The Faces of Fluttershy: The Naughty Tails
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Fluttershy shyly stepped into her room from the bathroom, her bright pink hair falling demurely over her right eye. "S-sorry I took so long, Soarin'," she said, trying to suppress the stutter as best she could.
Sitting on her bed, Soarin' was leaning back, propping himself up with his hands, totally relaxed, his shirt discarded in one corner. He smiled easily at her. "It's no problem, 'Shy," he said calmly. He gave her an appraising look, his eyes roving over her body and her two piece pajamas, yellow with pink butterflies. "You're worth the wait," he added, letting a little bit of tooth show as his smile widened ever so slightly.
She blushed at his attention, letting her own eyes wander. His well-muscled torso drew her eye, roving over his bare skin. His blue jeans fit him well, hinting at the definition of his legs. Managing to get control of herself, Fluttershy slowly walked over to the bed, sitting down next to him. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
His hand found hers, their fingers interlacing. His other hand lifted her chin so they were looking eye to eye. "Are you sure about this?" he asked her, concern in his voice.
Blinking her eyes, she managed to make herself smile. "Yes," she replied. "I...I want to do this."
Leaning in, Soarin' pressed his lips against hers, kissing her gently. She closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his lips, the firmness of his hand under her chin, and the first hint of his taste. Shyly she parted her lips just a bit and, greatly daring, slowly began to extend her tongue. The first full taste of him as he responded in kind was more than she had expected, and she lost herself in the kiss as her tongue hesitantly responded to his sure movements. As her breath began to run out, she pulled back, gasping for air.
He pulled back from her slowly, breathing calmly. "Whenever you're ready," he whispered, smiling confidently.
Fluttershy gulped nervously and nodded. She closed her eyes to steady herself, then shifted down to kneel in front of Soarin', her hands moving to his belt as she fumbled with his pants. As she got the button and zipper undone, she reached inside and suppressed a squeak as her hand found his penis. She carefully pulled it out. "Oh...my," she breathed quietly, staring at the hard spear of flesh.
"Fluttershy?" Soarin' asked, concern in his voice.
"It's...it's so...big." Her voice got quieter as she spoke, the last word coming out as a barest whisper.
Soarin' looked at her, an almost shy grin on his face. "Really?"
"It's the biggest I've ever seen," Fluttershy said emphatically. Her voice dropped again to the barest thread of a whisper. "Not that that's saying much..."
Soarin' let off a small chuckle, raising a hand to caress her right cheek, gently pushing her hair aside.
"S-Soarin'?" Fluttershy gasped out breathlessly.
He smiled. "I wanted to see your beautiful eyes," he said sweetly.
She blushed, her face going bright red. Looking down, she stared at the circumcised dick in her grasp. Gently, she began to stroke it, moving her hand up and down its length. She watched and listened carefully as Soarin' moaned softly at her ministrations. Leaning in, Fluttershy opened her mouth and extended her tongue, giving the tip a gentle lick.
Looking up, she saw Soarin' smile down at her encouragingly, and she pushed herself to continue. Slowly, she trailed her tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet with her saliva as she heard him moan. She dragged her tongue down the length, and heard him grunt deep in his throat. Lifting her head back up, she hesitated before opening her mouth wider and slipping his dick inside. Closing her eyes, she began to slowly move her head up and down, sliding her tongue around him as best she could as she massaged him with the inside of her mouth. She extended her hand to gently cup his balls, massaging them as well.
He suddenly let out a choked gasp as he gripped the back of her head with both hands, pressing her down harder onto his dick. Her surprised gasp was muffled by his dick in her mouth, and she choked a bit as the tip pressed against the back of her throat. A hot, sticky stream shot into her mouth and throat, and she choked a bit as it filled her. Desperately, she managed to swallow the slightly bitter cum. As Soarin' released her, she pulled her head back, coughing a bit.
"Sorry," he whispered, looking contrite.
She smiled up at him, wiping a bit of cum that had escaped her mouth off her cheek. "It's okay," she whispered. When he extended his hand, she took it, and allowed herself to be guided onto the bed. As he gently guided her, she allowed herself to be laid on her back, her pink hair fanning out beneath her. He leaned in, kissing her once more. Feeling more relaxed now, she returned the kiss with more passion and heat. As he pulled back, his hands began to slowly unbutton her top. She shivered at his touch, and his hot breath on her cleavage caused her to let out a soft squeak.
With the last button undone, her breasts bounced freely. She turned her head away, closing her eyes and blushing. Her breasts were quite large for her willowy frame - a trait her mother told her ran in the family - and had been a long source of embarrassment since her early blooming, given the merciless teasing of many of the other girls. She raised her hands to try and cover herself.
Soarin' touched his hand to her cheek, turning her to face him. As she opened her eyes, he kissed her again, gently, his green eyes staring lovingly into her own. Slowly, hesitantly, she let her hands fall. She closed her eyes as he lowered his head, then she gasped as she felt his hands on her breasts.
He caressed them gently, sliding his hands over them, occasionally squeezing lightly. Leaning forward, he began to caress them with his tongue. She gasped at the contact, the warm, wet, fleshy sensation dragging across her breast. His tongue dragged gently around her nipple. As she felt her nipples become erect, she gasped again as his mouth closed around one, and she moaned as he licked and sucked gently. After a time, he shifted his attention to her other nipple, continuing to stimulate the first with his fingers, rubbing and giving an occasional flick.
