Big Macintosh casts another nervous glance toward the zebra that sits at his kitchen table. He's tried not to all night, but the weight of a pressing question is making him apprehensive. He's also trying his best not to take in her lovely curves. Even with what's going to be asked, it feels...not wrong, but awkward. He hopes Fluttershy will get back from the kitchen soon.
Zecora, on the other hand, is quiet and calm. Her arms are folded on the table, and she wears a contented smile. The meal they just enjoyed was delicious, courtesy of his wife's culinary skills, but as far as Macintosh knows, she's completely unaware of the ulterior motive the couple had for inviting her over this evening. He's not entirely sure about that part, however; during their therapy sessions, the zebra has proven to be quite intuitive, sometimes scarily so.
He and Fluttershy started going to Zecora about two months ago. He would never admit it to his family or his friends, but the romance between him and his wife had started to dwindle. He told himself for too long that it was understandable, that they were both advancing in years and that they weren't as physically fit as they used to be. Those, of course, were lies. Finally, the two of them had sat down and talked it out, finally deciding that they needed to see somepony for a little couples therapy, something to re-ignite the fire.
Macintosh never would have suspected Zecora would be the solution, but she had turned out to be just what the doctor ordered. Because she was older and more experienced than either of them, her wisdom concerning matters in the bedroom was broad and insightful, and to top it all off, she had several potent concoctions that aided Macintosh and Fluttershy during their bouts of intimacy. He particularly enjoyed the night that he and his wife tried out the gel made from the sap of the Everfree's oldest trees. He starts to blush just thinking about that night of fun.
Finally, Fluttershy returns from the kitchen after depositing the dirty dishes in the sink. He looks up as she walks in, and a broad smile spreads across his face. He's seen her in a new light since their therapy sessions, and every time he looks her up and down, an odd mixture of love and lust surges up within him. Tonight, however, he knows that it will be put to the test.
Zecora, in her traditional rhyming couplets, speaks as Fluttershy sits down. “The evening's been lovely, Mac and Shy, and I'm quite glad I agreed to stop by. Now, I believe there's just one more task; you said you both had a question to ask?”
Macintosh stays silent, letting his wife do the talking. “Oh, yes we did, Zecora. You see, Big Macintosh and I just wanted to thank you ever so much for helping us out. We've been closer than ever since we started seeing you. Isn't that right, Mac?”
“Eeyup.”
Zecora raises a hand and waves it back and forth. “I assure you, it was my pleasure to bring your love back to its full measure.”
“Still,” Fluttershy continues, her voice growing a little bit softer, “we wanted to show our appreciation.”
“This dinner was a thanks most kind, but I feel like something else in on your mind.” Zecora clasps her hands together and rests her chin atop them. “If you've more to say, then just ask away.”
Macintosh watches, wondering again if she already knows. He raises a suspicious eyebrow as his wife answers. “Well, um, I was – I mean, we were wondering if maybe, you could, um...” Macintosh turns his attention away from Zecora and slides his hand toward Fluttershy, interlocking his fingers with hers in a show of support. They lock eyes, and Mac gives a reassuring nod. The yellow pegasus swallows hard, then looks back at their zebra guest. “Zecora, would you like to join us in the bedroom tonight?”
Big Macintosh doesn't know what reaction to expect from their guest, but he certainly isn't expecting her to crack a grin. He sees a little twinkle in her eye, and he knows the answer to their question before she says anything. His cheeks start to flush a deeper shade of red as Zecora says, “Miss Shy, I must say I'm surprised by you. What you ask is strange, that is very true, but I think that I would be glad to see the progress that you've had.”
Fluttershy gulps again. “Actually, Zecora, you wouldn't just be watching. You'd be a part of it.”
Now she gives the reaction Macintosh was expecting. Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens up, but she holds the expression for only a moment before reverting back to her usual grin. He thinks she looks sultry already, but the thought of what awaits them if she says yes is making her a little more attractive. Macintosh glances back at Fluttershy. She's his wife, and he loves her more than ever before. He trusts her. Zecora's voice brings his attention back to the zebra. “I'll admit it's been a while since I've had a reason for that kind of smile. Tell me, did Macintosh do his best to ask for you to make this request?”
Big Mac feels the need to intervene. “Actually, Miss Zecora, it was her tryin' t' convince me. See, she felt real sorry for ya, seein' as how y'all don't have a special somepony of yer own, an' yer advice has come in so handy fer us that she wanted t' make sure y'all felt appreciated. Ah'm still a lil' nervous 'bout the whole thing, but Ah'd be happy t' give y'all a real special thank-you, long as Shy's right there with me.” He looks back at Fluttershy, flashes her a smile, then turns back to Zecora. “So, whaddya say?”
