Deepthroat Cockslut took her first breath of Ponyville air. Clean, floral, even bright. It smelled like another new beginning.

Now that she had finished her nursing degree, she managed to snag a position at Ponyville Hospital. Being rather far away from Baltimare, she was forced to arrange for an apartment through letters. Her luggage had been sent ahead of her, and now she was completely free to get her first look of the tiny town completely unburdened.

It was almost idyllic. Ponies of all sorts going about their business, exchanging smiles and friendly greetings as they passed. So very different from the crowded, shuffling bodies of Baltimare's streets. Every building seemed to be decorated with flowerboxes, and the cobblestone streets looked more like worn paths instead of structures. She could even see foals playing around the town, not needing to be shepherded by their parents for safety. Even if it was a small town, it felt so much more alive than any city, basked in the Celestia's sunshine.

The atmosphere was enough to make Deepthroat Cockslut almost giddy. Everypony was so friendly, and she was a part of it now. She was a citizen of Ponyville just like they were.

A large red stallion pulling a cart full of ripe apples was walking toward her, and to her, he was the epitome of this town. Rustic, hardworking, his eyes half-lidded in a sort of easygoing, reassured happiness. After a moment of eye contact, she decided to introduce herself.

"Hi! I'm Deepthroat Cockslut!" she said, sticking a hoof out.

He seemed to regard her for a moment, eyebrow raised. Then, he turned away and said in a deep voice, "Nope."

Deepy just looked after him, feeling more crushed than she ever had in her life, and all it took was a word.

Maybe this town wasn't as friendly as she thought.

Deepthroat Cockslut started work the next day, but Ponyville was small enough that there weren't a lot of injuries that needed attention in the the hospital itself. Thus, she was selected to perform house visits on some of the elderly ponies. She didn't mind one bit. In her application, she had told the hospital that she preferred to work with the young or elderly. As much as she loved sucking dick, she took her job very seriously, and didn't want what she loved to do in her free time getting in the way of work.

The few elderly stallions she visited were very pleasant. All were single or widowers, and she could tell how much they genuinely enjoyed her company. Even the one stallion who was bold enough to grab her flanks as she walked by his chair didn't bother her too much. While other mares might have been disgusted, Deepy had to admit that she rather liked the attention. Plus, knowing that these stallions would sooner suffer a heart attack before achieving a full erection made it easier to shrug it off and focus on actually caring for them.

But after an afternoon of old stallion smell and adjusting suspenders, she was looking forward to her first mare of the day. Pearl Necklace lived much farther away than the others, closer to the Everfree Forest than town. The yard was overgrown with rough grass and wildflowers as well, and Deepthroat Cockslut imagined that she would likely be weeding all day, especially in the absence of any stronger, male nurses at the hospital.

Still, she knocked on the old, worn door all the same. "Pearl Necklace? I'm a nurse from the hospital. May I come in?" she called.

A faint voice on the other side told her to come in, so she did. The home was clearly quite old, the living room decorated in worn leather furniture and dominated by an austere, marble fireplace. A light gold mare with a long, straight black mane entered from the kitchen, and sure enough, she wore a string of pearls around her neck. While the mare was certainly old and wrinkled, Deepy wondered why she was needed here. Pearl Necklace seemed to have no problems moving, and she had a sort of wizened beauty about her that almost made Deepy jealous. At the very least, she hoped she could look this good at seventy-three.

"You say you're from the hospital?" Pearl Necklace questioned with a raised brow.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm new."

"Hm. I knew Red Heart was a pushover," Pearl seemed to grumble.

"I... think she just had a foal, ma'am," Deepy added quietly.

"Whatever. I'm afraid I don't have much for you to do, I've already checked my blood sugar."

"Oh," Deepy said. Deepy suspected that half the reason her job existed was to cure loneliness more than anything, and in this she would not fail. "There must be something I can do," she said.

Pearl Necklace gave a hard look at Deepy. "Do you have a name, filly?" she asked after a moment.

"Deepthroat Cockslut, ma'am," she answered without flinching.

Pearl Necklace didn't gasp. In fact, after a moment, she smiled. "Well, well, how interesting," she said, approaching Deepy, looking her over. "And, might I ask, how did you get that lovely cutie mark?"

