FlutterCold

by TheKing

Rating: mature
Tags: Big Macintosh, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 1443

Fluttershy is sick, and the only pony left to help her is big mac

Fluttershy is sick. Not deathly sick. She isn't slowly gasping her last breath of air, but she does have a rather bad head cold and runny nose. Her friends specifically wanted Big Macintosh to come help her revive, while the red stallion doesn't fill thrilled to help out, he has to as a friend.

But Fluttershy needs a bit more medicine to recover.

Published 2015-02-21 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-21 22:00:01 UTC

"Medicine."

"Medicine."

FlutterCold

My sister proposed I help her - and yet I’m not sure why. Fluttershy is, of course, coming down with a severe cold that had taken her freedom, and made her bedridden for the longest part. But why me? Twilight Sparkle, savior of Canterlot and Celestia's former protege has an inventory of hundreds, if not millions of books to her aid and service. A simple cold wouldn’t even take her a flick of the hoof, but a short breath of air. And yet she chose not to. They all practically force me like a slave.

And I know that they’re toying with me on purpose. It’s predictable. Ponies from all around saw a future in me and Fluttershy for a reason. Could it be that I am the figure of a strong, and hopeful individual that could sweep her off her hooves in a second, giving her - the weak damsel in distress - love and affection that she desires? Like a knight in shining armor? Maybe. But probably not.

And here I stand, with a bowl of soup in my hoof, and bandana around my mouth and nose, seeing the cottage she peacefully lived in. I knocked with my free hoof, and instead of receiving a slow opening door to a shy pony, who had gotten better over night and not need my assistance, fate lends an irritated rabbit.

I knew this little bugger, and didn’t respect him as much as the average pony. He’s sly, selfish, and downright mean altogether. I even remember when he tried to steal my-- I mean… Twilight’s doll, as blackmailing evidence, since he desired a large variety of carrots to chew and munch on.

Nevertheless, he didn’t think I could squish his frail form in a second with little effort, as years on the form had done me good.

‘Angel’- as Fluttershy called him - seemed to be in a slightly weaker state than usual. Hungry mostly. Fluttershy was too sick to attend to her many woodland friends, and even if she had, I would know Angel wouldn’t touch the contaminated substances. He opened the door wider, inviting me into the cottage.

Balled up tissue paper was scattered literally in every direction possible (I even saw a few stuck to the ceiling.) Unfinished dishes occupied the sinks, and burnt waffles were on the dining table, along with an empty glass and a library of pills.

My nose cringed. The room smelled of dust, tears, and failed attempts at cooking.

*achoo!*

“Fluttershy?” I called out. “Fluttershy, you okay up there?”

Within a few seconds with no response to follow, I headed upstairs with the still cooling bowl of soup in hoof. I slid open the door and peeked my way in.

Fluttershys room was actually quite in order in relevance to most of the house, albeit there were still tissues on her nightstand and a trash bin next to her bed. A swollen mass took comfort under the bed sheets.

Fluttershy groaned.

“May I come in?”

She shuffled her hooves in reply.

I trotted inside and slid the door shut behind me, then placed the bowl on her nightstand. Fluttershy groaned again. “Ya’ll alright? Anything else ya need? I have a few things I need to get done back at the barn so ah can’t stay for too long--”

“Medicine.”

Remembering back to the chaotic labyrinth downstairs, there had been plenty of prescription pills on the dining table. “Which one?” he asked.

“Blue bottle with a pink cap.”

Mac departed from Fluttershys room and rummaged through her collection - eventually finding it after nearly five minutes. Once he returned, Fluttershy was out of her sheets and drinking the warm carrot soup. Big Mac placed the pill bottle on the nightstand.

“I want to thank you for helping me recover Big Mac - I haven’t been getting much company besides the girls.”

“No problem. It’s the least I can do. But I can’t stay for too long Fluttershy, I have too much plowing to get down at home.”

