Fluttershy made her way once more down the winding pathway to Sweet Apple Acres. This time, she wasn’t looking for a confidant but she nonetheless had a purpose. One which, for the first time in the last five days, actually had her nervous. This wouldn’t be a first for her in many respects, but in at least one other, this would be an entirely new experience. Her next target bore not an ounce of the predictable femininity that she had grown used to, but instead was masculine to a fault. Fluttershy knew he would be gentle, knew he would treat her like a lady, but she was taken aback by the thought that her end goal was to be violently impaled upon one part of this particular male’s anatomy. This was definitely new for her.

As she walked down the path, a fuzzy red blob in the distance began to materialize into a familiar shape. A shiver that was equal parts feral anticipation and cognizant nervousness rattled her as she familiarized herself with the stocky stallion ahead of her. He was certainly a prize, if her limbic system was to be believed, but her rational mind vehemently disagreed. Why couldn’t she have settled for a meeker stallion?

“Howdy, Fluttershy!” Big Macintosh started, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Your sister said you might be looking for some company…” Fluttershy hinted.

“Ah, did she now?” Big Mac chuckled, “I’m figurin’ she didn’t exactly mean company by the dictionary definition, now did she?”

“Well, um… not specifically, no. There might have been some hidden meaning maybe…”

“Well I’ll be! If Fluttershy ain’t tryin’ to charm the pants off of me then I don’t know what’s goin’ on.”

“But you’re not wearing pants…” Fluttershy giggled.

“Eyyup, point taken.” Mac replied, “That don’t change the expression, though… I already know yer tryin’ to charm me, Shy.”

“Um well… not exactly, but I guess you could call it that if you really wanted, and … I mean…”

“Yer ramblin’.”

“Oh… Sorry.”

“Ya ain’t got nothin’ to apologize for. Fact I’d be honored to get to know ya a little better, if that’s what y’all got in mind.”

“Well… um… since you’ve seen right through my carefully constructed and multi-tiered plan… I suppose we can just get to it then…” Fluttershy cringed, stepping in front of Big Mac nervously, assuming the position. This was her worst fear realized. She was hoping to set the pace, but her stallion seemed to have his own agenda.

“Nonsense! What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t get to know ya before I,” Big Mac paused, trying his best not to fawn over the view, “Get to know ya.”

Fluttershy let go of a breath she didn’t know she had been holding on to. “That would be great. What did you have in mind?” she said, turning to face Big Mac once again.

“Well, why don’t we take this at yer pace? I can’t help but notice you might be just a mite bit nervous…” Big Mac suggested.

“M-Me? N-Nervous?” Fluttershy squeaked, her secret so easily revealed, “I have no idea what you could be talking about!”

“Ya don’t have to do this, Shy. AJ told me ‘bout you guys after a few rounds of cider, and I couldn’t help but notice that ya ain’t got no experience with stallions.”

“When did you become so observant?” Shy asked, incredulous.

“I’ve always been observant, but I ain’t usually a stallion of many words. Unless I’m rather taken with somepony…”

“Oh my… You couldn’t possibly mean me, could you?” Fluttershy joked, her confidence bolstered.

“I do believe you’re quite the attentive one as well.” Big Mac laughed in response.

“Well… I have an exemplary track record as far as …attending to things… goes.”

“I might have to personally assess such a claim. I mean that’s all pretty audacious comin’ from such a reserved individual.”

“Oh you must be mistaken…” Fluttershy grinned, “I think you’ll find that I am quite outgoing when it counts…”

“So what yer’ tellin’ me is that y’all are some kind of wonder in bed?”

“Your words, not mine. But why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and try and prove me wrong.”

“Well, I don’t have my bits on me, but I’d be glad to put somethin’ else where my mouth is, if’n ya’ catch my drift.”

“Ah, well um… If you’re sure, then I might just be persuaded to take you up on that offer.”

“Then shall we?” Big Mac inquired, leading the way towards the barn.

Fluttershy followed quickly behind, sizing up the stallion in front of her. Almost as if he could sense it, he put a little more pep into his canter, much to Fluttershy’s delight. He walked over to a very familiar pile of hay, and turned back to face her. “Getting that Deja ‘vu feeling? Almost like you’ve done this before, maybe in this exact pile of hay?”

