Calm Before the Storm

by GjallarFox

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 2987

Twi comforts Fluttershy during a routine summer storm. (Romanticlop)

It's just an average storm day in Ponyville. Twilight and Fluttershy have been together for a while, and are staying inside for the storm. However, storms mean thunder, and thunder means terrified Fluttershy. Twi comforts Fluttershy in a bit of a different way than just holding and whispering things like, 'It's okay.'

(I stopped caring about my 'No mature content' policy. I wrote this to see what happens when I actually try to write romanticlop, instead of what happens when my pen writes it on its own.)

Published 2013-07-02 20:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-12 21:29:08 UTC

Calm Before the Storm

Calm Before the Storm

All was calm before the storm. Pegasi crews sewed clouds together in assorted sized puffs. As one of the non-pegasi, I chose to stay inside with my marefriend. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace, emanating its comfort and light in the dark library. It flickered and danced, licking at the stones that enclosed it and gnawing on the wood it called fuel. But warmer than the fire was the body curled up in my hooves. The slow rise and fall of her chest matched mine, making it safe to assume she was just as close to falling asleep as me. I slowly ran my hoof through her mane, feeling just how soft it actually was. A soft smile played at my lips. In that moment, I was truly content.

We had spent the day as we usually did, nothing really exciting or interesting about it. It was mild most of the day, a few clouds decorating the sky. A cool breeze told of the approaching autumn. We had gone out to the park for our usual pet-play-date with our friends, and afterwards we'd gone to The Teapot for, well, tea. Afterwards, when Dash reminded us of the storm for the week, we decided it would be best to just hunker down in the library with a warm fire and a good book.

I planted a tender kiss on Fluttershy's neck, stroking her long mane again. Within a minute, she twisted around like a ferret and planted a kiss of her own on my chin. I smiled warmly, making the fire snap with jealousy. I moved my hoof and gently stroked her neck.

"Mmmm...... I love just laying here with you..." I whispered over the fire into her ear. "We don't even have to do anything... Just snuggling is enough..."

I felt her smile before she softly replied, "Yeah... It's nice to just be calm and relaxed..."

A drumroll of raindrops on glass began to resonate through the quiet library. Softly at first, only enough to blend in with the crackling fire as background noise. But eventually, it became as loud as our whispers. "Didn't know it was supposed to come down this hard."

A flash of light and a resonant explosion racked the library proper, creating just enough of a percussive wave to rattle a few books off their shelves. A loud and high pitched squeal followed shortly thereafter. I felt Fluttershy tighten up into a minuscule ball and press as closely to me as was possible. I held her tighter, whispering comforting words to her. She calmed some, but squeaked again as another bout of thunder barked in the evening storm.

I gently kissed her cheek, loosening my hold on her for just a moment. I smiled at her before rolling her onto her other side so we'd be face to face. I looked into her eyes filled with fear with a warm confidence that I knew she needed. As soon as another crash of thunder rushed through the library, I kissed her before she could squeal.

It started like any other we'd shared before. Light, loving, tender, almost timid. Her warm lips made mine feel rough and dry as sandpaper by comparison. I felt she was still very scared, close on mortified, but that only egged me on. I just wanted to show her that there was nothing to be afraid of.

When she cringed at the next roll of thunder, I decided to step it up a little. I pushed forward, deepening the kiss. Every sensation I'd felt before was amplified. The warmth of her lips was now fiery hot, the softness of her lips now somehow softer than a toasted marshmallow, and the love mixed therein was blended with just the tiniest dose of passion. I felt her apprehensiveness ebb away, but never quite die.

The next peal of thunder rolled by almost as casually to us as a cart stocked with fresh fruit would be. A tiny shudder rolled down her spine, though I felt it. I wrapped my hooves firmly around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I half-opened my eyes to see that hers were melted shut and a rosy pink blush had stained her cheeks. Every soft feature of her face triggered something inside me that I had felt a few times before, so I listened to the feeling. I opened my mouth just ever-so subtly, daring to poke my tongue forward. I felt her lips again, now searing hot against my moist tongue as I wordlessly asked for permission to explore her mouth again.

She instantly granted said permission, opening her mouth just enough to allow my tongue to slip in. Despite the many times we'd done this, it was still exhilarating and new every time. I felt the furnace-like heat, the arousing moisture, the slippery smoothness of her teeth and gums, but most of all the strength of her own tongue which wrestled almost aggressively with mine. I felt my heart-rate pick up speed, and my own blush begin to form. A fire reignited in my belly, and drove me onwards. Softly, smoothly, I brought a hoof up to her belly and drew small circles as the next roll of thunder passed. She barely noticed, her leg twitching in response. I smiled happily, feeling her hooves slowly drag down by back. I knew exactly where this was going now.

