Emitting Loveby FlakyChaptersChapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 1Chapter 2“Phew, she’s gone…” Fluttershy quietly said as Rarity was no longer seen at her cottage. Big Macintosh was sat on the chair with his Tesco sausage out. “Come on, Fluttershy, it ain’t gonna suck itself, ya’know.” “Sorry, Big Mac,” whispered Fluttershy, shutting all of the windows, switching on all of the lights in her living room and making sure no pony was around. She started to lick the top of Big Mac’s Findus, feeling ticklish to the stallion and making him laugh and move his back legs. Fluttershy finally gained a bit of confidence and started to fill her mouth with Big Mac’s rod, arousing only the female, and giving her a personality never before seen from the shy pegasus. It was like a horrible fanfiction where she was out of character while she had sex with an OC. “Are you enjoying it Big Mac!?” muffled Fluttershy, who was more than happy to be sucking on the steed. “Nnope,” replied the unaroused Big Mac. Fluttershy did all she can to stimulate the horse, but nothing. Suddenly, the lolli was in too deep, triggering her entire body to vomit. She regurgitated a mix of hay, cupcakes, pineapple and semen from an unknown pony whose penis was not as large or strong as Big Mac’s, hence why it existed in Fluttershy’s stomach, and now in her bile. She however did not stop sucking. The vomit finally managed to arouse Big Mac. The sick pegasus’ vomiting was going to make Big Mac cum. The puking session stopped, however Big Mac’s cock was covered in the toxic-smelling barf, keeping it erect. “Keep sucking, Fluttershy!” shouted Big Mac in pleasure, unleashing new behaviour from his sexual joy. He was even able to squirt his seed out thanks to the spew stew. “Oh, Fluttershy…” shouted Big Mac while bullets were shooting out of his pistol and landing in Fluttershy’s throat. “…and your puke! I love both of you!” “Oh, Big Mac, I love you too!” responded Fluttershy, who was given a heavy load by her squirting mate. This heavy load was going to trigger her sickness again, later. Fluttershy had cleaned herself, and is regaining her shy nature again. She ate the food Rarity had given her, due to the loss of energy during her oral presentation with Big Mac. She even shared the food with the stallion. 10 minutes later, Big Mac’s heavy seed triggered the mare to throw up again. Big Mac took the bowl of fruit from the table and forced Fluttershy to look down and unleash her liquidated stomach contents into the bowl. Big Mac’s horse hormones were making him stimulated from the raining retch from Fluttershy’s digestive system. “Big Mac, why are you…” Fluttershy struggled to say, stopped by her hurling. “…why are you collecting my vomit?” He emptied Rarity’s picnic basket, placed the bile bowl in it, and ran back to Sweet Apple Acres, without going through Ponyville, so he would not be caught by the unicorn whose basket he is stealing, and trying to be steady so none of the liquid would spill out of the basket. He jumped over the rivers, trespassed through all of the forests and creeped behind all of the homes. As he creeped behind Rarity’s boutique, a pink earth pony’s legs were seen by his green eyes. “HEY, BIG MAC!” shouted the party pony. “WHATCHA GOT IN THERE?” “None of your beeswax, Pinkie, I got an important job to do!” responded the red bucker. “OKAY, HAVE FUN!” concluded Pinkie, jumping back to the front of the boutique to talk to her friends. Finally arriving at his home in Sweet Apple Acres, he was greeted by her eldest but younger sister, Applejack. “Heya, Big Macintosh!” shouted the orange and noble mare in a welcoming tone. “What’s the rush for?” Big Mac did not respond to her. Instead, he charged into the house and then to his room, exhausting him along with the long run from his soulmate’s abode and the sexual frustration from one’s upchucking. Finally able to have some rest, he laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling of his room and then at the basket. He never thought he would get hard over nauseous waste. Chapter 3Night came, Granny Smith was asleep, and there would be no chance of her hearing any hoof-steps. Applejack and Apple Bloom were sleeping in their own bedrooms, in their own equestrian dream worlds. Big Mac was wide awake, not