Dominant Species

Dominant Species.
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Fluttershy awoke. It was a beautiful early spring day, the air was crisp and clear. The birds were singing, Fluttershy was feeling warm and fuzzy.

She happily fluttered down the stairs into the kitchen and prepared herself some fried eggs with a side of hash browns.

Angel sat in the kitchen doorway, eying his pet pony carefully. Something was odd. She was rarely this happy this early in the morning.

As Fluttershy cooked away, she hummed a cute tune, her hips swaying back and forth, her tail raised a little and swinging with her hips.

Angel then spotted a little red dot on the floor behind her. Had he been any other color than white, he would have turned that shade.

That was blood. His Fluttershy was bleeding.

Why was she bleeding.

Angel started to panic.

“Angel? Is something the matter?” She almost pranced over and set down a big bowl of sliced carrots, turnips, radishes and even (drool) spinach.

Angel looked from the large serving of food, and back to Fluttershy. Then back to the food. And again back to Fluttershy. He nodded his head and hopped over to the drop of blood and pointed at it feverishly.

Fluttershy lowered her head and peaked at it. “Blood? Oh gosh, are you hurt Angle Bunny?” She scooped him into her 'arms' and started patting him, trying to spot any blood. “You're not hurt.” She mused as she gently patted his belly.

Angel rarely allowed Fluttershy to pet his belly, usually because it meant he was on his back and showing he was not the dominant master in this Master / pet / food supplier relationship.

But he couldn't escape as she kept petting. He sighed and almost relaxed till he realized something.

She was starting to pet him a little to low for comfort, and she was starting to breath a little heavy.

Angel was starting to smell something, and he knew exactly what that was (from his experiences with various lady bunnies). He kicked and bolted, glared at Fluttershy, then dragged his large meal off toward his personal hutch in the house.

Fluttershy tilted her head, wondering what was the matter with him. She smiled, seeing him munch on his food. “Oh, you were just so hungry wungry, weren't you Angel Bunny? Just make sure you don't eat too fast.” She turned and trotted back to tend to her own food, a spring in her step.
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Rarity wanted to scream.

It was THAT time of year again.

Mares going into heat and flirting for any available stallion. This was the time of year when Rarity (despite her own heat) kept the clinic stocked with the bandages that would be used for many, many mares that would inevitably end up fighting over an available stud.

This would be Rarity's third heat. So far, she had refused any willing and able stallion (and the occasional mare) the pleasure, the delight, and the privilege of being her first. She didn't even think of trying to find an unwilling mate.

Then there was the mare / stallion ratio. So many mares in heat, compared to the so few available young studs.

“Whoever thought that so few available, good looking, rich, stallions was a good idea... They were wrong.” She muttered as she packed another box full of the rolled bandages.

Note, these were not made from Rarity's personal stock of cloth for her sewing, but from bolts of cotton she would order for this time of the year. In this case, style didn't matter, so plane white cotton would have to do.

“There, the last one... for now.” Rarity levitated the filled box and exited her home. She trotted toward the clinic, a sexy spring in her step.

She quickly realized what she was doing as she spotted a couple colts staring at her. (Oh EWW. Snips and Snails... They cannot possibly be of age...) She lowered her tail and moved with a less obvious trot.

As she neared her destination, having evaded three more stallions, including Big Mac, who was trying to escape from a mob of willing mares, she spotted a pony. A pony she dreaded to see in heat.

Fluttershy was walking into town, that telltale spring to her step, her tail raised just enough to be a tease...

Rarity bolted forward and grabbed a very surprised Fluttershy with her magic and dragged her into the clinic.

“R...Rarity?” Fluttershy quickly realized what had happened, though she had yet to realize what was happening.

“Fluttershy, what are you doing out of your house?”

“Shopping of course. I'm all out of carrots and turnip and spinach. Angel bunny ate the last of what I had.”

“You just bought a bunch yesterday... Oh dear...” She leaned close to Fluttershy, blushing as she could smell her friend. “You're in heat.” Rarity whispered.

“I am?” She blinked, suddenly blushing pinker than her mane. “Oh my. Oh No. Ooooh myyyy....” She seemed to suddenly melt.

