Fluttershy’s eyes snapped open. Something didn’t feel quite right. The sun was a little low, and the light had started to poke into her eyes. She almost never slept in.

She brought a hand up to her forehead, and the shift in the covers made it obvious. Her bedsheets were soaked in sweat. The moment her body moved out of place, the frigid dampness struck her like a slap to face. Every inch of her skin was being pressed on, assaulted.

That didn’t seem right. It had been a little warm out lately. Maybe she had put on a few too many blankets?

She rolled to the side and exhaled slowly. She felt so tired. Maybe the other side wasn’t quite as wet and she could go back to sleep. Her blankets were so comfortable. The silence meant her animals weren’t awake yet. She could just lay there, maybe go back to the nice dream she had been having.

Her position wasn’t working. Her hips kept digging into the mattress. The sweat was still there.

Fluttershy sighed. Well, she had slept in. It was as good a time to get up as any.

She sat up, and her covers slowly slid off. A yawn leaked out of her mouth, partially in protest and partially in temptation. Fluttershy shook her head—too late now. She stood up, and her legs immediately buckled. A throaty, quiet moan slipped out of her mouth as she fell backward, and another followed when her butt landed on the bed.

“W-what?” she whispered to herself. She flung the covers aside and the answer became obvious.

There was a massive…something buried inside her vagina. Only a little bit of it was poking out, but as she spread her legs to get a better look, she could feel it rubbing against her insides. She moaned again. Had that thing been inside her all night? She didn’t even own one of…those. She absently rubbed a cheek. Just the thought of one, just the name of it made her start to flush.

She reached down to take it out. Her fingers ran along her thigh, hesitant to actually touch the…thing. The nub of it sticking out was white and wide. The rest of it had to be very large. It had to come out. She moved her hand towards it. Her skin tingled, her muscles tightened, and she felt her legs clenching, pushing it farther into her body.

Her fingers brushed against it. It felt smooth and rubbery and soft. Just had to pull it quickly, like a bandage or something.

Her fingers wouldn’t move. Her arm wouldn’t move. They just sat there, lightly touching the edge of the thing.

You don’t want to take it out, something told her.

“I don’t?”

You like having it there.

“I do?”

Yes. You do.

Fluttershy’s fingers slid back, dragging along her leg and sending a shiver across her. “Maybe, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to leave it in there…” she muttered.

She stood up and a gasp leaked out of her immediately. Every little movement jostled it, and the shock of its new position sent a little ripple of shock and shame and pleasure through her.

She walked to the door, and her breathing grew louder and heavier with every step. Every little ounce of friction made her gasp, made her legs tremble, made her balance readjust.

Finally she made it to the door, and she could already feel sweat creeping onto her skin.

The stairs were agonizing. Every step she had to move one foot down, then move the other onto the same step, then wait for the throbbing to subside. Every little movement was a jolt, and every big movement was a burst of electricity across her entire body. After a just a few stairs her breathing was echoing across the house, and the bottom floor seemed so far away.

Maybe I could fly down? She unfurled her wings, but stopped. Something told her not to do that. It was the same as when she had tried to remove…the thing. It didn’t feel right. So she kept walking, and gasping, and sweating.

Finally she made it to the kitchen. Everything was so quiet. There was no sound to mask her; she was alone with her moans.

Her animals should have been up by now. They should have woken her much earlier than this. She stumbled to the living room, her hands grabbing at the walls and furniture, trying to hold her body up in spite of her shaking legs.

Their food bowls were all empty. The birdcages were empty. She wanted to panic, to rush to the yard or door or basement to find them. Her legs felt like they were held together with cheap duct tape. She slumped against the doorway, trying to force her legs to move, to get her wings to unfurl. The only thing she managed to do was scrunch her eyes shut and gasp as the dildo rubbed against her.

“Ah good, you’re awake.”

Fluttershy’s eyes snapped open, her ears tilted up. That voice sounded familiar.

