Iron Will makes a porno

Fluttershy and Iron Will returned from lunch all smiles, chatting animatedly with one another as they strolled into the studio again. Sapphire Shores was waiting for the two of them, noting their new casual friendliness.

“Well hey there you two. Looks like you had a good lunch. Did you have a little... 'protein shake' like Photo's probably getting right now?” She gave the pair a lascivious wink to indicate the nature of the protein in question.

Fluttershy's face sprang into a small blush, though her wings also fluttered up just a touch. “N-no, nothing like that! We were in the studio commissary, sharing a salad and talking about the script, and things he could do to look good on camera. I may be a porn star but that doesn't make me a slut,” She said, “We just met today! I've barely gotten to know him.”

Sapphire nodded slowly. “Well, you would know. You're the professional.” Sapphire handed Iron Will his hood. “Hoity said he wanted to get to shooting right after he got finished. He's taking longer than usual today...”

As if on cue a door on the other side of the set slammed open and brought all eyes. Hoity-Toity stumbled out, his clothing and mane disheveled, sunglasses askew, a smile fading from his lips. Just behind him came Photo Finish, tongue sliding back into her mouth from the corner, her smeared lipstick highlighting the fall from smile to neutral moue. Her bowl-like mane was in abnormally perfect shape, save for a chest-shaped dent in the back of it. Her normal gait was set aside, leaving her with more of a high-stepping, delicate sway. Photo Finish spoke first, in her typical cold fashion. “Sho, ish that bull ready to perform, or have we the need to do more negotiating to resholve thish amicably?”

“I promise you, he's ready to perform,” Fluttershy said, proudly patting Iron Will's abs. She then turned to Hoity-Toity and asked, “Umm, if Iron Will isn't happy with the lines could he... say a few lines of his own? I've heard a few of his ideas and we discussed them. He could really make them work.”

Hoity-Toity softly tapped at his chin, inscrutably studying Iron Will behind his sunglasses. “She has great faith in your capabilities, Mister William. But she is very kind, almost too kind. Tell me, sir, do you believe you can balance the dual burdens of cleverness and sexuality needed in this business?”

Iron Will gazed into the blank lenses, seeing his own reflection staring back. This was a porn-maker! But also... a businesspony and an artist in some sense. Like Fluttershy had said, he was fair and willing to give others a chance, even if he was demanding. Hoity-Toity was asking if Iron Will thought he could make money and grab eyes and ears for his product. That was vital to someone concerned with art and business. “Yes! I am absolutely certain!” Iron Will said as he puffed out his chest. “You'll be glad you gave me the chance to do these lines.”

Hoity-Toity held his gaze for a moment more and then nodded his head. “I admire your confidence, Mister William. It is appropriately strong without being as blithely arrogant as other male stars I have seen. You have stones, sir, beyond those that gave you this opportunity. Those you show now will give you this second opportunity to prove your capability.”

Photo Finish tapped her hoof on the ground, uncertainty growing on her face. “Firsht he cannot even get his Frauschtuper up und now this brazen bull thinksh he can write hish own schript? Flootershy, can you really trusht thish rank amateur?”

“I do,” Fluttershy said, without hesitation. “I know what he can do. He showed me that he really has what it takes. I promise you, Miss Finish, this will be a success. Remember Daring Screw and the Island of Horny Harpies?” Fluttershy said, “Everyone thought I was crazt for trying to perform a freefalling midair sex scene.”

“We couldn't argue with the reshultsh...” Photo Finish said, “You were right und it turned out amazing. I have learned to trusht your judgementsh.”

“Not that it was ever your decision to make...” Hoity-Toity commented, with a small chuckle, “Directly. But for now, everyone to the set. Cameras up, lighting, sound, let's move, folks, we've lost too much time already.” Hoity went all-business, barking out his orders and rushing from place to place to ensure his orders were obeyed.

It was all a bit much for Iron Will, who had seen gaffers and riggers before but never such professionals. On the commercials they were always lazy non-union slackers that didn't care about what was going on as long as they were paid. The team of professionals arranging everything actually looked competent and concerned. Their gazes occasionally found him and they cast serious looks his way. He was a linchpin in their continued good reputation. His success or failure would affect them. Not only that... they were there to watch him do something he had never done before, fuck a pony.

