Shy,
I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye to you this morning, but the sun wasn’t even up yet and I didn’t want to wake you. I just wanted to say that I love you and I can’t wait until this weekend is over so that I can see your beautiful face again. I wish you could have gone to Las Pegasus with me (it just won’t be the same without you), but I understand that you can’t leave your critters unattended.
I hope you have a good weekend, Shy. I’ll be home late Sunday night. Until I see you again:
All of my love,
Soarin’
Fluttershy smiled as she set her fiancé’s letter back on the nightstand; she always enjoyed the little things that Soarin’ did to show how much he loved her. Most ponies knew him as the athletic, handsome, star of the Wonderbolts, but Fluttershy had gotten to know the stallion as a sweet, and caring pony; a pony who was soon to become her husband. I love you too, Soarin’, Fluttershy thought as she stretched her forelegs and wings, and climbed out of bed to start her day. As soon as her hooves touched the floor, the mare felt a slight tremor in her legs. Perhaps she had jumped from her bed to hard, or maybe she was still a little tired, whatever the reason was, it wasn’t worth worrying over. Or so Fluttershy thought. With one final stretch of the hindquarters, the pegasus mare made her way downstairs for breakfast.
Fluttershy hummed a happy little tune as entered the kitchen where Angel Bunny was already sitting at the table, enjoying a healthy breakfast of whole, raw carrots. The little bunny looked up and beamed as his master approached the table.
“Good morning Angel sweetie,” Fluttershy said, scratching the rabbit behind the ear, “my, you’re awfully cheerful this morning. Would you like to come down to the pond with me to check on the otter family?”
Angel shook his head and produced a tiny, bunny-sized calendar, and pointed to the date where a picture of a bunny harvesting carrots had been drawn.
“Oh, you’re going to be working in your garden today. I understand; I’ll just grab a bite to eat and then I’ll be out of your way.”
After a delicious breakfast of apple and cinnamon oatmeal, Fluttershy left her house and walked into the sweltering summer heat. She made her way down the winding path to the river that ran through the heart of Ponyville. As she trotted through the town square, she couldn’t help but feel like dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at her as she passed, and at one point she thought she saw a stallion turn her way and inhale heavily, but when she looked back, he had continued trotting on as if nothing had happened. What’s going on, she thought as she stopped to examine herself, is my mane messy, do I have a feather out of place? Do I –
“Well, hello there.”
Fluttershy jumped in the air at the sudden, mysterious voice. When her hooves were back on the ground, she looked up and saw a unicorn stallion that she’d never met before smiling at her and blocking her path.
“Sorry,” he said, with an embarrassed chuckle, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just couldn’t help but notice how…” his voice drifted off as he took a quick whiff of the air, “…how beautiful you are, and I was wondering if…”another, longer whiff, “…if you’d like to join me for lunch, and then maybe we could-”
“No, I’m sorry, I’m really busy right now.” Without waiting for the stallion to react, Fluttershy took to the air and began flying as fast as her wings would carry her in the direction of the pond that the river fed into. What’s going on with everypony, she thought, feeling her heart race, why is everypony acting so weird around me?
The frightened mare continued flying until at last she saw the small pond where the otters dwelled. She touched down lightly on the bank and trotted over to a small burrow that had been made into the ground just a short distance from the water’s edge. Fluttershy lowered her head to the entrance of the burrow and called to her little friends.
“Hello,” she whispered, “is anyone home?” Fluttershy waited for a few minutes, but there was no answer. The young mare sat on the ground, wondering where the otter family had gone, when she heard a soft splash in the pond behind her. Slowly, she turned around, afraid to see what might be behind her, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a family of four otters enjoying some summer fun in the water. It didn’t take long for one the otters to spot Fluttershy, run over to her, grab her hoof in its little paws, and lead her over to join the rest of its family.
Fluttershy smiled as she sat on the bank and watched the otters playing in the water. Then, all at once, the four otters stood up, and waved the pony over to join them. Wiping off a bead of sweat, from her brow, Fluttershy rose from her spot and trotted into the water, thankful for the chance to escape the heat that was somehow growing even more intense around her.
…
The water had provided a wonderful respite from the heat, and Fluttershy hated to leave it, but it was getting close to lunchtime and she was growing hungry, so she slowly rose out of the water, shook herself off, waved goodbye to the otters and started following the river back towards Ponyville. When she got a little closer to town, Fluttershy passed a small, wooden bridge where a familiar red coated stallion was crossing, followed closely by a rainbow maned pegasus.
“Oh, hey Fluttershy,” Rainbow Dash said when she caught sight of her fellow pegasus, “what are you doing out here?”
“Hello Rainbow Dash, hi Big Macintosh” Fluttershy said, smiling happily, “I was just visiting a family of otters down by the pond. What are you two doing?”