She forced her head upward, and she could feel her legs and arms slide a little; the smooth wood of the doorframe offered almost no purchase, and her legs wouldn’t stop tingling and throbbing and clenching.

“Trixie? W-what are you doing here?” Fluttershy whispered. She barely remembered the magician’s last visit to Ponyville. She had been asleep when the ursa attacked. Why did she remember her name?

Trixie smiled. “And here I thought you would put up more of a fight, like your friends. I suppose I overcorrected and used a little too much memory magic.” Trixie took a sip of coffee. The mug had been a gift from Twilight, and it shared Fluttershy’s color and cutie mark. “You really don’t remember me showing up last night?”

“N-no…”

Trixie laughed. It was short but smug, and just loud enough to echo through the cottage. “Well, maybe this will refresh your memory?”

Fluttershy moaned. She nearly lost her grip on the doorframe. The dildo in her had started to vibrate, and it felt like she had stepped into an oven, a wave of heat rushed across her, attacked her. Her body flushed, she could feel sweat pooling on her back, her wings sticking together.

“It’s my own fault, really. Sometimes I underestimate how great and powerful my magic can be.”

Fluttershy opened her mouth to protest, but all that leaked out of her mouth was another moan. Her legs felt like saplings holding up a treehouse. Her fingers tried to reaffirm their grip, but only slid down a few more inches, the thin squeak of sweat barely audible.

“Does that answer your question?” Trixie took another sip of coffee.

“What…” Fluttershy couldn’t summon any other words. She was panting. It took all of her energy not to fall down. Her legs felt like she had been working out for hours, and every ripple of pleasure through her made them less stable.

“Oh, honestly. What does it take for conditioning to stick these days? It took a while for your friends to be compliant, but at least they didn’t have any memory loss.” Trixie snapped her fingers.

Fluttershy moaned and shouted and gasped, but didn’t have the energy for anything loud. She could feel the dildo in her contract and pulse, and the warm flood of cum that coated her insides depleted any mystery about it. She felt bloated, the sticky stream wouldn’t stop. She could feel it trickling down her legs, pooling by her feet. Her legs finally buckled, and she could feel her fingers and hips sliding against the doorframe before she finally slumped onto the ground.

The flow of cum wouldn’t stop. She could feel her stomach bulging, feel it pushing into her coat as she hit the ground, feel the dildo pressing and pushing against her as it coated her insides.

Trixie lifted Fluttershy’s head. “Remember now?”

“Yes, miss Trixie.” The words came without prompting; the honorific was added without a second thought.

“Good.” Trixie settled onto the couch. The jolt of her teleport jostled her coffee, but otherwise she looked as if she had been lying there for hours. “We’re out of groceries. Be a dear and go pick something up.” A smirk spread across her face as she leaned back. “Something with apples.”

“Of course. Anything for you, Trixie,” Fluttershy said softly.

“And take Angel with you.”

“Right, Angel…” Fluttershy’s hand pushed reflexively towards her crotch, the white, fleshy nub of the toy still poking out of it. “He could use the exercise…”

It was a beautiful day out. The walkway was warm under Fluttershy’s feet, and there was just enough of a breeze to keep things comfortable. Fluttershy’s sunhat and dress flapped slightly in the wind. Trixie had been so nice to give them to her—the powder blue reminded her of Trixie’s coat, so pristine and smooth and soft.

It was a short walk into town. The square was not very busy—customers dwindled around this time, in-between the morning rush and lunch orders.

Fluttershy smiled. Why had she been so worried about Angel earlier? His new shape felt so natural now, pressing into her body. She had been frightened when she woke up, but now his presence seemed so natural. The tingling, sweaty weakness of earlier had been replaced by a content fullness. Her stomach was still a little bulgy, and Angel still poked out of her crotch a little, but it wasn’t as embarrassing as she thought it would be. The dress hid everything, and every step made her feel warm and happy and full of energy. Her legs were still a little slick with sweat, her wings were still a little stuck together, but the dress was just open enough not to rub against them.

