FlutterGal

by darf

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Anthro, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Spike, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, Profanity
Length: 6718

After three months of awkward dating, Fluttershy decides to step up her 'gal' game to get in Spike's pants—with surprisingly emotional results! (And sex).

Fluttershy and Spike have been dating for three months, and so far, not so much as a hand-hold! Fluttershy's determined to take matters into her own hands (heh), and with a piece of intel from Twilight about Spike's pony appearance preferences, she's ready to show off the gal that's always been underneath.

Content Warning: Gyaru/gal transformation, sexually aggressive mare, blowjob, riding, creampie, mutual orgasms

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Directly inspired by 310398.

Edited by Deus Foalt.

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Published 2020-08-11 18:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-11 18:10:03 UTC

Gyaru = Gal

Saturday afternoon, the perfect time for a meal existing in a nebulous state between all three potential configurations. The perfect time for meeting with friends, sitting in busy cafes and sipping lattes while munching on avocado toast.

Fluttershy and Twilight were both blatantly susceptible to the allures of noveau-guacamole concoctions, and, more over, they enjoyed each others' company, in a sort of passive and peaceful way. It seemed almost everypony else in their group needed to be saying something constantly, lest a little bit of silence creep into the conversation and render the participants dead from awkwardness. Neither 'shy nor Twi' was unfamiliar with the act of simply pausing before saying what you had been thinking, or, even more unprecedented, keeping your thoughts to yourself and letting somepony else talk for a bit. Sometimes whole minutes went by without anyone saying something. It was wonderful.

Twilight had just taken a bite of her toast when she noticed the tell-tale expression on Fluttershy's face that said "I want to talk about something but I'm not sure when's a good time to do it". A bit like the face a waiter makes when they come by to check on your meal and catch you mid-mouthful in a bite of something so big you can't speak around it.

But Twilight had noticed, at least, so she could finish her bite of toast and down it with a sip of her iced latte, even clear her throat and give both tastes time to settle before she looked up at Fluttershy again and caught her wide-eyed, expectant, and evidently waiting to speak.

"Yes?" Twilight said, leaning her head towards Fluttershy over the table. "Is something bothering you, Fluttershy?"

As though it was a game of hiding her intentions, Fluttershy looked immediately away, but her soft, shy gaze came back just the same, and Twilight reminded herself that patience was a necessary virtue when dealing with somepony who moved as urgently as a glacier in winter-time.

"Oh," Fluttershy said, picking up her 'no need to bother about me' tone. "No, not really, 'bothering me'..."

Twilight raised an eyebrow. She waited a few seconds, then had another bite of toast.

"Has Spike said anything about me?" Fluttershy blurted out. She leaned across the table suddenly as she said it, causing Twilight to startle and jostle her chair against the table. The mouthful of avocado and bread she'd been working on almost turned into a choke, but she managed to work it down without any interruptions to her esophagus.

Twilight took a few sips of water and coughed to clear her throat.

Of course, it was about Spike.

"Said anything about you?" Twilight rolled her eyes and licked a bit of whip-cream foam off the rim of her latte cup. "He practically never says anything that's not about you. How pretty you are, how lucky he is, how wonderful it is to have a marefriend as perfect as Fluttershy..."

Prone to turning into a pool of ketchup at even the slightest compliment, Fluttershy's face more accurately resembled a gone-wild tomato attached to the body of a pretty yellow pegasus. Metaphors are a strange and wonderful thing.

"Oh," she said, her voice quavering a little from sheer embarassment. "No, not like that. Um."

The bustle of the crowded cafe took over for the conversation for a bit. Twilight nodded and closed her eyes, summoning reserves of her inner patience, and enjoying what was left of her latte as well. Fluttershy would spill her guts when she was good and ready, even if that happened to be many, many years in the future.

"It's just that..." Fluttershy's face was knotted with concern, her usually calm and reassuring countenance painted over with worry. "Well, we've been going out over three months now, and we still haven't... I mean, he hasn't even..."

Twilight's ears perked up, as did her horn, with a teeny, almost imperceptible spark flaring from the tip. She leaned in across the table and lowered her voice conspiratorially.

"You mean you two haven't had sex?" Twilight asked.

Fluttershy's face reached pure #FF0000 and seemed content to stay there. It looked as though she might burst into flames at any moment.

