Deasly's Fluttermac Morning

The day was dawning, Deasly was sure of that, since he usually woke with the dawn most days, so long as he didn’t pull an all-night session with the Professor or something. Still, though he was sure his internal clock said it was dawn, he couldn’t see a Celestia blessed thing as he opened his eyes, and looked around, everything too dark to really make out any details.

Of course, as he turned his head, he had to grip it in his forelegs, the brain inside his skull thumping with painful pulses of his blood, his grogginess at just waking up vanishing under the onslaught of sharp knives into his brain at various angles, making him slowly rise to his hooves, only to find them not exactly stable, and having to sit back down, and puzzle out where he was.

The last thing the stallion remembered was a party. He, the Professor, and the big, red stallion, Big Macintosh, had found each other in a bar just outside Ponyville, and had decided to have some good times. Of course, that good time was lost amid the pouring of many glasses of Apple Family Brandy, Wine, and other Spirits. His mouth, as he licked at his lips, tasted foul, like whole bottles of that stuff had passed his lips.

Trying to make his memories start reforming, the stallion again tried to rise, and noticed for the first time that he seemed to be in a long hall of some sort. Not a big one, just long, with walls that seemed to vibrate as he watched. As he looked closer, he found that the light he was seeing by was filtering in through those walls, and was being given a red tint by passing through them. Pushing against one, he found it soft and malleable on the surface, but with something almost rock hard beneath.

“What happened?” was all he said to himself, scratching at his head with his hoof, trying to straighten his mane a little as he finally got to his hooves, and found that the floor was made of the same material as the walls, and bounced a little as he moved, forcing him to choose his steps with care as he stood there, looking from one end of the hall to the other, trying to decide where to go.

In one direction he could smell something not pleasant. Not too bad mind, just not something he wanted to get closer too. Worse, it seemed that something hot lay that way, as a small breeze moved over him, and he decided, without too much hard thought, that he’d rather go the other way, and so started off down it, trying to keep himself from swaying too much as he moved down the hall.

He went only a few lengths before everything started to shudder though, and he was thrown from his hooves back to a laying position, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the earthquake was accompanied by a humid blast of air from the opposite direction from which he walked, the now salty tasting wind making him sweat, and making his coat slick as he leaned against one of the walls, which oddly enough, seemed to be sweating itself, secreting some kind of sticky liquid onto him that made him scrunch his nose up as he rose again.

Taking this a little faster than before, his headache from waking fading as he now had a determination to find out where he was, and what was going on, he was again shaken by the hallway shuddering, and his time he was given a sort of push from behind, and looked again, seeing that the hallway was quickly filling with the sticky liquid that seemed to come from the walls.

That was enough for Deasly, and the stallion started to run, his hooves digging into the floor as he bounded forward almost like that pink party pony from Ponyville, his speed carrying him fast in the other direction. Of course, after a time, he found the hall was getting tighter, and as he tried to squeeze through, the shuddering got harder, and harder, until it threatened to shake him to pieces, just as he found himself drowning in the liquid.

*******

Big Mac was having a bad morning. The night before was full of too much alcohol, and way too loud music, as well as an old friend and his partner. He remembered, after a while, DawnChaser wandering away with some mare, to the drunken cajoling of both Big Mac and his assistant, Deasly.

The next thing Big Mac remembered was taking the younger stallion home with him. The Professor hadn’t shown back up after all, and he didn’t want to leave the guy just wandering the streets of Ponyville. Fine place to live though it was, it was probably not a fine place to stumble around in a drunken haze though.

However, that was the last thing his own head remembered, as the brandy, the three bottles of concentrated brandy, had caught up with him about halfway to the farm was coming to a stop on the side of the road, and figuring he would just rest his eyes a bit, and then keep going.

Opening up his eyes now, he found himself nowhere near his own home, though he was in a home he recognized. It was a small cottage, built inside a tree that was still growing naturally around the living space. He had been asleep on a couch in what was the sitting room of the place, the sun just barely peeking in through the window, showing him Fluttershy’s home.