being able to sleep thanks to his erect stick. He removed the bowl, with its stench, from the basket and placed the liquescent spoil in a larger bowl that would fit any stallion’s shaft. Fluttershy’s vomit surprisingly had filled quarter of the larger bowl. “Dangit, Flutta-shy, how much did you actually upchuck!?” He disregarded the excessive amount and began humping the regurgitation. The spew sloshed and slashed around the bowl and Big Mac’s hose. He was instantly excited in a sexual way. Some of the fluid had dripped out and slurped inside his urethra, which he was unaware of. The mix of food and cum felt great to Big Macintosh. He was going to treasure this vomit forever, even if the girls complained. Apple Bloom and Granny Smith were fast asleep. Apple Bloom was dreaming about gaining a cutie mark in apple bucking, like her brother, sister and grandmother before her. Granny Smith was fantasizing about being young again, in her sleep. Applejack had just woken up and had to go for what she said was the “greatest piss ever”. She was wondering where those rhythmic sloshing and tapping noises were coming from. She walked nearer to the source, which was Big Mac’s room. She leaned her ear to the door to hear the noises. They had suddenly stopped as this was the time that the stallion was climaxing and unleashing his liquid life. He wasn’t unable to get up, but he couldn’t bother from moving from his love. Applejack swiftly opened the door to see the end of horse-on-bowl of vomit action. Big Mac held a shocked expression now he has been caught in the act. Applejack was furious at her brother’s supposed sexual attraction to inanimate things. “BIG MAC, WHAT IS IT WIT’CHA KINK FOR NON-MOVING THINGS!?” scowled an angry Applejack. “FIRST IT WAS TWILIGHT’S SMARTY PANTS, THAT SHE GAVE TO YA AND CASTED A SPELL UPON TO MAKE IT FUCKABLE BY YOUR STANDARDS… because she’s a good friend and all that… NOW THIS… YOU ARE FUCKING A BOWL!?” Big Mac was speechless at this point. “Wait a minute… what’s that smell?” She moved the bowl from her brother’s horse meat to see a mixture of regurgitation and ejaculation. “Hold on… IT WASN’T THE BOWL, IT WAS THE REGURGITATE!” Applejack fumed, in an fuming tone again. “BIG MAC, WHY ARE YA NOT INTO ACTUAL PONIES!? NOT EVEN ME! DID WE RAISE YOU WRONG!? IS THIS WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO INSTEAD OF IMPORTANT WORKING, LIKE, LIKE, APPLE BUCKING!” “Now you shut your mouth, sister!” responded Big Macintosh. “This will only happen during mah break,ah would never let Smarty Pants or that lovely, sexy upchuck… get in the way of mah job!” “But… but… it’s midnight! Y’coulda woken Apple Bloom or poor Granny Smith wit’cha racket!” fumed his sister again. “Y-y’know what? We’ll talk about this tomorrow!” Big Macintosh could not sleep that night. “Ah… Ah can’t control my fetishes…” he quietly spoke to himself. “Maybe they ain’t right for the average pony like me…” He dosed off into his dream world, which turned into an exaggerated dream of him performing intercourse with the larger Smarty Pants plush that Twilight casted spells upon, creating a patch of wetness on the duvet and blanket whose source was his dowel that night. Celestia raised the sun while Luna descended the moon. Big Mac woke up depressed from what had happened with him and Applejack. On the floor was coffee and apple pie baked by the orange pony in conjunction with the Cakes and Pinkie Pie. He gobbled the pie, which tasted delicious in his opinion, and drank the coffee, buzzing him so he can be detached from his bed. To his wonder appeared the mare he argued with. “Look, Big Mac, Ah know you may still be mad at me but… Am sorry,” Applejack apologised to her brother. “Ah should’ve accepted that you… uh… love other things… now I understand why Twilight was kind enough to grow Smarty Pants and give it to ya.” “It’s okay,” the stallion answered to his honest sibling. “Wanna go apple bucking? I need to repay you for the racket I made last night,” he asked. The two collected apples by bucking them with their back hooves and dropping them inside clean baskets. The end. Author's Note THERE ARE PARAGRAPHS THO Chapter 1Fluttershy was sitting in her cottage, waiting for a large red stallion to appear at her doorstep. She sat and watched her bunny, Angel, preparing the