Her Heart Flutters

by Sweetie Tart

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sex, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Fluttershy
Length: 3363

Fluttershy struggles to find what love truly is and what it means to her.

For Fluttershy, love isn't easy. It never is, actually. If it were, she would just be able to settle down with anypony and decide that that's who she'd love forever. Of course love isn't that easy. It has so many different meanings to so many different ponies. But soon Fluttershy will have to ask herself, "What is love and what does it mean to me?"

Published 2013-07-04 13:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-04 13:20:01 UTC

Something About Them Apples

The sun was setting as I made my way over to Sweet Apple Acres, casting a warm, orange light over the orchards. The farm always looked beautiful, but I think the sunset during this time of year was when I thought it was especially brilliant. There was just enough light to catch the ripening apples, casting a cascading sheen over their skins and creating a small ocean of twinkling, red and green stars across the trees. The sun cast its golden shadow over the now empty orchards as the chirping of my little cricket friends began to set it. It was magical, I mean... to me at least.

I’d been visiting the farm regularly. I always had animal friends to feed and the Apple family was always kind enough to provide me with a surplus of produce. Not just the extra harvest either, I knew Applejack made the effort to pull crops particularly for me. I always got some of the freshest and ripest of the harvest. I mean... she doesn’t short-sell her customers at the market, but I liked to think she’d given me special attention.

Sometimes I’d come a little early, and help her with some of the easier chores or just hang around to watch her. I mean, if that was okay with her. Of course, I’d feel a little guilty when she was doing the harder jobs and I couldn’t help, but there wasn’t much I could do. Not with my frail and fragile frame at least. I hated it, how useless I felt, but I enjoyed every moment I got to spend with her. Watching her, it gave me some sort of inner strength. She always encouraged me to do my best, and she, herself, was magnificent. An amazing mare if there ever was one. She was strong, she was kind, she was generous, she was so sweet to her family, and I thought she was rather... pretty.

Okay, so I didn’t mind watching her work. I may have enjoyed it even. She was just so... amazing. A marvel to watch. My mind would grasp at countless words as it failed to described her just the way I saw her. Each display, a show in strength, endurance, and sheer power of will, and most importantly, she did it all with a smile. She’d buck countless trees in a day, take care of all the critters, do repairs all around the farm, bring in even more crops, and do so much more work it was enough to make a pony’s head spin. The mare was unstoppable, maybe even more so than Rainbow, and I thought she looked graceful and beautiful doing it. I envied every last inch of her. If I had even half the strength she had, maybe I wouldn’t be so scared all the time. Maybe...

“Goddess damn it!” Applejack cursed in the distance, hidden within the confines of the barn.

In the barn at this time? She must have been wrapping up early. That’s so... unlike her.

A slew of curses drifted through the air and to my ears, flicking as they picked up each one. I sunk a little in spot, dropping from my hover to a cowering curl. My long, flowing bangs draped over my face to hide my eyes staring reflectively at the ground.

She sounds upset. I don’t know why, but it sounds bad. I haven’t heard her cursing like this in a while. Maybe I should—

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I jus’ don’t know what’s goin’ on with me!”

Trouble? With... herself?

I glided a little closer, gently landing just outside the barn as not to be heard.

“Ah know I got so much to do, but ah just keep lettin’ maself get distracted every damn time!” AJ continued to curse inside as tools and supplies rustled about. “That dang Fluttershy! I jus- gah!”

Trouble with me. I’m troubling her... I gulp as I slump over against the wall.

“Every dang time she comes trottin’ around ah hardly get anythin’ done! I know the girl means well, but alla these visits are makin’ tha work really pile up. Ah always got more and more ta do, but I keep spacin’ out! Too busy thinkin’ bout... not work!”

I’m... distracting.

“Ah don’t know what’s wrong with me!” She cursed aloud.

I leaned in, around the open doorway, tears forming in my eyes as she began trotting towards me. “A-A-A,” I began to murmur. “Applejack...”