Rainbow Dash pointed a hoof back towards Ponyville
“AJ’s busy running the apple stand in town, so I thought I would go over to Sweet Apple Acres to, uh, help Big Macintosh with the harvest.” Rainbow’s face turned a brighter shade of red than the one in her multi-colored mane as she looked over to the stallion, “Right Big Mac?”
The large stallion turned to Rainbow Dash, wearing his usual vacant, yet warm expression.
“Eeyup,” he said. Then he paused, and sniffed at the air. Fluttershy wasn’t sure what it was, but for a moment something seemed to overcome Big Macintosh, but he quickly cleared his throat and started a fast trot in the direction of his family’s orchard. “Come on Rainbow,” he called back to the mare.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Rainbow Dash took off into the sky and started flying after the stallion.
Well that was strange, Fluttershy thought as she stared at the backs of the two ponies, now far in the distance. The mare couldn’t help but giggle to herself when a thought suddenly entered her mind: those two would make such a cute couple; just like me and -uhn- Soarin’.
It was then that something happened to Fluttershy that she couldn’t explain; one minute she was walking in the direction of Ponyville, thinking about her fiancé, the next she was on the ground, a strong tingling sensation coursing up from her nether regions, and all through her body. What’s happening to me, she thought as she shakily got back on her hooves, it almost feels like…oh no; she was aroused. It wasn’t uncommon for Fluttershy to suddenly become a bit flustered when she thought about her stallion (especially during the past few months after the two first had sex) but it had always been a pleasant fluttering off the heart. Now here she was, barely able to walk, all because she had just thought of him.
A wave of fear washed over Fluttershy, and she began trotting as fast as her trembling legs would carry her; she needed help, and there was only one mare in all of Ponyville she could trust to help her. Luckily Carousel Boutique wasn’t too far away; she just had to make it there without anypony seeing her in such an embarrassing state.
It wasn’t long before Fluttershy was standing outside Rarity’s dress shop; fortunately for her she hadn’t passed anypony on her way. As the pegasus approached the door, she found a sign hanging on it that read closed. Closed, Fluttershy thought, but it isn’t even noon yet. She was about to give up hope and go back home, but she heard a sound from inside that told her that there was definitely somepony home. Fluttershy gulped as she put her hoof on the door handle, and pushed; it wasn’t locked.
“Hello,” she called, as she inched her way inside the shop, “Rarity are you he - oh my.” Fluttershy stopped as an overwhelming smell hit her nose. It was a mixture of sweat, and musk, a scent that she didn’t know that well, but she could easily guess its source. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard a thump and a loud, very unladylike moan from upstairs.
“-Uhn- oh, yes, Thunderlane, -unh- rut me harder.”
The combination of the smell, and the sounds of her best friend making love upstairs sent another wave of arousal through Fluttershy’s body, followed by a small stream of excited juices that trickled down the inside of the mare’s left thigh. Slowly, the poor pegasus backed out of the shop and closed the door behind her. Now what am I - unh - going to do, she thought, as she sat on the ground in front of the shop, trying to catch her breath, I can’t go on like this; I feel like I’m - uhhhh - going to burst.
After taking a few minutes to breathe, Fluttershy felt that she had a bit more control over her situation, and would be able to make it back home, but just as she was getting back on her hooves, three young stallions started walking towards the shop. The mare hoped that they might keep on their way, but winced when she saw them stop, sniff the air, then turn her way. Fluttershy began shrinking against the ground as the trio began approaching her, hungry looks on their faces. Oh no, please go away, she thought, no stop, ple- Fluttershy felt a hoof tapping her on the shoulder. She looked around and saw a bright pink foreleg sticking out from a bush that she could have sworn hadn’t been there before
“Pst, Fluttershy,” came a voice from within the bush, “Get in here, quick,”
Without giving the startled mare a chance to react, the pink hoof hooked around Fluttershy’s foreleg and yanked her into the bush. Sitting there, wearing a big smile on her face, was Pinkie Pie.
“Are you alright Fluttershy,” the bright pink pony asked, dusting her friend off with a hoof, “I saw those three stallions smiling at you. Not the ‘hey let’s be friends and have a party’ kind of smiles, but the ‘hey little filly, why don’t we go back to my place and'-”
“Thank you Pinkie,” Fluttershy said, wrapping her forelegs around her friend’s neck.
“Awww, you’re welcome. But don’t thank me just yet, Fluttershy; we still gotta get out of here. Come on, follow me.”
Pinkie Pie reached around the edges of her bush disguise and lifted it a few inches off of the ground so it wouldn’t drag as she started walking away on just her hind legs.
...
It wasn’t long before the two ponies were drinking iced tea at a table inside Sugarcube Corner, safe from the onslaught of watchful eyes and sniffing noses.
“Whew, that was a close one,” Pinkie said, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead, “What was that all about anyway?”
Fluttershy blushed as she looked back on the awkward day that she had been having.
