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06/22/11(Wed)15:05 No.27065509>>27065365
The stallion's eyes traced over Fluttershy's back, down her haunches, over her rear. She was so small, so delicate, and yet so nicely-shaped. It's not that Big McIntosh was into small girls, it's just that, well, relatively, nearly everyone in Ponyville was small compared to him. He couldn't exactly help that, could he? And he always thought himself gentle enough... Please, he thought, just leave. Get out of here. Even as his eyes followed the curves of her hind legs, or lingered suggestively at her mouth. Usually he had such self-control, but now, he was just so tense. He ached so badly he couldn't stand it. His head was pounding with his heartbeat. He could barely see. He tried hard to cool down. Normally, he could. He could just will the thoughts away. But with every passing second, it just got worse and worse. He bit his lip and whimpered.
Fluttershy glanced to the big red pony suddenly, looking a little worried. "Um... Are you all right, Big McIntosh?" she asked gently, as though the mere question was a rude imposition she had to apologize for. "You look... more red than usual." "Yes," he thought, "Please go away." "No," he said, "I... could use some help."
He bit his lip. Why did he say that? He really couldn't help it. But Fluttershy seemed so innocent, he couldn't rope her into this. How old was she, again?
"Oh dear. What's wrong? What can I do?" she asked, a bit louder than before, stepping up to the stallion with a genuinely concerned expression. Nothing, he thought. Or everything. He twitched, unseen. Throbbing. Aching. Raw. He needed release. He needed her. Right here.
"Fluttershy," he said plainly, standing up a bit and turning to face her. She watched him, her tender gaze on his glazed eyes. She waited for him to continue, but movement caught her eye as he shifted his weight. She glanced beneath him. Her eyes widened. Her cheeks turned red. Somewhere upstairs, Rarity grinned. |