Hearts, Hooves, and Balloons

Hearts, Hooves, and Balloons

By Strawberry Jelly

Chapter 6 - Flutter

Oh, uhm... Hi.

I don't know why I said that, but I just felt it was probably needed.  My name is Fluttershy and I'm the caretaker of the animals that find their way around Ponyville.  I don't know why I'm introducing myself either, but it just feels... right.  I don't know, have you ever felt like somepony is just watching you and wanting to talk?

Anyway, my days are calm when I'm not helping my friends save Equestria, usually only consisting of feeding, cleaning, and grooming my many animal friends and ocasionally spending time with the girls.  It wasn't too long ago that I hadn't had any of those pony friends that I love so much now.  Friends that truly see me for more than just my shyness; my silly phobias.

Today was different though; I felt amazing and the warm sun kept a smile on my face.  I was almost to the point of singing with how perfect this day was.  Almost.  I don't really like to sing in front of other ponies, except maybe my friends on occasions.

I trotted with an unusual bounce in my step with my white-framed glasses and forest green hat that Rarity loathed so much.  She insisted that it was so 'last season' and that I should update my wardrobe, but I really didn't care.  They made me feel genuinely pretty and that's something I absolutely needed today because today was something special.

Why, you ask?  Because today was going to be the day that I finally admitted to her how I felt.  It took Rarity and Applejack months to actually convince me, but after all of this time, I was finally brave enough.  The only thing I could ask myself is if she loved me back...  Or what if it's worse?!  What if she thought I was some kind of freak?  What if-

I took a deep breath to ground myself as best I could.  Pinkie would never just abandon me for having feelings for her and Rarity took exceptionally long to pound that fact into my head. I have nothing to worry about.  Nothing to worry about.

“Right, nothing to worry about,”  I repeated out loud this time as I watched the bakery appear in front of me.  “Never mind, I'll come back when it's warmer!”

I spun around to see Angel Bunny looking up at me with that disapproving look and a harsh thumping of his foot.  “But-”

He shook his head and pushed on my front leg to turn me back around.  I gave him a pitiful whimper, only to be returned with another angry glare from him.  “You're right, I have to do this...”

With a sigh, I turned and walked into Sugarcube Corner, having a knot swell up in my throat.  That's when it hit me though; Pinkie was terrible at reading emotions or even understanding them.  Did she even have the ability to fall in love the same way other ponies do?  I approached the counter with a smile, being greeted with one in turn from Mr. Cake.

“Why, hello there Fluttershy, what can I do for 'ya today?”  He said in his usual outgoing tone that I was so jealous of.  I wish I could be as talkative and social as the cakes sometimes.  That's just another thing I loved about Pinkie though; the fact that she was so talkative and never worried about what other ponies thought.

“Oh... Uhm... Hi, is Pinkie in?”  I replied with a shy smile.

“Actually, I don't think she came home last night.  She left to give the weather team their usual desserts and also said something about delivering her last Hearts and Hooves Day gift to Twilight.  I'd check there; poor filly probably got snowed in.”  He shrugged and smiled, “Speaking of which, if you're heading that way, can you tell Twilight that her cake should be finished at noon.”

I nodded, “I'll tell her, thank you.”

With that, I left the bakery with a sense of emptiness.  I wasn't expecting something so simple to become complicated like that.  Pinkie had given me my Hearts and Hooves gift already, but I wanted to make her something special.  It's just a shame that I didn't finish it until the day after.  Oh well, I'm sure she'll like it even if Twilight's there to see...  No matter how embarrassing it is.

I'm sure she'll feel the same way about me, though.

I hope.

Rarity, Applejack, and Angel Bunny say so... but...

