Author's Note

Sorry you all had to wait so long for the end to this, so here's your reward! 3k words of pure clop.
I hope you enjoy!

The Climax

Fluttershy broke eye contact first, opting to close her eyes and lean into a kiss. Frightened, I huffed and backed away, but it did nothing to halt her advances. Without losing momentum, she climbed on top of the couch, straddling my lap with her hind hooves while wrapping her forehooves around my neck. Without anywhere to go, I embraced the kiss fully, still cautiously watching her reddening face. Minutes seemed to pass as we remained there with our lips together. It certainly wasn't the first time I had kissed a mare, but it sure as Tartarus felt like it. The fireworks in my head continued relentlessly, and my heart started beating even faster, pumping adrenaline and ecstasy through my veins. When Fluttershy finally did pull away, I suddenly went cold and felt empty somehow. Before she backed away completely, I braced a claw on the back of her head and plunged back into the warm embrace of her lips. Either my eyes had closed by that point, or my vision simply refused to work anymore, so my other senses took over. Every little detail of her movement was like an earthquake that shook the foundations of my being and rattled my soul. She gasped, then let her breath out slowly before taking in another shaky gasp. She moved into a more comfortable position, sitting on my lap instead of standing, but her forelegs didn't show the slightest signs of retreating; instead gripping between my spines tighter than ever before.

She gently teased my lips with her equine tongue, and I allowed it passage. Our tongues locked into their own embrace, and I was met with a pleasant taste of the freshly brewed tea she had made for us. Her tongue then began to invade my mouth further, prodding the tip of each of my sharp teeth, to which I happily responded in kind.

“Ouch,” she cried out during our passionate exchange.

“Are you alright?” I asked her, noticing that my eyes suddenly worked again. She didn't look like she was in pain, only slightly embarrassed and worried. “Did I hurt you?”

She responded in shock, “Oh no! Not at all, sorry. I mean, you just bit me, er, you may have bitten me, or I scratched my tongue on your... um... sharp... teeth.” The last word came out so quietly I could have sworn a mouse had said it. It was an adorable response, but I was still concerned.

“I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay? Can I see it to make sure I didn't cut you?”

“Um... no? I mean yes.... I think so.”

“Let me see.”

Her tongue slowly inched out of her mouth, with her going cross-eyed trying to look out of curiosity as well. Sure enough, I hadn't been able to control my mouth enough to be gentle with this poor mare, and she had a small cut splotched with a small amount of blood.

“Oh no, I'm sorry Fluttershy. I didn't mean to do that to you,” I apologized, genuinely sorry for what happened.

“It's okay, Spike. It's not your fault, but it is kind of sore. Could you,” she hesitated, lifting those sweet, caring mountain meadow orbs to meet my own, “could you kiss it and make it feel better?”

I failed to suppress a less than stallionly giggle, and to my surprise, so did she. However, she also presented her tongue, which I unceremoniously licked clean before planting a soft kiss on the cut.

She snuggled closer, tightening her embrace, and nuzzling my cheek. Her mane was mussed beyond control and her tail flicked wildly back and forth. Her usual meek tone took on a much darker change, forming a honey smooth voice full of lust that I would never have expected to hear come from the innocent pegasus on my lap as she whispered softly, “Something else is sore, sweetheart. Could you take care of that too, please?” I suddenly became painfully aware of the moisture forming in my lap while the mare backed away from my face to show her own, completely taken over by carnal intentions.

I tried to recover, “But what about our tea?”

She glanced over to the platter holding the mugs and kettle, and extended a wingtip to tilt the whole set askew, letting it fall to the ground. Miraculously, only one teacup shattered; the one that had been empty before. The rest had been left to spill their contents onto the torn and stained rug underneath. “What tea?” she asked as innocently as she could, having made such a menagerie out of her hospitality. “We should probably go upstairs, or the animals will get a show of something that shouldn't be shared in polite company... unless of course you want them to watch?” she offered without shame or remorse. It was as if Fluttershy had become a completely different pony, made so by our shared affection. Her rump began twitching under a claw I hadn't realized I placed there. Her fur was so long that it overlapped my talons when I ran them over her cutie mark. My petting only intensified the twitches and caused her face to contort into unladylike expressions. She moaned, “Oh, Spike...” She drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, “please... carry me upstairs.”