“I’m not really sure,” she said, truthfully, “but ever since I left my house this morning, I’ve been feeling like everypony is staring at me, and a few times I’ve caught them, um, sniffing the air. And it hasn’t been just ponies I don’t know, even Big Macintosh did it.”
Pinkie’s eyes suddenly went wide. Without warning, she leaped from her seat and pressed her face against Fluttershy’s coat and began sniffing her.
“Pinkie what are you -uuhhh-” Another pang of excitement shot through Fluttershy. This didn’t make any sense to the pegasus mare; it was known to all who lived in Ponyville that Pinkie Pie had boundary issues, and Fluttershy herself had been subject to countless pokes and tickles from her friend’s hooves, so why now was she feeling a growing heat and twinges of pleasure coursing through her body?
“Ah-ha,” Pinkie Pie said when she was finally satisfied with her work, “Just as I thought; It looks to me like you’ve come down with a case of the summer heat.”
“The su-uhhhh-mmer…what?”
Pinkie Pie gave her friend a perplexed look.
“Wait, you’ve never…Ohhhhh.”
Fluttershy was so confused.
“Well,” Pinkie said, taking a seat beside Fluttershy and wrapping a foreleg around her shoulders, “for three days each summer, every mare who is sexually active…oh maybe I should start there…you see, Fluttershy, when two ponies love each other-”
“Yes, Pinkie, I, um, already know that part.” Fluttershy hid a blush behind her long pink mane.
“Silly me; of course you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be feeling the heat, now would you?” Pinkie let out a series of giggles and snorts. “Anywho, during those three days, a mare’s body becomes super duper sensitive and emits a humungous amount of pheromones that attracts stallions like bears on honey, and the only way to get rid of it is by having lots and lots, and lots,” Pinkie took a deep breath, “and lots, and lots of sex.
"Some mares like to go out and find any random stallion that’s willing to do it with them, while those of us who have special someponies lock themselves in their bedrooms for three amazing days filled with sweat, and thrusting and -hahhhh- orgasms.” Just talking about the summer heat was sending pleasant shivers down Pinkie Pie's spine. “My advice to you is that you go straight home and do just that. I’m sure Soarin’ would be more than happy to help you fight the heat.”
Fluttershy looked sullenly at the floor.
“Actually, Pinkie, Soarin’s in Las Pegasus for the weekend and won’t be home until Sunday night.”
“Oh no, that’s terrible.” Pinkie gave Fluttershy a sympathetic squeeze
“Is there any other way I can take care of my…problem?”
Pinkie thought for a moment.
“Well, you could always go out and find a stallion to fill in for your fiancé.”
“Oh nononononono, I could never do that; I could never cheat on Soarin'; I love him too much.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Pinkie couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for her friend’s devotion to her stallion. “That really isn't the best method anyway; a mare could build up a bad reputation by sleeping with stallions that she isn't in love with. Unfortunately there really isn’t any other way. Well, except for taking care of things by yourself but the heat is sooooooo intense, that it can really do a number on your hoof. Trust me, it’s not pleasant. I mean, I guess you could do it yourself, but you’d need a…” Pinkie stopped talking and her eyes lit up. “I’ve got it! I know exactly what you need.”
Fluttershy looked at her friend, eager to hear what it was she needed to alleviate her “ailment.”
“Please Pinkie, what is it?”
But the pink mare just smiled and shook her head.
“Nuh-uh, it’s a surprise.”
Pinkie got up from her seat and lead Fluttershy to the door.
“Now why don’t you just go on home and wait; I’m sure you’ll need to rest up. I mean, three straight days of constant stimulation to the marehood can really wear a pony out.”
Pinkie opened the door and playfully tossed Fluttershy outside.
“Um, you might want to fly back home; there’s less of a chance of you running into a stallion up in the sky.”
Fluttershy was about to say something, but the door was slammed in her face. Deciding to not press the matter further, the pegasus followed her friend’s advice and took to the sky, and flew back home, praying to Celestia and Luna that Pinkie really did have a solution to her embarrassing problem.
…
The flight back home had been a long and arduous one; now that she knew what was happening to her body, she couldn’t focus on much else other than the small jolts of pleasure that would course through her body when she least expected it. But slowly and surely she made it back, and thankfully she didn’t run into any more stallions; she didn’t think she would have been able to fight off any unwanted attention on her own.
When all four hooves were safely, yet shakily back on the ground, Fluttershy wasted no time running inside her house to hide from any more prying eyes and sniffing noses that might come looking for her. Once inside, she sat down on her couch, but she didn’t have long to catch her breath before she heard a knock at her door. Oh no, please go away, she thought, shrinking against the couch cushions. After a couple of minutes went by, and there were no more knocks, Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief, believing that whoever it was had given up and left. Unfortunately for her, there was another series of knocks, more frantic than the rest.
