>At the height of a summer day, two young secret lovers were carting through Ponyville, screaming their heads off.
>All the queer looks in the world wouldn't slow them down as they tore through town and into their home.
>The two pressed against the door, expecting it to be savagely knocked down at any moment.
>Flitter entered from another room.
>"Cloudchaser, what's wrong!? And why are you with Thunderlane?"
>Cloud ran up to her sister and shook her for no good reason.
>"Flitter, you gotta hide us! The mad mare is after us!"
>"Woooah, calm down there, sister. What happened?"
>She stopped shaking her sister and began to babble.
>"Thunderlane and I were in the forest and everything was fine but then we heard something and soon the mad mare came running at us!"
>"Okay, back up again. What were you two doing in the forest?"
>"That isn't important!"
>"Okay, then what were you two doing?"
>That's...not important, either."
>"Okay, forget it. Just what did you see?"
>"Well, we were just, uh...walking along, and out of nowhere she leapt at us. She was even riding on her giant timberwolf and glaring right at us."
>Thunderlane got off the door and joined in.
>"Yeah! And she had blood all over her. She was growling, and sneering with her giant cobra fangs."
"Then we heard her stomach growling and we knew she wanted us for dinner."
>"Oh, she wanted you for dinner?" flitter asked. "Well that was rude of you to run away, you should have said yes."
>Cloud's face came close to her sister's. "You know that's not what I meant!"
>"Calm down. It was probably just a lone timberwolf. You know how that forest is always messing with ponies' heads. But it doesn't matter now because you're back and safe in town."
>"No no no! She has our scent. She'll be coming to get us for sure now!"
>"So...you lead her straight to me?"
>Realizing what she had done, Cloud gave a bashful smile.
>"Eheh...oops?"
>"Listen, what exactly do you want me to do? You're both grown ponies, you shouldn't let old mare's tails like that get to you."
>"Hey" Thunder said "it's not a mare's tail, we saw her with our own eyes."
>"We just want a place to stay. Would it be okay if we stayed here for the night?" Cloud slid down her sister's hooves and gazed up at her.
>Flitter looked down at her sister, who was pulling the puppy eyes on her.
>Oh darn, her lip's quivering as well. She's going the whole nine yards.
>"Okay, fine, you two can stay." She gave her a warm smile.
>"Thanks sis!" Flitter was soon wrapped in a hug.
>This wasn't the first time. Her sister truly was a filly at heart, even at the worst of times.
>When Cloud and Thunder wandered back into the house, Flitter called out to them.
>"You know, you never told me why you two were out there all alone."
>"You're right, I didn't."
>With that, Cloud and Thunder disappeared into the house. Flitter could merit a guess, though, from the trail of wet drips her sister was leaving.
 
 
>You are Anon, known to the ponies as the terror of the Everfree, and the feral mad mare that nature forgot.
>How dare they call you a mare. You weren't so sissy. Hell, you were harder than any of them were.
>You're being spooned by your best friend/fuckbuddy.
>The cave you called home wasn't much, but it kept you dry, and Sif kept you warm.
>You were pretty sure it was whatever magic held her together, but you couldn't know.
>Your little pony tummy groaned and squelched while you tried to sleep.
"Urgh...Fuck it, let's get something to eat."
>You nudged Sif awake. She looked at you curiously. You had to mine biting down on your own hoof to get the message across.
>She was hungry too, as you could hear whatever eldritch stomach she has moan.
>When she stood, you were always surprised at just how small of a pony you were; you only came up to her shoulders.
>She looked down at you. That always made you feel so small, as if your size wasn't enough. Insignificant, too, like you were just a lump of supple meat.
>If she wanted to, she could probably fit your entire head into her mouth...You did have to wonder how you would taste, though.
>Nope, not a mare at all. Just a tiny pony.
>Pushing away your thoughts of tiny cannibalism, you climbed atop her branchy, oaken back.
>Damnit hooves, stop flailing, you're instruments of survival, you're not allowed to look cute.
>With that, you two set out to find food.
 
