Blood Red As Apples

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The Morning After
You Can Love Me. Right? [Explicit]
Hunter and Hunted

The Morning After

Fluttershy fidgeted and groaned slightly as a sharp ray of sunlight spread across her closed eyelids. Really? She had to get out of bed right now? But she had just been having the most wonderful dream. Sighing she rolled over, determined to catch at least a few more minutes on the end of the most delightful of fantasies. As her arm moved to hug into one of the many thick pillows that decorated her bed her hand met with something much harder than she was used to finding there.

Furrowing her brow, Fluttershy ran her hand along the unfamiliar object in her bed. Whatever it was it was tough and as her fingers graced slightly over it the surface it was slightly bumpy. Still unsure, she cautiously cracked an eyelid to see what it was that was sharing a bed with her. Her vision was greeted with a large red stallion lying on his back next to her, his chest rising and falling as he let out gentle snores.

Suddenly memories from the previous night came flooding back to Fluttershy, and she let out a small gasp, rolling onto her back, eyes wide with surprise. Everything from the night before came rushing back to her in an instant. Every touch, and every thought from last night ran through her mind in a short loop. Oh god the things that they had done in this bed. The things that they had said. Fluttershy chewed nervously on her bottom lip and looked back at Mac. He fidgeted slightly, and grumbled something that she couldn’t quite make out before falling back into a deep sleep, a small smile alighting on his lips. He seemed happy to her.

Rolling back over to face him she cautiously stretched an arm across his chest and nuzzled her face into his shoulder, determined to soak in as much of this morning as she could before he woke up. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d ever woken up with the stallion of her dreams lying in bed next to her before. And damn it, if it never happened again she wanted to experience every second of it that she could.

Pressing her still naked body tightly against Big Macintosh, Fluttershy took all of the time in the world to enjoy being next to him; using the long minutes just to deeply breathe in his scent and running her thin fingers across his thick pectoral muscles. Time dissolved quickly around her as she stared at her sleeping lover with half lidded eyes. Occasionally Mac would grumble, and shift a little bit and Fluttershy’s muscles would freeze. She would wish that their time together would last longer, if just for a second. And every time, Mac would settle back down, granting her wish.

Fluttershy had never felt as content with her life as she did that morning. There was no real way to describe the intense amount of satisfaction she was experiencing. Her bed had never been as warm and comforting, and her mind had never felt so at peace. She concluded that this had to be the height of luxury.

That was until her stomach impolitely growled up at her.

Giving a groan of annoyance she pressed her face harder against Mac’s side. Tightly closing her eyes and doing her best to ignore the persistent gnawing feeling in her belly. But, try as she might, the feeling didn’t go away and, giving a final sigh of defeat, she rolled over and pushed the covers off of her body.

She was glad that the sunlight had warmed up the room as she flung her legs over the edge of bed and stretched her naked body, her breasts heaving slightly as she breathed in the fresh morning air. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a wrist and yawning as her feet touched the ground. Standing up and moving towards her dresser she stopped by her sleeping lover to run a gentle hand down his cheek and lean in for a quick kiss on his brow.

Stepping noiselessly over to her dresser she pulled open the top drawer and rummaged around for a pair of panties to slip into. Pulling out a cute little pink pair she pulled them on, threading her thick tail through the hole in the back. Looking up in the mirror she ran a hand through her hair. Her normally well-kept pink locks were frazzled and messy. Letting her hair fall back over her face and picking up a comb from between a couple of candles she began to pass it through the nests of pink knots.

It wasn’t long before Fluttershy realized the futility of her efforts and tossed the brush aside with an exasperated sigh. Instead, she grabbed at a hairband and wrapped her hair into a tight ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. There, problem solved.

Padding over to her closet she bent over and picked up a t-shirt from the ground, slipping it on and pushing her wings through the back. She liked this shirt. It was simple and gray, with a bold red rose printed on the front. Sure it was a little big on her but she liked that too. It made her feel… wild and carefree. When she pushed her wings through her shirt she caught another glimpse of herself in the mirror and frowned slightly.

Her wings were just a mess. Her feathers were all askew and a few of them looked just about ready to fall out. Oh darn it all, she was going to have some serious preening set out for her today. But that would come later, Right now she was hungry, and when he woke up she was certain that Mac would be too.

Cracking open the door she slipped quietly into the hallway and, casting one last look at the stallion sleeping so comfortably in her bed, shut the door noiselessly behind her. Walking down the hallway her eyes ran over the pictures until she noticed one flipped face down on her wall.

Driven by curiosity her fingers gripped the edge and turned the frame over.

Immediately she regretted the action as her friend Applejack smiled at her from the photograph. Biting her lip she cautiously placed the photo back down. Face against the wall. But it was too late. Thoughts started rushing through her head. What if Applejack found out about this? She’d hardly ever spoken to Mac before and what would her friend say when he was suddenly being found in her bed!

These thoughts raced through her mind while she turned on the stove and collected her ingredients. Eggs, milk, butter, bacon, pancake mix, frying pan, measuring cup, spatula. Everything came together in a nice batter that sizzled pleasantly when it hit the pan, filling the air in the kitchen with a wonderful aroma. Why couldn’t life be as simple as flipping over a pancake? When one was done you just stack it on the pile with a few more.

“Hey, beautiful. What’s cookin'?” A pair of thick arms wrapped around her stomach, startling her so much that the pancake she had currently poised on her spatula flew up with a jerk of her wrist and fell back onto the counter with a wet ‘flap’.

Turning around, Fluttershy looked up into Mac’s grinning face. “Well. good mornin’ ta you too.” He said, rubbing a hand across Fluttershy’s lower back.

“G-good morning. I’m sorry, you just…caught me off guard.” Fluttershy responded, standing on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck, planting a timid kiss on his cheek.

“Well it’s the darndest thing. Ah wake up alone in an unfamiliar bed, confused as all-get-out, when suddenly I smell the most heavenly thing Ah ever smelt. And when Ah come downstairs to investigate what do I find but the sexiest mare in all of Equestria standin’ around in her panties cookin’ what looks like the best set of pancakes I’m ever gonna get ta taste.” Mac’s lips hovered closer to hers with every word he spoke. “Ah just couldn’t help mahself.”

“You’re a shameless flatterer, aren’t you?” Fluttershy retorted, a coy smile of her own etched on her lips. “So why don’t you help me set up the table and you can enjoy breakfast with a view.” She flicked her tail excitedly as she pushing him gently back and turned to her stove. “There should be orange juice and syrup in the fridge.”

Fluttershy’s heart was racing intensely in her chest, and her cheeks were blazing crimson. She’d never flirted with anyone like that before. The rush that came from being desired by Ponyville’s most eligible stallion was almost too much for her to handle as she continued to cook their breakfast.

Once everything was made and Mac had finished laying out the dining-ware Fluttershy laid out the food. Big Mac thanked her and dove straight into the food as soon as it hit his plate. Fluttershy smiled and sat down across from him, her fork pecking lightly at her plate.

Looking up from the glass of juice he was swigging down Mac saw the nervous look on her face as she picked lightly at her food. Setting down his cup he reached over and lightly gripped her hand. When she looked up at him he cleared his throat. “So, exactly how much of what happened last night do you remember?”

Fluttershy froze for a second before looking back up into his eyes. “I…I remember taking care of the animals and getting prepared for bed when somebody crawled in through the window and jumped on me.” She quietly fidgeted with her fork for a minute before continuing in a shaky voice. “It was too dark to make out anything specific about him but he had these nasty…sharp….t-teeth.” She sniffled and rubbed her eyes, and Mac ran his thumb over the back of her hand comfortingly. “He held me down to the bed and c-covered my mouth. He said that he’d have his way with me and then f-feed on me. I was so scared,” A small trickle of a tear ran its way down her cheek. She sniffled and wiped it away then looked up at Mac and smiled. “But then you came to my rescue. Bursting through the door with knife in hand and jumped straight at him. All I could do was sit there, useless and terrified, while you fought him off. And once you did, you made sure that I was alright. And then I told you…and then we…we…” Her voice trailed off.

“So ya remember a lot?”

“Yeah.” Fluttershy began to pick at her breakfast again, eating more than just playing with it now. “But I’d like to think that I remember the good things more than the bad. Besides,” she looked up at him with a saucy smile and let a small bite of a pancake slide from the end of her fork into her mouth, “after all I did need someone to…comfort me…after what happened.”

Big Macintosh chuckled slightly “Well sometimes a pretty mare just needs a strong country boy to keep her safe at night.”

The rest of their meal followed that pattern. Small flirtations and giggles between bites of food. Fluttershy was actually quite proud of herself. She was getting better at this already. The rest of that breakfast went back and forth like that until everything had been eaten. Once the last bite had been swallowed both Fluttershy and Mac moved to clear off the table. Macintosh striding over to the sink to put away their dishes while Fluttershy cleaned away everything else.

As she grabbed the handle of the orange juice jug a strong hand placed itself on her stomach and pulled her back. Fluttershy let out a surprised noise and jumped a little. “Gotcha again.” Macintosh chuckled. She didn’t even have to look back to tell he was smirking.

Turning around quickly she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a coy smile upwards. “Should I start watching my back in my own kitchen now?”

His face crept closer to her, “Only when I’m in here.” Their lips connected and the air in the room suddenly grew heavy with excitement. Their mouths began a hot and furious grinding against one another. Their tongues unanimously moved into each-others mouths, pushing and fighting against one another. Every inch that Mac gained on her she won back with fevered passion, letting the two slippery masses move against one another, unfettered by thought or reason.

Fluttershy could feel herself being lifted slightly and she obliged his actions, leaning back until she felt the edge of the table pressing against her rump. She felt him lift her up and fully deposit her so that she sat on her dining room table. Scooting back further her tail twitched from excitement and her wings unfurled themselves. Unbidden one of Fluttershy’s legs stretched outward, and she leaned back, dragging Macintosh down on top of her. She separated her lips from his for just a moment, his sweet, syrup-scented, breath brushing gently over her cheek and she gave a tortured little groan. “Mmmm, but I look like such a mess right now…”

Mac’s lips distracted her from further words with softly peppered kisses along her neck as a hand stealthily slipped its way under her shirt and slowly snaked its way up her stomach to her breasts, gently cupping and massaging one. “You know that ain’t even close ta bein’ on my mind right now,” he mumbled, letting his fingers work their magic on the mare beneath him.

Fluttershy felt herself get lost under the spell his fingers wove on her body. His right hand pushing and squeezing her breast; his index finger and thumb gently pinching and teasing her nipple. His left hand had felt its way up her side until it had found its way behind her head to pull her in for another heated kiss. She felt his hips grinding desperately against her, pressing between her legs in a way that told her exactly what was on his mind in that moment. And as much as she shared that primal, animalistic need with him in that moment those thoughts terrified her.

Her palm came up and pressed daintily against his cheek. Though there was no force behind the movement his head moved back with her wishes, his tongue pressing longingly against hers for as long as it could before detaching. He looked down at her with the same confused expression a puppy might make when you just took away its toy.

She took a moment catch her breath, rubbing a thumb along his rough cheek; his unshaven stubble scratching gently against her skin. “What would your sister say if she saw us like this?” she whispered up to him, a look of genuine concern in her eye.

Immediately the heated tension seemed to drain from the room as the thought suddenly crossed Mac’s mind. Sighing with disappointment he pulled his hand from under her shirt and stood back up.

Fluttershy sat up and looked apologetically up at him through her hair. “I’m sorry. I was just…”

“No, it’s fine. You just reminded me that my sisters are probably worried sick about me right now.” He gave a low chuckle and scratched the back of his head, “Probably shoulda told someone I was going out for the night.” He reached out and gently grabbed her hand, his large fingers engulfing her smaller ones. “Listen, Ah’m really glad I got ta meet ya last night. And it’s about more than just tha sex. Ah…Ah feel like I could give ya a whole list of reasons I wanna stay with ya here forever, and I wish more than anythin’ right now that I didn’t have to leave, but I know I’m probably gonna get an earful when I get back anyways so it’s best if I don’t prolong it.”

Fluttershy nodded, “I understand. But…are you going to, um, come back?”