"No," Fluttershy said, her voice even closer to a barely-perceptible whisper. "We haven't... I mean... he hasn't even... kissed me..."

"What?"

Twilight's exclamation drew attention from several nearby tables, but she glared and waved them away with her hoof. Nothing more interesting than the gossip they were probably already sharing anyway.

"Not so loud," Fluttershy murmured.

"Sorry," Twilight said. She took a big swig of her drink and plunked it back on the table empty, with a cinnamon-whipped-cream mustache remaining on her face. "It's just... Spike loves you. I can't believe he hasn't even tried to kiss you after three months." Twilight raised an eyebrow. "Is it... is there some kind of—"

"He's just so shy," Fluttershy said, finally opening up the well in her chest to let her worries out. "And you know how I am, and when we spend time together, it's nice, but, I just want him to... I don't know." Fluttershy frowned and huffed softly to herself. "I want him to... to want me."

Twilight nodded sagely. Though her own experience with torrid romantic affairs was mostly restricted to fan-written depictions she'd scripted herself to share anonymously at the town message board, it seemed that solving any problem, romantic or otherwise, was often simply a matter of finding the simplest and most logical conclusion. Twilight remembered a rule about this existing somewhere, but she couldn't think of a horse pun to make it funny enough to mention.

"You know," Twilight said, "it could be that somepony just needs to make the first move. Things get a lot less awkward when you put a little confidence into the mix."

Fluttershy's rosy cheeks had calmed to a soft morning glow, but they glowed a little extra as Twilight's suggestion raced through the illustration of her mind's eye.

"Oh, my," she said. "You mean you think I should... be more forward with, um... things?"

Twilight's face twisted into a knowing smirk.

"Let me show you something," she said matter-of-factly. She reached into her book-bag, the one she seemed to carry with her everywhere, attached at the hip, and pulled out a black-and-white comic, thick pages, seemingly amateur-printed. The cover bore a stylized and curvature obsessed portrayal of a pony in a skirt so short it may as well have not been there, and a leopard-print top that made her breasts look bigger than her head. She was pouting towards the fictional camera, holding up two fingers in a peace sign and blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

"I found this in the laundry with Spike's clothes. And a lot of crusty socks..."

Fluttershy took the comic into her hands like she was holding a sacred artifact. She gingerly flipped open the cover and began to peruse the pages.

Her blush returned in full force—and, for the observant, a little jolt when she squeezed her legs together and kept them there under the table.

"Oh," she said, flipping through more pictures matching the girl on the cover in increasing degrees of depravity. By page five, her jeans were feeling awfully tight, and her panties much damper than they ought to be during lunch with Twilight...

"Do you think... do you think I could do something like that?"

Fluttershy pushed the splayed-open comic towards Twilight, her index finger highlighting a panel on the right side of the book. Twilight picked up the comic and studied it for a moment, her face scrunched up the same way it did when she was solving a particularly complex math problem.

Eventually, she nodded.

"Absolutely. And I can help."

Fluttershy beamed and bounced in her seat.

"Oh, Twilight! You're the best friend ever!"

She practically leapt across the table to hug Twilight, who took the physical affection in stride, enjoying the intent but mostly feeling like she was being strangled by a giant bear.

"Don't mention it..." Twilight wheezed through Fluttershy's iron grip. When eventually released, Twilight's lungs sucked in air like they'd be starved for it.

The picture Fluttershy had picked was a long way from here and now, which meant a lot of work to do... but in Fluttershy's mind, the pay-off was already worth it.

Time to hit the tanning salon...

As was often the case with relatively new couples, Fluttershy and Spike had perpetual plans to spend time with each other without any sort of official arrangement. While Spike was capable of burping more than a few scrolls between them over the course of the day, he preferred to remain as well-mannered as possible when around his new boo, and therefore their communication was restricted to the once-a-day-except-on-weekends postal delivery (when Derpy actually found their respective places) and whatever else they could organize during their time together. Usually that time was spent doing anything other than organizing, however, so there wasn't much planning that had been done so far.

Nevertheless, somehow it came to pass that Fluttershy was coming over for lunch. Spike knew this because Twilight had told him before she left the house, along with specifying exactly how long she'd be gone: four and a half hours. Spike had no idea what could take exactly that amount of time for Twilight to do while she was out, but even he could appreciate the extra-intense wink and nod Twilight had given him before she left the house. Whether or not he wanted it, Spike had just been guaranteed an afternoon of privacy with his new partner.

