Springby skeletondanceChaptersNeedTwo for the price of onePreyNeedI watch Discord as he sits by the open window. He has a book in his hands, which he is reading upside down. Discord insists that reading upside down is more comfortable. He says that reading in the "normal, boring, upright" manner hurts his eyes. Sometimes he uses his magic to mix the words up on the page, and reads that way. It's like he enjoys making things more complicated and challenging. Discord is intelligent. Not in the conventional way like Twilight Sparkle, but it's intelligence nonetheless. He's very absorbed in his book, and for what seems like the umpteenth time in the past week, I catch myself staring at his intense look. Because lately I've been looking at him in an entirely different way, and I wish those intense eyes were running over my body instead. I'm a mare and I have needs. The other night I rubbed against my bedsheets in frustration while I thought of his lips on my coat. I go through heat every year in Spring, but though I've had casual coltfriends (like most mares in the Spring), I've never had a male living in my house with me before and I can't stop thinking about him. The smell of his fur, a raise of his eyebrow, even the brainy way he studies his book. Everything makes me think of mating with him. I know it's not just the Spring though. Springtime IS exacerbating things, but my attraction to Discord started a while back. His intelligence was one of the reasons, but he's also funny and brave and though he might not display it to others willingly, very kind to me. But more than that. He understands me. Discord looks up from his book. "You okay, Flutters?" No. Only yes, because you're here. Only no, because we aren't tangled up together and kissing every inch of each other. I manage to stop myself from whimpering at the thought. Then I clear my throat and say "Um, yes. I was just thinking." "Oh?" Oh god, I wasn't expecting him to be interested in what I was thinking! Except I should be by now. It's one of the reasons my heart skips a beat when he's around me. He always wants to hear what I have to say. My mind frantically searches for something to say. "Is it about what we discussed last week?" he says. Oh. That. I had been feeling a little bit insecure about my looks again. I guess it comes with the territory when you're socially awkward, but sometimes I can't help it. I wish I was confident like Discord. "Fluttershy, you know you're gorgeous," he says. But I don't, and I tell him so. "Fluttershy, by any stallion's and probably a few mare's standards, you are pretty. You were a model after all." Oh, he's speaking in a way that implies asthetics, not attraction. I should have known. I try again, and seemingly unbidden from my mouth come the words, "But do you find me pretty?" Oh dear Celestia. But he only looks puzzled. "I just said I did didn't I?" "I mean..." Oh no, I don't know what to say. I suddenly feel flustered and can feel a blush spreading across my face. The ache I feel hasn't gone away and I feel as if the entire world can read my thoughts. "You shouldn't worry about whether or not a stallion wants you, especially now. I know mares can become...impassioned during the Spring." "Oh." He put his book down. "Which is why it's likely a good idea if I left you alone for a few days. I don't want my presense to make you feel uncomfortable. You..." Whatever he was about to say, I'll never know, because I've pressed my lips against his. I feel his entire body stiffen with surprise. I run my hoof down his face as I deepen the kiss. He relaxes a bit but I notice he doesn't return it. Oh no, what if he isn't into this? I've just embarrassed the hell out of myself, I know it. I pull away and look at the ground, the blush on my face deepening. "Um...I'm sorry," I squeak. There's a pause then I feel Discord's hands parting my mane and he looks into my eyes. "Don't be sorry, Fluttershy. I'm not sorry. I just know you're not yourself right now. I don't want you to do anything you'd regret." Regret? I'm pretty sure I wouldn't regret any of what I'm aching to do. "I...I really don't think I would regret it." There's a silence hanging over the room. I wince then say "I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry to put you on the spot like this. I bet you haven't even thought about it before today...I..." He puts his eagle hand on my cheek and tilts my head up. "Of course I have," he says. "I'm neither blind nor an idiot, but there's more to it than that." I feel my breath hitch. "I...have feelings for you, Fluttershy. I would really, really like to do what you're asking me to do with you but once again, I don't want you to do anything you might later regret." "As I said, I really don't think I'd regret it." "Iiiiii...might not be so attractive to you once your cycle is over." He's so very, very wrong, and I can't help but feel frustrated that he doesn't believe I could be attracted to him. My attraction to him started way before my cycle. I nuzzle his face gently. We both know during the Spring, mating takes on a more urgent edge. All sorts of naughty thoughts are running through my head regarding Discord. Thoughts I wouldn't normally think during a normal time of year, even with my attraction. But then that makes it all the more exciting. "I want it to be you," I say. My breath tickles his ear. He swallows hard. "Fluttershy, how do you know that's not just your hormones talking?" "Because I have feelings for you too." I listen to the soft gasp he utters and nip his ear. "I want you," I say, and I run my hoof gently along his lion arm. He shivers. "I want you too," he whispers. I kiss him and this time he returns the pressure. I open my mouth a fraction and his tongue slides in. All of a sudden we are walking backwards and then he has my back up against the wall as both his palms cradle my flank,and he lifts me up and crushes his lips against mine. I wrap my hind legs around his body. He begins to nibble gently at my neck and it sends shivers of pleasure from the area his lips and teeth are exploring down to the area between my legs. I whimper in response to the feeling. "Fluttershy," he sighs deeply. I can feel his length against the inside of my thigh. He's already hard.If we're not careful this might go too fast. "May...maybe we should go to the bedroom," I gasp as his teeth nip my neck again. "Good thinking, but I have a better idea" he says. With a snap of his fingers we're outside in a grassy, sunny forest clearing. It's very warm outside. The smell of flowers and sunshine fills my nose. Dragonflies flutter overhead. "I figure this is a springtime thing, so...outside might be best?" He's right. The warm sun on my coat and the fresh air makes me feel wilder. I lie back on the grass, my hair pooling out around me. The feel of the cool grass against my back and flank is sensual. I stretch out instinctively. Discord is watching me. I open my arms to him and he falls into them, and resumes kissing me passionately. He's running lines of kisses from my throat to my belly and back up again. My body aches for him to go lower. His lips always stop a fraction of an inch away from the part of my body that has ached with heat for days. He's teasing me, and I know it. All of a sudden I moan and flip over onto my belly. Instinctively I've arched my back and moved my tail to the side. "Not yet, Fluttershy," he whispers in my ear. "I want this to be good for you." He gently flips me over onto my back again. I whimper a little. I want him so very badly. What does he mean by "good for me" when I want him now? He starts the trail of kisses down my body again, except this time his muzzle stops just above my aching need. Then he goes lower, still not quite touching me. His face is inches away and he inhales my scent, closing his eyes as he does so. I must admit the sight is very erotic. Then I feel his soft muzzle press up against my marehood and his tongue gently licks me along my slit. A high pitched cry emerges from my throat. He places his paw and talon on each of my thighs and gently pushes, parting my legs to give himself better access. Then he pushes his tongue inside me. It feels amazing. I've never had this done for me before. When I've had coltfriends, they are usually on me from the moment I've arched my back and moved