Fluttershy thinks of what is coming next, shaking slightly, “Oh, um, it’s my first time… please be gentle with me…. if that’s okay with you.” Her eyes are drawn lower, fixating on the male member directly in front of her.

"Shh, 'Shy," Doug says, "We don't have to rush anything. We'll take it as slow and as gentle as you like. Okay?" He leans forward, his hand lightly pulling on the mare's neck, though to no avail. Fluttershy merely stands above him, slowly breathing, her muscles locked around him.

"Okay," Fluttershy whimpers, her eyes unwavering. Doug sighs, leaning forward to kiss Fluttershy on the lips. The mare jolts back, trying to hide behind her mane, "Oh dear, are we starting? I'm sorry, go ahead." She moves back in position, locking her limbs, her head slightly turned away, her eyes closed and her breath coming in fast spurts.

Doug sighs, laying back a little bit and relaxing. His hands move to her left foreleg, gently lifting, light squeezes as she resists. She slightly turns her head, looking at him out of the corner of her eye as his hands continue to slowly slide up, finding the tensed muscles, his fingers gripping while his thumbs dig in. "How are you feeling, Fluttershy?"

The mare turns her head away, a whispered answer while Doug continues pressing. He frowns, one hand moving to each foreleg, rubbing up and down as he looks at her mane covered face. She whispers a little louder, "Do you not want to be with me?"

"I do, 'Shy, but I'm confused. I felt your aggression, your passion, and I enjoyed it, but it faded so quickly."

"Well," Fluttershy says, her head still hiding behind her mane, "It's not going how I thought it would be. I thought the stallion was supposed to take control, to lead his mare, and to know what is best for her." Her head slowly peeks out from behind her mane, looking Doug in the eyes, "Do you not know what's best for me?"

"Well, I-"

Fluttershy shakes her head, interrupting Doug's hedged response, "There's only one right answer." She immediately shies down, "Well, unless you thought you were doing what was best for me. In which case, you can keep going. I'm sorry."

Doug stares at Fluttershy for a few seconds, "Alright, then, Fluttershy. When I tell you to, you're going to stand up and turn around."

Fluttershy slowly nods, her hooves starting to push against the floor. She stops as his hand lightly slaps her flank, a sharp twinge of pain directly over her cutie mark. She looks at him, confusion on her face, saying, "What? But-"

Another slap rings through the house, the exact same spot, her whole body shuddering at the contact. "Did I say you could speak?" Doug demands, a hard look at Fluttershy. She quails under his gaze, slowly shaking her head to the side, the motion echoing in ripples through her body. "Better. Now, stand up and turn around." Fluttershy stares at Doug for a few seconds before a loud slap to her flank causes her to gasp, "Did I stutter?"

"No, sir," Fluttershy says, getting to her hooves, her knees wobbling back and forth. She unsteadily turns around, her body shaking as she feels a strange dampness in her nethers, watching out of the corner of her eye as he maneuvers himself to a kneeling position behind her.

"Are you ready?" Doug sharply asks; one hand slides across her flank, gently massaging the twinging muscles. The other finds her tail, pushing the long pink hair to the side, completely exposing herself to him. His hand grips her flank, Fluttershy quickly nodding in return; Doug says in a softer, more comforting voice, "Alright, 'Shy. This is going to be a little uncomfortable at first. Okay?"

"Okay," comes the hesitant reply, Fluttershy tensing up as she expects another slap, Doug's hand instead tracing the butterfly furthest from him, his thumb slowly drawing closer and closer to her marehood. Fluttershy shudders as one finger tarries, another making the short leap to the middle butterfly. Both slowly circle around, a tantalizingly slow revolution before a third finger finds the third butterfly.

A small 'eep' comes from the pegasus, her breath quickening as both thumbs spread the hair covering her marehood, her head lowering to the ground as her forehooves cover her face. "Hey!" Doug commands, his hands twisting against her flank. "Up on your hooves."

Fluttershy gulps, her legs feeling like jelly as she tries to push, her knees finally finding the strength to hold herself up. She glances back, her eyes widening as Doug leans forward, his nose moving to an inch away from her, inhaling her scent with a loud hiss from his nostrils.

"Mm," he smiles, his mouth giving her outer lips a soft kiss, "Are you as delicious as your scent?" Fluttershy's eyes snap shut as a wetness invades her marehood, holding her breath as the probing member pushes further inside. Her breath leaves her mouth as he slips out, one hand continuing to hold her flank while the other traces a meandering line along her side, ending at the nape of her neck. His hand gently pulls her neck, her eyes opening as her head turns, his face inches from hers.

"Definitely," he purrs, her mouth opening slightly as his lips find hers, his hand now holding her in place as his tongue licks her, a slight tug against her lips. Her eyes widen as she feels his hand leave her side, a brush of his penis against her belly as it slowly slides against her.