“Only if ya want me to.” The farm stallion responded, squeezing Fluttershy’s hand lightly. “Only if ya want me to. But,” he paused for a moment to look into her eyes, “I want you to be sure about this. I mean if there’s gonna be something between us, whatever you want it to be, love, or sex, or companionship, I want you to be sure that you want it. I don’t wanna just be an intrusion in your life because of one night. If’n ya need ta think about it I need ya ta understand that I can wait for ya, If it’s just an hour, a week, a decade, or forever; at the end of that forever I’ll be there waiting for ya.”

Fluttershy smiled meekly up at him and ran a hand against his cheek, “I really appreciate that. I think that maybe I do need some time to think about this. Everything that’s happened has come at a rush. I know I feel something here between us but I don’t know what yet. Is there some way I can, um, get in touch with you, maybe, when I’ve thought about it.”

“Yeah.” Mac let go of her hand and looked around him. “You got somethin’ I can write my number down on?”

“Mhmm.” Fluttershy nodded and let herself down from her seated position on the table and moved to rummage through a drawer in her kitchen counter before pulling out a note pad and a pen.

Mac nodded and took the pen and pad from her. Scribbling down some numbers on the pad he ripped the sheet off and handed it to Fluttershy. “That’s my private number. You can call or text me at any time and I’ll come for ya as quick as I can.” He moved from the kitchen into the living room and Fluttershy followed, scanning the number scrawled across the yellow paper.

Picking up his utility belt of hunters’ tools Big Macintosh flung it over his shoulder and looked over at Fluttershy. “I’m gonna let this be your choice, Fluttershy. I don’t wanna pressure ya, or make ya feel guilty. I just want you to let me know if you ever want something between us.” Pulling open the front door to her home, he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Fluttershy’s crimson cheek. “Whenever you’re ready you can just let me know.” Throwing one last smile back at Fluttershy he exited her home and closed the door behind him.

Fluttershy stared longingly at the door for a moment, tightly clutching the yellow parchment to her chest. Her instincts told her to fling open the door and call out to him. Demand that he come back and be hers. Demand that he hold her tightly and never let go. Demand that he come back to bed and rut her until she couldn’t see in a straight line anymore. But doubt stayed her hand from pulling the door open and demanding these things.

Instead she moved quietly over to her couch and sat down heavily, pulled a pillow over her face and let out a long and frustrated groan. Letting the plush cushion fall back onto her sofa Fluttershy spent a long time just chewing on her bottom lip and staring at the ceiling. Everything in her comfortable little cottage was uncomfortably silent. The familiar little sounds of tweeting birds and scampering paws weren’t littered through the air and it made the yellow caregiver uneasy. She’d never found herself feeling this way before. To both want and be wanted, but still be too frightened to act on anything she desired.

Determined to do something other than sit around a twiddle her thumbs moping about her situation, Fluttershy stood up and moved towards her stairs. Maybe she couldn’t sort out the mess that her emotions were in, but she could at least fix herself up to not be such a mess anymore.

Stripping off her clothes she turned on the faucet and sat on the edge of her bath, letting the water rush over her outstretched fingers until it became comfortably hot. Turning on her shower she stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed.

The sudden shock of hot water spraying across her naked body caused Fluttershy to jump slightly before settling as her muscles relaxed. Leaning forward into the stream she ran her fingers through her hair as the cascades of pink locks got soaked. Once it was sufficiently wet enough Fluttershy pushed the hair from her forehead and let the hot stream splash against her face, losing herself in her thoughts.

Big Macintosh did seem to genuinely care about her. The warmth that seemed to fill his eyes when he looked at her wasn’t something that anypony could fake. The smiles that he gave her were full of sincerity, and melted her heart every time she looked at him. Nothing about his actions seemed to say that he was faking what he was feeling, or that he was lying about anything that he’d said.

Sighing, she grabbed a washcloth and poured some body wash onto it. A deep smell of mint filled the steamy air and Fluttershy breathed it in deeply. It was a special blend that she bought from Ponyville’s local spa that was designed to relieve muscle tension. It worked splendidly as she massaged the soap into her shoulders and the tenseness dissolved away. Smiling to herself, Fluttershy let her wings lift slightly from her body and she rubbed the soapy cloth against the muscles that allowed her to use her feathery appendages.

The bathroom was quickly becoming filled with wisps of white steam as Fluttershy took her precious time cleaning herself up. As the washcloth left its bubbly trail along her legs Fluttershy relished in the relaxed state of being that her body. As her physical tension washed itself down the drain so did her mental turmoil. It was simple. He was happy and smitten with her, and she was just as smitten with him. She could go back downstairs and text him to come back to her without any hesitation.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an unconscious moan that escaped her lips as her hand ran over her nipples. Blinking, she slowly moved her hand up to grab her right breast. Gently squeezing and massaging the soft orb she closed her eyes and imaged herself back in her kitchen.

Once again she was laying against the table, her wings spread wide and pushing anxiously against the tablecloth. Big Macintosh practically laying on top of her again, his right hand pushing against her breast underneath her shirt, nimbly pinching and teasing at her nipple. Their mouths locked in a heated battle for control of each-others tongues. This time though, she didn’t separate their mouths to say the words that would drive him out of her home. This time she sank into it.

With the heated water still cascading over her body, Fluttershy’s mind danced over the possibilities of what making love in the middle of her kitchen would have been like. Ever so slowly the hand not occupied with reliving Macintosh groping at her released the washcloth from its grip and snaked its way across her stomach; moving towards her most private regions at a snail’s crawl. She was finding it increasingly more difficult to stand as her knees attempted to buckle.

In her mind Macintosh’s hips were grinding against her as his mouth moved from their fierce lip lock to pecking their way upwards where they settled to a nibble at the base of her twitching yellow ear. His hot breath was brushing against her ear in excited pants and the grinding happening in the lower half of their bodies was increasing in intense desperation every second.

In reality Fluttershy had officially fallen to her knees. Her left hand inches away from satisfying her carnal desires, while her right hand squeezed eagerly at her tit, the nipple stiff from the continuous ministrations. Fluttershy continued to gasp and moan as water splashed against her face and ran off of her chin onto her heaving bosom. Her eyes were still tightly closed, but even if she’d opened them she wouldn’t have even been able to see past her muzzle as her bathroom filled completely with steam.

Every instinct burning through her body told her to give in and begin her own satisfaction, but she forced herself to hold back. Not yet. She didn’t want to start yet. She needed him to say it first. To confirm to her that everything that he felt for her was genuine.

In her mind’s eye he’d lifted her shirt to her chin, fully exposing her breasts to be pressed between them. Her undergarments had fallen around her ankles and the bulge in his pants was pressing against her naked slit, grinding tantalizingly against it. Her need becoming increasingly vocal as, both in her mind and sitting on her knees in the bathtub, her moans grew to theatrical levels of pitch and volume.

She just needed for him to say it.

His mouth pressed closely to her ear and she heard him draw in a shallow breath.

“What if you’re only interested in keeping him around for the sex?”

Fluttershy didn’t hold back as she screamed in aggravation. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she tried desperately to reclaim her fantasy. But no matter how many times she put herself onto that table. No matter how many times he moved to whisper into her ear it always came out with the same words.

“What if you’re only interested in keeping him around for the sex?”

“No. No. No. No.” Fluttershy kept mumbling to herself as her arousal dipped lower and lower each time she reimagined it. That wasn’t what he was supposed to say.

Sighing she decided to give up. She only felt silly now. Standing up on quivering legs, Fluttershy tried her best to forget her lost desire by opting instead to wash her hair. But the strawberry scented lotion did nothing to ease her upset mind, so she decided she’d been in the shower long enough anyways.

Turning the valve off, Fluttershy pulled the curtain open and stepped onto the bathmat, quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around her naked form. Feeling her way over to the door she stepped out of the bathroom, letting out all of the mist that still thickened the air.

Stepping over to her dresser, Fluttershy sat down on her stool, picked up a hairbrush, and began the long task of combing out her hair. As the bristles brush through her hair, leaving long tracks of straight hair behind them, her mind kept wandering back to that same sentence.

“What if you’re only interested in keeping him around for the sex?”

Well what if she was? She had always thought about him in that sort of way. In her fantasies, whenever he wasn’t showering her with love and devotion, or snuggling her close against his chest, he was rutting her like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do. And after last night she’d gotten to experience the latter quite a bit. So what if the only reason she wanted him around was to satisfy her urges. She didn’t want Macintosh to just be a glorified sex toy to her. But…

Fluttershy sighed and turned her eyes downward.

“You really are one of the most insecure people that exist, aren’t you?”

The sudden voice startled Fluttershy and she jumped, her comb falling from her hand. Looking up she found herself staring back into her mirror. But this time it wasn’t her own face that met her.

While it might have shared the features of her face, it simply wasn’t her. The sneer spread across the face wasn’t her. The membraned wings that kept slightly stretching from the back weren’t hers. And those eyes, glowing red and full of malice, certainly didn’t belong to her. But recently that face had become all too familiar to Fluttershy, and in the end it did belong to her.

“You’ve been quiet. I thought you were sleeping.” Fluttershy said curtly, bending over to pick up her fallen brush.

“You know better than that. You know that I’m always here. Watching and waiting.” As Fluttershy resumed pulling her comb through her hair the Fluttershy in the mirror copied her. But her eyes remained fixed in a mocking glare, a snakelike tongue coming out to lick her lips.

“I know. But maybe…after last night…”

“Oh, you thought that maybe I’d gotten tired after playing with our new toy last night.”

“He is not a toy!” Fluttershy shouted, slamming a hand down on her dresser. Regaining her normal composure she looked down, her face flush from her outburst. “You broke our rules. You can feed all you want, but nopony is supposed to get hurt.”

The laughter that came from her reflection sent a shiver up Fluttershy’s spine. “You and I both know that what I did to that stallion was the opposite of harming him. Besides I didn’t hear you complaining when we were riding that bucking bronco."

Fluttershy turned her gaze sideways, the blush deepening on cheeks, “I…I wasn’t paying attention.”

Another bone chilling laugh. “You can’t lie to me, sweet Fluttershy. I know you were watching the whole time. You couldn’t help but watch. And you couldn’t help but feel every naughty second of his tongue lapping at you like a thirsty dog. And you know what? You loved it just as much as I did.”

Fluttershy didn’t respond but the words stung with truth. She remembered every second of mind numbing pleasure that had rocked her body to its core the night before. But she also remembered the looks that he had given her. The looks of panic and contempt that were etched onto his face every time she’d bothered to look at him. “It still wasn’t right to do.”

“You know you didn’t give a damn in the heat of the moment. And now what you have is the only stallion to ever occupy your fantasies, and he’s nothing but putty in your hands.” The smirk in the mirror widened, “I think I’d call that a win-win situation.”

“He’s not just putty.” Fluttershy said, her voice a mere whisper as she felt her heart break a little, and small tears formed in the corner of her eyes. “He doesn’t want me because of you.”

“Don’t lie to yourself. He would have thrown his hand onto a knife for you if you’d only asked.” The red eyes flashed excitedly at the thought. “Every single one of his thoughts, every single one of his actions are driven by the desire to please us. Every word we say will be a command to him, and if he doesn’t obey immediately it will be like an unscratched itch in the back of his mind until he has satisfied us.” Her reflection’s eyes narrowed into accusing slits, “You wouldn’t have the courage to do what I did. You had him crawling all over you a half-hour ago, ready to do anything, and you still were too scared to fuck him.”

Fluttershy pursed her lips and looked up at the reflection. She didn’t want it to be like this. She didn’t want Macintosh’s actions guided by this dark personality looking back at her. She wanted, no, needed Macintosh to love her willingly. “But he’ll never be thinking about pleasing you.”

Those malicious eyes rolled and the expression changed from smugness to one of exasperation. “I don’t care if he’s thinking about you, or what he ate for breakfast. What I want from a stallion is a hard and cheap fuck, and a nice snack afterwards. And since we conveniently share this lovely body everything he does for you, I get to experience. So you can complain about why he feels the way he does, but in the long run we both get what we want out of him.”

