“You can do this, Fluttershy,” the buttery yellow mare reassuringly murmured to herself.
Within the public restroom stall, away from prying eyes, she rested on the porcelain throne. She had to psych herself up to do a great many things, like going to the laundromat or returning books to the library, but this was different - this was much, much different. Peeking at the door, ensuring it was locked, she shakily rested her satchel beside the toilet.
Though she’d always been rather timid, she still had wants and aspirations. It wasn’t like she’d asked to be so sheepish, nor did she wish to hold marish wants, but it didn’t seem like she could change her fate. There were things she could do to improve her situation, like forcing herself into uncomfortable situations or attending self-help seminars - still, those could only do so much. Even though she was sheepish to a fault, she was recently stricken with an idea to effectively kill two birds with one stone.
Just a few days prior, while enjoying a milkshake at Sugarcube Corner, she’d overheard a rather fascinating conversation. Apparently, if the story was true, there was a public restroom at the Ponyville park with a rather unique feature. Being a unisex bathroom, where stallions or mares could relieve themselves, the little outbuilding was outfitted with a number of stalls. For all intents and purposes, the lavatory was as ordinary as they came, were it not for one small feature she’d never known about - there was purportedly a glory hole connecting two of the booths.
Fluttershy wasn’t one to go out and have sex with just anypony, let alone a complete stranger, although there was something inexplicably appealing about the prospect - not just because of the adventurous thrill of it, or because she was suffering through an absolutely dreadful heat, but because anypony she hooked up with wouldn’t know it was her. Finishing her drink, excited with the prospect of doing something so naughty, she trotted off to Rarity’s shop for a bit of added insurance.
The rest of her day had been spent making ready. If there was even a slim chance that whomever she’d be anonymously servicing figured out who she was, she’d die of shame on the very spot - as such, she needed to make sure all her bases were covered. After leaving Sugarcube Corner, she purchased a Wonderbolt costume from the Carousel Boutique, and procured a novelty Rainbow Dash wig from the town hall gift shop, before seeing herself home.
The outfit she bought from Rarity wasn’t just a typical Wonderbolt flight suit. The usual attire of the aeronautical acrobats was a one-piece body glove, only having openings for one’s wings and face, but this particular garment was a novelty. The costume was just that, a costume, and had a discreetly buttoned hole over the crotch. While the part in the fabric had been intended to make it easier for the wearer to relieve themself, Fluttershy had something altogether more nefarious in mind.
Under ordinary circumstances, she would never have even considered doing something so brazen, but the circumstances weren’t ordinary. Being in the throes of estrus was like having a scratch she couldn’t itch - well, no, she could scratch it, but doing it by herself just wasn’t the same as having someone help her with the issue. There was only one thing which would truly satisfy her - one big, throbbing, preferably big but not too big thing…
Regardless of the where, when, and whom, she really, really needed to get some action. Her nights were haunted by lewd and lascivious dreams, her marehood was almost constantly wet, and it was hard not to find herself distracted by stallions when she was out and about - in short, she was a mess and, though it may be somewhat distasteful, being rutted by some nameless, faceless stud would be the perfect prescription for her little problem. Glancing over at the tape-lined hole in the wall, anxiously grinding her thighs together, the sound of an opening door caught her ear.
Trotting into the restroom, Zephyr Breeze swallowed hard. He’d heard tales about the particular rest stop before, from his co-workers or clients at the barber shop, but it was the first time he’d gone to check out the place. Though he never thought he’d go so far as to seek amorous attention from a stranger before, a lifetime of back luck and lack of romance had pushed him to a breaking point. So help him, if getting a bit of hanky-panky from a stranger meant he wouldn’t have to bear the burden of carrying around his v-card, so be it.
While he wasn’t a regular in Ponyville, he’d taken a precaution to ensure his anonymity. Wearing a pair of shades would have probably been enough of a disguise, but he’d gone the extra mile - he’d bought a stick-on mustache for himself as well. Having gone incognito several hours ago, he’d spent the better part of the morning lounging outside the small building; waiting, hoping to spot somepony attractive enough to move him. It wasn’t until a peculiar little mare, with a yellow coat and prismatic mane, entered the bathroom did he make a move.
