Ex-Smooze Me! Please!

Lesson 5 - The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Fluttershy was asleep. And in her sleep, she was dreaming. She was walking slowly down the main street at Ponyville, wearing her new collar. Nopony seemed to notice or care. It was like they didn’t even know what it meant. Like they were innocent. They would smile and greet her, and then go on their merry way. They couldn’t understand what it meant. She would have to show them.

She walked prouder, her tail and head held high. Some ponies would glance at her in bewilderment. Some pretended not to notice. A few would gawk, openly observing her behavior. She winked at those ponies, rewarding their forwardness. Fluttershy made her way to the center of town square, and then stopped. She looked around at all the ponies, some whispering to each other about her, others pretending not to look.

She intended to give them a reason to look. Fluttershy laid on her back, resting her head and wings against the cool stone floor, and spread her legs. She was already so wet, she didn’t need to warm up. She ran her hoof down her stomach, towards her soaking pussy. Her hoof became a paw and she she felt her tail become a cat’s. She was a good kitty. And she would show them.

Fluttershy made eye contact with as many ponies as she could when she started to play with herself. She used her paws to spread herself wide while watching the ponies’ mouths drop. Fluttershy gave herself a flick, and moaned loudly. She let her tongue hang out as she started to sweat and squirm underneath her own touch. She was going to show them how good of a kitty she was. Fluttershy meowed.

The watching ponies would meet her gaze and gulp in embarrassment. Some were smiling, some had their mouths open, and some were clearly aroused. She could see the stallions, their long hard members growing underneath them. Growing for her. Fluttershy squeezed herself and squealed.

For these ponies to see how good of a kitty she was, she needed some help. Fluttershy picked a random face in the crowd and beckoned it with her gaze. She merely caught its eyes and demanded it come to her. It took a tentative step forward, and then another. She willed it to move faster. The pony started to walk, more confidently. As it approached, it’s shifting features began to take form.

It slowly took on the same coat color as her, even her mane and tail. The pony grinned as it approached, its features solidifying. This wasn’t just anypony. This was her. This was the changeling. Fluttershy looked at it longingly. She wanted it. She wanted to feel it over her and inside of her. She needed it.

Her confidence gave way to humility as she began to beg for it, meowing desperately. The other pony walked over her supine body and glared devilishly. Fluttershy was a good kitty, and she was going to get rewarded. The pony lowered itself over Fluttershy as the crowd began to fade, lost in a blur of yellow and pink.

They kissed, and Fluttershy felt a fire in her heart threaten to consume her. She burned for this, she needed it. As the pony lowered itself on to her, the sounds of the town square dithered off into silence. Fluttershy felt the pony press their bodies together, and the world went hot and dark. She was wearing a blindfold, afterall.

The pony held her tightly, it’s warm body keeping her safe as it began to fuck her. Something spread her wide, and she welcomed it deep inside her. Fluttershy began to moan as the other pony filled her in a way she hadn’t felt before. It felt like they were melting together, becoming one.

The other pony flowed into her, warping the boundaries of their flesh. Fluttershy couldn’t tell where she ended and the other pony began. She could feel the other pony, she could feel herself. Their bodies cried out for one another, and Fluttershy could feel it all. They needed each other.

Fluttershy felt it rising, the joy and ecstasy the other pony brought her. As they moved in unison, they were no longer separate beings. Both ponies were fluid, mixing and stirring each other, washing in and out of each other. They were becoming something more, something amazing. The new creature screamed in the climax of its existence. It was complete; It was glorious.

Fluttershy woke up with a groan. She had been having some sort of strange, wonderful dream that she hadn’t wanted to end. She didn’t feel very rested, it had probably been only a few hours since the other pony had put her to sleep. The world was dark around her, she was still wearing the blindfold from before she had gone to sleep. Fluttershy felt the collar around her neck, and traced the leash.

She was lying on a cushion and no longer really restrained. Her collar was leashed to something, and that was all that held her. Being a kitty wasn’t bad. It was actually quite nice. She was fed and kept safe down here, with nothing scary to worry about. And the changeling usually kept her company when she was awake, so she wasn’t often alone.

She smiled and felt her heart flutter when she thought about the other pony. About it’s beautiful curves, wonderful eyes, soft voice, and silky touch. Oh, how she thought about its silky touch. Fluttershy rolled onto her back and stretched, exposing her glistening sex for the world to see.