Fluttershy gave her mirror a defiant glare. “And what if I just denied that from both of us?”

Standing up and moving away from her dresser before her reflection could respond Fluttershy walked quickly back to her restroom and looked for the paper with Macintosh’s number written on it. She would tear it up. Destroy it so that she could never hurt him again. Shred it and flush it down the toilet, and maybe the only communication they would ever have again would be an awkward smile if she visited the farm.

Looking down there it lay between her feet. Staring up at her from a small puddle created by the condensation from her elongated shower. Picking up the soaked paper she held it in both hands and prepared to rip the damned thing right in half.

But she couldn’t. Fluttershy couldn’t summon the will power to shred the yellow note. It should be so easy. She just had to get rid of it. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t force her muscles to do it.

“Come on. Do it. Destroy the only thing connecting you to the stallion that you love.”Her reflection watched her with a smug grin on its face; seeming to enjoy watching Fluttershy’s internal struggle.

“Damn it.” She whispered to herself, clutching the sheet of paper to her chest, cursing her own cowardice. Fluttershy didn’t want him to be a slave to her, but she didn’t want to let him go. She’d dreamed about this kind of opportunity for too long to let it slip away between her fingers.

Gently unfolding the slip she looked at the numbers scribbled in blue ink. Her mouth formed into a soundless “No” as a bolt of lightning shot through her stomach. The ink was stained and ran together making every single number on the paper unintelligible. It was utterly pointless to try and read it.

Fluttershy strained her memory; desperately trying to recall the numbers. There was an eight in there somewhere…or was it a six? She clutched her head in desperation and thought as hard as she could. But no matter how much straining she did she couldn’t force the numbers to come back to her.

Sighing she gave one more sad look at the soaked parchment and the useless blue smudges smeared across its surface before throwing it in the trash can. More tears began to stain her cheeks.

A thumping at the bathroom door distracted Fluttershy from her dejected state, and she wiped a hand across her eyes, turning to see what was making such a racket.

Her pet rabbit Angel stood in the doorway, his arms crossed across his chest and an irate look spread across his face. The way his foot was tapping meant only one thing. He was hungry. And when Angel was hungry he became an annoying little bastard.

Putting on her best fake smile Fluttershy bent over and picked the irritated bunny up. “Aw, Angel, I’m sorry I forget to put some food out for you. Why don’t you let momma get dressed and then I’ll get you something to eat, Okay?” Angel gave her one more cross look before jumping from her arms and out of the room.

Looking over her shoulder at the bathroom mirror she saw those glowing red eyes locked on her once again in a knowing smirk. Giving a small shudder she turned out the light and closed the door behind her.

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You Can Love Me. Right? [Explicit]

Author's Note

Alright, so if you skipped to this chapter because it's marked as explicit I highly suggest you go back and read the previous chapter, or else you'll be missing out on a lot of context. If you just don't care then go ahead and enjoy yourself.

You Can Love Me. Right? [Explicit]

Four days.

It had been four days since she had woken up that morning next to Macintosh. It had been four long days of emotional turmoil and endless self-debate. Four lonely nights hugging into a pillow for comfort; burying her face into the same pillow he’d laid on trying to recapture his scent. It had been easy that first evening, but already it had mostly faded and now all she could do was grasp at loose memories. Even now, laying in her bed and staring at the ceiling, she struggled to remember what it felt like nuzzled tightly against his body.

Four days of trying desperately to remember the numbers written on the paper. She’d even pulled the paper out of the trash to look over time and again. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t conjure forth the numbers she had been looking at before losing them.

Just then an idea struck her like a thunderbolt and she scolded herself for not thinking of it sooner. Jumping out of bed she dashed to her mirror and stared into it. As she expected those all too familiar eyes looked back at her. “What were they?”

“What were what?” Fluttershy’s reflection questioned, an inflection of faux ignorance dripping from each word.

“You know exactly what I mean. What is the phone number?”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly remember…”

“Don’t lie to me!” Fluttershy raised her voice well past its normal threshold, “I know you remember it. Tell me. Now.”

“Assuming that I do remember some stupid numbers, first you tell me why you care so much.”

Fluttershy stared quietly into her mirror, unable to respond.

“You were going to tear it up. To stop both of us from having access to him. So why do you care so much. Your goal is accomplished.”

Fluttershy pursed her lips and gave it a moment of thought before responding. “Because I know that he can love me. But I need to be sure. And…I need him. Waking up next to him. Sharing that breakfast. I have never been happier in my life.” She glared into her reflection. “That’s why I need to know. Now tell me.”

“No.”

Fluttershy was speechless for a moment, and the smirk on her doppelgangers face widened. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” Fluttershy replied, agitation etched into her voice.

“I mean that why don’t you prove me wrong? You know where he lives. You know he’ll let you into his home in a heartbeat. If you really think that you can make him love you then why don’t you go do it?”

The look on the face in the mirror told Fluttershy everything. She wasn’t going to get the phone number from her.

“Fine.” She moved away from her reflection and grabbed a jacket. This was something she had to do. This was something that she needed to do herself. She would show her. She had to.

……….

Big Macintosh lay on his bed in the dark, looking at the ceiling, his cell phone sitting on his chest. It had only been four days but to him it felt like an eternity. Every stray text, every email, every application update that caused his phone to buzz sent a small shock of excitement through his heart. Every time he felt the vibration he excitedly pulled it from his pocket only to be let down. Macintosh knew it was silly. That it would probably take Fluttershy much more time to sort her feelings out; and as anxious as he was he knew he had to be patient.

He knew this had to be love. She invaded every thought that he had. Every moment he spent working she could see her gently smiling face and it spread a goofy grin across his own. Applejack had even commented on it, laughing at the blush that would spread across cheeks as he stammered out some excuse about a funny joke he’d heard. Maybe she didn’t know who it was, but she knew that he’d met somepony. Sure, working may help the days go by a little quicker, but his nights were long and full wishful thinking.

He’d experienced his own silly little crushes before in the past, but none of them had made him feel this strongly. Macintosh wanted nothing more than to make Fluttershy happy. He wanted to just lay next to her at night and hold her. He remembered her cute little giggle and wanted to hear it again and again. Yes, he was madly and hopelessly in love.

A tapping at his window broke him from his contemplation and he started. He lived on the second floor of their home, so what in the world could be tapping on his window? Stepping cautiously from his bed he leaned to see what would be trying to gain his attention. There may have only been half a moon out that night but there was no mistaking the way that it shone through that rosy hair. There was no mistaking those large cyan eyes innocently looking at him through his window.

Quick as a jackrabbit he fumbled with the lock on his window and pulled it open. Gently taking her hand he helped bring her into his room. “Fluttershy, what’re ya doin’ here?’ He asked, closing the window quickly as a rush of cold air began to fill the room.

The daisy yellow pegasus looked down at her toes in embarrassment and folded her hands behind her back. “I needed to come talk to you. I lost your number and…I’m sorry if I woke you up…”

Big Macintosh smiled and sat down on the edge of his bed. ‘Nah, I was just layin here, um, thinkin’. Couldn’t get to sleep if I tried to.” He leaned back onto his hands, “So what do ya need to talk about?”

Fluttershy quietly chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before responding. “I need to talk about…us.” She stepped over to him and straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. “Mac, I’ve been thinking a lot about us in the past couple of days, and I know that I want there to be something between us. I want whatever this is like I’ve never wanted anything before.” She started to tenderly kiss his neck, “But I need something from you first, Mac.”

Mac had closed his eyes and given into the soft butterfly kisses she peppered onto him. “Shy, there ain’t nothin I wouldn’t do for ya.”

She gently guided his head to rest in the crook of her neck and she placed her mouth at his ear. “I need you to make love to me, Mac. But I don’t want it to be like last time. It needs to be different. Please, Mac, I have to know it’ll be different.” Fluttershy began to lovingly nibble on the tip of his ear, pulling him tighter against her shoulder. “Please, Mac…”

Big Macintosh could hear the slight begging tones in her voice and he put his hands on her hips, “O’ course, Fluttershy, whatever you want. I just wanna make you happy. “

“Shhhh.” Fluttershy quickly shushed him and leaned back, gently putting her forehead against his as she began to unzip her jacket. “Mac, I want you to let me take care of you tonight. You were so sweet to me and I know I need to return that favor.” She let the jacket fall to the floor, exposing her naked breasts, the hard pink nipples standing out against her yellow fur. She could hear Big Macintosh’s breathing hitch and she gave him an innocent smile, letting her hair fall over her face. “They’re the same ones as before. There’s nothing special about them. “

“Maybe, but they’re the most beautiful ones in Equestria.” Macintosh’s leaned in, slowly brushing her hair to the side and pressed their lips together. Fluttershy melted into the kiss, letting his hand move back to her breast and gently massage it. Kicking off her shoes, Fluttershy let him have his way with her plump mammaries. It wasn’t the same kind of impassioned fondling that had happened in her kitchen just a few mornings ago. This time is was more of a slow pressing. It felt more like the touch was worshiping her than satisfying him.

But this wasn’t supposed to be about her. She didn’t want him to worship her. She just wanted him to love her. She increased the intensity of their kiss ever so slightly, letting the tip of her tongue brush against his lips. He yielded instantaneously, opening his mouth and slipping his own tongue out to eagerly meet with hers. Their tongues rolled off of each other, never invading each other mouths, but each only gently exploring the other. Her wings had slowly lifted themselves from her back and were gently flapping, surrounding the two of them in a quiet breeze. While he was distracted with her tits she unbuttoned her pants and quietly slipped them off. She could feel a slight bulge beginning to form in his pajamas, pressing softly at her through her panties. Fluttershy let herself give a little moan, grinding her hips gently against him, and Big Macintosh’s breathing quickened.

Fluttershy pulled her head back and looked at Macintosh, a small trail of saliva connecting their outstretched tongues to one another. His eyes were glazed over with bliss as he looked at her and smiled. “Did you like that?” she whispered, sounding even more timid than she normally would.

“Yeah.” He replied, just as quietly, and he leaned in to try and connect their lips again. But Fluttershy leaned back from him.

“No, sweetie, it’s time for this little mare to make you feel good.” She gave him a small peck on the cheek before dismounting him and dropping to her knees. She sat on her knees, eye level with his waist she gently hooked a finger into the waistline of his pajama pants and pulled at them. Macintosh graciously lifted his hips and the loose pants slipped off with ease.

Fluttershy swallowed nervously as she was greeted with Macintosh’s half erect penis. Barely illuminated in the light of the moon that streamed into the room it was dark and sleek, seemingly waiting for somepony to take care of it. She had to admit she was intimidated to say the least. She’d never really thought about doing this with him before. In her fantasies they’d always just enjoy a few heated minutes of kissing and then move into the sex. This was a whole new level of foreplay to her.

“Shy, it’s OK, you don’t have to if it makes ya feel uncomfortable.” Big Macintosh said gently, offering a hand for her to stand up.

She brushed the hand away and gave a look of determination. “No. I want to do this.” Closing her eyes and leaning in, she softly kissed the side of his slowly growing shaft. Even from that bare contact Fluttershy could feel his cock twitch with expectancy and the low groan he let out.

Gaining a small surge of confidence from the sound, Fluttershy grabbed Macintosh’s growing member and gently pulled at it while continuing to pepper it with long kisses. She could feel his penis filling with blood and becoming harder and more erect with each loving stroke. His pleasured moans had dissolved into a quiet panting and he slightly thrust his hips to match the rhythm of her caress. Emboldened even further by this, she adjusted her grip and gave the underside of his cock a long and slow lick. Starting from the base and following the long curve, Fluttershy let her wet tongue lick along his hot meat until it slipped to the very tip of the head, where she planted a tender peck.

F-fuck...” Big Macintosh mumbled, leaning back and letting out a contented sigh.

Fluttershy looked up into his emerald eyes and smiled bashfully, “You like that?” she asked, leaning in to do it again. As her tongue once again left its wet trail up his dick her only answer came in the form of a sharp moan from him. She looked up at him as she did and blushed as he closed his eyes and a look of uncensored pleasure spread across his face. This time when she reached the tip of his cock when she pressed her lips to the tip she separated them, letting the head slide into her mouth.