I shook my head, “No, it'll work out...”

~~~

I opened my eyes to the warm Equestrian sun, but feeling a contrast cold seep through the window by the bedside.  Luckily though, I had the warmest of warm bed warmers holding me in her hooves though.  I gave Twilight an ever-so-tender kiss on her chest, feeling my own heart beat a little faster already.  She was looking down at me with two half-lidded eyes that only made me cuddle closer to her.

“'Morning,”  She murmured drowsily and ran a gentle hoof down the back of my neck, “I had sweet dreams about you last night...”

“Good morning,” I gave her a warm smile in return, “I had sweet dreams about candy!”

Oh right, I probably should've said something all loving and stuff...

She didn't seem to mind though, as I was greeted with a tender nuzzle against the tip of my muzzle.  I'm so glad that I had sneaked into her room last night to cuddle her; that spare bed was so cold on its own, even with Rocky.  He probably didn't mind me leaving though; the guy sleeps like stone.

I felt a warmth suddenly spread through my mouth as Twilight's horn glowed a faint purple, replacing that awkward morning taste with a fresh minty feeling.  “Sorry, Pinkie, we both had some pretty bad morning breath...”

I giggled, “Are you kidding?!  That's so much faster than brushing!”

“Well, it doesn't clean your teeth as good, so we'll still have to brush later,”  She smiled and gave me another soft nuzzle, which I returned affectionately this time.  “... But it's enough to let me do this...”

“Do wha-”  I felt her lips pressed warmly against mine.  Early morning kisses were even better than the kisses we had last night!  Eagerly, my own mouth pressed against hers, deepening the kiss for a good minute before she finally broke off.

“Wow...  Are y-you sure that it was just about candy?”  She giggled a little and wrapped her hooves around my withers.

“And cupcakes!”  I grinned and pulled myself up closer to her, only to have her evade my affection and place a tender kiss on my neck instead.  “A-And I think you might've had a different kind of dream.”

I felt her nod against my neck, which I couldn't resist leaning into her muzzle.  Her breath tickled, so I had to stifle a little giggle from her; an attempt that failed miserably the moment she bombarded me with tiny kisses that left an ever-so-light tingling feeling behind.

“You know, I always thought it was only in books that ponies actually did this with one another when they first woke up,”  Twilight murmured before doing something that I hadn't expected...

… She bit me.  Not like an angry or painful bite, but a bite that was gentle and warm.  A bite that caught the side of my neck, only sending an electrical shock down my back that felt better than that candy binge I went on for Nightmare Night.  “Ah...”

“Hm?  So the book was right when it told me that ponies enjoy that?”  She asked softly against my neck, to which I nodded with a breathy voice accompanying it.

“B-Better than ice cream.  Wait!  What if we get ice cream with this?!  What if-  Ah!”

I squeaked again from the second tender bite that she let loose on my neck, causing my front legs that had been supporting me to collapse under the wave of pleasure.  What had gotten into her so suddenly?  I thought she didn't want to do anything like... this... but-

“You taste like icing,”  She murmured with that tone and with that singsong voice.  That voice that just makes me want to melt like ice cream on the sun.  “I just want to stay like this forever...”

She suddenly rolled us over so she could stand over top of me, “Or like this.”

“Oof!  What kind of icing?”  I grinned excitedly, wrapping my forelegs around her neck.

“Hm...  That really yummy pink icing, you know...  The kind that you had on my birthday cake last year,”  Twilight kissed me again, but more furiously this time; albeit still clumsy, but it was a kiss that I loved no less.

As with all good things though, her kiss eventually ended, giving me time to speak, “Ooh, I remember that!  I made it from- Ah – whipped cream an-and-”

My voice caught in my throat with her thousand kisses showering all over my chest.

~~~

Pinkie really did taste sweet, even though she bathed last night and shouldn't have anything in her fur.  Maybe it's just another one of those things about Pinkie that you shouldn't really question.  Celestia knows that I'm not complaining about my marefriend's mysteriously delicious flavor, it's just something I need to take note of and figure out later.

My legs shifted uneasily underneath me as that itch started to become unbearable.  I didn't know why I had those dreams the night before, but I needed to fix it.  I needed to have something to stop that itch.  I needed Pinkie to help me.  I needed to go farther.

My lips pressed firmly against her tummy, making sure to take special care that they were gentle, affectionate, and most importantly... teasing.  At least, as teasing as I can be; just like my books had explained.  Her moans gave me all of the encouragement I needed though, and she was doing plenty of that.

Books never lie to me, do they?  They helped me out during the Running of the Leaves and they're most certainly helping me with this alien concept.  I'll admit that I was rushing it a little, just as Pinkie had done the night before, but it's hard to think clearly with that unbearable itch.

“Twilight, what are-”  She was cut off by another unrestrained whimper in pleasure.  My tongue lightly flicked again against the nubs resting on her tummy.

'Nipples are sensitive to the touch and invoke a rather wild response in Pinkamena,' I'm not ashamed to admit that even something so passionate intrigues my scientific mind.  I wanted to take notes, not only for future encounters, but even to compare to how my own body reacts.  Last night was far too hazy and uncontrolled of an experiment to derive anything from; so now that I'm taking dominance, I can tease, squeeze, and test until my heart's content...

