The Canterlot Tails

You show the old door sentry your driver’s liscense. You hate and love how you look nearly eight years younger than you really are. You rub your freshly shaved face and stroll into the crowded Smoking Salmon to meet a friend and watch a hyped local singer. This lady is said to be pretty amazing, and her performances are rare.

The crowded dance club is one of your favorite spots in Ponyville. The booze is cheap, the jazz old and good, the singers talented and pretty. The entire scene is almost fictional, pulled out of an old movie. The clothes don’t match, but that’s okay. You take a stool at the bar and raise a hand to the bartender.

“What’ll it be, John?” the blond cutie asks you. “Usual?”

You turn away and rest two elbows on the bar behind you. “Yep, bourbon and coke on the rocks.” You cock your head to the side and spit to the bartender. “I’m sober still, so don’t use Old Crow. Crown or Black, I can tell when you mix it with water too!”

“Gawt it mista J,” she replies in a harsh mock-Bostonian accent. You laugh to yourself and watch the band play the last flamboyant chord. They were really hot as you were walking in.

The white-haired conductor showcases his band to the applauding crowd. “Thank you!” his booming yet unaided voice responds to the audience. “We’re the Freeloading Freddies, and we love comin’ here to the Smoking Salmon. You’ve been fantastic as always.” You turn around and grab your drink from Derpy, the bartender you are rather fond of, and tune out whatever this old coot is going on about. You sip your poison and lean on the bar in inward thought.

A shuffling of chairs and music stands on stage catches your attention. The band is leaving for the next performer. Most days there was just one, but weekends they had as many as five singers or bands. You remember back to seeing a fine dame in town playing a nice trombone solo with a-

“And now, it is my pleasure and honor to welcome Ivory Keys on the piano, and the illustrious, the ever divine and sublime talent, the one and only, Fluttershy, singing Ain’t Misbehavin’.”

Bourbon burns your nose when you hear that. You know that name. She’s not the most famous or voluptuous singer in Equestria, but she’s definitely one of the most talented sopranos you’ve ever known. She hardly ever performs. You eagerly turn around to watch the light’s dim. The red curtain on the small stage lifts to reveal a slender silhouette sitting on a stool, holding something in her hand.

The spotlight flicks on, perfectly illuminating the gorgeous woman known as Fluttershy. You feel a lightness in your chest and sit up straight. She is looking to the left, eyes closed. Suddenly, she opens her eyes, revealing her big beautiful blue-green eyes. It’s remarkable how beautiful they look, even from the bar. You take your glass and venture out to a table.

Front and center is a table with only two owners. Their identities surprise you. One is a friend visiting from Canterlot, Jake, with his date. You take the empty chair to his left, noticing her rainbow colored hair. She smiles and gives you a little wave and turns her attention back to the stage. You do so too. The singer before you is mere feet from where you sit. Her grapefruit-pink hair delicately flows around her face, just barely resting on her shoulders. Her snug white dress is stylish and sexy, in a simple and pure way.

The piano starts off with quick, ascending arpeggios, very nice and clean. Ivory keys descends the ivory keys and plays the melody to the familiar song. Fluttershy, wearing her beautiful dress that showcases her wonderful legs and other curves, put one of those shapely legs to the side and places a foot on the stage. She looks into the spot light and begins softly singing into the microphone. “No one to talk with, all by myself. No one to walk with, I’m happy on the shelf. Ain’t misbe-havin’, I’m savin’, my lo-ove, for you.” Her note changes linger in your ear like a whisper from point-blank. Fluttershy stands up with a martini glass in her hand and slowly walks to the piano as she sings. “I know for certain, the one I love. I’m through with flirtin’, it’s just you i’m thinkin’ of, ain’t misbehavin’, I’m savin’, my lo-ove, for you.”

Fluttershy sips her appletini and hops up on the piano. She crosses her ankles and leans back on one hand, the microphone in her other. Exactly where you are sitting, you get just the quickest glimpse up her dress and between her legs. The delicate v-shape of her underwear will be in the banks of your memory forever.