living room for the two equines. The rabbit was exhausted, clearing the area for her master. Shortly after he was done, a few knocks were heard from the door. She opened the door, smiling and hoping for that strong bucker to appear at her face, but ended up in disappointment as she saw her fashionable friend Rarity appear in front of her. “Fluttershy, darling, is this true?” asked the pale white unicorn who walked into her friend’s cottage with a picnic basket full of food and a blanket. “Are you really dating Big Macintosh? Applejack’s brother?” Fluttershy confirmed. “Yeah, you can… can put it that way… we’re dating.” “Well I’m glad I didn’t waste my time making this gorgeous picnic set!” Rarity exclaimed in a joyous manner as she laid out the blanket and laid out the food and plates. Fluttershy wanted to point out it wasn’t that type of date, but she was happy at the kind gesture, so she let her do it anyway. “Wow, Rarity, um, this is great…” softly spoke the pegasus. “So have you heard Pinkie Pie’s rumour?” said Rarity to her yellow fellow after she had set up the picnic goods. “There are these strange, obese, unattractive beings from another dimension, she says, who watch us from… somewhere… she didn’t explain how… but they aren’t happy about Twilight being an alicorn.” “Oh my,” responded Fluttershy. Rarity continued talking about Pinkie’s fascinating discovery. “She also says orange, cheesy powder rains from their faces, and they have a hose full of white goo… they are weird aliens if I say so mysel—“ Knocks were heard again, interrupting the unicorn’s chatter. She opened the door using her magic to see the stallion Fluttershy was waiting for. “Oh, hey, Big Macintosh!” greeted Rarity. “Fluttershy and I were having a bit of gossip. You know us mares.” “Eeyup,” replied Big Macintosh. He walked in as soon as Rarity got out of the way, Fluttershy blushing happily. “Well, I better leave you two alone now, don’t want to be in the way of your date or anything…” Rarity let out a goodbye, and walked back to the central of Ponyville, where her home, doubling as a fashion boutique, resided. Fluttershy and Big Mac watched her leave, before they removed all of the picnic stuff Rarity had given.
Chapter 2“Phew, she’s gone…” Fluttershy quietly said as Rarity was no longer seen at her cottage. Big Macintosh was sat on the chair with his Tesco sausage out. “Come on, Fluttershy, it ain’t gonna suck itself, ya’know.” “Sorry, Big Mac,” whispered Fluttershy, shutting all of the windows, switching on all of the lights in her living room and making sure no pony was around. She started to lick the top of Big Mac’s Findus, feeling ticklish to the stallion and making him laugh and move his back legs. Fluttershy finally gained a bit of confidence and started to fill her mouth with Big Mac’s rod, arousing only the female, and giving her a personality never before seen from the shy pegasus. It was like a horrible fanfiction where she was out of character while she had sex with an OC. “Are you enjoying it Big Mac!?” muffled Fluttershy, who was more than happy to be sucking on the steed. “Nnope,” replied the unaroused Big Mac. Fluttershy did all she can to stimulate the horse, but nothing. Suddenly, the lolli was in too deep, triggering her entire body to vomit. She regurgitated a mix of hay, cupcakes, pineapple and semen from an unknown pony whose penis was not as large or strong as Big Mac’s, hence why it existed in Fluttershy’s stomach, and now in her bile. She however did not stop sucking. The vomit finally managed to arouse Big Mac. The sick pegasus’ vomiting was going to make Big Mac cum. The puking session stopped, however Big Mac’s cock was covered in the toxic-smelling barf, keeping it erect. “Keep sucking, Fluttershy!” shouted Big Mac in pleasure, unleashing new behaviour from his sexual joy. He was even able to squirt his seed out thanks to the spew stew. “Oh, Fluttershy…” shouted Big Mac while bullets were shooting out of his pistol and landing in Fluttershy’s throat. “…and your puke! I love both of you!” “Oh, Big Mac, I love you too!” responded Fluttershy, who was given a heavy load by her squirting mate. This heavy load was going to trigger her sickness again, later. Fluttershy had cleaned herself, and is regaining her shy nature again. She ate the food Rarity had given her, due to the loss of energy during her oral presentation with Big Mac. She even shared the food with the stallion. 