“Not just any pony,” Iron Will thought, “The nicest pony I've ever met.” With that thought in mind he heaved a sigh. “Here we go...” Iron will said, half to himself, pulling the black hood over his head and making sure the hairy loincloth was in place to hide all his assets until it was time for the big reveal. “Time to get to work.”

“Don't worry, Iron Will. I believe in you.” Fluttershy gave the big minotaur one of her brightest, sweetest smiles and a light pat on his hip before trotting off to her mark just outside of the supposed maze center.

Iron Will lumbered to his mark a bit more slowly, trying to get rid of his hesitation. He had one chance; one opportunity to keep the first potential success in his life since moving to pony lands. He slowly took a seat on the faux-stone throne, settling into it as comfortably as he could. It felt like braced and reinforced plastic lawn furniture. At least it held up. And he wouldn't need to occupy it for long.

“Lighting down! Bring the filters!” Hoity's command was obeyed immediately, the lights dimming, and filters being applied to give what remained a grayish-green tone. “Sound!” Boom mics were lowered into place just out of camera range. “Fog!” Small machines hummed into life, pouring out a thin later of mist over the bottom of the set. “Cameras on our starlet and action!” The cameras whirred to life, pointed at Fluttershy as Daring Screw, and at Iron Will as the minotaur Maze Master.

Fluttershy slowly made her way from the final passage and into what she could finally see was the center of the maze. “Here I am. Finally, after all the intimate traps and groping plants I'm here to claim the treasure. The legendary Minotaur's Member.” She spoke with a certain amount of force, to go along with her personality and look. She adjusted her pith helmet and looked to the altar. “A powerful, mystic rod crafted of shining blue marble. Once polished it will unleash a mighty force.” She made a great show of searching all around the altar, pointedly ignoring the rising light over Iron Will on his throne. “But... it's not here! Where could it be?”

“Invade my maze and you'll ache for days!” Iron Will boomed out, still not rising or making himself overtly known.

“Wh-what was that?” Fluttershy said, “Ahuichoadtl, are you here trying to claim the treasure for yourself again?” Fluttershy glanced around, legs up on the altar to let her stand up tall, which gave the camera an excellent view of her hefty teats and the space between her flanks.

“You dare to come into my maze, and not even know I'm here? Just who do you think you are?” Iron Will finally stood up, the cameras on him pulling low to emphasize his great height. He strode forward towards the altar, flexing and moving himself in almost a dancing fashion.

“Ah! I'm terribly sorry. I thought it was unoccupied. My name is Daring Screw, adventure archaeologist and...” Fluttershy began, her nerve faltering just a touch.

“You apologize, I penalize!” Iron Will reached out to give a light smack of his meaty hand against the exposed flanks, and then another. “I am the Maze Master, guardian of the Minotaur's Member. You think you can get it? Do you think you're worthy? Do you?!” He bellowed his challenge out in Fluttershy's face, though slightly to the side so as to keep her from being blasted by his booming voice.

“Uh... I... I mean...” Fluttershy stammered, slightly thrown by the yelling, mostly trying to work with the new direction of the script.

On the sidelines, Photo Finish threw down the script and harshly whispered aside at Hoity-Toity, “You musht shtop his improv! Flootershy ish getting losht out there. She needs a schript! He ish making her look like a fool!”

“She can handle his,” Hoity said, casually, “She's a big filly.”

Iron Will saw the two whispering on the side but shook his head and continued on. “Pathetic! Ponies never have any nerve. But I have a new technique for teaching ponies some nerve. I'll be sharing my wisdom and my rod!” Iron Will whipped the hairy loincloth aside with a bellow, revealing his huge ovoid stones and blue-fleshed rod. Because of his energy both were in motion, testes waving pendulously, almost threateningly, while the penis above waved in counterpoint, already a little bit plumped up and away from the balls below.

Fluttershy gasped sharply, her acting experience allowing her to react as though she had never seen such a thing before. “Y-you must be kidding! This is part of teaching nerve?”