“Like Jackie Horner, in the corner, don’t go nowhere, what do I caare? Your kisses are worth waitin’ for. Beeelieve me.” Fluttershy’s big beautiful eyes open once more looking down. She moves her left foot with the melody and looks down at her glass. She swirls her drink and finishes the last drops during the interlude. She looks down at the front of the stage. She spies the rainbow chick across the table from you. She smiles wide, her eyes drift around the table and quickly lock with yours. Her gorgeous blue-green eyes captivate you, and she looks just as spellbound. She gets off of the piano and walks toward center stage, twirling her dress. She misses her entrance by half a beat, blemishing her perfect performance to look at you for an extra split second.

“I don’t stay out late, don’t care to go, I’m home about eight, just me and my radio. Ain’t misbehaivin’, I’m savin’ my lo-oove, for yoouu.” Her miraculous eyes twinkle in the spotlight, making her look something angelic. The piano ended on a sadly sweet note nearly as beautiful as Fluttershy’s. You feel closer than the five feet of stuffy air that separates you.

A foreign hand closes your slack jaw, Jake gives you a funny look. The cute rainbow-haired chick holds back a chuckle. The tempo picks up, and Fluttershy begins to dance, swaying her hips and letting her thin gown flow.

“No one to walk with, all by myself! No one to talk with, but I’m happy on the shelf. Ain’t misbehavin’, I’m saavin’ my love for you.” Her simple, light dress flows and flies with her hips, showing off plenty of her pretty legs. “I know for certain, the one I love, I’m through with flirtin’ because it’s just YOU I’m thinkin’ of. Ain’t misbehavin’, I’m savin’ my love for youuu.” Fluttershy lightly skips to the piano bench and sits on it backwards, moving with the accompanist's movements. “Like Jackie Horner, in the corner, don’t go nowhere, what do I CAAaare, Your kisses are worth waitnin’ for. Believe mee.”

Fluttershy’s delicate feminine frame stands up easily and gracefully. Suddenly, her tone quietens, and her humors turn much more timid. “I don’t stay out late, don’t care to go. I’m home about eight, just me and my radio.” The piano slows to half time and doubles the volume. Fluttershy reveals that it was all just an act and belts out the last line like a fat black lady in a gospel choir, her high soprano pierces and floats above the room.”AIN’T MISBehani’, III’M JUST Savin’ My love,” the piano stops on one leading chord, which resolves on fantastically. “Foooor yooooouuuuuuu...” Fluttershy closes her eyes and lowers the microphone from her mouth. You are the first person in the entire place to erupt with enthusiastic applause, leading the charge of clapping, wolf whistles, whoops and shouts.

The spotlight remains on as Derpy hurriedly rushes a glass of water and another appletini onstage. She stumbles, but doesn’t spill a drop. You watch Fluttershy accept her beverages, you read her full lips as they say thank you. “Thanks so much everyone, this a fantastic audience.” Fluttershy’s singing voice is deceivingly confident. She’s very shy, and addressing even a hot crowd is difficult for her. You can’t imagine if the crowd was displeased, if such a thing was possible. “Now, uh, let’s hear it for Ivory Keys, the amazing man over here playing the piano!” She motions towards him, he turns around in his seat and gives a warm smile with a short bow. He is wearing a modest tux and flashy shades. “And now, ‘A Nightingale Sang in Berkely Square’.”

A much milder applause comes as you watch her turn and grab her stool. She places it center stage, once more just a few feet from you. The piano picks up in a sad, yet happy, hopeful, lovestruck minor key. Fluttershy’s voice is like a quiet, lovely earthquake in your heart. A tap on the shoulder brings you back from a world made of her amazing beauty.

“Another Bourbon and coke, Johnny?” Derpy asks in your ear.

“Y-yeah, put a wiggle in it,” you reply hastily in a hoarse whisper, eager to return your attention to the performance.

“A what?” Derpy asks, a little loudly now.