The corners of Zecora's mouth creep upward.
***
For being an older lady, Zecora's body is still very shapely. Macintosh starts to appreciate just how shapely when her clothing starts to vanish, layer after tantalizing layer. His stallionhood had already begun to throb when Fluttershy started to peel off her garments, but now it's pressing ferociously against his boxers. It might have something to do with the fact that his extremely hot wife is making out with an extremely hot zebra on top of their bed while he stands off to the side, enjoying the show. It's like some deep-seeded fantasy is coming true in front of him.
The ladies are down to their underclothes, and Macintosh's gaze drifts down to the two pairs of buxom bosoms barely held in place by their bras. His member pulses again. He's only a stallion, after all; the sight of two very well-endowed ladies pressing their sizable breasts together would be enough to make any straight male go just a little bit crazy.
Fluttershy pulls her head away from Zecora's, and both mares take a moment to catch their breath after an extended session of wet, sloppy kisses. As if on cue, Fluttershy's hands drift down Zecora's back and start to work on the clasp of her bra. The zebra smiles sultrily and gives a little purr as Fluttershy's fingers do their work quickly, and Zecora raises her arms and lets the yellow pegasus pull the undergarment off over her head. Their mouths drift together again, and now, Zecora returns the favor, slipping her hands underneath the pegasus' wings and loosening Fluttershy's bra to release her ample breasts from their imprisonment.
Macintosh's eye twitches. His hand slides down to his boxers, pushing them down just enough to allow his erection to spring free. As he watches with rapt attention, his fingers curl around his hefty member and start to lightly stroke up and down his length. His breathing grows heavy as the sensations of pleasure begin.
When the now-topless women pull back from their kiss, both of them look towards Macintosh, whose member is now angled slightly upward and at its full length. Fluttershy gives a deep groan of desire, and Zecora's eyes open wide in surprise as she surveys the male's impressive erection for the first time. “My, Fluttershy, your husband is quite well hung.” She turns back to the yellow pegasus. “But first -”
“Let me please you with my tongue?” Fluttershy finishes the statement, and all three participants give a little giggle. Zecora nods and leans back onto the bed, spreading her legs and exposing her panties. A slight spot of moisture indicates her arousal, and Macintosh continues his slow, even strokes as he watches his wife lean down and nuzzle her nose against the zebra's covered slit, drawing a sharp gasp from Zecora. The yellow pegasus looks up at Macintosh with glazed-over eyes. “Oh, Mac, she smells wonderful. Want to smell too?”
“Not yet, darlin',” Macintosh says with a grin. “Y'all can go ahead fer now.”
Fluttershy winks at him and dives back in, grinding her snout against Zecora's marehood while her hands slide up to the zebra's hips and her fingers hook into the strap of Zecora's panties. The zebra sighs and gasps in pleasure, and her own hands reach up to grasp her breasts and gently knead the soft, delicious-looking mounds. Fluttershy's head raises up just long enough for her to slide the zebra's garment down, and at last, Zecora's wet, needy sex is exposed. Without delay or teasing, Fluttershy brings her head back down and starts to lick up and down the moist slit, all while Zecora lets loose more intense groans and squeezes her own breasts even harder.
Big Macintosh starts to breathe heavily, his stallionhood twitching and throbbing in his grasp. He's content to stand back and stroke his member, watching as Zecora's body writhes under the ministrations of his wife's tongue.
At least for now.
Zecora throws her head back and cries out as Fluttershy hits a sensitive spot. Her chest heaves up and down as she gasps for breath. “You certainly are – ah – skilled, Miss Shy, but your – oh! – own pleasure I would not deny.”
Fluttershy looks up at the zebra, and with a whispered “Okay,” she raises herself up and steps off the bed for a moment. Her panties slide down the length of her gorgeous legs, and she bends over as she removes her last piece of clothing. Macintosh bites his lip as he is afforded a spectacular view of his wife's round backside as well as her own marehood winking in anticipation. He's tempted to mount her right then and there, shoving his member in to the hilt and riding her hard and fast, but he restrains himself, instead increasing the speed of his self-pleasuring strokes.
He watches as his wife climbs back onto the bed and positions herself on all fours above the zebra's body. Her head sinks down to Zecora's slit and resumes its licking while her own rump lowers down to meet Zecora's mouth. Big Mac briefly wonders where his wife learned to do those sorts of things with her tongue, but his attention quickly returns to the scene unfolding before him.