“This is no joke, Daring Screw. The Maze Master is so confident that you will be one hundred percent satisfied with the Maze Master's techniques that if you are not one hundred percent satisfied you!” Iron Will flexed powerfully. “Will! Get!” He popped his pecs and pumped one bicep. “My treasure! But I pity the foal who doubts the Maze Master's methods!” He gave one last pose, a double bicep bulge with the popping of his pecs, a sure draw for muscle-loving mares.

“You're right. I can't keep being like this. Maybe if I was more assertive, I wouldn't be constantly fucked by the flora and fauna,” Fluttershy said.

“Master my technique and you will be the one doing the fucking!” Iron Will said.

Fluttershy stood firm and lowered her head, taking a long, slow, hot lick over the top of the exposed meat. She was well-hydrated, as was appropriate for a porn star. She always took advantage of the studio's copious water coolers. Her tongue was well-loaded up with saliva, leaving a heavy, glistening trail that oozed down the tip and sides as she passed. She did not hesitate but swiped from the foreskin to the base, and added a tiny kiss to that spot once she arrived.

Iron Will kept his pose, one bicep flexed to its fullest, his other arm bent to let his hand rest on his hip. His chest was thrust forward, showing every inch of his muscular definition, while his hips were pushed forward in a similar fashion, offering himself to the timid pegasus. He turned his hooded head down to gaze at the mare offering timid licks and gentle kisses down around the base of his dark blue flesh. “That's not impressing me much! Assertive! Aggressive! Do you even think you're worthy of trying this challenge?”

Fluttershy closed her eyes for a moment, trembling through her whole buttery body before looked up into the hooded face, attempting her best stern look. “I can do it! I can be strong! I can be better than the cringing victim!” She went down again, taking longer, faster licks of the slowly-twitching blue penis, her saliva-heavy laps making the thing increasingly shiny, as well as progressively thicker and longer.

“Now that's what I'm talking about! But that's barely doing the job! Come on, show me you really mean it!” Iron Will gave the air a sudden uppercut and sent his gaze to the ceiling. “Do you want to get it on with me and take this training technique all the way? Come on! Give me a great big shout to show me you mean it!”

Fluttershy paused in her adoration of the swelling rod before her and sucked in a deep, long breath. She held onto it for a time before she released the tiniest, softest little cry of, “Yay!” Though the sound was tiny the look on her face and some emotion behind it seemed very sincere.

For a long moment there were no sounds or motions, on either side of the camera. Iron Will's black hood hid any reaction though very probably he was completely nonplussed. However, he nodded his head and took hold of his half-hard dick, gently tapping it on Fluttershy's cheeks, smearing her with her own saliva. As he touched her silky-smooth coat he involuntarily shivered in delight, experiencing a surge in stiffness that practically sent the azure flesh right against her forehead. “You say you can do it, but you're not taking what you want.”

Fluttershy lapped apologetically at the underside of Iron Will's organ, using her soft, slippery lips to brush along the large vein being revealed along the length of it, every few nibbles being punctuated by a lift in her neck and the use of her teeth to just barely nibble at it. Her tongue tickled along between her lips, licking up more of the delicious taste of fruity body wash. She reached the base again, this time from the underside, and nestled her face comfortably at the joining point between the base of Iron Will's tool and his low-hanging, gently-swaying. “I'm terribly sorry. I'll try harder at this...”

“No!” Iron Will bellowed, pulling his hips back and pulling his organ away from Fluttershy's face. He waved the nearly erect blue pole before her face and gently tapped her between the nostrils with the crown. “Don't apologize when you want to claim your prize! I am offering, you take! It's that easy.”

“Of course!” Fluttershy said, with a bit more energy. “I can't just be a pushover.” She seemed to think as she stared down the stiff club. “Treat me... like a pushover...” Something seemed to come over the pegasus, her hooves coming up to grasp the sides of Iron Will's member. She stroked it with the soft pads behind her hooves, squeezing just slightly as she witnessed the final firming, the throbbing, standing veins along the length of it, the pulling of the foreskin from the dark purplish head, and the light sparkle of precum emerging. “And you'll get the once-over!” With a sudden cry she threw herself forward, her mouth open wide. Though it seemed impossible her mouth actually opened wide around the huge minotaur erection and took it down, back into her maw and straight into her throat.

