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Once upon a time, deep in the Everfree Forest, there lived a diamond dog called the Big Bad Wolf.

Wolf didn't live on any townland, or by any particular set of laws. There were no roads to narrow his path. No clan alpha to curb or heel him. He was as free as an ocean wave. When the wind blew northerly, Wolf went north. When he was hungry, he ate. When he was thirsty, he drank. And when he was horny...

It was a glorious day, and chilling out in a sunny clearing Wolf became aware of a stirring in his loins. Cracking an eyelid he looked down to confirm it was that time of day again. His long, thick red peen slid from its sheath glistening with a little precum that dribbled down his shaft. His balls were tight and swollen with readiness.

It was time to fuck bitches and get money. So, imagine his luck when upon the sparking of his libido he heard three distinct girly voices.

"Oh, no! Don't tell me we're lost again!" a shrill, high pitched voice cried, breaking and crackling at her highest notes.

Wolf sat bolt upright with interest, his triangular ears swivelling to hone in on the source of the sound. Scrambling to his feet, the diamond dog pushed out of the flattened grass he'd been laying in and stalked like a canine ninja through the undergrowth. One powerful spring threw him into the thick trunk of a tree, and the push that followed sprang him into the branches high above. From there, swinging from branch to branch, trunk to trunk, Wolf bounded forward with supernatural agility until he perched himself above where an Everfree Forest road split into three dirt tracks.

Standing on the precipice of the three-way-fork were three ponies. Wolf licked his chops and grinned, realising all three were fillies on the ripe cusp of marehood.

Like any Little Pony female, the three fillies were the object of lust of any male across the world, not just Equestria. Ponies had a way of being perfect, regardless of age or body type. Wolf was not ashamed to admit he'd rubbed one out many times just watching pony mares of Ponyville from the Everfree treeline. Fillies were ripe little nubiles with scant dresses or skirts teasing the hot, tight bodies within. Mares tended to be curvy and delicious looking with long lustrous legs ending in hooves and slender fingers that offered a grip as sweet as the valley between their ample breasts, curvy asses or sweet, hot, velvety cunts.

Watching these familiar fillies from above, Wolf licked his lips again and tried not to drool profusely. Thinking about what treasures their little dresses hid within hardened his now throbbing erection to painful levels. He could paw off right now like he had done before watching these particular three go about their crusading adventures around Ponyville from the shadows. But right now, Wolf couldn't believe his luck that these three delicious morsels had wandered alone and unsupervised into his forest.

Wolf's grin widened. Today was indeed a glorious day.

"Why don't y'all ever remember the way 'ta Zecora's?" Apple Bloom huffed, keeping the picnic basket she carried on the crook of her arm and her free hand resting on a wide, curvy hip.

Of the three fillies, the farmer earth pony was the tallest and broadest. She had developed into a young mare with a subtle but powerful musculature, likely from all that manual labour on the orchard, and that along with her diet had developed her breasts into a large set of easily fuckable jugs. From above Wolf was looking right down into that inviting, soft valley of cleavage and he had to resist the urge to dive in (cock)head-first.

The skinniest of the three, Scootaloo, tucked her skateboard under her arm. As she'd grown up she'd clearly outgrown that scooter of hers, but she was growing nicely into a wiry, tomboyish young pegasus. She didn't have many curves that were often associated with beauty, but Wolf imagined sliding his dick into her tight body would be like fucking a funnel.

"Me remember the way? You visit Zecora more often than we do." The orange furred filly stuck out her bottom lip in an angry pout.

The third filly was by far the prettiest of the three. Not too thick, not too thin, tall with a leggy figure and pretty features that would no doubt mature into the features of a Canterlot supermodel in the next year or so. She had curly pink-and-purple hair and was clad in a form fitting dress that rode her slender physique to the knees.

"Guy's, don't fight," Sweetie Belle squeaked, confirming it had been her voice to rouse the Big Bad Wolf earlier. "I've got an idea. There's three paths. We'll each take one and whoever finds Zecora's hut first shouts out to the rest of us!"

She grinned and Wolf got the impression that while that filly was the prettiest of them, she also wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. But then neither were the other two as they nodded and agreed.

