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by cloppyhooves

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, Big Macintosh
Length: 3593

Fluttershy pegs Big Macintosh

Fluttershy has a suggestion of a new idea to try with her coltfriend, Big Macintosh.

I wrote this in collaboration with a friend. :D

I uploaded this to GoogleDocs, DA, FA, and now here. :3

Originally finished mid-late August 2011.

Published 2013-06-21 01:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-21 01:20:04 UTC

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It was no secret that Big Mac loved Fluttershy. Ever since she first became his fillyfriend, the two were practically attached at the flank. He wasn’t the most verbose stallion in Ponyville, but his protective attitude and loving gaze were hard to miss.

And outside of public view, their intimacy was just as perfectly matched. Every time they made love they both got the utmost satisfaction; Big Macintosh’s gentle demeanor played off Fluttershy’s timid yet loving touch, forming a bond between them that enhanced the physical pleasure to great heights.

So when their sex life began to lose a bit of its previous spark, he began to worry. Not for fear of losing a sexual outlet, but of Fluttershy hiding something. Even worse, she could be unhappy. That was the last thing the stallion ever wanted.

Fluttershy tended to keep her problems to herself, so he knew he’d have to broach the subject with her gently. He didn’t want it to seem like he thought they were having lousy sex, or that he didn’t love her anymore. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

The two of them lay together in her bed. She was curled up in a little yellow, fluffy ring with her legs drawn underneath her. He cuddled close, resting his head in the dip of her back. Big Mac loved these moments where they just sat together, not having to say a word. He almost wanted to forget about posing the question in order to avoid ruining the mood. But he reminded himself that her happiness was his priority, and he had to inquire for the sake of their relationship.

“Flutterbaby?” he murmured into her mane. She giggled at the sound of his pet name for her and rolled onto her back so she could meet his gaze. “Ah’ve been wonderin’...well, you ‘member the last time we bucked?”

Even though they’d been “active” for a while, he always saw a hint of blush rise to her cheeks at the mere mention of the deed. “Yes I do, Big Mac,” she answered, nudging the tip of his nose with hers. “It was nice.”

“It was nice,” Big Mac agreed, smiling at the nuzzle, but on the inside he knew “nice” was her polite way of saying it could have been better. “Ah’ve been wantin’ to ask you, though...is there anything else Ah could’ve done for you that night?”

She cocked her head, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well...Ah jus’ figgered, there has to be somethin’ Ah could do to make it more excitin’ for you.”

Fluttershy gave a timid giggle, and she slipped her front legs around his broad neck. “It’s always exciting with you, sweetie. Don’t worry about it.”

“Ah know,” Big Mac chuckled. “But Ah wanted to let you know...if there’s anythin’ you think would be fun...you can always tell me what it is.”

“Well,” She began, “I’ve kind of...um...” Her words faded into a squeak.

“Don’t worry,” said Big Macintosh in a warm tone. “Ah can take anything you say.”

“I...I...it’s just...you might not like it....”

“Sugarcube,” crooned Big Mac, putting a comforting hoof on Fluttershy’s now beet-red face. “As long as it makes you happy, it’ll make me happy.”

“Erm...well...” Fluttershy swallowed. “You know how Rainbow Dash always says I need to be more assertive?”

Big Mac chuckled again. “Ah sure do. Y’always look so cute when ya do it.”

Fluttershy smiled at the compliment, and began to speak with more confidence. “Well, I was thinking; what if I practiced being...I mean, maybe I could try...dominating?” As soon a she uttered the word her ears slapped back against the top of her head in embarrassment.

Big Mac wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but he didn’t want to scare her any more than she already was. “Y’mean...like, a slave kind of thing?” The idea of that kind of roleplay was still quite unorthodox to the stallion, but maybe he just didn’t know enough about it yet. In any case, he was going to be true to his word to be open-minded.

Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! I don’t want to...hit you with anything.” She looked down toward her hooves. “I meant...pretending to be the stallion.” She was trembling underneath him, as if mortified that she even admitted this to her own coltfriend.

The workhorse considered her words carefully. If she wanted to be the stallion, that means he’d have to be the mare. And that would mean he’d be on the bottom while she...

Big Macintosh let out a gasp of recognition. As Fluttershy saw this, she began profusely apologizing for even bringing the topic up, burying her head against Big Macintosh’s chest in shame.

“Flutterbaby,” he began. The yellow pegasus lifted her head up, but was still spouting apologies before the red pony could continue. Big Macintosh then gently placed his hoof on Fluttershy’s lips, and she fell silent.