It was absolutely terrifying.

For one, Spike didn't know what to make for lunch. His cooking skills mostly consisted of putting things near fire and seeing if they were edible after a few minutes. He'd ended up putting on a pot of water to boil, then forgetting it there while it steamed away, resulting in almost dumping an entire container of wheat pasta into an empty pot, where it would no doubt have quickly turned black and given away the actual extent of Spike's cooking ability.

Maybe, when Fluttershy showed up, they could talk about ordering out.

Speaking of which...

That was the doorbell. Spike hadn't had time to shave, which meant a soft but scratchy stubble. All his dress clothes... oh, who was he kidding, he didn't have any dress clothes... but he had a button-up shirt, and some clean jeans at least, and he'd at least gotten in a quick shower after getting out of bed, though, had he remembered his deodorant...

The doorbell rang again. Fluttershy wasn't the type to ding more than once—Spike had accidentally left her out on the doorstep during a downpour simply because he'd missed her initial ring. 'Try again after five minutes just to be sure,' he'd said, escorting a wet and whimpering Fluttershy inside and wrapping her in warm blankets. 'Oh, really,' she'd said through shivering teeth, 'it's no bother.'.

Ding. There it was again. Maybe somepony else had showed up before Fluttershy? As far as Spike was aware, it was physically impossible for her to be this impatient. Nevertheless, he'd better get the door before whoever it was started trying to knock it down.

Spike took one last second to check himself in the mirror.

Yep: still Spike.

He groaned internally. His stomach was already filling with the lead-weight butterflies that seemed to migrate specifically around the pattern of Fluttershy's visits. Alright, open the door, you can do this...

"Hey, Fluttershy," Spike said. "Sorry I took so long at the door, I was just...

Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy smirked at him, tilting her head to the side with her tongue sticking out of her mouth just a little.

"Yeah," she said, "it's me." Without waiting for Spike to finish his greeting, or recombobulate himself in general, Fluttershy pushed her way past the dumbstruck dragon and let herself inside. As she skirted past Spike, her hips rubbed up against him, as though she'd taken extra care to push herself into his skin as hard as possible.

"Fluttershy," Spike said again, his mouth practically hanging open. "You look... different."

It was like a page out of one of his imported Neighponese comics come to life... and then some. Fluttershy looked like a totally new pony, but with all the same particulars and proportions that made her a treat to see in the first place. Her butt was already more shapely than any mare Spike knew, remnants of a career in modelling, perhaps. And her tits, while usually constrained under a sweater or sweater-vest of oversized proportions, were, when set free, so enormous they might have exerted their own individual gravitational pull. Now Spike could see them on full display, two tantalizing globes smooshed together so tight Spike felt like he could get lost in Fluttershy's cleavage alone.

She'd tanned, that was for certain, her skin was noticably darker—and her whole wardrobe had changed too, to a too-short skirt in a bright pink to match her mane, so short Spike could see the soft white cotton of her panties peeking out from underneath—not even peeking, but waving, practically, begging for him to stare in prolonged intervals. When Spike managed to drag his eyes upwards, Fluttershy's soft, squishy stomach poked out like cookie dough squeezed through a mold, just enough chub to give her extra-tight clothes a little accent. And though Fluttershy had selected a sweater as usual, this one was decidedly more evocative of the curves underneath than anything else in her wardrobe. Spike felt like he'd seen the exact one before, the type that splayed open in the middle just to show off Fluttershy's ample chest, bundled up in spotted print... It was like a venus fly trap, opening just enough to allow room for Spike to get his head bitten off.

Fluttershy giggled and flashed off a perky smile, with her fingers in a peace sign to complete the look.

"Do you like it?~" she asked, twirling a strand of her bubblegum-pink mane around her finger.

"I, uh..."

Fluttershy didn't wait for him to answer. She dragged Spike inside and shut the door behind them, locking it for good measure with a subtle chuckle.