As the three Ponies split up and skipped down each respective path, Wolf had to contain his laughter. He couldn't believe his luck. First three delicious teeny-boppers roll up under his nose, and now they automatically divided for him to conquer.

And Wolf knew exactly which one he wanted to conquer first.

~~~

Sweetie Belle was sure her plan would work. That was of course until she rounded a bend in the path and happened upon a fallen tree obstructing the trail. What startled her more than the obstruction was what sat on it.

A large black diamond dog was laying across the log like it was a hammock. One leg dangled down along the side and he had his hands tucked around the back of his wolven head. Sweetie Belle had never seen a diamond dog with her own eyes before, but from her big sister's description they were dusty, mangy mutts.

Not this creature. It looked ripped like an earth pony athlete, lean but muscular and his thick fur was unbroken by any mange or shedding. His sharply formed muzzle wore a small grin of contentment and his triangular ears stood up, alert and attentive.

Wolf sat up from where he was twiddling his thumbs, feigning a look of intrigue and surprise very well.

'Oh! Hello there! What's your name then, my lovely?' he said in a chipper, curious tone.

The unicorn hesitated, fidgeting with the frilly hem of her neckline. 'Um... Sweetie Belle.'

'That's a nice name. I'm Mr Wolf.' He extended his hand to her politely.

Sweetie Belle chewed her bottom lip and for a moment looked like she was contemplating on turning tail and running back to Ponyville as fast as she could in those slutty heels. After a moment, however, she seemed to reconsider, and considering how civil 'Mr Wolf' seemed to be, stepped forward and shook his hand loosely.

Wolf went a step further, pulling her in a little closer then placing a tender kiss on the back of her hand.

'Mwah! Such a beautiful young unicorn deserves more than a customary handshake."

Sweetie Belle blushed. "Um... thank you, Mr Wolf."

"So what is a lovely pony like you doing in such a dark and horrible forest like this?" Wolf inquired with feigned curiosity.

"Well, I was heading to visit Zecora, but I forgot the way. I might be lost," Sweetie Belle answered simply.

"Oh, you poor thing. I would help you find your friend, but I'm afraid I don't know a Zecora." He paused with a secret smirk as Sweetie Belle flattened her ears with disappointment. "Buuuuuu-uut, I might be able to help in another way."

The unicorn perked up and smiled. It was a lovely, dazzling smile and Wolf couldn't restrain his erection any longer. It slid out of his sheath with a mind of his own and hardened to the properties of impenetrable armour.

Not bothering to hide the bright red rod against his black fur anymore, Wolf jumped up and noticed how Sweetie Belle's oblivious gaze followed the bobbing erection. Her mere gaze made just a little precum leak from the tip, and Wolf took a calming breath. He was so close, no point ruining it now by rushing the filly.

"Take a seat." He patted the log he had warmed for her.

Still glancing curiously at his erection as if deciphering what it actually was - an odd thing for an eighteen-year-old to do, but this was Sweetie Belle - the unicorn sat down, eye level with the curious red appendage.

"I'm a magic wolf, you see. And I can produce magic potions. One potion I could produce for you is a memory potion that will help you remember the way to your friend's house."

Wolf didn't miss a beat in his lie, and Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up. "Oh, really? That's amazing? Can I have some of your magic potion, Mr Wolf?"

Wolf chuckled deviously. "Why, of course you may, my dear. But you'll have to help me make it. Since it's your memory we're after, you are the one who has to mix the potion." He took his erection in one hand and indicated it to Sweetie Bell, still entranced by the mysterious thing. "This is like... like a unicorn's horn. It's what will give you the potion. Take it in your hand... Ah! Gently, girl! Gently!"

He was smiling as Sweetie Belle eagerly wrapped her slender, soft fingers around the tip of his cock and 'ooh'-ed.

"Oh, it's a little wet, and it feels kind of funny," she said, scrunching her muzzle. She didn't let go though and Wolf nodded.

"That's just a little lubricant to make it easier. Now give me a second." Wolf hummed, touched his temples and pretended to concentrate. "Okay, I'm ready for the mixing. What you have to do is very easy. First you work the lubricant across the co-... uh, horn. It's like working lotion into your skin."

Wolf let out a pleasured sigh as Sweetie Belle did as she was told. Her hand slid down along the shaft. She only loosened her grip to work her fingers over the sensitive, aroused flesh of Wolf's cock to make sure the precum was spread over every inch of the hot, throbbing rod.

The sight of Sweetie Belle was nearly enough to make him erupt there and then as well. She had stuck the tip of her tongue out between her lips and stared at his cock with intense focus. He felt the waft of her hot breath on the head as she leaned closer for a more detailed look. It tooke very inch of willpower to stop himself from grabbing her by the horn and forcing her mouth down over his dick.

Patience, Wolfie, he told himself. A-all in g-g-good ti-time-... fuck this girl is good.

Breathing harder as she worked her hand up and down the slick shaft, Wolf quickly said, "That's exactly right. Now keep going like that. Keep your fingers wrapped around, not too tight, and work up and down the horn."

Wet slaps escaped from the palm of Sweetie Belle's hand and another dollop of precum squelched between her fingers as she excitedly started unwittingly jerking the Big Bad Wolf off. He would have been consumed by the thought of how stupid this filly was were it not for her expert pace and divine grip. He was immediately happy enough to leave the girl's pussy well enough alone today. Her hand felt absolutely magnificent.

Through the little explosions of light bursting in his vision, Wolf looked down and treated himself to the sight of the lovely little innocent pony jerking his cock with a wide smile. She was clearly having fun, and getting excited about what was going to happen next.

"That's it," Wolf cooed, reaching out and patting her curly mane affectionately. "You're such a good filly for following instructions. You're very good at this."

She looked up at him smiling, with those gorgeous big green eyes of hers. "Thank you, Mr Wolf."

That was it. That sweet, innocent voice. Those eyes. That face...

Wolf was ready to blow, and Sweetie Belle could practically feel the cum churning in his balls. His rod swelled in her hand, prompting her to look.

"Oh, something's happening."

"That's right, my sweet," Wolf groaned, struggling ot keep his voice even. "It's coming. Are you ready? Open your mouth, there's a good filly."

Sweetie Belle did so, opening her mouth as wide as she could and stuck out her little pink tongue. Wolf didn't restrain himself any more. His cock slipped from her hand and into her mouth.

The unicorn gave an 'Mmmmmph!' with surprise and jerked back a little, but the Big Bad Wolf kept a hand firmly on the back of her head. Her lips were sealed around his girth as the knot at the base swelled up and he shot his load into her mouth. A warm blast of come caught her in the back of the throat, making her screw up her face in revulsion. But she bravely powered on through the follow up bursts painting the roof of her mouth before a pool of the wolf-cum pooled over her tongue.

"That's a good girl. Swallow it all now." Wolf's muscular chest heaved as he caught his breath, as if he'd been running a short sprint.

Sweetie Belle lifted her mouth up from the diamond dog's cock, seductively entirely by accident, dragging her lips over the tender flesh so not to spill a drop of her 'special potion.' Then with a brave gulp she swallowed it all down and coughed.

"Blegh! It's salty."

Wolf chuckled, his length going flaccid and slowly receding into his sheath. "Unfortunately."

"Um, nothing's happening."

Wolf shrugged. "Oh, give it a few minutes. It doesn't usually work right away. But say, I've got to go run and tend to something. Stay here if nothing happens. I'll be back in about ten minutes, and we could whip up another batch."

"Mmmm, I guess I could wait if nothing happens," Sweetie Belle said, and Wolf was on his way, sniggering as he disappeared into the forest.

That was almost too easy! And that filly was damn good with her hands. But there was another Little Pony on his list, and just thinking about that busty earth pony with the red bow in her mane had Wolf's erection raging hard again.

