You approach Fluttershy gingerly as to not frighten her. She still looks frightened. By everything. Maybe it's season 1 still. Except Twilight clearly has wings. Maybe somethings just never change.

You decide to just be direct. "So, uh Fluttershy, you wanna have sex?"

She squeaks. To be fair, she squeaks at everything. Sometimes instead of a squeak it's a "squee", which is even cuter.

"Ummm, although estrus has turned me into a mindless fucking machine like every female in every mares-in-heat fic ever, I really don't feel comfortable having sex with someone I've literally just met. Also, I still have a carrot in my vagina."

"Oh," you reply, disappointed.

Buuuut, I've been practicing some new wingjob techniques on Harry the Bear. I'd love to get a second opinion on my pleasuring prowess." God damn that lip bite is just killing you.

"I'm game. Your cottage?" You quickly reply as your member swells even harder in anticipation.

"No," she says firmly. "Right here, right now." Oh wow. You're hard, so obviously you like the idea, and so make no motion to resist as she pushes you gently onto your back in the grass and squats down in front of you so she can fondle your balls in her mouth, while her wings have full access to work their magic. And then she goes to work.

All your preconceptions are shredded to shreads. Wing jobs are amazing, slightly tickilish but ultimately tittilating. And the mare has such a fucking dirty look on her face as she manipulates your dick with her soft feathers, a face that says "Oh my, I'm making a human come, how exciting!" Seriously, she has the wings of an angel. A generic angel. Not Angel Bunny. Because ew gross, honestly, sex with an animal is just messed up! But magical talking horses are fine. Man, you are such a fucking hypocrite, but honestly, who cares, because you're getting a wing job from Fluttershy and it's fucking fantastic.

Author's Note

Hot fucking damn, tone it down a few notches, Fluttershy!