"I didn't know what time you were showing up," Spike blathered, giving Fluttershy ample room, as though she was a dangerous piece of heavy machinery somehow roaming around the entrance room. "So I didn't really get any lunch started. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to order out, or—"

Spike felt the two huge globes wrapped underneath Fluttershy's sweater press against his chest. He tried to compare the feeling to something else he'd experienced prior, but came up short no matter where his comparisons went. You could get the feel, sort of by imagining two infinitely taut, rebounding beanbags, but you couldn't capture the feeling, the way your heart beat faster and your jeans got tighter and you just wanted to reach out and squeeze them. That was like a voice in the back of Spike's head, or maybe his crotch. A loud one, at that.

"Oh," Spike said. His brain screamed at him not to draw attention to Flutters' proximity, lest she suddenly take it away. "Though, you're a pretty good cook, aren't you. I forgot maybe you had brought something."

Fluttershy shook her head and smiled.

"Nope!~ I, uh, totally forgot most of my cooking stuff." Fluttershy held up a pair of packaged instant noodles. "All I brought are these. Oops!" Fluttershy giggled and winked, pressing herself even closer against Spike, so close there was practically no space between them, noses almost touching.

Spike could feel Fluttershy's hot breath on his face. It felt like sweat was pouring down his face in gallons, and when he wiped his forehead, his claw came away soaked.

"Spike," Fluttershy said, her voice sugar-sweet with a new coat of syrup. "I just wanted to let you know how hot I think you are."

"Uh... really?"

Fluttershy smirked her knowing, devilish smirk as she lavished her attentions on the inexperienced dragon. Just one touch of her finger to his shoulder brought a hurricane of shivers, and she could tell without even touching his pants that they were uncomfortably tight, no doubt constricting him downstairs more than he could bear.

"And I think it'd be really great if we could postpone lunch for now," Fluttershy said, dragging her extended index finger over Spike's chest, "and just go cuddle in your bedroom." With one last tickle under Spike's chin, Fluttershy withdrew her finger. "You know how much I like hanging out in there."

Did she just wink at him?

"Well, uh, I mean, I guess we could... I'm not really that hungry, actually now that you—"

Fluttershy put a hand over Spike's mouth and steered his eyes straight into hers with her other hand.

"Bedroom. Now."

The pair thumped up the stairs in short order, leaving the packages of noodles resting behind on the kitchen table.

Spike's bedroom looked, for the most part, like it hadn't been redecorated since he graduated high school—which, to be fair, was less than a year ago. Metal band posters lined the walls, and where there was free space, more merch had been crammed in, covering the wall's original coat of green paint in a mish-mash of black, greys, and incomprehensible bone-white lettering that all looked like gnarled trees grown into each other.

There was, as well, a picture of Fluttershy on Spike's bedside table. The Fluttershy Spike knew before today, that is. The one without her tits hanging out.

"Let me get the door," Fluttershy said before she pulled it closed and slid the lock into place almost ominously.

So it was just the two of them. Alone.

As usual, Spike felt his head stuff up with hot clouds. What was he supposed to do in the presence of somepony as perfect as—

"Spike."

Fluttershy had sat next to him on the bed, so close there was no more room between them to maneuver. She put her hands around his, and stared into his eyes, pinning them down from their nervous dancing.

"Um," Spike said. "Yes?"

"I wanna kiss you."

"Oh, jeez," Spike said. Here it came, the big long speech about how it'd been so long, and how he still hadn't done anything, and was he ever going to—

Fluttershy's tongue? In his mouth?

"Mrph?"

Fluttershy wrapped both arms around Spike and threw herself forward, pinning him to the bed. The size difference between them wasn't usually that apparent, but with Fluttershy's outfit helping some, the pegasus pony seemed enormous over top a small and intimidated Spike.

It was a kiss, alright. Spike couldn't imagine anything else feeling quite as amazing as Fluttershy's lips—but each second, she'd kiss him just a little differently, moving her tongue a new way, grabbing at the back of his neck with her fingers, sighing and moaning into his mouth. Spike did his best to keep up, to mimic the feel and motion of Fluttershy's attentions, but his head was too swept away to keep pace, and before he knew it Fluttershy had moved away from his mouth and was giving big, slobbery kisses along his neck and shoulders.

"Fluttershy—!" Spike tried to summon a more cohesive thought but only managed to groan desperately as Fluttershy's hand began to trace along his chest, paying special attention to tweaking his nipples through his band t-shirt.