~~~

A friendly "Hi, how are 'ya doing" and "I totally know the way to Zecora's house" was all it took to convince Apple Bloom. Wolf had expected her to give trouble, she seemed like the sharpest of the three friends after all. But with some honeyed words, a courteous handshake and a few good-natured jibes thrown back and forth, Wolf had her following him along through the Everfree Forest without worry.

If his previous alpha had taught him anything worth remembering it was perhaps the first rule of battle: lead thine enemy out of their comfort zone and into yours. Wolf knew the Everfree Forest well, well enough he could have just taken Apple Bloom to Zecora's house. But that wouldn't be much fun, now would it?

Instead he led her along a branching path and right into a dead end where the dirt track ran right into a sheer rocky hillside. Thick foliage and trees cut off sidelong escape, meaning the only way out of this natural alley was back they way they came.

Unalarmed, Apple Bloom matched Wolf's fake sigh of frustration.

"Well that's strange. I'm sure this wasn't here last time," Wolf lied.

Apple Bloom clucked her tongue, walking past Wolf and resting her hands on her wide hips to consider the sheer rock face in their path. It gave Wolf a good look unfettered look at her. He didn't squander the opportunity ogle.

The earth pony wasn't by any means as voluptuous as her unicorn friend, but was still curvy and made of some sturdy stuff. She the hard-bodied physique of a girl accustomed to manual labour, but was not grossly muscular. Her limbs were lean and subtly toned, and a high carb diet made for wide birthing hips and an impressive set of tits.

She wore daisy dukes so short they may as well have been a denim thong and her white shirt hung open, tied with a knot across her bust to keep her hard mid-riff on display. the only pity was that she had her back to him, so that beautiful cleavage wasn't in view. No matter. Wolf was intending to have a good fondle soon.

"Well, we'd better double back quickly or we won't get to celebrate Scootaloo's birthday before dark," Apple Bloom was starting to say as the diamond dog closed in for the proverbial kill.

"I'm so very sorry, My Little Pony." Wolf's voice oozed with well-feigned remorse. "I'm going to make you late for your little friend's birthday party. How could I ever apologise? My silliness is practically unforgivable."

As he was talking he moved in, resting his hands on her wide hips and drawing in close. His erection pressed into the soft flesh of her left cheek, catching Apple Bloom by surprise.

"I'm sooooooo sorry, my dear."

The earth pony squeaked uncomfortably in response, but it was all happening too quickly for her to react. The sturdy soles of her work boots gave her just enough elevation that Wolf barely had to squat in order to rub his shaft on her delicious butt-cheeks.

While gratifying his curiosity on how soft and lovely those perfect globes were, Wolf kept a hand planted on her toned mid-riff so she didn't shy away, while his other hand quickly worked its way down the front of her shorts. Before she could even muster a complaint, Apple Bloom felt the diamond dog's meaty digits find their prize, a tight, closed little cunny into which he vigorously pressed. His first target, a nub of sensitive flesh.

"Wh-what are you...? Ohmygosh!" She squealed with a mixture of surprise and delight as Wolf pressed on her clit. Electric jolts of pleasure doubled her over and the pony gripped the cold rock wall for stability.

Wolf smiled, working his finger in small circles across her clitoris, juicing her pussy with practiced ease.

"Such a naughty filly," he whispered into her ear, making her shudder and tremble. "Not wearing panties in public."

Apple Bloom's head tipped back into her neck and she let out a cry as Wolf pressed her clit a little harder. He rubbed deeper into her slit, dipping the tip almost teasingly into her soaked honeypot, and then with renewed lubrication of the pony's own arousal returned to his little circular motions. Apple Bloom's breaths quickened to a heavy, hot pant and her tongue rolled out of her mouth like a tired dog. Soon her hips were starting to make little jumps and circles to supplement Wolf's rhythm.

As he worked, his freehand raked up over her belly, then seemed to think better of it and worked its way down again. He unbuckled Apple Bloom's daisy dukes and dropped down loosely down her long legs, hitting the dirt with a 'plof' bunched around her feet. Her heels were angled outward slightly as she held her clumsy, trembling pose, and she pushed backwards to meet the heat of Wolf's cock sandwiching itself between her firm ass-cheeks.

Almost on instinct she started rubbing her ass up and down his length as if to pay back for the pleasure his fingers were giving her.

He nibbled on her ear, making her draw a shuddering breath and whispered an octave above the wet sounds of his fingers rubbing her snatch from clit down to her vaginal opening then back up again. "How is my apology? Is it acceptable, My Little Pony?"

