Unconquerable Desire (Mature)

Chapter Two “First Year”

Rated - M

Sitting on her couch with a look of uncertainty in her glossy, blue irises, Fluttershy ran her hoof through her silky, pink mane before letting out a soft sigh. Her mind remained ever fuzzy, making it impossible for the meek mare to think clearly. Fluttershy felt the temperature in her face rise. Her mental state had been like this for weeks if not months, and considering what exactly plagued her mind with such thoughts, she wondered how it was possible to repel these feelings for as long as she had.

Shaking her head, Fluttershy chastised herself, hating how irritable she had grown over the matter. An entire year had passed since that day, and the Pegasus knew she was at her limit, both mentally and physically. She stole a glance out of the corner of her eye, finding a small portrait at the center of the table. Rolling onto her belly and placing her chin on the arm of the sofa, Fluttershy used her hoof, turning the picture so that it faced her completely.

The inside of her chest tightened, but evident by the warm smile on her flushed features, it was clear she relished these emotions to this very day despite the frustration that has been building over the past few weeks. The Statue of Harmony stood tall in the background, its figure towering over those underneath, but Fluttershy was not enamored with the monument, instead her gaze remained focused on the two ponies locked in an embrace of sorts.

Her smile grew in width at the sight of herself, both of her hooves placed on the limb of the stallion that held her from behind. His free hoof remained on the mare’s shoulder as a wide, toothy grin formed on his face. A blissful sigh escaped from Fluttershy’s mouth. Oh, how she loved being trapped in his hooves, in the grasp of her special somepony.

The stallion with the messy, amber mane, gorgeous yet unique, hazel-blue irises, and wondrous smile was none other than Peter ‘Pony’ Parker, but what most ponies didn’t know was that he happened to be the world’s greatest superhero, Spider-Mane. Despite being beloved by many for his feats of strength and heroism, Peter chose to keep his identity a secret, not wanting his personal life to be filled with publicity. Like his mare, he preferred the quiet life over the rumbustious.

Unfortunately, whether he realized it or not, Peter was the sole source of Fluttershy’s dilemma. Flipping over on her back, the Pegasus stared hopelessly at the ceiling, desperate to rid her mind of the thoughts that filled it so, but Peter’s image flashed across her vision, causing the mare’s heart to race. Her breathing grew shallow, forcing Fluttershy to place her hoof over her chest in a vain attempt to regulate her heartbeat.

She slammed her eyes shut and whined. It was not as if these reactions were alien. Quite the contrary, for Fluttershy experienced these sensations daily, whether it was in her seclusion or by Peter’s side. Not that she minded either, but as of late, these feelings were growing, deepening. They were far stronger than before, morphing into something else. A strange hint of desire building within her being, Fluttershy felt her stomach tighten and her legs grow numb.

Now, it was beginning to happen. Fluttershy allowed her mind to reminiscent on the night before last, when Peter stayed a bit longer than usual. He was garbed in his signature, heroic attire, but it was torn, damages sustained from a fight with a pack of timberwolves. Peter was quite fine, if anything just exhausted. The moment he arrived, the stallion pulled his mask from over his head and collapsed in his mare’s unwaiting hooves. Losing her balance, Fluttershy gave into the stallion’s weight, falling onto her back with him on top of her frame.

The position was very compromising, yet Fluttershy found herself rather comfortable, the stallion’s body providing an unusual amount of heat. Peter’s head rested on the crook of the mare’s neck, allowing his hot breaths to brush against her coat. She shuddered: for some reason that always provided the most wonderful sensations. Fluttershy threaded her hooves´ limbs under his so that they were wrapped around his waist. The urges were returning. Fluttershy bit down on her lip to suppress them, but Peter’s lower region, placed perfectly between her legs, grinded gently until something stiffened.

Fluttershy surprised herself by releasing a very passionate, feral growl. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted, but the mare opened her eyes, finding her surroundings had returned to normal.

Bringing her hooves over her face, Fluttershy let out an irritated groan, though it could have been mistaken for a soft moan. There have been several times when she would be in a compromising position with her stallion, but nothing would ever come from it, at least in regards to what Fluttershy wanted.