And I did. She shifted in my arms to lie down with her belly facing up, and neatly tucked her tail between her legs to hide her marehood. I stood, trying not to look down into her flushed-red face or the rest of her body, and made my way toward the stairs. My racing heart and tortuously sharp breaths made even walking a difficult task. Even standing upright felt like an awkward position, and my back grew cold from being away from the comfort of the couch. My spines groaned their protest, unbending from an unnatural position, while the rest of my body shook violently from the nervousness I felt, although another part of my body insisted I was ready. I almost dropped Fluttershy climbing the stairs, but caught myself halfway through the fall, thankfully only managing to startle the mare. She seemed more ready than I was, even though her bravado had faded, taking with it the honey-smooth voice and malicious gaze. The fall was enough to shake some fluid loose from its own surface tension apparently, as it dripped down her rump and onto my arm as well. I didn't know quite how soaked she was until I put her down on the large plush bed that she no doubt shared with her animals on any other night.

She simply lay there, facing upwards and letting her tail fall to the mattress, giving me a view of quite a bit more than I thought I would see. Her nether regions' fur was drenched and discolored by the fluids coming from her vagina. Her forehooves covered her mouth while she eyed me carefully. I averted my eyes from her curvaceous body, opting to look to the window for something interesting. “It's okay, Spike, you can look.” I hesitated, not wanting to offend the mare with which I had just shared the most personal moment in my life. “Spike. I want you to look.” I snapped my head back into place at her request, and I stared rudely at her frame, greedily taking in her contours. Every bump and curve, every nook and crevice. She just lay there, letting me take everything in, letting me see every inch of her.

She spread her legs further apart, presenting her vulva and winking clitoris. She smiled contentedly, her eyes following mine. “Come to bed, my little dragon. I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” I said confidently, lying down next to her on my side, resting my palm on her barrel. She placed a hoof on my cheek and kissed me, keeping it brief. Instead of verbalizing her request, she rolled onto her opposite side, facing away from me and extending a wing above the bed, indicating she wanted a massage. Even if she weren't indicating that, I wouldn't have been able to resist stroking her feathers, mesmerized by their color and sheen. A pegasus never let just anypony touch their wings unless they were very close, and Fluttershy was no exception. I felt a cluster of feathers from base to tip, slowly moving my claw so as not to startle her. I rose to my knees and nudged her to roll onto her belly. After she complied, I straddled her to get a better angle on her wings.

I began working my thumb and foretalon at the top of the wing, slowly working my way to the base, before using both claws to massage the rest. She moaned and sighed her agreement, letting me know I was doing a good job, so when I finished with one wing, I repeated the process with the next. When I reached the base of the second wing, I moved both hands to her back and began to massage the joints connecting her avian appendages to her equine body. I didn't finish until she fluttered her wings in delight, brushing my arms with their backsides. “Thank you Spike.”

“No problem,” I stated triumphantly while running my talons through her mane again. I don't know what possessed me, but deep down I had the burning desire to pet her. I leaned down, kissing her on the cheek, intent on fulfilling that desire, then returned to my laying position on the bed, continuing to brush her mane with my claw. When I reached the end, I continued stroking past the wings, all the way to her rump and down her tail. Reaching the end, I began again at the top of her head, this time rubbing an ear on the way through her mane, and I stopped ever-so-briefly at her wings, pointedly choosing a primary feather to stroke, tentatively gauging her reactions. She didn't seem to mind at all, and nickered in delight. It was rare to hear such a feral noise coming from a pony, and I relished it in my mind as it happened. When I reached her rump, I gave a squeeze eliciting a small “eep” from the pegasus. I finally retracted my arm, and she rolled back onto her side, facing me.

“Are you ready?” I prompted nervously. The massage and petting did nothing to curb my lust, managing only to make it more intense. She nodded without a moment of dissent, and teased me with her hind hoof.

“I'm ready, Spike.” She pressed harder onto my emerging drakehood, attempting to lure it out, but instead of complying, I shifted my hips away.

I kissed her on the lips once more, then her jaw and her neck, gently nibbling and licking, making my way further down her body. Reaching her lower regions, I made note of her teats, easily finding them under the naturally shorter fur. I flicked my tongue against one, testing her reaction. I was almost kicked in the face out of surprise, but luckily, she didn't want to stop me. I kissed the one I just licked and continued the procedure with each of the others, only to return for a quick nip on each one as well. I then worked my serpentine tongue down the rest of her figure until I reached my prize. By now there was most definitely a heady scent throughout the room, but I was struck with a whole wall of it right there. Fluids practically gushed from her lower lips, begging to be devoured. I inhaled deeply through my nose to get a larger dose of the intoxicating scent, and then I spread her legs, groping her inner thighs as much for my pleasure as her own.

