She'd given Macintosh hints all day. There were the subtle, stolen glances over lunch, their eye contact only lasting for a second before she dipped her head and returned to her salad. There was the little wiggle of her flank every time she walked away, and even a quick wink and a fiery stare as she exited the door with Furlong in tow, their young colt eager to play outside while his mother seemed more keen on having some indoor fun later on. The final straw, however, had come after the bedtime story had been read and the lullaby had been sung. Fluttershy had leaned in for what seemed like a peck on the cheek, but her head had risen quickly to give him a light nibble on his ear lobe. The big stallion felt his cheeks flush as she trotted out of Furlong's room with a little toss of her head, and with a soft “Good night” to the tired colt, he followed her down the hall to the bedroom he shared with his wife.
When he arrived, she was already on the bed, squatted down atop the sheets with a sultry look in her soft, blue eyes; she had been watching the door expectantly, waiting for him. His blood began to pump faster, already excited for their time together, and he shut the door behind him as he entered the room and stepped over to the bed. The heads of both the red earth pony and the yellow pegasus drifted together almost out of instinct, and their mouths pressed into one another. A strong, rough tongue met a more timid one, but both pushed against each other with equal force on this night, engaging in a sensual dance, the taste of rain permeating the stallion's senses. Her forcefulness surprised him; it was rare to see her like this, but when she was, he was in for a very, very good night.
As they pulled away, a clear string of saliva suspended between their tongues, Macintosh gazed into her cerulean eyes, normally so soft and innocent, but burning with a fire of deep desire now. He grinned, even as his heart quickened its pace. “Awful excited tonight, ain't ya, Shy?”
“Oh, yes,” she said in a soft, throaty purr, and she leaned in to nuzzle his cheek. In that same lust-filled whisper, she added, “But how could I not be with such a big, strong stallion like you?”
He wrapped a foreleg around her withers and answered, “Yer too sweet.” He leaned up to her ear and added in a breathy voice, “An' Ah'm lookin' forward to it myself.”
She let out a little squeak, then brought her lips to his for another kiss, this one slow and sensual, their mouths grinding against one another, the heat between them rising. That, however, was not the only thing increasing, and Macintosh felt himself slip out of his sheath and begin to harden. Too soon, or not soon enough, their kiss broke, and Fluttershy peeked down to see his increasing length. Above yellow cheeks flushed red, her eyes took on a look of hunger, and a soft moan escaped her. “Oh, Mac,” she whispered, looking back into his eyes, “I love you so much.”
He smiled back. “Ah love you too, Shy.” Out of habit, he placed his front hooves up on the bed, ready to jump up and begin the familiar, wonderful pattern that the two of them followed whenever they were intimate. A hoof on his midsection, however, paused him before he hopped up onto the mattress. He looked down. “Shy? Everythin' all right?”
She stood up on all fours, her head now above his. “It's wonderful, Mac, but...um...well, would it be all right if we tried something a little different tonight?”
He cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow. “How d'ya mean?”
She looped a hoof around his withers. “It's just, well, you always work so hard for me and for little Furlong, and every time we make love, it just seems like you...do all the work.” Her eyes softened slightly. “Don't get me wrong, I still love it. You're the best stallion a mare could ask for, and I love it when we're alone like this, but tonight...maybe...you can just let me do the work instead?” As insurance, she gave him an innocent, wide-eyed stare.
He nearly melted. What she said was true, now that he thought back; he couldn't think of a time they'd been intimate where he hadn't been on top, whether he was mounting her or she was lying on her back underneath him, gentle and careful thrusts giving way to a furious finish while she squealed and moaned her approval. He certainly didn't mind; he wanted her to enjoy herself during their sessions of lovemaking, and so he always took the lead, shouldering the burden of pleasuring her just like he had taken on so many workloads in the orchard. This suggestion of hers, however, was another unexpected action from the timid pegasus, but one which he had to admit sounded like a good time. “If that's what ya want ta do, Shy, Ah won't say no.”
She smiled wide and threw her forelegs around him. “Yay! Oh, thank you, Mac.” She released him from her hug and said, “Now, just lie down on the bed, please, and let me take care of everything.”
He smiled back and did as he was told, reclining atop their silken sheets. His stallionhood was now very prominently displayed, extending from him almost to its full length, and both ponies blushed as his arousal made itself known. A low moan emanated from Fluttershy as she surveyed her husband's erection, and she dipped her head down, giving it a long, soft lick from base to tip and sending a shiver through Mac's body. Several similar licks followed, and he sighed contentedly as her attention brought him to his full capacity, little shocks of pleasure flowing through him with each touch against his hardened flesh. He leaned his head against the pillow and closed his eyes, ready for their night of fun.