He couldn’t say who the mare was - then again, that really wasn’t important. The pony bore a striking resemblance to Rainbow Dash, the love of his life, and the mere thought of doing something with the Wonderbolt caused his heart to skip a beat. Even if he wouldn’t end up seeing her doing anything to him, simply knowing he would be doing something with somepony so attractive was enough to send blood rushing to his loins.
Leaning forward, peering under the partitions, he spotted a pair of hooves dangling within the last stall. If the stories were right, the wall between the furthest two booths had a hole that he could neatly stuff his stallionhood through for some surreptitious sex-time. Trotting into the open compartment, he closed and locked the door behind himself.
Scanning at the area, from the tiled floor to the drop ceiling, his eyes ultimately settled on the lined hole leading to the adjacent stall. The sight of the opening filled him with a certain amount of apprehension and excitement, drawing him in. As badly as he wanted to peek through the portal, to peer at his mysterious mate to-be, he restrained himself; as far as he knew, peeping on one’s clandestine lover was an egregious breach of protocol.
With few other options afforded him, unsure of what the procedure was with such endeavors, he reared onto his hind legs, rested his hooves atop the partition, and shuffled towards the divider. Glancing down his belly, towards his semi-flaccid length, he scrunched his snout. Be darned if he knew how earth ponies, without the use of magic or wings, could guide themselves into the glory hole, but that wasn’t an issue for him. Extending a feathered appendage towards his loins, he delicately fondled his stallionhood.
It had been hard enough keeping still before knowing somepony was nearby, but the sound of the closing adjacent door and hooves from below the partition set Fluttershy’s heart thumping. The only thing separating herself from some lewd stranger was a flimsy inch of plastic, leaving her to wonder whom was going to pay her a visit. She felt sure she’d get an answer soon enough - unless somepony was genuinely just trying to use the bathroom, of course.
Musing on what would happen next, the sound of something slammed against the wall caused her to start. Peering upward, seeing a pair of hooves resting atop the divider, her attention drifted to the aperture. It was clear that her visitor wasn’t planning on using the toilet, making her heart skip a beat. Seconds passed, with her anticipation mounting, before the blunted tip of a fern colored stallionhood appeared.
Her eyes grew wide, as inch after inch of a dong crept through the glory hole. Though she hadn’t seen that many dicks before, there was only one word which could describe the slender, lengthy appendage - gorgeous. Despite herself, her mouth began to water. Unsteadily hopping from her perch, moving towards the elegant appendage, she gave herself a closer look.
As she neared the gradually hardening stallionhood, staring directly down its shaft, she gulped. The picturesque pole wasn’t too long, nor too short, nor too thick, nor too thin - simply put, it rested squarely in the goldilocks zone of what she considered perfect. As she shuffled to the side, closely inspecting her newfound guest, she brought her nose to the tool’s girthy base, drew a breath through her nose.
The stallion’s scent was astounding; whomever he was, he lacked the boorish, earthy scent of most stallions - no, his delicate fragrance clearly belonged to a refined, well kept pony. The subtle musk pushed her hormonally fueled mind to the brink, virtually forcing her to tickle yet one more of her senses. Leaning in, she opened her mouth and gave him a lick.
Zephyr breeze shivered and gnawed his lip, feeling something warm and deliciously wet mop the root of his tool. For whatever reason, be it due to the peculiar circumstances or his protracted dry-spell, the sensation of having somepony’s tongue upon him was downright heavenly. Thrusting his hips forward, nearly pressing his waist against the wall, his excitement got the better of him.
It was only then that he realized the predicament he was in. He’d come to the restroom for some stealthy, no-strings-attached sexy-time, but he wasn’t really in control. Whomever was in the opposite stall held all the power, choosing what and when they did anything to him, leaving him utterly at their mercy. The circumstances were as frustrating as they were arousing, stoking the flames of his passion and filling with a need for more.
His annoyance bled away as quickly as it appeared, as the unknown pony’s tongue glided over his medial ring, up his shaft, and to the head of his cock. Though he couldn’t see them, he heard and felt them back away. The loss of their touch was almost torturous, wrenching away the bliss they’d so briefly given him. Snorting, bucking into the wall, something hot blew upon his crown, before his member was given a dainty kiss.