Applejack’s stand was usually on the far end of the stalls. Closer to the farm and with more hoof traffic, she would always say.

Normally the distance was frightening; Yards and yards of extra cobblestone to walk across, with dozens of ponies to bump into or stare at her. It was a maze that she had to navigate carefully, shrinking away from every pony and swerving around groups to avoid accidentally bumping into someone. She couldn’t fly over the crowd—the attention it would draw to her would be mortifying. Now and then, she would brush against somepony and the embarrassment would threaten to paralyze her. It took everything she had to spit out an apology or two or five and keep moving, lest she get stuck in place and die of shame.

For some reason, today was the complete opposite. Every pony Fluttershy brushed up against sent a little shiver of pleasure through her body. A little ripple that spread from where they touched her and that bounced across every nerve bundle. Then Angel would shiver and vibrate inside her and the feeling would multiply and breed and spread again.

Even her basket—normally clutched to her chest—was poking out confidently, resting in the crook of her elbow. Her hand brushed against more than a few ponies as she walked through the square. If any of them noticing it lingering on their shoulders or stomachs or hips, they didn’t comment.

When she finally got to Applejack’s food stand, it felt like she had been walking for a week, but in a wonderful way. Her steps were so light, her legs were so weak, her head was so cloudy. It felt like the most wonderful dream. Come to think of it, it reminded her of the dream she had been having that morning, when she woke up in a puddle of sweat.

“Fluttershy?”

“Oh, hello, Applejack.” Fulttershy smiled, and she could see AJ frown a little as she did. Couldn’t imagine why—she felt so serene. “How is business so far?”

“Eh, alright, I guess. The usual.” Applejack leaned forward. Her brow was a little furrowed, and she made a point of removing the toothpick in her mouth before she continued. “Are ya alright? You look a little…out of it.”

Fluttershy bit her lip. Angel had chosen that particular moment to press against her. Like he was encouraging her to say something, like when he used to kick her when she wasn’t being forthcoming.

Fluttershy exhaled slowly. Didn’t want to worry her friend. “I feel wonderful. I had a lovely dream, and I guess it still feels like I’m walking on air.”

“Uh huh…” Applejack didn’t adjust her position. If anything, her eyebrows pushed a little closer together. “Speakin’ a weird stuff, have ya seen anypony besides Twilight around lately? It feels like I haven’t seen Pinkie or Rarity or Dash in days.”

“I’m sure they’re fine. I hear they had a lot of work to deal with.” Fluttershy smiled. Just like Trixie had predicted—she was so smart and considerate. She had specifically told Fluttershy what to say to AJ. Keep everyone calm and unworried.

“You sure?”

“Mmm, yes.” Fluttershy exhaled on the last word. She didn’t want to worry Applejack, but Angel was just so energetic. It was making her voice hard to control, her breathing faster. She could him building up again, and it felt even bigger than the last one.

Applejack finally leaned back in her chair. “Well, if yer positive. Had a bit a work myself lately, guess I can understand why they wouldn’t have too much free time.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Anyway, what can I get ya?”

“The usual is fine. You…you can put it on my tab.”

“Right…” AJ grabbed a small bag of apples—six plus an extra—and slid it over to Fluttershy. “If you run into any of ‘em, be sure to let ‘em know I asked. I don’t want ta sound like an overbearin’ worrywart, but, well, you know…”

“Yes.” Fluttershy smiled, and again she noticed Applejack’s face suppress a frown: a twitch of her eyebrow and one corner of her mouth. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’re fine. Probably even better than usual.”

“If ya say so.” Applejack put a fresh toothpick in her mouth. “Have a good one, Fluttershy. Tell Angel I said ‘hi.’”

