More than a Hug

by briantherat

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Other, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3677

Sometimes the only comfort can come from Fluttershy

Things haven't neccesarily been going my way lately; a job loss and a bout of depression have taken their toll on me. This week, it was hard even getting out of bed.

Still, waking up every morning to the sight of my beautiful pony goes a long way toward making it all better. And when my mood seems bleakest, Fluttershy knows just what to do to take my mind off of my problems!

(Taking a short break from Black Mane to write a continuation of the "FlutterBri" saga. If you enjoyed "When a Man Loves a Pony" and/or "Visions of Beauty", then you should love this one.)

Published 2013-06-30 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-30 03:20:01 UTC

Close to the edge

Two weeks...

It's been two weeks since I lost my job at the feed store in Ponyville, and there's been no reprieve from the mind-numbing sadness, and heart-wrenching memories. I was the manager, with a staff of ponies that worked hard, did their jobs well, and kept things running smoothly. It didn't matter to them that I was the only human in town. It didn't matter to them that I was basically an alien from another world, walked on two legs and didn't have some kind of magical tattoo on my hip. It didn't matter to them that I was openly involved with one of their own; Fluttershy the animal caretaker of Ponyville. They never saw a problem with the fact that a human was in love with a pony. Few in Ponyville did. Not even Fluttershy's own closest friends seemed to notice or care anymore about the strange lover that she had taken.

But last month, ownership of the building was passed over to some bigshot from Fillydelphia; someone who clearly found it a problem to work with me; someone who didn't like, nor think that a strange alien being from another world should be running a pony-related business. So, citing some BS about profits being done, I was let go. My staff were upset, but not as much as I. The day that I came home to my little cottage on the edge of the Everfree Forest and told my beautiful Fluttershy that I had lost my job was the hardest thing that I had to do since coming to Equestria. To look into those beautiful blue eyes of my beloved pony and tell her that I was a failure was something that I dreaded the entire walk home from town. Not because she would be upset with me - Fluttershy and I have never fought - but because I just hated to give Flutters any bad news.

She took it just as I knew she would: she looked me in the eyes, gave me a hug and said, "Are you going to be okay?"

At the time, I told her that I was, but that didn't last long. Day after day, I remained sullen and drained of life. Day after day, I tried to work my way out of bed. Sometimes, I'd manage to get out of bed for several hours and get stuff done. Sometimes, I'd even manage to leave the house to look for another job. Other days, though, I just didn't have the energy. And Fluttershy stayed supportive, loving and wonderful through it all, as she tried to find ways to get me back to my old self.

*****

The morning sun shone in through the window, and roused me from a dream where I was at work and everything was fine. I opened my eyes and assessed my situation: Day 14 of unemployment, and it was so desperately hot that my skin stuck to the sheets. Feeling miserable, I decided here and now that I was staying in bed that day. My depression was back with a vengeance.

The movement of the warm, furry body next to me made me even more upset...

What my beloved must think of me. How useless she must secretly find me, underneath that adorable passive personality. Two weeks, and nobody in Ponyville had any openings.

The yellow pony next to me stretched her forelegs out and yawned softly, then looked down at me and stroked my blanket-covered back with her hoof. Normally such actions would rouse me to roll over, grab her in my arms and kiss her all over her beautiful snout; sometimes, if I was in a particularly frisky mood, I would pounce on her, growling playfully, and pin her down while I kissed and nibbled down her body. She would kick her legs and protest with squeaks and squeals, pretending to try and get away from me until she dropped the facade and we made passionate love to each other.

Since I lost my job, I hadn't been so readily willing to be that affectionate with her, and our lovemaking went from nearly daily, to zero. Not that I wasn't in the mood, but I felt like if I couldn't give her 100%, then I didn't deserve to try. She had been tolerant of it at first, in typical, permissive Fluttershy fashion; but even Fluttershy clearly had needs and, whether she had gone into heat or simply missed being intimate, the past few days had resulted in her clearly demonstrating to me that she missed that part of our relationship.

This morning, though, I remained lying still, too depressed, warm and tired to move.

I felt her slowly crawl over my prone form, and, turning my head slightly, I saw her blue eyes looking into mine beneath the long pink mane that hung in her face.