“Ah-ahh!!” Fluttershy kept her eyes up on Macintosh’s face as she delicately massaged the head of his cock with her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it and rub against the bottom. She could taste the salty precum already starting to leak out onto her tongue. All the while Macintosh was trying his hardest not to go insane with pleasure. His mouth hung open, only occasionally releasing a quietly impassioned cry in between heavy pants. Fluttershy continued to slowly rub the shaft of his cock while her mouth sucked at the head. Big Macintosh was at full mast now, all of Fluttershy’s delicate attentions making him harder than he’d ever been before.

Fluttershy pulled her mouth away from his cock and let a hot and heavy breath waft over his throbbing member. Macintosh looked down at her with a confused look, his asking why she had stopped. Fluttershy placed her check against his penis and softly rubbed against it, giving a happy little purr. “Am I doing this right, Mackie?” she asked, letting her hand massage the stiff length of his dick. Her eyes still looking up at him with that adorable amount of innocence she was known for.

“Mhmm.” Macintosh replied, his brain unable to form coherent words to describe how turned on he was.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Her voice had dropped to a sexy low tone and Macintosh had to strain his ears just to hear her.

“E-eeyup” was all he managed to stammer out as his hips rocked back and forth, pushing his cock firmer against her cheek, the friction from her butter yellow fur driving him wild with desire.

Fluttershy giggled and moved back. Once against pressing her lips against the tip she slowly pushed forward, letting her mouth envelop his twitching member. Fluttershy pushed past the head cautiously, taking precious seconds to move farther down, letting her tongue glide over every inch that she took into her mouth. Macintosh was letting out a quiet and contented sigh that matched her pace as her head lower closer to his crotch.

Finally she stopped as she took enough of his cock in to match the length of her tongue. Mac looked down at her and felt grateful that he didn’t blow his wad right then and there. Half of her face was still hidden behind a veil of hair but the one cerulean eye that wasn’t hidden was looking up at him, twinkling and filled with innocence. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and he felt his lust surge deep in his chest

Fluttershy waited patiently, less than half of his cock sitting on her tongue, looking up at him, waiting for him to give her a signal that said it was okay for her to keep going. She sat still like that for a minute, guiding her tongue to gently rub against the underside of his cock. Finally he gave her an almost imperceptible nod.

Maintaining eye contact Fluttershy moved her head back until the head of his penis almost left her mouth, and then she calmly pushed back down, moving ever so slightly past her original point before pulling back again. Whatever her mouth wasn’t sucking on, she worked with her hand, gently jacking him off.

She reached up and grabbed Macintosh’s right wrist and guided it to rest on the back of her head. Big Macintosh graciously accepted her offer, intertwining her fingers in her soft hair and guiding her further down his dick. Fluttershy closed her eyes and let Macintosh guide her blowjob, pushing her down further with each return down the beast in her mouth.

But it wasn’t just how deep his cock was being pushed into her mouth that was increasing. With each bob of her head the speed that she went down on him with grew faster and faster. Just as soon as his dick would be on the edge of leaving the soft heaven that her mouth was, he pushed her back down further. She began to gag as his penis poked at the entrance to her throat.

The simple blowjob had quickly transformed into a full on mouth fucking as Fluttershy sucked him off with added fervor and he continued to push deeper into her mouth. She moaned happily, adding vibrations to the experience that only served to turn Mac on even further. “Oh sweet Celestia, Shy. More tongue, please.” He begged. Fluttershy happily granted his request, rubbing her tongue against whatever part of his cock it could find.

The sounds of his pleasured moans and groans filled Fluttershy’s ears along with the wet sucking sound that came from their excited oral sex. Big Macintosh let go of Fluttershy’s head, needing to use both arms to support himself. But it was alright, because Fluttershy was in the full swing of things now. Fully in control of her own movements she bobbed up and down Mac’s cock quickly, massaging the meaty shaft and head with her lips and tongue.

She pushed far deeper than she thought she would and gagged as Fluttershy felt him enter her throat. Suppressing the urge to cough she lowered herself even further, letting his cock slide into her throat until she finally bottomed out. Saliva dripped from the sides of Fluttershy’s mouth as she held herself there, letting her throat convulse around his member, tightening against it and massaging it. Then she started moving again. Back and forth, but never letting the head leave her throat she kept her mouth sliding up and down his shaft. Big Macintosh was letting out broken cries of ecstasy, the sounds ringing in Fluttershy’s ears. Those were what she wanted to hear. She wanted to know that in those moments his mind was solely on her.

Withdrawing his cock from her mouth she gasped for air and gave a small cough. Macintosh was similarly trying to catch his breath. “Did you like that?” she asked, a coy smile lighting on her face.

“Yeah” he managed to pant out after a moment, trying to regain his senses.

Fluttershy had an idea and suddenly pounced on him, pushing Big Macintosh further back onto the bed and shoving him onto his elbows as she firmly pushed her chest against him. “Then I know you’re going to absolutely love this.” She purred. Fluttershy slowly crawled backwards, never breaking eye contact, letting her large breasts drag along his body.

She stopped as his cock slid right in between her tits, smiling up at him demurely, Fluttershy grabbed either side of her boobs and snuggly fitted them around him. The head of his dick poked out from between her cleavage and she stuck her tongue out and gave it a timid lick. “How about this, is this alright?” she asked, slowly beginning to move her boobs up and down.

“T-that’s more than alright, Fluttershy.” He responded with a stunned look on his face.

Fluttershy giggled and squeezed her breasts harder, trapping his dick tightly in between them. She leaned her head down and took the head of his cock into her mouth once more, sucking and massaging it eagerly. She could feel his meat pulse in her mouth with each heartbeat as she ground his shaft in between her breasts, keeping it snugly trapped between her two fun pillows.

Big Macintosh let out a gratified groan, “F-Fluttershy, that feels…” his breath caught as her tongue swirled around the very tip of his head, and he relaxed and sighed “…amazing.”

Fluttershy smiled and started to hum while she pleasured him, increasing the speed at which she bounced her tits to work his cock. The wet shaft of his penis slid easily in between her supple breasts, Fluttershy could feel the hot piece of stallion twitching and throbbing excitedly against her chest. She did her best to service any part of his cock that poked out from between her boobs, letting the noises that he made tell her what he enjoyed the most about the treatment. The louder the noise he made, the more she tried to repeat the action; whether it was tickling the tip with the very end of her tongue, or releasing it and letting a hot breath wash over the head from time to time. The taste of precum filled her mouth and she savored the flavor, letting the sticky substance coat her tongue and sucking even harder in an attempt to draw more out.

Fluttershy could feel his cock pulsing harder with every second and louder noises were escaping him more frequently as the minutes ticked past. “Sh-Shy, I-I’m gonna…” Mac finally managed to push out on a frantic breath, and she watched him close his eyes tightly with resolve. Pulling his head from her mouth she let her tongue dance around the very end for a moment before speaking.

“It’s OK Mackie, you can cum whenever you’re ready.”

“But Shy, I don’t wannaaaahhhh….” Fluttershy shut him up by putting him back in her wet and warm mouth and giving a few short bobs of her head. She didn’t let her boobs relent their assault on him either, opting to rub faster and firmer as he drew near his climax. She watched him fall completely prone onto his back and he clutched desperately at his bed covers. His heartbeat beat through his cock faster and faster and she felt him tense up one last time before removing him from her mouth once more.

The first shot of cum came out quick as lightning, catching her off guard as it splattered across her left eye. Keeping her mouth open she was more prepared for the second surge as it shot onto her outstretched tongue. Keeping the rubbing from her tits going she continued to milk him for more. And sticky load after sticky load kept shooting out of him, first spreading across her nose, another shooting even further to streak over her ear and through her hair. One last fat load lazily came from his cock and dripped onto her breasts, slowly running down over her erect nipple.

Giving his cock head one final lick, Fluttershy slowly let his softening dick come from between her boobs and she crawled up onto Big Macintosh until she once again straddled him at the waist. Letting his cock press tightly against her ass as it spasmed in little aftershocks, she placed her hands against his heaving chest and tapped a finger softly against it. She smiled lovingly while she watched his sweaty face begin to relax and he cracked an eye open to look at her. Opening her mouth, Fluttershy showed him the jizz she had let sit on her tongue, then, taking an index finger, she ran it along the cum trail that had dripped down her tit and, bringing the finger to her mouth, licked the cum clean from her finger. Repeating this process again for the load that had shot across her eye, and the one that had hit her nose she cleaned her face of all his cum and put it on her tongue. Making sure his eyes were still on her, Fluttershy closed her mouth and gave an exaggerated swallow. Sticking her tongue out to show that it was all gone, she watched Macintosh’s face fall into a look of utter disbelief and the blush on her cheeks deepened a few shades.

She pressed her hands firmly against his pectoral muscles and massaged them playfully, letting his chest hair run between her fingers. “Do you get off so much for every mare that crawls through your window?” she asked sweetly.

Macintosh reached up and gently grabbed her right wrist, stopping it in its tracks while her left hand continued to rub against him, “Nope. But only one mare has ever been crazy enough to try it.” he brought her hand to his lips and he gently kissed it. “Besides, ain’t no mare ever gonna be able to make me feel the same way I do about you, Shy.”

Fluttershy couldn’t help but feel a rush of giddiness flood her heart, but a small drop of doubt still found its way into the mix. “Do you really feel that way, Mac?” she asked timidly. As she asked she gently bumped her crotch against him, letting his still half hard member rub against the panties that barely separated him from her.

Big Macintosh chuckled softly, “Of course, Fluttershy. I ain’t never felt this way about any other mare in my life. I know we may have only met a little while ago, but I can’t imagine my life without ya. Hell, I can’t even remember what my life was like before I met ya.”

Fluttershy let her wings bend around the pair to encompass them as she leaned in and gave him a small peck on the cheek. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that. But...” she reached down and pulled at the waistline to her underwear, letting it snap against her hip, “do you think you have at least one more in you for tonight?” Fluttershy had been caught up in the passion of pleasing her stallion that she hadn’t felt the heat burning in between her legs until just now. And when she realized that it was there it hit her like a brick wall. She could feel her need soaking through the thin fabric of her panties and she rubbed her crotch against his waist, hoping that he would notice as well.

“For you, Fluttershy, I would go all night.” He said, his eyes closing halfway.

Fluttershy bent over and nibbled softly on his ear before purring into it, “I hope you’re ready to keep that promise.” Without another thought Fluttershy grabbed her panties and pulled them off, having to separate her body from Mac’s for only an instant before she settled back onto his waist, her naked pussy rubbing against his hot skin. She brought the underwear up to eye level, showing them off to the stallion beneath her. Hooking a finger into it she bit into the waistline and pulled, stretching the underwear taught, and then she let it go, slingshoting the pink fabric at Big Macintosh’s face, where they landed softly onto his muzzle.

Fluttershy giggled cutely as he pulled the undergarments from his face and smiled up at her, tossing the panties off the side of the bed. Wiggling her hips she felt his cock bounce off of her rear, still not completely hard. “Do I have to get you all warmed up again?” she questioned teasingly, reaching back and running a finger along the length of his shaft. Sticking her tongue out at him and giving a small wink Fluttershy grabbed his penis and guided it to rest against her buttcrack, letting the slowly elongating shaft grind happily in between her thick ass cheeks. Grinding her hips up and down she felt his cock growing stiff against her, feeling the head press gently against her plothole for a moment before sliding slowly past it. She whipped her tail gently against his balls, teasing them ever so softly with the thick, silky strands of her tail. “Do you like it when I do that to you?” she asked, as she seductively licked her lips.

“Yeah.” He responded, and Fluttershy felt him put his hands on her hips and lean upwards, “But I think it’s time that I returned that little favor.” But before he managed to lean up very far, Fluttershy placed her hands on his shoulders and shoved him back onto his back, keeping him pinned to the bed. He looked up at her in confusion “But I…”

“No sweetie, I told you, tonight is all about your pleasure.” She spread her wings and pushed her ass up against him again. “So no buts, unless it’s mine trying to get you off.” She said assertively, letting out a stern huff that caused her breasts to jiggle slightly.