Apple Bloom nodded. "Yes! Oh, apple-buck! Yes, I love it! Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Wolf had no intention of stopping just yet. Her body was only just getting started, and his own loins had just lit up. Dipping his middle finger into her tight opening, he plunged in deep, then started thrusting in and out of her, the mid-section of his finger caressing her clitoris with every bold drive while his other hand worked its way up again to claw a hand full of her left breast between his digits. Apple Bloom reacted in kind, bucking her hips eagerly into his hand and digging her nails into the wall.

The soft pleasured moans rolling from her lips drove Wolf on and he started rolling his own hips, meeting her bucking motions and running his shaft between the soft globes of her ass. He could feel her anus clenching as it scraped the underside of his dick, and for an audacious second he considered driving into that tight, forbidden orifice.

He figured it'd be more trouble than it was worth. If he hurt her she'd be out of the moment and double down. For now, she was having fun, and the softness of her cheeks and the feel of her lovely tit in his hand was enough to get Wolf off. Already, despite having orgasmed into Sweetie Belle's mouth earlier, he could feel the rising pleasure ripple through his cock and before long he was clenching in time with her vaginal muscles over his finger.

Trails of Apple Bloom's slippery arousal had matted the fur on her inner thighs. Now she squirted as an energetic orgasm racked her body with mind-numbing finality.

Her body jerked forward in time with the muscle spasms and the jets of creamy filly-cum shot between Wolf's fingers. Much of it splattered the rock face against which she leaned, leaving a large wet patch on the stone.

Wolf came at the same time, clenching at first then driving out a long spurt of seed that splattered up the back of Apple Bloom's shirt. Five long ropes of cum soaked into the cotton, leaving wet, slimy trails that seeped through and clung to the fur on her back.

Breathlessly Apple Bloom slipped from Wolf's grip and collapsed in a breathless heap.

