> What Happens in the Stalls > by Wendy A Crescent > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Stays in the Stalls > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- If they would ever ask Fluttershy what she enjoyed doing in her free time with her coltfriend Big Macintosh, she would always tell ponies that she really enjoyed the closeness they shared together. The way he would understand her without words ever needing to be spoken between them. It was innate – instinctual, even. She would tell you about how they were made for each other and the innocent and chaste things they did together like going for long walks together. It wasn’t a lie. Pure, innocent Fluttershy would never lie about her life to anyone, would she? No. She wouldn’t. But everypony has their secrets, and some secrets you just don’t tell anyone but your coltfriend. It took Fluttershy a lot of courage to tell Big Macintosh about her sexual fantasies. They started small at first – having her hands pinned above her head when they had sex, having her mane tugged by his strong hands. But slowly, as she told him more, things escalated drastically. Being tied up, spanked, called such very horrible names as slut and whore. Eventually, everything culminated in what was planned for that night. Sitting on the edge of her seat, Fluttershy found herself in a rather shady place in Baltimare, waiting nervously for her stallion to arrive. Ponies were giving her curious looks, she was alone, nervous, a first timer in an establishment that catered to sexual fetishes. Fluttershy smiled, watching the tall red stallion walk in. Seeing him was a comfort in this strange place, it filled her with the confidence to do this. To get through it and indulge in what was probably her most extreme fetish yet. She wasn’t sure what shocked her more – the fact that Big Mac had agreed to this, or that he knew about a place like this. Her cheeks felt hot as she met his gentle, caring eyes. She didn’t have to be ashamed of herself around him, ever. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Fluttershy pressed herself closer against Mac’s side, holding his arm between her soft, voluminous breasts. Not because she was nervous or afraid. No, this was a place full of ponies who thought like her, who were into the same things. She wasn’t a freak here, she was utterly normal and that was a great comfort. No, the reason she was holding his arm like that was to keep herself upright while walking. His strong right hand was pressed firmly, shamelessly under her skirt, rubbing roughly against her needy sex through her simple silk panties. Nuzzling into his shoulder she let out those squeaky moans that he so enjoyed and insisted on calling adorable. To anyone they passed, it was very clear in the moment who was the submissive one and who was the dominant one in their relationship. Fluttershy enjoyed it the way it was. His confident demeanour filled her with a boldness that she could have never gained on her own. It had even spilt over into her everyday life. Sure, she was still the sweet and kind Fluttershy she’d always been, but she was also a bit more confident in herself. A fact she was very proud of. She was pulled from her thoughts by his fingers slipping inside of her panties, three of them rubbing against her moist and needy slit, his large middle finger pressing down on her clit, teasing her pussy’s entrance every time the tip of his finger brushed between her labia. Of course, as always, he never gave her what she wanted and craved. It only served to tease and excite her. He wanted her needy and desperate. He was such a meanie when he got like this. “M-Master… P-please?” She tried, watching his gentle smile turn into a knowing smirk. She wouldn’t get his pity this time, no matter how much she moaned, mewled, and whined at him. “Now, now, Fluttershy. What have ah told ya’ll about being patient?” He commented in a slightly condescending tone of voice. She hated him for that tone, not because it made her feel bad. In fact, it made her excitement so much worse, so much more intense. “Now ah know ya’ll are a woman, and ya’ll can’t help but be a shameless slut, but if you aren’t patient I will take you over a knee and spank you like the bitch in heat you are.” His smirk turned terrible, showing that he knew he had already won, that he was enjoying getting to her. For her own part Fluttershy looked away from him, averting her eyes in aroused embarrassment. All she could do was prove him right, rubbing herself against those strong, powerful, and very incessant fingers with loud, shameful moans of submissive bliss. “Y-Yes, Master,” was her heavily panted response, her eyes focusing on nothing while her hands gripped him firmly for guidance. She was so very much his slave when they both fell into their roles like this. It was so simple, so natural, and it made her extremely happy. More importantly she felt utterly safe knowing that she could stop this all with but a single word. “We’re here,” he announced, she could practically hear the grin in his voice but before she could look up at the scene he had grabbed her by the arm and pulled her roughly so she stood in front of him, facing him, with a gentle roughness to his touch, forcing her to look at him and not what was behind her. “Now, are ya’ll sure you want this?” He asked, partially breaking character for just a second to make sure, he tenderly gripped her chin to make sure she could look nowhere but his eyes. “Yes, Master,” she said with all the determination in her heart. She wanted this, at least she wanted to try this. But that didn’t make her any less nervous for this type of play. “Please, Master.” He smiled kindly at her and nodded. “You remember what to do to safe word out when your mouth is full, right slut?” He asked almost offhandedly slowly tangling her hair into his hand and pulling her forwards ever so slightly. “Y-yes MasAH!” She moaned, loudly. “P-pinch your thi-thigh…” She breathed heavily, as he forced her to turn around. The scene revealed to her made her blush flare up intensely. The sight before her was the exact one she had described to Big Mac, and the fact that such a contraption already existed was both shocking and arousing to her. She wasn’t alone in this fantasy. At first glance from a