"Nnh," she grunts as his head parts her lips, her eyes boring into his as he smiles, a twinge of pain as he pushes slightly into her. Her walls feel rough, her lubricant only slowly starting to seep out and coat her insides.

"Hmm," Doug says, his eyebrows tensing, a glance towards her flanks as he withdraws from her face. He pulls himself out just a fraction of an inch, a second light push resulting in the lubricant spreading but the same stab of pain.

She gives him a pleading look; why is he backing off? Did he not like her? Was she too tight? Too loose? This couldn't be it, right? Rainbow had waxed eloquently; well, as much as the pegasus did on anything; on how things had gone with him. What was wrong?

"You still have your hymen?" Doug asks, one hand returning to her flank and slowly rubbing, the other finding her mane and scratching her head. The head still resting inside her pulses outwards, a slight strain against her tight walls.

Fluttershy slowly nods, her face then falling to the floor, "I... I do, I'm sorry, but I haven't used a cooler before, and I should have, to-"

"Shh," Doug's finger rests against her mouth, silencing her; Fluttershy looks up as he continues, "It's okay, 'Shy. It'll just be a little more uncomfortable at first. It'll hurt, but it'll get better, okay?" Fluttershy frowns at first, trying to turn her head away. Doug's hand stops her, his lips finding hers again. "Here we go," he says, the hand against her flank gripping her like a vice.

Fluttershy's eyes nearly bug out as he thrusts, her squeal silenced against his mouth. She frantically kisses him over and over, trying to ignore the pain from her nethers as he rests fully inside her. His mouth opens, her tongue finding his as she pushes against him, the scent of blood starting to overwhelm her. She whimpers, a soft, "Shh," from her stallion quickly calming her down.

She gulps as she realizes; he is her stallion now. Fully hilted in her, his body not quite blanketing her back as she might have envisioned, but still completely wrapping around her, his arms surrounding her. She gives a soft grunt as she feels him beginning to withdraw, her earlier anxieties flaring up again, her slight shake of the head enough to spur another round of reassurance from her stallion as his hand rubs against her neck. The hand on her flank loosens its grip as he pushes in again, the pain from deep inside her beginning to lessen as her tight tunnel loosens.

"There we go," he says, his thrusts into his mare becoming more and more regular, a contented smile spreading over her face as the pain disappears, replaced by a euphoric haze. Her legs relax, still holding her body up but no longer tensed to the point of locking up, blood slowly returning to her muscles as a thin trail of red escapes her marehood.

Fluttershy releases a long sigh, no longer focusing on her head but on her flanks, the steady rhythm a rock to cling to as turbulent thoughts rush through her. Did good mares enjoy sex? Her parents, loving and kind as they were, never talked to her about it. But they must have enjoyed it, right? Or why would her sire have taken several mares, had multiple foals with each?

She smiles as she realizes; just like Doug has done. Just like she will do with him. She loses herself, nearly screaming as his thrusts speed up, "Oh! Yes!"

"You like that, 'Shy?" he grins, starting to slide her body back and forth as her neck arches back, her eyes screwed shut as she focuses entirely on the pleasure radiating from her nethers. "Tell me how much you like it," he says as his breathing gets heavier, his pace slightly slowing as he waits for her response.

"Nn!" she squeals, "Don't! Stop!"

He speeds up again; Fluttershy's front hooves give out, the mare collapses as her orgasm hits her, her mind blank as her tongue lolls out, a dazed expression on her mouth as he cums, fully inside her.

Doug recovers first, a soft squelch as he pulls out. He gently pets Fluttershy's mane as he gets up, a quick trip to the kitchen gathering a few paper towels. Fluttershy glances back at the cool wetness, her stallion cleaning up the blood slowly making its way into her coat, a white mixture slowly seeping out of her marehood. She giggles at the ticklishness as he reaches her inner thigh, picking herself back up as one hand playfully massages her teat. She leans back as he leans forward, the towel finding her marehood as his lips find hers again.

"So, um, do we get to do that again?" Fluttershy says, a wide grin on her face. She looks down, Doug's penis still slick with her juices, having not gotten around to toweling himself off. She bends down, Doug pushing his hips forward as his arms fall back, the mare sniffing at the strange scent. She smiles to herself; even better than Rainbow described!

Doug chuckles as the mare's tongue starts at the base of his penis, licking up along the shaft, delaying at the tip for a wonderful second before her mouth engulfs him, moving halfway down before coming back up. His hands rest on her mane, her eyes meeting his, the unspoken question of how far she should continue to go quickly answered as his hand tightens, a soft tug away from him. "That was amazing, Fluttershy," Doug says, a pleasant smile to his mare. "But, I think we could both use a little time to rest and recharge. Do you want to get some dessert? Your dinner was delicious."