The Mane Six Get their Fix

Fluttershy needed to pee. Badly.

It had been a long day of constant work to exhaust herself, and she now realized that maybe she shouldn't have drank so much water to cool down. Then again, it had been so refreshing. She was done her work now, her goal of staying busied long enough to keep her from visiting Ponyville today, had been met. She did not have to go anywhere today, and she could do what she wanted with her evening.

Oh, but she had to go now; just not to Ponyville. She could feel the tension in her nearly full bladder, the new tingling sensation noticeably different from the one created by her hormones.

The cool, relaxing breeze she felt upon leaving the tree cover had done a little too much to relax her body, and while it had been a blessing for her tired muscles, a different kind of ache was growing in her loins now. She wasn't sure how much longer she had, but it would have to be long enough.

She was not a scared little filly anymore, she had blossomed into a beautiful, full grown mare. Big mares did not wet themselves, she assured herself. Long gone were the days where she would wet herself out of fear, or from her crippling social anxiety. She was an Element of Harmony now, and her new friends had helped her with her courage, and she was tougher for her adventures, as scary as they might be.

Her new adventures had also helped her to learn to contain her pee. Emboldened, she certainly was, but she could never ever pee in front of another pony. It was unthinkable for the shy mare to let anypony see her do her business. She would always hold it longer when her friends had to go; girls often went together, and the Elements were mostly not an exception. Such things were bound to come up while travelling, and just like how they didn't normally wear clothes, ponies rarely cared about being seen doing their business. Fluttershy and Rarity, however, never did: Fluttershy because of her crippling shyness, and Rarity because it was far too uncouth to urinate onto the ground-- it was unbecoming of a lady, she always said. Fluttershy would always wait until nightfall, sometimes only peeing once a day, and she suspected Rarity did the same.

Fluttershy took a deep breath as she calmed herself, and gently, but snugly, pressed a hoof into her marehood. The pressing urge passed, as it often did. However, her hoof, now buried into her crotch, was renewing a familiar feeling in her loins.

The distressed mare now had to take her mind off of a completely different need than her heat, and she knew exactly how she was going to do it. Fluttershy wasn't one for boldness, she never would be, such was the realm of Rainbow and Applejack, but a mare has to do what she can with the situation she is in.

Fluttershy was near one of her favorite spots in the forest, right close to her cottage. She wasn't going to her cottage, that wouldn't be necessary for what she had planned. She stretched her dainty yellow wings, taking in the cool air one last time, as she trotted back into the trees, sighing contentedly as a serene smile crept across her muzzle.

Several trees back into the forest, was a large old oak, now brilliant in its springtime glory, this was her favorite tree. At the base of it, was a series of large roots wrapping around each other, snaking across the top of the soil, covering the ground so that the great old tree would have a sturdy foundation. Where two of these roots crossed, was a spot where the bark was smooth, and had a soft layer of moss growing over it. It was this spot, tailor-made just for one lithe, young, nature-loving pegasus, that was where she was going, and had been to countless times before.

Her favorite tree, her favorite spot. Quiet and personal, surrounded by trees, at one with nature. This was all she could ask for, she thought as she sat down, resting her haunches against the moss-softened roots, relaxing her wings as she laid her back against the weathered old trunk. No pony could see her here, surrounded by foliage, it was the one place the shy pegasus mare could really be one with herself. It was difficult to take care of her needs in her cottage, surrounded by animals. She could certainly never evade the gaze of Angel, even in her own room. No, this was her place.

Finally! She was here. She needed this, more than anything; even more than her strong urge to pee. She would take care of her needs on her terms, one after the other. The thought alone amplified the tingling in her nethers.

Fluttershy needed to masturbate. Now.

And she would do it here, outside, where she loved to be.

Once she had settled in and gotten comfortable, Fluttershy listened closely for anypony nearby. A moment passed by, and she heard nothing but wind. Even though she had done this before, she always experienced a rush at clopping outside. It just felt so... Naughty.

She giggled quietly. If only her friends knew the pervert she really was. She would die, of course, but they would never expect it.

Already in position, Fluttershy reached down with her hoof and began the trace circles around her labia. Gentle shivers crept up her back, and down her thighs, as she let out a feminine gasp of pleasure. She looked down at her marehood, getting the first look at it in nearly all day. It was no wonder she was so riled up.

