Things were considerably less crowded in Applejack’s hospital room this time around. While shaky Fluttershy was supported by a stoic Big Mac, the only other ponies present where Twilight, Doctor Stable, Constable Nightstick, and the bedridden Applejack. If the earth pony was antsy before, Fluttershy knew she was ready to crawl the walls now.

“I know,” Nightstick began, “that Ponyville has a certain cavalier attitude concerning monsters. Even outside the district, Ponyville has quite the reputation of a rather blase attitude concerning threats that would have any other town running in terror.”

Big Mac smirked.

“Nevertheless, even though monsters may be more common, deaths are not. Chalk it up to experience or blind luck, but the crown take these attacks very seriously, regardless of reason.”

All eyes followed him as he reached into his own saddlebags and pulled out a sealed evidence case. Inside was the jagged piece of glass that Fluttershy had once seen buried in Noteworthy.

“But before we get into this,” he gave the container a light shake, “can we get your take, doctor?”

Doctor Stable was a perpetually surly-looking stallion. He had once told Fluttershy that there was nothing that could surprise him anymore. When asked what he was talking about, he escorted her to the nurse’s break room where they had a set of shelves devoted to objects removed from various orifices.

Needless to say, it was difficult to look him in the eye.

Stable fixed his glasses and picked up the chart at the end of Applejack’s bed. “Mostly bruising and lacerations to the chest, back, and legs. A few superficial with some moderate scratches across the chest and abdomen that required stitching. Nothing life threatening, and no signs of infection. I prescribed the standard antibiotics and a patch job. As far as animal or monster attacks go, she got off lucky. I’d be willing to discharge her today.”

Nightstick nodded. “Thank you, doctor,” he said as Stable headed for the door.

“If you excuse me, I have other patients to attend to.” Hopefully those that wouldn’t add to the shelf.

“Now, Miss Applejack, do you recognize this?” Nightstick held up the case. Applejack and Twilight leaned forward, and both sets of eyes widened.

“Shit.”

Applejack was one to rarely swear. Oh, Fluttershy knew without a shadow of a doubt that the only one capable of cursing up a bigger storm than Applejack was Granny, but Applejack at least tried to keep things civil when in polite company.

“You’ve seen this before?” asked Twilight

“Yup. Plum forgot all about it in the fuss. Saw it up against the shed just before the wolf broke through the door. Kept it with mah rope ‘n forgot all about it after. Not sure where it went in the tussle.”

“So you confirm that you were the last one to touch this?” Nightstick asked carefully.

Fluttershy felt her hackles rise.

“No,” Big Mac affirmed. “It ain’t like you think.”

“I didn’t kill Noteworthy!” Applejack all but screamed. The only one who didn’t react to her outburst was the unflappable constable.

“I’m not saying you did or didn’t, Miss Applejack. I’m just trying to get all the facts in order.”

“Sure sounds like you’re implying somethin’ fierce,” Big Mac added.

“Regardless, I have confirmed reports and sworn statements that Noteworthy ran out of town after speaking with Miss Applejack yesterday morning around,” Nightstick pulled out a notepad, “nine thirty.”

“Yeah, I remember him. Wanted some cider, but we don’t stock none until Applefest starts. Changed his mind fer some apples. Was about to hand off a half bushel, but he up and skedaddled like Tirek himself was on his heels. No idea why.”

Nightstick jotted down a few more notes.

“What else did he say?”

“Nothin’,” Applejack said begrudgingly. Fluttershy didn’t blame her. Being the last pony seen with the murder weapon would have anyone on edge. “Quiet bugger. Wanted cider, had none, asked fer apples, and he ran off as I got ‘em off the cart. Didn’t even get a word out. Looked scared fer some reason but ya got me as to why.”

He jotted down a few more notes.

“One more question. Again, I’m not accusing you of anything, but can you confirm you have the only set of keys for the west orchard shed?”

Fluttershy saw Big Mac narrow his eyes, but he stayed silent. Applejack’s hackles were rising. She looked ready to bear her teeth.

“Old lock. Old door. Gran only had the one set.”

“Which you had at the time?”