The sounds of muffled moans and sharp gasps echo through the bedroom as the two mares pleasure each other. Fluttershy's wings, which had already begun to spread out, unfurl even more until they're at their full length, and they idly flap up and down as she runs her tongue along Zecora's entrance. Macintosh can't see his wife's marehood, but her expressions of pleasure are more than enough to let him know that Zecora is showing her a good time back there. His eyes follow the curve of Fluttershy's body, from her large breasts pooling against Zecora's striped coat, to her beautiful pink mane flowing down on either side of her face, to her delicious ass. He can see the zebra's mohawk swaying back and forth. He could easily walk around to the other side of the bed and drink in that view as well, but he stays where he is, letting his imagination run wild even while he continues to watch Fluttershy eat Zecora out.
After several minutes, Fluttershy gives one last long slurp along Zecora's slit and looks up at her husband. “Mac, do you – hah! – want some attention too?”
“Eeyup,” he responds, slowing his strokes down just enough to keep himself fully hard.
Fluttershy turns around. “Zecora?” The zebra pulls her head back, her mouth open and tongue lolling out; a clear strand of what could be either saliva or Fluttershy's juices hangs from her mouth. Fluttershy goes on, “You're very good, but I think it's time we included Mac in our little fun. Don't you agree?”
Zecora pants for a moment, then answers, “His patience has proven that he is tough, but I agree; he's waited long enough. What would be the best selection to show Big Macintosh our affection?”
A blush spreads across Fluttershy's cheeks. She brings a hand to her mouth, stifling a light giggle, then maneuvers her body off Zecora's and turns to face the zebra. She leans down and whispers something that Macintosh can't hear into Zecora's ear while giving a conspiratorial glance at the stallion. A sly grin comes to Zecora's face, and Big Mac feels a slight pang of excitement. Fluttershy's quiet voice is slightly huskier as she says, “Mac, please come and sit down on the edge of the bed.”
“Yes ma'am,” he says, and as he follows his wife's instructions, the two females go around him. Now, their positions are switched, Mac sitting on the bed while Fluttershy and Zecora stand on the floor and look down at him. He sees the hunger in their eyes as they survey his massive member, which he has released, allowing it to stick straight out toward the girls. His own gaze drifts up and down the two nude bodies in front of him.
While Fluttershy's form is familiar to him (and he loves every inch of her perfect body), he takes a little extra time to get a greater appreciation for Zecora. Her striped coat covers her entirely, and Mac finds it mesmerizing as his eyes trace a line from her lower leg all the way up to her wide, curvy hips. He glances at the pink slit between her legs, still moist from Fluttershy's tongue work, and he imagines what she'll feel like inside. His eyes continue their upward trek to Zecora's two most prominent features. While her breasts sag slightly, they're still hefty and round, and her nipples jut out pink and erect. He wants to pinch them, roll them around in his fingers, suck on them until she's dry; just looking at the mounds of soft, malleable flesh makes him throb again. Finally, he looks up at her face, which wears a slight grin. She's not what most ponies would describe as a classically beautiful lady, but there's something fierce and exotic about her that turns him on.
She speaks, snapping him out of his trance. “I'm certainly glad you enjoy the view, but I think it's time that I said thanks to you.” He keeps his eyes locked on hers as she kneels down in front of him, scooting closer to him. Her hand slides up his leg and curls around the base of his cock. A gasp escapes Macintosh as his erection is finally touched by another pony tonight, and he moans lightly as the zebra gives several long, slow strokes up and down his sizable length. Her tongue dips down and licks across his head, and a shiver runs down his spine. He's already incredibly excited, and her gentle touch is only making him twitch and spasm more.
After two more licks and a few more strokes, Zecora shuffles closer to Big Macintosh, and her hand releases his member and grips the side of her breast. Her other hand does the same on the second breast, and she rises slightly. Macintosh lets out an elongated gasp as his stallionhood nestles between Zecora's soft, warm mounds. Her tender flesh envelops his shaft, while the head pokes out from the top of the mass of black and white. She bends her head down and takes the exposed tip of his member into her mouth, sucking lightly on his sensitive head. Meanwhile, she puts her breasts to work, sliding them up and down his cock.
Big Mac closes his eyes and moans out his approval. He knows now what Fluttershy whispered to the zebra. He's always had a soft spot for breasts, and in the past, his sessions with his wife have often involved quite a bit of fun with her large mammaries. Now, it's Zecora's turn to use her breasts to please him, and she's doing a wonderful job. He's feeling incredible with the combined sensations of her gentle suckling on him, her tongue swirling around his head, and her large, soft breasts massaging against his shaft.
