"Work was okay?" Deepthroat Cockslut asked Gizmo.

He continued staring up at the sky, watching the stars slowly fade into existence. "Yeah. Still working on identifying deep-space clusters. It's just slow." He paused. "You?"

"Oh, you know. Another day, another adult diaper to change," Deepy said. She looked over to see Gizmo grimace. "If we were talking about foals, you'd think it was cute," she pointed out.

"But we're not," he said.

She just chuckled. "A picnic was a good idea."

Gizmo nodded. "A lot better than a restaurant where everyone can stare."

"Cheaper too," Deepy added. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How are you feeling?"

That simple question was one that had taken on greater meaning for the two of them. When Deepthroat Cockslut asked her coltfriend how he was feeling, she didn't mean in general.

"Good," he said. She waited. The telltale pink tinge came to his face. "I might like to stay at your place tonight."

She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Really?' he asked.

"We've been together for a few months now. Are you still surprised that I like being with you?"

"I'm getting better," he said, almost defensively. "I told you I wanted you too, right?"

"You did," she said, planting a peck on his cheek. "You're getting more confident every day."

Gizmo smiled. He stood and offered Deepthroat Cockslut a hoof. She took it, and the two of them packed up the picnic. Gizmo took the basket, and she tucked herself in next to him, feeling his warmth against her, shielding her from the chilly night air as they headed back to town.

The two were silent. Gizmo had never been a talkative stallion, and Deepy was content to simply be with him. She felt a strong stirring in her heart, and she could sense he felt it too. Even if he was needy tonight, she could tell it was a desire born of deep affection.

Her apartment door came up all too soon. She opened up and they stepped into darkness, hardly taking time to set the picnic basket and blanket down before she led him upstairs, unraveling his bowtie as they went.

"Are you ready, stud?" she asked him in a low voice as they stepped into the bedroom.

"Y-yeah," he admitted. "I've been thinking about it for a while now."

"Really? Even during our sweet picnic? When I was telling you about Rose's new niece?"

"Um..." he faltered.

She just laughed. "I've been thinking about it, too. And I have a little surprise for you."

"What is it?" he asked. He was trying to connect the dots of the conversation, but the puzzle was flustering him.

"Close your eyes," Deepy said. As he did so, she went around the room and lit the few candles she had on her nightstand, vanity, and windowsill, bathing her bare little room in a nice, warm glow.

There was a pause. "Can I open them yet?" Gizmo asked.

"No peeking!" he heard. Then another pause. "Okay. Go ahead."

When Gizmo opened his eyes, he saw Deepthroat Cockslut lying face-down on the bed, her flanks lifted up, her tail raised high, her marehood wet and ready, her soft pink fur almost shimmering in the candlelight, the droplets of moisture on her folds shining like diamonds. He gulped, feeling his cock flop free from his sheath beneath him, quickly hardening.

"Are you...?" he asked.

She smiled back at him. "I've been thinking a lot about us. I don't know how you feel, but I love you, Gizmo. I want to give myself to you. I want to go all the way with you tonight."

"Oh..." he said. She could see that it would be a moment before his brain recovered from the overload of sensory and emotional information. "Wow."

"I'm a long way away from heat, so don't worry about that. I just want you to have your way with me. Whatever you want," she said.

He took a step forward. "Why?" he asked, his nasally voice so quiet, so timid.

"You're a really great guy, Gizmo. I know you have trouble believing that, but you're kind and thoughtful, and you let me move at my pace, and you like who I really am. I know it's more than just the sex for you, and even though I really like you for the sex, I love you for everything else."

"Okay," he said. She turned her head forward as the bed rocked beneath her, and the warmth of his hooves around her body came over her as he situated himself. "Really? Anything I want?" he asked.

"Of course. As long and hard as you like."

She could feel him smiling. "I love you, too, Deepthroat Cockslut."

"I know," she said. She let out a content, cleansing sigh. "I'm all yours."

She heard him take a similar deep breath, but his was to steady himself. She waited patiently as he let his lust take over.

Then, all at once, he mounted her, his hooves hooking around her waist, his chest pressing into her back, and his massive cock jabbing at her wildly. He humped her flanks like an animal. He had no control, no sense of pace or direction, and his broad flare was stabbing into her cheeks all over the place. She did her best to keep her rump still under the onslaught, his quick, needy breathing filtering down from above. He was only raw, inexperienced instinct now, and she waited patiently for him to find his mark.