“In the house.”

One more line of notes on the notepad.

“You think I did it, don’tcha?” Applejack asked softly.

Twilight stood tall and straight at that. Where did she get her own notepad from? Fluttershy wasn’t sure when she pulled it out.

Nightstick shook his head. “I believe a pony lost in their own mind can imagine anything. It was dark, you were blitzed. I believe it would have been very easy to mistake a pony for a wolf.”

“There is a missing piece in your notes, constable.”

All eyes turned to Twilight. Nightstick cocked an eyebrow.

“Something to add, princess?”

“Affirmative. I know where that mirror shard came from.”

“Why didn’t you say so, Twi!” Applejack said with a growl. This time she did bear her teeth.

“I just waited to get all the facts straight. You remember that breakin I told you about earlier this morning?”

“I have heard about no such thing,” Nightstick said.

“It wasn’t related to your case and was handled locally, constable. At about eleven in the morning, somepony broke into my castle. Nothing was taken and no pony was hurt. The only sign of something occurring was a smashed mirror made of glass on a polished silver-backed frame. I had it reassembled after hearing about Fluttershy’s find and discovered it was missing a piece, the one you currently hold, constable.”

Nightstick blinked. Twilight took a breath and continued.

“Given that Applejack was spotted in town until noon, she couldn’t have been there to break the mirror. There was no way she could have left the square and broken into the castle unseen, let alone returned quickly enough to hide the shard. It does not explain who took the shard, but it brings forth enough reasonable doubt concerning Applejack’s attachment to the murder weapon, and we both know she doesn’t have motive. I can’t explain how a thief brought the shard to Applejack, but neither can you.”

Applejack’s eyes were welling up with gratitude. Twilight to the end would read life like a puzzle. Thank Celestia they had a princess on standby so well versed in law.

Calmly as could be, Nightstick shook his head. “I do not mean to offend, princess. I am merely doing my job within the confines of the law.”

“I know. Applejack didn’t do it.”

“Yet can you explain how Noteworthy was lethally injured on Apple property if she didn’t? With something that she couldn’t possess?”

Twilight hesitated for just a moment. “I cannot.”

Nightstick sighed. “Neither can I. There are some things here that don’t add up, granted, but to ease your mind, Miss Applejack, I am not here to arrest you.”

Applejack was silent. Big Mac only nodded, while Twilight gave the constable a thank you as he said his courtesies and left.

“Glad that’s all over and done with. Was gonna choke on the smell of cheap cigarettes,” Applejack said.

Fluttershy sniffed the air. The room was tinged with the slight smell of tobacco. Hardly something overpowering.

“Are you going to leave the hospital, Applejack?” Fluttershy asked.

The mare stretched and hopped off the bed. “Yup. Ah feel fine. Better than fine, really. Granny’s calling in a few favors and family members so we can get back on schedule. Can’t afford to be in bed next week. Or another day.”

“Whatever you do, you have me full support, Applejack,” Twilight said. “Legal advice, financial aid, whatever you need.”

“Thanks a big one, Twily. Ah mean it. Don’t think ah’ll need to take you up on that favor, but it’s good to know it’s there. And Fluttershy.”

Applejack rounded on her in a rather surprising bout of speed given the amount of bandages she was wrapped in. “Thanks fer everythin’. Ah mean it. Don’t rightly know how I woulda acted if I’da seen what you did.”

Fluttershy brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, a nervous tick everyone in the town knew she possessed. “It’s not a problem. I’ll help in any way I can.”

Looking like the earth pony needed a hug, Fluttershy embraced her, mindful of the gauze. Applejack wrapped a leg around her.

Fluttershy had good instincts. Some would say hers were far too sharp for their own good. Either way, she trusted them implicitly. They helped her face more monsters than she could rightly count. Fear could be a strength.

That tingle on the back of her neck, the cold sweat, the fluttering heartbeat. Each was a sign that something was wrong, that danger was near. She had brought dragons and beasties of the night to heel.

Fluttershy shivered as Applejack gave her throat a sniff. One, then two. Lips curled as if bearing teeth.