“What!” She screamed back. She instantly froze in place as her eyes met mine, startled by my sudden appearance.

I fell to my haunches, unable to fight back the tears any longer. At this point, I could feel them streaming down my cheeks. Before I lost any more composure I quickly turned tail and took off.

“Fluttershy, wait!” She called out from behind me. I was too busy crying and running to look back... or forward.

Slam

I woke up in a daze, feeling a little woozy and generally awful. My face felt sore and as I ran a hoof over it, I discovered several rough spots and a small, hard bump on my forehead just underneath a moist towel. I winced as my hoof grazed it, whimpering a small cry of pain. As my vision came into focus and my eyes adjusted, I tried to grasp sight of my surroundings. I was in a bed, in a room that certainly wasn’t my own. Granted, it was too dark to really make out anything except, the only light in the room being a sliver of the moon’s rays. I rolled over and peered out the window on the far side of the room. The moon... How long was I out? A glimmering object caught my attention from the corner of my eye. At the side of my bed lay a small tin bucket, barely filled with water. An extra cloth dangled from the side, similar to the one I found on myself. I examined it again to find it appeared a little bloodied. It must have been covering a wound.

I think I hit my head and passed out. Somepony must have been taking care of me...

I decided to try and get up, sitting up. I must have moved too fast, because I instantly felt dizzy again and threw my hooves to my sides to balance myself. One of my hooves reached out and touched something soft. I instantly jerked back and nearly toppled over, barely managing to stabilize on my other supporting hoof. I slowly glanced over to checked to my side.

Who-

Applejack rolled over, her golden locks spilling onto the bed and swirling beneath her as she stirred in her sleep. She churned and fidgeted for a moment, searching for a comfortable position. Eventually, she’d stopped wriggling and lay flat, facing me and quietly snoring. Her lips smacked as she mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out. She looked so... peaceful. I found a smile slowly creeping up on my face. I couldn’t recall a time where she looked so relaxed. Every time I’d been with her, she was always so busy doing something work related. Even at the Gala she had found some reason to find work, which was a shame, because she looked so pretty in the dress Rarity had made for her. It was a rare sight to even see her take a break really. It was reassuring to know that she was able to rest once in awhile, laying soundly in her sleep.

The moon shone off her coat, creating a hauntingly beautiful glow. I leaned back and allowed the light granted by Princess Luna to accentuate her curves, casting shadows over the the rest of her figure. Her hair appeared in the moonlight as an endless sea of gold and silver strands splayed out across the bed. She may have been mostly shadowed, but I didn’t need to see it to know she was beautiful, I could recall every last curve in her body even if I wasn’t looking. Every dimple of her soft, yet supple muscles was etched into my mind from all the times I’d spent simply watching her work. Easily, the most noticeable part of her physique were her hips and hind hooves. Those did all the work, after all, and they were the most... shapely part of her figure. Her whole body still seemed tense from the day’s work, yet it was warm and supple to the touch. It was quite a sight in comparison to my more smaller, meek frame.

I turned my attention to the soft features of her face. Some might have seen them as strong and rugged, but I thought they were beautiful. She was even more gorgeous sleeping and there was just enough light to make out the freckles on her sun-kissed skin. They were probably my favorite features of her’s. A few strands of her mane hand managed to fall upon her face and I did my best to brush them away without disturbing her. It was then that I noticed how her tender lips shimmered in the starlight, barely moistened by her saliva. I leaned closer to her, entranced by the vision. The heat of her breath pat gently against my face as my lips pursed.

I shouldn’t. I couldn’t. Could I? Not... I mean, I just can’t. There’s no way. I mean, what if she woke up? What would she think? What would she say?

I found my mind racing to rationalize the situation as I slowly lowered myself closer. Every inch of my conscious begged me to stop, but my body wouldn’t listen. It just kept moving me closer and closer to her face. I felt powerless, beads of sweat forming across my forehead. It was hardly a moment before I could feel her breath against my lips.

Just a peck. A harmless peck. Nothing more, nothing less. It will be fine. She won’t even have to know.