my tail. Discord is taking his time, exploring me with his mouth and tongue. He finds my bud and gently kisses it. I shiver with want. I feel his mouth close over it as he pushes a paw digit inside me. Oh, oh this feels so good. I can feel his breathing speed up as I start to make louder noises. I can't help it, it feels so hot and amazing. Discord has a big advantage through not being a pony- dexterous fingers. His mouth isn't bad either. The fact that he isn't a pony would surely horrify my mother. Throughout my life my mother has disapproved of many things I've done: living on the ground, living alone, wanting to look after hurt or stray animals. She certainly threw a fit when she found out the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony was staying in my house. "We're just friends, Mother," I had said honestly at the time. But as time went on I started to feel excited and happy whenever I was around Discord. Then my body started feeling excited too. Right now though, I want to give in to all my girlish fantasies and have him buck me. The fact that so many people, my mother included would not approve of my choice of sexual partner makes it feel forbidden and exciting. I moan underneath him. I know my hormones are playing a large part in these thoughts. I don't care--I'm being eaten out by someone most people would consider a bad boy, and I like it. He pushes his snout up against my bud and licks deeply. His goatee is tickling my flank as he works. The feeling of his muzzle pressed against me combined with his tongue and finger moving in and out of me makes my body start to tense up, and I know I'm close. Discord presses his face against me and sucks my bud and suddenly I feel like a hot, liquid warmth is spreading through me. It feels hot, and sharp and I can feel days of tension drain away from me as I experience my first orgasm of the afternoon. I'm screaming so loudly now I'm glad we are out here alone. Discord's tongue swirls around inside me, drinking my pleasure. He sits back. His eyes run over me greedily, taking in the sight of me lying there with my legs spread and my face flushed. "My, my," he purrs. His voice is enough to send the aching need back to between my thighs. I roll over onto my belly again. "I want you," I whisper, giving him a look over my shoulder that would have said that anyway. I feel him nip my neck, asking permission (as if he needs to! I ache so bad!) I move my tail to the side as I feel him press up against my flank. The action makes him moan softly. "Please," I say. I feel his tip against my opening, then his hands grip me around my waist and his hard length slides into me. He takes his time, moving in slowly, until he's up to the hilt. "Oh, god, Fluttershy" he groans. I'm whimpering now. I feel him pull back then he thrusts back inside me. He's sliding in and out very easily. It's no surprise at how slick I am. I've been turned on for days, and now the object of my desire is inside me. I move back against him in response and he growls, a rumbling sound that I find extremely erotic. Suddenly he pulls out and takes a deep breath. "Is something wrong?" I ask. "Goodness, no Fluttershy. I just...nearly..." I realize what he's saying. "Oh..." "Yeah. I don't want to finish before you do," he chuckles. Then he whispers in my ear, his eyes half lidded: "Can't really blame me though. Pretty sure it's the ultimate fantasy of most stallions to have an amazing, beautiful mare like you wet and writhing on the end of them." The last few words are practically a husky purr and a little cry escapes my throat at the effect his words are having on me. I know we're both being driven by each other's pheremones, but I also trust him completely and the saucy talk is intoxicating. "Fluttershy," he continues to whisper softly in my ear in that voice that makes me weak at the knees. "I want you from the front." I nod my approval. He gently turns me over, spreads my legs and re enters me in one thrust. As he moves, one of pads of his paw digits is moving in downward strokes across my marehood. Discord has solved the problem. Each light stroke sends shivers through my body as he pumps in and out of me. I wrap all four legs around him, pulling him closer. I want him so badly it seems almost crazy. Right now I feel like he could do anything he wanted to me, so I'm very glad he's being a considerate and gentle lover. However, I feel like being a bit of a bad girl right now, especially after his words about me writhing on him. I move my lips close to his ear and whisper huskily "describe how I feel." He groans against my neck as he continues to pump. "Amazing," he says. "Silky...wet," his breathing becomes more and more ragged with each word. His eyes are closed with pleasure. "...hot...gggh..." I realize he's trying not to come too fast again, and the fact that I'm causing him to struggle to get the words out is enough to send me over the edge and I wrap my hind legs around him as I feel the inner walls of my pussy pulsate and squeeze around his hard length. I scream in pleasure as the waves of my orgasm crash over me. Days and days of frustration come pouring out of me. "...tight," he winces against my neck, his paw now moving over the curves of my flank. "Oh god, Fluttershy. I'm close." The bad girl in me hasn't finished. There's one more fantasy I want to indulge in. We are outside in nature in the springtime, after all. "So come closer," I whisper. "After all, I'm just a naughty little prey animal." That does it. His thrusts speed up and become deeper and harder and he cries out and growls as he empties himself into me, hot and liquid. The thrusting is enough to extend my own orgasm and I join him in ecstasy. He nibbles my neck at the end of his orgasm and I sigh happily. We lie there listening to the bird song and trying to catch our breath. Finally Discord leans up on his paw and looks down at me. His eyes are franctically searching my face. I realize he's still worried about me regretting our intimacy. I kiss him on the snout gently, then say "Not only do I not regret a thing, and not only was that amazing, but I'm pretty sure that was the best sex I've ever had." He grins down at me in joy. I continue: "And I want you to stay with me throughout the entire cycle. And...if you want to, maybe longer?" He nuzzles my cheek. "Flutters, I'll stay until you tell me to go away again." He cradles me in his arms and kisses me on the forehead, then he snaps his fingers. We are near a running stream and Discord puts me down in it and begins to wash me off. I am surprised and delighted at the tender gesture. Whenever I've been with a coltfriend through my cycle they've often gotten down to it then they were out the door, even if we were dating. I couldn't help but feel a little bit lonely and almost dirty about the fact that I'd been abandoned. Now that I'm older I realize that said more about them than it did about me. Discord gently pours water over me, affection in his eyes the whole time. As he runs his eagle talon through my wet mane, he says quietly, "you know I love you, right Fluttershy?" I close my eyes and smile, then I say "then you must know I love you too." He finishes washing me off, then conjures up a big fluffy towel and wraps me in it, drying me off and wrapping me in his arms. Then we've teleported to my bed and are lying facing each other. He kisses my forehead again, then nuzzles under my neck and rests his head on my chest, his lion paw around my middle. Soon I can tell he's asleep from his steady breathing, and a few minutes later, I join him as the Springtime dusk sets in. Two for the price of oneIt's been a week since our first mating. Spring is an odd one. Ponies that are normally shy and reserved like Fluttershy are suddenly driven by base lust and as a result, all the things they've been repressing, all the dirty fantasies come to the surface. Oh, it's always the quiet ones! Mares become incredibly driven by the heat instinct and are far more likely to seek out a stallion. Let's just say there are a lot of house calls in Spring. The heat cycle can be almost painful for mares. They have such need to be with a stallion, sometimes over and over for days on end and up to two weeks in some cases that they might mate with more than one stallion. Obviously all parties should