Rarity looked to where Fluttershy was looking and spotted the big, sexy, Big Macintosh. He had slipped into the clinic, hoping to evade the raging masses outside. “Ah really shouldn't ah come to town to sell mah apples today.” He drawled. He suddenly became aware of heavy breathing behind him, a small scuffle, and some whimpering.

He turned to see Miss. Rarity and Miss. Fluttershy. Rarity was struggling to keep Fluttershy back.

He was confused for a moment till he saw (and recognized) the look in Fluttershy's eyes.

“Five minutes... no, an hour. I just want an hour with him...” Fluttershy whimpered

“Big Mac... Run.” Rarity yelled, her own eyes sporting that look.

Big Mac made himself scarce., deciding to live in the Everfree Forest for, say, a week? Two, just to be safe? Maybe a month. A month sounded safe.

“Fluttershy... Calm... DOWN!!!” Bonk! Rarity hated herself for this, but she had just picked up a clip board off the counter and lightly bonked Fluttershy on the head. I mean lightly, as in a gentle tap.

Fluttershy froze and stared at Rarity. “Ow?”

“Sorry Fluttershy... You're in heat. We have to get you out of town and back home.”

“Heat? Oh... of course...” She looked around. “Where did Big Macintosh go?” Her tone was breathy. “Can he come home with me too? If he doesn't mind that is.”

“No. No stallions for you Darling.” She deposited the box of bandages on the counter and lead Fluttershy from the clinic.
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Rarity shut the door to Fluttershy's cottage and peaked out. Nopony had followed them.

“Fluttershy, is this your... first?” Rarity asked, turning around to the following.

“Nnnng” Fluttershy groaned as the heat was starting to hit her hard. One of her forehooves between her legs.

“FLUTTERSHY!!!” Rarity was aghast that her friend would be so... open, to engage in such an activity such as clopping when she had company.

Seeing Fluttershy doing that made Rarity even more aware of her OWN heat. (Oh dear... I... I'm burning up. I cannot possibly hold on any longer.) Rarity shut her eyes, her face bright red as she started to stimulate herself with her magic.

Rarity lay on her side, her legs spread so she could stimulate better. She suddenly became aware of Fluttershy standing over her, breathing hot and heavy.

The white mare gasped as the yellow mare suddenly jumped on top of her, pressing her lower region to Rarity's, then started to grind.

Rarity's eyes rolled back as she failed to summon her magic to push Fluttershy back. It was feeling just so damn good. Hot, wet, soft, smooth. She couldn't explain why, but in her two previous heats, she had easily fought off seven stallions, and three other mares, but she couldn't even think clearly enough to even push Fluttershy off with her hooves, never mind use her magic.

The grinding started going faster, with more force, and the pleasure continued to build in the mares as their sexes rubbed against each other.

Fluttershy was grinning, staring down at Rarity with hungry eyes. She leaned down and licked Rarity's horn.

Rarity nearly had an orgasm right then and there, and REALLY had one when Fluttershy started sucking on it.

Fluttershy didn't stop her thrusting and grinding till she finally came herself, collapsing on top of the still pinned Rarity.

They just lay there till Fluttershy rolled onto the floor to lay next to her friend. She had an odd expression on her face. Satisfied, but also a look of worry.

“I... I'm so sorry Rarity. I don't know what came over me. You must hate me now. I don't blame you if you hate me. Do you hate me?”

Rarity was still breathing heavily, but actually smiled. “No, I don't hate you Fluttershy.”

“Really?” She suddenly started to look shy.

“Of course Fluttershy.” She pulled Fluttershy into a hug and stroked her withers and back. “You... You're going to be alright now?”

“I... I think so... I've never felt like that before.”

“Neither have I... I mean, I've been in heat, but I've never done anything before besides using my magic to help ease the urges.”

“Oh.” Was Fluttershy's response.

“You were my first...” She kissed Fluttershy's forehead. “I... I'm glad my first time was with you.”

“You are?”

“Yes, I am.” She moved a little but felt Fluttershy's leg rub against her. She winced a little, some drool dripping from her mouth. “I don't think we're clear yet...”

Fluttershy surprised Rarity as she took top position again, pinning Rarity's forelegs down with her hooves. “Again.” Not a request, but a demand as she took control. This time as she rubbed, she tried some different hip movements, circling and rubbing a little deeper together.