“And what, might I ask, have you done yourself in this pile of hay?”

“I certainly couldn’t detect the sweet floral fragrance of a certain pastel pony when I just so happened to be taking a nap here the other day.”

“And you definitely didn’t get excited from not smelling this certain mare’s scent, did you?”

“Most definitely not. I certainly didn’t fantasize about what it would be like to go for a roll in the hay right here.”

“Well that’s good, because I certainly wouldn’t want you to be disappointed by how woefully incomplete any fantasy would be in comparison to the real thing.”

“Oh? I’ll have you know this hypothetical fantasy was rather elaborate, and mighty satisfactory.”

“Well did this happen in your fantasy?” Fluttershy asked, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Not exactly, but something a little more like this happened,” Big Mac responded, kissing Fluttershy back squarely on the lips. The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue hesitating as if he were asking for permission. Fluttershy responded in kind, pressing back against his tongue with her own. They remained interlocked in their embrace for a number of minutes, getting lost in their exchange.

Fluttershy pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, “I’m sure that’s not where your fantasy stopped, was it.”

“I have no reckoning whatsoever of anything of the sort.”

“Let me rekindle that memory, then.” Fluttershy said, moving forward and nuzzling against Big Mac’s side before sneaking between his legs. She nuzzled against his sheath until his stallionhood started to peek out. She nuzzled it lovingly as it grew to full mast. The whole while, Big Mac simply stood there awestruck, letting Fluttershy work her magic.

She watched as he neared his full and impressive length. His member twitched against his belly instinctually, a bead of wetness already appearing at the tip.

“Well you certainly live up to expectations,” Fluttershy giggled, “now would you be a good little colt and roll over for me?”

“I uh…” Big Mac froze. He shuddered a little bit, taken aback by the sheer power in her voice. He quickly found himself lying on his back, watching as Fluttershy drank in the stallion below her. She was intoxicated by the sight of the strong, confident stallion reduced to a quivering, submissive little thing.

“Now I know this didn’t happen in your little fantasy, did it?” Fluttershy laughed, “I bet you were the one who was holding the reigns. But don’t worry, I told you the reality would be so much better.” She settled between his legs once more, playing along his impressive length with a hoof.

“F-Fluttershy! Where did all this confidence come from?” Big Mac asked, utterly confused by the mare before him.

“When I see how I make such a polite and reserved gentlecolt all hot and bothered, I can’t help but be so sure of myself.” Fluttershy reasoned, “Does it excite you? Being entirely, wholly, completely at the mercy of a pony who normally couldn’t maintain eye contact with you for more than a second?”

“E-eyyup” He gulped, Fluttershy rewarding his honesty with another stroke of her hoof.

“Do you want me to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before?”

“If’n you don’t mind doin’ it, I’d appreciate…” he started, sharply cut off by Fluttershy’s mouth descending on his member. She swallowed her fear, and then swallowed his member, quickly embracing the majority of his shaft with her mouth and throat. “Sweet Apple Buckin’ Celestia, where n’ Tartarus did you learn to do that?”

Fluttershy looked up at him with an expression that somehow exactly conveyed the thought that he would rather she not answer that right now, lest she have to deny him the pleasure he was experiencing for even a second. She quickly dismissed the notion of stopping to answer his question, and went back to concentrating on the stallion below her. Her mouth bobbed up and down, a pause coming in her rhythm every few cycles as she caught her breath. She could feel Big Mac swelling inside her throat, making it harder and harder to breathe, and in turn making it more and more exciting for her. She enjoyed the fact that she could do something so self-sacrificing while still exerting so much control; she was still the element of kindness, but that didn’t mean she had to be the element of submissiveness. The turgid rod of flesh in her throat was a constant reminder of how well-received her dominance truly was.

Big Mac on the other hand was feeling something totally new to him. He was in no way domineering, but he didn’t need to be when his stature and maturity commanded respect wherever he went. Seeing Fluttershy throw that out the metaphorical window stirred feelings he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had finally met someone who didn’t mind subverting his unspoken authority, someone who knew better than him and wasn’t afraid to say so. Fluttershy was putting him in his place, and he loved every second of it. He could feel her throat rippling as she tried her best to swallow around the ever-growing flare of his head, he could sense her delight every time his shaft throbbed in need. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take before he blew his load.

