I 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.