Our lips met as I pressed into hers. They were soft and firm, yet supple. They were just as I imagined, and I adored them. I held myself against her as a sensual warmth began to fill my cheeks, one hoof propping me up while the other kept my hair back. It was bliss. I shut my eyes and saved the moment as a soft moan was uttered back into my mouth. It was my little secret and she’d never have to—

“S-Shy? W-w-whut ‘er ya doin?” Applejack mumbled, are lips still locked against each other.

I fell back onto the bed. My eyes went wide and I began to tremble, but this time with terror. What had I done? I betrayed her. Betrayed a friend. Betrayed the one I love more than anything. If she didn’t have feelings for me before, this was sure to make her hate me. She would tell all our friends and they’d all turn their backs on me. I’d have to face the world alone, simply because I couldn’t control myself like a normal pony. Instead, I gave into temptation and stole a kiss from her lips. My jaw went slack and I stammered to get out a response.

“A-Ah! Ohmygoodness! I- I fell! I got up, an-and I was still dizzy. Yea, dizzy! I was dizzy and I fell... on your face, because... I turned too fast! Yes that’s it! I turned too fast and got dizzy so I fell on your face.” I clasped my hooves together, forcing the least convincing smile I’d ever managed in my life. Dash had always told me I was bad at lying, but this was just humiliating.

“That’s not what you were doin’, was it Shy?” She glared at me, unimpressed by my failed attempt.

I blushed furiously, my cheeks turning rosy pink as they filled with the seething heat of sheer embarrassment. I couldn’t stop my trembling so I faced away, doing my best to avoid eye contact with her. I couldn’t face her. How could you face anypony after doing what I’d done? I felt her draw closer, but I inched further away, sitting on the edge of the bed. I stared emptily at the moon, dreading what was to come next.

A hoof found its way softly onto my shoulder. “Shy? Just what is goin’ on here?”

I fell over sideways in a trembling, sniveling mess. It was impossible to fight back the tears at this point. I knew my threshold, and this had long passed it. I cried aloud as I began to bawl my eyes out, shoving my face into my hooves in shame. I tried to answer her when I felt the same hoof make its way to my side, but all I could manage was to cry out some sort of an unintelligible response. I continued to blubber as the hoof dragged me closer and another one made its way around me. I would have been more startled if I wasn’t so busy crying my eyes out. I felt a familiarly warm breath brush across my nape. I winced and bit into my lip, the taste of fresh iron seeping into my mouth.

A hoof traced my figure and slowly trailed its way between my hips, barely stopping short of the touch I felt myself longing for, as a voice whispered in my ear, “It’s okay Shy. I wantcha too.”

I whimpered, letting out a stifled moan as her hoof continued to make its way down my body and to my inner thigh. An jolt ran through my body as her hoof brushed across me, gently stroking to a rhythm. Trembling, I fidgeted in her arms as I felt her warm, moist tongue lap against my neck. Each breath she took grew heavier and heavier as her motions intensified. I could feel myself succuming to the pleasure, my heat steadily building to a point where I could no longer bear it.

It looks like she can tell, too. It’s not just my heavy breathing pants that accompany my quiet moans either. I look back, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, as she shoot me a devilish grin. Her tongue continues to lap across my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and nothing is able to stop my own tongue from lolling out from my open mouth as the pleasure continues to mount. My wings go lax and my eyes start to roll back as I feel a climax approaching. I lay powerless in her clutches, unable to stop her. Feverishly, I anticipated my fate.

However, she suddenly pulled away, denying me my moment of sheer pleasure. A shiver runs down my body as the cool night breeze graces my exposed body and I quickly turn in bed to face her. Wide-eyed, in horror of my denial, I stared at the grinning mare before me. Her ear-to-ear smile faltered, only to be replaced with a toothy grin when she brought her hoof, soaked in my juices, to her face.

“Not yet,” she whispered, staring me down like a hungering timber wolf. “Ah wanna taste it first.”