She licked her hoof and lowered it, wasting no time in finding her swollen clit. Maybe if she made herself cum she could relax and go back to sleep, back to that strange and wonderful dream. Fluttershy cringed a little when her hoof reached its goal, and then she giggled. She was so sore. Here she was, resting from a night of relentless sex by masterbating. It was so dirty. She was so dirty.

It was good to be dirty. That was what good kitties did. And Fluttershy was a good kitty. She pushed back through the pleasure and the pain, moaning with delight as her hoof began to press into her tender flesh. Her body warmed under her touch as she relaxed and her muscles came to life. She worked the sore muscles, stretching and teasing herself until the pain was gone.

Fluttershy heard a soft wet squelching sound accompany her moan as she worked. This was nice. Why had she never done this before? She giggled at how silly she had been. Had she been worried that Angel would find her? What would she do if Mommas little bunny found her in a position like this?

Suddenly, Fluttershy stopped. All her passion and pleasure just left, and she felt empty. Angel. Her bunny. What had happened to him over the days she had been stuck here? What had happened to her? She pulled her wet and sticky hoof away from her drooling pussy and covered her mouth as she gasped. The once arousing aroma now only made her feel sick. Fluttershy wiped her hoof on the cushion, frantically trying to clean it.

She needed to escape this. She needed to save Angel. Fluttershy tore off her blindfold and looked around the stark cellar as her mind reeled. She had almost gave in to the changeling. Sure, living as a sex kitten might be nice, but what about all the animals that depended on her? Fluttershy hadn’t been able to escape to save herself. She had already lost that battle. Even now, there was still a very strong temptation to simply give in again and enjoy herself.

All she would have to do is lay back down, close her eyes, and put her hoof between her legs. Her body would do the rest. And then her mind would follow, thinking of that other pony’s soft touch and delicate voice. How it would call her a good kitty and gently pet her head. How it would keep her safe. How it would make her cum.

Yes, she could be a good kitty. Fluttershy laid back down slowly and smiled. It would be nice to not worry about things anymore. It would be nice to relax and feel her own flesh. Feel herself breathe hotly and pant as she came. She deserved at least a little personal attention after all the time she spent taking care of the other delicious pony.

But she wasn’t wearing a blindfold. Good kitties needed to use their whiskers to find things. Fluttershy looked across the floor for her blue blindfold and saw it crumpled out of her reach. That wouldn’t do. She slowly got up and walked to it, only to find that her leash didn’t reach that far.

Fluttershy was stuck. She couldn’t go back to her bed without her blindfold, and couldn’t get to her blindfold without taking off her leash. Taking off her leash would make her a bad kitty, and going to bed without her blindfold would make her a bad kitty as well. She began to panic.

She didn’t want to be a bad kitty. Fluttershy stared at the discarded blindfold just outside of her reach. It was stupid of her to have thrown it away. Something so important to her shouldn’t have been discarded like that. Fluttershy paused at that thought. The blindfold looked like some kind of dead creature. Almost like a rabbit. A very particularly picky rabbit. With a temper, and a few bad habits. A rabbit that always looked out for her. Angel.

Fluttershy whispered quietly to herself, “No.”

She started to cry and she said it louder, “No.”

She looked at the blindfold, and imagined Angel lying there, discarded and unneeded. She spoke firmly, “No.”

She had failed herself. Resolve filled her voice. “No.”

Fluttershy would not fail her Angel. She shouted, screaming as loud as she could, “No!”

Tears streamed from her eyes as she tore off her collar, shredding it in the process. She picked up her blindfold and tied it around her wrist like a ribbon. It was her Angel. Her precious bunny. And she would save him. It didn’t matter how sexy the other pony was, or how soft and gentle it’s touch was. Or how it could caress her and make her feel like a million bits.

Fluttershy looked at her wrist, wrapped in blue ribbon and her thoughts cleared. She was angry for the first time in a long time. She was going to save Angel, and all of her animal friends that needed her. And not even Lord Smooze himself was going to stop her.

Fluttershy looked up and saw the trapdoor surrounded by inky blackness. Whatever strange things had happened to this room, the door out was still there. She would fly however high she needed to. And she could open it. She had to. Fluttershy gripped her ribbon tightly, and took flight.

Unfortunately, Fluttershy didn’t know what the day’s lesson was yet. It would be a painful lesson to learn, even though it was quite simple: nothing can stop the Smooze.

Nothing.