Normally Wolf would have stuck around for a bit to catch his breath, but there wasn't a moment to lose. Two down, one more to go to complete the big trifecta. So, he squatted down, wiped a few dribbling of cum still clinging to his dick on the dazed earth pony's cheek, then slogged off into the forest to look for Scootaloo.

~~~

He found Scootaloo had given up right on the precipice of success. Of her friends, the skinny little Pegasus had come closest to finding Zecora's hut. Only with frustration she had stopped searching, just a hundred metres from the bend that rounded on the Everfree Forest hope.

Instead, Scootaloo tiredly threw herself down on a large flat stump that had once been a mighty oak monolith. The flat surface was large enough to serve as the filly's bed, though it wouldn't be very comfortable.

Scootaloo was the skinniest of her friends. Just as tall as the other ponies, she had a gangly tomboyish frame, her breasts no more than a pair of subtle bumps under her cropped sports top. She wore a pair of black shorts showing off the full length of her slender legs and sneakers with cotton socks pulled up over her knees.

Her skateboard lay on the deck beside her as she leaned forward with knees bent inward and her head rested in one hand. It wasn't a very seductive pose, but it showed off her the flexibility of her young, limber body. Wolf imagined with excitement some of the erotic positions she might be able to bend into.

Oh, how he was going to bend her to his will...

Swaggering out of some undergrowth, Wolf casually strode past and offered the Little Pony a look of feigned interest.

"Hey, now!" He chuckled doubling back and stopping in front of her. "You must be Scootaloo, the birthday girl."

Her ears prerked up and she regarded the diamond dog with a little suspicion. "Yes, that's me."

"Yeah, your friends over at Zecora's place told me about you. And how old are you then, Scootaloo?"

The lie about her friends having reached Zecora seemed to brighten the pony's mood. "Eighteen today."

"Oh, really? That mean's you're a mare now. All grown up."

He cupped her face tenderly, turning her gaze upward to meet his own more properly. He'd caught her staring at his exposed red peen, and although he didn't mind he wanted her lovely petite features focused on him right now.

"But it wouldn't be an eighteenth birthday without a gift, wouldn't it?" he added to a flicker of excitement sparking in her big purple eyes.

Scootaloo smiled broadly at the prospect of getting a present. Wolf smiled wickedly in turn, feeling his cock harden.

"And I have a very special gift for today's lovely birthday girl."

"A present? What is it?" she almost demanded, drawing a chuckle from Wolf.

"Why don't you lay back and find out?"

With a tender push he flattened Scootaloo on her back where she lay with a little confusion. Especially as Wolf moved down until his face was positioned between her legs. His hands were wrapped around her calves, keeping those thighs spread and giving his muzzle access to the tight little mound outlined in her sleek lycra shorts. A small hill with a vertically aligned slit.

Her ripe little pussy, ready for it's very first sexual encounter, itching to be set on fire with secret pleasures the young pony had yet to experience.

Without much further delay, and before she could protest with confusion, Wolf pressed his lips against that lovely little soft cunny. At the same time he exhaled, lips pursed, bathing her sensitive flesh in his hot breath.

Scootaloo's body jolted. Her back arched and she groaned with surprise and pleasure. At the same time her wings jerked open, splaying out under her back. At the same time Wolf pressed his tongue in the attack. Soft and wet, it seeped his warm saliva through the shorts' thin fabric and touched the tingling flesh within.

Scootaloo immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a surprised scream. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her firm ass lifted involuntarily off the stump's surface to press her cunny harder agiasnt Wolf's skilful tongue.

He chuckled deeply, retreating and lifting his head a little to consider her. A vibrant blush showed through the orange fur on her cheeks and her chest was rising and falling with the rapidity of a sprinter catching her breath.

"How is that, baby doll? Does your present feel nice?"

Biting her lip, Scootaloo nodded innocently, the smouldering in her eyes betraying a lust for more. So more is what Wolf gave her. He dipped forward and lapped her through the lycra shorts a little more. His powerful tongue penetrated her eagerly parted pussy lips and worked up from her leaking opening to circle a sensitive little nub of flesh. Scootaloo's body reacted instantly, bucking against his muzzle as her nails scratched into the soft old wood of the stump.