discuss this in advance so there are no hard feelings when Spring Fever abates, but unfortunately it doesn't always work out that way. Sorry to say most of the bad behaviour comes from the male's side. There are some stallions that agree to mate with one mare then leave her in the lurch once they've gotten their rocks off. They usually leave because they know there are an abundance of horny ladies out there during this time of year and they want to mate with as many of them as they can. There's nothing wrong with multiple matings with multiple partners. What pisses me off is stallions abandoning a mare they agreed to stay with throughout the cycle and leaving her to whimper in sexual frustration as her heat rampages through her. Not only that, but mares are so single-minded with regards to mating that they struggle to look after themselves, and often forget to eat and bathe. And there's no one there to help them through it. It's cruel. I may not be a saint, but I do have some standards, and stallions who do that anger me. Besides, staying with a mare and pleasuring her until she's satisfied definitely has many benefits. You get to watch a mare act out her most carnal desires on you, and she can get hornier and hornier with each mating. We've already acted out Fluttershy's prey animal fantasy, where I chased her round the house until I caught her then bucked her on the kitchen table. The sound of a wounded animal and a mare in heat climaxing are almost indistinguishable. I love pleasing her. And the thing of it is, we are enjoying ourselves, we are acting out dirty fantasies, but we are also deeply in love with each other, and though I'll never admit it to the guys down at the old watering hole, the feeling of loving her and being loved in return makes our mating so much sweeter. One morning she takes me to one side and tells me that I've done so much to please her that she wants to hear what I would like to do. "It's been all about my fantasies, not yours." I play with a lock of her hair. "Well it's not like you had to hold a fire-breathing dragon to my head to make me do them, my dear" I say. "To say that I've enjoyed you acting out your fantasies is a bit of an understatement." Even now, even after all we've done, I still manage to make her blush. "Yes...but. I want to. I want to please you because I enjoy it." I told you, look after a mare's desires and you'll likely get a lot more than you bargained for. "So tell me," she says, her gorgeous teal eyes looking at me hungrily. "What do you fantisize about doing with me?" I think for a minute, back to before I knew about Fluttershy's feelings for me. I used to go into the woods and rub myself with my paw as I thought about her. One of those fantasies was... A wicked grin breaks out on my face. I lean forward towards her ear. "I want to watch you pleasure yourself," I whisper. She looks confused. "Oh, well of course I could do that again..." "No, you misunderstand me," I say. "I want to watch you, pleasure yourself." From the look on her face the penny drops, and she smiles seductively at me. She lightly runs her hoof over my lion arm and says in a coy voice "Oh, well...what would you have me do to me, exactly?" I shiver when I remember what she said to me a few days ago--that the sound of my voice describing things I wanted to do to her or how she felt turned her on. I suspect that's going to part of the activities this time, so I lean towards her ear and whisper "I want to watch you eat yourself out." The little sound that comes from Fluttershy's throat makes my cock twitch. I chuckle. "I take it that's okay with you? Please tell me if it's not. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." In response she kisses me and slides her tongue into my mouth, then she pulls back and says "I'm ready." I snap my fingers and suddenly there are two Fluttershys sitting on the bed next to me, both stunningly beautiful. "Well, well," I say. They both smile coquettishly at me then lean towards each other, lips parting and then they are kissing passionately in front of me. My cock is already rock hard at the sight. Fluttershy moves her hoof down over the facsimile of herself's smooth belly, then reaches the area between her legs. Suddenly she cries out and pulls back in surprise. "Oh, yes," I chuckle. "I almost forgot to say. Anything that you do to yourself will be felt by both of you. After all, you are pleasuring yourself. I...hope that's okay? I thought it might make it more fun for you." In response, Fluttershy looks at her double and pushes her back against the pillows on the bed. She resumes kissing her on the mouth and her hoof continues to go south. This time she gently runs a circle over her double's marehood and they both moan into each other's mouths. I instinctively start stroking myself lightly. Top Fluttershy starts moving her lips down Bottom Fluttershy's neck. Every now again she'll twitch in response to the pleasure she's giving herself. I suspect she'll get used to it very fast. I watch with bated breath as Fluttershy moves her lips lower and lower down her double's body, until she's hovering just above her marehood. Then she leans in and licks herself. Her double melts against the pillows, her head thrown back as she moans and Fluttershy takes in a deep breath. I realize she's trying not to moan herself. She gives her counterpart's slit another lick. This time I hear her breathing hitch, but she decides to go for it and I watch her push her tongue in. "Oooh, Fluttershy." I growl at the sight. She looks over her shoulder at me, eyes half lidded. "Tell me what you want to see," she purrs. I stroke myself as I growl the words out: "I want to watch you eat that sweet pussy, and I want to see your flank in the air as you do it." She leans down again to take another lick, but pushes her rump high in the air as she does so, her tail swishing back and forth, teasing me. "Not that the view isn't lovely already," I say, "but I think there's one more thing we can improve on." I flip her tail to the side and now I have the perfect view of her, spread and open. Over the next few minutes, she puts on such a show for me: She pushes her tongue back inside her double's honey pot and rubs her muzzle over her bud, she licks out the sweet juices and laps at the inner walls. Her muzzle is coated with her own fluids and it's one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. The whole time she's doing this I can see her pussy twitch in response to the pleasure her own mouth is giving herself. Suddenly her breathing becomes more ragged and I can see the muscles in her flank tense up. Her body goes rigid, as does her doubles. The uncontrollable sounds coming from both their throats as she gives herself an orgasm are music to my filthy ears. I watch her shudder as she rides the wave, her displayed pussy twitching and tensing from her climax. I groan as I feel my balls ache in response to the beautiful sights and sounds. I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life. I reach out with my paw and run a digit over her wet slit. It glides over effortlessly. She's more than ready. I move in behind her, my paw and talon on either side of her on the bed. "Kiss yourself," I whisper in her ear. She shoves her tongue into her double's mouth and whimpers in pleasure. Both Fluttershys writhe beneath me as I line my cock up with the top Fluttershy's pussy lips. I place my paw on her flank and give it a squeeze as I enter her tight, silky heat. She makes a little sound in response that nearly has me cumming on the spot. I brace myself and try to steady my breath. I can't just blow my load right away. Focus, Discord, focus. But the sight of the two mares wriggling and whimpering beneath me is making it very hard. And yes, I mean that in every way you think I do. "Discord," Fluttershy whispers. "Yes?" I croak. "I want you to buck me and damn the consequences. This evening is about you. Take me." I moan softly then begin to move my hips. The feel of her slick, tight tunnel running across my cock is heavenly. I'm still not sure how I managed to be lucky enough to have this beautiful, sexy mare want to spend her heat cycle with me but I'm certainly not complaining. I grab her by the hips to give myself better access and grind my own hips into her flank, moving my cock