Gears' "Sexty Minute Pony" Prompts

Written August 8th for prompt #9:

"Two ponies try a new position." (taken as 'try something new')

Are you really about to do this?

The question flashed in your mind many times before as you sit and wait in your small room, smelling faintly of chemicals and other materials. However, at no point did you have a definitive answer. It is all up to her whether or not you are actually going to go through with this.

Taking another deep breath, you stand up and push the tiny crack on the door enough to be able to look outside. Ponies bustle to a fro, however, there is still no sign of her. The fact that she mentioned a specific time makes you really wish you were a pony who’d wear a watch. Sitting back down on the seat rim over the large aperture, your hoof travels downward and tries again to prepare yourself for what you may or may not be about to do.

You close your eyes and try to block out the noise outside. Rubbing seems to have no effect. Trying to use your imagination, you think of yourself back home. With her. Safe. Away from all these ponies...

No. That type of thinking is just what you and her want to break free from. But is such a relationship really that bad? I mean, sure it has its-

You hear a knock.

You listen closely for the rest of the signal.

...knockknock...knock...knockknock...knock...

It’s her.

You stand up again and carefully undo the lock and then squeeze to the side so nopony could see you as she enters. Her long, light pink hair brushes against you as her bright blue eyes look up at you.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long...” she whispers.

“No problem, Fluttershy,” you say. You sit back down as she locks the door behind her.

She’s here. You are about to really do this. With all these ponies around. Sure, they might not be able to see you, but one little escaped sound could alert everypony around to what you were doing.

She looks down your body to your failure. You swallow nervously.

“I-I... I tried to get ready for you, but it’s... it’s just...” you stammer.

“No... I-I realize that this is... it’s...” she stammers.

“Are you sure you really want to do this?” you ask.

She looks back up to your face. Through the fear and insecurity, you could see the same spark of determination inside her. You two are here with a purpose. “Yes,” she says, quietly, but full of confidence. Just like when she first told you the plan.

You and Fluttershy had been dating for a while. Not that anypony could really tell. The two of you were just so timid around each other in public that you never look like a real couple. You don’t kiss around others. You don’t hold hooves. You barely touch.

However, you remember talking with Rainbow Dash and her coltfriend. Their relationship could be visible from the surface of Luna’s moon. They were not afraid to laugh, makeout, or be naughty with each other. They were constantly hanging of one another and, to be honest, you were a little jealous that you couldn’t be as confident in your relationship with Fluttershy.

Every time you turned away from her out of embarrassment, you felt guilty. Every time you went out of your way to avoid contact around others. Every time you missed an opportunity to display your affection publicly. You thought it might have looked like you were ashamed of her, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. You loved her with all your heart.

Come to find out, Fluttershy felt the same way. Every time she would turn away out of embarrassment, the same doubts flashed in her mind as well. You tried to quell each other fears when you were both alone, but the thoughts still occur when you can’t even hold eye contact with another pony watching.

Then, Fluttershy came to you with an idea. How to make you two more comfortable around each other in a public setting. She had heard a story from Rainbow Dash about her and her coltfriend again, about how they did something totally wild in the restroom of a nightclub. Of course, Dash wasn’t stingy with details, but thankfully Fluttershy was.

She wanted to do something like that. When you both heard that the Equestrian Traveling Fair was coming to town, you both decided that would be the perfect place. You spent the better part of the morning, trying to find a suitable location that was, while still open, would ensure you the best chance of not being seen.

Remembering Rainbow Dash’s story, you got an idea. The porta-johns. A line of them were set up out of the way from the tents, but still had a good number of ponies passing by them. You looked and decided on the fifth one from the right. You two went off and you would come back alone and enter. A little while after, making sure nopony would notice, Fluttershy would come, knock softly with a signal, and then enter herself.

And now, hopefully, you two are about to get a lot more comfortable with each other.

“Okay...” you reply, positioning your hoof and trying again to get ready.

After a little while with no progress still, you hear Fluttershy go, “Um...”

You look up and see her tentatively lifting a hoof and slowly guiding it to your private area. You are nervous enough, but poor Fluttershy was shaking as she drew closer. You could almost feel the heat off her hoof as you begin to sweat, waiting for it to make contact. Then suddenly, it shoots forward and touches.