You turn around and realize she’s already holding the glass. “Uh, nothing. Thanks, take this empty.” You drink the last drops of the old drink and hold the new one in your hand. “Thanks.”

Before you realize, Fluttershy’s on her last, breathtaking note. A quieter applause for a more somber song is once again started by your palms. “Thank you all again, so much. We have only time for one more, but I think you’ll really enjoy it. ‘Fly Me to the Moon’.” Secretly, you’re very sad about not being able to sit and listen and watch and drink for longer. But, she’s going to sing a real classic tune. Maybe she’ll take a slow tempo. You sip your drink and watch her tap the tempo on the piano lid. She steps beside the piano and inhales. “Flyyyy me to the mooon, let mee swing, among the staaars...” You feel an intense longing in your chest, bourbon does little to sooth the burning desire. It’s as if a hot coal is where your heart should be, the drink does little to cool it. Instead, it just flows around magically, drawing off the slightest excess heat.

Jake leans over and talks in your ear. “John, Rainbow knows this girl. We could go backstage, if ya want.”

You turn and look straight at him. “Really?” You gain some composure and act more aloof. “That’d be pretty cool. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah? I see ya droolin’. Bring your bib, binky boy.” Rainbow, as she’s aptly named, leans and whispers in something in Jake’s ear. Whatever it is she said, it makes him react. Jake leans back over and talks again.

“How bout we introduce you two? She’s single, ya know. High standards and shyness, so on and forsooth.”

“No way?” you almost yell. “Yes, do that. When?”

Jake looks quickly back to Rainbow, then to you. “Now?”

“S-sure! Let’s go then.” Fluttershy, mildly inebriated and drunk in song, didn’t even notice the three get up and walk stage left.

Rainbow says something to the usher at the door to the stage, shows him a laminated bit of paper and before you know it, you’re watching Fluttershy as she lays her head down on the piano lid. She’s following her own time and volume as she lays on her back, but her pitch is vibrantly perfect. “In other words, in other wooords, pleease beeeeee truuuuueeeeeee.” With her final note, she sighs and lays her hands over her chest. You can just see her knees and the surprisingly large pair in her dress. Applause explodes again, prompting for Fluttershy to sit up and fix her hair. Her grace, her sublime and divine beauty, her cute way of fixing her appearance is the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed in your twenty-six years.

She stands and bows, displaying the curves of her beautifully curved posterior slightly.

You shake your head and gather your thoughts, you can’t let her slip away. She’s too gorgeous. “Hey, w-what kind of things does she like? What should I say? Wha-”

You turn back to the stage and watch Fluttershy address the wild crowd. “Thank you all so much! This has been a fabulous evening with a fabulous audience. Grab a bite or grab a drink at the bar and come back to the Salmon soon! Goodnight!” Fluttershy sets the microphone in a stand to the side of the stage and skips to toward where you are standing in the dark.

“She loves animals and nature, you’ll do fine, John,” Rainbow says to you with a strong clasp on the shoulder. “Besides, you’re tall dark and handsome. You’re as good as in.”

“T-thanks?”

“Fluttershy!” Rainbow lets go of your shoulder and flies forward to catch Fluttershy in her arms. They spin around once and hold hands. “That was so awesome! I lost it at the end of Nightingale, that was beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks, Dash.” The sound of her natural voice is so mild, so gentle and pleasant you can hardly hold in amazed laughter. She’s so pretty in the dark backstage, too. Escpecialy when she’s so close, just one step away. “I noticed you three were gone, and I was a little worried that, uh, maybe you left.” She quickly looks at you and says very quietly to Rainbow, “Who is he?”

“Sorry, I have no manners. Fluttershy, this is John, he knows Jake from college. I know, I know. He’s really sweet, though. He never got in trouble like Jake. John, this is Fluttershy, if you didn’t know. She’s really sweet.”

“Hi, Fluttershy,” you manage to say in a rather suave tone. “I loved your performance, and when I found out I could come back here to meet you, well, I couldn't let that opportunity go, now could I? Before I know it, you’ll be in the biggest concert halls across the world.”