"I wanna do more than kiss, Spike," Fluttershy said. Her eyes were wide, gorgeous and intoxicating, and even the smell of her breath seemed to send Spike's head spinning into a million different colours. "Lemme show you how happy I am to be your marefriend~..."

"Wait," Spike said. His body gave him just an instant of clarity as Fluttershy began to adjust herself, her eyes set decidedly on the tent Spike was making in the fabric of his jeans. He saw her hand reaching forward, her fingers searching for the little nub of his zipper...

Whatever resistance had been mounting in his chest evaporated as Spike watched Fluttershy unzip his pants and reach in through his open fly. The way he'd imagined the sensations coming collapsed all at once, from just a kiss to Fluttershy's soft, nimble fingers searching Spike's boxers for the stiffness of his erection, then pulling it out gently, like handling a baby animal. Spike's vision blurred, his head filled with white-hot passion, and his cock twitched in Fluttershy's hand as she popped it out into plain view for both of them to stare at.

"Wow," Fluttershy said. She let her mouth hang open, and a little bit of drool trickled from her extended tongue, hung in the air like a strand of clear crystal, then slowly dripped down to land on the head of Spike's engorged prick.

Even though barely a molecule had moved between them, Spike groaned and thrust his hips up like his body had been possessed. His eyes shut, and his cock twitched again furiously, snapping for attention every few seconds.

It felt to Spike like he ought to say something, to let Fluttershy know that no matter how long it took between them to move forward romantically, Spike was ready and willing to wait... but a new argument had emerged, one bubbling at the bottom of his subconscious he'd done his best to ignore until all the evidence had become insurmountable: what if Fluttershy wanted to have sex with him?

What if she was just as horny and attracted to him as he was horny and attracted to her?

Spike looked down at Fluttershy's recently-tanned, faux-innoccent face hovering just above the tip of his cock. With her eyes locked on his, and a cute smirk before she leaned in, Fluttershy extended her tongue and lapped the head of Spike's cock like a little puppy.

"Does that feel good?" she asked cutely, her eyes as wide as she could manage.

Spike nodded, his face flush. Words had relocated to a part of his brain currently inaccessible.

Without waiting for further encouragement, Fluttershy wrapped her left hand around the base of Spike's cock. She squeezed it and let out a contented sigh, licking her lips for good measure. Now that things were underway, there wasn't really any reason to be shy that Flutters could see. Just a half-naked, hot dragon body aching for her attentions... already, Fluttershy was happy she'd chosen a pair of clear white panties that would turn almost perfectly see-thru when they got wet. Guaranteed, they were wet by now.

Fluttershy's eyes lit up, sparked with sudden inspiration, and she repositioned herself on the bed—still over-top of Spike, with one hand on his dick and her mouth on the tip—but now with her body facing the other way, so her big yellow butt, squeezed to the utmost extent by her skin-tight skirt, was planted firmly on Spike's face. Just like before, her panties were on full display, this time with the scent of her hot sex and the dripping of her filly juices giving Spike an even better view of her pussy.

Though Fluttershy hadn't expected the poor dragon to do anything more than watch, she felt a delighted shock when she realized the damp thing pressing against her clit through her panties was Spike's tongue—and a big, forked one at that. Fluttershy had always suspected dragon tongues would be good for this sort of thing.

"Ohhh, Spike," Fluttershy moaned, remembering the bits she'd practiced at home to make her intonation especially ditzy and slutty. "I love when you lick my pussy like that... I've wanted you to lick my pussy for so long, I just haven't been able to tell you..."

"Mmm-mmph!" Spike's reply was muffled by his inability to remove his tongue from Fluttershy's panties—but the sentiment remained, and the more Fluttershy's dirty talk went on, the more frenzied and desperate the responses from Spike, his hips thrusting harder upwards, his tongue moving even more vigorously, dying to snake its way inbetween Fluttershy's soaking wet pussy lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, Spike peered down at Fluttershy, her lips locked around his shaft. It was, to be sure, the perfect vacuum blowjob look of his dreams.

Then she winked at him.