Fluttershy sighed when she realized that whomever it was outside wasn’t going to just leave her alone, so she got up, slowly made her way to the door, and opened it; there was nopony there. She made to step out to look for the pony who had been the source of the knocking, but stopped when her hoof bumped into a small, long box wrapped in brightly colored wrapping paper. There was a card attached to the package that with the words To Fluttershy on the envelope. This must be from Pinkie, Fluttershy thought as she picked up the package, brought it into her living room, and sat on the floor as she opened the card. Fluttershy couldn’t help but smile when she saw Pinkie Pie’s bubbly writing. The smile, however, melted away to a look of confusion as she read the contents of the letter:
Dear Fluttershy,
I’m glad you made it home ok. I was so worried after you left, I thought I might need to follow after you, but I had something else I needed to do. Which brings me to this box: Inside you’ll find what some call a “mare’s best friend” and it’s exactly what you need to fight off the summer heat. I know that you might find it a bit odd, but trust me, this is something you need (well, I mean, you’ll need it whenever Soarin’ isn’t around and you can’t use his "thingy"). It is also important to know that this will not cure you, but it will make the summer heat more bearable. Now the real deal on the other hoof…hooboy.
Anyway, I won’t ramble because I’m sure you’ll be itching to try this baby out.
With love and laughter
Your most awesome, super duper friend in all of Equestria,
Pinkie Pie
P.S.
I wasn’t sure about the size, so I hope it fits.
Fluttershy read that last part again. Hope it fits, what could that mean? Did she get me clothes? There was really only one way to find out. Slowly, the mare removed the wrapping paper, and opened the plain, brown, cardboard box. Fluttershy let out a surprised squeak when she saw the long, thick, black, piece of rubber lying inside. It was a false stallionhood; not as impressive as Soarin’s very real penis, but, if she remembered correctly, it looked just a few inches longer than the one Rarity owned (the timid mare recalled the uncomfortable hoof and mouth demonstration the unicorn had given her just months before to help her over come her confidence issues in the bedroom).
W-what were you thinking Pinkie, Fluttershy thought as she continued to stare nervously at the fake dick, I could never -uhnn- use something -ahhh-, just looking at the impressive length of the toy, imagining it buried deep inside her pussy sent chills down her spine; maybe j-just this once. Fluttershy swallowed her fears; what harm could come from trying it just once.
Not wanting to risk getting caught playing with herself in her living room, Fluttershy balanced the box as best as she could on her wobbly rump and made her way upstairs, locking the door to her bedroom, and drawing the curtains, allowing for only a small bit of sunlight to come in. Then she took the rubber cock out, placed it on the floor, and just stared at it, not quite sure how to proceed; she had never used something like this before. Sure, she had masturbated…once, but she had only used her hoof, and even then she wasn’t really sure what she was doing. The only thing that had really helped get her off was when she began thinking about Soarin’. Fluttershy thought for a moment; maybe that’s what I need to do now.
Taking advantage of the suction cup at the base of the rubber stallionhood, Fluttershy attached it to the floor so that it stood upright, wobbling under its own weight. Then, after choosing a particularly wild memory, she lined the head of the false stallionhood with her dripping, sensitive lower lips, and brought her rump down, crying out into the darkness as it pierced her passage.
…
The memory Fluttershy had chosen was had taken place just a few weeks ago:
It was the day before Rainbow Dash’s birthday and Fluttershy wanted to do something special, so Soarin’ (really only able to think of one thing) suggested that they make her an apple pie. Fluttershy hadn’t been too sure about this idea, knowing that Pinkie Pie would more than likely be bringing a giant birthday cake, but Soarin’ assured her that Rainbow Dash would like it (of course Soarin’ knew that if anypony would be eating the apple pie, it would be him). So the two ponies took to the kitchen, and started making a pie; Fluttershy was in charge of the crust, while Soarin’ made the delicious apple filling.
Fluttershy had her forehooves on the counter, kneading the dough, when she looked over to check on Soarin’, and caught the stallion staring back at her, or rather, staring at her rump, which, in her position, was made even more prominent. The mare blushed as she quickly turned back to the dough and began furiously kneading it again. Suddenly she found that another set of hooves had joined hers, and felt the warmth of Soarin’s underside as it pressed firmly against her back.
Not wasting any time, Soarin’ began planting soft kisses along the mare’s neck, causing a soft, happy sigh to escape her lips. The kisses began trailing their way up Fluttershy’s head, and she gasped when Soarin’ took the tip of her ear in his mouth and began nibbling it gently. It was then that she felt something long and hard rubbing against her inner thigh. Fluttershy brought one of her forelegs around and hooked it behind Soarin’s head, bringing his lips to meet hers in a deep kiss. As her tongue snaked it’s way into the stallion’s mouth, she was instantly met with the sweet taste of apples; Soarin’ had been sneaking slices of the red fruit that were supposed to go into the pie.