And like that it was over. Fluttershy was on the receiving end of platitudes of grace and thanks, but her mind was on that little moment. Words were lost on her as she looked into Applejack’s eyes. Gratitude. She could get lost in those bright green depths.

For a flash, the gratitude was gone and in it’s place was something else, something more. Fluttershy had seen it many times before. Fluttershy backed up a half step, but Applejack’s hoof kept in her place.

You are mine.

True to her word, Applejack received the release paperwork later that day and was back to work the next. It was an Apple’s way to value work, and there was little to be done about it. Stubbornness was in their blood. Granny Smith might have wrangled Applejack back from returning to work so fast, but even the matriarch knew Applejack’s help was needed in the fields. Applejack was thankful that her friends gave her the proper space. Attack or not, murder or not, she had work to do.

Death rarely touched a town like Ponyville. Canterlot was good with sending out troop patrols to curtail more troublesome beasts, but monster attacks were a force to be feared nevertheless. Ponyville was a town of youths, and many failed to appreciate the experience of age.

Applefest was a somewhat somber affair. Ponies bought and sold like normal, and while the laughter and smiles were there, and the annual parade went off without a hitch, the shadow of Noteworthy’s death was on the mind. By the time Applefest ended, Applejack was beginning to feel thankful. Nightstick still had not come to arrest her. Tch, as if Big Mac was going to allow that.

Applejack smiled at the thought. Then she frowned. Her temper had been acting up ever since the attack. Small arguments had her grinding her teeth. Even thinking about Nightstick had her bearing her teeth.

It was just shock from the attack. Nothing more, she told herself.

That didn’t help the feeling of having a wild animal in her just begging to claw itself out. It’d been about a month since Note died. Applejack lay there in bed as her room was bathed in autumn moonlight. No matter what, she felt antsy and energetic. A long day of exhaustive farm work would usually do the trick, but even taking on additional chores did nothing to soothe the unpleasant feeling of itchy exuberance.

Applejack tossed in bed. She couldn’t sleep. Even relieving Applebloom of her chores today and downing a healthy dose of cough syrup did nothing to help her sleep.

She sighed. There was nothing to be done about it then. She tossed off her many blankets and got up. Perhaps some warm milk or a quick stretch would do. Laying in bed and staring at the ceiling was doing nothing. As quietly as she could, she closed the door behind her.

It was all because of that night. That night. That was all Applejack could call it. Her bite mark was missing, and all he scratches had healed, but it wouldn’t erase that night from her memory. Noteworthy ran away from her as if she had been branded with the mark of death, she’s been attacked by a wolf, and Note was found dead hours later.

She shivered. As much as she hated to admit it, that night was dark. Nightstick may very well have been right...

No. She had seen a wolf. A pony would have done anything other than growl and bite her. It had to be something else.

It had to.

Applejack’s hooves stopped just short of the kitchen.

The shed.

There’d be nothing there other than field equipment, but maybe going back would help. At least the exercise might help her get to sleep. The itch in the back of her mind agreed. As she approached the door and stepped into the moonlight, the itch began to spread and she shivered.

The moon may have been full, but the clouds were doing their damnedest to hide it’s rapturous aura. Niggling. Itching. That little crawling feeling in the back of her neck spread with each step she made into the night. Her goal was the old west orchard shed. Peace of mind had called her outside. Something else commanded her to run.

Run!

It didn’t matter why. It was a beautiful night, the most glorious of nights. Energy had welled up in Applejack’s veins and begged to be released. The idea of standing still was near painful to her and very soon her canter turned into a full gallop.

Each breath was coming in ragged gasps. Applejack didn’t even know when the pain started. Little nubs pushed through the bones on her hooves. Her snout lengthened, teeth sharpened. Body-wracking convulsions that should have had her screaming for mercy instead fueled her desire to bound forth and explore.

Run.

Run!

Applejack licked her lips, barely even feeling the pain as her mind dulled and senses sharpened. There was just so much out there, the sights and smells. Her packmates behind her, the strangers in town with their lights and fire. So many new things to explore. She couldn’t stop her flight even as she inhaled and gave a bone-chilling howl to the skies.