Parting her legs, Fluttershy felt she had grown rather moist, savory liquids continuing to pour from her private spot. Her symptoms started out mild, leaving room for her imagination to run, but now it had grown out of control, requiring certain means to calm her body and senses. Was it wrong to feel this way? Was it too soon? Why couldn’t she just tell Peter what was going on? Fluttershy extended her hoof, finding her warm entrance before performing a series of circular motions.

This was where she stood, and Fluttershy couldn’t feel any more shameful. Her moans grew in volume as her hoof picked up speed. She never had the chance to see exactly what he looked like down there due to the spandex he wore, but Fluttershy remembered what it felt like when it slid against her inner thigh. She imagined how stiff it may have been, restrained by those tights that hugged Peter’s body so soundly. Nopony knew, but Peter was quite strong, sturdy. Even at his weakest, Fluttershy felt how powerful her stallion was. If only Peter would take what was his...

Fluttershy inhaled sharply, contractions causing a majority of her body to lock against its will. The visions remained, but the urges slowly diminished, finding temporary relief in the mare’s actions. Surely, Fluttershy forced herself back into a standing position, yet her uncertainty remained, deepening once her gaze landed upon the stain she left on the couch. Even though her mind was cleared and body felt attended to, Fluttershy knew this was just another hollow victory. Considering it was only noon, there was a good chance the urges would return later, and the cycle would be repeated once again.

It was too much, and it had gone on for long enough. Fluttershy furrowed her brow. She knew what she wanted, but was there any safe way to bring it up to Peter’s attention without damaging his view of her? What would he think? Shaking her head, the Pegasus pulled the moist cushion from the sofa and shifted her sight to the portrait she shared with Peter. Whether or not it was the right thing to do, she had to talk to him. After all, it seemed he was having doubts about the matter as well. The question was: why?

Fortunately, the day was young, and Fluttershy had plenty of time to plan things out. Peter was supposed to drop by and enjoy dinner sometime around eight. Fluttershy inquired that they spend the night together in solitude for their special night, their one year anniversary. It may not have been right for her to plan out such a devious tactic, but Peter made her desperate, the urges becoming impossible to resist.

Nodding, the mare carried the cushion to the back of the house. After she was done cleaning, Fluttershy would turn her attention to the rest of her home. Everything would have to be perfect for her plan to have any hope. She only prayed that her courage would remain steadfast, at least until an explanation was given to Peter. Fluttershy sighed. She wondered what he was up to in the time being.

“I shouldn’t make a big deal out of this. I mean, it’s only been a year.”

Spider-Mane sat on top of the clock tower, perched in a squatting position. While the village of Ponyville was relatively peaceful, especially compared to the hectic settings of New York, trouble occasionally struck, whether it were dragons, timberwolves, or something even more magical. From the highest vantage point, Spider-Mane could always spot a disturbance, but Peter’s mind was elsewhere, locked in a debate with itself. His current position also served as a point to air his grievances without anypony listening.

“Seriously. It’s just a romantic dinner at home. No need to blow this out of proportion...”

Folding his hooves across his chest, Spider-Mane shook his head. Although some wouldn’t have thought much about it, the exact opposite could’ve been said about Peter. Twelve months. An entire year since he started dating Fluttershy, and despite the dangers (not to mention horrendous luck) his heroic counterpart brought, both ponies were still together, very happily, even. With no secrets, things were perfect, and with their soft personalities, arguments were as rare as a series of lunar eclipses.

Not even Spider-Mane could break the pair apart, whereas he was the reason why Peter could not find true love on Earth. Gwen Stacy may have loved Peter Parker, but because of the death of her father, she felt nothing but discontent for Spider-Man. Although she was killed shortly after, Peter knew the truth would have eventually surfaced, and whether it could have been from distrust or hate, the relationship surely might have crumbled.

Then there was Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, whose attachment to Spider-Man was purely physical. Without the mask, Peter was just an average man, and Felicia dared not to associate with him. Sadly, it was rather shallow. Spider-Man was not the dominant persona, and because the Black Cat could not, or would not, understand, any attempt at a relationship would prove disastrous in the end. In laymen’s terms, Gwen Stacy loved Peter Parker but hated Spider-Man, and Felicia Hardy loved Spider-Man but not Peter Parker.