in circles inside her. Both Fluttershys are moaning softly. The sounds spur me on and I start to pump more franctically, completely driven by base, animal lust. I feel her pump back against me, the walls of her sex gliding over my length. We are moving faster and faster, towards the point of no return. Suddenly Fluttershy clenches around me and I realize her orgasm is going to make me fall with her. I feel my balls tighten and my cock twitches and flares inside her when all of a sudden, Fluttershy moves off me. Before I can even say "what the--?" she cries out "On me, Discord. On me!" Oh dear chaos. What a dirty little mare. I love Spring. With a strangled groan my fluids pour out of me and I come all over Fluttershy's wings, back and flank. She gasps as it lands on her, and I realize she's still having an orgasm because she's rubbing her double's pussy. The force of my own orgasm makes me see spots before my eyes. I don't think I've ever cum that hard. That's the effect she has on me. If I wasn't immortal she'd be the death of me. I collapse on Fluttershy as she collapses on herself. All three of us are trying to catch our breath. As if that wasn't enough Fluttershy whispers silkily in my ear: "You didn't think that was the end, did you?" I look up at her in amazement, then both Fluttershy's are kissing me from right and left as I cry out from pleasure at the nips and kisses they are planting on my neck. Then they are grinding their wet openings against my body, making my fur sticky. Nothing in Playcolt is this good. I'm already growing hard again. I want to pleasure them both so badly. I know she said it was about me, but honestly nothing turns me on more than giving her pleasure. That's why I wanted to watch her do it to herself, so she would know how it felt. Then I realize what to do. "Fluttershy," I say, my voice uncontrollably husky. "Sit on my muzzle." She moves her body up to my face, swishes her tail to one side and lowers her slick opening onto my face. At the same time my paw and talon are squeezing the flank of the second Fluttershy as she lowers her opening onto my now very hard length. My tongue begins to work on Fluttershy's now drenched pussy. I lick out as much of her juicy sex as I can then go to work on her clit. At the same time my lower body is bucking the other Fluttershy. This time I'm taking it slow. I want to savour every inch of her slippery tunnel. I move in slow circles and from her cries she seems to like it. My tongue continues to lap at the inner walls of her pussy and from the way she's grinding into my face and her ragged breathing, I can tell it won't be long now. The Fluttershy riding my cock is starting to tense up too. I buck my hips a little harder in response and dart my tongue in and out of Fluttershy riding my face. She starts to grind harder into my face, then throws her head back and shouts "Buck me, Discord! Buck me, buck me, oooohhh please buck me." I pump harder and lick faster and I'm rewarded by Fluttershy drenching my muzzle with her fluids as she screams my name. I lick it up greedily. The second Fluttershy also comes, though I'm not sure whether it's from the efforts of my bucking hips or my tongue. As I said, whatever one Fluttershy feels the other Fluttershy feels too. The air is filled with the cries of two mares cumming loudly and I soon join them as I empty myself into the Fluttershy riding my hard length. Muzzle Fluttershy falls off my face onto a soft pillow while her double collapses onto my chest. I stroke her mane with my talon as we all try to catch our breath. "That was amazing," I moan. "You were wonderful", the Fluttershy nearest my head purrs. The second Fluttershy also makes a happy sound against my chest. I chuckle and snap my fingers, and once again there's only one Fluttershy, her mane damp against her forehead looking down at me. "Time to clean you up," I say, tenderly running my talon across her cheek. I somehow manage to lift her up without falling over (my legs are very shaky from the amazing sex we've just had). I conjure up a hot running bath and lower her into it. Taking a sponge, I gently wipe her wings and back, cleaning off the results of our mating. She sighs happily as I rub her shoulders. In a few more days her hormones and the pheremones she gives off will calm down, and as a result, so will mine. I'll stay with her. I'm so in love with her a plague of Tatzlworms couldn't keep me away. We'll still make love, but it will be calmer and gentler. Possibly much more romantic. If mares and stallions were the way they are in Spring all year round no one would have time to do anything else. But every year from now we'll have two weeks in Spring where we can act out our deepest desires. I kiss her cheek as I continue to wash her wings. I'm so glad it's her. PreyAuthor's Note Thought I'd write more about reading an article about female sexual fantasies. Enjoy. Prey A few years ago I was at Twilight's looking for some new books to read. I happened upon one with no title on its spine or cover, and decided to take a look. I flipped through the book casually, and then I saw a picture that made me stop flipping. The illustration was of a satyr pressing up a pegasus mare against a tree. He was clearly mating with her. Her head was thrown back. She looked like she could either be struggling to escape or in the throes of ecstasy. I nearly drop the book in surprise when I feel a sharp ache between my legs. I made my excuses to Twilight and left early. That night I used my vibrator on myself while I thought about satyrs ravishing me. I came so hard I had to bite my pillow to keep from screaming. It was a fantasy I couldn't stop using- hairy beasts violating my pretty coat. I was brought up to think mares were always supposed to be sweet and innocent and wait for a husband. Clearly there was something wrong with me. I was filled with shame and I knew I had to talk to someone about it eventually, so I went to Rarity. I was near tears when I confessed my shame. "Oh, darling," she soothed. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Did you know that the thought of being ravished is one of the most common fantasies mares have?" "It is?" "Yes. Of course we don't really want to be hurt. It's all a fantasy. I've been with stallions who were...rough but gentle. I know that sounds like a paradox, but it isn't. You want to be able to pretend but at the same time you want to have a good time. I read about it in a magazine-some mares like the thought of being so desired by a passionate male that he can't control himself. The only thing I would advise is if you ever act it out make sure it's with a partner you trust. Some stallions don't care about the line between fantasy and reality." I look at the ground. As if I'm ever going to find a partner who thinks I'm not weird for being turned on by this. Especially the satyr stuff. As if reading my mind, Rarity continues: "As for the satyr fantasies, satyrs are meant to represent male lust in mythology. Things like antlers and horns represent male virility. Maybe the thought of them drives you wild because you're beating yourself up about your own desire. You are a beautiful girl, Fluttershy. Don't hate your own desires." Discord isn't a satyr, but he is a horned beast with a goat leg. I wonder how much of that stuff about the subconcious is true. Whether it is or not, the thought of being bucked roughly by his lithe body makes me wet, and I don't feel shame. I feel like a desired, attractive mare, and my heat cycle is the perfect time to act this out. "Oh, you hot little honey," he groans, nibbling my neck, when I tell him of my plans while sitting on his lap. He has unsheathed and his hard length is pressed against the side of my flank. I stroke the side of his face. "So I take it you approve?" "Ugggh. Yes." "Well then, we need to work out some kind of safe word..." It's late afternoon when he comes home, and I'm in the living room, on the couch. My head is thrown back against the cushions as I explore my own body. I haven't entered myself with the vibrator. I'm lightly running it across my marehood, enjoying the sensation of teasing myself. All of a sudden Discord bursts through the door. I don't need to fake being startled, I actually am and I jump at the sound. He's there, looking me at me, his