Have 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.