Another bellow was torn from Iron Will, an inarticulate cry of surprise and delight. While the significance of this guttural utterance was lost on ponykind, it had a wealth of meaning to minotaurs. He balled his hands into fists and held them out to the side, throwing his head back as the pleasured bellow rang out. His back arched while his hips thrust forward to meet the eager gobbling lips of Fluttershy. The hot, wet and tight maw came around his pulsing pole and wrapped it perfectly. It was almost like pressing a towel soaked in warm water over the hot flesh. Her tongue, though limited, was nonetheless active inside her overstuffed oral cavity. It squirmed and writhed about almost with a will of its own, slathering around the saliva which built up while she was unable to swallow.

Fluttershy was running out of air, and rapidly. She had proven her point, but wasn't done yet. She wanted everyone to know that she was a professional on every adventure. She reached out for Iron Will's naked hips and got a firm grip on them. With tears in her tightly-closed eyes she pulled and pushed against the ground with her rear hooves. Her efforts were rewarded with another few inches of blue flesh vanishing into her mouth, spreading out her throat to clearly show the traveling bulge. She was almost there. So close. She pulled and pushed again, gagging and choking loudly as she forced her body to perform the task.

”Tell me you're getting this,” Hoity-Toity whispered urgently to the camera pony. He was rewarded with a quick nod and an affirmative motion of the hoof.

“This is definitely going on her demo reel,” Photo Finish muttered under her breath.

Struggle though it was, she managed her feat at last. Her lips made contact with Iron Will's base. The upper lip pressed at a portion of his solid abs, while the lower tickled the upper portion of his loose sac skin. Once she had proven her point she pulled back again, with a bit of assistance from Iron Will. The organ left her mouth with a soft 'pop', and she sucked in a series of huge, desperate breaths in the wake of it. Saliva dripped softly from the corners of her mouth, flicked up by her questing tongue while she mostly focused on catching her breath.

Iron Will was also panting; groans and grunts rumbled deep in his broad chest. He grasped the glistening flesh and gave it a slow, languid stroke, squeezing while aiming a drop of mingled saliva and precum onto the tip of Fluttershy's snout. “Now try to make it count,” Iron Will said, a trifle breathless. “If you don't care, I can't share. And I think you want this prize and to prove yourself.”

Fluttershy gasped in surprise when the tiny droplet fell on her snout, crossing her eyes to watch it slide down. She extended her tongue to flick it up as it reached her upper lip. She drew it in with a small sound and made a big show out of swallowing, a sigh following. “You're right. I proved I mean business. Now I owe you something else...” She pursed her lips for a kiss, slowly leaning in close. She pressed in tight against the exposed tip, lips sealed on the pulled foreskin. Her tongue slowly slipped out and lavished attention over the opening, wiping away each slow, oozing drop of precum as it emerged. “Mmmh Mmhh,” Fluttershy moaned erotically.

Iron Will's body twitched and trembled from the herculean effort of remaining still under the tender ministrations of the sensual pegasus. His hands balled and unballed, while the huffs of his ragged breath made his dark hood puff out and draw in against his obscured face. Though it made breathing difficult it was still better than being bare-faced. Pleasure spiked though him with each little lick from the velvety-soft, warmly-moist tongue, with a low-level hum of pleasure from the gentle lip pressure against the skin of his penis. “Lick... every... bit...” Iron Will growled out, gruff and rumbling, but in no way threatening.

The licking halted, for a brief moment, Fluttershy just looking cross-eyed at the enormous dick she had so recently taken in. What more could she do? Her tongue pressed against the sensitive cockhead again and slipped slightly, underneath the edge of the foreskin. There was a taste of musk, faint and alluring, muted by good hygiene and muddled with the fruity yet spicy flavor of his soap. She swirled her tongue slowly around against the bare flesh of the head beneath that covering, taking the subtle taste of musk with the clean spice and sweetness. It was a beautiful melange of flavors that made her mouth open a bit, and breath out a short, hot breath containing the whisper of a moan.