Fluttershy nodded, already turned to leave. She bit her lip again. The moment the conversation had ended, Angel had gotten restless. Maybe it was the mention of his name, or just his usual helpful attitude, but Fluttershy could tell he wouldn’t last all the way back to the cottage. It felt like a whisk beating at eggs, vibrant and fast and energetic and insistent and constant and it felt incredible.

Fluttershy turned off the path and into an alley. The two apartment buildings towered above her, windows visible on the second floor.

A few feet away from the main street, her legs finally gave out and she collapsed onto the stone walkway. It felt like she had been running for days, her entire body tingled and clenched as Angel sped up. Fluttershy’s tongue fell out of her mouth, her panting and gasping and moaning finally breaking free of her flimsy restraints. The noise felt wonderful after talking to AJ, every echo of herself in the alleyway sent shivers down her spine.

Her hand shot down to her crotch, bunching up her dress and forcing it out of the way so her fingers could get easier access. Her clit felt wonderful, every caress bounced off the ones Angel was giving her. She could feel her knees rubbing against the smooth cobblestone as she reflexively rocked her hips back and forth.

“Mmm, yes, f-fuck me, Angel. I w-want you to f-fuck me harder.” The words didn’t sound right when she said them. She could feel herself hesitate on each one, feel it come out slower and quieter and less enthusiastic than she had wanted. Why? It felt amazing, shouldn’t the words be easy to say?

She could feel Angel tensing up, and the thought was forgotten as she started rubbing herself faster and faster to keep up with him. Every stroke felt incredible. Her cheeks felt hot, her entire body felt slick. The arm holding her up starting to slide on the stone, so she pushed her chest forward and started stroking herself with both hands. There wasn’t a lot for the second one to do, but the position felt so right anyway. She could feel her dress fall forward, feel her legs spread open and her buttcheeks clench.

If anypony had walked by at that moment, they would have been gotten an eyeful. Fluttershy wanted the thought to excite her, wanted somepony to walk by so she could take them back to Trixie and be rewarded for her good performance. Except the thought didn’t work, it just made her feel exposed and helpless and afraid.

Then Angel came, flooding her insides with his cum, bloating her with it, and the moment of doubt was lost like a piece of trash washed out with a tide. Her entire body felt so warm, every crevice flooded. It started to leak out of her immediately, running down her legs and fingers and arms. Her moans echoed across the alleyway, her drool dripped onto the freshly cleaned stone, her eyes almost rolled back into her head.

Then it was over. Fluttershy’s ass fell over, any sense of balance lost as she slumped into a fetal position.

Unlike earlier, she couldn’t just sit there and enjoy it. She had to get back to Trixie, make her something to eat. She owed Trixie everything, she couldn’t keep the world’s most immaculate pony waiting.

Fluttershy planted a hand on the ground, and could feel it stick there for a moment. She planted her other hand, and managed to force her torso off the ground. Her hips and knees followed, and she managed to drag herself up.

Her feet stuck in place for a moment, but that was okay. That would fade as she walked. She held onto the wall for a moment, and finally bent down to grab her basket. No one would notice the stains on the ground or the wall, certainly. The smell would fade.

Fluttershy adjusted her hat, wiped a few stray hairs out of her face, and began walking back to her cottage. The street was almost empty, and part of Fluttershy was disappointed, the fantasy of bringing a pony to Trixie as a present still fresh in her mind.

She opened her wings, but immediately closed them. Something told her not to fly. It wouldn’t be the same, wouldn’t be as pleasurable as walking, the something said. It was probably right. Flying always made her think, and for some reason that seemed like the worst thing to do.

Fluttershy let out a tiny moan. Angel had already started up again. Whatever magic Trixie had used to transform him had evidently given him a lot of stamina. Fluttershy moaned again. She would really have to thank Trixie when she got back.

Author's Note

Oh look, more of the same, and it only took a year!

I uploaded this right after I finished it, so any typo/derp/description notes are appreciated.