Fluttershy smiles sheepishly and looks right at you in the dark. “Thanks, I’m glad you, uh, really liked me that much.”

You laugh lightly and put your thumbs in your belt loops. “Oh, believe me, that was amazing. Hey, I imagine a star like you has things to do. If you want though, would you want to, maybe, grab a drink?”

Fluttershy perks up, blushing slightly. “Oh, um, I’d,” she twirls her hair with one long finger and looks into your eyes. “I’d love to. Where would you like to go, John?”

Hearing her say your name, it’s amazing. You feel light-headed for a moment. “Wha-what do you think about the bar here? We, we could go anywhere in town.”

Fluttershy’s eyes go wide, wider than before and stare past you. “What? What’s wrong?” You turn and see Jake and Dash, Rainbow Dash?, exit through a back door. “Hey, YOU DROVE ME HERE! Dammit. So, uh, Fluttershy. About that drink, what’s your poison?”

“Oh, um, I like, well, appletinis, tequila, margaritas, long islands, sex on the beach, stuff like that. How about you?”

“Bourbon and coke, usually. I like vodka and voltage alright, though. Come on, I’ll buy tonight.”

Fluttershy stands at your side. Her pink hair is fragrant and looks really soft. You have trouble keeping dirty thoughts at bay. “John?” Fluttershy asks you softly. “Can we go to a different place? I don’t like some of the men around here. Too, too grabby. You seem really nice, though.”

“Sure, I understand. The Carlin is just two blocks from here. Or my appartment is just another two blocks past that, I have tequila and margarita mix there.”

Fluttershy grabs your arm suddenly. She may be a little tipsy already. “What’s your place like? I mean, if you’d want to drink from your own cabinet.”

You hold her hand on your bicep. “I love to sing, but...” She trails off, resting her tired head on your shoulder. “But sometimes mean and drunk guys really get to me. You’re nice though, I can tell.”

“Yeah? I guess there are plenty of jerks out there.” You pause and inhale her intoxicating essence discretely.

“How about we just head to my place for a quiet night alone. What do you say? You, the best performer I’ve ever seen, and me, some lowly actor fresh out of college. We ought to make a sitcom.”

Fluttershy laughs and looks up at you with those soft-boiled eyes. “Uh, sure. You’re an actor then?”

“I’ll tell you all about it on the way,” you begin to walk towards the rear door. “So, you been in Ponyville long?”

* * *

“I love the classics,” Fluttershy says as she’s sitting on your couch with a glass of tequila and limeade. “I really do, but I sing and memorize them everyday. This stuff, on the other hand, this is nice. It’s soothing,” she looks at her drink, then into your eyes again. “Just like you, your eyes. They, when I look at you I see so much, emotion, safety. Oh, I’m sorry, I’m going on and on. I’m such a chatterbox.” She stares into her drink and pouts, her bottom lip makes her all the cuter.

“Aw, not like I mind being flattered or anything,” you assure her from the other side of the couch. You sip the last of your soda and vodka, it was a vile concoction. You feel pretty drunk as you set your empty cup down, unfortunately. Fluttershy’s beauty is rather sober. It’s delicate and ideal, you define her figure as the embodiment of perfect beauty. Fluttershy’s is a talented and quick mind. She also has a kind and gentle demeanor, soft, wide curves and beauteous eyes. You just sit and watch Fluttershy watch her glass, letting the music play around you for a song.

At last, you say “Fluttershy?”

“Yes, John?” she replies, her curious face and steal your heart all over again.

“How do you feel right now?” You lean back and rest your head on the back of the sofa.

“I,” she hesitates, blushing a deep rosy pink. “I’m tired of going to bed alone! There, I said it.” You sit up a little and look to Fluttershy. “And you’re fantastic and smart and interesting and tall and handsome, I, I,”

“I was just curious as to if you wanted another drink.” You sit up, losing a bit of balance but holding on. You scoot close to Fluttershy and take her hand. You sway just a bit when you sit up. “I understand, Fluttershy. I’ve officially moved in here as of a week ago, I’ll be here for you.” You damn your alcoholic drinks, slurring your speech in the slightest. “Either that or at the Smoking Salmon to watch you.” You shift in your seat and take her other hand. “I, the moment I met your eyes tonight, I knew you were special, and I hoped you saw something in me. Oh, Fluttershy you have no idea how happy you’ve made me tonight.”

