Rohoofnol
The pounding dubtrot music resonated throughout the entire cloud club. Ponies filled the dance floor, barely enough room for anypony to walk. Fluttershy sat on at the bar, trying to cover her eyes from the bothersome strobe lights with her hooves. With both her sight and hearing impaired from the club scene, Fluttershy just tried to imagine herself resting under a large oak, the wind softly brushing against her mane; laying down next to a small pond, the smell of the fresh water cleansing her nostrils as the birds bathed themselves nearby; being tapped on the shoulder by...
"Oh, what is it Rainbow Dash?" Fluttershy lightly yelled as she lifted her head from her hooves.
"Fluttershy! I met this really cool mare!" Rainbow Dash shouted over the loud music. "She says that there's this sweet DJ that will be preforming on the roof soon! I'll probably end up going home with her afterwards, so you don't have to wait for me!" Rainbow Dash gave a bubbly wink to Fluttershy.
"Uh, okay. Have fun, I guess," Fluttershy mumbled under the sound of the booming jams.
"Yeah, I'll be fine! Have fun! Later!" Rainbow Dash flew above the crowd of pegasi and was soon lost in the distance.
Fluttershy, left alone in a room full of ponies, returned to her original position and covered her head in her hooves. Wait. Now that Rainbow Dash is gone, I think I can leave. She attempted to locate the exit, but all the pegasi flying around and the strobe lights made the task practically impossible for Fluttershy. Fluttershy just slumped back down, deciding to wait for the crowd to die down, if it died down.
"Hey there! Are you okay?"
Fluttershy poked her head back up, this time finding a colt sitting on the bar stool next to her. She wasn't in the mood for a conversation so she just nodded.
"Oh, well, are you sure? You look like you have a headache or something!" Fluttershy nodded once again. "You know, I actually have a special room here that's more quiet!" The stallion politely offered.
Fluttershy perked up a bit. Just the thought of leaving this rowdy, turbulent nightmare encouraged the quiet mare to raise her voice. "I would really like that! Thank you!"
The colt floated slightly off the stool and landed on the glistening dance floor. "Follow me!" Fluttershy plopped down from her seat, keeping her head facing down, but made sure she could still see the colt's tail.
He gradually trotted through the cluster of clubbing pegasi, clearing a path for Fluttershy in the process. They were bumped a few times while making their way through, but Fluttershy didn't mind because she would be out of this mess soon. Eventually the two approached a round, red velvet doorway that was guarded by a bouncer.
Fluttershy halted behind the colt. She could see that the stallion was talking to the bouncer. The bouncer read over the clipboard that he had, checked off something, and then opened the velvet door for the colt to go through. As the door opened, a bright light shined out from the opening, or at least it seemed bright compared to the club's flashing darkness. Fluttershy scurried past the door, entering a long hallway with lights hung on the walls and plenty of doorways along the sides.
Besides examining the walls, Fluttershy was checking out the colt that was courteous enough to offer her an escape from the hectic hellhole that Rainbow Dash had insisted was "the bomb". She still followed the stallion, so she only could see his tail and fur. His fur was a light cornflower blue while his mane was a deep cerulean. His whole color pattern soothed Fluttershy. The more surprising thing was that his mane looked well groomed for a colt, but his physique was still quite masculine and muscular.
The colt pivoted his head to face Fluttershy, continuing to proceed down the hallway, and gave her a pleasant grin. His eyes are like emeralds. And his teeth, white like Angel's fur! Fluttershy couldn't help but blush and giggle from the friendly smirk.
Finally, the couple made it to the end of the long hallway, and the colt opened a large, blue door for Fluttershy to enter first. She skipped into the room, murmuring her thanks as she crossed the colt. She peered up at the door as she passed by it and she caught a shocking glance at a golden plaque.
Wonderbolts!? There's no way he could be...
Fluttershy's doubts were demolished as she inspected the room the colt let her into. Luxurious items were strewn all over, such as bouquets, fancy, exotic furniture and a circular waterbed. A large sign was on the wall that read VIP ROOM. The final piece of the puzzle was placed when Fluttershy saw a Wonderbolt uniform hung up on a hanger in the open closet. "Um.. a-are you Soarin'?"
The colt laughed at the forward question. "Didn't you already know?"
"N-no, sorry. You look awfully different when you're not wearing your uniform." Fluttershy stared down at the carpeted floor, trying to hide her tomatoes that she called cheeks.
Soarin' laughed. "No need to be sorry. It was an honest mistake." Fluttershy's heart warmed by the kindness Soarin' showed that matched even her own. "Well now that you know who I am, why don't you tell me your name?"
"I'm Fluttershy. I think you know my friend Rainbow Dash."
Soarin' thought for a moment. "Right! Rainbow Dash. She's the marvelous mare that saved my pie!"
"Um, she also saved you and your partner's lives one time too."
