for a stallion in a tuxedo with top hat and a surgeon's mask. Neither of us had exchanged photos online since he couldn't rely on not having ponies looking over my shoulder, and assumed I'd have the same issue, so all I had to go by was the disguise. Hopefully he had the good sense to hide his mane in his hat, or at least his mane and tail color wouldn't just scream out who it was the way mine would. I found him standing in front of sugar cube corner, nursing a milkshake with a straw poked through the surgeon's mask as he stood next to the door. It was hard to tell between the mask and hat, but he seemed to have a dark, blood-colored coat. No doubt it would be much more pleasant to look at once we dispatched with these outfits. I walked up to him and rub my flank against his. Three gyrations of my hips, just enough to get the message across. He nodded at me and I can see he has deep, piercing emerald eyes. Oh yes, he looks like he'll be all sorts of fun. I could see his muscles rippling underneath the too-small tuxedo, just waiting to pound his cock deep inside a whore's ass. “Suffer the harsh winter's wind...” he said, struggling to maintain a fake Trottingham accent. My Trottingham accent, however, was perfect as I recited my part of the code phrase, the result of years of practice with other encounters throughout Equestria. “... For it bares aloft the next spring's seeds.” Nodding softly, he started walking ahead of me. “Follow me, my lady.” For a moment, I swore I heard an orchard accent slip through the affected tone. “I know just the place.” “Of course, darling,” I replied. Perhaps, if we decided to make this a regular event, I could offer him some voice coaching. He led me out of the town proper and to the apple farm, and for a moment I wonder why we were going here of all places. “This seems a fine place to be spotted.” Even as I expressed my concern, I never let my voice falter. Stallions tended to like the idea that they were filling a posh Trottingham hussy full of their cum, and I could tell he was no exception by the way his tuxedo tightened between his rear legs. He was silent, however, until we were out of sight of any of the barns, out in the middle several trees that had already been picked clean. He stopped in front of one tree in particular and lowered his head, pulling on a patch of false grass with his teeth to reveal a trap door. Bad as he was in keeping an image, he seemed to understand the importance of having a spot no pony we knew would walk in on. I would have to ask him how to set up a lair like this, if only so I could set up my own under the cottage. I climbed down the ladder first, allowing him to shut us back in before he followed. Thankfully, there were lit candles along the walls, since an earth pony and a pegasus weren't going to get much done in pitch black. The room was just how I liked it: dusty, with cobwebs in the corners. It was unfurnished, save for several sacks of grain and seed strewn about, probably as a cover in case any pony discovered it. As much fun as hotels and beds were, nothing quite beat the feeling of being pounded while splayed out on the floor, existing only to be used and discarded so the next horny stallion could have a turn. Once we were in and sure that no pony would interrupt the proceedings, I began to pull off the body suit. I unzipped the sides and pulled off the tight fitting spandex, feeling the familiar pull against my sweaty, trembling skin. I reached up with my left fore-hoof, ripping off my mask, then shook my head wildly to straighten out my mane and pull it off my sticky back. I was a sexy little piece of flank, if I did say so myself. “M-Miss F-Fluttershy!?” No doubt about it, that was an orchard accent. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. I looked over at the stallion, who was now looking at me with bulging eyes, his hat slipping off as he stared dumbfounded. Without the shade of his hat, I could now see that his coat was a much brighter, primary shade of red, and I could make out the freckles on his cheeks even through the mask, along with a dull blonde mane and tail. I wasn't going to say no to him fucking me just because he was Applejack's brother, but I needed to make something absolutely clear. “You say even one thing outside of this room to any pony,” I hissed, “and I'll make sure I'm not the only one who's reputation suffers.” “Eeyup,” Big Mac replied with a distant voice, slowly pulling off that stupid mask with a stiff, seemingly robotic hoof. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he stood there in a dumb silence, no doubt trying to parse the conflicting image of sweet, angelic Fluttershy being the cock-hungry nympho he'd set up this little meeting with. Honestly, I couldn't give a damn about his little crisis of conscious. What I cared about was that he was a giant, hulking monster of a pony, and that heaven was between his legs. I sauntered over to him slowly, swaying my rear and swishing my tail in that exaggerated way that always got a horny stallion's attention. I got right up in his face, then planted my lips firmly against his. Not waiting for a reaction, I reached for his tux and ripped it off with all the force I can muster, my wings immediately springing up as the scent of apples and sweaty male filled my nostrils. Finally, I broke off the kiss and slipped back into my posh Trottingham accent. “I trust this isn't going to be a problem, darling?” “Eenope.” Good. Just what I wanted to hear. His forelegs wrapped around my withers in an embrace, forcing his tongue down my throat. As his emerald eyes stared into my turquoise ones and began to harden with confidence, I knew that I was in for one hell of a rutting. Author's Note Originally written for Sexty Minute Ponies Prompt #111, however, the hour concluded before I could get to the action, which will be the next chapter. Chapter Two of TwoHave I mentioned how much I hate gentle stallions? Rarity went on and on every chance she got about finding a pure, chivalrous prince to marry, and every time, it took every fiber of my being to not roll my eyes and yawn. There was just something about hesitant caresses and soft, measured kissing that I always found so dreadfully boring. Thankfully, that wasn't a problem with Big Mac. Not to say he was proving to be the “wham, bam, thank you ma'am,” type. No, that would have been fun, but I preferred it when a stallion had enough stamina and strength to fuck until I was too sore to move. If my flanks were bruised the following day, that was a bonus. And the way Big Mac was going, I was definitely going to be explaining away some bruises to my friends next time I saw them. I was pressed up against the wall, my mane cascading down our bodies as he slammed full force, driving his cock deep inside my twat. Was the room shaking from his violent pounding against my body, or was it just me? Either way, I was having the time of my life, my fore hooves and head pressed against the old, rough wood as he loomed over me. His body obscured mine easily, casting a shadow over me with his massive form as he took me again and again. Thankfully, we were far enough underground that we'd not need to worry about being heard even if the place hadn't been properly soundproofed. Unbidden, I screamed and moaned my lust, my mouth drooling just as much as my pussy as his massive rod churned inside me. “Big” Mac was right; his cock nearly tore flesh as it entered, its girth was so great, and I could feel it slamming against my cervix with every single thrust. Most mares found it painful when a stallion hit the cervix, and I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a jolt of pain as he fucked me, but that only added to the allure. He was making no effort to accommodate me, and why