Yet, Fluttershy proved to be different. She openly loved Peter ‘Pony’ Parker and Spider-Mane. Memories of the day after their first date flashed through his mind. Fluttershy seemed so happy, her smile sending waves of warmth through Peter. She immediately told her friends what transpired between herself and the stallion, which left the other to question if they were officially together. Peter knew not what to feel. Originally, he relished the attention, something a wallflower was not used to receiving, but his pessimism intervened, bringing the obvious to mind.

An outworlder pulled from an alternate reality, Peter wondered if it would bother the Pegasus. After all, he was not an Equestrian originally, and despite having the appearance of one, his superpowers made it clear that Peter was not meant to be normal. It seemed Spider-Mane would destroy yet another possibility, but Fluttershy made it clear then, and to this very day, that the one she loved was both the pony underneath the mask and the hero that saved lives.

That was a year ago, and Fluttershy remained as loyal, supportive, and loving as ever. Peter never thought about it, but the very first pony he saved in Equestria was the girl he loved now. From Fluttershy’s standpoint, it was easy to love the hero who saved her life.

After every battle Spider-Mane would experience, Fluttershy was always at home, awaiting to treat his wounds. The sponge baths eased away the bruises, and the stitches held together the gashes. Yet, it paled in comparison to the warm hugs that filled his body with consoling heat, the kind, honest words that spoke only the truth, or the kisses that lit his spirit ablaze with yearning passion. Fluttershy was an amazing girl, and he begged, pleaded, for himself to show how much her love meant.

One course of action always came into mind, but Peter could never bring himself to follow through.

However, his restraint grew weaker by the day due to the very love he held for the mare. Fluttershy was the one girl Peter felt would never betray him. She knew of his darkest secrets and past failures, but not once did the Pegasus judge the stallion, instead Fluttershy replied with kindness through her actions and words. Now, Peter wished to strengthen their bond and simply make love to the girl of his dreams. Despite wearing a mask, the stallion could feel his cheeks grow hot. It sounded crass to him, but it was the very truth.

In spite of his wants, Peter could not bring himself to talk to Fluttershy. It was not the fear of attachment that held him back. No, the stallion more than welcomed that possible outcome with open hooves. Equestria was a world of peace, and deep down, Peter knew he would not be a superhero for the rest of his life. Whether Spider-Mane would be needed in the coming future remained to be seen, but in the end, his hopes to live a peaceful life with Fluttershy would always exist.

Scratching the back of his head, Spider-Mane grumbled incoherently. It was not a lack of certain knowledge that caused his uncertainty either. After all, he wasn’t a complete virgin. Gwen was the only girl he slept with on Earth, but as an Equestrian, Peter had not done the deed with anypony. After some acquired reading on the artes of Equestrian intercourse had been obtained, the stallion learned that things were similar yet different from human proceedings.

Intercourse was relatively the same, meaning Peter could rely on his instincts to guide him, but the key difference was his own equine biology. Unlike humans, ponies could not be impregnated from casual sex. It was only during certain times of the year, particularly when a female was in heat, that pregnancy can occur, and even then, chance would have to lend a hoof. Peter rolled his eyes. It certainly explained why condoms were nonexistent in this world. Magic certainly made things convenient.

Exhaling, Spider-Mane tapped his hoof impatiently. Attachment and protection were not reasons for his doubt. Fluttershy was perhaps the most gentle mare in Equestria and the nicest being Peter had ever met. With a heart so pure and golden, she managed to befriend Discord, a former enemy of Spider-Mane and irresponsible jerk. It was why Peter loved her so much and wished to deepen their relationship, to show that he would always hold her heart dearly.

Peter sighed. That was the very thing Peter was afraid to take: Fluttershy’s innocence. She was a flower, beautiful and dainty, standing in a cumbersome world, and Peter was the wind, wishing to whisk her away from the pure soil in which she rested. It was probably too much to ask. A simple question, yet the weight of the words felt heavier than anything his super strength could ever hope to lift. Yet, there was a consolation. Whether or not Fluttershy would agree to it, she would at least be honest.