Macintosh's breath comes in gasps as his member slides back and forth in the tight gap between Zecora's mounds. A soft squeak makes him open his eyes and look toward Fluttershy, and he breathes in sharply as he sees that his wife has not been lackadaisical. Her left hand has cupped her own breast with an adventurous finger and thumb pinching her nipple, while her right hand rubs slowly up and down along her slit. She looks up and meets Mac's gaze. He can see the desire in her eyes; it's a sight he'll never tire of, but right now, it means that she's in desperate need of some love. Mac diverts his attention as best as he can away from the sensations coursing through his member and addresses his wife. “Shy? Y'all wanna join in?”
She nods and gives another little squeak, then releases her nipple; her large breast bounces back into place as she steps toward where Zecora is still grinding away at Macintosh's cock. The yellow pegasus kneels down beside the zebra and places a hand on her shoulder, prompting Zecora to pull her head off Mac's member with a wet pop and look back at Fluttershy. Without warning, the shy mare pushes her lips into Zecora's, catching the older lady by surprise. Their mouths writhe against one another, and Mac cracks a smile when the two mares pull their mouths apart just enough for him to see their tongues tangle together. As they pull away panting, Fluttershy says in her typical soft voice, “Zecora, could you scoot over just a little bit please?”
Zecora nods and turns her body, keeping her breasts snug around Big Mac's cock. Her chest is warm and heavenly, and his mind is soaring with so much pleasure that he tilts his head back and sighs in contentment. Suddenly, he feels movement against his sensitive skin, not up and down, but strange and different. He looks down, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head.
Instead of one pair of gorgeous breasts, now his stallionhood is wedged in between two pairs. The head of his cock pokes out from the middle of a sea of yellow, black, and white, as Fluttershy and Zecora have mashed their mammaries together with his erection firmly in the middle of the whole thing. He glances first to one lady then the other; their sultry gazes turn him on even more than he was before. The soft voice of his wife says, “Does it feel good, Mac?”
“Oh, Shy, Zecora,” he moans out in a low, hungry growl. “It's jus' perfect.”
“Your eyes and voice, they drip with lust,” Zecora says, winking at him. “But now you can feel free to thrust.”
Fluttershy nods her agreement, and both females clamp their breasts down around his shaft, enveloping him in warmth and softness. He feels a little spike of pleasure rocket through him, but with a quick nod to the ladies, he plants his hands on the bed just behind him and prepares to push forward.
It's like making love to a cloud, or at least that's how Macintosh imagines it would be. Slowly he slides back and forth, every inch of his hardness grinding against smooth, soft skin. It's absolute euphoria, and he lets that be known with gasps and pants as he rubs his cock against the massive pool of breasts. Fluttershy and Zecora also gasp and moan as his stallionhood slides in and out, and Macintosh can already feel himself starting to lose control.
The warm tingling within him wells up quickly, and he starts to cry out as his orgasm approaches. Between shouts, Fluttershy says, “It's okay, Mac, you can cum whenever you like.” He holds on for as long as possible, but finally, the pressure proves too much to handle, and he clenches his eyes shut and moans loud and long as he releases his load. Each surge of pleasure brings with it another spurt of seed, and as the initial rush dies down, Macintosh opens his eyes to survey the scene below him.
His cheeks flush with heat when he sees the mess he's made. Several bursts of semen have spilled out, and globs of the thick white substance now decorate both pairs of breasts. A couple shots even look they landed on the faces of the ladies, and he's sure that below them on the floor, there are more stains created by his load. One final glob of cum dribbles out of the end of his stallionhood, dropping onto Fluttershy's left breast with a soft splat. Both mares wait until he's finished, then pull their mammaries away from Mac's softening member. As Macintosh recovers his breath, he says, “Sorry 'bout the mess, ladies.”
Fluttershy giggles, and Zecora adds her own brief laugh. The yellow pegasus meets the eyes of her husband. “Don't worry about it, Mac. I'm just glad we were able to make you feel good. Isn't that right, Zecora?”
The zebra's right hand idly massages her own breast as she answers, “Indeed, I think we all had good fun. However, I feel like we've just begun.” She gestures with her left hand toward Macintosh, and he looks down to see that his stallionhood has retracted very little; in fact, it barely looks like it's gone down at all. “Your husband appears that he is good to go; now how will your affections show?”