“Shy, I think I’m getting close.” He said, shuddering as she kicked up the pace. Her response was a simple moan, making her throat vibrate around his length. He involuntarily began bucking his hips as his peak was only seconds away, pushing himself further and deeper with each thrust. Almost as if she could sense the exact moment he would come, Fluttershy pulled away, leaving him thrusting his hips into the air helplessly.

“You naughty little pony, trying to make yourself come without permission.” Fluttershy admonished, pressing his incredibly hard shaft against his stomach with a hoof. “Now do you promise me you won’t give out on me after just one go? Because it would be a shame if you couldn’t get it back up just when I needed it most.”

“I uh… doubt I’ll be out of the game for quite a while.” Big Mac replied, certain that if he could stay hard for anypony, it was the mare in front of him.

“Then I guess I can give you what you want.” Fluttershy conceded. She started stroking along his length with a hoof, still pressing it hard against his stomach. She watched as his head flared even further signaling his pent-up need. She let up on his member, watching it spring back up from his stomach. She once again took the tip into her mouth, and suckled gently on his head. It stretched her mouth as wide as it could be stretched, and Fluttershy delighted in the pleasant feeling of his tip throbbing against her cheeks. She suckled on his tip, causing him to shudder in delight.

“Fluttershy, I-I’m going to…” Big Mac started, “H-Here it comes!”

Fluttershy shuddered as she felt the first few ropes paint her mouth white. She drew off his length, allowing the next several spurts to land amongst her face and hair. She was surprised by the sheer volume of it, as he just kept spurting. A couple jets landed on his stomach as she pushed his shaft back down and rubbed it with a vigor, causing his orgasm to multiply in intensity. He sprayed a couple especially thick shots across his chest, some even landing on his face. As his orgasm came to an end, the previous geysers turned into a slow trickle as the last of his seed evacuated itself.

Fluttershy took a moment to concentrate on his taste. She definitely had tasted nothing like it before. It was salty, yet at the same moment somehow bitter. She wasn’t overwhelmed with the taste, but the thought of such a virile fluid overcame any shortcoming. She swallowed what had landed in her mouth, and wiped what she could off her face and hair.

“Sweet motherbuckin’ Celestia, ‘Shy, that was… I’ve never felt like that before. I uh… never came that much before, even managed to get some in my hair.”

“You’re welcome! Would you mind repaying the favor, though?” Fluttershy asked, her dominance tempered by her need.

“What kinda’ gentlecolt would I be if I just left you all pent up after I got my sweet release?” he obliged, “I’ve certainly got a responsibility to make y’all feel good in reciprocity.”

“Maybe a little faster… If you don’t mind?”

“Ah, sorry ‘Shy. I’ll get right to it. Just go ahead and roll on’ta yer haunches there…” Big Mac started, watching Fluttershy roll onto her side and spread her hindlegs ever so slightly. He caught a glimpse of the darker skin at her nethers and shuddered. He’d seen mares before; Celestia knows with the country raising that Applejack and Applebloom both got, he’d seen them both more times than he could count, but on Fluttershy, something just seemed more feminine, more arousing.

“Big Mac? You’re staring.” Fluttershy deadpanned in a confusingly polite manner, “You can get a better view up close.”

He shook his head as if he were snapping out of a trance, and she giggled at his confusion. He sauntered over towards her hind end, and rubbed his muzzle against her thigh. He could already feel the warmth between her legs, and she was getting closer and closer to pure insanity from all of this waiting.

“Please stop teasing me, Big Mac! I’m so worked up right now, and I need you to use that big, strong mouth of yours to make it better. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait before I…” she froze as Big Mac finally made contact. First just his snout against her slit, but the sheer pleasure shocked her so much. “Ah… I don’t know why I’m so worked up right now. I was perfectly fine when it was your sister. But then again, I didn’t make your sister cum all over her face.”

A sudden streak of emotion hit Big Mac, a mix of embarrassment and competitiveness; he had to outperform his sister, but it seemed in every regard where he didn’t want to outperform her, he already had. The two conflicting feelings warred in his mind, driving him to mindlessly redouble his efforts, lapping at Fluttershy as if he were some feral beast.

“Oh Celestia, even your tongue is big,” Fluttershy whimpered, “W-whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.”