“Then, it’s settled,” Spider-Mane said, stretching his limbs over his head. The sun steadily fell behind the horizon, prompting the stallion to stand over the edge of the building. “I’ll talk to her about it after dinner.”

Fluttershy was probably waiting for him by now. Leaning forward, Peter allowed gravity to aid in his descent and dove into a brief free fall. Planting his hooves on the side of the building, Spider-Mane pushed himself away, flipping until he landed on the roof of the local bank. As he bound and flipped from one rooftop to another, his mind proceeded to race, refusing to leave the subject alone. Letting out an exasperated groan, Spider-Mane stopped in his tracks, instinctively perching himself on the side of a flag pole.

“This is ridiculous. I’m so uptight. I can barely think straight. It doesn’t help that it’s just another slow day. That’s when I think too much,” he muttered, tapping his hoof against his chin. “Geez, I could sure use some baddies to punch, but I’m totally not in the mood to fight something as disastrous as a dragon or demi-god. I was hoping for something more subtle like ‘save somepony from a burning building’, or ‘return Cerberus to the Pits of Tartarus’, or a--”

Suddenly, Peter's spider sense blared off within his cranium before the sound of glass shattering reached his ears. Shifting his gaze downward, he spotted two ponies wearing ski-masks bursting out of the window of the Cakes’ residence, one with a large bag in tow.

“A good, old fashioned robbery? Just the remedy I needed!”

Releasing himself from his position, Spider-Mane performed a series of flips before landing perfectly on all four hooves. Both burglars stumbled to a halt due to the costumed stallion that stood in their path. The unicorn, notably the smaller of the two ponies, stammered about frantically, accidentally dropping the bag full of the stolen goods. Several cookies, from chocolate chip to oatmeal raisin, rolled from the opening and across the ground, prompting the larger crook, an earth pony with stature rivaling Big Macintosh, to yell at his terrified compatriot.

“You idiot! Don’t drop the merchandise!” he barked, bringing his hoof over the unicorn’s head for a smack. “What good is it if we can’t eat it?!”

“Seriously, guys? You’re robbing the Cakes? The bank’s just down the street. Better yet, try the jewelry store. I hear it’s owned by an old timer right now. I know the villain's market is bad, but this is just plain silly.” Extending his hoof, Spider-Mane fired a strand of webbing onto the bag of treats and pulled it over his shoulder in one swift jerk. “Thinking about it though, I can’t really blame you. I mean, have you tried Mrs. Cake’s strawberry, triple-layered, chocolate-icing cake? It’s too good for words!”

“Help!” A blue pony scurried from inside the residence. “Two hooligans just robbed my--!” Spider-Mane, with a single bound, hopped over the burglars and landed next to the pink-maned mare before she could hope to finish her sentence. “Spider-Mane? Thank goodness! Those two--!”

“I’m working on it, Mrs. Cake,” the heroic stallion politely intervened, surrendering the bag to its rightful owner. As the older mare accepted the bag, smiling, Spider-Mane shifted his blank, white gaze back to the burglars and shook his head disapprovingly. “As good as Mrs. Cake’s sweets are, you can’t just steal from her. She has to make a living like everypony else. Seriously! Just five bits can get you a whole cake! That’s a steal on its own!”

The large burglar yelled out, his frustration reaching a fever pitch, and charged the costumed stallion full speed. Once within range, he threw a wide punch, but Spider-Mane, still standing next to Mrs. Cake, held his ground, threw his hooves up, and blocked the attack that would have otherwise struck both him and the mare. Before he could hope to follow up in any fashion, the hero drove his hoof into the crook’s jaw, retaliating with a punch of his own.

Although Spider-Mane held back his strength considerably, the blow carried enough force to send the bulky stallion flying for several feet until he crashed in an unconscious heap. His partner could only watch helplessly and shriek at the top of his lungs. However, his panic only seemed to worsen as Spider-Mane nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, paying his feat of strength no mind, and Mrs. Cake applauded his action, smiling as she clapped her hooves together.

“If you’re going to eat here, be sure not to go overboard. I’d eat here everyday if I didn’t need to fit into the tights. It’s difficult enough as it is, you see.” Webbing the unconscious burglar to the ground until the majority of his body was cocooned, with the exception of his head, Spider-Mane paused, glaring at his own lower region. “Speaking of which, does my butt look big? I’m sorry. It’s just so much is on my mind, and I tend to talk a lot whenever that happens. Then you two try to rob my favorite bakery? Shame on you for stressing me out like this! I should--!”