You try to stifle a surprised yelp, eyes going wide from the noise you just made. Fluttershy’s hoof goes rigid in response to your outburst. You two have to be quiet. Even a peep could raise suspicion.

After a little while of hard breathing and nopony knocking on the door demanding what you were doing, Fluttershy takes a breath and begins moving her hoof up and down. Her own touch is a lot more effective than your own as you begin to feel it start to rise. However, with the noise outside, it could only get you so far.

She’s still moving as it is still too flaccid to do anything with. More time passes before you just sigh.

“I’m sorry...” you say.

Fluttershy only looks at you for a moment before returning to her goal. Slowly, her hoof stops rubbing. Slowly as well, she begins to lower herself. You are about to question what she is doing, until you see her begin to open her mouth. You bite your lip in preparation to what was about to happen.

Her barely parted lips meets with the tip, the sensation itself enough to cause you to shiver. You take a breath as quietly as you can as you feel her take more of it into her mouth, lifting the limp thing up with her tongue. As soon as it’s in up to the base, she lightly begins to suck and lick at the same time.

With a little noise as possible, you seethe through clenched teeth as Fluttershy’s new technique quickly begins working. Soon enough, it’s as hard as can be and she lets it out of her warm mouth.

She looks up to you with a small smile which you return. However, looking behind her, you see the you were not the only thing expanding. Her wings are now almost at their full width, pushing against the sides of the tiny room.

She slowly stands up, putting her hooves on either side of you to help lift herself. As soon as you two are at the same eye level, she pauses. From this close, you can see how much she is really blushing and could guess that you are probably doing the same.

She closes the distance between your mouths and gives you a soft little peck on the lips. As she pulls away, she lets out a tiny happy sigh.

“Are, um... you ready...?” she asks, blushing a little more.

You nod in response and both of your smiles grow.

She picks herself up onto her hindlegs. You can see a little glistening from between them. The little action earlier must have prepared her as much as it had you.

Leaning over, her chest lightly pushes against your cheek as she maneuvers herself to above your awaiting stallionhood. Slowly, she descends. Soon, your tip makes contact, and this time you both have to stifle a gasp. Pausing for only a moment, she begins lowering herself again, pushing you deep inside her. You can hear faint moans she’s struggling to contain as she drops.

You two look each other in the eye again, panting. She picks herself back up and down again, beginning to get a feel of how to move in this tiny space. Your hooves move up to her flanks as you help her with your guidance and carefully lifting your hips to meet her.

Her juices begin to coat your lap as you both try to keep yourself from eliciting any sort of grunt or moan from the situation. However, as pleasurable as it feels, you two are moving much too slowly to achieve climax. Realizing the same thing as you, Fluttershy tries to speed up, only the let out a gasp and have to stop. She begins again, biting her lip as you had done earlier to keep herself from making more noise.

While she was moving faster, it wasn’t getting you anywhere. In fact, it made it nearly maddening. You want to speed up. However, doing so may cause the two of you to give away what you are doing.

You try to be careful, pushing up a little harder into Fluttershy. She goes rigid again for a moment when you stop. However, as she begins again, she’s faster as well.

Her inner walls stroking you only make you want to speed up even more as you thrust ever harder. Fluttershy seems to feel the same way, now nearly slamming herself down onto you. This is much better as the two of you seem to forget your surroundings as you lose yourself in the moment. You feel yourself coming close. You look up at Fluttershy, her teeth clenched and eyes shut tight, focused only on riding you until the very end.

You feel her restrict around you as she falls one last time. You continuously push up as the two of you bury your mouths in each others manes to muffle yourselves. As you feel yourself stop shuddering, Fluttershy gets up off of you.

You both sit for a bit, faces red, panting, and still not quite sure if you had actually just done that. You look over at the roll of provided toilet paper and begin to roll some around your hoof to clean yourself up. Fluttershy reaches across from you and does the same.

You throw the paper away into the darkness you were sitting on and lean up to look through the crack to see if you and Fluttershy could escape undetected.

“Is anypony around...?” she asks quietly. Unfortunately, it seems that quite the group had gathered. If one of you exits, somepony would try to enter and see the other.

“Yeah,” you reply. “It looks like we’re stuck here a while,” you say, sitting back down next to her.

All she does is leans her head against your shoulder. Looking down at her, you see her with the same tiny smile as earlier.