Soarin’ began rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing his rod against Fluttershy’s passage, forcing her to moan into his mouth. The stallion couldn’t take it anymore; Soarin’ pulled back and lined up his stallionhood with Fluttershy’s dripping pussy, and pushed. Both ponies groaned as Soarin’ drove forward until he was buried deep inside the mare’s tight passage. Then he retracted his rod so that only the first couple of inches remained inside the mare, and he held it there, as his tongue continued its dance with the mare's. Then without any warning, he slammed his cock into Fluttershy’s marehood, sending a strong wave of pleasure to ravage her body. It didn't take long for the stallion to create a rhythm of long, deep, thrusts, each one forcing a sharp moan from the mare.
Fluttershy had been so startled when the stallion had entered her right in the middle of the kitchen; whenever they made love, it would always be in the safety and comfort of their bedroom (where she thought this would have led to), but doing it in the kitchen felt so…exciting. With what little strength she could gather, she began rocking her own hips to meet each of Soarin's powerful thrusts. Over the sounds of her cries she could hear a series of grunts coming from the stallion on top of her. She knew he wasn’t too far from the edge, and she didn’t care; she could feel her own excitement welling up inside her, just waiting to burst forth.
Not able to hold back any longer, Soarin’ removed his hooves from the counter top and placed them firmly on Fluttershy’s supple rump, and picked up the speed of his thrusts. Then he leaned forward and brought the mare’s lips to his again, allowing her to release muffled moans into his mouth. Just when the stallion thought he couldn’t hold out much longer, he felt Fluttershy’s passage constrict around his cock as a flood of the mare’s excited juices started seeping out, only to be joined by a load of semen as Soarin’ let loose shot after shot of hot seed into in her waiting depths.
Soarin’ let go of Fluttershy’s flanks, which he realized had been a big mistake when he toppled over backwards onto the floor. He looked up and felt life twitch back into his dick when he saw Fluttershy turn to face him, eye’s half lidded, mouth hanging open as she panted for breath, and her entire body drenched in sweat. With new found vigor, he pulled himself up and planted his hooves on either side of the mare again, ready for round two.
It was an afternoon full of pleasure that left both ponies very exhausted. Fluttershy looked back on that day with fondness and confusion; after four rounds of furious rutting that left both ponies lying on the ground, no strength left to stand, the apple pie had somehow been made. Even today Fluttershy had no idea how they had finished the pie.
…
Fluttershy lay in a puddle of her own sweat, completely exhausted, and unable to move, but more importantly, no longer aroused; or rather, she felt less aroused than she had been earlier in the day. Supporting her head on her hooves, she looked up at the window and saw between the crack of the curtain that it was growing dark outside. The mare had no idea how long she had been pleasuring herself, nor did she know how many orgasms had ravaged her body, all she knew was that it was probably early evening now.
With great difficulty, Fluttershy picked herself off the floor, gasping when she felt something long, and hard slowly slide out from between her haunches, hitting the floor with a loud thump. She looked around, startled, and saw the dildo lying on the floor. After her last wild ride, Fluttershy had fallen over, and the false stallionhood came detached from the floor, and had remained lodged inside her tight pussy.
Now that she was no longer feeling overly sensitive to the world around her, Fluttershy decided that she would take a quick shower and then go to bed. However, just as she was about to trot downstairs she heard the front door open and somepony walk in. Curious to see who it could be, she slowly descended the stairs, and saw a powder blue pegasus stallion stretching in the middle of the living room.
“Soarin’,” Fluttershy said, as she made her way downstairs. “What are you doing home? I thought you weren’t going to be back until tomorrow night.”
The stallion looked up and gave the mare his brightest smile.
“Hey, Shy,” he said, walking over to the mare, and embracing her, “The Las Pegasus Weather Patrol didn’t check with the city ahead of time, and accidentally scheduled a torrential downpour for the same time as our performance, so we had to…” he sniffed the air “we had to cancel.”
Soarin’s sniffing did not go unnoticed by the mare and she backed away, afraid the stallion might give in to his animal instincts.
“Shy, what’s going on? Why are you all sweaty, and what…is that…aroma…”
Fluttershy shifted nervously, afraid of telling the stallion about the day that she had been having. Yet, she swallowed her fear; after tonight, she still had two days left under the spell of the summer heat, and now that Soarin’ was home, she wouldn’t need to return to using the false stallionhood.
“Well, um, you see…I’d been feeling really sensitive today, you know, down there, and, uh, there w-were these stallions that k-kept chasing after me; I didn’t know what was going on. So I went to Pinkie and she told me that I’m suffering from something called the summer heat.”
Soarin’s eyes went wide in understanding and he quickly pulled Fluttershy in for another tight embrace.
“The summer heat? Oh Shy, I’m so sorry I left you home to deal with this on your own; I had no idea you would come down with the heat so soon. Today must have been so uncomfortable for you.”