I dove into her folds, burying my face in between her thighs and lapping up the fluids from the surrounding area. My tongue was more than long enough to reach from one thigh to the other without having to move my mouth, and I took every advantage that gave me. I began tracing her labia with my tongue, caressing it with the fork, and then flicking her winking clitoris as I reached the top, continuing the process as I stroked her inner thighs with my thumbs. The flavor was equally as intoxicating as the scent. It wasn't what one would consider tasty, but definitely not unpleasant either. It was as if it simply demanded to be tasted, regardless of flavor, and I loved it regardless. I didn't want to stop, and I didn't stop. I snaked my tongue between her folds and sucked on her clitoris simultaneously, being very careful to avoid touching any part of her with my teeth. Her moans were consistent, only stopping for breath when she needed to, and her barrel heaved in response.

I explored her insides with my tongue slowly and deliberately, savoring the experience, not wanting it to end. Eventually, she started kicking her left leg and bucking her hips wildly, clamping her forehooves onto the back of my head and pushing me further. I responded by firmly grasping her rump to assist her bucking attempts and I squeezed and groped to my heart's desire. Her wings flapped uncontrollably throughout. Her insides clenched down on my tongue and I was greeted with a fresh wave of the intoxicating liquid, which I proceeded to slurp until it finally slowed to its original flow rate.

I stood up from the bed, examining and admiring my work. I had made the mare come, and now she was heaving gasps and moans of ecstasy. Her wings fell limp onto the mattress, and she remained sprawled out on the bed, still winking and eagerly awaiting more. I was eagerly ready to continue to satisfy her, and without a moment more to waste, I sprung into action, letting my drakehood escape its prison directly into Fluttershy's love tunnel. Apparently she wasn't finished coming when I pulled away, and the head was greeted with a loving squeeze, followed by ounce upon ounce of natural lubricant. I placed my arms under her forelegs to prop myself against the bed and began to move further inside. From the closer distance, I could see her face and expressions more clearly, and she looked like she was in heaven the way she smiled. She stared into my eyes, pleading for more, and all I could do was satisfy. I pulled out slowly until the tip was just barely touching her vulva, and then penetrated her again. Each moment was agonizingly slow, but I was making my best attempts to make this last as long as possible. I already felt like I was about to burst, but I held it in and continued.

I gradually picked up speed, watching her wings flutter underneath and her eyes dart back and forth between mine. I closed the distance between our faces in a demanding kiss, letting my tongue take control in her mouth and wrestle with it. She fought back equally as hard, bucking her hips into mine in rhythm making each thrust harder. As time passed, it grew more difficult to control my speed and power, and I quickly found myself plowing into her with my full force. Her moans turned into winces and her sighs turned into gasps, but she kept kissing me with more and more force, and her bucking didn't let up either. She squeezed my hips with her hind legs, holding me inside and whinnying as she came continuously. Minutes passed before she finally relaxed her tensed muscles, and she finally spoke, but only two words came out. “My turn,” she managed to say between breaths.

The tired pegasus nudged me onto my back without me pulling out, and straddled me. She put her forehooves on my chest and began thrusting her hips up and down. Being ridden was new to me, but I welcomed it with open arms. I let a claw bear down on her rump to increase her force while holding a fetlock on my chest with the other. I thrust into her from below as best I could, the feeling only made more sweet by the fluids that were now dripping down my drakehood and splashing all over my groin, hips and belly. I felt another orgasm pass over her, less violently this time, and she collapsed on top of me, but still bucking her hips, milking every little bit of pleasure she could.

I was getting close, and we could both feel it. I twitched inside of her every now and then, anticipating the final climax, but still holding off as much as possible. We held each other tightly as she continued to ride me through more orgasms than I bothered to count until I was finally at my breaking point. “I'm almost there, Fluttershy,” I managed to groan out through all of my own pants. Sweat was covering her body and dripping onto me, leaving us both soaked and slippery. I watched her from below as sweat dripped down from her face, and her mane fell in a veil, obscuring my vision of my surroundings.

Her gaze didn't break, and neither did her voice. She spoke very clearly. “I want you to come inside me. Don't hold back.” At that point, I gave one final, powerful thrust, digging my claws into her back and feeling her wings spring outward and stiffen. Her eyes widened as my member flared inside of her and released every last ounce of pent up love that I had. Her inner walls bore down hard on me, milking more come out, and drenching us both in a mixture of our come and her sweat. Just before the last bit of my seed escaped into her womb, I thrust my head at hers, holding our lips together in a final kiss before we both collapsed on the bed. I felt myself soften and slide out of Fluttershy's soaked marehood. We looked into each others eyes and exchanged one last conversation before falling asleep in each others arms.

“Fluttershy?”

“Yeah, Spike?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”