She gasped as he split her open. The thickness, the incredible length that she had taken into her throat so many times before felt new and impossibly large all over again as it entered her. Yet, in his eager, lust-fueled state, Gizmo couldn't help but thrust hard and fast into her, moaning above her, his needy pounding all the more rough due to his monstrous size.

"Ohh," she moaned back. "Yeah! Take me Gizmo!" She hardly had to encourage him. Every buck into her shoved her forward and sent his balls crashing into her thighs. The pleasure was incredible.

"Ah! Deepy! Ahh!" he cried above her. His humping became even rougher. Then he was still.

Deepy froze as she felt a warmth flood her, heavy and plentiful; a substance she knew all too well. Her body slumped as he came in her, the sensations of his rough fucking wearing off of her body just as quickly as they began.

Deepthroat Cockslut said nothing, waiting quietly for him to pump all of his load into her, letting him finish completely. It was a long moment, longer than the sex even. Her breathing came down as she felt him twitch inside and around her, only slight tingles of pleasure filling her from each throb as he filled her with seed.

Finally, with a spent sigh, he pulled out of her. A wet slurp filled the room, coupled with the plopping of cum on the sheets. He kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled.

"How was it?" she asked.

"Incredible," he said. "I've never felt anything like that before."

She nuzzled him sweetly. "I'm glad you had fun."

"What about you? Did you...?" he asked.

"Don't worry about me," she said.

"Oh... sorry..."

"It's alright. This was about you," she said. "I'm happy." She began to wriggle out from underneath him to lay down.

"Wait! I could use my mouth and-" he started.

"It's alright," she interrupted. She turned to him, and gave him another kiss, full on the lips. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course," he said.

She smiled, pulling him down with her, resting her head on his chest. "That's all I wanted. Don't you worry. This is perfect."

He still seemed unsure. "Really?"

One last time, slowly, lovingly, she kissed him. "I love you, Gizmo."

He smiled weakly. "I love you too, Deepy."

She nestled into his lanky arms once more. "That's all I wanted."

Deepthroat Cockslut didn't even ask if he wanted to stay with her that night. She could feel that he was in heaven, and the way he wrapped his hooves around her, tucking her head underneath his chin, told her that he wanted nothing more than to hold his mare. She knew that she had been claimed, heart and all, and it was all too easy to fall asleep to the warm, soft beating in his chest.

Deepthroat Cockslut woke up glowing, a smile on her face as bright as the sunshine through her window. She nuzzled into Gizmo's chest, even as he was still blinking awake, and she couldn't help but press her lips to his morning wood.

"Good morning, Deepy," he said as she licked over his great balls.

She didn't reply. She opened her mouth and began to tackle the challenge of swallowing the monster cock, the two of them moaning together. Deepthroat Cockslut blew Gizmo slowly, thoroughly, lovingly, and he writhed in pleasure the whole time. When she was finally ready to finish the deal, she shoved her face into his crotch, bathing and sucking every inch of him with her tongue and throat. He grunted and gasped, and finally dumped his load into her belly, stuffing her mouth full of fresh, warm cum.

The blowjob took so much time that Gizmo was in danger of being late to work, and didn't have time to eat anything more than toast on his way out.

"Aren't you gonna eat anything?" he asked as he finished the last bite, Deepy straightening his bowtie by the door.

"Sweetie, I got my breakfast. It was delicious. And chock-full of protein, too," she replied.

"Actually, carbohydrates are better for a morning meal because they convert into energy more quickly," he told her.

She kissed him. "I love you, you big, hung nerd."

He smiled, his face tinged with red. "I love you too."

As soon as the door closed, there was only silence in her little apartment. She did fix herself a little sandwich, but even her thoughts were still, the only noise her soft chewing. She could hear plenty going on outside, ponies chatting and carts rumbling by.

It was her day off. Why was she sitting inside? She had friends outside that she could waste all sorts of time with. They'd certainly like to hear all the juicy details of last night. Even if it would be a quick story. And there was the market as well - maybe she could pick up a little gift for Gizmo or something. Sure, she doubted she could buy anything that would thrill him more than losing his virginity, but it was the thought that counted, and Gizmo was the best coltfriend she could ask for.

Or she could just explore and see what she stumbled upon. She had the whole day ahead of her.

She put on a cute sunhat that Daisy had made for her and headed out. As soon as the spring sun and warm air touched her coat, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling the energy spread throughout her body. It was a beautiful day.