"Um...my love...it's actually quite a beautiful day, and I was thinking...maybe, if you were up to it, we could go for a walk? Or...maybe...go to the market...or, perhaps...spend some time together doing...well...anything, really?"

I reached my hand up slightly and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand - the only affection I was capable of doing at that moment - and responded, "Maybe later, Flutters; I just...kinda want to stay in bed for a while longer."

She pulled away slightly, with a soft, "Oh..." and slowly crawled out of bed.

Looking at me sadly, she said, "Well...um...I need to go look after the animals now, so...if you wanted to, I could check on you later. That is...if, perhaps, you felt like getting up and...*eep*...I just kind of wanted to maybe cuddle or something..." her voice trailed off and her cheeks flushed slightly.

I waved my hand dismissively and tried to smile, "Yeah, maybe later."

"You know... it's going to be okay. You'll find something else soon. I know you will, so...maybe you should get up and...do something today?"

Taking all my strength, I rolled over and propped myself up slightly on my pillow. Fluttershy was clearly trying her best to comfort me, and a part of me truly wanted her to know how much I appreciated it. I could also detect some frustration in her voice, and I knew that it couldn't possibly be easy to deal with me like this.

Sighing, I replied, "I know. And I will. Today...today, I'm going to get up and I promise we'll spend time together."

She smiled and, walking back over to the bed, she nuzzled my face with hers. I took her invitation this time, and, reaching over with a hand, I pulled her mouth gently against mine and kissed her. I could feel her warm, sweet breath against my face, as the kiss quickly turned into something much more intimate. I felt her hoof reach out and stroke my chest, and my body responded accordingly. But I also felt a deep sadness and knew that I was simply not up to doing anything right then. So, in the nicest way possible, I gently took her hoof in my hand and squeezed it. She apparently got the message, and slowly moved off the bed.

"I...I love you." she whispered softly, backing away again toward the door.

"I love you too." I replied in return, then, after watching her leave the room, I turned back over in bed and fell back to sleep within minutes.

*****

When I woke up again, I could tell it was later in the day, perhaps around noon. The heat of the day was still draining, and I was still depressed...but I had to pee, so I figured that I no choice but to get up finally.

When I was done, I wandered through the kitchen and living room, and was struck by how quiet it was. Fluttershy often went out on her daily duties, but there have always been at least a few animals milling around the cottage. If not some forest creatures, then at the very least Fluttershy's petulant little rabbit pet, Angel. But even Angel bunny seemed to be missing, which I couldn't recall happening anytime recently. During another pass through the rooms, I saw a plain piece of paper sitting on the kitchen table with my name on it. Picking it up, it said simply:

"My Darling,

Gone out to help some animals. If you were up to it, please pick up some lettuce from the market.

See you later today for a surprise.

Love,

F"

As much as I wasn't in the mood to go out, especially since the vegetable stand was close to the feed store where I used to work, I knew that I was likely not pulling my fair share around the cottage lately. So, I resolved myself to go, and then come back. I was also somewhat interested in what "surprise" Fluttershy had for me. Several days ago, she attempted to "surprise" me by trying to get me to go to a party thrown by Pinkie Pie, which I was quick to decline on the grounds that I simply wasn't up to being around too many other ponies at that time.

As I got dressed, I tried to steel myself for whatever surprise she had in store for me, and hoped that I would be up to it.

It really didn't take me more than a half hour at the most to get to the market, pick up the lettuce, and get back to the cottage. I wasn't in any particular mood to take my time, nor to talk to any pony, so I made short work of it.

When I returned to the cottage, however, things seemed to be quite different. Despite it being still the middle of the day, the entire cottage was very dark as every shutter, blind and curtain in the place seemed to be shut. The entire place was, however, lit by a series of candles on the tables, counters and end-stands. Sitting on the kitchen table, in the same place as the grocery request had been, was another letter - this one also with my name on it.

With curiosity, I picked it up and, using the light of the candles, I read it:

Come to the bedroom for your surprise.

A simple sentence, but one with a lot of understood meaning behind it. Instantly, I felt the front of my shorts tighten as my hardness grew at the thought of what could be waiting behind the door. I was also quite curious, as Fluttershy was nearly never the instigator of any of our intimate encounters so it seemed quite unlike her to plan something like this.