red eyes filled with lust as they rake over my body and the sight of the vibrator. He's on all fours, his head low to the ground, his shoulders prominent as his eagle claw and lion paw pad silently across the floor towards me. He's stalking me. It fills me with a dark thrill. I shriek and bolt out of the room. He's in pursuit already and I can feel his hot breath and the edges of his claws just missing my body by millimetres. I dodge him and turn, running towards the kitchen. All of a sudden I feel his weight on me and he's pushed me on my stomach, hard onto the kitchen table, his strong paw around my barrel. "Well, well," he purrs. I pretend to struggle, and his lion paw shifts. I can feel his paw underneath my belly, and its moving lower. I am surprised at how soft it feels when it reaches its destination. "Ohhhhh," I groan, biting my lower lip. "Hot little thing, aren't you?" he says roughly. I shiver in response. Discord pushes my mane to one side with his muzzle, exposing my neck. "Lift your tail," he growls, nibbling my neck with his sharp teeth. I keep it firmly between my rump as part of the game. "Fluttershy," he says forcefully. "You had better show me the goods, and you had better lift it high enough so that not only can I see that little wet honey pot, but your tight little tail hole too." I moan. He is such a dirty talker and it's making me leak with desire. "Now," he growls. I move my tail to the side and the rumbling coming from his throat at the sight of my reveal makes me burn and ache with need. I give a little gasp when I feel his quivering muzzle scenting me, then his tongue pushes into my soaked opening. "Oh, Discord!" I cry out. He nips my flank in response. "I guess you need some seeing to," he says gruffly. "Oh, yes. Yes!" "Very well. Lift your rump off the table." I do so, my tail still pressed to the side so he can see everything. The area around my tail is soaked. "Good," he says. "That's what I like to see. A mare who knows what she wants. So what do you want?" He runs a paw digit lightly over my damp slit, teasing me. "I want you." "Oh, that's not good enough. I think I need to hear more than that." "I want your cock." "Hmmm. I'll have to think about it." His teasing is driving me mad. The next thing I say surprises even me. "Discord, I want your hard dragon-horse cock inside me, and I want you to eat me out, and I want you to buck me until I can't walk straight!" Instantly his muzzle is pressed against my marehood again and his tongue probes deep inside, tasting me. I can hear the noises of him licking and sucking. Occassionally he hums with pleasure. As for me, I'm gasping and writhing and grinding against his face. I just want to be a bad, bad, dirty girl right now, and be as wet and spread as I can for him so his tongue can explore me. Eventually I scream his name as I orgasm and my juices coat his muzzle. He licks his lips. "I'm not done with you," he purrs in his velvety voice as I try to catch my breath. He flips me onto my back. "See, the thing is: You've been flashing your tail at me since I came to your cottage, and I think you might not realize that when you do that to a predator they can't resist." I give a soft little groan. "You've been a naughty mare. Very naughty, Fluttershy. I wonder how much of a pounding that little body of yours can take." His eyes burn with heat as he looks down at me. He looks like a dark yet attractive monster. A horned beast. I spread my legs for him and whisper "why don't we find out?" He's on me in a flash, and penetrates me with one thrust. I gasp at the roughness, but at the same time it feels good. He's already pounding away seconds after he's entered me. The fact that I've driven him to this point, that he desires me this much makes me have my second orgasm of the session almost instantly. He winces as he feels me squeeze his cock when I come. "So tight," he growls and the thought seems to make him pump even faster. He's filling me up to the hilt with each thrust. I'm so wet that this is no problem. His weight pushes and pulls me across the hard table with each movement of his hips. It only adds to my excitement. My wings are out on either side of me, my head tilted back over the edge of the table and I can feel his talons digging into my flank. Discord is an animal right now, and I wrap my hind legs around him as he sinks into me over and over, his cock invading the deepest parts of me. His ears are flattened against his head, his eyes tightly shut, his teeth gritted as he concentrates on nothing but sensation. Oh yes, I feel desired. It's hard not to feel sexy when I'm having this effect on a male. I think of the satyr taking his pegasus mare. "Harder!" I shout. He obeys and I writhe at the wild feel of his rough body raking over mine. I want to be violated, used, perhaps even bucked until I'm ruined for other stallions. And yet at the same time I know all those thoughts are a fantasy. I don't really want to be hurt, I just want to feel like I'm having a taste of danger. But this time I have a male who is helping me act it out in a safe enviornment. Just after my third orgasm, Discord groans loudly and I know he is close. "Oh, buck. Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy..." he says over and over. With a particularly hard thrust and a howl he empties his hot, liquid self into me. I moan and stretch out my body as he shivers the last of his pleasure and exits me with a soft pop. "Satyr," I say. It's the safe word. Now comes the lovely afterglow, and Discord in his usual caring post-coital fashion will run me a bath and cook me a meal. But first he kisses me on my cheek. "I suppose I kind of am," he grins.
NeedI watch Discord as he sits by the open window. He has a book in his hands, which he is reading upside down. Discord insists that reading upside down is more comfortable. He says that reading in the "normal, boring, upright" manner hurts his eyes. Sometimes he uses his magic to mix the words up on the page, and reads that way. It's like he enjoys making things more complicated and challenging. Discord is intelligent. Not in the conventional way like Twilight Sparkle, but it's intelligence nonetheless. He's very absorbed in his book, and for what seems like the umpteenth time in the past week, I catch myself staring at his intense look. Because lately I've been looking at him in an entirely different way, and I wish those intense eyes were running over my body instead. I'm a mare and I have needs. The other night I rubbed against my bedsheets in frustration while I thought of his lips on my coat. I go through heat every year in Spring, but though I've had casual coltfriends (like most mares in the Spring), I've never had a male living in my house with me before and I can't stop thinking about him. The smell of his fur, a raise of his eyebrow, even the brainy way he studies his book. Everything makes me think of mating with him. I know it's not just the Spring though. Springtime IS exacerbating things, but my attraction to Discord started a while back. His intelligence was one of the reasons, but he's also funny and brave and though he might not display it to others willingly, very kind to me. But more than that. He understands me. Discord looks up from his book. "You okay, Flutters?" No. Only yes, because you're here. Only no, because we aren't tangled up together and kissing every inch of each other. I manage to stop myself from whimpering at the thought. Then I clear my throat and say "Um, yes. I was just thinking." "Oh?" Oh god, I wasn't expecting him to be interested in what I was thinking! Except I should be by now. It's one of the reasons my heart skips a beat when he's around me. He always wants to hear what I have to say. My mind frantically searches for something to say. "Is it about what we discussed last week?" he says. Oh. That. I had been feeling a little bit insecure about my looks again. I guess it comes with the territory when you're socially awkward, but sometimes I can't help it. I wish I was confident like Discord. "Fluttershy, you know you're gorgeous," he says. But I don't, and I tell him so. "Fluttershy, by any stallion's and probably a few mare's standards, you are pretty. You were a model after all." Oh, he's speaking in a way that implies asthetics, not attraction. I should have known. I