Before Spider-Mane could continue his rambling tirade, the unicorn stood upright and threw his hooves high over his head in a form of surrender. “All right, all right! I give up! Just shut up already!”

The sun had fell mostly behind the horizon, allowing a few of the sky’s stars to be seen with gained effort. The day had passed, but Fluttershy felt quite content with her progress. Each window remained open, allowing the clear, crisp air of the outside world to circle through her abode. The animals were attended to, and they were quick to give the mare her space upon a polite request. Even Angel gave no protest, not wanting to push his owner on such a day. Daisies within a vase rested on each table in the house, adding their tempting aroma to the already purified atmosphere.

With an apron wrapped around her waist, Fluttershy walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of salad with her mouth. She approached the round table, finding its small size comfortable and perfect for the moment that approached. Once the dish was placed near the center of the table, beside the vase of daisies, a bowl of mushroom soup, and a plate full of various sliced fruits, Fluttershy’s brow furrowed. She questioned herself, unsure if the choice of foods was decent enough to please her beloved.

Peter had always praised her mushroom soup, making that dish an easy choice to conjure up, but everything else was rather simple, leaving a hint of doubt to fill her spirit. Today was special to the girl, but considering the simplicity of her actions, Peter may have thought it didn’t mean to her. Fluttershy shook her head. That was not the case. At the very least, the settings were compatible with her comfort zone, making it easy for her to open up. She already trusted Peter, but a little help was needed to climb over the final hurdle.

Fluttershy’s ears perked at the sound of gentle knocks that came from behind her door. Her heart sped, excitement already building from within, but the Pegasus inhaled deeply, placing her hoof over her to calm her nerves. She trotted over to the door, opening it without so much as a second thought, and despite mentally preparing herself for this occasion, the butterflies in her stomach continued to flock. Peter stood with his hoof behind his head and sheepish smile etched on his face, but Fluttershy leaped forward, wrapping her hooves around the stallion’s neck in a warm embrace.

“Hey, ‘Shy. Sorry I’m late,” Peter whispered, planting his lips over the mare’s forehead. Fluttershy shuddered at the hint of contact, letting out a content sigh as the stallion returned the embrace in full. “Trouble happened, but I stopped it. You know, the usual.”

“Um... are you okay?” She hesitantly broke away, immediately missing the stallion’s body heat. Her large, glossy eyes scanned over his body before settling back on Peter’s hazel-blue irises. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Nah, I barely broke a sweat.”

Peter pulled the Pegasus closer, using his hoof to raise her mouth slightly, and in one swift motion, he pressed his lips against her own. Once again, the act ended rather abruptly, this time on the stallion’s behalf. He turned to close the door, prompting the mare to mirror his actions with the windows in her home. As she clumsily completed the task, she turned her attention to her apron, managing to slid the clothing down her waist and over her legs. Peter’s face grew hot at a thought, but he repelled his mind’s banter.

“You look beautiful,” he said, looking away shamefully at his outburst.

Fluttershy’s muscles locked against her will. Even a year later, Peter’s simplest words carried so much meaning. Her cheeks flushed to a shade of dewy pink, and the Pegasus could not resist the urge to giggle. “Um... Thank you.” Stealing a glance out of the corner of her eye, Fluttershy felt her urges swell. Tonight was certainly the time. Shaking her head, she smiled. “Hungry?”

Minutes passed as the pair ate in a comfortable silence. Occasionally, Peter would pause to give his share of compliments for the dishes prepared, and Fluttershy doing the same whenever one of their glasses of water emptied. On the outside, both ponies were greatly content, sharing this time together, but inwardly was quite the opposite, their minds racing, nerves building, and urges growing. Fluttershy’s hooves fidgeted underneath the table, caressing the inside of her thighs in an attempt to smooth away her rising goosebumps.