Everypony just seemed so happy, probably due to the nice weather, same as her. As she passed through the market, she received plenty of nice smiles and warm greetings. The flowers were starting to bloom, so she guessed that Rose, Lily, and Daisy were busy, but the windowboxes outside of each home made the town so colorful. Even the stallions' balls looked better today, each sack bouncing so jauntily with their happy gaits. Not that they knew Deepy was looking.

Soon the town began to fade away though, the throng of ponies thinning as she passed the bridge. Sweet Apple Acres was up ahead, and even if she hadn't planned on it, she supposed she should pay Granny Smith a visit. She hadn't really spoken to her since that first time, even though she and Pearl Necklace talked about her quite often. She'd probably love some company while her grandchildren worked.

The new leaves on the apple trees were just as bright as the rest of Ponyville. Deepthroat Cockslut liked that even these acres had their own character, their own way of showing spring as the the air or the birds that chirped in their boughs did. The old farmhouse looked the same as ever though, and Deepy plodded her way up the dirt path toward the door. She didn't see many ponies working in the fields, but maybe the help had the day off too. She didn't mind, though. Even the fields looked peaceful.

She knocked a couple times on the door but didn't say anything. It was a long time before she heard a sound. She knocked again.

"Ah'm comin!" Granny Smith said from inside. After another several moments, it finally swung open.

"Hey there, Granny Smith," Deepthroat Cockslut greeted her warmly.

Granny Smith looked her up and down for a while before her eyes widened. "Oh, yer that gal Big Mac plowed a few months back, ain't ya?" she said.

A strong blush quickly stole across Deepy's face. If she was single, she probably wouldn't have been so embarrassed. "Yeah... well-"

"It's a good thing yer here. It's been months since the poor guy's had a tumble in the hay, and Ah think he's startin' to go a little crazy. You know how stallions get," she said with a knowing grin.

"Oh, I know, but I really-"

"I'll bet you do, hehe," Grann Smith chuckled. "Ah think Applejack's runnin' around with her little friends, so y'all don't have to worry about that none." She started walking around to the barn again.

Deepy's heart chilled. Granny Smith probably hadn't heard her when she tried to explain that she wasn't single anymore. She trotted up to her, clearing her throat as she threw open the barn door.

"Granny Smith, this is really nice of you, but-"

Big MacIntosh was already in the barn, piling bags of seed onto his back that must have weighed at least twenty pounds each. He looked up at the two mares and froze when he saw them.

"Break time, Big Mac," Granny Smith told him.

Deepthroat Cockslut knew he recognized her. He had that same stunned expression in his eyes that he did the first time. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

The seed bags slid off his back. He gulped. His thick, dark shaft flopped between his legs, quickly growing hard.

For once, Deepthroat Cockslut was certain that somepony else was more embarrassed than she was. But Granny Smith just howled. "Woo-wee! Now that didn't take long! What is it they say about farmers? 'Quick to rise and quick to bed?' Why, you'd think he was dead, he's so stiff!" Granny Smith elbowed her a couple times, but Deepy wasn't laughing. "Now, y'all got all the time in the world, so y'all go ahead and paint the barn white, and I'll have some ice tea and tarts waiting fer ya inside to cool off with." She gave Deepy a couple pats before turning and heading toward the house. But before she was gone, she called back to them, "Happy humpin'!"

Now that she was gone Deepthroat Cockslut could get a word in edgewise. She opened her mouth, but her voice caught when she felt a familiar sensation slice through her. Wetness, dripping down her thighs. Heat, pulsating from her pussy in waves. Her tail twitching, eager to flag.

Big Mac's length slapped against his belly, a glob of precum splashing through the air and soaking into the hay below.

Deepy's mind was blank. Her heart was pounding in her ears, deafening. She felt blinded.

Her legs trembled as she turned around. She bent over. Her tail raised.

For a moment, she felt the weight of oblivion on her soul.

Until she felt Big Mac's weight on her back. All at once he mounted and shoved his length into her, one thrust, all the way to the hilt. Deepthroat Cockslut cried out in unbearable pleasure. It was hard to believe Gizmo was bigger than Big Mac. The way he took her, everything about him, seemed so much more, his great cock pounding into her over and over, his heavy balls impacting like iron against her thighs, his deep grunts of need filling her throbbing ears, his sweaty chest filling her nose with potent, exhilarating male musk. He pounded her like a machine, and every smack of his hips into hers, every whiff and grunt filled her with the knowledge that she was being taken by a stallion of stallions, a true breeding stud, put on this glorious green earth to hump mares until their purpose was fulfilled, their wombs full of his seed. In that moment, Deepthroat Cockslut wanted nothing more than to be used by him, to be bred as he saw fit, until those grand balls had pumped every last drop of warm, glorious, gooey cum into her, and were totally spent.