10 minutes later, Big Mac’s heavy seed triggered the mare to throw up again. Big Mac took the bowl of fruit from the table and forced Fluttershy to look down and unleash her liquidated stomach contents into the bowl. Big Mac’s horse hormones were making him stimulated from the raining retch from Fluttershy’s digestive system. “Big Mac, why are you…” Fluttershy struggled to say, stopped by her hurling. “…why are you collecting my vomit?” He emptied Rarity’s picnic basket, placed the bile bowl in it, and ran back to Sweet Apple Acres, without going through Ponyville, so he would not be caught by the unicorn whose basket he is stealing, and trying to be steady so none of the liquid would spill out of the basket. He jumped over the rivers, trespassed through all of the forests and creeped behind all of the homes. As he creeped behind Rarity’s boutique, a pink earth pony’s legs were seen by his green eyes. “HEY, BIG MAC!” shouted the party pony. “WHATCHA GOT IN THERE?” “None of your beeswax, Pinkie, I got an important job to do!” responded the red bucker. “OKAY, HAVE FUN!” concluded Pinkie, jumping back to the front of the boutique to talk to her friends. Finally arriving at his home in Sweet Apple Acres, he was greeted by her eldest but younger sister, Applejack. “Heya, Big Macintosh!” shouted the orange and noble mare in a welcoming tone. “What’s the rush for?” Big Mac did not respond to her. Instead, he charged into the house and then to his room, exhausting him along with the long run from his soulmate’s abode and the sexual frustration from one’s upchucking. Finally able to have some rest, he laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling of his room and then at the basket. He never thought he would get hard over nauseous waste.
Chapter 3Night came, Granny Smith was asleep, and there would be no chance of her hearing any hoof-steps. Applejack and Apple Bloom were sleeping in their own bedrooms, in their own equestrian dream worlds. Big Mac was wide awake, not being able to sleep thanks to his erect stick. He removed the bowl, with its stench, from the basket and placed the liquescent spoil in a larger bowl that would fit any stallion’s shaft. Fluttershy’s vomit surprisingly had filled quarter of the larger bowl. “Dangit, Flutta-shy, how much did you actually upchuck!?” He disregarded the excessive amount and began humping the regurgitation. The spew sloshed and slashed around the bowl and Big Mac’s hose. He was instantly excited in a sexual way. Some of the fluid had dripped out and slurped inside his urethra, which he was unaware of. The mix of food and cum felt great to Big Macintosh. He was going to treasure this vomit forever, even if the girls complained. Apple Bloom and Granny Smith were fast asleep. Apple Bloom was dreaming about gaining a cutie mark in apple bucking, like her brother, sister and grandmother before her. Granny Smith was fantasizing about being young again, in her sleep. Applejack had just woken up and had to go for what she said was the “greatest piss ever”. She was wondering where those rhythmic sloshing and tapping noises were coming from. She walked nearer to the source, which was Big Mac’s room. She leaned her ear to the door to hear the noises. They had suddenly stopped as this was the time that the stallion was climaxing and unleashing his liquid life. He wasn’t unable to get up, but he couldn’t bother from moving from his love. Applejack swiftly opened the door to see the end of horse-on-bowl of vomit action. Big Mac held a shocked expression now he has been caught in the act. Applejack was furious at her brother’s supposed sexual attraction to inanimate things. “BIG MAC, WHAT IS IT WIT’CHA KINK FOR NON-MOVING THINGS!?” scowled an angry Applejack. “FIRST IT WAS TWILIGHT’S SMARTY PANTS, THAT SHE GAVE TO YA AND CASTED A SPELL UPON TO MAKE IT FUCKABLE BY YOUR STANDARDS… because she’s a good friend and all that… NOW THIS… YOU ARE FUCKING A BOWL!?” Big Mac was speechless at this point. “Wait a minute… what’s that smell?” She moved the bowl from her brother’s horse meat to see a mixture of regurgitation and ejaculation. “Hold on… IT WASN’T THE BOWL, IT WAS THE REGURGITATE!” Applejack