Within seconds, her hooves stopped on my cutie marks, sending wonderful tingles up my spine. I hummed with delight, letting her know that I was enjoying it. I felt her hooves gently trace the outline of my cutie marks, which sent even more tingles and shivers through me. I couldn't help but moan as she took control, rolling on top of me. As soon as she did so, my tongue was forced back into my own mouth while hers invaded. Every sweep of her powerful and dominating tongue summoned hums of satisfaction from me, making the world outside stop existing.

Soon enough, she broke the kiss to plant rows more down my neck. I shivered in delight, allowing a pleased sigh to escape my throat. I tilted my head away, exposing more of my neck for her.

She continued down to my belly, adding a few nibbles between kisses. Everywhere she touched burned pleasantly, dredging up soft moans from my throat. As soon as she reached my waistline, she paused, looking up at me. A peal of thunder struck particularly loudly. She cringed subtly, but still noticeably.

"I want to be on top tonight," I purred, rolling both of us over. I smiled seductively, a blush painting my face slightly pink. I looked her face over, admiring the way her blush and nervous smile made my heart melt. I nibbled on her ear, making it twitch wildly between my teeth while my pegasus lover beneath me gasped in surprise. I grinned broadly and started kissing my way down her body. I felt every shiver and twitch on my way down, and smiled with every single one.

"Mmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh~!"

I always loved when I got to her wings. She'd always moan from subtle touches, and scream when I preened her. I didn't believe her when she first told me that she didn't fly fast because of how sensitive her wings were. But when we first introduced intimacy, I was shocked when she actually climaxed from preening alone. From then on, I preened slower and more gently so she could savor the sensations. She always asked me to go slow.

"Go slow, please," she sighed before moaning again as I plucked another feather from her wing.

"Yes, love," I replied. I took another feather in my teeth, lifting it up to make a gap. The instant my tongue touched the skin beneath her feathers, she near screamed my name. Her other wing flapped uselessly in response to my sensual sweeping of debris. I smiled again, gently brushing the lifted feather back down into place with a light kiss. The process continued as such slowly and methodically, lift, sweep, pluck if damaged or loose, lower if not. It had taken at least three attempts at sensual preening to actually master the minuscule details and subtleties.

As I continued, her verbal responses grew louder and raspier, occasionally cracking. However, as per usual, I finished preening her wings just before she could reach her peak. She looked down with a scarlet blush and pleasure-fogged cerulean eyes, a listless smile on her lips. She hummed in delight and whispered, "Thank you..."

"Don't thank me yet, love," I purred with a seductive smirk. "I'm not done with you."

I gently nibbled my way from the tip of her wing where I had finished preening, following the wingbones back to her belly, taking incredible care to not undo my arduous work. She hummed in delight, squirming a little as the sensations of pleasure rolled up her spine. As I kissed my way down her belly, I ran my hoof up the inside of her leg, pausing just before her groin. Her leg twitched in response, anticipating the touch just inches upwards. I grinned devilishly between kisses, dragging my hoof back down her leg.

"J-just d-do it already!" she ordered, shivering with anticipation. "I need you!"

I did not need further instructions from my lover. I dragged my hoof up her other leg, making her draw a shaky breath. But instead of pausing as I had before, I continued those last few inches to her marehood.

"Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!"

I savored the moan of pleasure I was trawling from my sexy pegasus lover. I used the corner of my hoof to gently part her lips, and that was enough to make her throw her head back and voice her satisfaction loudly enough for Canterlot to hear. I smiled warmly and lustfully, stopping my kisses to her belly to focus entirely on pleasing Fluttershy. I worked my hoof slowly and gently, using the corners to make sure I was actually touching her. Each pass of my hoof summoned loud verbal responses in the forms of short gasps, long moans, and the occasional scream.

However, I was soon tempted by the slick moisture on my hoof and its powerful musky aroma. I lowered my face to her dripping marehood, the pink folds inviting me to taste them. I licked my lips in anticipation, feeling my own flower begin to drip from the scent and her adorable noises. I smiled, and gingerly stuck out my tongue.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Her head rolled back, letting loose a scream that half deafened me as I ran my tongue up her flower. I grinned and savored the taste of her, as she would call it, 'tea'. I set my tongue back at the bottom and dragged it slowly upwards towards the exposed nib at the very top. But I avoided the tiny collection of super-sensitive nerves. I didn't want her to climax too quickly. So I continued lapping at her outer folds, relishing in the arousing noises she was making. As I licked, her forehooves reached down and grasped the back of my head, pulling my face further up and into her. Her hips involuntarily rocked forward and back into my muzzle, coating my face with her gloriously delicious arousal.

In response to this, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and clamped down over her flower, sealing it to drain directly into my mouth. I pushed my tongue forward, tensing it as much as I could so it would at least be semi-solid. I carefully but powerfully thrusted my tongue into her, instantly feeling the intense heat. I heard her scream into the stormy night voicelessly, only a dry and cracked gasp and throaty moan escaping. I internally smiled, already knowing just how aroused she was.