"Oh yeah... so what's she been up to?"
"Well, just practicing her tricks, I guess. She's actually the reason I came to this club though," Fluttershy informed, injecting a little regret in her voice.
"Ha, yeah, you didn't really look like you wanted be in there at all," Soarin' said as he trotted behind the small bar that was in his room. "So is there anything I can do for you to help you relax?"
Not wanting to be a burden, Fluttershy murmured, "Um... no, I couldn't possibly ask anything more from you."
"No worries, Fluttershy. It would be my pleasure," Soarin' interjected, shooting the timid mare a sweet smile.
"Oh, okay then. I guess a glass of water would be nice."
"Sounds good. Would you also like a pill for your headache?"
"If you wouldn't mind."
"Of course not." Soarin' turned away to get a glass and the medication, but peered back at Fluttershy, who still stood awkwardly in the front of the room. "Fluttershy, relax. You can take a seat on my bed if you want?"
As Soarin' resumed getting Fluttershy a glass of water and the pill, the mare slowly made her way onto the bed, only sitting on the edge; however, once the pegasus plopped down onto the waterbed, the waving mattress caused her to fall father back on the bed. Fluttershy didn't mind too much though, for how comfortable lying down on the fluffy covers relaxed her heart. The booming music and ruckus from the other room had really shaken Fluttershy up, so it was pleasant to just take in the serenity.
Fluttershy's small bit of peace was interrupted by her splitting migraine. "Here you go." The mare leaned up on Soarin's cue, and retrieved the glass of water and the headache pill he had gotten for her. She dropped the pill into her mouth and then gradually took some small sips from the water. Soarin' sat down on the mattress next to Fluttershy, causing the bed to shake and for the filly to take in too much water. She coughed, trying to relieve her throat from the slight irritation.
"Are you okay?" Soarin' asked as he watched Fluttershy gag.
"Oh, yes, I just choked a little on the water. The bed kinda..."
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"
"No need to apologize. It was just an accident. I understand."
Soarin' took a sigh of relief on hearing Fluttershy's easy forgiveness. "Thank you. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible," Soarin' said, pulling a plush pillow behind Fluttershy for her to rest on. Fluttershy finished off her water and Soarin' took the glass back into the kitchen area.
The mare gave a cute yawn. Soarin' noticed Fluttershy's heavy eyelids and offered, "Fluttershy, feel free to take a nap if you want. I won't disturb you."
"No I couldn't. This is your bed, and I..." Fluttershy wasn't even able to finish her sentence before yawning once more. She blushed. "Well if it isn't too much trouble."
"Of course it's not."
"Thank you very much Soarin'," the mare whispered as her head dropped onto the pillow.
Soarin' smirked as Fluttershy's conscientiousness soothingly lulled.
~~~~~
Fifteen minutes had passed since Fluttershy had fallen asleep. "Alright. Time to get to work." Soarin' stood at the edge of waterbed, staring at the snoozing mare. His eyes explored the filly's body; every curve; every strand of fur; even her cutie mark.
Especially her cutie mark. The Wonderbolt extended his neck so that his face was next to Fluttershy's flank. He felt his hard on grow very hard as he hardly held himself from holding his hard on. Soarin' could barely contain himself. This experience was like dinner to Soarin'. When committing date rape, one experience is like fast food, while the other is like a fancy, multi-course meal. Soarin' could easily just ravage Fluttershy's body as quickly as possible like he's chowing down on fast food. It's quick and easy, but he would get little satisfaction out of it. While on the other hoof, Soarin' has the choice to gradually progress through the pleasure and really be grateful for the time he will have. Soarin' always chose the fancy dinner.
Soarin' opened his mouth and let his salivating tongue come out for a taste test. He closed his eyes and licked her cutie mark. Her fur had the scent and taste of fresh grass and foliage. He adored the taste. He usually just hooked up with Spitfire in order to let off his load, but whenever the stallion could find a victim, it wasn't very often that they were not from a cloud city. Besides just the taste, there was more to this mare that peeked Soarin's interests.
Her body was so fragile and small. The immense power difference between the two just made the adrenaline in his system flow so much stronger. Her mane... oh, her mane. How light and fluffy it was, yet it still held a balance of grace and innocence. It was not sexy; it was not ugly; it was adorable.
Soarin' touched her silky mane and felt each hair in his hoof. "Angelic..."
The Wonderbolt placed himself at the foot of the bed, facing Fluttershy, who laid on her back. He lifted up her hind hooves and spread the two golden gate doors apart, thus revealing the treasure they concealed. The soft, moist, pink treasure.
His heartbeat hastened as he gazed upon the glorious marehood of the gentle pegasus. As the two lips only slightly parted, Soarin' could see a bridge of her juice that connected the two lips. His shaft tingled. Though this mare seemed innocent, she still longed for physical compassion; although, she was innocent, for he could tell that her flower had not been pollinated.