When Deepy had been asked this question before, she didn't back down from the truth, and she wasn't about to now. "I got it when I gave my first blowjob to a classmate in grade school."

Pearl Necklace laughed. "See this?" she turned her flank toward Deepy, showing off the image of a loose string of pearls snaking across her flank. "I got this when I gave my older brother a hoofjob on a family camping trip." Then she gave Deepthroat Cockslut a smile that was downright seductive. "They don't call me Pearl Necklace for nothing."

Deepy found herself smiling as well. For a long time, she had wondered if there were anypony like herself out there, who had a talent that others wouldn't approve of, and now that she had found it, she felt excitement beginning to spark in her. "Really? So... what did you do?"

"Oh, I was quite the little whore in my day. Best hooves in town. I barely had to touch a stallion to get him to unload all over me. The poor things. You see, back in the day, mares used to be much more modest than they are even today. Even married stallions had trouble finding relief."

While that information was troubling to Deepy, another question pressed even further. "Did you ever do it for money?"

"Not for a living, no. I made a little on the side caring for stallions, sure, but I was a seamstress for most of my life." Pearl chuckled again. "Why? Did some of the other old colts say something to you on your rounds?"

"No, ma'am. I..." Deepy didn't know how to explain herself.

But Pearl Necklace seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. "Darling, darling, don't you worry a bit. You have a good job, and you shouldn't have to resort to prostitution to survive around here. I mean, heavens, with all the young bucks as rowdy as they are today, you can practically have your pick of them whenever you like."

Deepthroat Cockslut didn't seem to think so, given her brutal rejection at the hooves of that red stallion earlier. "I... I don't think it works like that."

Pearl Necklace took a seat, taking time to settle into her armchair. "Oh, nonsense. You're just a little inexperienced, is all."

Now Deepy resisted the urge to laugh. "Ma'am, trust me, I am very experienced."

"Oh, sure, maybe with schoolcolts who don't have anything to lose. But around here, everypony knows everypony. A stallion can't just let it flop out to get a little nookie on the street," she said with an emphatic wave of her hoof. "You have to know how to get to them. You have to know... their weaknesses, you could say."

"That sounds a little dark," Deepy said. She didn't want to manipulate anypony.

"Not at all darling. Here, tell me about any stallions that have caught your eye since you started. There must be at least one."

"Well..." So Deepthroat Cockslut told Pearl Necklace all about the apple stallion and how he had shut her down after even a simple greeting.

"Oh, him? That's Big MacIntosh, but most just call him Big Mac," Pearl explained. "But he works at the apple orchard outside of town. A good colt, to be sure, but he's always been quiet and kept to himself. I'm not sure if some sweaty farmer would be as appealing as some of the others." Taking Deepy's reaction into account, Pearl added, "Unless that's your type, of course."

Deepy had never thought about having a type before, but she supposed that she preferred honest or nice stallions over cocky or haughty ones. "I don't think I'd mind," she answered.

"You see, I'd wager the reason he doesn't spend too much time with mares is because he has two younger sisters. The eldest sister is about your age, I think, but the youngest is still in school. And what, with Applejack being the Element of Honesty, well, he can't exactly do anything that would ruin the family's image. Or little Apple Bloom's innocence, for that matter."

"Element of Honesty?"

"Oh, yes, Princess Twilight Sparkle and all of her little friends. I wouldn't worry too much about them. They like to cause a stir around here every once in a while, but they're very tight knit, and it sounds like they don't have much more room in their circle of friends."

Deepthroat Cockslut was starting to understand what Pearl Necklace meant by everypony knowing everypony. If Big Mac was indirectly tied to Princess Twilight, it made sense that he wouldn't want to flirt with some random mare on the street. Especially if there was a filly sister involved too.

This seemed awfully complicated. "Maybe I should try for a different stallion," she said.

"Oh, nonsense, darling. As I said, you just have to know your openings."

"Like what?"

Deepy knocked at the door of the quaint red farmhouse, trying to keep her nervous fidgeting to a minimum. With so much that could go wrong, and so many reputations on the line, she wondered if any of this would even be worth it.

She could already feel sweat trickling down her neck when a young orange mare in a cowgirl hat with a blonde ponytail answered. This had to be Applejack. "Howdy there," she said, and even though Deepy had been warned to be extra secretive around the Element of Honesty, ironically, Applejack seemed too friendly to be threatening.