fumed, in an fuming tone again. “BIG MAC, WHY ARE YA NOT INTO ACTUAL PONIES!? NOT EVEN ME! DID WE RAISE YOU WRONG!? IS THIS WHAT YOU’RE GONNA DO INSTEAD OF IMPORTANT WORKING, LIKE, LIKE, APPLE BUCKING!” “Now you shut your mouth, sister!” responded Big Macintosh. “This will only happen during mah break,ah would never let Smarty Pants or that lovely, sexy upchuck… get in the way of mah job!” “But… but… it’s midnight! Y’coulda woken Apple Bloom or poor Granny Smith wit’cha racket!” fumed his sister again. “Y-y’know what? We’ll talk about this tomorrow!” Big Macintosh could not sleep that night. “Ah… Ah can’t control my fetishes…” he quietly spoke to himself. “Maybe they ain’t right for the average pony like me…” He dosed off into his dream world, which turned into an exaggerated dream of him performing intercourse with the larger Smarty Pants plush that Twilight casted spells upon, creating a patch of wetness on the duvet and blanket whose source was his dowel that night. Celestia raised the sun while Luna descended the moon. Big Mac woke up depressed from what had happened with him and Applejack. On the floor was coffee and apple pie baked by the orange pony in conjunction with the Cakes and Pinkie Pie. He gobbled the pie, which tasted delicious in his opinion, and drank the coffee, buzzing him so he can be detached from his bed. To his wonder appeared the mare he argued with. “Look, Big Mac, Ah know you may still be mad at me but… Am sorry,” Applejack apologised to her brother. “Ah should’ve accepted that you… uh… love other things… now I understand why Twilight was kind enough to grow Smarty Pants and give it to ya.” “It’s okay,” the stallion answered to his honest sibling. “Wanna go apple bucking? I need to repay you for the racket I made last night,” he asked. The two collected apples by bucking them with their back hooves and dropping them inside clean baskets. The end. Author's Note THERE ARE PARAGRAPHS THO
Chapter 1Fluttershy was sitting in her cottage, waiting for a large red stallion to appear at her doorstep. She sat and watched her bunny, Angel, preparing the living room for the two equines. The rabbit was exhausted, clearing the area for her master. Shortly after he was done, a few knocks were heard from the door. She opened the door, smiling and hoping for that strong bucker to appear at her face, but ended up in disappointment as she saw her fashionable friend Rarity appear in front of her. “Fluttershy, darling, is this true?” asked the pale white unicorn who walked into her friend’s cottage with a picnic basket full of food and a blanket. “Are you really dating Big Macintosh? Applejack’s brother?” Fluttershy confirmed. “Yeah, you can… can put it that way… we’re dating.” “Well I’m glad I didn’t waste my time making this gorgeous picnic set!” Rarity exclaimed in a joyous manner as she laid out the blanket and laid out the food and plates. Fluttershy wanted to point out it wasn’t that type of date, but she was happy at the kind gesture, so she let her do it anyway. “Wow, Rarity, um, this is great…” softly spoke the pegasus. “So have you heard Pinkie Pie’s rumour?” said Rarity to her yellow fellow after she had set up the picnic goods. “There are these strange, obese, unattractive beings from another dimension, she says, who watch us from… somewhere… she didn’t explain how… but they aren’t happy about Twilight being an alicorn.” “Oh my,” responded Fluttershy. Rarity continued talking about Pinkie’s fascinating discovery. “She also says orange, cheesy powder rains from their faces, and they have a hose full of white goo… they are weird aliens if I say so mysel—“ Knocks were heard again, interrupting the unicorn’s chatter. She opened the door using her magic to see the stallion Fluttershy was waiting for. “Oh, hey, Big Macintosh!” greeted Rarity. “Fluttershy and I were having a bit of gossip. You know us mares.” “Eeyup,” replied Big Macintosh. He walked in as soon as Rarity got out of the way, Fluttershy blushing happily. “Well, I better leave you two alone now, don’t want to be in the way of your date or anything…” Rarity let out a goodbye, and walked back to the central of Ponyville, where her home, doubling as a fashion boutique, resided. Fluttershy and Big Mac watched her leave, before they removed all of the picnic stuff Rarity had given.