Which was being overshadowed by a combination of that unbearable heat escaping from between my own legs, and a sweet, tantalizing scent that came from Pinkie.  Seriously, I know she's a baker and eats enough candy to kill any normal pony three times over, but how does that amount of sugar transfer into her very being?!  Her scents, her tastes, and even her voice seems to embody this phenomenon.

“I-I love you...”  My thought process was broken by those three words, letting my eyes move up to meet those two deep blue orbs of her own, taking my breath away the moment I met her gaze.  She looked... confused as to why I was staring so long at her tummy.  Oh divines, I was really thinking of my marefriend as a science experiment!  A jolt of guilt surged through my heart, almost making me want to stop right then and there.

“I love you too, Pinkie,”  I mumbled, pressing my muzzle against her soft, pink tummy.  My eyes didn't break her gaze for a moment as I lightly kissed the candy flavored fur that she wore quite wonderfully.  It's true though; with all of my heart, I cared about the mare in front of me.  Now, most ponies would probably see us as rushing in head over heels, but that's just it...

Pinkie is one of my best friends.  I've known her for years, and although it may have been a different kind of love, the kind I have now is no less real.  I had her now; her soft fur, her vanilla scent, her sugary taste, her loving gaze, and most importantly, her friendship.  Our relationship wasn't going to change drastically because we're a couple.  She'll still be Pinkie and I'll still be-

“Ah!”  What was I thinking about?  My mind shut off the moment I felt her hoof slowly graze across my horn.  Was it always that sensitive?!  It's hard to explain the pleasure behind it, but it's like an electrical shock that's made of pleasure instead of pain...  If that makes sense.  I can't-

Her hoof slowly circled the base, ruffling my mane lightly in the process.  I felt like I could completely melt at the tip of her hoof from the sharp contrast of pleasure and relaxation.  Was this what the book referred to as a 'hot spot'?!  Nothing I read mentioned that it was this amazing!

“I really do...”  I reiterated my affection with a slow, passionate kiss against her belly that was followed by a barrage of lighter pecks that left her fur a little wet with saliva and having her skin no doubt tingle.

My nostrils were met with another scent this time though; one that was a bit more musky than I was used to, but still had that impossible overtone of cotton candy and cake icing that I had come to associate with the pink mare before me.  Her surprisingly gentle touch slowly traced across the length of my horn, once again forcing a breathy moan to escape me.

“T-Twilight, I-I can feel your breath against...”  She trailed off, wearing unusually red cheeks that I could even see through her pink fur.  Oh Celestia, what do I do now that it's in front of me?!

My eyes trailed down to see the source of that burning warmth that I felt against my muzzle, taking in another breath of that strangely pleasant scent.  That's when it hit me;  I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.  I hadn't gotten that far in the book!  I'm not good at just winging things; especially not something so important!

“Pinkie... I-I'm nervous,”  I admitted it.

Oh divines, I admitted it and she was going to get upset and her hair would flatten again and-

“I-I am too,”  She replied, but made sure that her hoof didn't stop slowly circling my horn, “But...  I'm not at the same time, because it's you.  Does that make sense?  I think it does, but Mr. Cake says I always say things that- Ah!”

I let out a purposefully hot breath this time to keep her from going off on a tangent.  It seemed to work though, because she was looking down at me with half-lidded eyes and a coy smile that made the world just blur and disappear around me.  The only thing that mattered was me and the beautiful mare in front of me.

I swallowed nervously, but leaned my head forward to make my first contact with Pinkie; my lips being met with the softest skin I've ever felt, being secondly noted just how wet it had gotten just from my teasing.  I had done this to Pinkie.  I was actually capable of making her feel this good that she... 'Oh my...'

My cheeks heated up at that thought.  Pinkie was actually enjoying what I was doing.  The books I read were definitely paying off already!

“That does feel better when you do it!”  She cheered to some theory she had being proven.  I could sympathize with that;  I felt pretty excited when any of my theories were proven r-

I was doing it again.  'No, Twilight.  Focus on the task at hand.'

My tongue slowly poked out from my lips, hesitantly tasting the soft flesh that had already made their mark by soaking my lips from only a few light kisses.  The taste was a lot like the scent though; it was strong, but not overwhelming, and had overtones of cotton candy and cake icing in the mix.