Big Mac's muscles bulged all around her, power rippling and lancing through them, just as it did her own body with every thrust. He fucked her like an alicorn, each thrust divine, and he showed no signs of stopping. But Deepy didn't have or need his endurance. After only a minute, she felt her insides and passages burning, clenching with lightning, ready to explode.

"Ahh! Yes! Big Mac! Yes!" she cried to the heavens as her climax took her. Her eyes rolled up toward the roof, and her face sank into a visage of pure ecstasy. The paradise seemed endless, but Big Mac hardly registered what was happening to her. Nothing could stop him from taking her, from thrusting, sweating, moaning, grunting, pounding, fucking the hell out of her.

But just as soon as it ended, as Deepthroat Cockslut reached a plateau of shuddering pleasure, she felt herself rising again. "Oh, Celestia! Big Mac! Yes! Ah! Nng!" Her mind blanked, her body seized, and again Big Mac's great cock stuffed her full of white-hot pleasure as she clenched around it, inviting more.

He never slowed down. The force of it all pressing in around her, invading every sense, every inch of her body, was overwhelming. She quickly lost count of her orgasms. All her talent and knowledge was reduced to instinct, to keeping her tail out of the way and to stay standing under the onslaught, to keep her flanks raised for her stud.

She gasped when his teeth clamped down on her neck, holding her perfectly still. She obeyed and froze beneath him, a massive, shivering wave of pleasure running through her as she realized what was about to happen. She let nature take over, just as he did, ready to accept his gift to her.

"Ohhhh," the two groaned together as he shoved himself fully into her, shaft throbbing. Great, steaming gouts of cum pumped into her, filling her marehood, his massive balls pressed into her flanks, and she could feel every pulse churning within them, pouring their contents into her. It was too much, his thick jizz seeping around his fat cock and her soft folds, plopping onto the messy hay below in a spreading pool.

As soon as the last drop trickled into her, Big Mac was at it again, his shaft still solid, his hips pounding her roughly, her cries ringing through the rafters once more.

Her legs wobbled, but she knew how to adapt. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she pulled him down with her, lying on her side. She didn't care if she plopped right into the lukewarm pool of his cum, relishing the feeling of it seeping into her coat. She spread her legs wide, giving him total access as he straddled her. He hunched down, but this new angle gave him all the leverage he could want. He tucked his head down, overtop of hers, his chin on her mane as he continued thrusting.

"Fuck, ohh, fuck," Deepthroat Cockslut groaned. He was deeper inside her than any other stallion had ever been. It was almost painful, having her limits be stretched like this, but being taken so roughly, so completely, was a thrill in its own right. Her body squeezed around her stallion, her passages tighter than ever before, and Big Mac's throaty breaths told her it was a treat for him as well.

The tightness of her warm, cum-stuffed pussy combined with the tightness that still sat deep in his heavy-hanging balls spurned Big MacIntosh on further, harder. He rammed himself into her without any obstruction from her or the position, free to plow her with all the force he could muster. Deepthroat Cockslut moaned and cried out at each one, her body shaken and shoved forward with every thrust, her forehooves bracing herself against the assault on her marehood.

A crackling spread through her, catching her breath and widening her eyes. A new pleasure that made her veins sizzle and her pussy burn deep within, the bolts arcing through every limb and organ like a storm. She let out a heavy breath. Another. It was coming. Big Mac was ramming his cock beautifully into her, that glorious shaft battering down her gates to heaven.

He pounded her g-spot, a magical secret that no stallion had ever had the length to reach or the positional advantage to unlock. Until now.

"Fuck! Big Mac! Yess!" Deepthroat Cockslut screamed. An intense pleasure rippled through her, her mind utterly blown as her legs spasmed and shook, her chest trembling as the big red stallion laid into her. She felt more animal than pony, her tongue lolling out of her skull, but she couldn't help herself. It was simply too good, too much to control herself.

Big Mac wasn't about to stop, though. His flare still rammed into her sensitive inner button, every inch of her pussy burning around his thick meat. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, another orgasm barreling toward her before the last had even ended. She was powerless to fight it, and all too happy to let it overtake her.