"Hi. I'm with the hospital caring for elderly ponies, and I'm looking for Granny Smith? A friend of hers, Pearl Necklace, said I should meet her."

"A new nurse? Replacing Red Heart, eh? How's she and her little filly doin' anyhow?" Applejack asked. Everypony really did know everypony around here.

"Mother and daughter are just fine," Deepy reassured Applejack with a smile.

"Glad ta hear it. Well, don't be a stranger! Come on in. Granny Smith's just inside." Applejack held the door for her and the two passed as the farm gal headed out, leaving Deepy alone inside. She didn't even have to use the excuse Pearl Necklace had given her.

"Go to Sweet Apple Acres and ask for Granny Smith. Say that Pearl Necklace sent you. If Applejack asks why, tell her you're delivering a message for me about playing bridge sometime this week."

Well, she was inside now. The farmhouse was even cuter on the inside. She could tell an old mare lived here with all the lace that adorned their table and shelves, but the darkwood of the floors seemed to be infused with the scent of apples and soil. If anything, the house had character. Character and history.

The pink mare heard the soft, rhythmic rocking from within, and it seemed that there would be no further announcement she headed into the living room, seeing an wrinkled, hunched green mare with her white mane tied in a bun sleeping in a slowly moving rocking chair. Certainly not finely aged wine, as Pearl Necklace was, but she seemed like a happy enough mare. The abundance of deep laughter lines said enough.

"Granny Smith?" Deepy said. No response. "Granny Smith?" she said, a little louder. Nothing. Finally, with a tap on her shoulder, Deepy was nearly shouting, "Granny Smith?"

"No need to yell, child, I'm awake!" the old mare said as she opened her eyes. When she saw Deepy, she gave a few confused blinks. "And who might you be?"

"Once you tell Granny Smith your name and who sent you, just say that you're there to 'see Big Mac.' If the old crone still has her wits together, she'll figure it out."

Well, here goes nothing.

"I'm Deepthroat Cockslut, ma'am. I work with the hospital. Pearl Necklace sent me? I'm here to see Big Mac."

There was a long pause as Granny Smith sized her up. "Yer here to see Big Mac?" she said with a raised brow.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Does Applejack know?"

"No, ma'am."

She gave Deepy a big grin. "Ol' Pearl just can't turn off, can she?" Granny Smith gave a hearty little chuckle. "Oh, I hope you know what yer gettin' yerself into. My grandson takes after his grandpa, ya see, and there's a reason I got hip problems. Forty years o' gettin' humped by a stallion hung like a dragon 'll do that to ya."

In a rare moment, Deepy felt a blush coming to her face. This old mare was possibly even dirtier than Pearl Necklace!

Granny Smith just chuckled again as she got up and walked past Deepy, seemingly expecting the pink mare to follow her. "But you seem like a nice young filly. I'm sure Big Mac'll like ya just fine. Poor thing's been pent up for a while now. Applejack works the stallion like a dog. He barely has enough time to buck all the apples now that it's harvest season, let alone to milk the bull. 'Specially with Apple Bloom around. Ah try to tell her that stallions need some space and alone time every once in a while, but that filly is stubborn as a mule. Don't take a hint too good, neither."

This little green mare was almost too much for Deepy, but luckily for her, nothing else was said as she was led outside. The trip seemed to end at the barn.

"Now you go in there and wait. I'll round him up for ya. Everypony's out still buckin' apples, so no pony should be round here for at least a few more hours. If that ain't enough time to get all yer rocks off, well, I guess you could always come back tomorrow." Her bold wink sent a fresh wave of red over Deepy's face. "Well? Get in there."

Deepthroat Cockslut simply nodded. Granny Smith opened the door for her. The barn was rather spacious, with plenty of bales of hay and buckets of apples providing all sorts of cover and shields for any noise that would be made. If the new apples wouldn't be stored in here until the end of the day, she doubted anyone would notice.

The barn did get awfully dark when Granny Smith closed the door. But Deepy just found a nice bale of hay to lie in, remembering Pearl Necklace's final piece of advice to her.

"When he comes, don't say anything. He's not the type for words. Give him a look that just says, 'Come here, big guy.' He might seem shy on the outside, but the quiet types are always the ones with the wildest fantasies. It's your job to fulfill those without even asking what they are."