Fire sang in her veins. She ran past the shed without a second thought. She could smell the one who showed her mercy on the wind. The one who smelled so sweet, of earth, animals, and loam. She smelled like the forest that called to her, the nature magic singing in her burning veins. She was kind to the lycan.

And she bore the mark of the wolf.

There was something foul in the air. Some nagging little tick had lodged itself in Fluttershy’s brain and was holding on for dear life. Some unseelie blessing came with this moon. There was something wrong this night. Something bad.

Despite the full moon casting the skies in a dim blue glow, tonight was not a good night to be venturing out. It never was in Ponyville. Whereas the light allowed ponies to see and gave farmers slightly longer hours, so did it benefit the creatures of the forest. It was a dangerous place without a protector.

Fluttershy had made the terrible mistake of alerting Zecora to recent events. Wolves and attacks, investigations and a death. Zecora had whispered some poem in her native tongue and cast a sign to ward off evil. Fluttershy had found her on the trail back to her hut in the forest and thankfully didn’t have to make the full trip to Zecora’s house and back.

It was up to Fluttershy to find her way back home. By then the sun had already set, but even then, very little could penetrate the canopy of the Everfree Forest. She knew the path by heart, but even she knew that getting caught after dark in such a place was bad enough. Staying home would have been the safe choice, but Zecora needed to know what may lurk in the forest.

The quiet was on her side. She was small and quiet; a little one such as her wasn’t worth the trouble of a meal or considered a threat. As much as Rainbow Dash wanted her to be more extroverted, being as she was was a considerable advantage.

Roots and moss softened each step. Fluttershy quickly and quietly cast her head about. Her ears twitched back and forth, but sound wouldn’t be of much help. Although ponies had very keen hearing, the primordial woods held beasts that called this place home long before the arrival of equines. Stealth was second nature to them. No, she was looking for the bushes and plants, the telltale sign of disturbed shrubbery—

Oh no.

She was ambushed before she could react, tackled just as she heard the sound of groaning wood. Timberwolf!

But only one? It was strange to have one alone and not in a pack. Perhaps it like her was caught alone in the twilight hours. Or was it the wildling, a mystery beast that had attacked Applejack?

It took just a moment for her to catch her footing and her remaining limbs were safely beneath her shaking knees. If there was one thing she was good at, it was running away. She could always perform the Stare, but she could barely see in the dark underbrush. All she could hear once she had orientated herself was the slight rustle of the shrubbery.

Behind!

Fluttershy turned tail and ran. She wasn’t brave, but she knew enough about survival. She knew where she was in the woods. She was still on the path and could return home to the safety of her cottage in no time at all!

Everything was thrown off kilter as the wolf caught up to her again, sending her sprawling into the dirt. That didn’t make any sense; Timberwolves were not this fast! Nor were they this aggressive. They were pack hunters; they attacked with ambushes, and certainly didn’t use these hit and fade solo maneuvers like the one currently tailing her.

Was she in a new wolf’s territory? Did she intrude on a fresh kill? No, she would have smelt something. A solitary timberwolf driven from its pack or had its pack killed off by another predator? It was possible, but at the same time the other packs should have driven it out very quickly.

Fluttershy froze as she heard the timberwolf issue a creaky growl of warning. The groaning and creaking of its voice along with slow, measured steps signified its approach. She needed to see it to gauge how best to react. Normally they wanted intruders just to leave them alone, but perhaps the best course of action was simply use the Stare.

Inch by very careful inch she turned her head, not daring to get up for fear of reprisal. Doing so might be interpreted as a sign of challenge. Her jaw dropped the moment she saw those glowing green eyes.

“Applejack!?”

The timberwolf faltered slightly. It was Applejack, that much was plain to see, but Fluttershy had no earthly idea what happened to her. Was this some kind of curse? Bark covered just about the entirety of her forelegs and barrel, but her cutie mark was as clear as day. What fur she did have left was long and shaggy. Another bark-like infection covered most of her eyes and forehead like a mask. Unearthly green nature magic made her eyes glow in the dark. Twigs, leaves, and brambles dotted her normally immaculate mane.