Macintosh looked up at her silently for a moment before finally saying “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, now relax, Mackie. Because I’m going to take good care of you.” She lifted her hips and let Big Macintosh’s cock move from behind her until it rested against her hot slit. Lowering herself slightly she let it grind against her wet cunt, a thin coat of her juices smearing against it. She let out a small ‘ah’ as it brushed lightly against her nub, sending an unexpected shock of pleasure through her. She let herself grind against him for a minute, taking vast amounts of pleasure in feeling his meat rub against the center of her desire.

Finally she raised her hips until his cock pointed directly up at her, the tip gracing gently against her outer folds. Fluttershy could feel her need dripping slowly onto him and she breathed deeply, her fingers clutching gently at his chest. She looked up into his eyes, which observed her actions with infinite patience, and blushed. “Are you ready, Mackie?” Macintosh nodded, his hands massaging her hips comfortingly. Fluttershy took in a deep breath and lowered herself onto him.

As the tip of his penis began to enter her love canal, Fluttershy gave a timid squeak. She could feel him twitching with anticipation, and she steeled her resolve, lowering herself ever further. As she impaled herself on his cock she let out small coos and purrs, resting a hand against his abdomen for support. She didn’t remember feeling this…stretched out last time, but by Celestia’s mane did it feel heavenly. All the while Big Macintosh had reached around to grab her ass, lightly rubbing and squeezing the thick cheeks while whispering encouraging words to her. The sounds of “There ya go, Shy.” and “You’re gonna be Ok, we’re halfway there.” served to spur her onwards, never stopping for an instant.

Suddenly, she felt his hips pressing against her, and she gave a celebratory moan of pleasure. Grinding her crotch against him she made sure that she had fully taken him in. Biting her lip and giving him bedroom eyes, she rubbed one hand along his toned stomach, while the other moved to brush her hair from her face. Fluttershy took a moment to enjoy the feeling inside of her. His cock felt like it was burning against her inner walls, stretching them and filling her deeper than she ever thought she could take. Every slight movement caused his cock to grind against her insides, pushing her envelope of pleasure even further and forcing her to release quiet moans.

Fluttershy lifted her waist and slowly began to pull herself off of him. The feeling of his cock pulling out of her caused a spasm of pleasure to rock her body and she immediately fell back down onto him, letting out an ‘eep’ as he settled back inside of her again. Fluttershy gritted her teeth and raised herself up again, this time fully ready for the grinding feeling and she made it up slightly farther before succumbing to another spasm and once again falling onto him. This time Macintosh was the one who let out the pleasured groan, and she felt his grip on her butt tighten.

Smiling gently, she recreated the action, raising herself about halfway up his throbbing cock and then stopping; rotating her hips to let him press against new parts of her insides. Instead of dropping back onto him she lowered herself, taking her savory time to enjoy the sweet groan he released while filling her cunny once more. As soon as she reseated him into her tight depths she raised herself again, raising her rump higher and dropping it back down onto him. The process repeated itself again and again, each time letting more of him slip out of her before she dropped herself back down onto him.

Fluttershy began to pant, he tongue falling out of her mouth as a sheen of sweat began to form on her brow. The sound of sweaty skin slapping against wet flesh was filling the air, accompanied only by the short moans and impassioned cries that the pair of lovers traded with one another. His hands were kneading her ass firmly, tightly grabbing her cutie marks and massaging the spots with enthusiasm. She could feel the heat growing inside of her pussy as she ravaged his cock, flexing her inner muscles to massage him and heighten his pleasure even further.

Macintosh’s cries grew steadily louder with each connection between their bodies. Fluttershy feared that the noise might wake up and attract one of the other members of the Apple clan, so she pressed her lips tightly against his in order to drown out the sound. Her tongue invaded his mouth while she kept up her furious pumping, letting her small tongue dance circles around his large one. He moaned into her mouth, letting her take him on their shared journey.

She detached their lips and sat up over him, grinding her hips in circles. “Oh Mac, do you like it when I ride you like this?” Mac’s only response to the question was a happy moan and she smiled. “Yeah? Because I like riding you like this. I love feeling your fat cock inside of me. Do you like fucking my tight little pussy? Because my pussy sure does like having you fuck it.” Fluttershy smirked as he continued to be at a loss for words, only issuing pleased grunts and huffs. She pawed at his chest and her eyes were drawn to his muscular neck. She watched at the thick artery pulsed heavily against his skin and she licked her lips hungrily. She leaned in and kissed over the fat vein, licking lightly at the skin.

Just as she was about to bite into the soft flesh, Fluttershy caught herself and her eyes went wide. No. No, this wasn’t something she was supposed to do. This wasn’t what she wanted to do. This was something that she wanted to do. She was the one that wanted to hurt Macintosh, to use him as a toy for her pleasure. Fluttershy withdrew her mouth from his neck, disgusted at the thought of committing that act on the sweet farmer. Suddenly the burning heat she had been feeling drained into only a small ember. She stopped her movements and looked sadly down into his face, her hair falling from behind her ear to cover her own once more.

Macintosh looked back up at her confused, his breathing slowing down to its regular pattern. “Shy, is there somethin’ wrong?” He asked quietly, a tone of concern layering his words.

Fluttershy bit her lip. She couldn’t tell him what was wrong. Couldn’t tell him that he didn’t really love her. That it was all a cruel mind trick. That no matter how much lovemaking the two shared that he wouldn’t even know her name if she wasn’t in control of him. That no matter how much sex they had she could never forget it herself. She couldn’t tell him, but she nodded all the same.

“Is there somethin’ I can do to help?” He pried, raising a hand to her cheek and letting a finger run underneath one glittering eye.

Fluttershy placed her own hand on top of him and said in a shaky voice, “Talk to me, Mac. Talk to me while you have me. Tell me how much you love me. Please.” Her voice had descended into a whisper by the end of her pleading.

She could feel the farmer shift beneath her and he pushed gently upwards, driving his still erect cock into her a little deeper. “Fluttershy, I love you.” She could feel him pushing against her insides and she closed her eyes, choosing to only hear him and feel him. “You’re the most beautiful mare in the whole world.” He pressed a little bit harder, and Fluttershy rose with him, beginning to feel the nearly lost desire return. “My only desire is to be able to hold you in my arms at night and call myself yours.” Fluttershy bounced a little higher, rising off of his penis and coming down again. She could feel his hands gliding over her body, beginning their slow worship of her form. “If no one else in the world approved of us being together, I wouldn’t give a damn, because I would still have you.” She could feel their pace starting to speed up again, his meat ground tantalizingly against her innermost walls. She couldn’t help herself as one of his hands brushed over her breast and teased the nipple, drawing a faint coo from her. “If I had to fight a thousand battles, and suffer a million injuries just to see you smile, I would do it. And I would do it with my own smile on my face.” Fluttershy found herself bouncing on him again, the fire in her loins burning hotter with each loving word he spoke to her.

“Yes, Mac, like that.” She pleaded, keeping her eyes closed and rubbing his taught chest. She needed him to continue like that. Maybe if he spoke enough she could convince herself, and forget her own sins; if only for a moment.

“Fluttershy, the sound of your voice sets my heart on fire, and your laugh sends my thoughts into a flutter.” She wanted him to worship her with his hands. They were like liquid lightning across every inch of her body that they touched. “I wanna wake up every mornin’ and feel ya pressed up against my side. Because then I’ll know that you love me too.” Fluttershy’s moans were rising to a fever pitch and she began riding him at full steam once again, bouncing her hips up to slam against him and let his cock burrow deep inside of her. “I couldn’t bear ta ever…uhn…lose ya, Shy. Because then I-I’d be losin’ a part of myself.” She heard him stammer as his cock gave a particularly hard twitch. Good. He was nearing his limit. She only needed him to speak for a few more seconds and then they could pass into the blessed abyss together.

“Yes, Mac, just a little bit more. I’m so close.” She whispered, clawing at his chest desperately.

“I would give up anythin’ just to be with ya, Shy. I would move clean across Equestria if it would make ya happy.” Sweat was flying off of her forehead now as their sex became frantic; any words she attempted to form coming out only as begging moans. “I wanna make a whole life with ya, Shy. I wanna live with ya. I wanna have a couple of beautiful children with ya. And then one day, far, far away from now, I wanna grow old with ya and spend every second I have left holdin’ your hand.” Fluttershy felt herself peaking, her wings were flapping wildly now, surrounding the two in a whirlwind of the smell of sex. “I love you, Fluttershy.”

“Maaacccccccccc!!!” She howled as she climaxed, feeling herself drop over the edge and into electric bliss. She felt herself send a crashing wave of love juice to soak his cock and he gripped her hips tightly. He let out his own loud and long groan, and Fluttershy felt him spend himself inside of her. She felt his cum coat the inside of her pussy, dousing her inner flame as it mixed with the fruits her own orgasm. She let out a few cute ‘ahs’ as she lightly bumped against him, trying to carry on the feeling of bliss for a few more seconds. When she finally came down from her high she opened her eyes to look down at her lover.

His hair was in a wet and tangled mess, plastered across his forehead. His chest was heaving from his exertions and his mouth hung open slightly to catch deeper breaths. And he was smiling.

Fluttershy weakly collapsed onto his chest with a small ‘eep’ and she felt him wrap his arms around her body, hugging her tightly to him. They lay still like that for minutes, trying to catch their breaths and feeling a wave of exhaustion crash over the both of them.

Fluttershy finally broke the silence. “Mac, did you really mean all of those things you said?” The question came out of her mouth timid and uncertain. She wanted to know that he even knew what he said in the throes of their passion.

“Eeyup. I wouldn’t ever leave your side, Shy.” He responded, a long yawn escaping his mouth afterwards.

Fluttershy nuzzled her head against him, “Then go ahead and sleep, Mackie, and tomorrow I promise I’ll be right here at your side. Forever.” She felt him give one more deep breath, and then his breathing became slow and patterned. He had fallen asleep with her in his arms.

Sighing, Fluttershy gently pulled herself from his grasp and pulled his softened member from her insides. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” He grumbled a little but didn’t wake up.

Getting off of his bed, she padded softly over to his dresser and looked into the mirror that sat on top of it. As expected a pair of softly glowing red eyes met her. “Well you seem to have certainly enjoyed yourself.” Her reflection said with a smirk. “Did you get what you came for?”

“Yes.” Fluttershy said, brushing her bangs to the side with a finger, “But I need one more thing from you.” It was the first time that Fluttershy had ever seen the other side of her confused. She liked that thought.

“And what exactly could I do for you that you didn’t just do for yourself?”

“I want to forget.” She said, her eyes set in a look of grim determination. “I want to forget that I know what you did to him. I want you to make me forget that. I want you to do what you did to him on me. Have me remember what he remembers, but I want to forget that he only knows me because of you.”

“And why would I ever do that for you?” The reflection asked mockingly, her eyes flashing with excitement.

“Because then we both get what we want. I have him and his love, and you have your snack. Is that a deal?”

Fluttershy’s other side paused to think it over for a moment. “I would only ever be able to do it to you once. And once the memory is gone it can never come back.”

She looked over at the soundly sleeping stallion and then back into the mirror, “I don’t want the memory. I just want him.”

“Then relax, and concentrate on my eyes, and when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine.”

……….

Furrowing her brow, she cautiously cracked an eyelid to see what it was that was sharing a bed with her. Her vision was greeted with a large red stallion lying on his back next to her, his chest rising and falling as he let out gentle snores. Suddenly memories from the previous night came flooding back to Fluttershy. She gave a small smile and cuddled closer to the love of her life. Everything was perfect.

Hunter and Hunted

A twig snapped under foot and Macintosh drew in a sharp breath, stopping dead in his tracks and holding stock still, listening intently for any sign that what he was hunting had been alerted to his presence. Hearing nothing he resumed his venture deeper into the heart of Sweet Apple Acres, more deliberate in where he stepped now, learning quickly from his mistakes, as was beat into him by years of training.

Mac knew that the prey he was hunting in this moment was sharper than he was in the dark. Right now it had the element of surprise, and this thought inspired him to look up into the thick boughs of the trees surrounding him, adjusting the goggles affixed firmly to his face which allowed him to match his adversary’s ability to see in the dark. Not a movement or a sound beyond that of his own quietly thumping heart could be heard in the still night air.