Somehow, Deepthroat Cockslut felt that a covert tussle in a dark barn after working in the fields was a fantasy Big Mac entertained often.

Deepy felt like she had been waiting forever, and this position was getting hard to maintain. What if something went wrong? What if Applejack or another stallion came in? Was Big Mac even coming? But she trusted that Pearl Necklace knew what she was doing, steeling her patience, and waited quietly.

Finally, she heard a voice outside. "Big Mac?" Granny Smith hollered.

"Eeyup?"

"I got somethin' in the barn fer ya." A pause. "I know you got apples to buck, mister, but them trees will wait. Now you get in that barn now, young stallion. And don't let yer sisters see ya! You can thank me later."

A shaft of light pierced through the barn door as the big red farmpony came inside. Deepy could see him looking around, confused, trying to find what Granny Smith wanted him to do.

When his eyes settled on Deepthroat Cockslut, she was bent over a bale of hay, her tail raised high, marehood dripping with anticipation.

She turned her head forward, hearing the heavy thuds of his approaching hooves. She simply kept her tail raised, knowing she wasn't in heat, ready to give him all the time he needed to explore her body and enjoy himself.

It was all she could do not to scream with pleasure when she felt the big stallion mount and shove his huge cock inside of her all at once. She had fucked big stallions before, but Big Mac spread her open wider than she thought possible. And he didn't waste his time either. With heavy, low grunts, he thrust into her hard and fast, so pent up he seemed to lose control of himself. Deepy could only pant under his rough assault, seemingly surrounded by this stallion that was twice her size. His sweat from working in the fields dripped onto her back from his chest, his hardworking musk mixing with the smell of sex, and his massive balls slapped against her underbelly with almost as much force as his great stallionhood pounding her pussy.

Granny Smith wasn't lying when she said he'd be hung like a dragon, but she said he was pent up, but Deepy didn't expect this. He humped her like an animal, and all she could do was lift her tail and let him have his way with her, as rough as he wanted.

It was easily one of the hottest things Deepy had ever done. It wasn't long before she was writhing in orgasm, using every bit of control not to beg for Big Mac to cum in her.

She didn't have to beg though. His grunts turned to growls, and she had been with enough stallions to know what was coming. Thrusting herself back onto his throbbing hard cock, he gave his last few bucks into her before she felt great blasts of his warm cum fill her. The heat alone caused her to shudder, and she could feel pulse after pulse flow out of him, as if it would never end. But with every drop of semen he pumped into her, she could feel the tension melt off his hot body as he unloaded all of his stress into her inviting, wet marehood.

There were a few moments where he held inside of her, the two panting heavily. Even though she could feel that he had finished, his thick length still felt hard in her. With a groan, he pulled out, though, his seed splattering onto the wood floor below.

She turned around to finally look at him. The two were still panting, their manes a mess, beads of moisture still trickling down their foreheads. But Deepthroat Cockslut could see his erection still throbbing, and he wasn't wearing the goofy smile of a satisfied stallion yet. That, and she hadn't even gotten a chance to taste his load yet.

Her flanks plopped to the floor. His hooves plodded against the boards as he stood over her.

Now that she could see it in all its glory, Big Mac could have easily been the biggest stallion she'd ever tried to take, dwarfing other stallions by a long shot in both length and thickness. She was surprised he'd even managed to get himself to the hilt in her. Even his balls were impressive, bigger than any apple she'd ever seen.

She could see him throbbing, dripping precum with anticipation, with need. But Deepy knew her manners. Sliding her hooves along the shaft, she worked her way forward before planting her tongue against his heavy sack, licking the droplets of sweat from the hot flesh. After working hard all day, she knew nothing would feel better than having his balls cleaned, and she savored the taste of his satisfaction, hearing his sighs above her, smelling his manly scent as she pictured these powerful orbs bouncing beneath him with every kick of his strong legs, her marehood growing wetter with every lick.

Deepy moved onto the sheath, slipping her tongue between the folds of flesh, cleaning his base as well, before dragging her tongue along his impressive length in one long, broad stroke. He moaned above her when she passed from midring to tip nearly all at once, and she could still taste the remnants of cum mixed with her juices on his cock.

She continued to tease him a little more, his precum dripping profusely, his cock twitching as he stamped his hooves. With a smile, she decided that he'd had enough torture.