When he no longer felt the warm wetness of her tongue, he waited eagerly for her next action, but gasped when there was contact against his sensitive head by something hot and moist. He looked up, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw Fluttershy, her wings gently flapping and keeping her body aloft in a vertical position. She was rubbing her slick marehood back and forth across his tip, the gentle breeze of her wings sending a slight chill along his body to counteract the incredible heat emanating from her passage. It was an incredible feeling, and he groaned slightly as she left his head slick with the evidence of her own arousal.
After only a few seconds of stimulation, and quite unexpectedly, she flared her wings out and descended onto him. In an instant, he was several inches inside her, and both ponies cried out at her sudden impalement. She moaned loudly as she sank lower, her hind legs braced against the bed, inch after inch of his stallionhood descending into her tight but willing passage. His breath hitched as he was enveloped by his love, sensations of euphoria already bursting in his brain. He resisted the urge to move, the natural instinct to buck his hips upward, instead doing as his wife had asked and letting her take her time.
At last, she paused, only an inch of his sizable erection visible beneath her soaking wet treasure. “Oh, Mac,” she cooed, “it's so deep...” She gazed at him with sultry eyes. “How does it feel?”
His stallionhood twitched inside her, each little spasm sending a wave of pleasure through his body, and he found it difficult to concentrate in this position. “It's – unh – it's wonderful, Shy,” he moaned out. He gritted his teeth as she began to move her hips, not up and down like he was accustomed to, but rather side to side, shifting her body and causing his member to grind against her inner walls, a feeling he'd never experienced before. It was driving him absolutely wild, the pressure inside him already beginning to mount.
Fluttershy's wings kept her suspended in her upright position as she moved in little circles, taking his erection on a maddening journey of intense friction and incredible bliss, punctuated by moans and groans from both ponies engaged in their lovemaking. Soon, however, she paused her motion, gasping for breath as Mac did the same. He calmed down, preparing himself for her next move, and stared at her beautiful yellow form as their lungs caught up with the rest of their bodies. Her pink mane tumbled down around her shoulders, framing her blushing face, and he smiled softly as he took in the gorgeous scene before him, reveling in each sensation of contact against his erection.
Another flap of the pegasus' delicate wings sent her into the next stage of their intimacy, and Mac groaned as she rose up into the air, her moist passage grinding against his shaft as it exited her and sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him. Soon, she settled into a rhythm, each flap lifting her up along his length before her body came crashing back down, rising back up with another wing stroke. Mac's brain was quickly overloading, and he didn't know how long he could hold out as her surprisingly quick pace continued, each descent onto his stallionhood a nearly overwhelming feeling of ecstasy that drew a gasp from the big stallion and an adorable squeak from the mare atop him. This had certainly been a good idea, and a welcome change of pace for him as Fluttershy rode her husband, her inner walls vigorously rubbing up and down his length with each flap of her wings, her mane bouncing wildly.
It certainly didn't take long before Mac felt the mounting pressure at the base of his erection, and he valiantly fought back the urge to finish as Fluttershy's cries grew louder and louder, her volume quite impressive compared to how she usually sounded. Through gritted teeth, and between gasps, he said, “Shy, Ah'm – hah! – Ah'm awful close...”
Amidst her own yelps, he heard her respond, “Me – ee! – too, Mac...ah!” She threw her head back as her pace quickened, her hips bouncing rapidly and colliding with his at an incredible speed. He clenched his eyes shut and dropped his head back into the pillow, knowing that if he watched her, he wouldn't last two seconds, instead concentrating on the incredible heat and friction as her wet warmth ground against his stallionhood, the tingling sensation in his balls growing stronger and stronger with each thrust.
At last, he gave in, shouting out as he unloaded into his wife, shot after shot of his hot seed flooding her passage. She, too, seemed to come to the edge, and her wings stiffened one last time as she dropped as low as she could, his erupting erection incredibly deep inside her. With a shudder and a final shriek that was startlingly loud for the timid pegasus, she tumbled forward, bracing her hooves on his thick barrel as she came, her own rush of fluids flowing out to meet his, coating him with her love. A mixture of her juices and his cum seeped out of her, her passage filled to its entirety with the evidence of their intimacy, and with another moan of satisfaction, her hooves gave out and she fell atop Mac, her wings still flared out but her light body causing him no discomfort. He barely felt her in his ecstatic state, his brain riding the high of their intense lovemaking, and he planted a soft kiss atop her pink-maned head as the two ponies simply breathed against one another, their hearts beating in unison.
As Mac's senses returned, he whispered in his wife's ear, “Shy...that was amazin'.”
She looked up at him, her cerulean eyes glassy but full of satisfaction. “Oh, I'm glad you liked it, Mac.” She stretched her neck out to give him a little peck on the end of his nose. “Thank you ever so much for letting me make you feel good.”
“Always feels good when Ah'm with you, darlin',” he replied, draping a hoof across her withers and rubbing gently as the ponies lay on their bed, the euphoria of their shared love still dancing through their minds.