Fluttershy nodded.
“It wa - wait, you know about the heat?”
“I’ve just heard stories; I used to think it was just an old mare's tale, about how mare's become very aroused, and that it can be a very uncomfortable time for a mare if it isn’t dealt with." Soarin' leaned in and kissed Fluttershy's forehead. "I know I already apologized, but I truly am sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”
Fluttershy nuzzled the stallion’s cheek, happy to hear how concerned he was for her well-being. Most mare’s would have taken his words to mean that the stallion had wished he had been there so he could have lots and lots of sex with her, but Fluttershy knew Soarin’ better than that; she was sure that even if the stallion were to be overcome by the pheromones Fluttershy’s body was emitting, he would have done his best to hold back until the mare gave him the ok.
“It hasn’t been so bad; I was able to take c-care of things on my own.”
“What do you mean?” Soarin’ raised an eyebrow.
Fluttershy blushed; she might have said too much.
“Well, like I said, I talked to Pinkie Pie, and she gave me a, uh, false one to use.”
Soarin' nodded.
“I see.” He sniffed the air again; the mare’s scent was so intoxicating, he could already feel his body beginning to give in to arousal. Fluttershy felt it too as Soarin’s stallionhood began inching it’s way up her inner thigh. But she didn’t let go of the embrace; she had thought that all of the attention that she had paid to her marehood would have quelled her wanting, but she could feel her arousal building up again.
“I’m sorry, I would have waited for you to come home, but I just couldn’t; I figured you would have come home late, tired, and -mmmm- sweaty.” Fluttershy cought a whiff of the stallion’s musk and sighed happily; the scent was turning her on. Slowly, she brought a hoof down the stallion's foreleg and caught his own hoof, and began leading him towards the bathroom.
“Shy, what are you doing?”
Fluttershy gave the stallion a lustful smile.
“Well, I just thought that you and I are both covered in sweat, and we could use a nice shower, wouldn’t you agree?”
Soarin’ paused for a moment to let his brain register what was going on, then returned the smile.
“I think a shower would feel great right now.”
…
Fluttershy’s bathtub was quite large for such a small pony, but that was because she wasn’t the only one who used it. As a pony who cared for all the animals in town, one of her jobs was to wash and groom the various pets that belonged to the residents of Ponyville. She never knew how large a creature she might be caring for, so she had ordered an extra large tub to accommodate a variety of animals, no matter how big. Today, however, she was more than thankful that she had went with such a large tub because it allowed room enough for both a mare and a stallion to enjoy it together.
The warm water that cascaded off Fluttershy’s body felt amazing as it rinsed away the sweat that had matted her coat after her intense solo session. Actually wanting to clean herself up a bit, she picked up the washcloth, which was resting on the side of the tub, and used it to scrub at the fur on her forelegs. She had only finished cleaning one leg, however, before she bit into the cloth as hard as she could as a sudden jolt of pleasure raged through her body. She looked back to find out what had happened, and saw that Soarin’ was now sitting on his haunches directly behind her, her pink tail mixed with his dark blue mane as it rested on his head, giving the stallion full access to her marehood.
Every brush of the stallion’s tongue across Fluttershy’s extra sensitive lower lips made her moan heavily into the washcloth she was holding. She wasn’t sure if it was just because of the summer heat, or all of the vigorous work she had done already, or if she was just that turned on by being orally treated in the shower, whatever the reason, it didn’t take long before Fluttershy’s hind legs quivered as she came, releasing a wave of her excited juices into the stallion’s thirsty mouth. Soarin’ sighed as he swallowed; the taste of the mare’s juices was sweet like honey to the stallion, and he craved more.
Without waiting for Fluttershy to come back down from her orgasm, Soarin' dove back in, this time focusing all of his efforts on her swollen clit. The stallion clamped his lips around the nub and began lightly suckling it, with the occasional brush of the tongue, filling the air with Fluttershy’s screams and moans as she came again, this time covering Soarin’s muzzle with a shower of her juices.
When Fluttershy was finally able to move again, she turned around and saw the stallion licking his lips.
“D-did you enjoy yourself,” she asked, giving the stallion a sly smile.
“Mhmm,” the stallion answered, “you taste amazing, Shy.”
The mare giggled as she watched the stallion enjoying his treat.
“I’m glad you think so,” she said, kissing the stallion’s cheek, “but I think I’d like to taste you now.”
More than happy to meet his fiancé’s request, Soarin' got up on his hind legs, using his forelegs to balance himself against the wall of the shower, leaving enough room for Fluttershy to position herself on the floor beneath him.
Fluttershy gave Soarin’ a wink as she placed her forehooves on his flanks and brought her mouth to his throbbing dick, licking away a bead of precum that had already begun to form at the tip. Soarin’ groaned as the mare began to bathe his already wet cock in soft licks and kisses. Once she was sure Soarin’s stallionhood had a nice coating of saliva, Fluttershy made her way back up to the head and took the first inch in her mouth, teasing the very tip with light flicks of her tongue.