should he? The pain and pleasure mixed exquisitely, the sheer rush leaving my body a quivering mass of ecstasy. He leaned his face toward mine and took my earlobe in his mouth, biting sharply and drawing blood. Not an issue for me; at worst, I could just explain it away as an unruly critter objecting to an uncommonly invasive treatment, and only he and I would be the wiser. For his effort, I let out another lustful wail. By this time, we'd been at it so long I could barely hear myself think. My world had been reduced to his cock slamming into my soft, sopping wet twat and our shared grunts and groans filling the small room we were in. We were there for what seemed like hours, rutting like the animals we were, and I could feel his cock swelling with his impending orgasm. I'd already cum several times, getting off on just how much of a beast he was, and by now my body was aching. My insides cried for the privilege of having his spooge fill me, and the heat spreading through my body was proving quite unbearable. Thus, I was actually quite surprised when he pulled out with a grunt and tossed me to the floor. I lifted my head up and opened my mouth to speak, only for him to spit in my face. Driven by lust and years of instinct, I licked up the spittle and swallowed it. “That's a good bitch, miss Fluttershy!” The mocking air of his voice sent shivers down my spine as he stood up before me, his cock pulsating with energy just underneath his barrel. I bit my lip and started to rise up, but a single massive fore-hoof pushed me flat onto the ground. “You want this here, you slut?” he asked me, his eyes burning with the dominance I craved. “Prove it.” He then stood there, completely still, his fore-hooves near my face. Normally, this would be the part where I begged and pleaded for him to finish me, but the hard set of his cheekbones and his slight frown suggested he didn't want to hear talking. I was actually quite confused, wondering just what I was supposed to do. He then gave my face a light kick, nothing forceful, just enough so that my lips touched his hoof, and I understood right away. I brushed a stray lock of hair from my eyes and grinned at him, licking my lips. “Of course, Master.” Hearing me call him by such a lofty title was clearly having an effect, if the way his cock's sudden spasm and oozing pre were any indication, but it was when I started to lick his hooves that he began to moan with delight. Now normally, I wasn't exactly a hoof fetishist. They didn't gross me out or anything, but I never got the point of hoof worship, of spending so much time on a part of the body that wasn't really all that sensitive. It seemed like such a waste of time and tongue. Here, though, it wasn't exactly about his hooves. No, licking his hooves was a symbol. Whether he was aware of historical earth pony servitude, I wasn't sure, but I knew about that particular bit of pre-Equestria history. I was always fascinated by ancient means of breaking slaves. Not the toned-down bondage play practiced today, but how pegasi and unicorns would rape and beat their earth pony slaves until every last trace of resistance was killed inside their spirits, and how the subjugated earth pony would lick her master's hooves as a sign of submission. Looking at it through that prism, it made perfect sense that an earth pony would want a pegasus to lick his hooves, and the reversal of roles nearly made me cum yet again. So, lick I did. Not quick, chaste licks. Oh no, I slowly ran my tongue along the sides, caressing them the way I would a raging hard-on, shining the hard bone of each hoof until it glistened in the dim candlelight. From the front set to the rear, I bathed them in my saliva, moaning eagerly as I did. When that was done, he presented me with the bottom of each hoof, and I lapped away with the same intensity, licking up the grass and dirt and hay until the bottoms were clean. I could feel his lecherous gaze on my flanks and rump as I worked. I even shook my ass for him, feeling the juices from my gaping pussy spray out with each shake, like trying to beat a wet carpet dry. “That's it, miss Fluttershy,” he growled at me, his voice dripping with sarcasm at 'miss,' “that's what you're good for...” I stayed silent, however, content to enjoy the way his fat cock throbbed against my back as I lapped at his rear hooves like a kitten at a milk bowl. I must have done the job right, however, since he pulled me out from under him by my tail, bringing my face right in front of his pulsating meat. I opened my mouth just in time – he'd given no sign, and if I hadn't opened up just then, he might have knocked some teeth out – and gagged as he suddenly filled my muzzle and throat with enough cock to feed a room full of porn stars. Not bothering to wait for me to get comfortable, he started pumping his hips back and forth, pushing me by the flanks back underneath him and forcing me to take even more of his monstrous stallionhood down my throat. I coughed and choked around his tool, struggling to breathe as he fucked my face with all the strength those rippling, muscular flanks could muster. It was a wonder I didn't throw up right then and there like a filly with her first stallion. Still, I was slobbering quite profusely, drool flying from my mouth as he pounded away, my mouth and cheeks a mess of saliva. Even as I reveled in the rough treatment, I wondered if he had some paper towels. Not a lot of ways to explain away a face covered in saliva. Eventually, though, I'd grown accustomed to his length and girth and wrapped my lips around it in a tight seal, sucking in earnest. The desperate cacophony of struggling to breathe was replaced by the soft, dulcet sounds of slurping as he rammed the whole of his length into my throat – and nearly to my stomach – over and over again, not once showing even the least bit of consideration for how I was going. Just the way I liked it. “Now I hope you don't expect me to go using my mouth!” he exclaimed in a sharp, condescending tone. “That there's for stupid, slutty mares like you!” True to his words, he kept his mouth away from my pussy and ass, giving them no consideration other than to spit at them occasionally. And so, he rutted my face for what felt like hours, stretching out my throat with his exceptional masculinity, his scent filling my nostrils and driving me wild with lust. Eventually, however, all good things had to come to an end. With a thunderous groan, Big Mac thew his head back and grunted as he unloaded his seed into my mouth. Now this, I was able to handle with ease. Moaning and whimpering happily, I gulped down his load as it shot through his cock, my lips sealed tightly around the massive tool to keep even a drop from escaping. Whether he thought I was in danger or just wanted to add some more degradation, I'd never know, but just as my stomach began to bulge with his semen, he pulled my mane cruelly, yanking me off his cock and spilling the rest of his load all over me. I was impressed at just how much he still had – all I needed was to get it out of my mane and find a fake horn, and I'd have been mistaken for a younger version of Princess Celestia. Now done with me, Mac released my mane, letting me sink into the puddle of goop. Not once looking at me, he made his way to the ladder and started climbing. “Y'all better lick that clean and blow out the candles before leaving!” he commanded, and then was gone, putting the false backing over the hatch to hide what we'd just done once he was topside. Alone, I laid in his semen, grinning. And here I'd always taken Mac for being one of those annoying chivalrous types. Instead, he fucked me like a wild beast and left me here to simmer in his spunk without so much as a 'farewell.' For a moment there, I wondered if I'd