The shy pegasus dips her head down and blushes; out of habit, her arm covers her exposed chest. She peeks out from behind the curtain of her pink mane and gazes at Macintosh. He just looks back at her with his same old disarming smile. He wants her to be comfortable, and so he waits for her to be ready. After a moment of silence, Fluttershy brushes her hair out of her eyes and lowers her arm again, meeting Mac's gaze with a look of steel. She's stronger than she gives herself credit, and she's proving it right now. It's making him love her more and more. In a resolute voice, she says, “Mac, I would like it very much if you made love to both Zecora and me.” She shrinks down slightly, apparently surprised by her own assertiveness. “Would you do that please?”
“Be happy to, Shy,” Mac replies with a smile. He nods toward the zebra. “Miss Zecora.” He scoots back so that his entire body is on the bed and rests his head on the pillows. “C'mon up, y'all, an' Ah'll do mah best for ya.”
“Oh, I know you will,” Fluttershy says in a deep growl. Mac shudders; that voice gives him chills, but definitely the good kind. He watches as his wife crawls up onto the bed and towards him like a cat, her eyes burning with desire. His arm reaches up as she approaches him, and he cups her cheek with his hand and gently pulls her head down to meet his. The old familiar dance of lips and tongues begins, and the husband loses himself in the joy of making out with his wife for a good, long while. His hands rake through her soft pink mane as his lips meet with hers, then slide down to her neck and shoulder, planting soft kisses and nibbling lightly.
A brief, hearty chuckle from the other side of the room causes the married couple to turn their heads back to the zebra, who had been temporarily forgotten as they enjoyed each other's company. Zecora puts her hands on her hips and smiles at Mac and Shy, then says, “As much as I'd like for things to advance, it does my heart good to see such romance. I know your union will last long if your love can always stay so strong.”
Macintosh smiles back at the zebra and says, “Y'know, Zecora, a lotta that's cause o' yer help. Ah don' know what we woulda done if y'all hadn't set us straight.”
Fluttershy rose up to a sitting position and said, “That's right, Zecora. We have you to thank for helping us fall in love all over again.” She glances down to Macintosh and rubs his chest, then looks back up at Zecora. “And we want to thank you ever so much for your help, so if you could please join us, that would be just wonderful.”
That is all the encouragement Zecora needs. Fluttershy scoots closer to Mac's head and allows the zebra to get up on the bed beside her. The pegasus rubs Zecora's shoulder as the zebra says, “So, in order to fulfill our need, how did you plan to proceed?”
Fluttershy leans in and softly bites Zecora's ear, causing the striped mare to twitch and gasp. The pegasus then gestures down toward Macintosh's member, which stands proudly and patiently waiting for attention, and whispers, “I think you'll enjoy a ride on that.”
“It is a tempting offer you make,” Zecora says, eying the huge stallionhood, “but is it too much to do for just my sake?”
Fluttershy wraps her arms around Zecora and pulls her close, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Oh, Zecora, don't worry about a thing. You've given us so much wonderful advice, and you've asked for nothing in return. This is the least we can do to say thank you. Isn't that right, Mac?”
“Eeyup.” He's getting excited by the possibilities of what will come next.
“So please, we want you to feel as good as you've made us feel.” Fluttershy nods towards Mac's erection once more. “Go ahead.”
Zecora's apprehensive look is quickly replaced by one of pure desire. She shuffles over, maneuvering around Mac's legs, and straddles his member. Macintosh gasps and hisses as Zecora begins to grind her moist marehood along the underside of his cock, making it wet and slick with her arousal. She lets out a low moan of her own as she prepares him, then says, “I have to say, I'm good and ready.” She lifts her hips up and slides forward. Macintosh's eyes widen as he watches her start to lower herself atop his stallionhood. She smiles down at him. “But let's start things off slow and steady.”
Both earth pony and zebra gasp as they make intimate contact for the first time. Zecora's lower lips part easily as she sinks lower, and Macintosh lets out an elongated groan as his member is enveloped by the warmth of her marehood. Her passage is snug and tight, and she wiggles her hips to work as much of his massive cock into her as she can, moaning as inch after inch of Big Macintosh descends inside her. The electric feelings of pleasure start to strike him again, as he was already sensitive from the attention he received earlier. At last, Zecora comes to a stop with only two inches of Mac's erection left showing. She breathes heavily, her head thrown back and her tongue hanging out.
“Wonderful, isn't it?” Fluttershy asks with a smile that would look innocent in any other situation.
“By his size – ah – I am impressed, but – mmm – I think I'll take a moment to – hah – to rest,” Zecora answers. Her eyelids flutter as a shudder runs through her; clearly, the pleasure is doing a number on the zebra's body, but Macintosh is content to wait. After all, he is a lot to handle.