Peter was not better off. His body temperature refused to lower, the mere thoughts of that question sending waves of heat throughout his body. Despite the several glasses of water he consumed, it felt as if his throat were dryer now than it was previously before his meal. Looking over at the pink-maned beauty, the heat Peter felt intensified, causing small beads of sweat to form along his forehead. He was losing his cool before he could hope to gather it, and that was becoming a literal statement.

Once his seventh beverage had been downed, Peter's mind droned. 'Will you get a grip? Seriously! Firelord didn't make you sweat this much, and he gave you third degree burns! How hard is it to ask a simple question? Come on!’

Unfortunately, much to his own dismay, Peter opened his mouth, only for his words to fall into his throat. The wise-cracking, motor-mouthed Spider-Mane found himself speechless. No matter how many times he attempted to sort the words out in his mind, Peter could not bring himself to simply say what he felt. He shook his head inwardly. He could have, but it’d come off crude and vulgar, something Peter felt should never reach the ears of one as innocent as Fluttershy. Perhaps, there was a way, but he needed time to figure things out.

“Um... Peter?” Fluttershy’s soft voice pierced the silent void that surrounded them. The stallion raised his brow, patiently awaiting what the mare had to say.

Things were going so well, but he would not make a move. Fluttershy’s brow furrowed, revealing a hint of frustration the girl bore. It was her own fault, not taking her stallion’s denseness into consideration. Her stomach tightened and legs grew numb for a second time. No, she could not wait much longer. Weeks of waiting had led her to this point, but if she allowed it to remain in Peter’s hoof, things may have taken much longer than she wanted.

A glare formed in her usually soft eyes. Iron Will’s words echoed throughout her ears. She could just sit around, feeling sorry for herself, or she could be assertive, grasping the very thing she longed for. Peter was the only stallion in the world that made her feel this way, and he almost didn’t realize it. Fluttershy’s frown deepened. He may have known what she was feeling, probably teasing her by not making his move. That’d be cruel. Pushing her seat from the table, Fluttershy quietly made her way over to Peter and placed her hoof over one of his own, determined not to fall for such a trick.

“Please, follow me.”

While her tone was soft, a hint a seriousness could be felt. Peter did as he was told and allowed the mare to lead him by the hoof out of the kitchen. It did not take long for the pair to reach the living room. Fluttershy felt her urges progressively grow. She bit down on her lip, using every fiber of what little focus she had left to help guide her to the ideal locale. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, namely from the mare’s standpoint, they finally reached the sofa.

Turning to face the stallion, Fluttershy ran her hoof over Peter's strong chest, feeling, more than ever, her cheeks flush at the intimate contact. Her other hoof moved up to join the first, and the Pegasus allowed them to roam about his body, exploring his chest, torso and back in the dim light of the room. Peter’s breathing grew shallow. He knew not what to make of Fluttershy’s behavior, but he dared not stop it, making contented noises that matched her own.

Shifting his position slightly, he slid his hooves along her waist and across her back, caressing her soft body. Fluttershy fell back onto the waiting sofa, stretching her body out as Peter followed her movements and remained on top. She managed to adjust her body slightly, making certain, like in her dream from earlier, that her stallion’s lower region was perfectly positioned in between her legs. Releasing a very passionate, feral, growl, Fluttershy clutched Peter tightly, wrapping her limbs and legs around his body. Her gaze met his. She begged that the fates not reveal this to be another dream.

With all the desire that the Pegasus had assembled over the past few months, she closed her eyes and drove her lips to his. Peter responded quickly, managing to get over his amazement, Fluttershy melted into the act of affection. It was real, very much so. Her hips raised, causing her lower region to grind into Peter’s. A surprised yet pleased moan escaped from the stallion, prompting him to press back. A wave of pleasure engulfed the mare, evident by the sharp intakes of breaths she took, but through her giddy dizziness in her head, Fluttershy knew exactly what she desired.

Something emerged from under his fur and brushed against the mare’s inner thigh, which had grown considerably wet. Fluttershy’s eyes shifted, spotting her stallion’s erect member. The inside of her chest grew hot. She imagined what it might have looked like quite often, but her imagination paled in comparison to the twitching, pulsating, reality that stiffly stood before her. The point of her desire was there, and Fluttershy begged to be taken by it.