distance it looked like a normal urinal for stallions but on closer inspection it became obvious that a mare could be strapped into it upside-down. Fluttershy noticed that the back was padded, and the angle would be perfect for her to be restrained there for a long period of time, although they had agreed to no longer than a few minutes of being upside down. “Everything you hoped for, slut?” He asked with a deep chuckle, simply picking her up with that impressive strength of his. She was helpless to resist him, unable to wriggle free from his hands as he simply started pulling off her clothing before restraining her in the device, her legs shackled to the side, so she was forced to reveal her drooling wet sex. Her hands were chained to the bottom, leaving her there helpless and blushing furiously. “You look good like that.” Big Macintosh seemed to decide then with a firm nod given. She watched him very slowly unzip his pants, her tongue lolling out with a needy little whine. She tried desperately to reach the tip of his shaft with her tongue, just a taste… With a roll of his eyes, Mac began to give her what she wanted, but at an agonisingly slow pace, only lowering the very tip of his shaft to her mouth, and when she tried trapping it between her lips cruelly pulling away from her with a low, evil chuckle. “My, aren’t you a needy slut,” he commented with that downright evil smile that turned Fluttershy on so much more than she wanted to admit. A low, pathetic whine escaped her lips in the moment as she aimed her eyes up at him pleadingly. “Aaawh… does my slutty doll want her cock?” he taunted. She nodded desperately. Finally, he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. “Then take it.” She wasted no time in parting her lips just enough to let him slip his thick, throbbing shaft into her eager mouth. Almost instantly she assaulted his shaft with her tongue, slowly tracing along every vein, moaning out without a hint of shame remaining to be found on the normally so shy mare. Her eyes looked past the shaft, up at him for as long as she could. Eventually though the shaft was deeply buried in her throat, making the poor mare gag heavily. Not that it stopped her from bobbing her head up and down on that delicious cock. She enjoyed the sensation of his heavy, cum-laden balls slapping lightly against her face every time, unable to escape that thick, heady musk that practically made her drool in need. She screamed against his cock as two of his fingers started pressing incessantly at her drooling pussy, slowly spreading her open at an agonising pace. “Look at you. Such a shameless whore.” He thrust those big fingers into her depths roughly, and she rocked her hips back, taking them deeper, harder, just the way she loved it. Every time he thrust into her made her cry out in maddening bliss. She had been waiting so long for this; it had taken a whole week for Mac to make all the arrangements. Neither of them were holding back anymore, they’d agreed not to touch each other, or themselves until they could do this. Tasting Mac’s pre on her tongue, Fluttershy crooned out in delight. She’d missed that taste so much. She wanted more of it, craved more of it. Her eyes fluttered closed as they both fell into a passionate rhythm of thrusting. She kept her lips tight around his pulsing breeding spear, sucking on it, trying to force the cum out of his balls. He was fucking her mouth as though he was taking her needy pussy. Fluttershy didn’t hold back the climax that rocked her body, cumming from sheer excitement and those rough, violent fingers taking her dripping pussy. “Ready, slut?” he asked. Then, without any warning, he simply hilted his shaft inside of her throat, cooing lightly as he felt her lips pressing against his crotch, his warm cumladen balls resting on her nose. Grunting heavily, he shot his load into her throat with a very happy smile playing on his lips. “Oooooh that’s a good whore,” he exclaimed, slowly grinding himself against her face, enjoying her struggle for breath. He knew her limits and slowly pulled back with that grin of his. Now came what she had asked for, why they were here. Slowly he stroked his saliva-slicked shaft. His other hand continued to pleasure the climaxing mare, extending it for as long as he could. Fluttershy watched him stroking the lovely cock, enjoying the way the last spurts of seed dribbled onto her face, followed by the thing she had been anticipating the entire time. A nice stream of golden yellow that was followed by a heady sigh of relief from the stallion himself. He made sure to aim it at her open and offered mouth, but also at her breasts and belly making sure she was utterly coated in his salty piss. Fluttershy meanwhile looked like she was out of her mind with joy, gulping down a few good mouthfuls as his fingers still roughly ravished her needy pussy. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Fluttershy smiled happily in the moment. It had been a few minutes since their session had ended and she lay back against Big Mac, enjoying that floaty sensation she had simply being in his embrace. It was enough to stop her caring about anything other than just him and the warm water on her body. She could feel his strong hands wandering along her body slowly, tenderly caressing her skin with the sponge. He had showered her vigorously before, but this was better, it made her feel wonderful. She had learnt long ago that it was no use to protest when he wanted to pamper her like this. He didn’t have the magical fingers of Aloe and Lotus, but he was her coltfriend and that made this moment all the more intensely special in her mind. She was very sure that this was what it felt like to be one of her animal friends when she bathed them. Relaxing, wonderful, filling her with the feeling of being loved oh so very much. It was almost enough for her to fall asleep in his embrace, enjoying the warmth against his toned, muscular physique. A grin spread on her lips as one of his hands started running through the mess that was her pink hair, slowly lathering her up with a sweet passion fruit-scented shampoo. “Enjoying yourself, my love?” he asked, his deep baritone voice gentle and sweet. “Yes,” she cooed happily, slowly pressing herself a little closer. “Thank you, dearest.”