actually found my special somepony. “He didn't say I needed to go right away,” I whispered to myself. Rolling onto my back, I spread my rear legs and slipped a fore-hoof between them, replaying our rutting in my mind over and over as I frigged myself relentlessly. I could worry about cleaning myself later. Author's Note Hope you enjoy the action scene. Should be small epilogue up in a day or two. EpilogueI hoofed myself to several orgasms in that dungeon, making an even bigger mess of the floor than Mac had. It only made the task of licking every last drop all the more exciting. Unfortunately, spending the next hour licking the floor clean of the heavenly mixture of spunk and love honey only left me even more horny by the time I blew out the candles. I had to run the long way around the town, making sure no pony saw me, until I found a way into the Everfree. My friends took care of my renewed lusts, then let me clean off at a hot spring, allowing me to go on my merry little way. I was home before the sun set. From then, I tended to the animals around the cottage, worked on the garden, and generally slipped back to the facade of bashful, innocent Fluttershy. My routine was pretty much normal for the rest of the week, taking care of my wonderful little critter friends, hanging out with Rainbow Dash and the others, and sneaking off into the Everfree at every chance for a quick rutting. As usual, I lied every so often about the latest bruise or bite I'd received. A snake who thought I was coming to hurt her young, the thrashings of a nervous timber wolf yearling, a piece of furniture falling at an inopportune time. I had a new lie for every cut and scrape, my imagination coming up with endless excuses, my mouth spilling them with such practiced serenity that no pony thought better of it. Then, the weekend came, and I was at my computer, setting up a “date.” Seemed some muckity-muck from Manehattan wanted to show a group of Neighponese business stallions a good time, and I came highly recommended. I typed up my agreement, insisting that I wouldn't accept payment beyond room, board and travel for the event – there was a difference between being a slut and a call mare, and I was decidedly the former – and sent it off. It was just then that I heard a knock on my door. Well, that wasn't normal for a Saturday night. Still, it wasn't unwelcome. I always liked it when my friends stopped by for some tea. Clearing my throat, I called out sweetly to whoever was visiting. “Come in, it's unlocked.” The door opened, and in walked a hesitant, shifty-eyed Big McIntosh. Now that was even less normal. I didn't know what the hay he did at night, but I knew he wasn't anywhere near this part of town usually. That left a chance visit out of the question – this was about what happened in his little dungeon. Still, I had to keep face. Ponyville was, after all, a very conservative little town. “Oh hi, Big McIntosh!” I crowed sweetly, getting out from behind the desk and walking over to greet him. “Would you like a drink, maybe something to eat?” He fidgeted in place as I gazed up at him, his emerald eyes cloudy with doubt. “Um, uh...” He swallowed hard, trying to get the words to come out. This was not the same Big McIntosh that fucked me silly just a few days prior. “I jus' wanted to talk about... Y'know, what happened.” Nodding, I puckered my lips and whistled softly, coaxing some squirrels from a nearby mouse hole. I smiled down at them gently, getting warm smiles in return. “Sweeties,” I began, “could you do me a favor? I need you to pull down the curtains and get one of the bears to stand guard at the door.” The squirrels chattered a bit in response, to which I nodded. “Yes, he's one of my mates. You know we need to protect my mates from the other ponies, right?” Nodding, the squirrels ran off, back into the mouse hole, and no sooner than that, a flurry of activity surrounded me and Mac. Squirrels and beavers made sure my ballistic glass windows were locked before pulling down the curtains. Mice turned on some of the lamps that were off in the house, while Angel closed the door, a nearby hummingbird turning the lock there. I could sense one of my fuck-buddy bears standing guard at the door, and knew his growling would keep unwanted visitors away. I loved my animal friends. They lacked the judgmental attitudes of most ponies. I was loyal to them, cared for the every need of them and their young, and in exchange, they'd become my guardians in Ponyville. Not only were they willing to bring unimaginable pain to any who would harm me, they were effective in keeping my secret hobby safe, sheltering and guiding those who gave me pleasure as best they could. No doubt, Big Mac could feel just how secure this place had become, and he let out a breath he didn't seem to realize he'd been holding. “Wow, they're pretty well-trained, ain't they?” he asked, shocked at just how effective the cottage had just been locked down. “Oh no, I didn't train them.” I shook my head and flashed him a sweet smile. “They just look after their own. Such sweet little animals” I licked my lips and winked playfully at him. “Of course, you know full well the kind of animal I am.” That earned another nervous fidget from the large red earth pony. “Yeah, 'bout that...” He turned his head sideways, looking away from me with a profound blush on his cheeks. “I just thought I'd apologize for, y'know, being so rough. I hope I didn't hurt you or anything like that.” So, that's what he was worried about? That he'd gone a bit too far and wouldn't get another chance to ride my ass? “Why are you apologizing?” I asked, my voice hardening, my grin widening. “Because you showed me who you really are and now you're afraid I'm gonna be scared off?” Predictably, he raised a hoof up and opened his mouth to protest, and I shushed him. “I'm not done yet!” I exclaimed. Gulping, he stood petrified as I resumed. “Stallions like you don't want mares' respect. You want their cunts. You want to use them until you're tired and throw them away. You wouldn't be looking for mates on that website otherwise!” His hoof fell to the ground as he stared at me, dumbstruck. Seemed I was surprising him to no end this week. “Well let me tell you something, mister...!” It was then that I twirled around, hiking my tail up and lowering my upper body, leaving my ass fully exposed to his eyes, which were drawn to my experienced, twitching holes like Princess Celestia to a cake. Confident that I had his full attention, I softened my tone as I resumed, my voice suddenly husky and breathless. “... You've found the right mare.” I could feel the tension bleed out of him, his body relaxing as the words left my mouth. Well, a certain part of him was getting more tense, which I didn't mind. Still, I needed to hammer home just who he was dealing with. “We're both the same, you and I. The lovey-dovey nonsense that most ponies dream of bores us to tears, and the overblown ritual of most kinks is alien to us. We don't want love, at least not exclusively. We want to fuck, to let go of all the stupid rules ponies put between themselves and primal, base pleasure. We just want sex, unrestrained and wild, like the animals in the Everfree.” Mac's cock was full-mast now, and I could hear the blood pumping through it as it readied itself to plunge deep into me. I kept talking, letting some of my saliva pool on the floor as I breathed the words out lustily. “The only thing that separates us is that I admit it! Sure, I hide it from those who aren't like us so I don't have to explain myself to 'normal' ponies, but I don't hide it from myself like you do!” I could hear him start to growl under his breath, feel his eyes shifting every which way before settling back on my rump. Just a bit more, and