Fluttershy rested her forehead against his, her demanding voice matching the tone of a whisper. “Peter... I want you.”

Peter’s eyes shot open as a gasp involuntarily left his mouth, but the stallion managed a shy smile, showing the mare both his acknowledgement and nervousness. A part of him felt relieved, grateful that the task of asking was taken out of his hooves, but Peter could not shake the trepidation that gripped him so soundly. Fluttershy was still innocent, and once the physical form of that was lost, it could not be retrieved. He wanted nothing more than to make love to Fluttershy, but he did not wish to harm his flower.

“Are you sure? What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t. I trust you,” she said, clutching at his limbs. Both ponies stared at each other for what felt like minutes. She trusted him. Was there anything else she could have said? Nodding, Fluttershy kissed Peter once more. “I love you.” Groaning, the Pegasus arched her back and slammed her eyes shut. “Please, take me, Peter!”

He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but desire, no objection whatsoever. Without hesitation, Peter dove into her. Hearing her begin to scream, the stallion kissed her again and used her open mouth to taste as much of her as possible. He furthered himself into her, keeping a majority of his strength in check, and felt resistance. Nodding, Peter knew what this meant. Not wanting to prolong his flower's suffering by breaking her virginity slowly, he bit his lower lip and dove quickly, severing her hymen in one swift thrust without bringing excessive harm.

Fluttershy screamed into his mouth, her body cringing sharply, but Peter's kisses kept her silent as well as provided comfort. He slowly proceeded to perform a series of thrusts, and eventually picked up the pace once the mare's body relaxed and screams of pain morphed into moans of pleasure. Peter smiled, pleased that Fluttershy was already enjoying herself. It meant he was not being too rough. However, his ears perked and eyes widened once the mare’s limbs pulled his body further against her own.

“Peter...” she whispered, her hot breath brushing against his cheek. “...harder...” Her grip on his body tightened. “...faster...!”

A smirk formed on the stallion’s face. As innocent as Fluttershy was, she seemed to have been enjoying herself far more than he anticipated. Peter’s mind huffed, chiding himself for forgetting his mare had always been surprisingly strong. Granted, it only appeared during times of anger, but he knew what that was like, remembering a certain scientist back on Earth with an amazing rage issue. Ponies were more resilient than he had given credit for, and Fluttershy, while still a flower at heart, was not as dainty as Peter believed.

Obeying her pleas, Peter picked up both the pace and power of his thrusts, driving into her as far as possible. Fluttershy's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. Her inner walls contracted and a wave of pleasure forced a shriek of ecstasy from the mare's lungs as her climax drove her over the proverbial edge. Yet, Peter still wasn't done, continuing to increase his power and speed until he couldn't go any faster.

Possessed by the pleasure, she began to match his thrusting rhythm, her screams fluctuating in pitch and volume. By that time, Fluttershy had climaxed twice and was building her way to her third orgasm. With his super strength and endurance, Peter was truly an amazing stallion. Fluttershy's muscles ached and limbs grew numb. Her sore pelvis could not take much more, yet her tongue hung from her opened smiling mouth, refusing to tell Peter to cease his motions. She was his now, and by the goddesses, nothing would change that.

“Fluttershy!” Peter called out, his voice strained. “I’m about to--!”

Thrusting into her farther than he had yet done, Peter sprayed his seed inside of her, triggering Fluttershy's third orgasm. In her bliss, the Pegasus had lost some form of consciousness, her hazy memory finding herself on the sofa one moment only to realize she had been placed in her bed. The elation she felt had not faltered, although some of her muscles were still quite sore. Yet, Peter ran his hoof through her drenched mane, causing the Pegasus to respond with a sleepy smile.

“I think I went overboard. Try to get some sleep, okay?” Peter grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed with his gaze fixed on his lover. Nodding, he prepared to make his exit, feeling the girl needed to be alone, but Fluttershy, despite her semi consciousness, reached out and placed her hoof over the stallion’s thigh. “Fluttershy?”

“Love... you...” the Pegasus whispered, barely coherent.

Peter’s heart swelled, causing a smile to form on his face. “I love you, too.” Rearing down, he gently placed his lips over her forehead before turning his hazel irises to the night sky behind the window. “And here’s to another year with you.”