The deep huffs and long, heavy groans increased in both frequency and volume. Iron Will's body had been worked and honed through long hours of training, but he had never before ached as he did while trying to keep his hips from ramming forward, towards the beautiful pleasure of those lips and that questing tongue. She was being assertive, gently. Exploring, tasting, feeling all she could, and making him feel fantastic while she did it. He placed his hands on either side of her head, not grasping, but clearly wanting to, the strain showing in the tight bunching of his muscles. He awaited a signal of some kind that he could move.

His signal came when Fluttershy pulled her tongue back and then quickly swirled it all around the fleshy exterior of his crown. The hands came in and gripped her head in a light hold, pulling on her just a bit, to the underside of his erection. She took the initiative then, leading the hands along as they held onto her head. Her mouth was soon upon the twin ovoid sperm-makers. Her mouth worked over the heated flesh, opening and closing in large, sloppy nibbles between slurps and pushes of the velveteen tongue. She blew teasingly-cool breaths after every wet pass of her tongue as she went down to the very bottom, to nibble, lick and kiss at the twin points of scrotum flesh indicating the lowest hang of the minotaur's pride. She eagerly sucked on the bottom of the two balls, muttering something through her full mouth and bubbling saliva.

Iron Will gurgled a bit, rather awash in pleasure. One ear perked, shifting the hood over his head, and he looked down curiously. “Well? Speak up! Don't be a timid pony when you can be a wild one! You already proved you can take what you want. If you have something you want to say spit my sack out of your mouth and say it.”

Fluttershy gave one last powerful suck on the two testes before she pulled her head down and off of the stones. They left her mouth with a soft 'pop' and bounced for a short while, swaying and glistening and faintly dripping with saliva. She licked up the space between the two testicles then said, “I was trying to say, don't be shy, stick it in my brown eye! I know what I want, and I'll take it, when you take me.”

“You think you can just jump to that stage of the program?” Iron Will bellowed, removing his hands from Fluttershy's head and pointing down at her with one thick finger. “Ha-ha! I like your style, Daring Screw! Ponies never try to jump that far. But if you think you can, we can give it a shot. Just remember: You asked for it!” Iron Will made a rather athletic move, grasping Fluttershy around the waist, and hefting her up against his chest as he gave a short hop and landed on the altar set piece. The study construction of the thing made it shudder under the impact but not break. His testicles dangled down away from the edge, while his erection rose up between Fluttershy's buttery thighs, waving almost humorously and giving her the look of being the owner. “When this altar's rockin', don't come a-knockin'!”

“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can- eep!” Fluttershy had been chanting her usual success mantra to keep her nerve up but suddenly found herself in the air. It wasn't much of a shock, being a pegasus and all, but her lack of conscious control shocked her more than a little. Her wings flapped ineffectually as she hit Iron Will's lap with a sudden thud, whole svelte body rocking. She grabbed onto the fat blue tool rising between her legs for stability, one hoof thrown up as she was bucked. For a moment she resembled nothing so much as a rodeo star. Her hat even flew off appropriately. “I can do this!” She said, firmly, holding the organ in the crook of one leg and stroking it softly. “I think.”

“Don't be uncertain, be assertive! Or should I say...” Iron Will slowly lifted Fluttershy off of his lap, grinding her exposed mound over the smooth, saliva-smeared length of his rod from the base to the well-slobbered-upon tip. “Be insertive!” He had finally dragged her up to the tip of his organ and had placed that broad, huge crown against the tight ring of the pegasus' anus. The puckered ring already spread slightly, out of practiced ease, but opened up progressively more as the big minotaur pulled her down, assisting the effects of gravity and her own weight.

Fluttershy was no first-timer when it came to anal sex. Any number of ponies and creatures had assaulted her from the rear. Yet this minotaur member was both the biggest and the gentlest. Though the big bull pulled down on her body, he did not force the matter. He allowed the muscles to part and stretch before he gave a slow roll of his hips and another pull that drew her further down the lubricated pole. Soft, high-pitched squeaks and low moans streamed from her demure mouth with every stiff but careful pump. She felt like it was impossible for any more to be pushed into her back passage, then found another sweet, hot inch thrust up and into her bowels.