As quickly as he started he stopped again, drawing a moan of protest from the pegasus.

"You want more?"

Still biting her lower lip, Scootaloo nodded vigorously.

"Good girl." He wasted no time slipping his fingertips under the waistband of her tight shorts and peeling the lycra away.

Like Apple Bloom, Scootaloo wasn't wearing panties, moist strings of arousal connecting the crotch of her shorts as they were pulled away. In a clumsy few moments Wolf managed to pull the shorts off one leg, but losing patience with trying to stretch them around her shoes, left them dangled around her right ankle. Firmly gripping her thighs he kept her legs pointed up and thighs spread apart, muzzle darting for the sweet spot again.

His tongue made unfettered contact with the sweet pink flesh hidden between the orange fluff covering her swollen lips. He started right at the base in the deepest next between her legs, and worked his way up. His broad tongue lapped over her eagerly winking opening, then pressed hard on her clit and flicked strongly. Scootaloo flexed with pleasure again, only this time she couldn't muffle her cries any more. With Wolf making long up and down lapping motions, pausing every so often to give her clitoris it's due attention, she squealed with delight at the heavens, panting and moaning and all the while breathlessly begging for more and more and more until...

Wolf had barely gotten stuck in. He'd eaten out many cunnies before, but he'd never made one cum so easily. This was obviously Scootaloo's first pussy-licking, and on top of that probably the first orgasm not attained by her own fingers.

The filly bolted upright, suppressing her scream with a "Hngggggg!" and clenching as if trying to push Wolf's tongue out. Her legs were lifted high over Wolf's shoulders for support, one hooked around his neck to keep his face firmly in the place she desperately needed his tongue, and her nails made a 'scritch!' sound as they dragged over the surface of the stump. Her orgasm was punctuated by a squirt into Wolf's muzzle, making him smile.

When she was done he lapped up her juices then straightened up. He licked his chops, savouring the taste of fresh, previously unused pussy.

"That-..." Scootaloo cut herself short to gulp down some more air. "That was an amazing birthday gift."

As she was panting, Wolf straightened up and positioned himself between her gangly legs. "Oh, My Little Pony. That was only the first gift."

"T-t-there's more?" Scootaloo stammered with wide eyed excitement.

Her expression turned to shock when she felt something long, hard and hot pressing to the sensitive region the diamond dog's tongue had pleasured seconds ago. Looking down she saw his cock was standing on end, the shaft lubricating itself against her saliva and filly-excitement drenched pussy. As he thrusted, the mid-section of the rod pushed open her tight lips and grazed her clit.

Still not quite down from her very first orgasmic high, Scootaloo gasped and dug her fingers into the worn bark of the stump. Her legs hooked over Wolf's shoulders eagerly. She wanted it... needed it. Her first gift had been amazing, and the second was bound to be even better in her mind.

Poor deluded little filly.

Wolf grabbed her skinny ankles and kept her legs spread as far as they would go. She was a limber little stringbean. She was going to have to be if he was going to fit all of his girth into her precious little yoni. But it was going to be worth it, even if she did change her mind mid-penetration and struggled.

Wolf had worked hard to get here, he wasn't going to squander this.

She was nice and wet and slippery. His erection was standing to full attention and throbbing with excitement. They were ready. Wolf was going to stretch out that pussy, take Scootaloo's virginity then fuck her ripe young cunny raw and fill her young womb with his thick diamond dog cum.

Unfortunately - for Wolf and only partially unfortunate for the sex-drugged Scootaloo - it was not meant to be. His cock's red tip made contact with the wet lips which speared open eagerly to receive him. He had found that bead of white hot arousal at her tight opening and Wolf was about to slide home into a funnel of silky tight pony flesh--

Something hard and heavy clocked into the back of the diamond dog's head. At first he didn't really notice it. Just a brain jarring thud. Then came blinding pain and a total lack of control over what happened next.

Keeling back, the wet softness of Scootaloo's pussy falling from his reach, Wolf smacked onto the ground, flat on his back. His consciousness dripped away like water from a leaky bucket, vision narrowing through a black tunnel. And through the blur, he realised he was looking up at two figures. One stripy looking bitch with gold rings stretching out her neck holding a rock in one hand, the other a lavender furred hoe; eyes and horn ablaze with furious looking magic...