he'd be jumping my bones. “In that dungeon of yours, you weren't even thinking; you just took what you wanted! So why oh why are your eyes scanning around for lube?! Why aren't you just fucking me up the ass already, like we both know you want to!?” Hook, line and sinker. He mounted me and cruelly stabbed my dry, unprepared ass with his massive dick, filling my innards as he buried himself balls-deep inside me. “So that's what you think!?” He shouted angrily. “You think I'm too soft for ya?! That I'm afraid of what lil' miss Fluttershy thinks of me?! Well, lemmie show you just how wrong you are, you bitch!” He pressed a hoof against my head as he shouted his rage, slamming my face against the floor and holding me firmly in place as he pounded angrily into me, every bit of restraint gone from him now. I could tell by the way he pressed his hoof to my skull and the way his spittle dripped from his mouth like a rabid dog that I'd hit a nerve. All the better for me, so far as I was concerned. His thrusts were relentless, every bit of strength dedicated to tearing through my asshole, ripping apart any muscle that dared resist his dominion over the tight, quivering flesh he'd claimed as his own. “Yes!" I squealed out loud, moaning in ecstasy as he pounded my insides. At least that meeting I'd set up wasn't for another couple days; I was going to need the time to recuperate after this. While Mac fucked me, several animals emerged from the various cubbyholes and hatches in the cottage, all gazing on as their caretaker was ravaged by the strange, enormous stallion who'd visited their home. Not one of them intervened, and not out of fear. Angel and a few other rabbits had even started cheering me on. Every last one of them could tell by my moans and the wetness of my pussy that I wasn't in any danger. A couple of wolves who'd wandered in were even exchanging tips with one another for the next time they rutted me. Moving his hoof aside, he lowered his head to mine, spitting in my ear before speaking. “So, your friends like to watch, do they? Well, slut, let's give 'em a show!” He yanked my mane, pulling my head up off the floor and pulling me back, using my mane for leverage as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. I was now wailing with wild abandon, the windows vibrating and several teacups cracking, and for a moment I wondered if even the bear guarding the front door could keep curious ponies away. Perhaps, if my mind weren't hazy from the sudden rush of endorphins, I'd mention that he was risking getting the both of us caught, particularly by an angry orange earth mare. As it was, though, I wasn't thinking about anything except how fucking awesome Big Mac's cock was as he slammed it into my now raw, bleeding ass, pain and pleasure making me drunk with desire. I managed to get a hold of my moaning enough to talk to him as well. “Mmmmm... M-maybe... We can give you a show... when you're.. done with me?” Whistling, Big Mac slammed my head to the ground again, keeping my head down with one fore-hoof while the other continued to tug at my mane savagely. “Damn, you fuck your animals too!?” He exclaimed. “And here I was thinkin' you were worth takin' home to mama!” He slammed into me one last time as his cock began to throb, struggling to hold back his impending load. “Well, this here's what you're really worth, you fucking cunt!” With that, he grunted and unloaded straight into my bowels, filling them up with hot, creamy seed. He left it in this time, holding me in place as jets of high-pressure semen flooded my innards, distending my stomach from the sheer volume of it all. For a moment, I had to wonder where the hay he was keeping it all – stallions didn't normally have quite that much! By the time he was done, I was fuller than dinner at the Apple family table, and semen flowed from my ass like a brook, mixed with a slight trace of blood. Coming down from his orgasm, Big Mac sighed and wiped his brow, his body relaxing as he let me go. “W-wow...” His voice was distant, light, as though he'd been freed from a long-standing burden. “Damn, whore, you were right!” He stretched his hooves lazily, grinning at me as he did. “ I bet Applejack would love to meet the real you next time she and I play.” My ears perked up at the sudden mention of his sister. “Wait,” I said, “You and she...?” “Eeyup.” He seemed remarkably casual about admitting to screwing his own flesh and blood. “And here I was worried she was like the rest.” I was equally casual in my acceptance. “I just hope she's barren like I am.” I moaned softly as I forced myself to sit down atop my rump, my asshole just sore enough to send another shockwave of pleasure through my body as I did. He raised an eyebrow at just how easily I'd taken that bit of news. “Y'all don't have a problem with that? Her and I bein' brother and sister and all?” Amazed that he thought anything could still surprise me, I simply gave him a half-lidded, deadpan stare. “When I can't find another pony to fuck me like an animal, I actually fuck animals. Even if I did oppose, I rather lack the moral high ground here.” Thankfully, he just laughed at that. “Yeah, s'pose that makes sense,” he admitted. “So, y'all wanna join me next time Applejack and I are gettin' it on?” I nodded and licked my lips. “Sure. Though after we're done, I'm taking her to the Everfree Forest, introducing her to some of my bigger friends. Then we have show her our little online 'hub.'” Agreements made, I cleaned up the excess semen – with my tongue – before sitting down at the table with him for a spot of tea. As we spoke about secret fuck dungeons and my myriad trips for partners of every race in Equestria, I could tell that I was right about him. We were both just a couple of animals, looking to vent our urges whenever the 'civilized' ponies weren't looking. Were we in love? Fuck no. But I could tell that I'd gained a new fuck buddy, and that was even better, at least as far as I was concerned. Author's Note I did say I wasn't going to make the epilogue as debaucherous as the main story. Apparently I lied. Hope you all aren't mad.
Chapter One of TwoCunt. To many mares, it was a degrading slur, a term for a mare who was useless save for the wet slit between her rear legs. To me, it was a badge of honor, growled into my ear as I was taken by one of the many, many stallions I'd bedded over the years. It was a symbol that I was lusted after, that my body was desirable, that ponies wanted to use me as much as I needed to be used. Of course, most “dignified” ponies would disagree. I imagine Rarity and the others would be absolutely aghast to find out that their timid little yellow friend was a wanton bitch who ran through at least two cocks a night when no pony in respectable society was looking. No, that just wouldn't do. How would I be able to function in society with all the judgmental glares. I had enough trouble dealing with outside pressure as it is. Most ponies didn't need it like I did, however. Quite a catch twenty-two, yes? I couldn't function in society unless I sated my urges, but I couldn't sate my urges and function in society. At least not openly. Needless to say, when ponies heard a mare's moans among the howls and shrieks of the Everfree's denizens, it was usually me. However, sometimes I just needed a pony. Or a griffin, donkey or dragon. Just something that can speak! A snake can't whisper huskily into my ear. A manticore can't tell me what he expects, or how to serve him. How fortunate for me, then, that my good friend Rainbow Dash had helped me get on the internet. A wonderful little network that ponies could use to talk to one another over great distances. Rainbow no doubt expected me to use it to look up cute cat pictures and gardening tips. Instead, I