I watched as she quickly slid down and positioned herself between my legs, my thighs still dripping with desire. I almost couldn’t bear to watch, but in failing to shut my eyes I caught her gazing at my body, the ravenous intent visible in her eyes as she sized up her prey. She licked her lips before pressing her muzzle into me, the searing warmth of her tongue invading my body. I heaved a gasp in shock, lunging forward and running my hooves through her hair as my legs clenched around her neck. In response, she grabbed my hips, pressing deeper into my body.

I could feel her, her tongue exploring my body as I continued to writhe in sheer ecstasy. Even if I tried to push her away, she would easily overpower me and tighten her grasp on my hips. On occasion, she’d slow her pace to tease me and watch as I twisted in anguish, my expression clearly begging her for more. It only made my lust stronger. With the last of my strength I took hold of her head and pushed my body against her, forcing her into the furthest of my depths. My body seized up and every muscle in my hips tightened in one last act of defiance before yielding to carnal pleasure.

“Gaaahaaa!” I half-scream, half-gasped as every muscle in my body tensed in one last moment of defiance before giving way to a climax. I sprung up my bed, eyes rolled back and tongue dangling from mouth as the heat poured from my body and into the pony’s mouth beneath me. My upper body went limp almost instantly, my limbs trembling as I fought to support myself. I quickly collapsed, falling back and laying as I stared at the roof of our cloudy home. My mind tried to regain focus as I continued to pant heavily, struggling to catch my and regain my composure. My partner crawled around from under the bedsheets and cuddled up next to me, her rainbow mane tickling my cheek.

I froze, my eyes wide with horror and pupils shrunk to pin-pricks. I felt myself break into a cold sweat as I slowly turned to face the lover tucked into my arms. Rainbow Dash smiled up at me, her half-lidded bedroom eyes locked on mine.

“Hey, baby,” she grinned, wiping the opalescent liquid matting the fur around her mouth. “Nice of you to wake up in time to finish.”

“Wh-wh-huh?” I managed to utter in confusion.

“Ya hit your head, baby. Don’tcha remember?” She gently stroked a swollen spot on my head, patting it with a damp cloth that had fallen onto the sheets when I sat up. I winced. “Oooh, sorry!” She stroked my cheek.

“H-hit my h-h-head?” My eyes turned up in a vain attempts to spot the bump on my forehead as Dash gently pat the damp cloth back over it.

“Yea, and then AJ brought you back to our house. I took care of ya while you were sleepin’, but you just looked so cute and peaceful and helpless while you were sleeping and well... well I guess I just couldn’t help myself” She shamelessly admitted, adding in a shrug and a peck on the cheek.

“O-Oh,” I replied. A chill ran down my body and I fought to hide my anxiety as I asked, “D-did I say anything in my sleep?”

“Hmmm?” Dash raised her brow at me. “Uh, no. Not that I could recall anyways. I was a little busy between your legs and, well, you know how much I love working myself at the same time. You were pretty much just thrashing and moaning like you usually do. By the way, still can’t believe you got off before waking up.” She jabbed me in the rib me softly with a grin.

I blushed, but I also averted my eyes, frowning in shame at the truth.

“Anyways, just get some rest for now. I got weather duty early tomorrow too, so we’ll do something together when I get back from work.” She smiled before wriggling up to hold me. I buried my face against her chest and she rested her chin on my head, fidgeting to hold me more tightly and draping her free wing over my body. I held her too, opening my wings under hers to return the favor.

“G’night, Shy,” she whispered in an almost sing-song manner.

“G’night, Dear,” I replied, my eyes unable to meet hers from under my bangs.

We laid in silence for what felt like an eternity, the tick-tock the the clock hanging on the wall audible ringing throughout the quiet room. Dash slowly drifted off to sleep, her slow breaths gradually replaced with the quiet coos of her softer snore. I knew it’d become progressively worse as she went into deeper sleep, but I’d learned to live with it. It didn’t matter though, I lay wide awake in her arms, my mind busily sorting out the thoughts of my terrible secret.