Spike came without warning, which even he knew was in poor taste. There's saying you're about to cum, and actually being about to cum though, and if the latter hits you at full velocity you really can go from just minding your business to suddenly exploding in your partner's mouth without so much as a grunt. And, despite all of it, Fluttershy's attentions only seemed to increase in intensity, she moaned and sucked and slurped around Spike's cock, gobbling up each gulp of his sperm as he fired it down her throat, and the last few spurts dribbling onto her tongue.

He could tell, because when he was finished, she stuck it out for him to see: a big load of cum just sitting in her mouth.

Then she closed her lips, swallowed, and opened her mouth again. With a wink.

Not a drop was left.

Fluttershy giggled and put a hand to her mouth.

"Wow," she said, licking her lips. "I had no idea dragon cum tasted so yummy~."

Though he'd just been drained less than a minute ago, Spike felt his cock twitch, never having really gone soft, on the understanding that one orgasm was probably not about to be the end of current events. Somehow, in one afternoon, from kissing to cumming down her throat... and from the look on Fluttershy's face, things weren't about to stop there.

"Wait a minute," Spike said. Fluttershy was already smirking at him like a playful kitten, now she was taking her sweater off, oh Celestia...

"Huh?" Fluttershy looked towards Spike, clueless, before she finished removing her sweater. She threw it into a random corner of the room, leaving her dressed only in her soaking wet panties, barely-there pink skirt, and the leopard-print bra that had her two tits sandwiched together like halves of an Oreo.

Spike's brain thought intensely of cream fillings.

"Look," Spike said. "I'm really, really flattered you went to all this trouble. I can tell you're trying to impress me, and that Twilight probably told you about—hey, cut that out!"

Fluttershy had slithered up the bed while Spike was speaking, until her giant melons were aligned almost perfectly with Spike's cock. All it would take was a little separation, lift, a sliiiide forward, and Spike's dick would be smooshed inbetween Fluttershy's funbags, with her bra putting in for extra friction. A not very opaque leopard-print, as Spike was quite certain he could make out her nipples through the front...

"I'm trying to talk," Spike protested meekly. He made to swat Flutters away from his cock, but his claw faltered halfway there, instead landing on her head and patting her mane like a kitten.

Like a kitten, Fluttershy responded with a mew and a little fanged smile.

"It just feels like maybe you're... I dunno... like you're not happy with me." Spike did his best to look away from the round yellow globes still in proximity to his cock—from Fluttershy in general.

"Oh," Fluttershy said. Her voice, for the first time of the day, came without a coating of milk & honey.

"I'm sorry," she said.

She reached towards Spike for a hug, but he moved to shift away. Eventually the two of them settled into a spooning position, with Fluttershy's arm draped over Spike's chest. She kissed the back of his head, and he sighed and relaxed back into her.

"I'm very happy with you," Fluttershy said. "I just wanted to make you happy too."

"I am happy!" Spike said. "I wasn't, like... 'holding out' on you just because you didn't look, uh..."

Fluttershy bounced her boobs and giggled.

"Yeah. Like that. Anyway... The truth is, I was just, uh..."

Spike mumbled the last word of his sentence, and even leaning in, Fluttershy failed to hear it.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't hear the last bit. You were what?"

"I was... scared."

"Scared?"

Spike sat up like a shot, and his pained expression made Fluttershy's heart ache with empathy.

"Yes," he said quietly. "Because, like... what if things get screwed up?"

"How could things get screwed up?" Despite the fact that she still looked like a pin-up porn model, Fluttershy's tone returned to its hidden reserve of motherly reassurance. She and Spike were talking now, and whether or not she'd been having the time of her life playing 'gal', her libido could certainly wait.

"I could cum too early... like I did now," Spike said, looking down ashamedly at his still-hard cock. "I could be too small, or not able to make you cum, or you could say I made you cum but I actually didn't, and I could tell you wanted me to make a move, but I just felt so nervous, like if I reached out and touched you my entire head would explode—

Oh."

Spike felt Fluttershy's hands wrap around his. His heart-beat began to calm.

"I love you," Fluttershy said.

Spike felt a weight disappear from his chest.

"I love you too," he said, sounding slightly in disbelief that he had the privilege to utter such a sentence.

"None of that stuff would get in the way of that."

"But what if—"

"Shh."

Fluttershy pressed two fingers to Spike's lips.

"Anything that happens, we can get through together. That's what love is."