“John, I...” She trails off, sipping and setting down her drink. Panic and fear runs up your neck. “I, I can’t tell you how amazing you are.” Fluttershy flings her arms around your shoulders and knocks you on your back. You lay looking up into her pretty, fragrant pink hair. You hold her petite frame close, drinking in her large chest through three layers of fabric. She just holds her face to your shirt for a moment, then moves to lay her head on your shoulder. You rub her back and arms with strong hands. Her bare shoulders are very warm and soft. You want nothing more than to sit her up and kiss her lips.

Fluttershy turns her head and whispers in your ear. “John, I hate this dumb fabric.” She pauses and breathes deeply, you can feel her torso rise and fall on top of you with her hot breathing. “I don’t want to move too fast, but I really want,” she pauses, you can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. “I want to have your bare chest touching mine. Can I take it off? I mean, if you want me to.”

“Yes, Fluttershy.” You hold her head in one hand rub your cheek against hers. “I’m ready for anything you want.”

Fluttershy moves to your face and presses her lips to yours, briefly but hard. You break to meet her eyes again, those fantastic, bottomless eyes. Her timid face hovers for a second, then she moves in for a longer, gentler kiss. You hold her waist and face in either hand, kissing her back with passion.

Fluttershy moans softly and breaks the kiss, breathing deeply. She looks at you, smiling, and turns to unbutton your shirt. She gets through them quickly and exposes your chest. Fluttershy sits up and rests her hands just above your belt, lightly running her slender finger up and down your skin. “J-john, I’m no girl. I, I want to feel good tonight. How about you?”

A tightness develops in your black slacks as her weight presses into your legs. ”I’m a man, Fluttershy. I got urges to satisfy, and I got urges to satisfy your urges, too.” You unconsciously press up with your legs a bit, massaging your hardening length a little.

Fluttershy blushes crimson red and stands up on the carpet. “Just, be gentle, okay?” Fluttershy asks.

“Nice and slow, I promise.” You turn and take your shirt all the way off, watching as Fluttershy lifts her dress over her head. You stand quickly and catch it out of her hands just before she throws it aside. You put a free hand on Fluttershy’s slender, curvy waist and drop her dress. Your vision fades around the edges, you feel blood finally return to your head.

“Oh, John. Take me, take me anywhere tonight.” Fluttershy grabs your waist and pulls herself close, her round breasts press into your chest. She buries her face between your mandible and shoulder, kissing and nibbling at your neck. You look down and inhale the sweet scent of her fine hair. Your hands move in opposite directions on her back. One goes toward her shoulder, the other to her round plot. You feel Fluttershy’s hot breathing flutter for a moment as you gently grab her soft rump.

Fluttershy pushes softly on your chest with both hands and looks into your face. “John, you’re,” she trails off, smiling and sighing with love or some other exasperated emotion. “You’re magical. Touch me, everywhere.”

You let Fluttershy sink into your chest again as you caress her back, working down to her soft pink striped panties. Your fingers dive underneath easily, allowing you to feel her soft skin of her fantastic ass. You grip it firmly and pull her up and towards the couch with you. As you sit down, you slowly slide the underwear off. Fluttershy giggles and helps you. She doesn’t join you on the couch, however.

Instead, she saunters to the stereo system and bends way over, swaying her delicious hips as she turns the volume up only two notches. You watch from behind and take off your belt. Fluttershy stands up straight and expertly opens the clasp of her bra. She turns around, holding her brassiere to her chest. Her dainty hands seem like they can barely hold up her amazing rack.