He bent down and stretched his neck to reach right above her glorious wetness. Gradually, he licked downwards, the scent of her anticipation growing with each inch he drew closer. Right as he reached her crotch, he kissed all around her marehood softly, the very edge of his lips brushing it lightly. Finally he plants a large smooch on her marehood before licking slowly, his tongue gently gliding over her lips.
This taste was like no other. A pure fantasy of flavor that nearly made Soarin' wish Fluttershy was conscious so that he could tell her how wonderful she is. Nearly.
That had to be one of Soarin's favorite things about this whole controversial process. No matter the mare, or the place, or the situation, there was no foreplay. He was able to pick and choose what he wanted to do without any hesitation or objection. It was like going to an amusement park and having one of those line hopper passes. There is the option of waiting in line and going through that slow, tedious nightmare, but Soarin' was able to just spend a little more money and then cut right to the fun!
The second time he licked her was a teeny bit rougher, and the stallion pushed in slightly. The pressure in between her walls shocked Soarin'. No pony he had even been with before had been this tight.
He shot his tongue inside her depths, licking along her warm folds and moving his face in closer. He continued to push deeper, greedily lapping at her walls in a circular motion, first licking one wall, then the other. Soarin's shoved his muzzle as far as it possibly could go into her marehood, and extended his tongue to touch the back walls of the filly. Unable to remain there long, the pegasus slid his tongue out. As his tongue exited the mare, it flicked past a friendly little button of Fluttershy's. Soarin' grinned as he licked around her clit in tight circles before sucking on it lightly. He slowly pulled off, giving her clit a light nip as he did so. His muzzles still wet from her juices, Soarin' licked his lips in an attempt to savor all the flavor from the well he just drank out of.
No matter how delicious that drink was though, it could not even compare to what the Wonderbolt was about to experience. He lifted his upper body onto the bed and aligned himself up with the lovely mare that was settled beneath him. The waterbed shook slightly as he moved onto it. His throbbing member nearly pierced the sweet cherry as raised his body. Luckily, he was able to control himself and keep the tip just outside the sacred walls. He gently rubbed his head against her sopping lips, tingling his entire shaft and sending a shiver shooting up his spine.
"Fluttershy..." Soarin' whispered to himself right before her took the first dive into the pool of ecstasy between the mare's thighs. As his tip entered and set off the first surge of pleasure, Soarin' knew that this was hardly anything yet.
Gradually, the stallion's length delved farther inside the oasis of bliss. With every inch, it became tighter and tighter. Soarin' halted. There it was... the wall. The only other time Soarin' had encountered the wall was when Spitfire and him were still in flight school. He had to be careful. With a wee nudge forward, Soarin' popped Fluttershy's cherry. He moaned.
With that obstacle out of the way, the colt continued his fun. He pulled out of her marehood, and flowed back inside of her, repeating this process until his stallionhood was entirely coated with Fluttershy's love syrup. Once more, Soarin' drove his erection inside the quivering pussy, but he went until he hit the back of her womb. It felt phenomenal.
As a droplet of sweat cascaded down from Soarin's brow to his cheek, the stallion began a swift paced series of thrusts into the mare's depths. The flier's cock had already built up so much sexual friction to where he found it difficult not to blow his load every time he shoved himself back inside the moist haven. His breathing hastened and turned into a heavy panting. The metronome of his sack slapping into her thighs with every forceful thrust gave Soarin' a weird beat to keep his stamina going, as if he was working out. The waterbed tossed back and forth with the rhythm and increased the sensation that Soarin' felt.
He couldn't hold it off forever though. Soon, Soarin' felt his climax sneaking up quickly. The speed of his humps peaked as he closed his eyes with anticipation. Like a time bomb, the stallion counted off in his head, One... two... three!
At that time, the Wonderbolt swiftly removed his shaft from inside Fluttershy's marehood and let out both a loud, joyous moan and a large mass of cum that coated Fluttershy's fur and mane. The viscous liquid covered Fluttershy from her muzzle to her marehood.
He breathed roughly, regaining his energy. He examined his masterpiece that was laid out and painted before him on the bed. "Thank you, Fluttershy."
He knew that obviously Fluttershy would report what had happened to her once she awoke, so it was a good thing the headache pill that he had given her before was actually an enhanced form of Rohoofnol. Such a peculiar drug, Rohoofnol. It is supposed to be a new Equestrian sleeping medication, but Soarin' has made good use of it seeing how it puts a pony to sleep and then causes them to have very mild short term memory loss. An hour sounds just about perfect.
The stallion grabbed a towel from the room's bathroom and cleaned his canvas. Though is was art, it had to go. Without even a formal goodbye, Soarin' packed his saddlebag, put his uniform back on, and left his gentle angel on the waterbed. Then again, there was no need for a goodbye, for the two had never even met that night.