Mac, however, does not get the chance to relax for very long. Suddenly, his vision is filled with yellow, and after he blinks, he recognizes the sight of Fluttershy's ample breasts directly in front of his face. She's straddled him with her arms to the right of his head and her legs to his left. Her soft voice drifts to his ears like sweet music. “I know how much you love them, Mac. Why don't you go ahead and enjoy yourself?”
He grins. His wife is quite considerate, even in bed. He brings his hands around and grips each breast with eager fingers, the huge mounds of flesh pooling around him. He squeezes and kneads the supple mammaries like he has so many times before, but the familiarity of the act does not lessen how much it turns him on. His cock, still buried inside the lovely zebra, twitches as he plays with Fluttershy's bosom; he tilts his head up to give them even more love.
First one nipple then the other receives delicate attention from his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive pink nubs before his lips clamp around them and suckle gently, drawing soft hums of happiness from Fluttershy. His mouth pops off one breast, leaving it moist with his saliva, only to drift to the other and repeat the process over again. It's one of his favorite things to do, and judging from Fluttershy's joyful purrs, she's having a good time as well.
A sudden friction on his stallionhood catches Macintosh off guard, and his head flops back down onto the pillows as Zecora begins to move. He lets loose a hiss from the burst of pleasure. Zecora also joins in with low moans, each one done in time with her hips as she rises up and sinks back down, almost agonizingly slow. She takes a little more of his length each time until her marehood swallows up his entire cock, and now wet slaps of flesh against flesh accompany her increasingly loud exclamations of ecstasy.
Mac clenches his eyes shut. He needs a moment to try to process all the sensations coursing through him right now. The zebra riding him at a steady pace; the two breasts still held firmly in his hands; the scent of sex lingering in the air; the sounds of two lovely ladies receiving intimate attention; it's all a bit much to handle, but he breathes slowly and evenly to keep himself under control. He relinquishes a bit of his death grip on Fluttershy's mounds and relaxes slightly, all while trying to stay calm during the assault of pleasure from Zecora's increasingly fast lovemaking.
His hands are suddenly empty, and he opens his eyes to see what's going on. He doesn't think he's done anything wrong, and those suspicions are confirmed when he sees Fluttershy rise to a sitting position only to swing her right leg over his head. Macintosh licks his lips as his wife's gorgeous nethers now occupy his vision. A pink tail playfully swishes across his nose, causing him to chuckle softly. He grips the base of her tail, preventing her from teasing him any further, and without any provocation, he dives right in.
She's always smelled of fresh rain water, and that scent is even more powerful when his nose is pressed into her slit. Her juices flow freely, and even though he laps at her with vigor, it's not enough to prevent some of her arousal from leaking onto him and dribbling down his chin and neck. The hand that's not holding her tail slides to her flank and squeezes her gently; she squeaks in that adorable way that lets him know he's definitely on to something. He continues his gentle massage of her cutie mark while his tongue starts to get more involved, diving into her warm passage and swirling around her inner walls. More squeaks come from Fluttershy. His heart beats a little quicker.
Even while he pleases his wife orally, his stallionhood has certainly not been forgotten. Zecora is bouncing up and down much faster now, and each time she plunges down onto his erection, another husky cry of bliss escapes her lips. Mac can feel the pressure beginning to build, but he's quite sure that Zecora won't last nearly as long as he will. To ensure that is the case, Mac braces himself and waits for her to rise up, then crashes his hips against hers as she sinks down. The shout of surprise and the sudden tightening of her marehood around him tell Mac that he's got the right idea, and he starts to meet the zebra in the middle, thrusting upward to collide with her and pulling back as she raises her hips.
Maintaining control of both his midsection and his mouth requires a great deal of concentration, so he does his best not to let the sheer amount of pleasure radiating from his cock overwhelm his senses. The motion of his hips becomes almost automatic, and he returns his focus to the island of pink in a sea of yellow that lies before him. He shoves his muzzle against Fluttershy's treasure once more, and his tongue darts out to bathe her inner walls with a fresh helping of his saliva. He can feel each twitch as he hits particularly sensitive spots, and he brushes over them again and again to draw one withering moan after another from the mare atop him. He releases her tail and moves that hand to her other cutie mark, each strong hand now gently squeezing and kneading the trio of butterflies on either flank of his lover.
A pair of hands press down on Mac's thighs. He can't see, but he suspects that Zecora is trying to hold him in place, and so he settles his hips back down. She, however, does not slow her pace, and she gasps loudly with each thrust. In a voice short of breath but long on lust, Zecora manages to say, “While you – ah! – may yet be far from s-spent, over the edge I – oh! – I will soon be sent!” Mac buries his nose in his wife's slit as Zecora rides him hard to the last, but he keeps himself under control even as the zebra screams out one last, long note of sheer bliss before her marehood clamps down around him and her juices flood his stallionhood with warm wetness. He almost breaks, but somehow, he holds on.
