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My Little Pony: FlutterMac by tempo321
My Little Pony: FlutterMac
Writing Exercise
By Tempo
Read a few fan fictions where people had trouble showing some shy characters in a romantic relationship, so I gave it a try.
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Fluttershy enjoyed sex with Big Macintosh.
Actually, she really enjoyed it. A lot.
The big, scruffy workhorse made love to her with such gentle attentiveness, she couldn't help but feel safe. The affection in those patient green eyes made her feel so loved, she had to admit that maybe all the sappy romance novels she read were onto something. He made her feel like a princess: the magical, eternal ruler of his heart. Not that she wanted to rule over anypony—especially somepony who'd made her feel so special. Not to mention making her feel quite a lot of other nice things…
He'd certainly never rushed her. With the same patience that he worked on the farm, and over the course of seasons, he'd cuddled her until she could think of nothing but kissing him, kissed her until her hips pressed to his with insistent need, licked her until she'd climaxed enough times to get curious about having him…the entire impressive length of him…inside her.
By the time they first made love, Fluttershy almost forgot to be nervous. He'd guided her through the familiar cuddling, kissing, licking, and orgasms enough to work her into a lather. When he held her close, she'd felt his stiff length throbbing…down there, against her naked skin, right where his mouth had been just moments before. Rubbing against her, he looked so cute and sweet and bashful, unable to restrain his attraction. She found it very flattering. She also found herself bucking back at him, just as softly. Being a gentlecolt, he'd asked her, just to be sure. A blush still raced to her cheeks whenever she remembered his deep, bedroom voice rumbling at her ear, asking if she wanted him. An anxious "please" even tumbled out after the question, as if she needed convincing. Of course she wanted him. He'd been so good to her, reminding her she needed to be cared for the way she cared for others. A tiny nod and a squeaked "yes" were the best she could manage in the moment, however.
He felt wonderful inside her, just like he had every time since. Her body welcomed his strong, tender thrusts, which slowed when she tensed and sped when she moaned. She moaned a lot, far more than she every dreamed she would. And she'd been such a loudmouth, she was sure some of the animals in the next room must have heard. She hoped they weren't bothered too much.
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A quick little writing exercise I did a while ago, inspired by a conversation with Anakuro. Sillyneko345 insisted I post it! : )
Art: Slate
-Tempo