With arousal and trepidation, I slowly opened the door...

Lit by the candles in the bedroom, I could see my Fluttershy sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me with a shy smile, the edges of her wings visible behind her. She appeared to be holding something on the bed underneath her hoof.

"Um...Flutters, what are you doing?"

"I'm...um...surprising you, I think." she said softly.

I ventured closer to her, and saw her beautiful, blue-green eyes reflecting the flicker of the candlelight. The light also showed her face shining a deep crimson blush that seemed to also cover the top of her body. Her pink mane was stuck to her face with sweat and seemed to frame it.

I smiled, "Yes, this is...surprising. So...what's going on?"

She picked up the object between her hooves and, staring at it for a moment, she looked up at me again and smiled, "Well...I was thinking...that is...that you had been so sad lately, and feeling like you had lost control. I know you liked being in charge at work, and...well...you were sad that you lost your job. I was...*squeak*...I was thinking...maybe I was being too pushy to get you to do things with me."

She seemed to unconsciously squeeze her back legs together as she spoke and, with the heat of the room magnified by the candles, the room smelled very strongly of her arousal. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, nodding my head; the words seemed to escape me but my feelings of doubt and inadequacy quickly ebbed away.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, she continued, "I was just thinking...maybe it would make you feel better...or happier...or...that you were worth something if...I let you...decide what you want to do to me...if you want."

She reached her hooves out and offered me a yellow object. When I took it in my hands, I realized that it was one of the feathers from her wings.

Looking at me again, a shy smile crossing her lips, she shrugged, "I found one of the feathers in bed this morning and...well...I was just thinking...maybe..."

Her voice trailed off and she lay back on the bed, crossing her hooves across her chest.

I turned the feather over in my hands, somewhat confused, "Does this have anything to do with why Angel and all the other animals are out of the house?"

Without looking up, she nodded and said softly, "I sent Angel and the other animals out tonight, so...if you felt like it...you could...have...have your way with me all night with...no interruptions."

"And the feather?"

"Oh...well...I was just thinking...it might be fun if you wanted to...you know...tickle me...or...um..."

She squeaked softly and covered her face with her hooves.

I slowly climbed onto the bed beside her and, leaning down close to her ear, I whispered, "or...tease you?"

She nodded quickly, moving a hoof aside to look at me nervously and squeak, "Y...yes. If you want to."

I couldn't help giggling slightly, as I put the feather down on the bed and moved her hooves aside.

"What's so funny?" She asked, curiously looking up at me.

"Nothing. You're just so...cute."

"Oh." she said, a small smile on her beautiful yellow face.

I peeled her pink mane away from her face and kissed her deeply...passionately. Pushing my tongue past her lips, I filled her mouth and traced her teeth. Her eyes closed and she wrapped her forelegs around my neck, sighing softly against me.

After several moments of hot breath and warm saliva exchanged, our mouths separated and she whispered, eyes still closed, "I've missed this."

I smiled and nodded, "Me too."

I stared down at her, her angelic pony form lying on her back with her forelegs resting on her chest and her back legs splayed open, sending her beautiful musk into the hot, sticky air. It took every ounce of willpower to not rush ahead and bury my face, or some other part of me, deep inside of her. She said that I was in control, and I intended to take advantage.

Growling low with animal passion, I buried my face in her neck and alternated between gentle nibbles and harder bites. I claimed her neck as mine, and she mewed and squeaked with pleasure as my mouth devoured the taste of her skin, the smell of her sweat, and the feeling of her soft, silky fur against my lips and teeth. My tongue and teeth kneaded downwards as I moved down her chest, kissing her, licking her...taking every part of her in as she trembled against me, willing me to continue with adorable noises and sexy moans. I kissed up each foreleg and licked around her hooves, tasting the earthiness of her body and enjoying every single inch of her as she squealed and continued to mash her back legs together; the wet sound of her dripping marehood filling the room as much as its beautiful scent. I ran my tongue up and down her belly, circling her navel and kissing her stomach deeply as I rubbed and stroked her flank with my hands, while she gasped and whispered gentle sounds of pleasure.