Macintosh's cock slides out of Zecora one last time, and the warm tightness is replaced by a brief chill as it pops free from the zebra. For a moment, everything is still and silent, save for the sounds of heavy breathing and the occasional moan from Fluttershy. After all, Mac does still have his tongue inside her. At last, the yellow pegasus says, “Are you – ah – are you all right, Zecora?”
Mac hears a brief titter, then the zebra's voice say, “Indeed, but it has been a while since I've had this much reason to smile. Your husband makes love very well, but he's still not finished, from what I can tell.”
The stallion pulls his head away from Fluttershy's lower lips after planting a light kiss on them. “Eeyup, yer right, Miss Zecora. Ah ain't quite done jus' yet.” He can't see the zebra from where he is, but he knows she can hear him.
“Was I perhaps an inadequate ride that did not make you want to cum inside?” He hears a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Nah, y'all were real good, Miss Zecora,” Mac answers, trying his best to reassure her. He squeezes Fluttershy's cutie marks again and continues, “Felt real good. How was it fer you?”
At last, the zebra comes into view. She steps off the bed and kneels down beside it, and Mac gives her nude form another once-over as she smiles at him. “Your equipment surely is a wonder; I felt as thought I'd be torn asunder!”
Both zebra and earth pony chuckle at the compliment, and the pegasus joins in the conversation. “Oh, I'm so glad you liked it, Zecora. Aren't you, Mac?”
“Eeyup.” He turns away from Zecora and back toward his wife's most intimate areas. “But far as Ah know, we still ain't done here, Shy.” His tongue gives another long, slow lick along her entrance, and she gasps in surprise.
Mac's hands release her flanks when he feels her body start to shift again, and he leans back to let her move. She turns around to face him and lies down next to him, cuddling against his muscular body. Her hand rubs against his chest, then starts to drift lower. “You're absolutely right, Mac.” Her fingers curl around the base of his stallionhood, and the touch against his still-sensitive shaft causes him to breathe in sharply. Fluttershy leans in close; he feels her hot breath on his cheek, then his ear as she whispers, “I need you inside me.”
“Eeyup,” he responds softly. In a few short seconds, he's risen to his knees, his member now pointing straight out and glistening with Zecora's juices, and Fluttershy is lying on her back with her head toward the foot of the bed. Macintosh takes a moment to appreciate the view. While there's no denying that Zecora is attractive in her own way, nothing can compare to the perfectly-formed mare lying before him. He drinks in every curve of her body, every strand of her silken tail and mane that seem to flow like pink water, every little detail from her adorable blushing face all the way down to her winking marehood. “Yer so beautiful, Shy,” Mac whispers.
Her face goes a deeper shade of red. “Please, Mac, don't tease. I...I need you so bad.”
No more words are necessary. Macintosh leans forward and plants his hands above his wife's shoulders, and he looks back to slowly and carefully guide his stallionhood to its target. He dips his head down and kisses his lover, punctuating it with a gentle bite of her lower lip; his mouth slides down to her neck, and his love nibbles continue. He feels her breathing becoming more ragged under his assault of soft kisses and bites, and then, without warning, he pushes his hips down toward the bed.
Zecora felt good; this is infinitely better. She offers little resistance. He knows first-hand that she's more than ready to receive him, and so he slips in smoothly and bottoms out almost before she can release a surprised squeak. For only a moment he lingers, relishing the sensation of being back inside the mare he loves, but then, he withdraws, only to dive back in a second later. He kisses her neck softly as instinct starts to take over.
His thrusts aren't gentle, but they aren't rough either. They're the perfect mixture of force and restraint, just enough to drive her wild without causing any sort of discomfort. He's learned a lot in the past few months, and he knows exactly how deep to penetrate and how hard to rut his wife so that she'll enjoy herself every step of the way.
Each thrust into her draws another adorable squeal or moan from the shy mare, and when the sound is that close to his ear, he gets a better appreciation for how good he's making her feel. It's wonderful for him too; her marehood is perfectly snug, incredibly wet, and very warm. He feels comfortable when he's inside her, like it's where he belongs. Right now, however, his primary concern is making sure she reaches her peak. He's already cum once tonight; now it's her turn.
