“Here you go!” Fluttershy said, placing a jar down on the counter. Mrs. Cake grabbed it with a hand and opened it, which was filled with a golden brown liquid. The syrup had a hint of vanilla, leaving Mrs. Cake to take in the smell. "Castoreum is just the natural flavor I need to add to my cakes!" she said.
Mrs. Cake handed a few golden coins before Fluttershy picked up a large bag. “Good bye Fluttershy!” Mrs. Cake said with a wave. Fluttershy gave a smile and waved back before exiting out of Sugarcube Corner. She was met with fresh air of Ponyville. Fluttershy took out a piece of parchment. “Next stop, Carousel Boutique!”
The yellow pegasus knocked on Rarity’s door. A white unicorn opened it with a small smile. “Good morning Fluttershy!” she said, “Pleasant weather, isn’t it?” Fluttershy nodded. “Yes, it is.” The beautiful day held no clouds in the sky. The wind gently flew through the town and rustled the trees.
“Here, come inside!” the fashion pony said, ushering Fluttershy through the door. She walked in and set the bag down. “I have your order, Rarity,” Fluttershy said, holding up a small bottle. Rarity’s hands grasped it and opened the corked bottle. She placed her muzzle not too far to give it a smell. "Mmm," Rarity said, "This smells divine. It reminds me of the scent of birch trees, while also possessing more pleasant, musky and fruity nuances."
“Castoreum is a unique thing,” Fluttershy said, “It’s amazing how many uses there are.”
Rarity took another sniff before looking at Fluttershy. “Castoreum is so difficult to find," Rarity said, recapping the bottle, "However do you do it?"
Fluttershy gave a smile. “Trade secret.”
Fluttershy hummed a small tune and walked down the path towards her cottage. Handling the empty bag she carried, she made her way to the door. She opened it and stepped inside. Critters of all shapes and sizes greeted her with chitters and chatter.
“Hello everyone, I’m back!” Fluttershy said warmly. Birds from outside flew in and gave their greetings to the pink-haired pegasus. The animals dispersed throughout the cottage and the outside world.
Fluttershy took off her jacket and hung it. Carrying the bag in one hand, she went to her room. Locking the door behind her, she turned around to see a giant chart. Showing the monthly castoreum production. She placed the bag down nearby a bundle of birch limbs resting at the foot of her bed. The sticks moved, with Mr. Beaverton rustling in them.
“Morning Mr. Beaverton!” Fluttershy said, giving his furry body a pat, “Did you sleep well?”
Mr. Beaverton gave a grumble and turned. “Oh, don’t be a grouch. I know you’re tired, but I know you can handle it,” Fluttershy said. With that said, she got up and wrote a few things on the castoreum chart.
“The hospital wants a small sample of castoreum and Twilight wants to experiment with them,” Fluttershy explained to the drowsy beaver, “Are you up to par to that, Mr. Beaverton?” she asked, looking towards him. Mr. Beaverton rolled off the bundle of sticks and smacked the ground.
“You must still be tired from yesterday,” Fluttershy said, approaching him. She grabbed him with both hands and snuggled his belly. Mr. Beaverton made a sound on what was a laugh. Fluttershy smiled and set him on the bed.
“I know I promised you a break for a few days, but I just received a large order," Fluttershy said, "Sapphire Shores needs six cases of castoreum by the end of the month. We'll have to step up production if we want to meet that deadline."
Mr. Beaverton gave a disgruntled grunt and crossed his little arms. “No worries about the hospital and Twilight’s order, they’re tiny,” she assured.
The beaver made a face and sighed. "I know you're upset, but we don't want to disappoint our customers, do we?" Fluttershy asked, sitting on the bed next to him.
He looked up to her. Her caring green eyes stared back. After all, Fluttershy did take him in on the night of disastrous flood and nursed him back to health. He couldn’t let her down. Mr. Beaverton gave another sigh.
“What? You’ll do it?” Fluttershy said cheerfully. “Good. Now assume position.”
Mr. Beaverton waddled to the pillow and collapsed on top of it. He laid on top and lifted his leathery tail into the air. Fluttershy saw cloaca, the source of castoreum. Fluttershy’s soft fingers sent a shudder down Mr. Beaverton’s body.
“Sorry,” Fluttershy said when she saw Mr. Beaverton make a face. “You’re sensitive there, aren’t you?”
He nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” she said. With a flask in her hand, she placed it at the base of his tail. She began to stroke it in an effort to milk the castoreum out of him. His cloaca began to move, but nothing came out. Fluttershy looked disappointed.
However, due to the stimulation of his cloaca, Mr. Beaverton squirmed on top of the pillow. With his weight pressing down at his erected shaft, he also tried to hide it from Fluttershy.
“Why Mr. Beaverton," Fluttershy said coyly, "Do you have some wood for me?"
Mr. Beaverton's cock was two inches long. He was actually pretty well-hung for a beaver.
"Well, it's my fault you're so aroused," Fluttershy said, "It wouldn't be fair to leave you unsatisfied,” she continued on, biting her bottom lip.
She flipped Mr. Beaverton over and began to lick the head of his penis. Fluttershy went down on it, engulfing the hard two inches.
She used her tongue and placed the dick to the side of her cheek. She smiled, it seemed that Mr. Beaverton enjoyed it. She withdrew and lifted his cock up with her fingers. With her tongue, Fluttershy pressed it against his anus and made her way to his cloaca. A few drops squeezed out, letting Fluttershy take the opportunity to capture it in the vial.
It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. She squeezed the glass’ edge and captured every last drop. Fluttershy then licked his cloaca and used her tongue to trace it back to his penis. She slid the entire penis inside her mouth. Her tongue began to whirl around the tip. Slurping up and gulping down, Fluttershy gave a small bite with her teeth.
Mr. Beaverton suddenly shouted. Fluttershy popped the dick out of her mouth. “Mr Beaverton!” she said, wiping her mouth with her fingers, “Such language!”
Mr. Beaverton grumbled an apology. “There's no reason to call me names! Besides, I don't even know what a spooty spoot-head is anyways,” she replied, “And I didn’t know you didn’t like teeth.”
Before Mr. Beaverton could say anything, Fluttershy poked him in the cloaca. “I am deeply sorry for that, but this castoreum won’t collect itself!”
She assumed position and opened her mouth. Mr. Beaverton’s wet shaft was covered tip to the end of the shaft with her saliva. Wet and slick, Fluttershy had no problem licking it up. She looked up and saw.
“I can tell you're getting close. Release your musk! Mark your property! Spray me like the whorish tree that I am!” Fluttershy said while Mr. Beaverton was in her mouth. In an instant, Mr. Beaverton reached climax. Pure castoreum from his cloaca ruptured like a dam. Fluttershy grabbed the nearby red funnel and directed it towards the empty vial.
Fluttershy licked her lips as she backed up. Thin threads of cum broke from the tip of the penis and her mouth. She gave a sweet smile towards the dead-tired beaver.
“Excellent! Fluttershy said, “Now eat up and be sure to get plenty of rest. We have a long day of milking tomorrow!”
Twilight Sparkle made a face. “That’s funny,” she said, “This doesn’t seem like castoreum.” She dipped her finger in the white liquid and tasted it. “It’s metallic.”
Author's Note
This is one quick quickie one-shot, inspired by the amazing Bronystories. Check him out, he makes excellent works of fiction and in all a great guy.