"Yes! Yes! Big Mac! Oh Celestia! Big Mac!" she screamed again. Her body felt like a rag doll, her hips and marehood belonging entirely to Big Mac as he shoved himself into her. The walls echoed with her cries, all of her restraint gone from her.

But she hadn't reached the peak yet. Big Mac clamped his teeth down on her neck again, shoving her down into the puddle of cum she lay in. The warm semen surrounded her and filled her, trickling down her belly and soaking her fur, mane, and tail, but she didn't care. That massive cock pounded get g-spot, his heavy balls slapping her ass hard. She turned her head, her mane still pinched in his teeth, and she could see his great arms on either side of her, parted by his broad, muscular chest, dripping with sweat. She pressed her muzzle to his body, licking and kissing the salty drops from him, smelling every part of him, letting his male stink fill her brain, letting him overwhelm her just as the pleasure did.

His grunts came again just as her screams did. Pressure swirled within her, the core of a galaxy within her, nurtured and fed by the massive cock inside of her, expanding as he fucked her rougher and harder. She couldn't take it any more. It was too much. He was too much. Too big, too strong, too masculine, too pleasurable, too much of a stud for even a mare of Destiny like herself to handle.

"Nng!" he grunted, and she felt herself be bred once more. Her entire consciousness closed into a singularity. There was only climax. Deep. Intense. Dominating.

"BIG MAC! FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and Celestia herself must have heard her. Her hips jerked powerfully, her pussy writhing, and she squirted. Jets of clear, hot marecum spurted around Big Mac's cock lodged deep within her, as he too emptied his fluid into her, ropes of diluted stallion cream flooding out with her juices, making a mess of their bellies. Deepthroat Cockslut practically blacked out as Big MacIntosh held her fast, stuffing her full of hot cum once more. She could only sob into his chest, wracked with the experience of a new horizon of pleasure, greater than any she had felt before.

Eventually, it did stop. Deepthroat Cockslut took a deep, shuddering breath, as if she had drowned, her chest heaving. Big Mac's hot breath poured over her ears, and he gave her another nibble. She could feel him throbbing within her, his cum oozing from her, her entire body soaked in their fluids.

She knew what this meant. She knew what she had done. But he was still hard.

"Big Mac," she breathed. "Can I..." It felt so wrong. But she needed it. He needed it. "Can I suck your cock?"

"Eeyup," he hummed into her ear.

He pulled out with a wet slurp, a splatter of cum landing on the barn floor as she jolted at the sudden emptiness. Her entire body wouldn't seem to cooperate with her as she tried to move. Like a newborn deer, she struggled to her feet as Big Mac carried himself to a stack of haybales, propping his back against them, spreading his legs for her. She licked her lips. His mighty cock awaited.

As always, though, she remembered her manners. She crawled on her belly until she was between his warm thighs, his balls resting on the barn floor before her. The poor things looked so tired, so hot, but still so full. She closed her eyes as she drew her muzzle to the beautiful orbs. She could smell the sweaty musk of a breeding stallion on them, and she was tempted to present herself to him again, her body still as eager as his to be humped and bred. But she had a duty to attend to, and if nothing else, Deepthroat Cockslut was dutiful about pleasing stallions.

Her body shivered as she planted her lips on one of his great nuts. She kissed it sweetly, the heat of it radiating across her face. She kissed the other one as well, like a lover, pure worship in her touch. Then, she slowly dragged her tongue down the middle, collecting his tired, hardworking farmer's sweat, relieving him of the stress of the fields, thanking him for the pleasure of his breeding. His scent here was more pungent than ever. She opened her mouth and planted her lips on each orb, too big to fit inside, but she lavished it with her tongue, feeling his great, leathery pouch relax with her ministrations, tasting the salt of his efforts on the flesh. The power she could feel in her lips and tongue radiated through her, and the distilled smell of his sack was so utterly male that she was intoxicated. She wondered at how much pleasure a stallion's nuts could bring her.

Her question was quickly answered. As she worshiped, her body tensed, seemed to sigh as she inhaled his musk, and then released, calm, icy spasms racking her, orgasm taking her once more. She regarded the feelings calmly, almost amused that even such a simple act could bring her such pleasure, but utterly satisfied as it did. She kissed each orb a few more times, licking over them warmly, cleaning them thoroughly of his sweat before she moved upward.