Her words registered to him as a vote of confidence, reassuring him that he could in fact rut the petite yellow Pegasus before him even better than his strong, shapely, talented sister had. He imagined that if he were doing this to her, she would be writhing and screaming his name in that sultry southern drawl. Fuck, what was he thinking, that’s his sister, his own flesh and blood. He froze.

“What’s wrong Big Mac?” Fluttershy asked, genuinely concerned, “Why’d you stop?”

“I-It’s nothing AJ – I mean Fluttershy.” He responded quickly, hoping she hadn’t caught his slip.

“AJ huh?” Fluttershy asked, “Mind wander a little bit there?”

“Um… yeah, guess it did.” He admitted, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Big Mac, you’re not disappointing anypony here. If anything you’ve given me a reason to come back to Apple Acres in the future.”

“W-well, I kinda ruined the mood, didn’t I?”

“Nonsense. I’m wetter now with the idea of rutting you and your sister at the same time than I was before. Even if your tongue is a magical appendage that I would give my cutie marks to feel again.”

“Oh… uh… that’s s’posed to be a hint, ain’t it?”

Fluttershy nodded vigorously, her cheeks flushed.

“Then yer total comes up to one pair of cutie marks, Miss Fluttershy.” Big Mac said, rubbing his hooves against the softness of her smooth coat, tracing over the three butterflies that lie on each side.

“There we go, that’s a sta—”

Big Mac dove back in without warning. He had lost time to make up for and a slip of the tongue that needed to be corrected with more calculated tongue work. Broad, slow strokes that traced from bottom to top; quick, precise licks that concentrated on that oh-so-sensitive nub at the apex of her slit; deep, forceful laps that spread her marehood wide and gave him access to the depths he so soon hoped to plumb.

“Y-You keep that up and I-I’m gonna c-come too fast.”

Nonsense, Big Mac thought; there’s no such thing as coming too fast, just not coming often enough. He knew he’d have to wait a while anyway until his lance could recover from the show it had just finished putting on.

“S-Seriously Big Mac… If you don’t slow down I’ll…” she began, noticing the carnal glint in his eyes as he concentrated all his efforts into a siege on her increasingly sensitive clit. “Fff— Oh Celestia h-here it… A-ah, Big Mac!”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down or bask in his success. He just continued his work, swapping techniques occasionally to keep Fluttershy on edge, even if she couldn’t think through the brain-melting orgasm he had brought her.

“S-stop Big Mac… I’m t-to sensitive. I-if you keep going I’m just going to keep coming over and over and…” she froze, shuddering violently as her prophecy began to self-fulfill, “Aah… P-please. I-I can’t h-handle a third.”

Big Mac showed no sign of stopping and Fluttershy, for all her talk, was grinding her hips into his muzzle with ungodly force. He had a plan though. In the back of his mind he remembered the apprehensions she held about what would come next, and maybe he had a plan to make it more bearable.

“Oh my… h-here it c-comes. D-don’t stop!” she begged. He, as before, didn’t listen. Her eyes went through several different emotions rapid-fire, one after another: confusion, frustration, anger, hunger. She snapped. Rolling forward onto her feet she practically threw Big Mac onto his back, getting ready to straddle his face and ride him until she passed out. But then she saw another much more enticing target. Big Mac’s stallionhood was once more standing proudly at attention and she knew it was the key to getting what she wanted.

“C-careful, Fluttershy… S-sometimes yer first time can hur—” he had no time to finish his sentence before she was impaled upon him. Be it by luck or her inability to feel anything but pleasure, she didn’t feel even the slightest inkling of pain as he found his way inside her. The only thing she felt was intense, unescapable euphoria as she lowered herself down upon him. Then it hit; his head scraped past something she didn’t even believe existed and it felt simultaneously as if there were a flood and fire going through her entire body. Her hindlegs gave out and she, for a brief moment tried to hold herself up with her forehooves until the sensation was too much. In one swift motion she went from a modest four inches of length inside of her to the entire throbbing, swelling length. She screamed louder than she’d ever screamed before. Somehow that entire length had fit inside her and she was still alive, she could see the bulge in her stomach but even more she could feel every inch of it inside her. Every pulsing vein as Big Mac’s heart beat out of its chest, every fiery spurt as Big Mac’s stallionhood sated its evolutionary need to lubricate her as best it could.

