Dirty Moons

Fluttershy smiled as she turned on the lights, the tingling warmth of the kiss she had just shared with Bobbi Gibson still on her lips. Unlike her date with Thunderlane, which was boring and went nowhere, she felt that the thoughtful, funny, and honest bass player was definitely worth a second, maybe even a third date. He was an excellent kisser, too, not that Fluttershy had any prior experience with that.

Her popularity with the boys in this world had come as a surprise; back home, stallions never really seemed interested in her. Then again, there weren't exactly a great many stallions in Ponyville, and most of them were either already spoken for or...

No, such thoughts weren't very nice. Still, even as the pony who embodied kindness, Fluttershy had to admit there were certain ponies she didn't really want to have much to do with. Especially that one with the huge jelly vats. As far as she knew, he was the only outright pervert in Ponyville.

When she'd begun flirting with the boys who approached her, Sunset Shimmer had taken her aside and warned her, rather bluntly, that most boys were obsessed with sex. She had also expressed stark disbelief that Fluttershy, of all girls, was the sudden object of so much attention, when the Fluttershy native to this world had never even so much as talked to a boy as far as she knew. "If any of you had become a boy magnet, I'd have thought it'd be Rarity," Sunset had said. "I hate to admit it, but she's the type, and has the looks to back it up."

She'd been thinking about that a lot since then, and on the way to the concert, Fluttershy had asked Bobbi exactly why he'd chosen now to ask her out, if he'd ever asked the other Fluttershy out, and why so many boys seemed so interested in her specifically.

"It's the way you carry yourself," he'd said. "The other Fluttershy slouched and kept her head down, and shied away from people."

"I...I'm that way too," she'd said. "Back home, I mean."

"But you, well...you carry yourself like..." He'd struggled to find the right words. "Almost like you're in love with your own body. With the way it moves. I think..." He chuckled. "Well, guys pick up on things like that, even if they're not sure what they're picking up on. The easiest way to say it is that all of a sudden, you got sexy."

*In love with my own body...* Fluttershy mused. It was funny how on the mark that observation was, as ever since arriving, she had been exceptionally interested in every little detail of her body.

As she had done the night before, she headed for the bedroom to undress and shower. As she entered and turned on the lights, she caught sight of herself in the full-length dressing mirror, and stopped to admire herself. Even though the clothing she had worn to the concert was far from elegant, there was a certain appeal to it. And the dyed black streaks in her hair added a hint of...something to her appearance, something she couldn't quite put a finger on.

She shrugged off the denim jacket she wore and hung it up carefully in the closet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly pulled off the long, shiny leather boots she wore, watching herself in the mirror as she did so. She got up to put the boots away in the closet, then turned to stand in front of the mirror. She slid her split skirt down her legs, slowly, watching the course of its progress toward the floor, attention fixed on her thighs. The sight of her own bare legs excited her. Stepping out of the skirt and kicking it aside, she stood up straight. Next, she removed her sweater, tossing it on top of the discarded skirt, leaving her clad in only her bra and panties. She studied her reflection, tilting her head this way and that, cocking a hip this way, placing a hand on her side just so. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her face, then gave her reflection a sultry, half-lidded stare and a seductive smile.

Her face flushed. "Oh my...I really am sexy..."

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders. Slowly, she allowed the bra to fall away, exposing her breasts. She thought back to Sunset Shimmer's explanation of breasts, and how in the human world, they were more than merely a means of nursing a baby. She reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, gently pinching her small, stiff nipples. Her blush intensified. A pant of hot, heavy breath escaped her lips as she gently began to massage her breasts, playing with her nipples. She felt a warmth building in her crotch, as though she were going into estrus.

Sliding her hands down her sides, she spent several seconds caressing her hips before slowly sliding her panties off. After kicking them onto the pile of clothes on the floor, she sat on the edge of the bed, still facing the mirror, and spread her legs, examining her flushed, swollen vulva. Shuddering with anticipation, she allowed the fingers of one hand to lightly trace the fever-hot flesh; she gasped at the tingle of pleasure that spread through her entire body from the soft touch. "Oh...!" For several minutes, she simply sat there, watching herself in the mirror as she lovingly caressed her own vulva, which became warmer and more swollen with every stroke.

At length, she couldn't take it anymore. Trembling, she pried open her pussy lips, allowing a small trickle of fluid to escape. She stared at her clitoris, enraptured. Hand shaking, she gently grasped the nub between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a slight pinch.

An indescribably intense sensation flooded her body, singing through every nerve and nearly making her fall off the bed. She doubled over, gasping for breath; sweat beaded on her brow as she hissed. Shaking, she righted herself, pulling her hair away from her face.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she pressed a finger against the entrance to her love canal. Swallowing nervously, she penetrated herself, watching as her vagina swallowed her finger. She gasped in pleasure. Her pussy had clenched so tightly around her finger! Pulling it out with difficulty, she examined the long string of fluid that connected her engorged sex and her finger. She lifted her hand to her face, studying the juices that covered her finger; she sucked on the tip, savoring the taste of her own lust.

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her hand to her crotch and pushed her finger back into her pussy. She panted as she forced her finger in as far as she could, then slowly pulled it back out. Fluttershy began sliding her finger in and out of herself, throwing back her head and giving a throaty moan. Without consciously thinking about it, she raised her other hand to her chest and began fondling her breast. The speed of her ministrations increased; the sound of her pussy slurping at her finger made her want to go faster, deeper, harder.

After a few minutes, one finger wasn't enough anymore. She grimaced at how tight a fit two fingers were; it was much harder to push two fingers at once in as far as she wanted to, but she kept at it. Soon enough, her fingers were going in past the knuckle, and faster than she had been going with just the one finger. She cried out in rapture as she drew every scrap of pleasure, of ecstasy, out of her eager pussy. Lastly, she began rubbing her thumb against her clit, moaning long and loud as the simple stroking motion magnified her excitement, sating her sudden, unexpected lust for her own body.

At last, it came: the crashing wave of pure, unbridled rapture that ripped a scream from her throat as she arched her back. Her hand, her thighs, and the bedspread were drenched in the warm, sweet love juices that flowed like honey from her pussy. She fell back onto the bed, panting; suddenly, she felt exhausted, happy, sad, and guilty all at once. Idly, she raised her slick hand before her face to examine it; the smell was overpowering. She spent a moment licking her hand clean, tasting herself. She then sat up, groaning softly, and studied herself in the mirror. She was sweaty, sticky, flushed, and her eyes were slightly glassy.

She'd never seen anything more beautiful in her life than the girl in the mirror.

*I guess...I really am in love with my own body,* she thought. She gave her reflection an embarrassed, coy smile, and waved sheepishly. "Hello there, sexy," she said. She giggled at her own silliness, then pushed herself to her feet and headed for the bathroom.