Iron Will knew he was not ever going to get all of his pride into Fluttershy. No pony could take the whole thing in any lower passage. He felt his way through the process, pulling and working his hips to the absolute limit. Once he knew for sure that he couldn't get and further he held her up there in both hands, like some kind of explorer kebab. She was lewdly displayed for all to see, writhing and groaning with her head held back.

“Gentle... so gentle...” Fluttershy whispered, practically a sigh for all the volume it had. She flapped her wings again, letting herself be held up without hands. Iron Will took advantage of that, sliding one hand up and over, to take a grip on Fluttershy's chest, his other sliding down to her lower belly. His hand took some time to caress and squeeze the two fair-sized teats that protruded from her belly. He showed the advantage of having fingers, thick as they were, by taking one nipple between two of them and giving it a soft squeeze, followed by a sudden tug. “Ah! M-my teats!” Fluttershy arched her back and flapped her wings harder, which would have lifted her off had it not been for the hand at her chest.

“Every part of your body is vulnerable!” Iron Will grunted, right by Fluttershy's ear. He alternated nipples, pinching, pulling, almost in a milking motion, though no milk emerged. Between each pull and rolling pinch he took up one teat, finding it a decent handful, and gave it a firm squeeze, compressing the flesh until he heard a tiny squeak to tell him he had reached the limit. “You need to learn how to take what you want while you are being taken. Grab your pleasure and go! For! It!” He punctuated his last bits of grunted advice with sharp thrusts of his hips, pulling down and thrusting back up to the very limit.

Fluttershy grunted as the sharp thrusts filled her up to the very limit and pushed her capacity before backing away again. She panted and released a soft whine from the warm radiating pleasure emerging from the pinching and squeezing of her stiff and turgid nipples. Her wings flapped ineffectually, unable to escape the firm hold Iron Will had on her chest and unwilling to escape the working of her teats. “B-but... if I take too much, won't I... lose your treasure?”

“Excuses get abuses!” Iron Will snorted, hand quickly moving from Fluttershy's teats to her right flank. His huge, heavy hand swung in at a moderate speed, smacking her right over the Cutie Mark. She didn't have much meat to jiggle, but the adorable twitches that made her legs kick more than made up for the lack of wobble. Feeling that she had been suitably punished, Iron Will returned his hand to her teats, squeezing one then the other over and over. “Try to fight your weakness and work me over. You take, I take and we both get what we want as long as we're doing it together.”

Fluttershy huffed her breath hard, kicking her forelegs a little bit as she tried to focus on not building to an orgasm, while trying to bring Iron Will off. She was limited in the movement of most of her body, but her anal muscles were well up to the task. She concentrated on flexing the rings of muscle, squeezing and drawing along the huge bullhood that was rammed as far as it could go. She added to that with flaps of her wings, trying to imply that she be released to fly.

Though initially hesitant Iron Will finally released Fluttershy, moving both hands to her belly so that he could properly tend to both teats, lower fingers pressing into the soft flesh as tight as was comfortable while his thumbs and forefingers rolled and tugged at the hard nipples. While it may have been difficult to risk losing that beautiful squeezing and pinching, Fluttershy knew she had to do more than knead and press her ass around Iron Will's rod. Her wings flapped much more firmly, carrying her body slowly up the pole, moving the squeezing twitches and rolls over her back passage over new areas, making Iron Will's giant body tremble. He couldn't know, but this was a signature move, the 'Anal Butterfly.' Her passage up stopped when she was just squeezing and pulling at the sensitive crown of his organ. She stopped her wings, letting herself slowly slide back down under the force of gravity. The slow pleasure of the slide set both of them to moaning and shivering.

The move was repeated with agonizing slowness several times. Iron Will found it quite effective, as it was quite new to him. He had gone in the rear before on cows, but it had been a swift and desperate affair. Fluttershy had experience, and plenty of it, working every last available inch of smoothly-rolling anal muscle up and down over his throbbing flesh. He was so distracted by the rising pleasure he had no thought but to keep squeezing, rolling and tugging on the pony teats. Small though they were compared to the milky organs he was used to they were of a good size on a pony and very engaging.