She didn’t have the strength to get up, so she did the only thing she could do from this position. She shifted forward, allowing some of his member to slip free, and she kissed him, driving her tongue forward to mingle with his. Whether intentionally or by instinct, he began to press his hips forward slightly, attempting to sink himself in her once more. Once he succeeded in burying himself to the hilt, his hips receded and he formed a steady pace of hammering his point home. As he picked up speed, she began to recover her energy bit by bit, adding enough motion for him to now hit that same delightful spot on every thrust. She didn’t know how she had suddenly gotten so far from that earlier peak, but she felt it building inside her once more. Also building inside her was the flared head of Big Mac’s stallionhood. Each thrust offered slightly more resistance than the last as he grew larger and she gripped him tighter. Tapping reserves of strength that, even as a farmhand, he didn’t know he had, he drove himself deep inside her, a staccato rhythm of impact, harmonized by his grunts of effort and her moans of passion.

Then just as suddenly as their mating started, it reached its fever point. She screamed once more with the same glass-shattering intensity, her insides clamping firmly on their amicable invader lest it find its way free. His flare reached its maximum intensity, overcoming the resistance of her vice-like hold on him and spreading her in ways biology had prepared her for but psychology hadn’t. Then the inevitable onslaught of Big Mac’s essence swept inside her, a tsunami that destroyed every levee in its way charting a path straight for her unsullied womb.

In the haze of her climax, she could feel, discretely, the warmth spreading inside her, surging first forward until it became too much to hold, and then doubling back and slipping around the near-impenetrable seal of his flare. However, it seemed to her as if his warmth was spreading not only through her womb, but also her entire body, warm tickles of sensation playing along her stomach, her chest, her legs, and then cascading over her mind like nothing she had ever felt before. In that moment she was sure this was going to be the sensation that killed her, but she resigned that if it was, she would die a happy mare.

However, the universe had more in store for dear Fluttershy, and after some amount of time Fluttershy couldn’t even begin to quantify, she opened her eyes once more to see the warm smile of the wonderful, strong, kind, gentle, incomparable stallion below her.

“I don’t know about you, but I found that to be mighty tyrin’. I think I’d like to fall asleep just like this.”

Fluttershy shifted so that her back was up against the warmth of Big Mac’s stomach, his length still trapped inside her with no hope of escaping soon. “How about like this instead?”

“With me still inside of ya?”

“You’re not ever allowed to pull out, you hear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And one more thing, try not to cum inside me while I’m asleep…”

“I-I…”

“If you want to come inside me again, just make sure I’m awake.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Fuck, AJ, that’s gotta be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rainbow Dash whispered, moving back from the edge of the barn’s loft, “and just look at me, not a lot compares.”

“Mmm… You’re damn right, about both parts.” Applejack agreed, tousling her lover’s hair.

“I thought for sure they were gonna notice us.”

“Hey, we were here first, they should’a checked.”

“…especially the part where you came as soon as he said your name. And I mean my tongue may be fantastic, but its not that fantastic.”

“Shut up, it was just a coincidence. He’s my own brother.”

“Whatever you say. But if you ever decide to knock horseshoes with him, you make sure and get me in on the action too.”

“I thought you didn’t like stallions that way?”

“I like anything you like, sugarcube” Rainbow teased, watching AJ blush furiously, “and if ‘Shy liked it that much, well, I’ll try anything once.”

“How does the idea of me bucking my brother sound so much sexier when you’re the one talking about it?”

“Everything is sexier when I’m involved.” Rainbow Dash beamed, “Now why don’t we sneak out of here before they notice. We can go take a nice, warm shower. Together.”

Author's Note

Whew, It's been a long time ~~cumming~~ coming, but it's finally here.

I honestly have no clue if I'm going to churn out any more material at any kind of remotely acceptable clip, so don't get your hopes up. But I'll try my best! Please don't yell at me.

I also have a dilemma; In my mind, this whole thing takes place fairly early in the series, as in even Discord isn't a problem yet. The issue, though, is that I kinda maybe want to bring in everyone's favorite bugpone. But that won't be whats up next. In the next few chapters, sibling rivalry ensues, and orange you gonna be glad you red it. On the sunny side, it'll let Fluttershy demoonstrate that ~~love~~ copious amounts of sex conquers all.