Soarin’ started bucking his hips, trying to send more of his cock into the mare’s practically empty mouth, but Fluttershy anticipated his movements, and backed her head away, so that no more of the stallion’s dick invaded her maw.
“Please, Shy,” he begged, “I can’t take any more teasing.”
Fluttershy stopped for a moment. How did I become so sadistic, she thought. It was true; though she didn’t mind going down on her fiancé every now and again, she had never once teased Soarin’ so mercilessly. Deciding that he had definitely had enough, Fluttershy began bobbing up and down the stallion’s cock, only able to take half of it in her mouth before it hit the back of her throat.
After a few minutes of sucking the stallion's dick, with the occasional flick of the tongue, Fluttershy was surprised when she felt a hoof on her head trying to push her further down.
“I-I’m -hunnn- I’m so close, Shy.”
Taking that as her cue, Fluttershy tightened her grip on Soarin’s haunches and picked up her pace. Soarin’ couldn’t hold himself back; when he felt a pang at the base of his stallionhood, he bucked his hips, forcing his cock down into the poor mare’s throat just as the first load of semen shot down her esophagus.
Fluttershy’s arousal soon turned to panic when she felt her airway suddenly close off. With great difficulty, she wrenched herself off of Soarin’s dick, exposing her face and mane to the final loads of the stallion’s hot jizz.
As Soarin’ stood above, catching his breath, Fluttershy was on her haunches, coughing, and rubbing her sore throat, trying to comprehend the last five minutes. She brought a hoof to her cheek and scraped off a large glob the stallion’s seed, and took herself by surprise by licking the semen off her hoof and swallowing it. While she had never been disgusted by her stallion’s taste, the summer heat had made the musky flavor more delicious than she had ever remembered.
With the heat swelling up in her body again, she stood up and turned around so that her rump was pressed firmly against Soarin’s still hard cock.
“Rut me Soarin’,” Fluttershy whispered, “I need you to rut me hard.”
The heat emanating from Fluttershy’s marehood was becoming so unbearable, Soarin’ thought that he would cum again from her just rubbing up against him. Determined to not let that happen, Soarin’ pulled his hips back, lined his rod up with Fluttershy’s dripping passage, and plunged forward as hard as he could, burying his cock hilt deep inside the mare. The stallion gritted his teeth as he tried to keep himself from furiously plowing into Fluttershy, but the sweet scent of her excitement overpowered him, and Soarin’ lost control of his body as he feverishly thrust into the mare.
The room was soon filled with the smell of sex and a chorus of grunts and moans, with the occasional surprised scream from the mare that reverberated off the ceramic tiles of the bathroom walls. Fluttershy loved the feeling of each of Soarin’s powerful thrusts; while the dildo had been enough to quell her wanting, it just wasn’t the same as having a real stallion rutting her. For one thing, she had missed the sound of Soarin’s satisfied grunts as he drove himself into her, and she had missed the feeling of his teeth on her wing. Oh Celestia, my wing! The mare looked back and saw the tip of one of her fully erect wings in the stallion’s mouth.
“-uhhhnn- yes, Soarin’, preen my wings. It -gaaaahhh- it feels so good, I-I think I’m gonna -aaaaaaahhhhhhhh-” Fluttershy screamed, and her pussy clamped down around Soarin’s cock as she came. She nearly lost her balance as she rode out each jolt of pleasure, but the stallion’s rock hard rod buried in her depths, and her own hooves pressed firmly against the wall of the shower kept her upright.
Along with the mare’s orgasm came a new wave of pheromones that hit Soarin’ like a ton of bricks. Soon, his own feelings of ecstasy erupted from him like a volcano, filling the mare with a large load of hot semen. As he came, Soarin’ lost his balance and fell over in the tub with a splash. Fluttershy looked back in panic and saw the stallion on the floor, his wings splayed out at his sides, and his body propped up with one foreleg, his other rubbing his head.
“Oh no, Soarin’, are you alright?”
Soarin’ couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yup, I’m alright. More than alright actually.” Soarin’ sighed as he looked back at what they had just done. “Tonight has been amazing, Shy. Shy?”
But Fluttershy had stopped listening, she was too busy hungrily watching Soarin’s still erect stallionhood swaying back and forth like a hypnotic pendulum; she wasn’t ready to let the night end just yet. Oh no, how am I still aroused, she thought as she continued to stare at Soarin’s cock, I could have sworn I had already beaten the summer heat. It was true; after she had spent the whole afternoon furiously riding her rubber cock, she had begun to feel less sensitive. But just when she thought she couldn’t go anymore, the feelings of arousal began to build up again, and it wasn't long before she found herself in the bathtub, hot water showering down on her and Soarin’s hot bodies as the two ponies rutted like animals.