Fluttershy laughs and lets her bra fall down, off her arms. She stands before you nude, a private display more beautiful than a roman statue. Fluttershy puts one foot in front of the other, making her the short way over to you. She kneels down and spreads your knees with her hands, staring at the bump in your pants.

“Does, does it hurt to have it trapped like that?” Fluttershy asks. “Poor thing, I bet he just wants to come out and play.” Fluttershy looks up at you with a shy, lustful grin, taking the button of your pants in her fingers. You simply smile back while your heart beats a thousand times per minute.

Fluttershy slowly unbuttons and unzips your pants, then you help her remove them. Your erection indignantly bulges your boxers. Fluttershy’s eyes grow wide as she gazes down at your penis.

“That feels so much better, Fluttershy. Can I call you Shy?” You sit up a little and watch Fluttershy as she prepares.

“Mm hmm!” Fluttershy eagerly replies. Fluttershy remains silent and gently touches your shaft through your underwear. She admires it silently, taking it out through the slit of your boxers. She squeaks when the full length emerges, rigid and proud. “Oh my...” Fluttershy stands and moves to straddle you on the couch, rather awkwardly.

“Want it now, Fluttershy?” Words are barely necessary now, you can feel her womanly lust in the air dance and tease your own hunger.

Fluttershy nods and gently massages your shaft under her glistening lips. “Get some blankets and let’s fuck on the floor.” Her timid nature had transformed to be surprisingly assertive. You nod and move to a hall closet to retrieve a thick blanket that was banished to storage. It’s thick, warm and soft to the touch.

“I want that cock, John,” Fluttershy says, sitting on the blanket you spread on the carpet. “Just lay back and fuck me.”

You undress completely and lay down on the soft blanket, the soft fabric soothes the skin on your back. You adjust and fidget to get comfy. You look down to watch Fluttershy mount you, but you see that she has moved her wet sex over your face, her shoulders are facing towards your feet. “Is, is this okay?” she asks, looking over her left shoulder.

You respond with a playful lick that draws another squeak. Her wet lips adorn your tongue with the familiar taste of a vagina, ready for penetration. The complex and organic flavor is somewhat more mild than you expected, bringing tea to mind, of all things. You grab Fluttershy’s taut ass in both hands and pull your muzzle to her dripping slit. You generously massage her clitoris with circular motions, enticing high-pitched moans and shaking hips. Fluttershy bends over and stands on all fours, but you don’t stop for a second. You feel her hair tickle your head. Fluttershy’s hot breath flows around your sensitive soldier, she’s breathing irregularly due to the pleasure.

You feel her hot tongue move around on the head of your cock. The soft wetness sweeps around your sensitive tip, stimulating and lubricating it. She kisses the head and sucks the end into her lips. She slowly laps the head and slips it further into her skilled mouth.

You breath deep and lick her entire slit from the clit to the other end. Your tongue slides in between her wet petals, which spread a little for your tongue as you tease her entrance.

“Ah! Ah, John, that’s it.” Fluttershy’s voice is weak, she only breaks for a moment before sucking again.

You flex your mouth muscle and push into Fluttershy’s hot twat. Her muscles flex and clench your tongue reflexively. You flick your tongue around inside her in the pattern of the alphabet.

As you reach “z”, you retract your tongue and rest your tired jaw. Fluttershy is soaking wet. You breath deeply and rest your neck and mouth, watching Fluttershy’s hips sway slowly. She doesn’t stop sucking your rock hard erection as you rest.

You lay back and enjoy her warm, wet mouth. Fluttershy can get most of it in her lips, sucking hard and massaging with her tonge as her head bobs up and down. You rub your jowls and go back to Fluttershy’s glistening petals. You admire their perfect shape, tenderly kissing and nibbling her soft pink lips. You lick and kiss Fluttershy’s clit for a bit, drawing highi and stressed moans from her.

Fluttershy pushes her ass into your face and sits up a little, letting your cock out of her warm mouth. “J-john, I need you.” Fluttershy turns around, sitting on your chest. “Do me, any way you want,” she says quietly, her low volume is deafening to your highly aroused mind. Countless positions and scenarios flash through your mind, but then you decide. Nothing would be more perfect than to see the beauty of Fluttershy moaning and panting underneath you.