“You are being CRUEL now.” Rarity cried, her back arching as new pleasure flooded through her.

Fluttershy grinned and lowered her muzzle next to Rarity's ear, then licked it.

Rarity shuddered from that light touch, and again as she felt something new. Teeth clamping down on her ear, not enough to cause injury, but it hurt a little. Somehow, that little bit of pain with the waves of pleasure felt wonderful.

“No more...” She gasped.

“Nuh uh. Fluttershy lifted her head and looked into Rarity's eyes. “Mama's not done yet.” She licked Rarity's horn, slow, wrapping her tongue around it.

Rarity's horn sparked a little, some magic 'spurting' from the tip, the light blue magic 'splashing' up the side of Fluttershy's face.

“You naughty filly you. Mama's going to have to teach you a lesson.”

Rarity blinked. (Wait... what's going on? Fluttershy isn't like this.) She suddenly realized her shy friend was taking the definitely dominant roll in these activities. She gasped a little, more in surprise as Fluttershy shifted positions on top, thrusting her dripping area into Rarity's face.

“Lick me.” Fluttershy commanded, her tone full of husky confidence. She pressed herself down, and moaned as Rarity obliged. The sensation of tongue licking her was just as good as the second bout of grinding. She brought her head down and got a good look at Rarity's perfect plot.

Fluttershy inhaled slowly through her nose, breathing in the wonderful scent. It made her mind a little dizzy, but did not stop her from wrapping her lips around Rarity's soft lower lips. Her tongue sliding between the hot flesh.

Rarity and Fluttershy explored each other, learning from the others reactions where they really enjoyed certain 'interactions' between differing parts.

Fluttershy suddenly climbed off Rarity, standing over her. “Mama has an idea.” She smiled hungrily. “Stand up and stay there.”

Rarity did as commanded. She watched as Fluttershy vanished into he kitchen, only to return moments later with a shucked cob or corn.

“Wh... what are you going to do with that?” Rarity asked nervously.

“You're going to eat it.”

“Oh... is that all?” She felt relieved.

“Oh no, not like normal.” Fluttershy gripped the cob of corn between her thighs and mounted Rarity. She thrust forward, pushing a good half of the cob into Rarity.

Rarity's eyes went so wide. She knew this should be wrong, oh so wrong, but it felt SOOO good. Her forelegs fell out from under her, allowing Fluttershy to take a better position atop her.

Fluttershy thrust her hips, effectively rutting Rarity with a piece of food. She bit down onto the back of Rarity's neck, hard, but not hard enough to draw blood.

Rarity added a sharp gasp to her already existing gasps and moans.

“Want Mama to rut you harder?” Rarity whispered through her clenched teeth.

“Y.. Yes.”

“What was that? I couldn't hear you.”

“Rarity wants to be rutted harder.” She gasped out louder.

“Scream it for me.”

“RUT ME HARDER!!!” Rarity screamed.

Fluttershy obliged by biting a little harder and was now pounding her dear friend from behind. The feeling of dominance, it was giving Fluttershy such a rush. The cob of corn between her legs was stimulating her as well, but nowhere near as much as what she was stimulating the unicorn, who was going through multiple orgasms.

Rarity could feel her hind legs starting to give out, but a sudden slap on her cutie mark from Fluttershy's hoof made her hold still. The sharp slap had stung, but was followed by a wave of increased pleasure. She gasped at the slap, and drooled even more from the increasing waves of ecstasy.

“Oh, you liked that?” Fluttershy slapped the flank again, a little harder.

Rarity let out a small scream of delight, then felt her legs completely give out from a massive orgasm.

Fluttershy collapsed atop Rarity, her thighs loosing their grip on the cob of corn, which was half buried inside Rarity. She then rolled off her friend and they lay next to each other, gasping for breath.

“I... I think my heat just got put out...” Rarity smiled as she used what magic she could to pull out the dripping cob of corn.

“Me... me too.” Fluttershy whispered. “I... I didn't hurt you, did I?”

“Oh no, not enough for it to really hurt.” Rarity let out a content sigh as her eyes closed. She fell asleep next to Fluttershy, who fell asleep with her shortly after.
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Angel had watched the whole thing, his eyes wide in a combination of shock, awe, and pride. His Fluttershy had finally learned not to be so shy anymore.
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To Be Continued...
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