would only ever use it to set up meetings. I've done it many times now, usually with high-society types who, like me, couldn't afford to be seen rutting anything that caught his eye like some sort of animal, or visitors looking for a treat they just couldn't get at Sugar Cube Corner or Sweet Apple Acres. Of course, actually going to meet a partner in public had its own issues. I couldn't exactly walk up to some stud in Sugar Cube corner and take him to my cabin, at least not without getting the attention of the local gossips. No, there were rules. If they came to Ponyville, they paid for the hotel, and if I came to their town, I paid. A stranger's name on a guest list never aroused suspicion the way the town's mayor would. And always, always, the home pony wore a disguise. Something to catch the other party's eye without exposing her identity to those whose lives were so meaningless that they derived their pleasure from invading the privacy of others. Me, I always wore a black spandex bodysuit, tight enough to show off my form while completely hiding anything that could identify me. My eyes are hidden behind tinted lenses fitted onto a spandex mask, and my mane and tail are tucked tightly against my body to fit them inside, leaving nothing that can give even a hint that it's actually the charming little veterinarian at the edge of town that's going into the hotel with that strange stallion that no pony's seen before. Today, I was in my disguise and walking along the market. It was the rare instance that I was looking for another Ponyville pony, so while he was looking for a pony that was in a black bodysuit and full-face mask, I was looking for a stallion in a tuxedo with top hat and a surgeon's mask. Neither of us had exchanged photos online since he couldn't rely on not having ponies looking over my shoulder, and assumed I'd have the same issue, so all I had to go by was the disguise. Hopefully he had the good sense to hide his mane in his hat, or at least his mane and tail color wouldn't just scream out who it was the way mine would. I found him standing in front of sugar cube corner, nursing a milkshake with a straw poked through the surgeon's mask as he stood next to the door. It was hard to tell between the mask and hat, but he seemed to have a dark, blood-colored coat. No doubt it would be much more pleasant to look at once we dispatched with these outfits. I walked up to him and rub my flank against his. Three gyrations of my hips, just enough to get the message across. He nodded at me and I can see he has deep, piercing emerald eyes. Oh yes, he looks like he'll be all sorts of fun. I could see his muscles rippling underneath the too-small tuxedo, just waiting to pound his cock deep inside a whore's ass. “Suffer the harsh winter's wind...” he said, struggling to maintain a fake Trottingham accent. My Trottingham accent, however, was perfect as I recited my part of the code phrase, the result of years of practice with other encounters throughout Equestria. “... For it bares aloft the next spring's seeds.” Nodding softly, he started walking ahead of me. “Follow me, my lady.” For a moment, I swore I heard an orchard accent slip through the affected tone. “I know just the place.” “Of course, darling,” I replied. Perhaps, if we decided to make this a regular event, I could offer him some voice coaching. He led me out of the town proper and to the apple farm, and for a moment I wonder why we were going here of all places. “This seems a fine place to be spotted.” Even as I expressed my concern, I never let my voice falter. Stallions tended to like the idea that they were filling a posh Trottingham hussy full of their cum, and I could tell he was no exception by the way his tuxedo tightened between his rear legs. He was silent, however, until we were out of sight of any of the barns, out in the middle several trees that had already been picked clean. He stopped in front of one tree in particular and lowered his head, pulling on a patch of false grass with his teeth to reveal a trap door. Bad as he was in keeping an image, he seemed to understand the importance of having a spot no pony we knew would walk in on. I would have to ask him how to set up a lair like this, if only so I could set up my own under the cottage. I climbed down the ladder first, allowing him to shut us back in before he followed. Thankfully, there were lit candles along the walls, since an earth pony and a pegasus weren't going to get much done in pitch black. The room was just how I liked it: dusty, with cobwebs in the corners. It was unfurnished, save for several sacks of grain and seed strewn about, probably as a cover in case any pony discovered it. As much fun as hotels and beds were, nothing quite beat the feeling of being pounded while splayed out on the floor, existing only to be used and discarded so the next horny stallion could have a turn. Once we were in and sure that no pony would interrupt the proceedings, I began to pull off the body suit. I unzipped the sides and pulled off the tight fitting spandex, feeling the familiar pull against my sweaty, trembling skin. I reached up with my left fore-hoof, ripping off my mask, then shook my head wildly to straighten out my mane and pull it off my sticky back. I was a sexy little piece of flank, if I did say so myself. “M-Miss F-Fluttershy!?” No doubt about it, that was an orchard accent. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. I looked over at the stallion, who was now looking at me with bulging eyes, his hat slipping off as he stared dumbfounded. Without the shade of his hat, I could now see that his coat was a much brighter, primary shade of red, and I could make out the freckles on his cheeks even through the mask, along with a dull blonde mane and tail. I wasn't going to say no to him fucking me just because he was Applejack's brother, but I needed to make something absolutely clear. “You say even one thing outside of this room to any pony,” I hissed, “and I'll make sure I'm not the only one who's reputation suffers.” “Eeyup,” Big Mac replied with a distant voice, slowly pulling off that stupid mask with a stiff, seemingly robotic hoof. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he stood there in a dumb silence, no doubt trying to parse the conflicting image of sweet, angelic Fluttershy being the cock-hungry nympho he'd set up this little meeting with. Honestly, I couldn't give a damn about his little crisis of conscious. What I cared about was that he was a giant, hulking monster of a pony, and that heaven was between his legs. I sauntered over to him slowly, swaying my rear and swishing my tail in that exaggerated way that always got a horny stallion's attention. I got right up in his face, then planted my lips firmly against his. Not waiting for a reaction, I reached for his tux and ripped it off with all the force I can muster, my wings immediately springing up as the scent of apples and sweaty male filled my nostrils. Finally, I broke off the kiss and slipped back into my posh Trottingham accent. “I trust this isn't going to be a problem, darling?” “Eenope.” Good. Just what I wanted to hear. His forelegs wrapped around my withers in an embrace, forcing his tongue down my throat. As his emerald eyes stared into my turquoise ones and began to harden with confidence, I knew that I was in for one hell of a rutting. Author's Note Originally written for Sexty Minute Ponies Prompt #111, however, the hour concluded before I could get to the action, which will be the next chapter.