“Ah must say, ah’ve been a mite curious about that sorta thing too,” said Big Macintosh in the warmest of tones.

“You...you have?”

“Sure. Ah’ve heard from some other ponies that it’s supposed to feel especially good for the stallion as well as the mare.” Big Macintosh put on a smirk. “Hay, and everypony always sees me as the macho stallion in Ponyville. Ah suppose it couldn’t hurt to give that up for a bit and try gettin’ in touch with mah feminine side.”

“Are...are you sure?” replied Fluttershy with optimistic, yet still cautious words.

“Of course, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said, giving her a kiss on the nose. “Ah want nothing more than to see ya happy.”

~*~

Fluttershy was nervous. She was excited, of course, but slightly apprehensive at the same time. True to her nature, she was worried that, even though her coltfriend had promised he wanted to act out her fantasy with her, he would end up regretting it. The idea of Big Mac either getting cold hooves or thinking she was weird in the head horrified her.

Then she imagined the feel of the stallion underneath her belly, and those thoughts of dread were briefly shaken away. There was a chance that he’d like it too, she decided.

She didn’t have much time to worry about it, anyway. Here she was, perched on the end of Big Mac’s bed while she waited for him to return from his work on the farm. He’d told her to be patient, because after he finished he’d need time to get ready. She didn’t know exactly what he meant by that.

The yellow mare was conflicted on whether or not she should be wearing the strap-on harness when he got there, or if that would be too much. She was wearing it right now; the sway of the shaft’s heft felt strange, like having a weird tail in the front. Fluttershy had to make the trip to the city in order to find a shop she could buy it from. Ponyville wasn’t a good place for that kind of thing. Maybe it was too traditional a town in that respect. In any case, Fluttershy was glad that she’d gone out of town to retrieve the instrument; she couldn’t imagine having to buy something like that from, say, Pinkie Pie, or anypony else with a shop around Ponyville. That was a conversation she’d probably never be prepared to have with any of her friends. Luckily, she was smart enough to go somewhere where she could walk in, make a beeline for the right product, pay, and walk out.

The sight of the prosthetic appendage between her flanks gave her a little thrill, and it was surreal to her that this was actually going to happen. She was so sure her coltfriend wouldn’t be up to this. That he’d turn her down immediately and awkwardly change the subject.

But she couldn’t have predicted him any more wrong. He even implied that he’d wanted to try this himself. It was almost too good to be true.

After an hour, Fluttershy finally heard the front door open and swing shut behind who was obviously Big Mac, home from a long day at Sweet Apple Acres. Her heart raced; even though she was still wearing the harness, her wings froze at her sides and she couldn’t summon the composure to quickly get up and slip the harness off. She wondered if she could postpone the date a day or two, or a week. Maybe if they did, he’d be given more time to get used the idea...or confess that he wasn’t really as interested as he’d thought.

Before she could debate it in her mind any longer, the door to the bedroom opened. She squeaked, forgetting completely about her un-obscured new phallus.

Standing before her was her coltfriend...in a nurse uniform.

The burly stallion turned redder than usual as soon as he saw her reaction. He pawed the floor nervously. “Thank Celestia Applejack an’ Granny ain’t home, huh?” he commented as casually as possible, but his shyness permeated his voice anyway. He gently closed the door behind him and waited for the mare to say something.

At first, Fluttershy didn’t know what to think. Her eyes trailed from the white cap perched atop his head to the slim-fitting white blouse. It led to a white pleated skirt with a pink hem. She couldn’t tell if he was wearing anything underneath.

“Big Mac, where...where did you get an outfit like that?” she finally asked in amazement.

“The city’s an amazing place.” Big Mac chuckled. “Look, it ain’t necessary, y’know. Ah...well, Ah said m’self that Ah’ve been thinkin’ about it.”

Fluttershy simply nodded. The fact that Big Mac had gone above and beyond like this completely blew her mind. This wasn’t something she would’ve fathomed happening two days ago, or even yesterday. She took in the sight of her feminized coltfriend, and suddenly she realized the burn in her flanks rising.

“Ah know it’s weird,” Big Mac was continuing. His ears dropped from the embarrassment and he shifted his weight nonstop. “Look, Ah’ll go ahead and change outta this, jus’ sit tight an’...”

He was interrupted by a tight hoof placed around his blouse collar and a deep, thirsty kiss from Fluttershy, who seemed to have flown off the bed and to him at the speed of light. “You,” she purred once she pulled away from the kiss, “look good enough to me.”