The Apple family had a long tradition of creating soldiers like the one that quietly stalked the earthen paths of the apple farm. Soldiers and hunters that kept the evil and nasty things that haunted Equestria’s night in the deep shadows where they belonged. Starting from a young age the quiet red farmer had been taken to Manehatten for his training. Because of the vast wealth accumulated by the Orange family, distant relatives of the Apples, the prestigious Orange Estate was the best equipped training facility for Equestria’s future Hunters and Huntresses.

Day in and day out every winter season of every year since he had been ten years old had been spent underground honing his senses and training his body. Near countless hours spent training his six senses to work for him in the dark as well as they did in the light in rooms that could be as bright as a night with a full moon, or as pitch black as a stormy midnight, where the only glimpses of your opponent were from simulated lightning flashes from near blinding strobe lights. All that time spent being hardened to be able to preform under any kind of duress, whether it was bound arms, extreme heat, whipping rain, or sleep deprivation every single colt, filly, stallion, and mare that was trained in that facility was prepared for the worst. No one was above another, they were all soldiers training for a battle no one else was to know about.

Some of the individuals he had trained with were learning to fight for personal vendettas. Lovers slain in their sleep, children taken from their beds, or siblings turned into monsters themselves, or worse. He had heard a lot of gruesome stories about how people had gotten into the “business”. Mac himself had only joined because it was in the legacy of his family. Every able bodied male in the lineage of his family had gone into being a Hunter. Hell, even Granny had been a Huntress at one point, but she’d had to quit when she became pregnant with the child that would eventually become his father,

He’d been on other hunts before. Sometimes going solo, other times he would have to be teamed up with other hunters if there was a nest to clean out, or a particularly savage werewolf to take down. Tracking a vampire was nothing new to him, but what really surprised him was that these signs were happening so close to Ponyville. Every single vampire that he’d ever heard about preferred to live in a large city like Maretropolis, Manehatten, or Seaddle, where their food supply was in such abundance that a missing pony or two would go right under the Hunter radar. But in Ponyville anyone that went missing would be immediately noticed and searched for fervently by the locals. Yet despite his confusion all of the appropriate signs were there, the most obvious one being the animals he found on the edge of the Everfree Forrest, right at the edge of Sweet Apple Acres; their throats torn out and their bodies drained of all blood. So far nopony had gone missing or been attacked but that didn't mean that the creature wouldn't soon move onto larger prey than a few deer.

Suddenly Mac was slammed in the back with a force that drove him quickly to his knees. Trying to use the sudden momentum to his advantage Macintosh tumbled forward, putting as much distance between him and his assailant as he could with the short roll. Landing on one knee and putting his back to the nearest tree he drew his hand-crossbow and aimed it from where the original attack had come from.

A black-cloaked figure crouched before him, standing out as a black blob against its green tinted surroundings. A hood drawn over the vampire pony’s face prevented Mac from seeing its features. It didn't matter to him either way. It was a monstrosity, and it needed to be put down before it could harm any innocent pony.

The two silently stood off against each other for just a moment, each waiting for the other to make the first move. With a sharp hiss the dark figure charged with superhuman speed towards the kneeling Hunter. An outstretched hand aimed directly for his throat.

With practiced ease Mac rolled to his left at the last moment, allowing the sharp fingernails to whiff by his cheek and deeply scar the bark of the apple tree his back had been to. He quickly fired his crossbow, the bolt releasing a soft “twang”.

The bolt didn't land directly into the leg of the vampire as Mac had intended, but it did manage to skim it, slicing a gash into his left leg and drawing a scream from his lips. Every single weapon provided to Hunters was silver edged and dipped in a poison that didn't cause a slow death to their opponents but instead slowed any regenerative abilities, so even if this monster did manage to escape Mac it would be slowed down enough for him to maybe catch up.

Using his index and middle fingers he drew his second bolt from a hidden sheathe in his belt line and, using his thumb to pull back the drawstring, reloaded the crossbow. He could feel the glare from behind that dark cowl burning out at him and he aimed the cross-hair directly into that hole. But before Mac could pull the trigger for his second shot his dark adversary shot open its large bat-like wings and took into the air with a spray of dust and dry leaves, blinding Mac for only a second as he shielded his goggles from the onslaught of debris. But a second was all he had needed because by the time Mac wiped the dirt from the lens it had vanished.

“Shit.” Mac hissed under his breath, standing slowly and scanning his surroundings as quickly as he could as he held his breath, listening for any sound that could reveal his enemy’s position. But the night was dead silent, not even a breeze or a cricket could be heard. Macintosh focused on keeping his eyes on the above branches and slowing down his heart rate.

He dashed to the left and started to sprint in between the tress, trying to draw out his quarry, knowing that tonight he was its prey and he would not soon be allowed to escape, especially after inflicting damage to it.

Sure enough, he hadn't even ran 30 feet before he heard a swift flapping of wings not far behind him. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder he saw the vampire fervently chasing after him, gliding at an alarming rate towards him on its thin, membraned wings. Its mantle flapped around it like sharp bits of stolen shadows from the still leaves surrounding it.

The vampire was closing the distance between itself and Mac far too quickly for the hunters liking. Thinking quickly he leveled his handbow over his shoulder, taking his time to telegraph his aim towards his pursuer’s waist and fired.

The vampire shifted his position upwards with one strong flap of his wings and let out a short laugh that was quickly cut off as he slammed heavily into, and through, the tree branch that he’d put right into his own path with a large spray of splinters and a cry of pain as he fell to the ground.

Mac gave a smirk and let out a small chuckle, turning to the right and pushing his back tightly against the tree. Assessing the situation he reached only one conclusion and that was that he was at the greater advantage at this point. He still had one bolt left, but it was probably best to save that if his prey took back into the air.

Putting his crossbow back into its holster he reached into his boots, snapping his two buck knives into the palms of his hands and stepped out from behind the tree to face this monster head on.

When Mac stepped out from his hiding place he was greeted with the sight of the dark menace he was facing standing up from its crash landing, rubbing a bruised arm and glaring at him. There was another stand-off, both of these night hunters sizing up their opponent and waiting for the first move to be made.

Mac tumbled diagonally to the left, cheating towards his enemy’s injured side, rolling into a somersault before leaping forward and slashing low. The master of the night dodged the blade with a quick backpedal before jumping back towards him, slashing downwards at Mac’s head. The red apple farmer dropped onto his stomach and rolled to the side, feeling the slash send a faint breeze through his orange hair.

Leaping back onto his feet he slashed blindly at where he knew the vampire would be coming from. He felt his knife cut through thick fabric and then empty air as he scared back his adversary. Turning to face his dark robed enemy he dove straight back towards him, using the knife in his left hand to stab directly for the dark void inside of the hood.

A hand quickly came up, catching Mac’s wrist and sending the blade upwards. Predicting the block, Mac leaned forward and rammed his shoulder into the stomach of his enemy. A loud grunt echoed through the orchard as the vampire stumbled backwards and Mac jumped quickly onto him. Tackling him with a grab around his middle Mac pinned his opponent to the ground swiftly, giving him a quick punch to the head to stun him and jamming his knives into the tight sleeves of the vampire’s cloak to pin him to the ground.

Panting lightly Mac waited for his opponent to retaliate but he lay still beneath him, his arms pressed to the ground, he could hear him breathing but he wasn't moving. Mac sighed standing up, stretching, and unclasping the holster for his rosewood stake. This was the part he always hated the most about the job; jamming a sharp bit of wood into anyone’s heart tended to be pretty messy, and he was the one who had to clean up the entire mess without alerting anyone else to what had gone on the night before.

Raising the stake above his head he prepared to stab as hard as he could through the breastplate, and readied himself for the ensuing spray of blood. His aim was true and he put all of his strength into the swing, but halfway through it his prey’s leg suddenly retracted and kicked back out at his shin.

Suddenly thrown off balance he flung the stake to the side and tried to catch himself as he fell. An arm ripped its sleeve free of the knife pinning it to the ground and swung itself towards his head. Unable to respond in time Mac watched as a fist came swinging for his head, and the last conscious thought that passed through his head was how much it was going to hurt when it connected.

……….

Wake up

Waking up was accompanied by a thick pounding in his head. Sitting up didn't make it any better as Mac rubbed his eyes, trying to clear out the confusion that accompanied the pain. Where was he, and why wasn't he dead? The last thing he remembered was his fight with the vampire and then being knocked unconscious because he’d stupidly let his guard down.

Big Macintosh patted himself down quickly, searching for any of his weapons. Everything was gone though, his knives, his axe, his handbow, everything had been taken from his person. He was proficient enough in hand-to-hand combat, but it always felt better to have silver edged steel in one’s hand when taking on any monster.

Wherever he was, he knew it was dark. He also knew he was at a disadvantage not knowing where he was. On his knees, he searched eagerly across the floor of the room he was in for an edge. When he found it, he led his hands up the wall, and followed them around the room for a door. While grabbing blindly at the wall, his hands grasped onto a door handle. Much to his surprise, the metal rod turned snugly when he pressed down. If his captor was trying to keep him from escaping, one of the first things it would do would be locking the door behind him. So, either this vampire wasn’t very smart, or it was a trap. Mac highly doubted the first option.

Open the door

Something told Mac that he stood a better chance facing his enemy head on than waiting for it to come to him. So with a pent up breath he pushed his shoulder against the door and opened it, the hinges of the door gliding noiselessly. Big Macintosh stepped cautiously out of the room and was surprised by with his surroundings. He had expected an abandoned warehouse, or maybe a rundown apartment but instead his foot came down on a thick, warm carpet. Looking left and right his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. He was standing in a hallway, pictures turned to face inwards hung on the walls. This was someone’s home. Mac’s hand strayed towards one of the pictures, gripping lightly onto the frame to see whose face rested on the other side.

Come to me

He let the photo go, leaving it face down upon the wall. He didn't have time to explore, he needed to either find and kill the vampire or get the hell out of there.

Come to me!

A small bit of light to his left caught the corner of Macintosh’s eye and he turned towards it quickly. It was only a small spilling of yellow coming from underneath another doorway but it was enough to draw him to it like a moth to an open flame. Reaching the glowing outline he put his hand on the door, unsure of whether to push onward or not.

That’s right. Open it. Come to me.

Holding his breath anxiously he pushed onto the door, allowing it to swing slowly inwards. The room was basked in a soft orange glow cast from more than a dozen lightly flickering candles. The most of the light surrounded a neatly made bed at the far end of the room sitting beneath a window, red curtains drawn tightly across the panes to obscure the outside world. The air in the room was heavy with the sweet, warm smell of perfume and the slowly burning wicks from the candles.

Come inside

Warily, Mac stepped into the room, his foot making no noise on the orange carpet beneath him. His breathing grew slower and deeper as his mind rushed to identify the fragrance of flower he was smelling. “I’m so glad to see that you made it.” A soft voice said in a sultry tone, causing Mac to start slightly and take a slightly defensive stance, prepared to either fight or run.

“Come on out and fight me like a man.” He called in the direction the voice had come from. A small mare stepped out slowly from behind an empty doorway, her fingers trailing along the wall next to her and tracing along the door frame. Yellow with a full head of messy pink hair that cascaded to her shoulder blades she was dressed in a dark green sweater that exposed her naked shoulders and a large amount of bright yellow cleavage to him, barely coming down to her waist, with sleeves that fell slightly past her wrists. Long white socks decorated with horizontal purple stripes adorned her legs, following their way up her long thin limbs, coming to a finish just below the top of her thighs. Her crotch was completely naked drawing his eyes for a moment to her thin clean privates. She stood demurely in the open space, looking up at him with one shy eye as a curtain of hair fell over the other, her hands folded in front of her ample bosom.

Poor girl must’ve been kidnapped by the vampire and been kept here. His eyes shifted over to the bed and his mind pondered over the things that must’ve been done to her while she was held captive here. Stretching out a hand to her Mac gestured for her to come with him. Taking a small step back she shook her head. “It’s alright, I ain't gonna hurt ya. But we need to get outta here quick before he comes back.”