Rather than risk losing the challenge he had thrown down Iron Will reached his left hand up to take hold of Fluttershy's chest again, halting the fluttering move. His right hand dove between her spread legs, fingers briefly brushing over her trimmed bush, almost seeming to highlight that it had, indeed, been dyed as a monochromatic rainbow like her mane and tail. His fingers then brushed softly over her semi-hooded clit, rolling back the hood to exposed the globular nerve bulge. His finger tips flicked softly along the smooth bit of flesh, the motion very like drumming his fingers on a table, though they all ended curled against his palm, smearing wetness before he went in for another series of flicks.

Fluttershy squealed in sharp, high little vocalizations, back arching and wings spreading out grandly as the pleasure surged through her from the direct attention being lavished on her most sensitive of parts. She couldn't control the action anymore; even if she had still been free to fly the pleasure was too great. In all her various adventures none had ever just focused on her alone. She struggled, squirming to try and get out of the grip. She loved the pleasure but couldn't lose. She had just gotten her nerve and accepted the challenge.

It was a hard fight, but Iron Will was good at fighting it out. He could feel greater trembling and quivering in the dainty pegasus' bowels, and the sweet squeaks were striking something deep within him that made the heat in his loins surge. He had to bring himself off, but not before getting Fluttershy to blow first. There was only one way. It broke the rhythm that had been established but it was the only way. Taking a firmer grip on her chest and settling his hand still cupped under her crotch he flexed his powerful muscles and lifted her on his pole, then pulled her back down in a swift, smooth motion. Seeing he could do it easily, he leaned slightly back on the altar, pressed the pegasus tighter to his chest and went to town pumping her up and down.

Fluttershy threw her head back against the broad slabs of Iron Will's pecs, eyes wide open, a silent scream caught in her throat. It was not merely the sudden furious pumping of her body on that bull pole, but his fingers had moved position; the lower two fingers steadily teasing the lips of her warm and slowly-dripping sex, while the upper were alternating between gently pinching and softly flicking her sensitive little bean.

The scream was loosed from Fluttershy's mouth, though it came out more as a near-agonized wail. That was followed by hot, heavy breaths that were cute with tiny squeaks and keening whines. The simple massage of her external folds had been a mere decoy. Once Iron Will had a comfortable rhythm he drove the fingers deep between the juicy folds, spreading and closing them while he thrust the fingers into her and simultaneously worked her sensitive button with pinches and tweaks.

Fluttershy was losing. She was losing badly... with a hard, sideways twist and another huge spread of her wings she lost. Her twisted body trembled as her muscles all tensed at once, anus grabbing down vise tight over Iron Will's thick blue maleness, adding to the pleasure he was getting from his use of her back end. She couldn't even scream, but she didn't need to, she showed off her hard orgasm with the clench of her pussy and a light squirt of juice.

”Flootershy putsh the 'cum' in 'compelling drama,'” Photo Finish said quietly.

“And that is why you are not on the script-writing team,” Hoity said to himself while glancing sidelong at Photo.

Iron Will was not all that far behind his partner. It had been a close race, closer than he had expected given the timidity of the svelte little pegasus. He pulled his hand from Fluttershy's sex, and brought it to his hood. With a simultaneous motion he yanked the hood off of his head and pulled Fluttershy off of his pulsing pole. Letting out a huge, unrestricted bellow while throwing back his unmasked head he unloaded huge, hot, glue-thick ropes of minotaur muck. His huge stones proved their worth by helping to pump out glob after glob that practically whitewashed the upturned ass of the still-trembling explorer.

The huge hand finally released Fluttershy amid heavy, hard pants and pleasured rumbles amplified by the broadness of the minotaur's chest. She fell to the ground with a slight glide, similarly panting but also whimpers as the hot seed slowly oozed down her thighs and between her ass crack. Iron Will let his climax slowly wane, the last fat, heavy blobs hitting the well-coated rear and the floor. Fluttershy slowly pushed herself up, blushing and looking completely dejected. “I... I failed...” She started off, low to the floor, rear legs stepping carefully.