Her supple folds, were normally hidden behind a patch of slightly coarser yellow fur, but right now, Fluttershy's labia were already parted to their maximum, slowly winking for all to see. They were glowing a bright pink to match her hair, and she could feel their warmth through her soft fetlocks, a warmth to match the fire raging within. Her engorged clit was already standing out, signalling her readiness, it was certain no foreplay would be necessary today, she thought as she closed her eyes, entering her own private world.

She began to speed up, widening the circles she traced across herself. She was already very wet, the glistening reflecting the late day sun as it cut through the spring leaves. Fluttershy's gentle moans became audible as her breathing became shallower and quicker. Her pleasure built up quickly now, as her stress was peeling away one layer at a time.

Mmmm, this was it; she needed this. This was the release she wanted all day and couldn't let herself have. Good things come to those who wait patiently; this would be a good one, she could already tell.

Her hooves were far too rough for what came next, it was a shame she only had herself to rely on, as everypony was familiar with the limitations of hard hooves on soft mare bits. As she came full circle around her labia, she had nowhere further to go, and finally, she brushed the soft fetlock fur above her hooves against her clit. She gasped loudly, the familiar feeling of electric fire engulfed her marehood. Her wetness was now slowly running down her fur, and onto the roots she sat upon.

Along with this jolt, her bladder reminded her it was there, the lake within her not willing to be forgotten a midst her haze of pleasure. Pleasure and pain mixed together, each one amplifying the other. This was something she never thought would feel so good, she was clopping with a full bladder; and she was loving every second of it!

Her rubbing grew more vigorous, she was grinding into her clit now with her fetlock roughly and harshly. She bit into her lip, tasting blood. Her heart rate was racing, and now she was practically panting. She wasn't in control anymore. She was just an animal now, being mated in the woods; there was nothing more natural. Nothing more primal. Her entire being was now devoted to releasing the fire within.

Cooing and moaning to herself, Fluttershy bucked wildly into the air, her wetness was spread up to her forelegs, across her thighs, and was dripping off of her haunches, pooling beneath her. The smell of mare in heat was thick as fog in the air. It was never like this before! She was someplace else now, lost in the pleasure and pain. Her entire body burned now, burned with effort, burned with passion, and burned with the fire as her hormones finally began to peak. Her mind went blank.

"OOOOOHHHH! AHHH! AH... AH... ahhhhhh.", Fluttershy came as hard as she had ever done before, her marecum shooting in a thick stream into the soft peat beneath her, arcing an impressive distance.

She dropped to the ground, her body shuddering and shaking, her marehood quivering. She went numb, her mind finally succumbing to the pleasure she sought out all day. With a finality, she uttered a quiet "Yay." as her orgasm finally petered out, and allowed her to catch her breath.

It was too much for the shy mare's tired bladder, and the overstressed dam finally broke.

She was wetting herself, totally out of her control, and instead of crying, she didn't care. It just felt so good to finally let everything out. She was only a pony, after all; her body had limits. She was finally allowing herself to totally relax. Fluttershy gasped as the pangs of pain from before were replaced with the pleasure of release.

She felt the warmth in her loins spread as her urine ran out of her in forceful rivulets, mixing generously with her marecum and pooling across her soft yellow fur, warming her underside. Her pee dripped down the roots, and soaked into the ground, the musky scent of her urine was strong now, mixing with the smell of her sex; it wasn't disagreeable, she thought. It just smelled... natural.

Her urine trickled down her legs, and splashed against her soaked fetlocks, the warm wetness now everywhere, or so it felt. She was peeing all over herself, and didn't care. She was too tired. Everything felt good right now, the warmth spreading across her underside. Her loud gasps finally ceased, but her stream kept up. She really needed a pee, and her volume was surprising even herself!

"FLUTTERSHY!", a loud familiar voice echoed through the trees, punctuated by the sound of birds rusting through the trees as they made good their escape from a purple unicorn passing through the bushes.

Fluttershy's stream stopped immediately. As did her breathing, her heart, and her consciousness. It all came crashing down, with the bluntness of a clumsy unicorn. Her body locked up, and her brain froze over in the denial of being caught by her friend while peeing herself after clopping furiously. This couldn't be happening, and she was sure we would wake up and none of it ever happened!

"Fluttershy! There you are, I wasn't sure where you had gone-- OMIGOSH!", Twilight Sparkle said as she walked in on her passed out, shy friend after she was obviously masturbating against a tree.

Was that... the smell of pee?