My eyes open slowly as the sounds of birds outside my window prevent any further sleep from happening. For a brief moment, I feel like shouting "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP!" but then I realize that my beautiful bed-mate may object to both the crassness of my words, and the anger toward any part of nature.
As I lay on my side, both of my arms holding her body so close that the tips of her feathered wings press tightly into my chest, I bury my face in her pink mane and inhale deeply. I smell the sweetness of the outdoors, the gentle perfume of her body and the slight musk of sweat from activities of the previous evening. Even from behind, I can tell she's still asleep from the gentle up-and-down motion of her chest, the slight movement of her tail against my leg, and the gentle whinnying of her snores. I have been sharing my bed with Fluttershy for nearly a month now - the details of how I managed to achieve such luck are unnecessary to relay - and yet I still manage to be surprised every morning when I wake up and feel her...see her...smell her beside me.
My mind wanders for a few moments: no work today; no major chores to do; house cleaning can be put off for a bit. There's truly nothing that needs to be accomplished today. I can take my time and enjoy the company of my beautiful mare, putting everything aside until later.
I hold Fluttershy's body tightly against mine with one arm, and, pulling the other one free, I move her long pink mane aside and begin nuzzling and kissing her beautiful neck. I can feel her body tense slightly against mine, her wings stiffening somewhat, and she inhales deeply. My hand move downwards, caressing the soft fur of her belly, and resting on her flank as I gently stroke her hip and trace my fingers around the edge of the butterflies on her cutie mark.
She lets out a gentle, happy sigh, her long tail waving gently against my knees, and I hear her soft voice say, "Good morning, my love."
I gently ease her onto her back and gaze deeply into her big, beautiful eyes.
"Good morning to you. Did you sleep well?" I ask, smiling down at her with one hand resting gently on her belly and the other running my fingers through her silky hair.
"Mmmhmm." she responds, smiling sweetly up at me. A slight redness coming across her cheeks, she continues softly, "I...I hope I was okay last night."
I laugh, "You don't need to keep doubting yourself. You are the most beautiful, amazing pony and I love everything about you."
She frowns, "Don't laugh. I worry sometimes...that I'm not pleasing you...as a human would, I mean."
I can see in her eyes that she is not completely honest behind her doubts. She knows how I feel about her, and she is simply fishing for reassurance.
I respond by leaning down and covering her mouth with mine. I kiss her deeply and fully, my tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. When I pull back a few seconds later, I smile at her and say, "Convinced?"
She giggles and, quickly correcting her face into another frown, she replies, "Umm...I'm still...not sure."
"So, that's the game she's playing..." I think to myself.
My hand, still resting against the soft fur of her belly, travels downward as I pull her into another kiss with my other hand. She inhales deeply through her nose and closes her eyes as my fingers graze over her mound and trace the length of her marehood. I can feel the heat radiating from her slit and the slight moisture that fully convinces me that she had no doubts about my feelings.
"How about now?" I ask playfully, fully involved in Fluttershy's game.
Her face already flushed with arousal, she smiles back and says softly, "Umm...I'm still not convinced."
Her body trembles and her wings stiffen as my fingers trace the length of her slit several times. My fingertips gently brush over her clit, eliciting soft squeaks of pleasure from my beloved as I feel it swell up with blood and arousal.
The pretenses of the game now fully over, I lean in and trace the length of her body with my tongue as I slowly descend down Fluttershy's lithe form, my fingers playfully teasing her clit. Her wings flutter against the bed as she moans softly, sensing what's about to happen.
As my head sinks underneath the blankets, I use my nose to find the rich musk that is the source of my mare's arousal and bury my tongue within. Above me, I feel Fluttershy's hooves gripping my head over the covers and her vocal pants indicating her approval of my actions.
"Oh...oh my! Oh gosh!" she squeals above me as my tongue buries itself within her folds and I lap at the steady stream of moisture that flows from within her pussy. I drink in my beloved's juices as a man dying of thirst, no other thought in my mind than bringing my pony the most pleasure possible. The strong scent of her heat and the sweet taste of her fluids spurn me further, as I alternate between lapping at her pussy and sucking on her trembling clit. Every stroke of my tongue across her folds elicits a new moan or squeak from above the covers, and every time my tongue flicks over her clit, I can feel her whole body tense up and a string of random noises squeal out of her mouth.
"Oh...Oh my! Please...please stop...for just a moment!" Fluttershy suddenly manages to exclaim, between gasps for air.
I give her clit one final lick, before poking my head out from beneath the covers. Her mare juices causing my face to shine in the sunlight, I lick my lips, "Yes?"
Fluttershy smiles at me, her face flush and her breath coming out in gasps and pants. "Umm.." she said softly, "Well...I didn't want to...I mean...I thought that I was going to...umm...and you hadn't...well...could you be inside me when I...you know...?"
Her adorable shyness, especially around sex, had become such a turn-on, so I certainly couldn't object. I crawled out from underneath the covers and lay on top of Fluttershy. Looking down into my beautiful pony's eyes, I couldn't help but kiss her one more time before going any further. My lips had barely touched her own when her back legs wrapped around me and she pulled my body against hers. My manhood found no resistance, her soaked pussy easy allowing entry to my hardness. I remained like that for several moments - simply enjoying the sensation of her pussy gripping me tightly - but Fluttershy had other plans.
Her hips quickly began bucking against mine, as if her body was screaming at me to fuck her.
"Please...I...I need you. I need to...I need to come." Fluttershy whispered to me.
I obliged her, pulling back and thrusting my cock deeply inside her tightness. Everytime our bodies slammed together, she let out a high-pitched squeak and I could feel her moisture leaking out from around our joined bodies.
"Oh...oh my. I'm...going to...are you close?" Fluttershy gasped, pulling herself tightly against me and moaning in my ear.
Hearing that Fluttershy was close to orgasm was all that I needed. My body stiffened against hers and I filled her pussy with my seed. Again and again, I coated her insides with my cum. Within moments, she pulled me close and I felt her walls clamp around my manhood in a tight grip.
"I'm...I'm coming!" she moaned and, her wings fluttering, she bit down hard on my shoulder and squealed. I could feel a flood of our combined fluids leaking out between our bodies as she stiffened and came hard against me.
After it was over, we both fell back onto the bed, our bodies coated with sweat and a bit of blood on my shoulder where Fluttershy bit me. She turned to me, still breathing hard, and smiled.
"I'm beginning to be convinced." She giggled, beneath the fringe of pink mane in her face.
I looked at my pony and tried to think of a good comeback, but could only wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly.
We fell asleep together, the same way we woke up together, with my arms wrapped tightly around her beautiful yellow body.
I love lazy Sundays with my Fluttershy.