Chapter Two of TwoHave I mentioned how much I hate gentle stallions? Rarity went on and on every chance she got about finding a pure, chivalrous prince to marry, and every time, it took every fiber of my being to not roll my eyes and yawn. There was just something about hesitant caresses and soft, measured kissing that I always found so dreadfully boring. Thankfully, that wasn't a problem with Big Mac. Not to say he was proving to be the “wham, bam, thank you ma'am,” type. No, that would have been fun, but I preferred it when a stallion had enough stamina and strength to fuck until I was too sore to move. If my flanks were bruised the following day, that was a bonus. And the way Big Mac was going, I was definitely going to be explaining away some bruises to my friends next time I saw them. I was pressed up against the wall, my mane cascading down our bodies as he slammed full force, driving his cock deep inside my twat. Was the room shaking from his violent pounding against my body, or was it just me? Either way, I was having the time of my life, my fore hooves and head pressed against the old, rough wood as he loomed over me. His body obscured mine easily, casting a shadow over me with his massive form as he took me again and again. Thankfully, we were far enough underground that we'd not need to worry about being heard even if the place hadn't been properly soundproofed. Unbidden, I screamed and moaned my lust, my mouth drooling just as much as my pussy as his massive rod churned inside me. “Big” Mac was right; his cock nearly tore flesh as it entered, its girth was so great, and I could feel it slamming against my cervix with every single thrust. Most mares found it painful when a stallion hit the cervix, and I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a jolt of pain as he fucked me, but that only added to the allure. He was making no effort to accommodate me, and why should he? The pain and pleasure mixed exquisitely, the sheer rush leaving my body a quivering mass of ecstasy. He leaned his face toward mine and took my earlobe in his mouth, biting sharply and drawing blood. Not an issue for me; at worst, I could just explain it away as an unruly critter objecting to an uncommonly invasive treatment, and only he and I would be the wiser. For his effort, I let out another lustful wail. By this time, we'd been at it so long I could barely hear myself think. My world had been reduced to his cock slamming into my soft, sopping wet twat and our shared grunts and groans filling the small room we were in. We were there for what seemed like hours, rutting like the animals we were, and I could feel his cock swelling with his impending orgasm. I'd already cum several times, getting off on just how much of a beast he was, and by now my body was aching. My insides cried for the privilege of having his spooge fill me, and the heat spreading through my body was proving quite unbearable. Thus, I was actually quite surprised when he pulled out with a grunt and tossed me to the floor. I lifted my head up and opened my mouth to speak, only for him to spit in my face. Driven by lust and years of instinct, I licked up the spittle and swallowed it. “That's a good bitch, miss Fluttershy!” The mocking air of his voice sent shivers down my spine as he stood up before me, his cock pulsating with energy just underneath his barrel. I bit my lip and started to rise up, but a single massive fore-hoof pushed me flat onto the ground. “You want this here, you slut?” he asked me, his eyes burning with the dominance I craved. “Prove it.” He then stood there, completely still, his fore-hooves near my face. Normally, this would be the part where I begged and pleaded for him to finish me, but the hard set of his cheekbones and his slight frown suggested he didn't want to hear talking. I was actually quite confused, wondering just what I was supposed to do. He then gave my face a light kick, nothing forceful, just enough so that my lips touched his hoof, and I understood right away. I brushed a stray lock of hair from my eyes and grinned at him, licking my lips. “Of course, Master.” Hearing me call him by such a lofty title was clearly having an effect, if the way his cock's sudden spasm and oozing pre were any indication, but it was when I started to lick his hooves that he began to moan with delight. Now normally, I wasn't exactly a hoof fetishist. They didn't gross me out or anything, but I never got the point of hoof worship, of spending so much time on a part of the body that wasn't really all that sensitive. It seemed like such a waste of time and tongue. Here, though, it wasn't exactly about his hooves. No, licking his hooves was a symbol. Whether he was aware of historical earth pony servitude, I wasn't sure, but I knew about that particular bit of pre-Equestria history. I was always fascinated by ancient means of breaking slaves. Not the toned-down bondage play practiced today, but how pegasi and unicorns would rape and beat their earth pony slaves until every last trace of resistance was killed inside their spirits, and how the subjugated earth pony would lick her master's hooves as a sign of submission. Looking at it through that prism, it made perfect sense that an earth pony would want a pegasus to lick his hooves, and the reversal of roles nearly made me cum yet again. So, lick I did. Not quick, chaste licks. Oh no, I slowly ran my tongue along the sides, caressing them the way I would a raging hard-on, shining the hard bone of each hoof until it glistened in the dim candlelight. From the front set to the rear, I bathed them in my saliva, moaning eagerly as I did. When that was done, he presented me with the bottom of each hoof, and I lapped away with the same intensity, licking up the grass and dirt and hay until the bottoms were clean. I could feel his lecherous gaze on my flanks and rump as I worked. I even shook my ass for him, feeling the juices from my gaping pussy spray out with each shake, like trying to beat a wet carpet dry. “That's it, miss Fluttershy,” he growled at me, his voice dripping with sarcasm at 'miss,' “that's what you're good for...” I stayed silent, however, content to enjoy the way his fat cock throbbed against my back as I lapped at his rear hooves like a kitten at a milk bowl. I must have done the job right, however, since he pulled me out from under him by my tail, bringing my face right in front of his pulsating meat. I opened my mouth just in time – he'd given no sign, and if I hadn't opened up just then, he might have knocked some teeth out – and gagged as he suddenly filled my muzzle and throat with enough cock to feed a room full of porn stars. Not bothering to wait for me to get comfortable, he started pumping his hips back and forth, pushing me by the flanks back underneath him and forcing me to take even more of his monstrous stallionhood down my throat. I coughed and choked around his tool, struggling to breathe as he fucked my face with all the strength those rippling, muscular flanks could muster. It was a wonder I didn't throw up right then and there like a filly with her first stallion. Still, I was slobbering quite profusely, drool flying from my mouth as he pounded away, my mouth and cheeks a mess of saliva. Even as I reveled in the rough treatment, I wondered if he had some paper towels. Not a lot of ways to explain away a face covered in saliva. Eventually, though, I'd grown accustomed to his length and girth and wrapped my lips around it in a tight seal, sucking in earnest. The desperate cacophony of struggling to breathe was replaced by the soft, dulcet sounds of slurping as he rammed the whole of his length into my throat – and nearly to my stomach – over and over again, not once showing even the least bit of consideration for how I was going. Just the way I liked it. “Now I hope you don't expect me to go using my mouth!” he exclaimed in a sharp, condescending tone. “That there's for stupid, slutty mares like you!” True to his words, he kept his mouth away from my pussy and