“How’d I get here?” he quietly asked himself, trying to stand up, only to find the room was spinning on him, and so he kept himself down on the couch, waiting for the world to start behaving itself. He had to wait a while for that, however, and by the time he’d blunk away the brandy vision that still seemed to coat his eyes, the sun was already well over the horizon outside the window.

Rising to his hooves, which clacked loudly on the floor, the big stallion was quite startled to find he had a fifth leg this morning, his stallionhood making itself known in the most loud way possible, demanding that he pay it some attention as it pulsed and shuddered, a bit of pre moving up the shaft and coming out the tip.

Wondering if it was appropriate to really do something about that in the home of a friend, he was startled when he heard a sound from up the stairs where Fluttershy slept, and so he quickly laid back down, covering himself with a blanket he had probably been covered with before, and trying his best to had the huge tent that was formed by his morning wood.

*****

Deasly found himself drowning in the stuff around him, as the hall in front remained firmly closed, even as he tried to push, pull, and poke the walls apart. His efforts were in vain however, and he was starting to black out, little shadows appearing on the edges of his vision, when suddenly he was shot forward along with the liquid, and cast out of the hall into the open air.

This didn’t mean he was free though, as the liquid stuck to his coat, and he swung with it like it was a rope, splatting against something hot, very hot compared to the air, and firm. It had that same soft on top, hard underneath as the hall, but now that we was out, he was slowly beginning to realize where he was.

It wasn’t entirely a new place for him to be, which really said something about his life, come to think of it. He was stuck one something rounded, like a hill, that was upside down, though he only knew that from visually looking at it, rather than from gravity. That meant that he was tiny, since otherwise he wouldn’t be feeling the gravity of whatever he was against like this, and feeling its warmth as well, he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

Suddenly though, everything around him shifted, and he found himself thrown into darkness. As something covered the whole of the sky to him, leaving him to wonder exactly where he was, even if he had some ideas on that. Not one to take such things lying down, Deasly began to try to pull himself free of the sticky liquid once everything had stopped moving, but it soon proved no use, and he was stuck fast, until the cover above moved, and he confirmed where he was, mostly because he could see it reflected in the big eyes of a crème colored mare.

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“*Yawn* Good morning, Big Macintosh, did you sleep well?” asked Fluttershy cutely as she floated down the stairs. Big Mac had hoped to fake being asleep, if only to give his little friend time to calm down, but it seemed the animal lover could sniff out when someone was faking that, and so he nodded as he turned towards her.

“Eeyup, had a good night’s sleep, and now I figure I should be moseying back down to the farm,” he said, trying to keep his voice from shuddering, even as he felt himself grow even harder. Why did all his sister’s friends have to be so cute, and her most of all? It made it hard to keep his cool most of the time, but just waking up like this, he could hardly control himself.

“What’s your hurry? I could make us breakfast before you go. You seemed so tired last night when my animal friends found you, and helped me bring you here. I’m betting you didn’t get enough to eat. You work too hard and don’t eat enough and you’re going to get sick,” she said, fluttering over to him, her wings only lightly moving in the air, however, it was enough to blow at his sheet, forcing him to hold it down with one of his forehooves.

“Heh, trying to hide something from me?” asked Fluttershy, as she drew closer, and then, in a move that probably would have impressed Rainbow Dash, put her hooves on the ground, and blew at him with her wings, ripping that sheet from him, and exposing himself to her.

“It’s not what ya think, Miss Fluttershy. It’s just, it’s so early in the mornin’, and I haven’t had time to…uh, well, if ya’ll just excuse me,” he said, starting to get up, only to feel her hoof on his chest, holding him down while she stared at his stallionhood, and then licked her lips.

“Nonsense, let me help you with that,” she said, opening her mouth, and bringing it down towards him.