Giving in to her arousal entirely, Fluttershy climbed on top of the stallion, and leaned in to kiss him, but before she could, Soarin’ wrapped his hooves behind the mare’s neck, and brought her in for a sloppy kiss. The mare squealed in delight as the stallion’s tongue explored her mouth, leading her own pink organ in a wild dance that moved from one maw to the other. Soarin’ moaned into the mare’s mouth when he felt the tip of his stallionhood reenter Fluttershy’s hot pussy.
Fluttershy broke the kiss and placed her hooves on Soarin’s chest, and propped herself up on her haunches, forcing the rest of Soarin’s dick into her tight passage. Then she began to buck up and down in earnest, the hot water against her back adding to the amazing sensation of riding her fiancé’s hard cock. She felt her walls grip his dick again as she came, but she didn’t stop her bucking; she just pressed harder on the stallion’s chest and cried out, her voice echoing throughout the room.
Soarin’ looked up and was rendered breathless by the beautiful sight; Fluttershy’s eyes were wrenched shut, her mouth open with her tongue lolling out as she panted for breath, her wings were spread out behind her, occasionally flapping as if trying to lift the mare off of him, her mane and coat, drenched in hot water, and sweat. The icing on the cake came when he looked down and saw his glistening cock sliding in and out of Fluttershy's pink pussy as she rode him. The sight and scent of his lover stoked the raging fire in the stallion’s chest as he brought his hooves up to the sides of the tub, using it as leverage. Then, as Fluttershy began her descent, Soarin’ caught her off guard by bucking his hips, meeting her half way.
Both ponies moaned as they thrust into each other with the full intent of making the other cum first. Unfortunately for Soarin’, he lost. Letting go of the sides of the tub, he pulled Fluttershy flat against his body, and attacked her mouth with fervent kisses as he shot load, after heavy load of his sticky, hot seed into her waiting womb.
Fluttershy wasn’t far behind; as Soarin’ thrust upwards one final time, semen trying to seep out of her full passage, the mare’s legs went slack, and her body writhed as it was ravaged by pure ecstasy.
After a moment of heavy breathing, Soarin' hugged the mare.
“S-sweet C-C-Celestia, Sh-Shy, that was i-incredible,” Soarin’ said, his voice reduced to a weak stutter.
The only response that came from the mare on top was a series of heavy breaths, followed by a delicate little snore.
Soarin’ chuckled as he slid himself from underneath the sleeping mare, his limp cock sliding out with a wet pop. Once he was out of the tub, he reached across for the shower knob and turned it to the off position. The next part was a little tricky; he picked up a large, fluffy white towel, and hovered over the tub, low enough so he could scoop Fluttershy into his open hooves and warp her in the towel. Then he flew through the house and up the stairs and placed her carefully on the floor of the bedroom, gently drying her off before lifting her back up and placing her on the bed. Never once during the process did Fluttershy stir; the events of the entire day had left the poor mare utterly spent.
When Fluttershy was tucked into bed, Soarin’ did his best to dry himself off with the already sopping wet towel. Then he tossed it into a hamper and made his way to his side of the bed. He stopped, however, when his hoof met something hard. Soarin’ looked down and nearly broke into a fit of wild laughter when he found that what he had bumped into was a large dildo. So, Shy, he thought, you weren’t lying when you said you had taken care of the summer heat by yourself. That’s a pretty big one too, then he grinned with pride, but I’m bigger.
With another chuckle, he rolled the rubber stallionhood out of the way and climbed in bed next to his partner. He leaned over and brushed a few loose strands of mane out of Fluttershy's face, kissed her soft, yellow cheek, and smiled as he looked at her; oh Shy, you're so cute when you're sleeping. The mare hummed happily as Sorain’ wrapped his forelegs around her and joined her in a most peaceful sleep.
…
Fluttershy woke up bright and early the next morning, feeling very refreshed, albeit just a little sore. She was about to climb out of bed but found that Soarin’s foreleg was holding her tightly in place. Fluttershy giggled softly.
“Good morning Soa-”
A loud snore cut Fluttershy off; despite how strongly he was holding her, the stallion was in fact still asleep. The mare made to turn around and face Soarin’, but stopped when she felt something long and hard sandwiched between her rump and the stallion’s stomach. Oh my, she thought, startled by the stallion’s morning wood. Almost instantly, the mare’s body reacted to the feeling of Soarin’s cock pressed against her; a sudden heat began to well up between her haunches, her body became sticky as beads of sweat soaked her coat, and her breaths started coming out in sharp gasps.
That's when she heard a soft sniffing sound coming from behind her as the stallion stirred from his slumber. Fluttershy turned to Soarin’ who looked at her with sleepy eyes.
“Good morning, sweetie,” she said, giving him a strong, passionate kiss on the lips, “Are you ready for day two?”