“Lay on your back, Fluttershy. You’re going to love this.” And you know she will. Her tight pussy is positively parched for a prick. Fluttershy lays down and lays her head on a pillow, then spreads her legs wide to show off her perfect pussy.

“Be gentle,” she implores you with her small voice and large eyes. You nod assent and position your tool between her legs. The tip pokes her sopping slit the slightest bit, causing Fluttershy to jump slightly.

You smile to reassure her, slowly entering her. The tight walls part for your head, the wet entrance sucks your cock in slowly. You push inside, gently yet firmly into Fluttershy’s tight vagina. She feels so hot and great inside. You start to move your hips slowly, thrusting deep inside Fluttershy. Your cock reaches all the way into her close cunt, sliding wetly in and out.

Fluttershy throws her head back and shrieks with her high voice. You begin to really hump her, your sensitive organ reaches all the way to her cervix. You stop when you feel about to burst, Fluttershy’s snug sex sucks you deep as you can go. You feel her lips wet the skin around the base of your thick shaft, you’re so far inside.

“I-I’m so close, John! Finish me! FUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME CUM!” Fluttershy screams to you. You feel almost to busting already. “Fuck me and fill me, cum inside John!”

You grunt and slam her pussy hard, disregarding rest. She’s not concerned about being gentle, obviously. You pull out to the very tip, relishing the tingling sensations it brings, and pound your head home.You retrieve your tool and thrust again, again, each time harder and faster, bringing growing cries of pleasure from Fluttershy. You feel her cunt tighten aroung your pumping shaft. Her hot hole is briniging the highest pleasure to you both. Your cock throbs deep inside, you are unsure how many seconds more you can hold back the tide.

“F-Fluttershy, I’m near my limit,” you hoarsly say. You haven’t made a noise for a few minutes, so making a smooth tone is tough. “I’m gonna cum, are you, ah, are you clo-”

“I’m so close, just a little mo-oar! Yes, Jo-ohn, right the-ere!” Shy’s voice shakes with every thrust. You take one hand and massage her clit, your other finds her sopping-wet breast. You rock back and forth quickly with your hips. You watch one of Fluttershy’s heavy breasts bounce up and down underneath you, her fists clenching the blanket and her mouth open, her eyes clamped shut. You pick up the pace, finding just the frequency to make her tits fly up and down the most. The one in your grip is amazingly soft, you carefully squeeze it with all your fingers.

“Jo-o-ohn! O-oh J-o-ohn! Y-e-es- A-aa-ah!” Fluttershy cries out with every thrust now. “I’m go-on-na c-c-cu-UUMMM!!” Fluttershy arches her back and her cries are caught in her throat. You keep thrusting, letting all resistance go and focussing only on bringing about maximum pleasure. You feel a trigger pull in your groin. You thrust hard and push deep inside Fluttershy’s pulsating cunt just as the base of your cock flexes. You feel your hot, milky seed speed out into Fluttershy’s shaking pussy, the relief of climax is the best. One shot, three, six, eight, nine amazing spurts of white relief fill Fluttershy’s fine feline.

“Ngah!” You gasp and breath heavily, sweat running down your back, chest and forehead. Your testes ache from unloading so much, and your abs are burning a deep, good burn. “Fluttershy, how are you doing?”

Fluttershy lies panting under you, her slick skin glistening in the soft light from the kitchen. “That was,” she stops to breath and collect her thoughts. “Nice. I feel, I feel so amazing.” She turns to look straight up at you. “You’re so amazing, John. Hold me?” She stretches her arms up at you.

You leave your exhausted dick inside and lean down to kiss and hug and fondle. Your lips tiredly move with Fluttershy, you feel suddenly drained. When her tongue searches for yours, you eagerly meet it and return her affectionate kiss. Finally you break, you need to answer a call of nature, and there’s no call waiting.