The mare looked up slightly more at him. “You mean you’re going to take me away from here?”

Big Macintosh nodded, “That’s right, but Ah need ya to come quickly so we can leave before he finds out I’m wake.”

The yellow mare stepped over to the neatly made bed, her naked hips swaying hypnotically and her long tail swishing from side to side. She crawled catlike onto the mattress and turned to face him with a wicked half smile, one lone fang pushing out of her gum to rest onto her lower lip and a single red eye giving him a fierce stare. “But why would I leave after spending so much time setting this up for us?”A sound like a quiet purr came from her lips as her bat-like wings fluttered slightly from her back.

Mac’s face turned down into a scowl. Of course she would be the one he was hunting. How stupid did he have to be to not figure out that she was the one that had brought him there? Mac took a long step back in preparation to run. She’d already taken him down once, and this time he didn't have any weapons with him.

Before he could make a break through the doorway his captor held up a hand and in a voice dripping with a calm firmness she said “Stop”.

Big Macintosh’s muscles locked into place, rooting him to the spot. His heart started to beat faster as he tried his damndest to move even a finger, but no part of his body was complying with his wishes. The yellow vampire gave a smirk of triumph and curled her index finger in a ‘come hither’ type motion. “Come here, sweetie.”

Macintosh’s body moved against his wishes, walking him slowly towards the bed until he stood at the edge of it with the vampire sitting on her knees only an inch away. “That’s a good boy.” She said, humming happily as her hands came up to rest upon his chest, each finger sliding over his taught black shirt, feeling the solid muscles hidden beneath.

“Who the fuck are you, and why the hell can’t I move?” he growled, still fighting to regain control of his body. His kidnapper sighed and pressed a cheek against his chest, a finger circling over a chiseled pec.

“I didn't expect you to know who I was, and yet I’m still disappointed.” Pushing off of Mac’s solid body she lay back onto the bed, her arms stretching above her head, causing her breasts to heave slightly. “My name is Fluttershy, sweetie. And you might not know me, but oh do I know you.” He was forced to watch as her right hand lackadaisically moved to her right tit and lazily started to massage it. “You’re Applejack’s older brother, and you work out on Sweet Apple Acres. I've watched you working in those fields with your shirt off, a stallion like you can get a mare real hot and bothered really quickly like that. But I've always been much too shy to even try to talk to you.” Her hand creeped slowly downwards to her exposed slit until the palm of her small hand rested over it. “I would stay up so late at night touching myself, moaning desperately, biting into a pillow, hoping against hope that you would come through my bedroom door, see me in that dirty, shameful position and really put a proper fucking to me, calling me a slut as you took me in any way you, mmm, wanted.” Fluttershy’s hand began to move lightly up and down her crotch, an unbeckend groan passing through her lips.

“And why can’t I control my own body?” he repeated between gritted teeth, wanting nothing more right now than to kill the monstrosity that lay before him.

Fluttershy looked up and him with a sultry smile, her self-ministrations continuing uninterrupted by his questioning. “It’s a blood spell. One little cut on your arm, and some blood from myself and you’re all mine.”

“So you infected me with your blood and turned me into a freak like you?” Mac hissed at her, repulsed by the thought of now being some abomination of nature. Fluttershy responded with a giggle, using her unoccupied hand to cover her smile.

“No, not nearly enough to turn you, but just enough for my will to overthrow yours.” Sitting up she ran a hand slowly underneath his chin, letting his stubble scratch slowly over her skin before it moved to the thick mat of fiery hair atop his head and slowly pushed him down onto his knees.

“Do you always play with your food like this beforehand?”

“No, my precious little apple, only you. Because like this I don’t have to imagine what it feels like to have you, because now I get to have you all to myself.” She scooted to the edge of the bed. Putting one foot onto the floor she kept her other leg bent, the foot resting on the mattress. Her slightly damp cunt was close to Macintosh’s face, and he stared dumbly as her middle finger traced light ovals around the soft looking pink flesh. Fluttershy’s voice lowered into a seductively hushed tone, “Because, like this you’ll touch me in every way I want to be touched, and fuck me in every way I want to be fucked.” With that her hand gripped gently onto the back of his head and push him forward. “Go ahead, enjoy yourself, I know I will.”

As Mac’s nose first made contact with Fluttershy’s pussy his first instinct was to withdraw, but he was a prisoner in his own body as his index and middle fingers came up and gently parted her folds. His tongue moved from his mouth to slowly circle the inside of her slit. Gently nibbling at the edges of her folds his eyes looked up at her as he went to work. Macintosh could hear the happy little purrs she let out whenever his tongue teasingly ran over every sensitive spot it could find.

“Come on, Mackie, don’t be so shy. I know you can push in so much deeper than that.” Fluttershy coaxed him as she pushed her prey slightly deeper into her warm folds. Macintosh’s body happily obliged her, his right hand reaching up to press into the inner thigh of her bent leg, spreading her a little wider as his mouth came to engulf her now drooling pussy.

Fluttershy leaning her head back and gave out a long moan of pleasure as Macintosh greedily ate her out. His tongue drove itself deep into her snatch, making small crossing patterns as it ravaged her insides, responding to her every gasp and moan by pushing a little deeper into her. Her juices were starting to coat the outside of his mouth and a small amount streamed from the corner of his lips as he tried his best to drink in every bit of her that he could.

Fluttershy could feel his hot pants wash through the inside of her treasure and she let out a contented sigh, petting the back of her pet’s head with every lick that he used to bring more of herself into him. She let out an even louder gasp when his tongue traced its way upward to encircle her clitoris. “Oh god yes, right there.” Mac’s body wanted nothing more than to please its mistress so he worked that spot over, licking it, suckling on it, occasionally he even used his teeth to lightly scrape over it. All the while the fingers on his left hand were playing with the bottom of her dripping slit. Sometimes they would just idly be massaging the outer folds, and sometimes they would dip into her with his tongue.

Fluttershy ground forward into Mac’s face, rotating her hips so that his face was sometimes buried as far as we could go into her cunt, and other times the tip of his tongue was barely grazing her. His body didn't mind to much as it fought to stay pressed tightly in between her thighs. Desperately horny moans resonated from Fluttershy’s mouth as she felt her climax drawing near. Her legs fought to clamp down around Big Macintosh’s head but his hand still held her leg in place, his attentions growing more and more fervent as his bond with Fluttershy told him how close she was to orgasm.

With one final sonorous cry Fluttershy pulled him as deeply as he could go into her tight marehood and forced her legs shut, clamping his head into place as she released a rush of fluids into his eagerly waiting mouth. Macintosh shamefully drank deeply from her twitching snatch as the fruits of her orgasm filled his mouth. His own moans with each lap served only to send tickling vibrations around her mound pushing her further into her electric release.

When she was satisfied that he’d drank his fill of her Fluttershy lifted him slowly from her wet pussy. Macintosh gasped loudly, pulling as much fresh air into his lungs that he could. A thick line of cum mixed with spit bridged between his lips and her lower lips and his tongue snaked out to lick that free.

“That was just as nice as I always imagined it would be.” She laced her fingers into his hair and guided him to look up at her, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“Go to hell.” He growled, glaring daggers at her the whole while.

“Now sweetie that just hurts my feelings.” Putting a hand beneath his chin she lifted him back to a standing position she scooted forwards, moving onto her knees to press their chests together. Her large breasts pooled between them and Macintosh could feel her hard nipples through the sweater. “It sounds to me like you’re all pent up.” She said on an airy breath, her hand trailing between them down towards and past his waistline until it rested lightly over his own crotch, his erection pressing hard against his tight black pants. The palm of her hand rubbed gently over the coarse fabric, pulling a pained moan from his lips as his stallionhood pushed fervently for freedom. “You want me to take care of that for you?” She whispered before gently alighting their lips together, her tongue slithering from her mouth to brush over his teeth.

Grabbing at his waist she turned him around and brought him to sit down on the edge of her bed. The sitting glowing candles set a seductive atmosphere as Fluttershy’s hands move of their own accord, slithering over his tight abdominal muscles, taking the time to appreciate each and every bump through his black undershirt. Her fingers played with the zipper of Mac’s pants as she whispered into his ear. “I wanna see if there’s a real reason they call you ‘Big’ Mac.”

She pulled the metal lip down quickly and her hand dove immediately into the open hole, pushing through his underwear and wrapping around his engorged cock. Giggling excitedly she pulled the long member into the dim candlelight. “Yeah, that’s what I was really hoping to see.” She purred as she admired the dark red penis, her index finger following along the curve of it to the tip before falling back down to fondle his balls.

All five fingers of her right hand fell around his shaft giving it a slow experimental stroke that sent a shiver through Mac’s stomach. Big Macintosh could feel her lips grazing at her ear. “Tell me that you want it.”

The words came unwilling from Mac’s lips, but they came nonetheless. “I want it.”

He felt the edges of her mouth curve into a smile while it began to nibble at his ear. “As you wish.” With that she gave a long pull at his dick at extended from the base of the shaft to the base of his head. Each of the nine inches slowly covered by the stroke forced a groaning sigh from the farmer and Fluttershy’s grin grew.

Fluttershy spoke while she slowly pumped his cock in loving tugs. “I always imagined doing this kind of thing to you. Being some kind of sexy temptress pulling you into my sexual clutches.” The pulls from her reach around accelerated in speed slightly and she ran her thumb over the head of his throbbing dick with every upstroke. “But like I said, I was far too insecure to propose anything like this to you. So you can imagine my surprise when I found you out there hunting me while I was hunting for dinner.” The intensity of her pulls were increasing, occasionally giving a small squeeze near the base and Mac couldn’t help but let out a few helpless moans as precum began to drip from his tip. “Being turned has been one of the best things that ever happened to me. Thanks to all of the power and confidence it gives me I’m not afraid to touch you like this, and have you touch me.”

Big Mac’s hands crumpled the bed cover into his hands as they formed fists. Some of the slick precum was being rubbed along his cock, giving her hand a much smoother ride as it glided along his tool faster and faster. “And tonight I get to make you all mine. And by the time that we’re finished, dripping in each-others sweat, and exhausted, you’ll be muttering my name.” The excitement rose in her voice as she bared both her fangs in a wide smile, the rate of pumps sliding along Mac’s dick increasing to some kind of maximum capacity. He was breathing heavily, and his heart beat quickly as he felt his limit coming quickly.

Suddenly Fluttershy’s handjob stopped and Mac let out a small whimper as her hand retreated and his dick begged him to finish. Fluttershy looked down at the faint glistening of clear precum that coated a small portion of her hand and grinned. Pursing her lips she let out a long strand of saliva pool into the center of her palm. She reached back around and gripped his dick tightly with a wet slap, giving it a few experimental pulls. Mac let out a tortured sound as her hand slipped swiftly over the length of meant and back down. “Now the fun can really begin.”

Fluttershy’s pumps took on an extra fervor as she resumed the reach-around. Mac’s eyes shut tightly and he bared his teeth as the assault continued, her hand was sliding along his length so much faster now, pumping along him like the valves of a freight train at full steam. He didn’t know how long he was going to last like this.

The answer was not very long as he felt himself coming right to the edge of his climax He tightened his resolve and tried to hold on, not wanting to give this bitch the satisfaction of having her finish him off. But not matter how strong his will was right now he was her possession, her toy, and she would have her way as she put her lips back at his ear and spoke into it, “Cum for me.”

Macintosh couldn’t help himself as he let out an almost contented moan of gratitude and he released himself right over the edge of the bed. Long white ropes of seed flew from his cock as Fluttershy continued to gently pull on it, milking him for everything she could. Three strong twitches of his dick let loose three thick strands of cum that streaked sticky stains across the rug. One last spurt oozed from the top of his twitching and throbbing meat and dripped onto Fluttershy’s fingers. Wiping off every drop from his pulsing head Fluttershy made a show of bringing her cum covered fingers to her mouth and licking them clean, sticking her index and middle fingers into her mouth to suck on them, letting out a happy sound like eating a delicious meal.

“Not to sound cliché but you taste a little sweet, like an apple.” She smiled sweetly at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Fuck….you….” Macintosh responded in between pants.