Closing her eyes, Fluttershy wrapped her lips around the magnificent specimen of a stallionhood. Though she felt sure her covert paramour would like her to hurry, she saw no need. Savoring the sensation of him against her tongue, gently massaging the delicate underside of his length, she slipped him into her muzzle.
His flavor, much like his scent, was amazing. Only slightly salty and earthy, the stallion’s equipment tasted as delicious as it looked. Reaching the midway point of his length, with her lips resting a hair’s breadth before his medial ring, she slowly withdrew and began to fellate him in earnest. Though she wasn’t the most experienced with such things, she’d read enough romance novels to give her some idea regarding proper technique.
Gently bobbing her head, torquing her snout from side to side, she lovingly lavished him within her muzzle. Applying the slightest bit of vacuum on the backstrokes, while her tongue caressed his silken flesh, it didn’t take her long to get her first sumptuous taste of pre-cum. The erotic flavor, while gratifying, was maddeningly arousing, causing her marehood to angrily seize upon itself. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop - at least, not yet.
Zephyr screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, receiving the most heavenly blowjob he’d ever had. Whomever was on the other side of the wall definitely knew how to please a stallion, nearly driving him wild with lust. Oral was all well and good, yet doing so through a flimsy wall was less than ideal. Despite his best efforts to remain unruffled, a muted grunt escaped him.
No sooner did the sinful noise pass his lips than a soft, almost lilting hum drifted to his ears. Hearing the noise would have been captivating enough, but he could also feel the gentle reverberations upon his cock. Snorting, gradually pulling back and thrusting into the hole, he asserted himself. He may be confined and with few options, but he couldn’t help but contribute something to the situation.
As the stallion started banging against the partition, desperately trying to jam his shaft into her snout, Fluttershy reached a breaking point. Her loins ached, weeping a trail of excited juices down her thighs and to the cool floor below. Retracting her head, giving him a final, parting kiss, she watched his member throb and twitch. She almost felt bad for him, teasing like that, but she had something much better in mind.
As she wheeled around, bringing her rear towards the opening and presented pole, she froze. Somehow, possibly due to her nerves or the obscene thrill of the situation, she’d neglected one small detail - the glory hole was situated several inches too high. Her eyes sailed around the compartment, desperate to find something - anything to boost her height, but her search was in vain.
Even standing on the tips of her hooves, it would be impossible to get rutted through the perverse portal. Hovering above the wall would have been an option, if she had the raw stoicism of Maud Pie, but that was both impractical and counterintuitive. The whole reason she’d come to the restroom was to get some intimacy, and she’d be darned if that’s what she wasn’t going to get.
“E...everything alright in there?” Zephyr quietly asked, praying she hadn’t abandoned him.
The air fell still and silent, sending his anxiety sailing through the roof. What if she was going to leave him hanging, effectively edging him and then ditching him for somepony to stumble upon? He hadn’t detected the shutter snap of a camera, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t some lewd mare who kept a collection of packages she’d serviced. Confused, nervous, and exceedingly horny, he felt like he was going insane - that was, until he heard her clear her throat.
“W...would you mind coming in here?” Fluttershy sputtered, having taken what felt like a small eternity to work up the courage to speak. “I might n...need a little help.”
There was no getting around it; she wanted to get plowed and, by Celestia, she’d move heaven and earth to get just that. Without waiting for a reply, she trotted to the door, threw the lock, then hastily turned towards the wall. If her mystery lover was half the stallion she thought he was, he’d leap at the chance to mount her right then and there.
Spotting his dick disappear through the hole, moments before hearing his hooves excitedly clatter on the tile, she closed her eyes and slowly exhaled. Though she may have appeared cool and collected, a war was raging within her - not regarding what she was about to do, but if she’d allow herself to take a look at the stranger. Sadly for her, hearing the door open, she instinctively looked to the entrance and saw the most beautiful creature she’d ever laid eyes upon.