try again, and seemingly unbidden from my mouth come the words, "But do you find me pretty?" Oh dear Celestia. But he only looks puzzled. "I just said I did didn't I?" "I mean..." Oh no, I don't know what to say. I suddenly feel flustered and can feel a blush spreading across my face. The ache I feel hasn't gone away and I feel as if the entire world can read my thoughts. "You shouldn't worry about whether or not a stallion wants you, especially now. I know mares can become...impassioned during the Spring." "Oh." He put his book down. "Which is why it's likely a good idea if I left you alone for a few days. I don't want my presense to make you feel uncomfortable. You..." Whatever he was about to say, I'll never know, because I've pressed my lips against his. I feel his entire body stiffen with surprise. I run my hoof down his face as I deepen the kiss. He relaxes a bit but I notice he doesn't return it. Oh no, what if he isn't into this? I've just embarrassed the hell out of myself, I know it. I pull away and look at the ground, the blush on my face deepening. "Um...I'm sorry," I squeak. There's a pause then I feel Discord's hands parting my mane and he looks into my eyes. "Don't be sorry, Fluttershy. I'm not sorry. I just know you're not yourself right now. I don't want you to do anything you'd regret." Regret? I'm pretty sure I wouldn't regret any of what I'm aching to do. "I...I really don't think I would regret it." There's a silence hanging over the room. I wince then say "I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm sorry to put you on the spot like this. I bet you haven't even thought about it before today...I..." He puts his eagle hand on my cheek and tilts my head up. "Of course I have," he says. "I'm neither blind nor an idiot, but there's more to it than that." I feel my breath hitch. "I...have feelings for you, Fluttershy. I would really, really like to do what you're asking me to do with you but once again, I don't want you to do anything you might later regret." "As I said, I really don't think I'd regret it." "Iiiiii...might not be so attractive to you once your cycle is over." He's so very, very wrong, and I can't help but feel frustrated that he doesn't believe I could be attracted to him. My attraction to him started way before my cycle. I nuzzle his face gently. We both know during the Spring, mating takes on a more urgent edge. All sorts of naughty thoughts are running through my head regarding Discord. Thoughts I wouldn't normally think during a normal time of year, even with my attraction. But then that makes it all the more exciting. "I want it to be you," I say. My breath tickles his ear. He swallows hard. "Fluttershy, how do you know that's not just your hormones talking?" "Because I have feelings for you too." I listen to the soft gasp he utters and nip his ear. "I want you," I say, and I run my hoof gently along his lion arm. He shivers. "I want you too," he whispers. I kiss him and this time he returns the pressure. I open my mouth a fraction and his tongue slides in. All of a sudden we are walking backwards and then he has my back up against the wall as both his palms cradle my flank,and he lifts me up and crushes his lips against mine. I wrap my hind legs around his body. He begins to nibble gently at my neck and it sends shivers of pleasure from the area his lips and teeth are exploring down to the area between my legs. I whimper in response to the feeling. "Fluttershy," he sighs deeply. I can feel his length against the inside of my thigh. He's already hard.If we're not careful this might go too fast. "May...maybe we should go to the bedroom," I gasp as his teeth nip my neck again. "Good thinking, but I have a better idea" he says. With a snap of his fingers we're outside in a grassy, sunny forest clearing. It's very warm outside. The smell of flowers and sunshine fills my nose. Dragonflies flutter overhead. "I figure this is a springtime thing, so...outside might be best?" He's right. The warm sun on my coat and the fresh air makes me feel wilder. I lie back on the grass, my hair pooling out around me. The feel of the cool grass against my back and flank is sensual. I stretch out instinctively. Discord is watching me. I open my arms to him and he falls into them, and resumes kissing me passionately. He's running lines of kisses from my throat to my belly and back up again. My body aches for him to go lower. His lips always stop a fraction of an inch away from the part of my body that has ached with heat for days. He's teasing me, and I know it. All of a sudden I moan and flip over onto my belly. Instinctively I've arched my back and moved my tail to the side. "Not yet, Fluttershy," he whispers in my ear. "I want this to be good for you." He gently flips me over onto my back again. I whimper a little. I want him so very badly. What does he mean by "good for me" when I want him now? He starts the trail of kisses down my body again, except this time his muzzle stops just above my aching need. Then he goes lower, still not quite touching me. His face is inches away and he inhales my scent, closing his eyes as he does so. I must admit the sight is very erotic. Then I feel his soft muzzle press up against my marehood and his tongue gently licks me along my slit. A high pitched cry emerges from my throat. He places his paw and talon on each of my thighs and gently pushes, parting my legs to give himself better access. Then he pushes his tongue inside me. It feels amazing. I've never had this done for me before. When I've had coltfriends, they are usually on me from the moment I've arched my back and moved my tail. Discord is taking his time, exploring me with his mouth and tongue. He finds my bud and gently kisses it. I shiver with want. I feel his mouth close over it as he pushes a paw digit inside me. Oh, oh this feels so good. I can feel his breathing speed up as I start to make louder noises. I can't help it, it feels so hot and amazing. Discord has a big advantage through not being a pony- dexterous fingers. His mouth isn't bad either. The fact that he isn't a pony would surely horrify my mother. Throughout my life my mother has disapproved of many things I've done: living on the ground, living alone, wanting to look after hurt or stray animals. She certainly threw a fit when she found out the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony was staying in my house. "We're just friends, Mother," I had said honestly at the time. But as time went on I started to feel excited and happy whenever I was around Discord. Then my body started feeling excited too. Right now though, I want to give in to all my girlish fantasies and have him buck me. The fact that so many people, my mother included would not approve of my choice of sexual partner makes it feel forbidden and exciting. I moan underneath him. I know my hormones are playing a large part in these thoughts. I don't care--I'm being eaten out by someone most people would consider a bad boy, and I like it. He pushes his snout up against my bud and licks deeply. His goatee is tickling my flank as he works. The feeling of his muzzle pressed against me combined with his tongue and finger moving in and out of me makes my body start to tense up, and I know I'm close. Discord presses his face against me and sucks my bud and suddenly I feel like a hot, liquid warmth is spreading through me. It feels hot, and sharp and I can feel days of tension drain away from me as I experience my first orgasm of the afternoon. I'm screaming so loudly now I'm glad we are out here alone. Discord's tongue swirls around inside me, drinking my pleasure. He sits back. His eyes run over me greedily, taking in the sight of me lying there with my legs spread and my face flushed. "My, my," he purrs. His voice is enough to send the aching need back to between my thighs. I roll over onto my belly again. "I want you," I whisper, giving him a look over my shoulder that would have said that anyway. I feel him nip my neck, asking permission (as if he needs to! I ache so bad!) I move my tail to the side as I feel him press up against my flank. The action makes him moan softly. "Please," I say. I feel his tip against my opening, then his hands grip me around my waist and his hard length slides into me. He takes his time, moving in slowly, until he's up