She could feel herself growing increasingly damp from her pussy, certain that by now her pajamas were nearly soaked through. Her soft moans were interrupted by a squeak of embarrassment at the thought. Soarin's hand slowly slid down across her belly, but stopped just before the hem of her pajama bottoms. "May I?" he asked softly.
Not trusting her voice, she nodded. His hands gripped her bottoms and began to slowly slide them off, leaving her glistening vagina bare to his sight. She struggled to stifle the whimper that escaped her throat. She felt his gaze on her most private of parts, and her eyes squeezed shut in further embarrassment. "Please don't stare," she whispered.
"Sorry," he replied quietly. His fingertip gently stroked her labia.
She let out an uncharacteristically loud gasp. "Soarin'!" she tried to scream, but her voice was as quiet as ever. She collapsed in further moans as he continued his ministrations, stroking her pussy firmly but gently. She let out a quiet scream when his fingers brushed her clitoris.
When his hand withdrew, she struggled to catch her breath, only to lose it when he leaned in and proceeded to lick her pussy. She gasped, feeling his long, warm, wet tongue invading her vagina, tasting her inside and out. She moaned at the feeling. "Oh Sweet Celestia," she barely gasped out, before releasing a quiet shriek of pleasure when his tongue caressed her clitoris.
She wasn't sure how long he continued his ministrations before pulling back. As she caught her breath, he crawled up the bed, positioning himself over her, looking down into her eyes. "Fluttershy, are you ready?" he asked her quietly, his breathing heavy as he gazed lovingly, longingly, into her eyes.
She raised her hands to his face. "Yes, Soarin'," she whispered. "I want you now."
Leaning in, he kissed her again, and the taste of her own juices on his lips mingled with the taste of his dick still on her tongue. Gently pulling back, he carefully positioned himself. She braced herself, and felt his dick slowly push into her vagina.
She gasped as loudly as she dared at the feeling of penetration, and winced at the slow tearing of her hymen. Soarin' paused then, leaning forward to kiss away the tears that formed beneath each of her eyes. When the pain faded, she nodded, and he pressed further into her.
She rocked her head back, moaning in ecstasy at the feel of him inside her. He moved in and out of her slowly, gently, giving her time to adjust to his movements. She clung to him, the pleasure filling her. "Faster, please!" she gasped out.
Letting out a grunt of acknowledgement, Soarin's pace increased, and Fluttershy moaned louder at the increased pressure. "Oh Soarin'!" she cried out.
He clung more tightly to her, pressing himself against the curves of her slight frame. The shift of position caused him to enter her at a slightly different angle, and she gasped loudly, her eyes shooting open at the sudden spike of pleasure. "Oh god, Soarin'! Harder!"
"Fluttershy!" he gasped out, his hands grasping her rear as he pounded into her with more intensity, only increasing the pleasure for her.
She screamed out in ecstasy, the pleasure filling her body and mind. She lost track of time as he pounded into her like a piston, her only awareness of his body against and within hers. As she felt the pleasure begin to peak, she cried out, "Soarin', I'm cumming!"
"Fluttershy!" Soarin' screamed in response.
As her orgasm struck her with shocking force, she felt his cum shooting into her, filling her womb.
Fluttershy lay on her bed, panting heavily, letting the post orgasmic glow suffuse her. After a time, she lifted her hand from her still dripping crotch and deposited the well-used vibrator in a small dish on her bedside table. She would wash it before she went to bed, once she could walk to the bathroom again. The vibrator had been a gift from Rainbow Dash on Fluttershy's 16th birthday. Rainbow had jokingly said it was obviously her first. While Fluttershy hadn't said anything about it, it hadn't helped her self-confidence any that Rainbow had been right.
Managing to get to her feet, she began to clean up. She picked up the towel she had laid under herself to catch anything that dripped so she wouldn't stain her sheets and tossed it into the laundry. She started to reach for the nightclothes she had discarded before her playtime, but then decided to clean herself up in the bathroom before putting them back on. As she carried the dish with her towards the door, she heard familiar voices from beyond her window. Curious, she crept over and peeked over the sill, staring down from the second story to the street below.
There was her friend Rainbow Dash along with Spitfire, hanging off of Soarin'. Fluttershy couldn't stop herself from sighing longingly. While she knew the that it was unlikely that her crush would be requited, she couldn't help but fantasize about the school quarterback ever since her wrong turn that fateful day had led her to walking in on him as he was changing in the locker room. The fact that he had carried her to the nurse's office when she had promptly fainted, and then stayed by her side till she woke up, didn't help matters much.
As Rainbow and Spitfire waved goodbye to Soarin' and raced off, Fluttershy couldn't help but sigh longingly once more. It wasn't as if the most popular guy in the school would even look twice at a shy wallflower like her-
Soarin' suddenly turned to look right at her as she peaked at him over her windowsill. Smiling, he waved to her.
Letting out a startled "Meep!" Fluttershy yanked her curtains shut and spun around, her back against the wall. She hyperventilated for a bit before managing to get control of herself. "He...he looked at me!" she gasped excitedly before letting out a happy squeal.
Then she realized she was still naked. She squeaked so hard in embarrassment that she started to hiccup.
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