*******

The mare’s face in the sky showed him that he was indeed on some stallion’s stallionhood. Probably that red pony from last night, considering the color of his current trap. Of course, knowing where he was and doing something about it were two different things, and before he could do much thinking on it, a shadow covered the sky again, and a blast of hot, humid air washed over him, making him look upward.

“WAIT!” he shouted, finding his view as dominated by the open mouth of the crème colored mare he recognized as the animal lover from his first meeting with the important ponies of Ponyville. Of course, considering the young female had tastebuds bigger than him on her tongue, he went unheard as she approached, and then he found himself sandwiched between two long, slimy pieces of flesh, with one above moving and pushing at him, while the one below pulsed and shook him about.

The saliva was suffocating a bit, but no worse than the pre from inside the cock, and it even had a few air bubbles, allowing Deasly to breathe every once in a while as they long, powerful member passed over him, licking at him, but tasting only the stuff around him, before it began to move on towards the lower part of the shaft, the head of which was still stuck too, now by both saliva and pre.

Worse, the pulsing from below, now that he wasn’t being held by the tongue, started to shake his whole body violently, every heartbeat of the stallion he was stuck on passing down the member, the veins pumping around the outside, before all of it translated down to him, and he found his world view to be something like that from a carnival ride.

This would have freed him too, if the pulses weren’t accompanied by yet more sticky liquid from inside the shaft, probably from the bottom rather than the walls as he had assumed while within. Even more unfortunate, now that he was in the open air, the stuff was almost boiling hot when it touched him, and had to shake and cough to get it off and get any air in his lungs.

Thank Celestia for small mercies though, as the mare pulled back, licking at her tongue, obviously enjoying the taste on her lips, as she stared at what was probably the eyes of the stallion. Of course, while she stared into his eyes, Deasly, only moderately recovering, was soon staring into something even worse than her mouth, in this case, her marehood, a massive cavern of flesh, which shook, even as the wet walls seemed to glimmer in the light of the dawning sun.

This time there was no calling out, as the thing descended like a bird of prey, coming down with the swiftness of a predator, and scooping at the shaft to which Deasly was stuck. Sealed once more in humid shadowed flesh, the speck of a stallion was freed from his first prison, only to find he was now in a much worse one than he could imagine.

All around him there was movement. The walls pulsed even in here with the heartbeat of the mare, counterpointed by the stallion’s beat translated through his cock. Worse though was the liquid moving about, the pre from the stallion mixing with the juices of the mare, as the towering shaft of flesh pulled back, and then slammed back in, causing a rip tide effect that sent Deasly gurgling along in a river of love.

Pound once, and he found himself washing up on a relatively calm shore, only to be quickly sucked away as the shaft pulled back, and the air made him go with it, splatting within more liquid. A rush forward, and he found himself pinned between the cock head and a wall within the mare, the two no longer soft pieces of flesh pressing him like a vice and threatening to squeeze the life out of him, before they mercifully pulled apart.

Another pound, and he was in a grove along the wall, and when he was pulled again, it let him slide along it like some kind of playground thing, before pushing him forward again sharply. Again, and again the pounding happened, until, as everything shuddered, and then was a still, a hurricane force of white liquid exploded from the shaft, and the walls lapped it up, opening deeper, and the flow carrying him into the most sealed part of the mare’s body.

For a moment, Deasly feared he might find himself sealed inside that place, from which nothing escaped most of the time, but before the entrance sealed itself back up, he found himself pushed by a backflow, and then out the tight valve of flesh, landing against a ridge in one of the marehood’s walls just beyond that entrance, as the shaft pulled free, and everything at least began to calm down, allowing the unicorn to gasp for breath, and then just pass out, no thought to what would happen when he woke up in here, or even how he got inside that stallion in the first place.

*****

Fluttershy, smiling as she did so, pulled away from Big Mac’s last kiss, enjoying the warm afterglow of their love, and a small tickle deep within her, as she grabbed a towel from the table and quickly cleaned things up, before heading off to make that breakfast. After all, if they ate fast enough, they might have time for more fun before somepony came to investigate.