I gingerly began sucking at the hot fluids flowing like water from a spring, earning a loud and arousing scream, my name somewhere lost in it. I pulled my tongue back out of her marehood, swallowing the 'tea' she had given me thus far. But before she could take a breath, I thrusted back in again, lapping at her inner folds with reckless abandon. I moaned in satisfaction, needing only the taste of her to make me happy for the night, no matter if my achingly aroused flower got any attention or not.

Between the 'More!'s and the 'Right there!'s and the other noises of her carnal pleasure, I felt her getting closer to her bursting point. Her voice cracked more often and had died down in volume in preparation for the glass-shattering scream that she almost always emitted at her peak. Her flower began loosening falsely, allowing my tongue easier access and preparing for a sudden contraction that would immobilize my tongue. Her wings flapped asymmetrically and uselessly on the ground, tangling her long mane into a sprawled out heap. Had I entered a room to see her lying on my bed like this, I'd instantly get the hint, and probably end up damp by the time I could walk again. I looked up with lusty eyes, seeing the deep scarlet blush almost dyeing her face an entirely new color. I grinned and prepared myself for the incoming storm.

I finally nibbled on the tiny nib at the top of her flower. Her voice caught in her throat, and she arched her back in pure pleasure. Her hips involuntarily thrusted forward onto my face again, making my teeth clamp down just a tiny bit harder, making her squirm with sexual delight. I released my teeth, choosing instead to poke at it with the tip of my tongue. The amount of nectar coming out of her flower had waned, and I took that as the final sign. I released my jaw's hold on her loins and looked up at her, wriggling on the ground erratically. "Hold on to something, love."

I gave her but a moment in the throes of passion and desire to brace herself before I dove back down and into her, lapping at her entire flower, smothering every petal with the mix of my saliva and her 'tea'. At the top of each pass, I flicked the tiny nib with the tip of my tongue making her hips buck upwards, and her back arch. She screamed to high heaven as her climax rapidly approached because of my ministrations.

"TWWIIILLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-~!!!!!!!"

Her voice broke in the middle of my name as I opened the floodgates inside her. Her legs clamped together, locking my face to her flower. Her hips bucked forward and her forehooves pulled my muzzle as deeply into her as her body would allow. Large amounts of her sweet nectar seeped from her flower, near steaming as it hit the cool air in the library. I lapped at every last drop, never allowing one to hit the floor and be wasted. In that moment, even though my loins ached and dripped with heavy arousal, I was satisfied enough to settle for pleasing Fluttershy. Her 'tea' and screams were reward enough for me.

Her back hit the floor again, but her deep pants and gasps of air did not wane in intensity nor pace. Her legs loosened their death-grip on my neck just enough for me to remove my head, though I didn't because there was still just a bit more 'tea' to be had. Her wings sprawled out limply on the floor, and her forehooves fell similarly to the wooden floor of the library. I as I realized that she was completely done, I lifted myself to her face, which was stained pure scarlet. She stared at me with glazed-over eyes, a weak and exhausted smile playing on her lips. I smiled happily and planted another tender and loving kiss on her lips. A roll of thunder, the first one I had noticed since we started, lazily trotted past the library. Fluttershy didn't even notice as she listlessly floated back down from her climax like a lazy autumn leave from a tree.

"I love you," came her breathy whisper. She curled down to my chest, placing her ear over my heart, which was elevated in pace, but not quite at the same pounding rate as hers. She hummed softly, placing her hoof on my chest. "Thank you..."

I smiled warmly, noting that the fire had died down to a tiny flame and embers, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I love you too," I replied softly. "And you're welcome."

Even when the thunder became particularly loud and sudden, it was no longer scary for my pegasus lover. She didn't squeak nor squeal, nor did she flinch in the slightest. She simply lay curled up to my chest, watching the rain dance on the window panes, and the occasional flashes of lightning. As I felt my own arousal wear down, I smirked at the storm outside and reveled in my victory. I had helped quell Fluttershy's fear of thunder, and that was enough satisfaction for me.

~The End~

Author's Note

Okay. So. This is what happens when I actually intentionally write romanticlop. Well then.

I'm just going to say that I wrote most of this on my phone on a ten-hour plane ride home from the Grammar Nazi Convention in the UK. Now. I don't like how this ended, but for all intents and purposes, I'm done with this story. There will, however be a follow-up story that will settle the score between them because I like to make sure everypony is happy by the end.

For now, however, I'm going back to writing my commission-fic that TwiliDragonRin has requested of me. In other words, MORE ADORABLE TWISHY SHIPPY FEELS INBOUND!

<3 DarqFox

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The follow up story is finally here. I swear you'll love it.

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