“Oh don’t worry darling. That’s next.” She reached down and grasped his flaccid cock. “But first I need you at full attention.” She massaged his cock in her hand, slowly rubbing it and warming it up and it wasn’t long before the blood rushed back into the soft member causing it to become long and stiff once more. “Good, now stand and strip.” She said in a commanding tone, laying on her back as Macintosh’s body complied with her wishes.

Fluttershy bit her bottom lip excitedly as the red farmer revealed everything to her. Pulling his shirt over his head so she could finally see his thick muscles, and unbuckling and dropping his pant and boxers to expose his completely naked form to her. Every taught ab and the thick coat of bright orange chest hair that burned against his red coat. She stretched out a leg and pressed the base of her foot against the long curve of his cock, bending it gently upwards. The thin cloth of the purple striped sock added a pleasurable friction as she rubbed her foot sensually along his length.

She scooted from the edge of the bed and placed her head onto the thick looking pillows and gave him the strongest lustful stare she could. “Now come down here and fuck me like you mean it.”

Big Mac crawled onto the bed with Fluttershy and positioned himself over her. His arms suspended him over her and his knees sitting by her hips, looking directly into her red, lust driven eyes, the tip of his penis only separated from her waiting pussy by an inch of empty space. Fluttershy grinned at him once more. “Do it.”

Macintosh needed no more instruction than that as he thrust his hips towards hers, his cock sliding into the tight and waiting cunt. Fluttershy let out a sharp gasp and her arms flew underneath his her fingers quickly digging small lines into his back. The farther his cock pushed into her the more stretched Fluttershy felt and the tighter her insides gripped at the much desired member sliding into her.

Macintosh moaned himself as her receiving marehood greeted him with fervent enthusiasm, tightening and rubbing at his dick inviting more of it to push into her waiting folds. Mac happily obliged her, pushing in until he finally bottomed out.

As their hips met Fluttershy gave a happy coo and her knees came up to his sides and her feet moved to hook into the small of his back. Pulling back Macintosh began to thrust into her, pulling back until only the head remained inside of her and then quickly slamming its way back home.

Fluttershy was in a state of utter bliss, being rutted by the stallion she’d so long only dreamed of being touched by. Every time he thrust her pussy would reopen to fit in his pounding tool and she would chew on her lip happily as the process repeated itself again and again. Looking into his face she saw that his eyes weren't focused onto her anymore. Instead they had moved their way down her neck to her large bouncing breasts. Each time he pushed back into her they would jiggle and push their way up to her chin to fall back down.

“Do you wanna see them?” Fluttershy questioned seductively, “Go ahead and take it off, it’s getting hot in here anyways.” Her arms stretched above her head, telling Mac to lift the sweater until it flew over her head and off her body for the evening. But what he did instead surprised even her in that moment. Putting all of his weight onto his knees Mac reached down, not for the base of the dark green sweater, but instead right for the center between her breasts. His fingers grabbed the material and her nearly roared as he ripped it apart, exposing her tits to him through a shroud of torn threads. Ripping the sweater clean in half in the front his right hand grasped desperately at the bouncing boob as he continued his thrusting, his fingers working to pinch the erect nipple and pull at it.

Fluttershy gave a cry of arousal as he played with her breast, “Seems like somebody is really getting into it.” She gave a malicious smile, “I like it.” She grabbed at his neck and rolled him over onto his back, “And I bet you’ll like this even more.” Mac’s head rested against her pillows, sweat forming at his brow as she rotated on his cock, putting her back to him and showing her large bat-like wings to him.

Sitting reverse-cowgirl style on him now she ground her hips forward onto him as he still continued his pumping upwards into her tight canal. Sitting up, leaning slightly on one arm Macintosh reached around her and latched back onto her breast. Fluttershy’s hand reached behind her and grabbing onto the back of his head and pulled Macintosh’s face into her neck, her moans emanating as she bounced repeatedly onto his cock, her voice rising and lowering in pitch in rhythm with each and every thrust. “Oh god I need more. Harder Mac. Faster.”

Big Macintosh responded by increasing the intensity of each of his pounding. Every time her ass came down to make contact with his hips he let out an animalistic grunt of pleasure. Fluttershy’s sounds of ecstasy grew more and more frequent the longer she rode him. Macintosh knew his end was near as his orgasm began to brew in his dick.

Fluttershy sensed her play thing was at his limit and looked at him sexily over her shoulder with one glowing red eye. “I’m almost there but not quite so don’t go finishing on me yet, dear.” Macintosh there his head back against the mattress as his body complied to follow his mistresses wishes, holding itself shut to hold his orgasm back. “Good boy.”

They were like that for several more minutes. Fluttershy riding the length of Mac’s cock over and over, squeaks and passionate moans escaping her mouth as Macintosh slammed away into her hot folds, his right hand still fondling at her jiggling breast. Her hair had become tangled and wetted down with the sweat of their sex and she occasionally pushed a hand across her brow to keep strands from falling into her eyes.

Eventually Fluttershy rolled back over, hoisting her legs and wrapping her arms around his neck so that they were back into their original position.

Big Macintosh’s breaths were coming out short and ragged. Sweat dripping from long strands of his hair and his forehead onto Fluttershy’s mostly naked body. He wanted…no…he needed to cum. All of his focus was on the searing desire to unload himself into this mare’s body and finally end this torturous buildup.

“Do you need it?” Fluttershy asked him, smiling sweetly up at him, licking her lips at the look of anguish on his face. Macintosh nodded. “I want you to beg. If you don’t I’ll never let you finish.” She said, stroking the back of his head with her index finger.

“By everything that exists please let me cum. Oh god, please I’m begging you. I need it so bad right now.” Macintosh’s begged on a rough voice, the weight of his desire evident in every word.

“That’s a good boy.” She said as she leaned up to put her chin on his shoulder. “Go ahead and cum then.”

That whisper was all Mac needed and he released himself in one deep and final thrust. As Fluttershy felt his hot load pour deeply into her cunt she let out a long moan of relief and released her own orgasm.

In the midst of their passion Fluttershy opened her mouth wide and bit into Macintosh’s neck, right over the jugular vein. Her fangs pieced into the rushing blood and she drank deeply, her lover’s cry of pain only furthering her own orgasm.

Oh god how could she describe the taste of fresh blood. Hot and pumping heavily into her mouth she swallowed her fill, taking every moment to savor the tastes of dopamine and adrenaline that gave the blood a thick and tangy flavor. Oh yes, this was so much better than animal blood. She would be coming back to this well quite often when she needed to slake her thirst. Both sexually and literally.

She licked at the pinpoint marks on Mac’s neck and gave a contented sigh as they both came down from their respective orgasms. Rolling out from underneath him she allowed him to collapse on the bed, panting. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” she asked teasingly, running a hand down his naked muscular back. Macintosh couldn’t respond, he didn’t have it in him to speak right now. “Why don’t you go wash yourself off a little bit and come back and we’ll see about making you mumble my name tonight. The restroom is through that archway.” She said, gesturing to the empty doorframe that he’d first seen her at.

Groaning he stood up from the bed and started to walk towards the bathroom, stopping by his discarded clothing. “May I put mah pants back on?” he asked quietly, hoping to escape from this with some shred of dignity.

“After a rutting like that I think I’ll allow that.” Fluttershy responded, watching as he gathered the denim off of the floor and continued his trek to clean himself up.

Stepping into Fluttershy’s bathroom he flicked on the light and search for a towel to dry the still streaming sweat from his body with. He grabbed a bright yellow one with small bunnies embroidered on it and rubbed it across his face and over his chest, trying to remove any trace of what had just happened from himself. After cleaning his privates of their love juices he grabbed for his pants to cover his shame. But as he pulled them on something pricked his finger and he withdrew his hand mumbling “Shit”.

Macintosh’s eyes grew wide as he pulled out what it was that had pricked him. The last bolt for his handbow. He’d completely forgotten about it in the confusion and there was no way anyone could find it unless they were really looking for it, or in his case he guessed he injured himself on it.

This was perfect. He could still kill that bitch after all. He would drive the poisoned bolt directly into her heart and watch as the light faded from those red eyes. If he did it fast enough he could kill her before she commanded him to stop. But he had to get close to do it. So he palmed the bolt, concealing it in the inside of his right hand and walked out of the bathroom.

Fluttershy was still on the bed, laying on her side waiting for him. “Welcome back,” she patted the soft covers next to her “I’m ready for a round two if you think you have it in you, big boy.” This was almost too perfect.

‘Yes, mistress.” He mumbled, stepping back over to the bed and placing a knee on top of it. She rolled onto her back and circled a finger around a nipple on her exposed breast. “I think we should try paying a little more attention to these girls now that we’re nice and warmed up.

Big Macintosh came in closer, trying to control his heart rate, he was a little weakened from the blood she had drained from him but he was certain he had enough strength to drive the bolt straight through her breastplate. His left hand moved to her breast and she purred as he fondled it moving it to the side so he had a clearer shot at her heart.

‘Now!’ he screamed in his head and he brought the bolt up and quickly brought it back down to its mark, his fury driving his strength. But his hand halted itself just a few centimeters away from her skin, and his arm jolted to a stop. His eyes widened in fear. Why couldn’t he kill her, he was so close?!

Fluttershy looked up at him with calm eyes and gently pushed his hand away, pulling the arrow from his hand and tossing it onto the floor. “Now that really hurts my feelings, darling. After everything I did for you tonight you still want me dead?” Her hand gripped his jaw tightly and she forced him to look at her. “You’re not allowed to harm your mistress, Mackie. Those are the rules of the blood spell.”

“Well eventually the spell’s gonna wear off, and then I’ll have all tha time in tha world ta kill ya.” He spat back at her in a last ditch effort of anger.

“You’re right. The spell will eventually wear off. But by that time I don’t think you’ll want to kill me.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Now look into my eyes, sweetie. Look into my eyes and relax everything.”

Macintosh was helpless as his body slowly relaxed itself and his breathing slowed to a crawl. He looked into her eyes. Her deep red eyes. Slightly pulsing…and…and what? Macintosh’s mind was lost in a deep red haze as his focus remained solely on those eyes. He couldn’t remember anything. Where was he? What did he want? He didn’t know. Softly a voice pierced through his haze.

“What’s my name, darling?”

His mind didn’t know the answer to that but his lips responded anyways. “Mistress Fluttershy.”

A giggle came through his confusion and it made him smile, it was a really pretty giggle. He wanted to hear that giggle again. “And what happened tonight, dearest Macintosh?”

His mind strained to answer the question but it could come up with no solution. “I dunno.” He finally answered.

“Don’t you remember? You woke up here, captured by the vampire. You followed him into this room and he was about to feed on me. To drain all of my blood until I was dead. You scared him off and he flew out the window to escape, remember?”

“Izzat what happened?” he asked sluggishly, his mind smoothing over the story to accept it as truth. She was right. He’d followed the son of a bitch into this room and he’d been leaned over her, his fangs bared over her prone form and really to devour her.

“That’s right, darling. And afterwards I thanked you so much for saving my life. I wouldn’t have made it without you.” The voice seemed to echo a little and he accepted it without question. “I confessed my love to you this night, remember? And to show you all of my gratitude we made love deep into the night. This is the night you fell in love with me, remember?”

She was right. It was all becoming clear now. They had shared a night of fiery passion and when they’d finished he realized that this was the mare he wanted to spend his life with. “You’re right.” He mumbled, nodding slowly in compliance.

“You love me, and want to protect me, no matter what. Nothing you ever find out about me will be enough to dispel how you feel and we’ll grow old and die together, right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Fluttershy sighed, “Sleep now, sweetie. Sleep and when you wake up, know that we were meant to be together forever.” She guided his hand onto her tit where it unconsciously lightly started to knead the soft flesh. She broke the eye contact and seal Macintosh’s memories forever, pulling his head into her bosom and hummed him a lullaby until he fell asleep, muttering ‘I love you, Fluttershy’ over and over until he’d drifted into a land of dreams with no monsters, only her loving embrace.

She smiled kindly down to him and ran her fingers through his hair, whispering “I told you.”

Author's Note

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