But what concerned her most was the long drooling tongue and the pony molars that were now lengthened into large canines.

Applejack clawed at the ground and advanced, barring her teeth at the timid pegasus. Her cursed friend’s leg tightened, the jaw of sharp teeth opened wide.

Fluttershy didn’t think, she just reacted. Wings open, eyes wide.

“Sit down!”

Applejack snarled and whined under the force of Fluttershy’s Stare. She swiped pitifully but there were still much too far apart for one of those dangerous paws to connect. Applejack took a step away and her ears folded back. A growl, earthy and flanged, dripped from her lips but there was little menace behind the cowed cursed pony.

“A-Applejack, it’s me! Don’t you remember? What happened to you?”

Again, Applejack hesitated, the remnants of her old life struggling to pierce the primal call of the wild singing through her veins. She had stopped her advance though, her twitching wooden ears betraying the thoughts going through her mind.

Fluttershy saw the signs coming far in advance. Applejack’s rising hackles and lips pulling back to bear teeth was an aggressive posture. What little fur she had left in this new form was beginning to puff out.

“No!”

Fluttershy bored her gaze into Applejack’s. She wasn’t some pup to be pushed around by an animal testing an alpha’s mettle. The forest animals were her responsibility, its animals under her care.

She was the alpha here.

Applejack backed down again, her mystical green eyes giving her side glances. Direct eye contact was considered a threat by most canines.

“Applejack, I am here to help you.”

Applejack’s ears perked at the name. The lycan sniffed the air.

“I know you’re in there, Applejack.”

Applejack was slow to get up this time. Fluttershy’s animal instincts were in full swing. This wasn’t Applejack, not fully. She had the instincts of a beast.

Beast...

Like a wolf...

Recent events intermingled in her brain as she tried to come down from her fearful high. Applejack was attacked by a beast, but a pony was found instead. A silvered mirror. An imprisoned monster. A monstrous Applejack.

Fluttershy didn’t dare move, but that was because her mind had just made a thunderous revelation. Of all things, why a mirror shard? Because it was a mirror that contained silver, and she spent enough time with Twilight to know about alchemy. It was a symbol of purity. An element that weakened monstrous regeneration abilities.

Most importantly, it was a symbol of the moon.

Fluttershy’s eyes went skyward. It was difficult to see, but rays of moonlight pierced the canopy and clouds. Noteworthy was found dead one month ago, right after a full moon.

He had to have known what happened to him. Did he catch Applejack’s scent in the marketplace and couldn’t stop himself as he turned? No, he didn’t run right away. There was another piece of the puzzle. Something about Applejack made him run afterwards, something that likely made him break Twilight's mirror in order to give Applejack a defense against him. He had to have known what kind of monster he’d turn into, known he couldn’t control himself if he was after Applejack’s blood.

Applejack crept forward and sniffed the air, wary of the creature that could dominate its will. Fluttershy didn’t dare move. She didn’t even breathe as she was approached by the animal that was her friend. Applejack’s head was low and her tail between her legs in the typical posture of submission, but that could all change in an instant. She struggled to not shudder as she was poked and prodded with a cold nose. As Applejack sniffed her barrel, Fluttershy reflexively twitched. She needed to stay still and let Applejack inspect her new alpha.

She forced herself to stay calm matter how much her body wanted to run. This was her friend, whatever happened to her notwithstanding. Applejack circled her, sniffing and prodding where she pleased.

“Ahh!”

Try as she might, she couldn’t stop her hips from pumping as a cold nose was shoved in her crotch. She was just checking her out, Fluttershy told herself. Smell was how canines recognized each other best. Plus, it wouldn’t take much for a wolf to tear out her throat. Even if she managed to survive the encounter, there was a real chance she might bleed out like Noteworthy before she got proper medical attention.

Fluttershy bit into her foreleg to muffle her cries and to ease the pain of Applejack pawing at her flanks. The wolf proceeded to nuzzle and sniff her crotch. Fluttershy bit down as a nose was shoved into her clit. This wasn’t normal pack behavior in the slightest.