“Hold that thought,” you whisper into Fluttershy’s face. Your flacid member slips out, along with an impressive amount of thick cum. You need to piss, but the sight of the semen flowing out of Fluttershy’s fucked hole is perversely tantalizing. You kneel back down and spread her pussy with two fingers. A little more flows out in response. A small puddle collects around where Fluttershy’s skin contacts the fuck-mat.

“John,” Fluttershy says seductively. “Can I have a taste?” You return her half-lidded gaze with a blank expression. Then the meaning strikes you.

“Yeah, hell yeah.” You dip two fingers deep inside Fluttershy, she giggles to cover a pleasured sigh. You draw out two stained fingers, pulling out plenty of semen with them. You take all four fingers and dip them into the pool, collecting a small amount. You carefully bring them over the center of Fluttershy’s chest, losing a few drops on the way to her mouth. She opens wide and lets several hot strands of cum fall onto her tongue, teeth and lips. This is some kinky shit, you think.

Fluttershy pulls your sticky fingers to her mouth and sucks each one dry individually. She opens her mouth wide, showing off the cum. Fluttershy closes her mouth and dramatically gulps, then proves she finished it all. “Oh, was that wierd?” She asks, timidly. “I like the salty taste. Is that odd? Tell me it isn’t odd, John.”

“Hey, Shy. If you like to eat cum, I have nothing wrong with it. I think it’s fucking sexy.” You lean in close to her face. You whisper: “Just don’t expect a kiss.”

You stand and move to your own bathroom. You rinse your hands and proceed to piss in the pot. The relief is fantastic, you were holding several glasses of scotch and a vodka drink in for hours. You notice Fluttershy in the doorway just as you flush.

Fluttershy lifts her shoulders and looks down shyly. “Oh, oh my. Do you have an extra toothbrush?” Fluttershy asks sheepishly from the doorway, looking up at you with her pouting eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” you tell her pointing with one stained finger at the medicine cabinet. “The one with the blue handle is new, never used it.” You your fingers and wait for Fluttershy to ready her toothbrush. Your dick is wet and slimy with cum and female orgasm, but you don’t really mind that much. This is partly because you just had sex, and partially because you’re still slightly drunk. You decide to push your luck, Fluttershy’s so beautiful and seems to like you so much.

“Hey Fluttershy, that toothbrush could be yours, if you wanted. I mean, if you wanted to live here, with me.” Your heart sits on the top of your throat in anticipation. You try your best to contain it.

Fluttershy stops brushing and looks at you with her enourmous eyes. White foam hangs on the corners of her mouth. Tears seem to come to her eyes. She squints to keep them back, batting those long lashes, too. She carefully wraps her arms around your shoulders and hums, agreeing. You hug her tight around the waist, feeling every inch of her nude skin against yours. She’s such an angel, here in your home, in your arms, your seed flowing out of her sacred hole and onto your favorite blanket. You don’t care about the last part, the rest is too good to be true.

She lets you go and holds up a finger, then goes back to brushing, smiling gently. You decide to use the tub to rinse off your dick and go attempt to clean up.

With about a dozen tissues, all that remains of your coitus is a crusty stain that will wash out. Fluttershy catches you from behind when you to toss the wad, feeling your toned abdomen and pressing her breasts into your back. You feel a tired stirring in your groin and hold her face that rests on your shoulder. “Fluttershy,” you whisper.

“John,” she replies even softer.

“Wanna sleep on the floor with me? Just holding each other?”

Fluttershy slowly nods, rubbing her beautiful face on your neck. Her fragrant hair is soft and nice. “We can do it again, if you feel like it. I’m tired, but I still want you.” She snakes one hand down to your semi-flacid member and softly rubs the underside with two fingers. ”I want you, not just this.”

You turn around and kiss her fresh mouth, passionately pressing your lips to the mintiness of hers. You break, a bead of saliva hangs between your close face as you stare into Fluttershy’s beautiful eyes. “Fluttershy, I...”

Fluttershy stands on her toes and presses her lips to yours, briefly but firm. “How about we share a drink and snuggle, John?”