Wonderful

She woke up the same way she had for two weeks: engulfed in the arms of her husband.

They've been married for not a month but have been as inseparable as they were before. Fluttershy has reached a sort of serenity since being married.

They had to wait for a long while until their home was finished. Mac and his family had built it from the ground up and Fluttershy made it as homely on the inside.

Now they had a home and what a home it was. Fluttershy picked out every part of the inside for their home. Well, Rarity helped her... a lot.

She sneaks out of his grip so she can stretch her tired arms and sleepy back. They had agreed long ago to ban clothing from the bed.

"Mornin' Shy."

"Good morning Mac."

She felt a faint blush seeing her naked husband. It felt silly to still blush when she sees him, her body fitting in perfectly with his.

She crawls on top of his handsome, hairy body and kisses him, not asking permission. He kisses back before laying down on the pillow. Fluttershy curls against his face, still hungry for attention.

Mac nuzzles her, his goatee scratched her cheek with each sleepy breath. "You been up long?"

"No, but we can still make up for lost time."

He locked hands with hers, a pink butterfly met his green apple. Mac loved her confidence and not just in the bedroom. She almost never hides behind her hair and doesn't shy away from public displays of affection from Mac. He still remembers being pulled into the barn by his collar and not being the one in charge.

"Don't go start nothing you ain't gonna finish, Shy." He whispers hot in her ear.

"I know better." She gets a funny little giggle in her throat. This way of talking to him is still new to her but the good kind of new.

"So what's the plan for today?" He asked. Fluttershy lay on her belly, keeping her eyes on her husband.

"I don't know. I need to feed my animals."

"Am I one of your animals?" She flicks his nose.

SHY SAYS SOMETHING KINDA NEGATIVE ABOUT HERSELF

She squeaked when his hand slapped her behind.

"None of that now, ya'hear?"

Fluttershy nods, guilty about the slip up. Mac smiles and rubs her stinging cheek in apology. His touch makes Fluttershy drift away, to the Fluttershy in her dreams. The Fluttershy that said what she wanted and wasn't afraid of the things he might say. The Fluttershy she was becoming little by little; a happy girl who was brave and assertive and liked it when her husband touched her butt and-

"Shy." Mac called from afar.

"Huh?"

"You okay?"

"Uh-" Don't 'uh', be brave! "Mhmm."

"What do you want to do, Shy?"

Smoothly, bravely, she folds the bedding off of them so she could see all of him. Fluttershy loved the freedom of nudity but hated the embarrassment that came with it. Macintosh was right there with her to help, helping her test the holding her hand as she took her first nude steps into the outside.

"I would like to go on a walk... l-like this."

"Okay."

Fluttershy's mind storms. She is brave, she is brave.

Fluttershy grabs his sack, Mac almost jumps out of his skin.

"Whoa! Shy?"

"Yes?"

"Nothing just- warn me next time."

She rubs his thing until he is fully hard.

"You don't have to do-"

She silences him with a finger. "I want to."

She needs to. She has to do this, for him.

"Scooch."

After a minute of setting at the end of the mattress, she takes it in her hand. Mac groans as she holds him. She gently pulls at the foreskin.

She kisses the tip and he spits out a heavy sigh.

Bracing herself she finally takes him into her mouth.

She feels his hand on her head. Not pushing, just holding it there. He pets her head as she does her best.

She gags as she takes him too far. She coughs him out, tears prick her eyes.

He holds her cheek in understanding. He almost stands but her hand holds him there. She pushes him back onto the bed.

This just might work.

She wraps her abundant breasts around his cock. Mac groans and pants heavily. I can do this, I can do this.

She moves up and down his hot manhood. He starts humping lightly against her chest. He grabs a generous chunk of her hair, scowling and breathing hard.

She's loving this. She loved hearing his loud moans and stiff grunts. She loves the tip of his penis peaking through her cleavage. She takes the tip into her mouth and sucks.

His ringed hand finds hers and squeezes it. Their signal that he was reaching his breaking point. She didn't want him to never, ever stop. She pushed her hips further back, begging him to go faster. Pleading for her husband, her husband to come for her.

Mac grunts a swear and grips the sheets. She can feel him flare and- and-

He erupts into her mouth. His salty taste splashes into her tongue. Panicking she stops moving as he empties his balls into his amazing wife's mouth. She swallows his seed. He tastes odd but has an aftertaste of apples.

He swore, a hand clutching at the blankets as her tongue moved deliciously warm and wet against the overly-sensitive skin.

"Like that, yeah."

She knew it was a turn on for him.

She was so inexperienced, but made up for it an attentiveness, adoration and enthusiasm

he grasped at her fingers gratefully, squeezing her small hand

She swirled her tongue around the head and his chuckles are cut off

instead of licking, she gently dragged her teeth up, a soft tickle of a scratch. He hisses through his teeth, fingers tightening in her hair.

When she reached the tip this time, she looked up at him, locked her eyes with his, made sure he was watching then enclosed the pretty pink head in her pretty pink lips and sucked as though enjoying a particularly sweet strawberry.

Her gaze made him harder

One more particularly strong suck and the way he could feel her moan against the head of his cock, she’d done it.

One moment, she was giving it all she had, and the next moment, he was yelling and a hot liquid was filling her mouth in spurts. It didn’t… taste particularly good. But it wasn’t terrible? Kind of bitter with an odd aftertaste. So, she swallowed, and then again, then bathed his penis with her tongue while it twitched and calmed and slowly went flaccid.

She wipes her mouth as she climbs back to the bed. Fluttershy lays down on her big, muscley mattress of a husband. She smiles, happy and real. His hand finds hers, her head rests on his shoulder.

"Sorry. Shoul'da told ya Ah was-" she kisses him.

"You don't ever have to be sorry."

He cradles her face with a beefy hand. Her mouth kisses and suckles on his thumb almost greedily.

He fingers her.

Fluttershy has had a secret desire to have him fuck her... elsewhere. But she's loved him pound himself into her. She's always loved big men and wanted them to... do things to her... in bed. One day, perhaps years later, she will gather up the courage to confess her darkest shame to him and he might say yes. He almost always says yes to her.

For now, this is more than enough.

Fluttershy comes.

"Hope you liked that wake up."

"I love being married to you."

"I love it more."

He laughs at her childish quip and kisses her.

She blows a small raspberry.

"You're stinky and need a bath."

Fluttershy can feel his eyes on her bottom as she wobbles over to the bathroom.

Mac hugs his lovely wife as she turns on the bathtub. Fluttershy relaxes in the arms of her husband. Titles held forever.

She knows she will be happy. Because it's him.