ass, giving them no consideration other than to spit at them occasionally. And so, he rutted my face for what felt like hours, stretching out my throat with his exceptional masculinity, his scent filling my nostrils and driving me wild with lust. Eventually, however, all good things had to come to an end. With a thunderous groan, Big Mac thew his head back and grunted as he unloaded his seed into my mouth. Now this, I was able to handle with ease. Moaning and whimpering happily, I gulped down his load as it shot through his cock, my lips sealed tightly around the massive tool to keep even a drop from escaping. Whether he thought I was in danger or just wanted to add some more degradation, I'd never know, but just as my stomach began to bulge with his semen, he pulled my mane cruelly, yanking me off his cock and spilling the rest of his load all over me. I was impressed at just how much he still had – all I needed was to get it out of my mane and find a fake horn, and I'd have been mistaken for a younger version of Princess Celestia. Now done with me, Mac released my mane, letting me sink into the puddle of goop. Not once looking at me, he made his way to the ladder and started climbing. “Y'all better lick that clean and blow out the candles before leaving!” he commanded, and then was gone, putting the false backing over the hatch to hide what we'd just done once he was topside. Alone, I laid in his semen, grinning. And here I'd always taken Mac for being one of those annoying chivalrous types. Instead, he fucked me like a wild beast and left me here to simmer in his spunk without so much as a 'farewell.' For a moment there, I wondered if I'd actually found my special somepony. “He didn't say I needed to go right away,” I whispered to myself. Rolling onto my back, I spread my rear legs and slipped a fore-hoof between them, replaying our rutting in my mind over and over as I frigged myself relentlessly. I could worry about cleaning myself later. Author's Note Hope you enjoy the action scene. Should be small epilogue up in a day or two.
EpilogueI hoofed myself to several orgasms in that dungeon, making an even bigger mess of the floor than Mac had. It only made the task of licking every last drop all the more exciting. Unfortunately, spending the next hour licking the floor clean of the heavenly mixture of spunk and love honey only left me even more horny by the time I blew out the candles. I had to run the long way around the town, making sure no pony saw me, until I found a way into the Everfree. My friends took care of my renewed lusts, then let me clean off at a hot spring, allowing me to go on my merry little way. I was home before the sun set. From then, I tended to the animals around the cottage, worked on the garden, and generally slipped back to the facade of bashful, innocent Fluttershy. My routine was pretty much normal for the rest of the week, taking care of my wonderful little critter friends, hanging out with Rainbow Dash and the others, and sneaking off into the Everfree at every chance for a quick rutting. As usual, I lied every so often about the latest bruise or bite I'd received. A snake who thought I was coming to hurt her young, the thrashings of a nervous timber wolf yearling, a piece of furniture falling at an inopportune time. I had a new lie for every cut and scrape, my imagination coming up with endless excuses, my mouth spilling them with such practiced serenity that no pony thought better of it. Then, the weekend came, and I was at my computer, setting up a “date.” Seemed some muckity-muck from Manehattan wanted to show a group of Neighponese business stallions a good time, and I came highly recommended. I typed up my agreement, insisting that I wouldn't accept payment beyond room, board and travel for the event – there was a difference between being a slut and a call mare, and I was decidedly the former – and sent it off. It was just then that I heard a knock on my door. Well, that wasn't normal for a Saturday night. Still, it wasn't unwelcome. I always liked it when my friends stopped by for some tea. Clearing my throat, I called out sweetly to whoever was visiting. “Come in, it's unlocked.” The door opened, and in walked a hesitant, shifty-eyed Big McIntosh. Now that was even less normal. I didn't know what the hay he did at night, but I knew he wasn't anywhere near this part of town usually. That left a chance visit out of the question – this was about what happened in his little dungeon. Still, I had to keep face. Ponyville was, after all, a very conservative little town. “Oh hi, Big McIntosh!” I crowed sweetly, getting out from behind the desk and walking over to greet him. “Would you like a drink, maybe something to eat?” He fidgeted in place as I gazed up at him, his emerald eyes cloudy with doubt. “Um, uh...” He swallowed hard, trying to get the words to come out. This was not the same Big McIntosh that fucked me silly just a few days prior. “I jus' wanted to talk about... Y'know, what happened.” Nodding, I puckered my lips and whistled softly, coaxing some squirrels from a nearby mouse hole. I smiled down at them gently, getting warm smiles in return. “Sweeties,” I began, “could you do me a favor? I need you to pull down the curtains and get one of the bears to stand guard at the door.” The squirrels chattered a bit in response, to which I nodded. “Yes, he's one of my mates. You know we need to protect my mates from the other ponies, right?” Nodding, the squirrels ran off, back into the mouse hole, and no sooner than that, a flurry of activity surrounded me and Mac. Squirrels and beavers made sure my ballistic glass windows were locked before pulling down the curtains. Mice turned on some of the lamps that were off in the house, while Angel closed the door, a nearby hummingbird turning the lock there. I could sense one of my fuck-buddy bears standing guard at the door, and knew his growling would keep unwanted visitors away. I loved my animal friends. They lacked the judgmental attitudes of most ponies. I was loyal to them, cared for the every need of them and their young, and in exchange, they'd become my guardians in Ponyville. Not only were they willing to bring unimaginable pain to any who would harm me, they were effective in keeping my secret hobby safe, sheltering and guiding those who gave me pleasure as best they could. No doubt, Big Mac could feel just how secure this place had become, and he let out a breath he didn't seem to realize he'd been holding. “Wow, they're pretty well-trained, ain't they?” he asked, shocked at just how effective the cottage had just been locked down. “Oh no, I didn't train them.” I shook my head and flashed him a sweet smile. “They just look after their own. Such sweet little animals” I licked my lips and winked playfully at him. “Of course, you know full well the kind of animal I am.” That earned another nervous fidget from the large red earth pony. “Yeah, 'bout that...” He turned his head sideways, looking away from me with a profound blush on his cheeks. “I just thought I'd apologize for, y'know, being so rough. I hope I didn't hurt you or anything like that.” So, that's what he was worried about? That he'd gone a bit too far and wouldn't get another chance to ride my ass? “Why are you apologizing?” I asked, my voice hardening, my grin widening. “Because you showed me who you really are and now you're afraid I'm gonna be scared off?” Predictably, he raised a hoof up and opened his mouth to protest, and I shushed him. “I'm not done yet!” I exclaimed. Gulping, he stood petrified as I resumed. “Stallions like you don't want mares' respect. You want their cunts. You want to use them until you're tired and throw them away. You wouldn't be looking for mates on that website otherwise!” His hoof fell