Fluttershy was still in awe of how big Big Mac was, even this time. She put her hooves into her plot and rubbed while Big Mac finished his chores for the day. Fluttershy had just had another unplanned assertiveness lesson from Rainbow Dash, but they had become very effective lately. She knew that the only way to ensure the lovely feelings of a warm stallion cuddled around her was to make the opportunity, and she was in no mood to dally. She was reminded of one of her private lessons from Iron Will from a previous adventure:

When I walk in the room,

Nearly everywhere I go,

Ponies sing and scream my name:

Bitches, dudes, and hoes.

However, she did decide to give him the consideration to let him finish up his duties rather than run out to him and make her intentions known. She could smell her own arousal as she played with herself, thoughts of the oversized workhorse doing unmentionable things to her flooding her mind. Occasionally, she opened her eyes to watch him as he worked, his flank swaying, the green apples moving up and down, his protruding and positively fantastic-looking member when he relieved himself, his muscles moving beneath his coat when he encountered a difficult spot in the terrain. Once the last task was completed, the unaware stallion made his way to the barn to clean up for the day and see what would likely need to be left for tomorrow.

The butter-coloured pegasus was deep in her own clopping when she realised that now was the time to make her move, or else her stallion would be unavailable until the next day. However, her nether regions begged her to rub furiously and finish the day’s excitation. She was going to give in and wait until tomorrow when one of Iron Will’s sayings popped into her mind, “if today you wait, tomorrow you’re late,” and she propelled herself with unnatural wing- power to the red stallion as he was entering the barn, grabbing the door so it did not shut her out. The stallion of her dreams turned in quiet surprise when he did not hear the click of the barn door he expected.

“Fluttershy, what are you doing here? Why did you sneak up on me like that?” asked a startled Big Mac.

“I, um—” “Come on, remember you want this,” she thought to herself in the brief break, “— would like to talk to you a bit.” Fluttershy concluded, then immediately thought, “That was incredibly lame.”

“What would you like to talk to me about?”

“Kiss me.”

“#saywhat‽”

“Kiss me, you handsome fucker!” Fluttershy half-yelled in exasperation as she flung herself at Big Mac, only to bump off onto the ground, her plan to knock him onto his back failing.

“Are you okay?” Big Mac said as he leaned in to check on Fluttershy, who used that opportunity to give a long hard kiss. Fluttershy then made it to her hooves with Big mac’s help and kissed him again, this time making sure to use tongue, feeling up the mouth of her gift horse. Breaking the kiss, she lowered her head and headed straight for the 100% real stallion, not a replica horsecock or a mare, lovely as they are, or being used as a horn warmer. Big Mac could not resist the feel of her mane against the bottom of his barrel and Fluttershy’s deft hooves ensured he quickly unsheathed.

After Big Mac was warmed up, his pegasus companion made a most unusual request: “If it’s all right with you, I want you to pee on me.” Fluttershy said, coming as close as she ever did to assertion. “What?” the farm pony responded in bewilderment. “I just want to have you pee on me, to see if I like it.”

Big Mac just stared in confusion, unable to process his knowledge of Fluttershy with one that not only wanted to be peed on, but asked for it. Fluttershy took matters into her own, her libido getting the best of her and explained, as if to a foal, “Like this!” and released a stream of warm, tangy urine onto Big Mac’s belly and penis.

Big Mac, too hard to complete the mare’s request even if he was not stunned by it, simply tried to move in front of the yellow pony to offer her a taste of her own secretion, which had a distinct odour of tea with too many sugar cubes. She refused, only turning with her tail up to be peed on, but the stallion took this as an opportunity and poked his protruding penis into her puffy pink pussy until he pondered if he would pop his partner in pieces. Fluttershy gave out an unnaturally loud scream at the unexpected full-extension pounding penetration, unaware of whether it was of pleasure or pain—a seemingly common situation for her. She retreated slightly, cuing her partner to thrust gently for a while. However, she quickly began to lean back into him at an ever-increasing rate.

The sensations were quickly too much for the farm pony who came without warning, nearly leaving a disappointed pegasus. Luckily (for both ponies), the unexpected gush of liquids into Fluttershy caused her to seize up in orgasm, her walls massaging the last drops out of Big Mac, and emit a series of screams and whimpers, softer than before. Big Mac then pulled out of her with a slight pop and both ponies, already too covered in sweat and other fluids to care, proceeded to cuddle in a puddle of their own juices and hay.

Author's Note

The Iron Will adventure alluded to in this chapter most likely will not exist, due to a lack of writers in the Firm talented at writing minotaur sex scenes.

Seriously, though. Eww, gross; who'd ever drink pee