The Quest For Fluttershy's Cherry

Anyway, long story short. By the time we arrived in Ponyville, I was sweaty all over, the conductormare lay on the ground covered in numerous kinds of bodily fluids but smiling blissfully, and I had saved myself the cost of one train ride. It was safe to say that so far, I was happy with how my little trip to Equestria was going.

I stepped out of the train, paying little heed to my happily trembling equine sexual partner, and breathed in the fresh and wholesome air of Ponyville. An economy whose principal products were apples did have the advantage of clean air with a pleasantly rural smell that reminded me of freshly cut grass and ponyvag. Indeed, I noticed suddenly, my eyes swelling in their sockets like saucers, all the ponies running around here were completely naked! Just as I had expected. They weren't as uptight down here in lovely Ponyville as back up in hoity-toity Canterlot. I could almost feel a string of saliva running from my mouth. This was just too good to be true. Delicious... ponyvag... everywhere!

I innocently asked the first mare I ran across in front of the station for directions. "Excuse me, M'am---err--"

"Cheerilee." The brightly purple pony looked at me questioningly. I placed her in her mid-twenties. Her bright three-flower cutie mark was so outrageously innocent and happy that I felt my penis spring to life immediately.

"Miss Cheerilee, I am looking for, you know, Fluttershy. Would you happen to know where I can find her?"

"Fluttershy?" She looked at me in surprise. "She's not very often seen around town, she usually tends to the animals at her hut near the Everfree Forest. What would you want from her, anyway? It's rare to see humans around these parts."

"Do you prefer a pleasant lie or the honest truth?"

She skewed her face in reflection. "The honest truth," she concluded.

"Well, I'm afraid to say that I came to have wild, unbridled (or possibly bridled) sex with her."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"You know, I can't approve of that. Especially as a responsible schoolteacher."

"I understand. I feel horrible."

"There are some who find pony-human sexual relations repugnant."

"Ah, there's some, there's others..." And internally, I thought that I could care less of what anyone or anypony thought once I would feel Fluttershy's satiny pussy walls clench around my rock hard cock until she begged for release, which I totally wouldn't give to her immediately because I wanted to savour rutting her until the very last moment where...

"I guess you're right," she said. She looked at me with a very weird expression, not repulsed at all, but on the contrary, curiously, almost morbidly so. "S-say--"

"Yes?"

"H-have you done it?"

"Done what?"

"Well--" Her face turned a scarlet red, which was barely noticeable against her lilac coat. "You know, with a pony..."

"Oh! That. Yeah, I've done it," I said casually. Like just five minutes ago, on the train, I added inwardly, and then, not without pride: "My semen is still fresh in that mare."

"What?" She recoiled.

"Oh, was I out loud? Damn... I was definitely out loud, right?"

"Yes. Follow me to the schoolhouse. It's closed right now."

And then we fucked.

I just keep getting better at this, don't I?