Before he could even process the compliment, he was pulled roughly back into her. The kiss was long, drawn out by constant re-grasping of lips and moans from both parties. The two of them began to migrate back to the bed, but they remained standing. Big Mac pressed into her desperately, and that’s when he realized a new appendage was being squeezed between them, as if it was ready to rip off his skirt itself. The stallion paused to glance down at the cock; it was sizeable enough to be considered average, but it appeared reasonable for his first time. It was a striking black hue, and the tip gleamed in the small amount of light in the room.

He began to lower onto his knees without realizing it. The cock was right by his face now. Fluttershy seemed a little surprised at his eagerness, but she quickly assumed her role again. “You like it?” she asked, her tone more presumptuous than questioning. “Go on. It won’t bite.”

Big Mac eyed the large head. Then, he carefully parted his lips and fitted them around it, wetting the prosthesis with his saliva. He stroked its underside with his tongue, giving a few quick flicks. It was slickened now, and he was able to take in more of its length into his abiding muzzle.

The base of the cock began to press into Fluttershy’s crotch. Her head tilted back, and she sighed. “That’s it. Take my cock...you dirty nurse, you,” she added to appease what she now knew was her coltfriend’s own fantasy.

At her waist-level, Big Mac blushed again, but he could feel his own stallionflesh rising to the occasion. He released Fluttershy’s cocktip from his mouth briefly to reply, “Whatever my patient needs.”

He returned his attention to the glistening phallus before him. Sliding his lips onto it more easily this time, he began to suck. Big Mac raised a hoof to support the base, pressing it more firmly against Fluttershy’s center. He heard a gasp, which relaxed into a moan of approval. He maneuvered the base in subtle circles against her clit, making sure she got some real satisfaction from the blowjob.

Her flanks trembled at the sensation. It was gentle, constant, and tantalizing. The visual aide helped; Big Mac’s eyes were half-lidded as he concentrated on the task at hoof. She could feel the pressure of his tongue twirling around her girth, giving her loving licks. He worshipped the head with his entire mouth, making a big show of making out with it to please her. He was clearly enjoying it as much as she was. Fluttershy was overcome with desire for the submissive stallion, enough that she placed a hoof on the back of his head and guided it further onto her shaft. He adjusted quickly, taking in as much as he could and continuing to press into her.

Fluttershy had gone down on her coltfriend many times before, but seeing the tables turned like this increased the wetness in her harness by tenfold. She ground her hips toward his mouth in time with his sucking. Taking her cue to increase the intensity of the situation, Big Mac moved his mouth up and down her cock, taking it in as far as he could without gagging. He was so engulfed in the moment he almost forgot it wasn’t actually attached to her. Nevertheless, the grinding motion of the base of the dildo against Fluttershy was pleasurable. She bit her lip to prevent a girlish squeak from escaping and destroying her masculine image. Then, when she felt herself climbing a little too high a little too soon, she picked Big Mac’s head up by the ears and withdrew it from the shaft. She addressed him in a firm, collected demand.

"Nurse, I think it's time for your examination. Put those hooves on the bed so I can get started."

Big Macintosh had never heard her be so assertive. Her commanding voice giving him a direct order; the scene was all so erotic. He quickly complied, taking his mouth off of the plastic shaft and getting to position with his front legs on the bed and his back legs spread slightly.

In the meantime, Fluttershy was letting her appendage display proudly, as if to boast to the nurse pony, as she pulled out her second purchase: a bottle of lubricant specifically designed for the purposes she had in mind. She deftly opened the bottle, poured the liquid on her hooves, and spread it across the faux phallus. Big Macintosh turned his head to see her do this; she seemed to lack any pretense of shyness as she proudly prepared herself for her coltfriend. The combination of her newfound assertiveness and his compromising position made him even harder than he had been before.

Now fully prepared, the pegasus walked over to the workhorse. Remembering what he had done so many times to her, she kicked up her front legs and rested them on his back, right on top of the blouse. Fluttershy then moved her back legs closer to his, and started to tease him by prodding his waiting hole with the tip of her plastic cock. He gasped at the surprise, then quickly gave a cooing noise, adding “You may begin the procedure” is a warm tone.

Fluttershy gave a grunt of assent, and lined up the phallus to her coltfriend’s plothole. She had one last moment of hesitation as the excitement of having her fantasy realized ran through her mind. Once this brief second had passed, he moved her hips forward, pushing the appendage into Big Macintosh.

The workhorse felt the shaft push into him, and let out a groan. Having never done anything like this, he felt a bit a bit of pain as the tip of the shaft entered his plot. It was a completely alien sensation, being the mare in the situation, but he prepared to take the pain by the thought that he would be fulfilling Fluttershy’s fantasy.