Then, when I was done enjoying her body with kisses and nibbles, I sat up and gazed down at her, taking in her beauty with my eyes. She was sexy...graceful...and all mine. And I would never take advantage of her again.

Her eyes opened and I could see, beneath the strand of pink stuck to her flushed cheeks, that they shone with desire. She opened her mouth and, her lips trembling, she whispered, "I...I love you. My body...all of me...is yours to do what you want."

I smiled and, seeing the feather lying beside her, I picked it up, leaned in close to her ear and, nibbling on it for a moment, whispered, "You're a bad pony...and I'm going to punish you."

Her eyes opened wide and took a deep breath, "Oh...yes, I'm...um...I'm a bad pony!" then slowly spread her back legs open, awaiting what would come next.

She trembled in anticipation even before the feather touched her marehood, and when I began to gently run it around the outside of her vaginal lips, she stiffened and squealed in pleasure. Her moisture already coated the outside of her folds and the tops of her back legs with sticky sweetness, and the gentle, teasing touch of her feather against the delicate skin caused her wetness to flow from between her lower lips in a gentle stream.

"Tell me how much you want me to touch you." I whispered to her, continuing to run the feather around the perimeter of her marehood.

Her growing arousal seemed to make it difficult for her to form words, but I managed to hear her whisper to me, "Please...please touch me! I need to feel you against me...in me...Oh Celestia...please!"

I lowered my face down so I was inches away from her beautiful core, taking a moment to enjoy the sights and smells of my mare's most sensitive, most delicate area. I blew gentle puffs of cool air at the top of her folds until I could see the pink nub of her clitoris poking through, throbbing and swollen with arousal.

Using the very tip of the feather, I softly traced all around her clit, giving it just enough contact to feel it, but leaving enough that it would be desperate for more. In response, Fluttershy let out a loud, "Ohhhhhh..." and moved her hoof down her body. I caught it with my hand and kept it from going any lower.

"Please..." she whispered, "I need...that is..."

I smiled and squeezed her hoof gently, "You promised I could tease you."

"I know...but...oh, I'm so...I mean...it's been so long and..."

I smiled and continued to tease her clit with the feather. She squealed and kicked her back legs, but I held her down and watched as her clit throbbed and her juices flowed to create a spot on the sheets.

"Do you want to come?" I whispered, smiling at what I knew her response would be.

Fluttershy put her hooves in front of her face and moaned, "Oh please, my love...don't make me say it!"

"I'll let you come, if you beg for it." I replied, stroking around her clit with the feather until it retreated back inside her folds.

"I...I need..."

I crawled up her body and gently pulled her hooves from her face again. "What do you need?" I asked her, smiling as my fingers traced down her body.

She looked me in the eyes with desperation and said softly, "I...I need...Oh Celestia, I need to come! Please!"

Smiling with satisfaction, I moved down her body and with one final glance at her blushing face, I buried my tongue between the folds of her marehood and drank deeply of her juices. She squealed and clamped her hindlegs around my head.

Moving my tongue up and down her slit, I found her clit and surrounded it with my mouth. Above me, I could hear her panting as though she was running a race.

"Oh...oh gosh! I'm...I'm going to come!"

Drinking in every drop of her sweet musk, I licked around her clit until I could feel her whole body stiffen against me as she lifted her backside off the bed and came hard. Making my beautiful mare climax was better than any anti-depressant, and as I finally felt her relax, I realized how selfish I'd been.

Licking my lips of any drops of mare cum I'd missed, I crawled over to lay beside Fluttershy on the bed. Gazing at her beautiful, satisfied expression, I realized how much I truly loved her.

Her eyes opened after several minutes and, looking tired but happy, she smiled, "Thank you."

I shook my head and kissed her nose, "No, thank you. I needed this."

She giggled, "But...my love...you didn't...I mean..."

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close, "It's okay. Besides...we have all night."

We kissed deeply, her lips tasting the product of her ultimate satisfaction, as I held her in my arms. When our lips separated, I smiled at her and quoted my favourite love poem to her; the one that I always thought of whenever I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and could not imagine my life without her.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Author's Note

The mood struck me, so I wrote this in one sitting tonight. I hope you enjoyed it! As always, comments and likes are appreciated!

EDIT: Went through and made Fluttershy a little less hesitant.