Despite himself, Spike's eyes began to tear up. He did his best to wipe them clean before Fluttershy noticed, but that would have been as easy as coughing in a library without a reprimand from Twilight, and so Spike got himself an extra tight hug, squeezing out the tears from deep inside the wells of his sadness until they were good and empty.

"I'm sorry," Spike said, sniffling into Fluttershy's shoulder. "I know it's really lame for a guy to cry about something like this."

Fluttershy wiped Spike's cheek with her hand and kissed him there afterwards.

"It's not lame," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "It's adorable. It means the world to me that you care so much."

Spike sniffed up the last of his sniffles and even managed a soft smile.

It was just the two of them like that for a moment, a single frozen segment of a great river flowing by inches through history.

"Do you wanna do more sex stuff?" Fluttershy asked brazenly.

Spike blushed, but managed to keep his eyes from darting nervously away.

"Well, uh... yeah, I mean, I always wanted to—"

As she'd taken so naturally to doing, Fluttershy pounced. She smothered Spike in the pent up energy of three kissless months, an accidental old-fashioned waiting that had evaporated entirely in the course of an afternoon. Every time her lips connected with his, the panting and moans she drew out were the rewards for her passion. Her body had always been on fire, a dull, deep burning, and with only a few touches from Spike soon everything would be alight.

"Can I touch you?" Spike asked. He extended a claw meekly, pointing down between the both of them. "You know, uh... down there?"

Fluttershy grabbed Spike's hand between hers and placed it directly against her cotton panties. She rubbed his hand there, letting him feel her wetness, the heat of her vulva radiating through the thin fabric.

"Of course you can touch my pussy," Fluttershy said with a playful smile. "But it's way more fun if you call it that too."

Fluttershy traced one of her fingers in circles around Spike's nipple, causing him to let out a long, drawn-out moan.

"Your... pussy..." Spike hissed through clenched teeth. "I wanna touch it..."

"Go ahead~," Fluttershy said. She reached down between the two of them and slid her panties to the side, giving Spike's hand full acess to her dripping sex.

Spike sniffed the air like a hungry dog before he went in. His hand shook at first, touching against the raw heat and softness of Fluttershy's skin, but he calmed himself in short order, revelling in the uniqueness of his partner's anatomy, all places and parts he'd dreamed of but never been before. Fluttershy's lips were soaked, they parted easily to allow his finger inside, and Fluttershy let out a high-pitched moan as Spike began to explore her pussy properly, sneaking another digit inside and using his thumb to rub against her clit through her hood. Apparently there was still a decent amount you could pick up by reading dirty comics.

"Spike!" Fluttershy grabbed the young dragon by both shoulders and gave him an intense, hungry stare. "I wanna ride your dick~. You gonna let me?"

"Fuck yes," Spike said. He fumbled with his belt for a moment before yanking off his pants and flinging them across the room to join Fluttershy's sweater.

Fluttershy gave Spike a tanned smile before she undid her bra. She teased the reveal, holding her arms tight around her busom and jiggling them in front of Spike's face until he was pent up and drooling, then finally letting them hang free, two giant sweater-puppies bigger than Spike's head. All that was left was her skirt and panties, and those joined the tumble of dirty clothes without issue, leaving Fluttershy freely naked in her new, darkened skin-tone. She giggled and bounced her butt and boobs for show, drinking in Spike's attention like a heady liquor. She could have shown off for him all day, but there was the matter of his cock, which wasn't getting any smaller...

"Wait," Fluttershy said, pausing just before she got back onto the bed. "Let me put on some music."

Spike still had a CD player hooked up to his makeshift sound-system, with the speakers hung up by single wires in the corners of the ceiling. And Fluttershy had a CD with her, full of tunes she'd gathered up the day before to 'put her in the right mood'.

"Oh yeah," she said as the music began to play. "This is my jam."

She giggled as the speakers began to wobble.

"Now," she said, "lemme show you a real good time♥..."

Spike lay down on his back with his arms propping his head up on a pair of pillows. The view was perfect to watch Fluttershy climb up the bed, getting to all fours and then slinking her way along Spike's body, rubbing her tits and ass and all bits of her curvature along his skin, making his cock twitch even more furiously than it had been with her mouth in close proximity.

Now, Fluttershy felt it was practically natural to extend her tongue and give the head of Spike's prick a little lick on her way by. Her reward was a clear glob of precum, which spattered against her cheek when Spike's rock-hard shaft twitched under her attention.