~~~

When Wolf came to it was dark. The sun had dipped away and the moon hung full and glorious in the dark blue star-spread sky. He couldn't appreciate Princess Luna's lovely night-sky like he usually did though. Firstly, because he didn't have a juicy pussy wrapped around his dick keeping him warm company through the night. And secondly, because he hurt.

His head hurt. His body hurt. His soul hurt. He felt like he'd been ripped out of his skin and stuffed back in back-to-front.

The air smelled heavily of pony magic, the tell-tale waft of ozone and burnt glitter. He'd smelled it plenty of times before, avoiding the angry blasts of vengeful unicorn husbands, but this smell was tinged with something else. The distinct odour of pussy he was so intimately familiar with. He wondered if some of Scootaloo's arousal still clung to his nose.

Reaching up to wipe his muzzle, Wolf froze dead, staring at his own hand. He sat bolt upright, then looked from his unusually slender digits down to his brand new body with a howl of horror.

His limbs were slightly longer than before, and his waist noticeable higher with wider more curvy hips. He still had an athletic frame but had traded much of his muscle for soft curves. Most predominantly, and he had to cup them in his slender hands just to be sure they were real, hanging from his chest were a pair of full, rounded breasts. Smaller than Apple Bloom's, they were still enough of a handful to be fun. They stood perky in the open night air, nipples standing forward with hard arousal and a soft inviting valley between them.

Between his long sleek legs was no longer a cock and balls to be proud of, replaced instead by a set of tight, closed vaginal lips, the subtle slit between glistening with some of the leftover pent up arousal from eating out Sootaloo.

He hadn't though it possible, but whatever pony bitch who had caught him on the verge of breaking in Scootaloo had given him a magical sex-change!

Big Bad Wolf was now better named 'Naked Busty Wolfess.' And she scrambled away from a rustling noise, which was followed by several timber wolves materialising from the forest; grinning and drooling wickedly as large, erect appendages bobbed between their hind legs...

Author's Note:

#MicDrop

You could almost turn this into a series where Wolf - now Wolfess - goes about Equestria trying to atone for past sins, but just constantly ends up being fucked in every conceivable orifice.

... almost.