Tall, slender, and with a toned physique, the stallion bore a luscious golden mane. His coat was a pale aquamarine, and his eyes were a brilliant cerise, yet those were only two facets of the beautiful creature standing behind her. Though he looked vaguely familiar, she couldn’t place his ruggedly handsome face - after all, the only pony she knew with a mustache was Flam.
Awestruck, salivating heavily at the adonic equine, she hiked her tail and flung it to the side. Subtlety be darned, in front of such a drop-dead hunk, any mare would have shamelessly presented themselves. Staring into his eyes, reaching back and clasping her bottom with both wings, she gingerly prized her buns apart.
The second he burst into the stall, Zephyr locked up. He’d seen some attractive mares in his day, but the beauty which greeted him was on another level entirely. Not only was she wearing a Wonderbolt outfit, likely being a member of one of the reserve teams, but she was easily the most brazen female he’d ever met. Boldly displaying her goods, without the slightest bit of shame, she commanded him without a word.
Stepping closer, bewitched by the sight of her leaking, winking marehood, he glanced to her face. The look she bore, peering back at him with her turquoise eyes, spoke volumes. She wasn’t asking him if he wanted to claim her, she was mutely demanding he take her! Steeling his resolve, he did the only thing any reasonable stallion would do; he hopped up, locked his forelegs over her ample hips, and brought the head of his cock to her entrance - still, there was something any gentlecolt would do.
“Just let me know when you’re ready,” he weakly croaked, delicately nudging her lower lips.
Between hearing his sonorously chivalrous tone, feeling the weight of him on her back, and sensing the heat of his loins, Fluttershy darn near climaxed on the spot. She was utterly speechless; she’d somehow bagged an attractive, well-hung, and gallant casanova. Nodding eagerly, barely restraining the urge to impale herself on him, she braced her hind legs in anticipation.
A split second after she gave him the signal, he slowly sank his length into her. By the stars above, words fail to describe the wondrous, heavenly sensation of such a divine stallionhood. Bolts of bliss coursed through her frame, bringing weakness to her limbs, yet she held firm. She’d been right, his size was absolutely perfect, fitting her depths like a lock for a key.
She couldn’t say how long it took him to bottom out, but his hips eventually came to press against her behind. The tip of his shaft lay seated against her womb, further cementing her suspicion about him. He wasn’t just attractive and courteous - he was made for her. Holding still, lest she come off as some depraved harlot, she silently prayed that he was just as smitten with her as she was with him.
Hilting himself almost perfectly, with his nuts resting against the mare’s winking, moistened clit, Zephyr suppressed a shudder. The succulent, velvety canal was everything he’d ever dreamt of. It almost felt as though he’d slipped into the warm, welcoming embrace of nirvana itself. Truth be told, he was almost too scared to move - almost. Rocking his hips back, retracting a bit of his shaft from her confines, he carefully thrust forward.
He’d heard that getting laid was incredible, but he’d had no way of knowing just how fantastic the experience was. Letting his latent biological urges take control, he fell into a steady rhythm. Though he’d never been with a mare before, he thanked his body for knowing what to do - that and he’d seen enough smut to have some idea of how it worked. Holding her tightly, rearing back the slightest bit, he watched his length languidly disappear into and reappear from her clinging snatch.
Lowering her chest to the floor, Fluttershy bit on a forehoof. Had she not silenced herself, Celestia knows what sort of lewd, depraved noises she would make, while she was beset by the most unimaginable bliss she’d ever known. This wasn’t sex, this was something all the more greater; the event itself was more akin to a divine experience, elevated beyond meaning, compared to the wanton needs of the flesh.
With every backstroke, she constricted around the retreating stallionhood. It wasn’t that she actually feared he would stop, though each withdrawal was harrowing. The way his medial ring ground against her g-spot, how the battering ram-like head of his tool kissed her cervix, his ambrosial bouquet, the sound of his heavy breaths - truly, he was a vision of heaven made flesh.
Arching her back, subconsciously getting the timing down, she rolled her hips back to meet his thrusts. Lending herself to the tryst dialed up the intensity to unfathomable levels, accosting her with waves of ecstasy. The trepidation she’d felt before setting forth on her raunchy little adventure felt foolish, in hindsight, given the breathtaking joy threatening to overwhelm her.