Flutters giggled and wiped the little drip off with her finger, then sucked the tip of her finger until it was clean. She held up a peace sign to Spike as she raised her butt over his cock, sidling herself into position to slam herself onto his rod as hard as possible.

"Mhm~," she said, staring down at Spike's cock while she took it into her hand. "I can't wait to get this thing inside me. It looks big."

Fluttershy held the head of Spike's cock tight as she rubbed it against her pussy lips. Spike groaned and bucked his hips upwards, begging for entry but being denied each time. Fluttershy made sure his cock was nice and slippery before she finally let the head slip inside, her cunt immediately clenching tight around the rock-hard intruder.

"Fuck!" Spike said. He'd long ago run out of superlatives to describe the feelings Fluttershy was giving him, and this was no exception. He wanted to describe it in just words, in physical terms, and wondered if that was all dirty talk came out to be in the first place: just saying what it was you were doing, or wanted to do with somepony else. Telling them how you felt about their body, and listening to how they felt about yours.

"Your ass is so fucking hot," Spike blurted out. He'd been staring at Fluttershy's backside the entire duration of her mounting, and even though she was facing towards him, he could still perfectly make out the shape, watch her big cheeks bounce and jiggle as she was about to lower herself onto his prick...

"Mmhm, you think so?" Fluttershy giggled and twerked her butt for Spike's amusement. Her two cheeks clapped against his prick, a percussive symphony accented by Spike's almost pained-sounding groans.

"Fuck yes," Spike said. "Your tits too. They look amazing. And your legs, and your stomach, and, and—"

"I'd better fuck you before you get me too wet to keep you stuck inside," Fluttershy moaned. She felt like she could have enjoyed teasing Spike as long as the stars went on, but something inside her was aching for attention too, and she couldn't pretend any longer that her dress-up exercise was only for Spike's benefit. The way her new look made her feel was empowered, to do whatever she want, even if it meant acting like a dirty slut desperate for her boyfriend's cock...

"Oh, fuck!" Fluttershy yelled as she slammed herself down onto Spike's throbbing dick.

"Oh, shit!" Spike yelled. He grabbed each of Fluttershy's butt-cheeks with both hands and held on for dear life as the over-sexed gyaru pony began riding him like a stable horse.

Fluttershy's transformation was overwhelming from the outset, but now that she was finally fully in the driver's seat, there was no more caving to her inner inhibitions. She'd gone to a tanning salon and bought a whole new collection of outfits just to walk into her boyfriend's place looking like every single one of his wet dreams, and what's more, it had worked, and now she was reaping the benefits of sexualized self-actualization like nopony's business.

Spike's tongue felt even better on Fluttershy's nipples than it did on her clit. Each forked lap sent little jolts of lightning from her tits straight to her pussy, and just like Spike before her, Fluttershy felt the threshold of a climax approaching suddenly, a lightning bolt piercing a dark and lonely storm.

"Spike!"

She had enough time to lean down and kiss him. Then her pussy clenched, gripping Spike's cock so hard in her folds there was no chance of the young dragon holding out, and then that storybook fragment, the instant of time that wipes the slate clean, white-hot fire cleansing everything and leaving only the heavens inside the head.

Spike painted the inside of Fluttershy's pussy with his cum. Fluttershy slammed her big, bouncy butt down onto his hips over and over again, milking every last drop and still clenching. High-pitched moans became quieter, and even Fluttershy's hips eventually stopped, the last throes of her orgasm wrung out along with Spike's balls.

The two of them were stuck to each other like that for only a moment, post-orgasmic bliss that eventually receded into warm cuddles, with Spike again playing the role of little spoon.

Behind him, Fluttershy ran a hand along Spike's head and kissed the back of his neck, another soft shiver.

"That was amazing," Spike whispered to his partner.

Fluttershy nodded and smiled.

"It was," she said.

The two of them sighed and relaxed into each other. The room was hot, and smelled of sweat and sex.

"Do you wanna see some of the other tricks I learned?" Fluttershy asked. As she spoke, she reached a hand towards Spike's butt, cupping his taut little cheeks and squeezing one of them to make him clench forward.

After three months, there was still a lot left to do in an afternoon...

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