‘What do I do?’ Fluttershy screamed internally. ‘What do I—ah!’

Then came the licking. Flush with the scent of a female, Applejack drew her long, rough tongue across Fluttershy’s lips in a single stroke, making Fluttershy squeal into her leg. Her forelegs collapsed, leaving her butt in the air for the lycan. She did her best to not dwell on the thought of a tongue, friend or beast, licking her in such an intimate area.

Her hips bucked into the lick, an act Applejack didn’t seem to mind. The lycan was panting in between sloppy licks, the noise only adding to the depravity. Up and down she licked for one minute, then two. As inappropriate as it was, Fluttershy moaned in ecstasy as she was pleasured by this pony-turned-beast. Perhaps in her feral mind Applejack recognized a friend and wished to clean her appropriately. Perhaps she thought this was how she should treat an alpha female. Whatever the reason, running wasn’t an option for fear of provoking he lycan’s aggressive instincts, so she was forced to endure Applejack licking her to orgasm. That familiar burning spread from her abdomen down to her hooves in an all-consuming force.

Little rivulets of wolf slobber and marecum dribbled down Fluttershy’s leg. She scooted forward, but she heard a wooden growl coming from her hindquarters. Applejack the Timberwolf—Timberjack?—licked her soaked clef with utter abandon.

TImberjack pulled away. Fluttershy turned her head and saw the wolf licking her lips of Fluttershy’s excitement. The lycan quickly resumed licking at the droplets running down Fluttershy’s thighs. The tongue worked its way up until it once again drank from the source. Timberjack’s tongue was pitted and rough, and so deliciously stimulating.

“Applejack...” she moaned into her hooves. She could feel herself winking and dripping profusely, which only stirred the lycan into continuing her work. Her own tongue was lolling out of her mouth like the panting lycan, mindlessly enjoying herself as the pleasure built and built in her loins until she screamed her release into the forest.

She gushed against the muzzle between her legs as the mare orgasmed. Her breath caught in her throat and nothing came out but wordless grunts.

Fluttershy collapsed with a smile on her face, her pussy still winking in delight after a wonderful orgasm. The fact it came from a cursed friend didn’t even cross her mind, especially with that wolfish tongue still running across her pussy lips in earnest. Fluttershy lay on the forest floor, content to lie there as her lycan friend cleaned her nethers of her sexual fluids.

Timberjack seemed willing to do just that, but even she had to end her escapades. The lycan gave one final lick and pulled away, seemingly unaware of the result her actions had on the mare. Walking to look at Fluttershy from the front, the lycan’s demeanor had changed significantly. That wild animalism was still there, but she was no longer barring her teeth. She sniffed Fluttershy and gave her a lick. Fluttershy didn’t even recognize that she could taste herself on the wolf’s tongue.

The lycan was whining as Fluttershy came to her senses. The smell of sex had begun to permeate the air. Her own was a familiar heady musk, but Fluttershy could smell something else in forest’s damp and pines. Something strong, like pine resin.

Timberjack continued to lick her face until Fluttershy managed to get to her shaky hooves.

“I... can’t say I expected that.”

Timberjack nuzzled her and gave a whine that sounded like a breaking tree branch. Her tail was raised.

Oh dear.

Wolves were primarily interested in survival, food, and... the pack. Making more little pups.

“Um... Applejack, I don’t... have what you need. You...” She blushed as what had just occurred hit her in force. “Y-you saw for yourself.”

Timberjack barked. Fluttershy winced at the sound of creaking wood that came from her friend.

“I a-appreciate your interest in me, even though I’m not sure if that’s you—ugh,” she got a face full of slobber as Timberjack licked her again. “I’m not sure that’s you or the... wolf, uh, speaking. Should I call you Timberjack or Applejack? Do you mind either way?”

Fluttershy got the wind knocked out of her as she was tackled by the wolf-mare. For just a moment, Fluttershy felt her life flash before her eyes and thought Timberjack’s aggressive nature had resurfaced.

The lycan stood above her prone form, ears happily erect and tail wagging. She licked Fluttershy again. Well, licking was a sign of submission and affection in wolves. That was a promising sign.