>Sif's back was a bit uncomfortable, being wood and all. Maybe this would be more tolerable if you were a mare...
>Nah, you'd probably be dead. Your dick was the only thing that made you this friend.
>Somewhere, Descart smiles in his grave.
>The forest was hot and humid this time of year. The blood on your coat never quite dried, but wouldn't run, either. It was horrible.
>At least it made the ground soft, though, and the fruit grew easier.
>Boy, tribal really does describe this place. If you pictured a typical section of the Amazon, you pictured the Everfree.
>Sif freezes. Her ears twitch and rotate. Oh shit, something's close.
>You lean down on her back as she lowers herself. Green really was a good colour in here.
"What is it, girl?"
>She points her nose off in the distance. Now, your ears weren't as good, but you could clearly hear a faint something from there.
>Your ears swivvled as you listened, still just as weird as when you came here.
"Let's go get lunch."
>With a hoof squeeze against her side, she started her slow skulking through the underbrush.
>Yes, the irony of a horse riding was delicious.
>You had grown to love how she moved. When you could feel her muscles shift beneath you, the raw power behind them, it gave you a real sense of awe.
[spoiler]>Luckily, her wood hid yours.[/spoiler]
 
>After some time, you came across a small clearing. Right in the middle, out in the open, were a pair of ponies.
>They were making out, like really going for it. You could hear their moans from here. Hell, you could smell that musk from here.
>The ponies never liked you. Sif has been your only friend since you arrived.
>You tried to approach the ponies, but you only found them after a few days. By that time you had already gutted and eaten a number of rabbits.
>And damn, raw rabbit tasted like sweaty bicycle seat. You would have cooked that shit but hooves can't do nothing right.
>It honestly baffles you how ponies built anything. Without unicorns, they would probably all be living in caves.
>Like you were...
>Anyway, they got the fuck out as fast as they could, thinking you were some mad savage.
>It was a bit presumptuous of them. It's not like you would eat a pony...
>Shit, you'd eat that pony, though. From this angle you could see dat ass, and it was fat.
>Yeah, you'd ravage that; show her how much of a savage you can really be.
>Sif growled and jolted you out of that. She was right. You could get used to hunger, but that didn't mean it wouldn't kill you.
>And these ponies wer on ur laynd...
>You jumped from her, hooves landing softly, reached down and drew streaks of dirt across your cheeks.
>Aboriginal mode activated.
 
>With soft pony hooves, you slunk up on them.
>These ponies wer on ur laynd. Bloody thievin colonialists, always fucking with your land.
>God, they were really getting loud. You could probably walk up to them and they wouldn't hear.
>Soon you were standing over the duo. Sif, who had always been so much quieter than you, joined you.
>You two look give each other the same look; really nigga?
>You looked over at an upturned picnic basket. Shit, that had some good stuff in it. A lot of it was already spilled out on the ground.
>The two were still going at it, munching on each other’s faces with lewd moaned, and grinding like the last pair of rabbits on earth.
>Boy, you missed your dick. Horse dick was good and all, but there's always a charm to your first.
>If you weren't so fucking hungry, you might have been tempted to see how well Sif can >rape.
>You could just take the food and leave...
>Nah, these bloody ponies were disrespecting your ancestors, the sick cunts.
>You bent down, slowly, and came right up to their faces. You could feel their hot breaths mixing on your muzzle.
>Taking a moment, you think up something witty to say. You were never good with that, so, with your best murder hobo voice, you settle for...
"Hey kids, you wanna see a dead body?"
>With a pair of shrieks that sent your pony ears ringing, they whipped their heads at you.
>They saw your blood matted coat, your sharp canine teeth, and cool eyes that were all too calm.
>You didn't know why you still had your canines but Equestria was a strange place.
"Fuckin', walla walla bing bong! Get off my land you mangy cunts!"
>That put a fire in their bellies. They flailed their hooves to get away, kicking each other apart.
>They booked it right out of there, shrieking and screaming, generally being that asshole to plays rock music at 2am to all the little forest creatures.
"Run! Fucking ruuun! I'll end you!"
>Only their echoing screams remained. Was it worth the minor headache from that volume? Yes, yes it was.
 
>You and Sif sat down to a nice picnic together.
>The ponies had even forgotten their blanket. You'd be taking that, it was surely nicer than the forest floor.
>Let's see...apples, oranges, daisy sandwiches, chocolates, thermostat full of something...
>Well, no meat. Fuck. What were you gonna feed Sif?
>That got answered by loud sounds of snapping and crunching.
>Oh god, she was eating you, wasn’t she? She was totally gnawing your arm off and the pain just hasn't caught up yet.
>You dared a look and found her snapping away at the basket. She ripped off huge chunks and ground it all up with her powerful jaws.
>Oh...Well, you can live to made ponies piss themselves another day. That's always a plus, you guess.
>Seeing the ferocity of Sif ripping into that basket, you guessed she likes it a whole lot more than meat.
>That'd sure earn you some brownie points later.
>There you sat, with your huge timberwolf fuckbudy, who would probably be really into femdom if she could be, enjoying the spoils of the simple life.