My mind raced as I eagerly rolled my tongue over her, causing her body to actually start to writhe and wriggle to the point that I had to clamp my forelegs over her hind in order to keep her from bucking her hips.  I knew she was ticklish, but this was getting ridiculous with how sensitive her body was though!

Wait; the books I was reading always had the two talking to each other in 'dirty ways' and complimenting one another on lewd things.

“Pinkie, you are so wet and slippery.”

… Well, I tried.

“... What?”  She blinked. Having me stop to say something out of the blue like that was a pretty bad idea apparently.

“I...  Never mind,”  My cheeks felt like they were about to ignite.  I should've realized just how awkward and robotic that was going to sound.  So I made a mental note to save the dirty talking practice for later.  Wanting to put that mistake behind me, I eagerly returned my tongue to her marehood with a slow, passionate taste that eagerly turned into a soft kiss that caused her look of confusion to return to one of pure bliss.

“Twilight!”  Pinkie squealed and squirmed as I hesitantly pushed the tip of my tongue into her warmth, feeling it tighten around me.  An act that her legs tried to mimic as they attempted to free themselves from the bindings my forelegs had given them.  Her hooves both clamped down onto my horn and uneasily caressed it.  She was showing a surprising amount of self control in trying to pleasure me; which come to think of it, how did she know that my horn would be so sensitive?

I let out a breathy moan against her body, causing several shudders and a building warmth against my lips.  Was she getting close to finishing already?  I mean, I didn't exactly last that long the night before either, but I had expected Pinkie to have an unending amount of stamina.  But she-

“Mmmph!”  My eyes widened as my mouth was flooded with juices that I could only describe as overwhelming.   Not the taste, but the sheer amount that escaped her; the taste was still that of the various sweets that I had connected to my marefriend.

“Woah...”  She mumbled and looked down at me with a rather comedic expression on her face; one that reminded me of the time she tasted the rainbows in Cloudsdale. She proclaimed excitedly,  “My mind went kaboom!”

Her sense of fatigue seemingly faded from her as she brought her hoof to my cheek, caressing it with a tender touch.  I found my own eyes closing as I leaned into her, feeling a strange sense of joy mixed with the burning uneasiness of wanting my own release.  I looked up at her with eyes that showed my own desire as best I could, “Was it that good?”

Pinkie nodded and brought me closer to her, which was a weak attempt, but one that I obliged and was rewarded with a warm, wet kiss.  A kiss that only was given for a moment before I felt my entire body collapse as every ounce of my energy was pulled from the warmth that had enveloped the tip of my horn.  My eyes fluttered open at the overwhelming pleasure that was assaulting my entire body, only to see Pinkie taking the tip of my horn into her mouth.

'What are you doing?'  I tried to ask, but realized just how weak my body had become from her amorous act.  Physically I couldn't bring myself to control my muscles through the pleasure that dominated me more than chains ever could.  Why in Equestria was a unicorn's horn so sensitive?!  I needed to look that up, because I didn't recall it ever doing something like this whenever somepony touched it in the past.

In fact, it was actually a little scary that I couldn't even move a muscle apart from an occasional twitch or uneasy moan.  I couldn't even stop my eyes from rolling back the moment her tongue started to caress it; the worst part though, was that I felt so close to finishing, but no matter how much pleasure shot through my body, it wouldn't end.  A knock at the door saved me from Pinkie's onslaught, which was both to my thanks and utter disappointment, because that burning was completely unbearable now.

“Y-Yes?”  I called breathily, having my body still be uncontrollably weak to where I couldn't actually stand up and answer.

“I'd suggest finishing up what you're doing and coming downstairs, there's a mare named Fluttershy wanting to see Pinkamena,”  I heard mom call from the other side; her choice of words however, was enough to make my cheeks heat up yet again.  Were we being that loud?  I really, really hoped that she didn't hear anything, and I especially hoped that dad hadn't either.

I looked up at Pinkie and gently nuzzled her chest, “W-We should clean up and go downstairs...”

She frowned back at me, but wrapped her hooves around my neck, “But, but, but...  I was having fun!”

“We can continue later,”  I giggled a little, craving that release like Pinkie craves sarsaparilla. “But... Uhm... Can you carry me?”

I extended my hooves for her to pick me up, still having my hind legs feel completely numb from only moments ago.