The resistance provided by penetrating Big Macintosh for the first time pushed back against Fluttershy, and she felt the pressure on her clit. The sudden rush of pleasure caused her to halt for a moment as she sighed in ecstasy. Fluttershy then began to draw back out of her coltfriend, once again feeling the strap-on push against her, causing the pleasure to amplify itself.

The pegasus now began to push in again slowly, further this time. Big Macintosh’s pain had diminished this second time around, and he was beginning to feel pleasure from the penetration. As it moved inward, the tip grazed past and stimulated his prostate. The workhorse shuddered with pleasure, and precum began to ooze out of the tip of his own stallionhood.

“Ooh,” Big Macintosh crooned. “Right there, Flutterbaby. That feels so good.”

Fluttershy continued her newfound confident tone, saying “Yeah, I bet it does, doesn’t it?” and started to pull out again, making extra sure that the tip would stimulate her coltfriend again. She took her time as she did this, savoring every ounce of pleasure she got as the toy rubbed against her.

The pegasus began to get into a very slow rhythm, pushing in and pulling out gently, allowing her to take in every little vibration to her clit, letting out assertive grunts and moans. She re-examined her current position: the roles had completely reversed. Now it was her who was thrusting in and out to make to make the feminine-looking pony moan; her who was in complete control. Fluttershy felt her pleasure increase at the thought of her fantasy being realized.

Big Macintosh, meanwhile, was having trouble thinking straight. Every gentle movement of the appendage within him was rubbing against all the right places, and pleasure was coursing all throughout his body. He felt his erection quiver in orgasmic pleasure, and pleasurable shivers shot continuously up his spine. His face was clearly revealing what he felt: his eyes had rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and with his jaw hanging open he continued to gasp and moan.

Fluttershy increased her thrusting by just a tiny bit; not so much as to hurt her coltfriend, but enough that the pressure on her clit was getting close to overwhelming. She began to feel herself go weak at the knees, but pressed on, closer and closer to the glorious end in sight.

Not too long after, the pegasus began to climax. Her entire body quivered as orgasmic pleasure rushed through her body in ever-increasing waves. Fluttershy let out a loud, animalistic moan, letting her mind be filled with nothing but the wonderful sensations she felt all over. She lost her ability to stand, and collapsed onto her coltfriend’s back.

Meanwhile, Big Macintosh had also reached his limit. He felt the pleasurable sensations deep in his loins, and let out a low moan. His seed shot in powerful bursts at his bed, forced out by the power of his orgasmic contractions. The workhorse felt the powerful climax all throughout his body, and it was utterly blissful. As he felt Fluttershy fall onto his back, he too collapsed onto the bed.

The pair lay together as a unit, panting as the recoil from their climax ebbed away. Fluttershy buried her face into Big Mac’s mane; her slick erection was still inside him, keeping the two together as they recovered.

Finally, Fluttershy withdrew herself from the stallion. The dildo popped out and swayed between her flanks, as if doing a victorious wave. Big Mac leaned forward onto the bed and she hopped up with him, and the two rested together in to a post-orgasmic heap.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Fluttershy murmured into his ear.

Big Mac smiled. “Are you kiddin’? I just had somethin’ with you that most of the stallions in this town will never have. You make me the luckiest pony alive.”

Nothing more needed to be said after that. Fluttershy couldn’t remember the last thing she’d heard that could have made her so happy.

~*~

“Hey Applejack!” said Rainbow Dash, making a perfect landing on the ground near her friend.

“Howdy, Rainbow! What brings ya t’ the farm?”

“I was just gonna ask: is Big Macintosh alright?”

Applejack frowned. “Now just what are you talkin’ about? Ah haven’t seen a single problem with him.”

“Oh,” said Rainbow Dash, surprised. “Well, your brother has been walking around with a kind of a limp, and I was wondering if he had hurt himself doing farmwork or something.”

The orange pony brought her hoof to her chin in thought. “Nah, he hasn’t gotten any injuries that ah know of. Y’sure he was limping?”

“Well, he seemed to be walking funny. Maybe I was just seeing things.” She smirked and added, “Hard to tell what’s going on at ground level when you travel as fast as I do,”

punctuating the boast by flaring her wings.

“Ha ha. We both know that ah won the Running of the Leaves, so ah guess y’better get yer eyes checked.”

“Oh yeah? First one to Sugarcube Corner buys the other a cupcake!”

“Yer on!”