The taste of her juices on his thick, throbbing cock mixed with the remnants of his cum, flavoring his meat with a cocktail of sex. She lapped up the flesh, teasing the midring, hearing him groan as she neared the tip. His head flared with arousal, slowly, in time with his heartbeat, a new droplet of precum oozing from the tip.

She wasn't about to tease such a needy stallion. Not when she was so hungry. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes once more.

The glorious, wonderful, almighty feeling of a rock-hard cock sliding past her lips made Deepthroat Cockslut melt before Big MacIntosh. She took the head with ease, quickly working to take the rest, gaining each inch with fire and passion, swirling her tongue around his meat, gobbling his shaft with her lips. As her throat was spread and filled, she felt like crying. All she wanted was to suck his cock, and all she hungered for was his cum.

Wrapping her lips around his base, smelling his sweaty sheath, working her tongue around his throbbing stallionhood, using every inch of her stuffed throat to bring pleasure to such a great stallion; it was a thing of true beauty to Deepthroat Cockslut. Nothing was more lovely than bobbing up his length, only to shove every last thick inch down her throat again in one motion. Nothing was more elegant than twisting around his meat, feeling him groan and shudder in her grip, feeling his balls raise and tighten against her throat. Nothing was more perfect than having her throat spread wide, slurping, sucking, slobbering at a fat, juicy cock, feeling it throb and tense, her belly rumbling for warm, gooey cum.

Deepthroat Cockslut knew she could never have helped herself. She pleasured Big MacIntosh without restraint. No guilt or reservation could keep her from sucking his dick, or any other dick for that matter. Had she come to Sweet Apple Acres knowing he'd be here and be horny? Had she failed to mention Gizmo because she knew it would prevent her from having her mouth full of this thick, meaty prize? Was Gizmo not enough for her?

She simply didn't care. She loved sucking cock, and she was powerless to resist the urge. Deepthroat Cockslut took Big MacIntosh into her, serving him, pleasuring him, moaning as she lavished his meat, shoving every last inch of him into her warm, inviting throat.

His hooves tensed on the back of her head. His balls tightened against his base. He throbbed powefully inside her mouth. She twisted and sucked, encouraging him. He throbbed again. And again.

"Ahh," he sighed, and Deepthroat Cockslut with him. Warm, thick, heady, salty, tangy, plentiful, wonderful cum oozed into her throat. He held her fast against his base as he pumped his cream into her, and she was content to drink from his balls, her eyelids fluttering as she tasted his cum in the back of her mouth, gulping it down the immense amount of delicious jizz like she was born to, the lumps in her throat sliding down, down, down into her belly, filling her, satisfying her.

Her body throbbed a few times before another orgasm took her, giving pleasure to the beautiful act of swallowing a fresh load of cum.

Deepthroat Cockslut pulled off with a final twist and lick, sighing, her belly almost aching with fullness. Big MacIntosh's head lolled back, and she knew that he was utterly spent.

She couldn't speak to him. She simply stood and left, her mane and coat an absolute mess of cum and hay, her hooves plodding along the barn floor, muffled by the shuffling hay.

The sun was setting. Hours had passed. She hadn't even noticed; not amidst the greatest sex of her life.

But she knew it wasn't supposed to be like this. Big Mac was not supposed to be the one she couldn't resist, the one she lusted after. She didn't love Big Mac. Big Mac didn't look at her like a first crush, and Big Mac didn't get nervous and excited about taking her out to dinner. Big Mac didn't talk to her about all the wild, impossible things he thought, all of his many passions. Big Mac didn't blush when she flirted with him, and he didn't hesitate in that cute, awkward way every time Deepthroat Cockslut led him to her bed. Big Mac didn't thrust into her for a few moments only to blow his load in her without so much as a shred of pleasure for her, even if those few moments were the most meaningful, intimate moments of her entire life.

Big MacIntosh gave her pleasure. But he didn't love her. She didn't love him either. But she had betrayed the stallion who did.

Deepthroat Cockslut ran. She ran deep into Sweet Apple Acres, threading through the trees, tears stinging her eyes and sobs wracking her throat. When her legs gave out, she stumbled into the base of a tree, planting herself there, and cried. She cried her little heart out.

How could she hurt him like this? How could she break the heart of such a good stallion? How could she cheat, after standing against infidelity her entire life? How could she go against the greatest love she had received in her life of filthy whoring?

But one question loomed over all the rest in her mind:

How was she supposed to tell Gizmo?