Her wordless exclamations of pleasure yield the occasional words of encouragement, and cries of “Oh, Mac” and “Feels so good” only drive him to continue his vigorous pace. His left hand slides down past her shoulder and finds her bouncing breast; he holds it in place with a tight grip while his thumb and index finger grasp the nipple and twist it gently. She growls out an “Oh yes” as he teases her sensitive pink nub while his hips continue their work. Suddenly, she leans her head up to his ear and whispers, “Harder.”
He withdraws his lips from her shoulder, leaving her coat matted with moisture, and looks into her eyes. It's not often that she makes this request; he's always a little afraid when she does. He always fears that he'll hurt her by accident, but tonight, he can see a look in her soft blue eyes that reassures him more than her words every could. Trust. She trusts me. Just as confirmation, he asks, “You sure, Shy?”
In another husky whisper that sends his heart racing, she says, “Yes, Mac. Harder. Rut me harder.”
He smiles down at her, then gives her breast one final squeeze before putting his hand back on the bed. He's going to need it for support. He braces himself and pulls back until just the tip of his stallionhood remains inside. His eyes lock with Fluttershy's. “Ah love you.” The words flow from his lips an instant before he goes into overdrive.
If she tries to respond, it's replaced by shrieks of ecstasy as Macintosh rides his wife hard, plunging every last inch of his erection into her and back out again at a ferocious pace. He grunts out his own declarations of pleasure. Her marehood seems to clamp down on him every time he thrusts inside her, and it doesn't relinquish its grasp when he pulls out. She's incredibly wet and hot, and he can feel the heat inside her starting to rise with each descent. At the same time, his own pressure is mounting to new heights, and he knows that he can't last too long at this speed.
Fluttershy's head rolls from side to side, her pink mane flowing beneath her like a river. Her body slides back and forth atop the bed. “Mac! Mac! Oh, Mac!” She shouts his name each time he thrusts his member into her. He knows she's close. So is he. He grits his teeth and pushes harder. Her screams grow louder, ever louder, until at last they culminate in one final, shuddering moan of sheer bliss. His cock is gripped hard, nearly held in place, and a rush of liquid crashes against it. That's all that he can handle. Macintosh roars as he reaches his wall and bursts through it, burying himself inside his wife as deep as he can possibly go as the first of many spurts of seed pours out of him. Together, the couple writhes and twitches, shouting wordless proclamations of their love for one another as love fluids pour out of their bodies.
Macintosh makes sure to collapse slightly to the side so that he doesn't land directly on top of Fluttershy. He breathes in and out deeply; he's utterly spent. His wife's breathing matches his own, and he knows that she too is finished. He couldn't imagine a better end to their night of passion, however. A glance to the side shows that Zecora is still in the room, and her blush and smirk indicate that she's enjoyed the little show that Mac and Fluttershy put on. She catches his eye and winks at him. “I see now that your love is most sincere. I believe that my work is done here.”
Fluttershy stirs beneath Mac, and he scoots over slightly to allow her room to maneuver. She says to the zebra, “We really can't thank you enough, Zecora. If you're feeling alone, and you'd like to join us again, please don't hesitate to ask. Isn't that right, Mac?”
“Eeyup,” the big stallion replies. “It's really the least we can do t' show our appreciation.”
“I was worried it would cause a situation, but I see it has not affected your relation,” Zecora says with a smile. “I would be delighted to join you again; if the urge strikes, I will tell you when.” She gives the couple a quick nod and gathers up her clothes. “Now it is time for me to depart, but remember: keep each other in your heart.”
“Don't you worry 'bout that,” Mac says, smiling down at Fluttershy.
The pegasus responds with a smile of her own. “Oh, we will, Zecora. We will.”
With a brief wave, Zecora departs through the bedroom door. Macintosh leans down and kisses Fluttershy's neck one final time, but as he lifts his head up, suddenly he finds his progress halted by a pair of hands grasping him. He looks down to see a sultry grin on his wife's face and her arms looping around his neck. She pulls him down toward herself, and he meets her for a kiss. It starts out soft and tender, but soon, their tongues rub against one another. Mac feels his pulse quicken as he makes out with the yellow pegasus. She often has that effect on him.
The kiss breaks, and as Mac catches his breath, Fluttershy tilts her head to the side. “Mac?”
“Yes, Shy?”
“You know you're still inside me, right?”
A blush spreads across his cheeks. “Ah guess Ah am. Sorry 'bout that; did y'all wanna call it a night?”
She narrows her eyelids, and the corners of her mouth rise just enough to make Mac's heart skip a beat. “We don't have to if you don't want to.”
In lieu of words, he leans down and kisses her fiercely once again. As this one ends, he says, “Ah love you, Shy.”
“And I love you, Mac. So...round two?”
“Eeyup.”