Deepthroat Cockslut opened her mouth wide, knowing she'd need space to fit that huge flare into her mouth, and she slipped her lips around him, already swiping her tongue over his flesh.

His deep moan alone caused her own marehood to throb, but looking down his meat, seeing how much more she had left to take, made her shiver. She began to get to work, bobbing her head back and forth, getting used to the thick flesh in her throat before moving on to the next inch. Deepy took her time, pleasuring him slowly, letting him savor every inch she gained just as much as she did, really working his cock with every bit of expertise she had.

When she reached the midring, her throat already felt full, and it was getting hard to breathe. But she was only a little more than halfway, and after being denied and worked for so long, this stallion deserved to have every inch of his mighty shaft worshipped. Relaxing her throat, she pressed on, letting her moans vibrate her throat to tease his flare as her lips pressed toward his base.

The tired groan he let out when she reached his sheath was just what she wanted to hear. She wanted her big stallion to feel totally relaxed, completely serviced, and she was glad that reaching the base was only the beginning. Withdrawing all in one long, slow motion, she wrapped her lips around his head again, squeezing down, tasting his salty precum, before working back toward the base all over again.

Deepy repeated this routine over and over, each time gaining distance a little faster, until she was moving her entire head in long, slow strokes along the length of his hard cock. Big Mac had clearly never had a mare deepthroat him before, and his moans were both ecstatic and desperate at the same time. Still, Deepy was determined to take her time and let him enjoy it, slurping slowly along every little bit, fondling his weighty balls with her hooves, both of them moaning louder and louder as her pace slowly picked up.

The repeated forward and back motions, the massive flesh going deep into her throat only to have his head in her mouth was almost hypnotic to Deepthroat Cockslut. This huge cock was heaven for her, and while her lips, tongue, and throat stroking his entire cock must have felt amazing to him, his cock stroking her throat felt amazing to her. Perhaps even better than when he was pounding her marehood.

She wanted more. With her eyes fluttering in euphoria, her pussy dripping at every little bit of this stallion's impressive, tired body, she picked up the pace, going about as quickly as she could, feeling the massive length flow in, out, and back in to her all in an instant, filling herself with his cock.

Big Mac was starting to grunt now, and his balls were swaying towards her as his hips bucked and jerked. He couldn't help himself. He started thrusting, his stallion instincts taking over.

It was just what Deepthroat Cockslut wanted. To feel his groin meet her face with every thrust, to feel his heavy balls slam into her chest as his cock plunged into her throat was more than she could take. Her moans were becoming uncontrollable, her vision blurring as Big Mac facefucked her as hard as he could. And Deepthroat Cockslut accepted every thrust.

If she barely noticed his set rising upwards, ready to unload into her, she could hear it in his growls now, feel it in the untamed force of his hips ramming her face, smell it in his sweat, taste it in his precum. She wanted it. She was ready for his load.

With a roar and a couple of steamy snorts, Big Mac shoved every last inch he had into Deepthroat Cockslut. He unloaded the contents of his pent up sack into her waiting belly. She swallowed every drop, her pussy pulsing as the thick cream flowed back, his batter strong, pungent, and virile. Even as her body spasmed in pleasure, her hooves shaking as she rolled his balls around, begging for more, she continued to pleasure him, wrapping her tongue around the swollen flesh, pressing her lips against his sensitive sheath, and bobbing her head ever so slightly, sucking his cock until he was completely finished.

With a gasp, she pulled off of him, her belly feeling stuffed full. The two stumbled, falling into a pile of hay. He pulled her on top of him, and she worked to get as much air as she could, calmed by the feeling of his hot, sweaty chest against her, his powerful arms wrapped around her protectively.

When she was finally able to speak, she realized that she should probably say something. "Nice to meet you," was all her bliss-addled mind could come up with.

Big Mac panted heavily, her body rising and falling on top of his with every breath, until he finally responded. "Eeyup."

She could only smile, already feeling that Ponyville would be a good home for her.

"Eeyup," she replied.

Author's Notes:

This portion ends what I would consider "canon" for Deepy. What that means if everything up to this point has been basic establishing information about Deepy (how she got her mark, what her job is, where she lives), everything after this is my own personal take on the character's story, and I think other creators should feel free to deviate from the next chapters if they so choose.