to the ground as he stared at me, dumbstruck. Seemed I was surprising him to no end this week. “Well let me tell you something, mister...!” It was then that I twirled around, hiking my tail up and lowering my upper body, leaving my ass fully exposed to his eyes, which were drawn to my experienced, twitching holes like Princess Celestia to a cake. Confident that I had his full attention, I softened my tone as I resumed, my voice suddenly husky and breathless. “... You've found the right mare.” I could feel the tension bleed out of him, his body relaxing as the words left my mouth. Well, a certain part of him was getting more tense, which I didn't mind. Still, I needed to hammer home just who he was dealing with. “We're both the same, you and I. The lovey-dovey nonsense that most ponies dream of bores us to tears, and the overblown ritual of most kinks is alien to us. We don't want love, at least not exclusively. We want to fuck, to let go of all the stupid rules ponies put between themselves and primal, base pleasure. We just want sex, unrestrained and wild, like the animals in the Everfree.” Mac's cock was full-mast now, and I could hear the blood pumping through it as it readied itself to plunge deep into me. I kept talking, letting some of my saliva pool on the floor as I breathed the words out lustily. “The only thing that separates us is that I admit it! Sure, I hide it from those who aren't like us so I don't have to explain myself to 'normal' ponies, but I don't hide it from myself like you do!” I could hear him start to growl under his breath, feel his eyes shifting every which way before settling back on my rump. Just a bit more, and he'd be jumping my bones. “In that dungeon of yours, you weren't even thinking; you just took what you wanted! So why oh why are your eyes scanning around for lube?! Why aren't you just fucking me up the ass already, like we both know you want to!?” Hook, line and sinker. He mounted me and cruelly stabbed my dry, unprepared ass with his massive dick, filling my innards as he buried himself balls-deep inside me. “So that's what you think!?” He shouted angrily. “You think I'm too soft for ya?! That I'm afraid of what lil' miss Fluttershy thinks of me?! Well, lemmie show you just how wrong you are, you bitch!” He pressed a hoof against my head as he shouted his rage, slamming my face against the floor and holding me firmly in place as he pounded angrily into me, every bit of restraint gone from him now. I could tell by the way he pressed his hoof to my skull and the way his spittle dripped from his mouth like a rabid dog that I'd hit a nerve. All the better for me, so far as I was concerned. His thrusts were relentless, every bit of strength dedicated to tearing through my asshole, ripping apart any muscle that dared resist his dominion over the tight, quivering flesh he'd claimed as his own. “Yes!" I squealed out loud, moaning in ecstasy as he pounded my insides. At least that meeting I'd set up wasn't for another couple days; I was going to need the time to recuperate after this. While Mac fucked me, several animals emerged from the various cubbyholes and hatches in the cottage, all gazing on as their caretaker was ravaged by the strange, enormous stallion who'd visited their home. Not one of them intervened, and not out of fear. Angel and a few other rabbits had even started cheering me on. Every last one of them could tell by my moans and the wetness of my pussy that I wasn't in any danger. A couple of wolves who'd wandered in were even exchanging tips with one another for the next time they rutted me. Moving his hoof aside, he lowered his head to mine, spitting in my ear before speaking. “So, your friends like to watch, do they? Well, slut, let's give 'em a show!” He yanked my mane, pulling my head up off the floor and pulling me back, using my mane for leverage as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. I was now wailing with wild abandon, the windows vibrating and several teacups cracking, and for a moment I wondered if even the bear guarding the front door could keep curious ponies away. Perhaps, if my mind weren't hazy from the sudden rush of endorphins, I'd mention that he was risking getting the both of us caught, particularly by an angry orange earth mare. As it was, though, I wasn't thinking about anything except how fucking awesome Big Mac's cock was as he slammed it into my now raw, bleeding ass, pain and pleasure making me drunk with desire. I managed to get a hold of my moaning enough to talk to him as well. “Mmmmm... M-maybe... We can give you a show... when you're.. done with me?” Whistling, Big Mac slammed my head to the ground again, keeping my head down with one fore-hoof while the other continued to tug at my mane savagely. “Damn, you fuck your animals too!?” He exclaimed. “And here I was thinkin' you were worth takin' home to mama!” He slammed into me one last time as his cock began to throb, struggling to hold back his impending load. “Well, this here's what you're really worth, you fucking cunt!” With that, he grunted and unloaded straight into my bowels, filling them up with hot, creamy seed. He left it in this time, holding me in place as jets of high-pressure semen flooded my innards, distending my stomach from the sheer volume of it all. For a moment, I had to wonder where the hay he was keeping it all – stallions didn't normally have quite that much! By the time he was done, I was fuller than dinner at the Apple family table, and semen flowed from my ass like a brook, mixed with a slight trace of blood. Coming down from his orgasm, Big Mac sighed and wiped his brow, his body relaxing as he let me go. “W-wow...” His voice was distant, light, as though he'd been freed from a long-standing burden. “Damn, whore, you were right!” He stretched his hooves lazily, grinning at me as he did. “ I bet Applejack would love to meet the real you next time she and I play.” My ears perked up at the sudden mention of his sister. “Wait,” I said, “You and she...?” “Eeyup.” He seemed remarkably casual about admitting to screwing his own flesh and blood. “And here I was worried she was like the rest.” I was equally casual in my acceptance. “I just hope she's barren like I am.” I moaned softly as I forced myself to sit down atop my rump, my asshole just sore enough to send another shockwave of pleasure through my body as I did. He raised an eyebrow at just how easily I'd taken that bit of news. “Y'all don't have a problem with that? Her and I bein' brother and sister and all?” Amazed that he thought anything could still surprise me, I simply gave him a half-lidded, deadpan stare. “When I can't find another pony to fuck me like an animal, I actually fuck animals. Even if I did oppose, I rather lack the moral high ground here.” Thankfully, he just laughed at that. “Yeah, s'pose that makes sense,” he admitted. “So, y'all wanna join me next time Applejack and I are gettin' it on?” I nodded and licked my lips. “Sure. Though after we're done, I'm taking her to the Everfree Forest, introducing her to some of my bigger friends. Then we have show her our little online 'hub.'” Agreements made, I cleaned up the excess semen – with my tongue – before sitting down at the table with him for a spot of tea. As we spoke about secret fuck dungeons and my myriad trips for partners of every race in Equestria, I could tell that I was right about him. We were both just a couple of animals, looking to vent our urges whenever the 'civilized' ponies weren't looking. Were we in love? Fuck no. But I could tell that I'd gained a new fuck buddy, and that was even better, at least as far as I was concerned. Author's Note I did say I wasn't going to make the epilogue as debaucherous as the main story. Apparently I lied. Hope you all aren't mad.