The sound of their colliding bodies reverberated throughout the cold, unfeeling chamber, filling the air with a rhythmic Plap plap plap as their composure came undone. Unbeknownst to one another, their juncture wasn’t a matter of depraved wants, it was a need - a need they’d unwittingly fulfilled in a flawless manner. Moving in tune, seeking to please one another and themselves, the pair’s reluctance waned.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, the duo slammed into one another. The stallion’s wings caressed and tenderly caressed the pony below him, while the mare softly moaned with each thrust. It was a race to the finish line, with each seemingly attempting to outdo the other, and it was only a matter of time until one crossed the threshold.
“G...gonna,” Zephyr sputtered, frantically hammering away at his mate.
Feeling the jackhammering stallionhood beginning to flare, something snapped within Fluttershy. The sensation caused her timid demeanor crumble, giving way to her bestial desires. Teetering on the brink, desperate to feel his scalding load within herself, she threw her head back.
“Inside!” she bleated, giving voice to her longing.
Her request didn’t fall on deaf ears, signaling Zephyr’s death knell. Burying his length as deeply as possible, grinding his flaring tip against her womb, he reached his tipping point. His shaft throbbed wildly, pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, as shot after shot of foal-batter went crashing into the mare. The climax, much like the sex itself, was beyond compare, consuming him in the blinding light of ecstasy.
The moment Fluttershy’s adonic mate erupted within her, the came with all the force of a supernova. A sublime, incredible heat permeated her to the core, as she was claimed. There hadn’t been another orgasm in her entire life that staggering, nearly causing her to faint from the raw, unrefined pleasure. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out, while her marehood spasmed around her lover’s stallionhood - still, she willed herself to remain standing.
Seconds dragged into minutes, as time lost meaning. Neither could say how long they’d stood there, weathering the rapturous storm, before a post-coitus euphoria settled over them. Sensing himself growing soft, Zephyr gently dismounted and hauled his semi-rigid length from the mare’s confines. A chill ran through Fluttershy, as the wondrous stallionhood escaped her depths, but she wasn’t terribly bothered - in fact, neither of them were. Both were satiated beyond belief, spurring them to turn towards one another.
“Oh gosh, that was absolutely amazing,” Zephyr contentedly chuckled, bashfully smiling over at the mysterious pony.
Blushing heavily, Fluttershy nodded in agreement - that was, until she noticed something odd setting on the floor. Stooping down, picking up the peculiar little thing, she squinted. It almost looked like a fake mustache, but she couldn’t fathom why anypony would…
“I’ll take that,” the stallion blurted, snatching the item from her hoof and reapplying it to the end of his muzzle.
Grinning to himself, thankful that his disguise hadn’t been completely ruined, something odd caught his eye; there were fronds of pink peeking out from beneath the mare’s kaleidoscopic mane. It wasn’t all that uncommon for ponies to dye their hair, he’d even done quite a few coloring jobs himself, but the unique pigmentation wasn’t something he’d seen all that often. Quirking a brow, pointing to her scalp, he rubbed his chin.
“You - uh - got something…” he trailed off, watching her speedily readjust the multicolored mop of hair on her head.
“Ok, well, you have a good day mister…” Fluttershy blurted, briskly trotting past the slender stud.
She considered herself immeasurably fortunate that her wig hadn’t completely come off throughout the rutting, though she still needed to make her escape. Had she stayed, she would have been tempted to - Celestia forbid - flirt with the hunk. Cantering out of the building, she leapt into the air and sailed for the nearest cloud bank.
All Zephyr could do was watch the mare depart, disappearing into the blue sky above. The titanic influx of dopamine, paired with how he’d been instantly smitten with the fair maiden’s comely aesthetic, made it nearly impossible to think. Shrugging off his bewilderment, he languidly flapped his wings and took to the air.
Though neither pony could possibly know it, the same thought occupied their minds - who was that mysterious pony who’d just rocked their world and possibly won their heart. It was more than possible they’d never meet one another again, especially because they’d never seen each other until that point, but they both held a small hope that their paths would cross again someday...