Photo turned on Hoity, very nearly seething loud enough to be picked up on the mics. “Flootershy can't loshe! She's the shtar!”

“Give it a moment, I think he is up to something...” Hoity mused quietly, looking intently at Iron Will.

“Wait!” Iron Will cried, holding a hand out. “You never got your treasure.”

“B-but... I failed the challenge. I was one hundred percent satisfied, and then some!” Fluttershy squeaked, blushing and looking down again.

Iron Will chuckled headily and hopped off of the altar, moving back to his throne. “But you tried, tried harder than any other pony I have ever known. You were the greatest I have ever had. Sexy and sweet, and so right.” The big bull smiled and gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up before he pulled an object from beside the throne. It was a blue stone dildo, polished to perfection, modeled almost exactly on Iron Will's own organ.

Fluttershy gasped loudly and slowly turned around to approach Iron Will. “Really? You'll let me have this? I mean... it's yours.”

“Heh heh... it's alright. I've got another one...” Iron Will playfully patted his semi-soft dong and held the stone rod out to Fluttershy. “You really earned this. I think you'll go far. Thank you for coming.”

Fluttershy took the blue pole and settled it on her back, holding it with her wings. “It could never compare to the real thing,” She said with a soft blush, “But it will help me pass the time on those long, lonely expeditions. And whenever I use it, I'll think of the kind minotaur who gave it to me.”

Iron Will sat back down on his stone throne, a pleasured and adoring smile on his face. “If you ever pass this way again, my maze is always open to you,” He said.

“And my thighs are always open to you,” Fluttershy replied, giving a sweet smile. “Until we meet again, friend!” With that she trotted, carefully, off of the stage.

“Cut! Print! That's a wrap!” Hoity-Toity leaped to the floor and galloped over to the stage, flanked by Photo Finish. “Mister William! That was spectacular! You mean to tell me that was purely extemporaneous?”

Iron Will self-consciously scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very exposed and uncertain. “Uh... yes? I mean, I just used my old motivational speech quote and made them... appropriate.”

Photo Finish was stomping her hooves in applause, pressing up against Iron Will. “Shuch inshpirational messages!” She gushed. “The gentle giant's performance will no doubt impact not jusht the audience's cocks but their hearts as well! It'sh uplifting in many ways!”

Fluttershy timidly strolled up to the three, and smiled up at Iron Will. “I told you. I new you could do it.”

Iron Will nodded, reaching down to stroke the pegasus. “It was all thanks to you. You believed in me.”

Fluttershy turned her head away and swing a leg in front of her. “It-it was really nothing.”

“Mishter William, I must know if you have represhentation! I can offer my shuperior shervices. I promishe complete shatishfaction! Any of my clients will tell you that!” Photo Finish threw a hoof around Iron Will's naked waist and pulled him along as she walked. “I have had an epiphany! Thish kind of poshitive pornography could be a grand new vishion of the indishtry! Und we will have all theshe new thingsh shtarring you! How doesh that shound?”

“Well, uh...” Iron Will foundered a moment, looking back at Hoity-Toity, who was dealing with technical issues, and Fluttershy, who was smiling at him with a genuine feeling. He gave a return smile and turned to Photo Finish. “Miss Finish, that sounds like a great idea. But if I do that, then I want Fluttershy as my co-star, and no one else.”

“That could be arranged...” Photo said, stroking at her chin.

“You both must be exhausted after a good session of shooting,” Hoity said, “We need to build your fluids back up.”

“That sheemsh unneccessary in Flootershy'sh cashe. I would imagine she hash enough fluidsh und protein to carry her through many weeksh,” Photo said, with a tiny trace of a smile.

“But as for our shining new star here...” Hoity slipped a leg around Iron Will's naked body and gave him a push towards the dressing room, “He surely could use a replenishing meal. Why not make a working dinner out of it? The four of us,” He said, motioning towards Fluttershy and Photo. “My treat, once everyone is cleaned up and dressed for it. We can discuss your future projects together.”