“Oh… well I was hoping you’d stay a while. Being alone in a house with animals isn’t exactly the greatest feeling. Plus I hadn’t really had any male company either.”

Big Mac’s ear twitched, but he remained as emotionless and stoic as possible. “That’ll happen.” Big Mac’s eyes wandered and stopped at Fluttershy’s clock. It was almost three in the afternoon.

“Sorry to say Fluttershy, but I gotta leave. There’s some hay that needs to be stacked in the barn.” As he turned to exit the room, Fluttershy wrapped her hooves around his waist and forced him onto the bed.

He flinched and was prepared to retaliate with a warning, but before he could Fluttershy grabbed his limp dick. The movement was so sudden he stopped breathing for a brief moment.

“Stay? Please?” Fluttershy then started to slowly but elegantly stroke his massive, growing member. Within a few seconds his cock was completely erect. Big Mac was so caught off guard he stared at the ceiling in pure disbelief and pleasure, and moaned loudly between each stroke.

His mind raced with questions and choked from the confusion. Macs mind dissolved into the experience - feeling each nerve aid in his feed. Pre-cum stroked out of his massive cock, and helped as a natural lubricant - only making the feeling more enjoyable.

“F-f-- guh!” He could feel it - the climax around the corner. His now steaming hot cock ready to burst like a fire hydrant.

Then she stopped. Just like that, the feeling fleeted without the satisfying ending. Mac collapsed on the foot of the bed in a daze, but wasn’t exhausted at the slightest. The lust was still there. His curiosity forced him to turn his head. Fluttershy was bent over the head of the bed - her beautiful yellow flank waving back and forth. His left eye twitch, and on instinct and found himself getting back up.

“I haven’t had any male company for quite a long time Big Mac. You still need to nurse me back to health, remember? Give me your medicine.”

Big Mac couldn’t speak. His mouth was half open and his eyes wide, but his primal urges was active and he needed to… let loose. A force propelled his body upward rather quickly and he planted himself right behind her - then grasped her firm ass. Big Mac paused.

For once, his conscience spoke up - screaming at him to logically think about the actions he’s taking. He knew he had the power to leave the room and keep safe his self control and virginity - but it just wasn’t visible to him.

All he saw was ass - and he wanted it badly.

“C’mon! Put it in!” Fluttershy pushed her flank backwards into Big Macs wet dick - and instantly he let out a loud moan. He could barely grasp the feeling - his cock firmly inserted into Fluttershy’s pussy.

“This is your first time - isn’t it?” she asked.

Big Mac didn’t reply.

“That’s okay. We’ll start out slow.”

Fluttershy began the tango by bobbing her ass slowly against his cock - her pussy hugging his dick with love. Quickly, she increased her speed and Big Mac could feel his member getting harder and harder until it nearly throbbed. He couldn’t help himself - and thrusted his own hips.

“That’s it.” Fluttershy moaned. “You’re a natural.”

Gradually he propelled his cock faster as the sex progressed. Then the feeling came back to him again:

His climax.

He felt his cum starting to gather in the back of his dick - and thrusted harder. The strain and pressure increased and looked down at Fluttershys plump ass as he pushed his dick inside.

“Fuck!” Fluttershy yelped.

Jets of cum filled Fluttershys pussy whilst Mac practically yelled with pleasure. Once the feeling was gone - Mac lay back against the bed exhausted - and so did Fluttershy.

“Good job.” she said.

~~*~~

“I want to thank you for helping me recover, Big Macintosh. I apologize for having to occupy your busy schedule.”

“N-no problem.” said Mac, feverishly.

“You can always come back to visit if you like - I’ll see you next time.”

Fluttershy closed the oak wood door to her cottage and left Big Mac in a pool of thoughts. He could barely look at Fluttershy the same way again - and wasn’t sure whether what she did was to start a relationship… or to keep him guessing.

He wobbled home, and back to his work.

Author's Note

My first clopfic and escalated out of an abandoned romance fic.