“Ow!”

Timberjack had pawed at her thighs as she turned around. The resulting position was rather... compromising. Fluttershy bit into her foreleg to stop herself from crying out as Timberjack resumed licking her marehood. The lycan’s own marehood, dripping and smelling of pine resin, stood over her muzzle. Fluttershy bucked her hips as a rough tongue licked her slit from top to bottom. Her clit buzzed after every lick and soon the pair got into a rhythm where she would seesaw her hips at the crest of her clit’s tingling pleasure.

Fluttershy’s break caught as Timberjack took one long lick, and this time her sandpapery tongue slid right inside her cunt. She gave a long, low moan that was interrupted by a little droplet splashing against her cheek.

Timberjack’s own marehood was flush with arousal. Huh, it even looked like a wolf’s. Curiosity stronger than shame, Fluttershy leaned upward and gave her friend a tentative lick of her own. Bitter, with a tinge of sweet.

Timberjack pawed the ground and whined. For a few admittedly displeasing seconds, the lycan stopped her work and eyed Fluttershy. Licking her jowls, she quickly resumed her work.

Fluttershy gave Timberjack another lick. Then another. Soon the lycan’s own hips was bobbing back and forth uneasily under Fluttershy’s ministrations. Timberjack kneeled after her legs began to shake. Fluttershy could feel her own leaking marehood spilling marecum, a prize quickly collected by a lupine tongue.

Her tongue was soft, experimental, and careful. The wolf’s was quick and simple, only knowing one way to get her alpha off. Fluttershy wrapped her hooves around Timberjack’s hips to steady the wolf-mare. It felt amazing when her little nub was teased, so Fluttershy paid extra attention to the little bud hiding under the folds. Timberjack’s pelvis smashed eagerly against Fluttershy’s snout.

Timberjack had quickly perfected getting her tongue into Fluttershy’s tight vagina. With each lick, the tough tongue slid its way inside in a way no mare or stallion had ever touched her before. Fluttershy bucked her lips every time, some on purpose, most when it slid against her G-spot and caused her to scream her delight into the forest.

“J-jack...” Fluttershy squealed into Timberjack’s cunt, not able to even say her name as her second orgasm came rumbling forward. Timberjack noticed the lack of attention paid to her marehood and sat down, her marehood—wolfhood?— now smothering Fluttershy.

The pegasus couldn’t help but breath deep. She smelled of the forest, of apples and oak trees. Pine resin and fresh grass. Perhaps it was the nature magic of the wolf-mare affecting her in some way, as the pegasus was more attuned to nature than most. Fluttershy didn’t care. She latched her lips onto Timberjack’s clit and sucked. The lycan made some noise she never heard before, but the swift thrust of hips against her nose was enough to say if she liked it or not. Fluttershy gave Timberjack’s slit one final, long lick before finishing off with a soft bite. Timberjack had just flicked her clit and slipped inside one final time as she came.

Wolf and pony alike quivered and howled. Fluttershy’s mind went white as she felt a little trickle spill forth from the marehood at her lips. It was all she could do to just hold onto Timberjack’s powerful hips.

Her mind didn’t leave her this time, but Fluttershy was too exhausted to go anywhere. With a satisfied smile on her lips, Fluttershy stared upwards towards the moon that had finally breached the cloud cover. It was fat and full, and so beautiful on such a lovely autumn night.

Fluttershy felt a nose poke her and another lick to the cheek. She’d be mess by the time she would finally make it home, but even as Timberjack dirtied her coat and mane with licks and nuzzles, there wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be at the moment. Timberjack circled Fluttershy and curled around her back. Fluttershy drifted off to an exhausted sleep as her pack mate watched over her through the night.

Author's Note

Loyal readers may know that the original draft also had a brief... "addition" to Timberjack. In more way than one, wink wink nudge nudge. My desire to add that additional little tidbit in its remastered glory was split. Almost knotted. Knotted tight.

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Tell me how you thought of this story. If you like this story, do you want me to remaster the original scene for this story as a bonus chapter?

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