to the hilt. "Oh, god, Fluttershy" he groans. I'm whimpering now. I feel him pull back then he thrusts back inside me. He's sliding in and out very easily. It's no surprise at how slick I am. I've been turned on for days, and now the object of my desire is inside me. I move back against him in response and he growls, a rumbling sound that I find extremely erotic. Suddenly he pulls out and takes a deep breath. "Is something wrong?" I ask. "Goodness, no Fluttershy. I just...nearly..." I realize what he's saying. "Oh..." "Yeah. I don't want to finish before you do," he chuckles. Then he whispers in my ear, his eyes half lidded: "Can't really blame me though. Pretty sure it's the ultimate fantasy of most stallions to have an amazing, beautiful mare like you wet and writhing on the end of them." The last few words are practically a husky purr and a little cry escapes my throat at the effect his words are having on me. I know we're both being driven by each other's pheremones, but I also trust him completely and the saucy talk is intoxicating. "Fluttershy," he continues to whisper softly in my ear in that voice that makes me weak at the knees. "I want you from the front." I nod my approval. He gently turns me over, spreads my legs and re enters me in one thrust. As he moves, one of pads of his paw digits is moving in downward strokes across my marehood. Discord has solved the problem. Each light stroke sends shivers through my body as he pumps in and out of me. I wrap all four legs around him, pulling him closer. I want him so badly it seems almost crazy. Right now I feel like he could do anything he wanted to me, so I'm very glad he's being a considerate and gentle lover. However, I feel like being a bit of a bad girl right now, especially after his words about me writhing on him. I move my lips close to his ear and whisper huskily "describe how I feel." He groans against my neck as he continues to pump. "Amazing," he says. "Silky...wet," his breathing becomes more and more ragged with each word. His eyes are closed with pleasure. "...hot...gggh..." I realize he's trying not to come too fast again, and the fact that I'm causing him to struggle to get the words out is enough to send me over the edge and I wrap my hind legs around him as I feel the inner walls of my pussy pulsate and squeeze around his hard length. I scream in pleasure as the waves of my orgasm crash over me. Days and days of frustration come pouring out of me. "...tight," he winces against my neck, his paw now moving over the curves of my flank. "Oh god, Fluttershy. I'm close." The bad girl in me hasn't finished. There's one more fantasy I want to indulge in. We are outside in nature in the springtime, after all. "So come closer," I whisper. "After all, I'm just a naughty little prey animal." That does it. His thrusts speed up and become deeper and harder and he cries out and growls as he empties himself into me, hot and liquid. The thrusting is enough to extend my own orgasm and I join him in ecstasy. He nibbles my neck at the end of his orgasm and I sigh happily. We lie there listening to the bird song and trying to catch our breath. Finally Discord leans up on his paw and looks down at me. His eyes are franctically searching my face. I realize he's still worried about me regretting our intimacy. I kiss him on the snout gently, then say "Not only do I not regret a thing, and not only was that amazing, but I'm pretty sure that was the best sex I've ever had." He grins down at me in joy. I continue: "And I want you to stay with me throughout the entire cycle. And...if you want to, maybe longer?" He nuzzles my cheek. "Flutters, I'll stay until you tell me to go away again." He cradles me in his arms and kisses me on the forehead, then he snaps his fingers. We are near a running stream and Discord puts me down in it and begins to wash me off. I am surprised and delighted at the tender gesture. Whenever I've been with a coltfriend through my cycle they've often gotten down to it then they were out the door, even if we were dating. I couldn't help but feel a little bit lonely and almost dirty about the fact that I'd been abandoned. Now that I'm older I realize that said more about them than it did about me. Discord gently pours water over me, affection in his eyes the whole time. As he runs his eagle talon through my wet mane, he says quietly, "you know I love you, right Fluttershy?" I close my eyes and smile, then I say "then you must know I love you too." He finishes washing me off, then conjures up a big fluffy towel and wraps me in it, drying me off and wrapping me in his arms. Then we've teleported to my bed and are lying facing each other. He kisses my forehead again, then nuzzles under my neck and rests his head on my chest, his lion paw around my middle. Soon I can tell he's asleep from his steady breathing, and a few minutes later, I join him as the Springtime dusk sets in.
Two for the price of oneIt's been a week since our first mating. Spring is an odd one. Ponies that are normally shy and reserved like Fluttershy are suddenly driven by base lust and as a result, all the things they've been repressing, all the dirty fantasies come to the surface. Oh, it's always the quiet ones! Mares become incredibly driven by the heat instinct and are far more likely to seek out a stallion. Let's just say there are a lot of house calls in Spring. The heat cycle can be almost painful for mares. They have such need to be with a stallion, sometimes over and over for days on end and up to two weeks in some cases that they might mate with more than one stallion. Obviously all parties should discuss this in advance so there are no hard feelings when Spring Fever abates, but unfortunately it doesn't always work out that way. Sorry to say most of the bad behaviour comes from the male's side. There are some stallions that agree to mate with one mare then leave her in the lurch once they've gotten their rocks off. They usually leave because they know there are an abundance of horny ladies out there during this time of year and they want to mate with as many of them as they can. There's nothing wrong with multiple matings with multiple partners. What pisses me off is stallions abandoning a mare they agreed to stay with throughout the cycle and leaving her to whimper in sexual frustration as her heat rampages through her. Not only that, but mares are so single-minded with regards to mating that they struggle to look after themselves, and often forget to eat and bathe. And there's no one there to help them through it. It's cruel. I may not be a saint, but I do have some standards, and stallions who do that anger me. Besides, staying with a mare and pleasuring her until she's satisfied definitely has many benefits. You get to watch a mare act out her most carnal desires on you, and she can get hornier and hornier with each mating. We've already acted out Fluttershy's prey animal fantasy, where I chased her round the house until I caught her then bucked her on the kitchen table. The sound of a wounded animal and a mare in heat climaxing are almost indistinguishable. I love pleasing her. And the thing of it is, we are enjoying ourselves, we are acting out dirty fantasies, but we are also deeply in love with each other, and though I'll never admit it to the guys down at the old watering hole, the feeling of loving her and being loved in return makes our mating so much sweeter. One morning she takes me to one side and tells me that I've done so much to please her that she wants to hear what I would like to do. "It's been all about my fantasies, not yours." I play with a lock of her hair. "Well it's not like you had to hold a fire-breathing dragon to my head to make me do them, my dear" I say. "To say that I've enjoyed you acting out your fantasies is a bit of an understatement." Even now, even after all we've done, I still manage to make her blush. "Yes...but. I want to. I want to please you because I enjoy it." I told you, look after a mare's desires and you'll likely get a lot more than you bargained for. "So tell me," she says, her gorgeous teal eyes looking at me hungrily. "What do you fantisize about doing with me?" I think for a minute, back to before I knew about Fluttershy's feelings for me. I used to go into the woods and rub myself with my paw as I thought about her. One of those fantasies was... A wicked grin breaks out on my face. I lean forward towards her ear. "I want to watch you pleasure yourself," I whisper. She looks confused. "Oh, well of course I could do that again..." "No, you misunderstand me," I say. "I want to watch you, pleasure yourself." From the look on her face the penny drops, and she smiles seductively at me. She lightly runs her hoof over my lion arm and says in a coy voice "Oh, well...what would you have me do to me, exactly?" I shiver when I remember what she said to me a few days ago--that the sound of my voice describing things I wanted to do to her or how she felt turned her on. I suspect that's going to part of the activities this time, so I lean towards her ear and whisper "I want to watch you eat yourself out." The little sound that comes from Fluttershy's throat makes my cock twitch. I chuckle. "I take it that's okay with you? Please tell me if it's not. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." In response she kisses me and slides her tongue into my mouth, then she pulls back and says "I'm ready." I snap my fingers and suddenly there are two Fluttershys sitting on the bed next to me, both stunningly beautiful. "Well, well," I say. They both smile coquettishly at me then lean towards each other, lips parting and then they are kissing passionately in front of me. My cock is already rock hard at the sight. Fluttershy moves her hoof down over the facsimile of herself's smooth belly, then reaches the area between her legs. Suddenly she cries out and pulls back in surprise. "Oh, yes," I chuckle. "I almost forgot to say. Anything that you do to yourself will be felt by both of you. After all, you are pleasuring yourself. I...hope that's okay? I thought it might make it more fun for you." In response, Fluttershy looks at her double and pushes her back against the pillows on the bed. She resumes kissing her on the mouth and her hoof continues to go south. This time she gently runs a circle over her double's marehood and they both moan into each other's mouths. I instinctively start stroking myself lightly. Top Fluttershy starts moving her lips down Bottom Fluttershy's neck. Every now again she'll twitch in response to the pleasure she's giving herself. I suspect she'll get used to it very fast. I watch with bated breath as Fluttershy moves her lips lower and lower down her double's body, until she's hovering just above her marehood. Then she leans in and licks herself. Her double melts against the pillows, her head thrown back as she moans and Fluttershy takes in a deep breath. I realize she's trying not to moan herself. She gives her counterpart's slit another lick. This time I hear her breathing hitch, but she decides to go for it and I watch her push her tongue in. "Oooh, Fluttershy." I growl at the sight. She looks over her shoulder at me, eyes half lidded. "Tell me what you want to see," she purrs. I stroke myself as I growl the words out: "I want to watch you eat that sweet pussy, and I want to see your flank in the air as you do it." She leans down again to take another lick, but pushes her rump high in the air as she does so, her tail swishing back and forth, teasing me. "Not that the view isn't lovely already," I say, "but I think there's one more thing we can improve on." I flip her tail to the side and now I have the perfect view of her, spread and open. Over the next few minutes, she puts on such a show for me: She pushes her tongue back inside her double's honey pot and rubs her muzzle over her bud, she licks out the sweet juices and laps at the inner walls. Her muzzle is coated with her own fluids and it's one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. The whole time she's doing this I can see her pussy twitch in response to the pleasure her own mouth is giving herself. Suddenly her breathing becomes more ragged and I can see the muscles in her flank tense up. Her body goes rigid, as does her doubles. The uncontrollable sounds coming from both their throats as she gives herself an orgasm are music to my filthy ears. I watch her shudder as she rides the wave, her displayed pussy twitching and tensing from her climax. I groan as I feel my balls ache in response to the beautiful sights and sounds. I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life. I reach out with my paw and run a digit over her wet slit. It glides over effortlessly. She's more than ready. I move in behind her, my paw and talon on either side of her on the bed. "Kiss yourself," I whisper in her ear. She shoves her tongue into her double's mouth and whimpers in pleasure. Both Fluttershys writhe beneath me as I line my cock up with the top Fluttershy's pussy lips. I place my paw on her flank and give it a squeeze as I enter her tight, silky heat. She makes a little sound in response that nearly has me cumming on the spot. I brace myself and try to steady my breath. I can't just blow my load right away. Focus, Discord, focus. But the sight of the two mares wriggling and whimpering beneath me is making it very hard. And yes, I mean that in every way you think I do. "Discord," Fluttershy whispers. "Yes?" I croak. "I want you to buck me and damn the consequences. This evening is about you. Take me." I moan softly then begin to move my hips. The feel of her slick, tight tunnel running across my cock is heavenly. I'm still not sure how I managed to be lucky enough to have this beautiful, sexy mare want to spend her heat cycle with me but I'm certainly not complaining. I grab her by the hips to give myself better access and grind my own hips into her flank, moving my cock in circles inside her. Both Fluttershys are moaning softly. The sounds spur me on and I start to pump more franctically, completely driven by base, animal lust. I feel her pump back against me, the walls of her sex gliding over my length. We are moving faster and faster, towards the point of no return. Suddenly Fluttershy clenches around me and I realize her orgasm is going to make me fall with her. I feel my balls tighten and my cock twitches and flares inside her when all of a sudden, Fluttershy moves off me. Before I can even say "what the--?" she cries out "On me, Discord. On me!" Oh dear chaos. What a dirty little mare. I love Spring. With a strangled groan my fluids pour out of me and I come all over Fluttershy's wings, back and flank. She gasps as it lands on her, and I realize she's still having an orgasm because she's rubbing her double's pussy. The force of my own orgasm makes me see spots before my eyes. I don't think I've ever cum that hard. That's the effect she has on me. If I wasn't immortal she'd be the death of me. I collapse on Fluttershy as she collapses on herself. All three of us are trying to catch our breath. As if that wasn't enough Fluttershy whispers silkily in my ear: "You didn't think that was the end, did you?" I look up at her in amazement, then both Fluttershy's are kissing me from right and left as I cry out from pleasure at the nips and kisses they are planting on my neck. Then they are grinding their wet openings against my body, making my fur sticky. Nothing in Playcolt is this good. I'm already growing hard again. I want to pleasure them both so badly. I know she said it was about me, but honestly nothing turns me on more than giving her pleasure. That's why I wanted to watch her do it to herself, so she would know how it felt. Then I realize what to do. "Fluttershy," I say, my voice uncontrollably husky. "Sit on my muzzle." She moves her body up to my face, swishes her tail to one side and lowers her slick opening onto my face. At the same time my paw and talon are squeezing the flank of the second Fluttershy as she lowers her opening onto my now very hard length. My tongue begins to work on Fluttershy's now drenched pussy. I lick out as much of her juicy sex as I can then go to work on her clit. At the same time my lower body is bucking the other Fluttershy. This time I'm taking it slow. I want to savour every inch of her slippery tunnel. I move in slow circles and from her cries she seems to like it. My tongue continues to lap at the inner walls of her pussy and from the way she's grinding into my face and her ragged breathing, I can tell it won't be long now. The Fluttershy riding my cock is starting to tense up too. I buck my hips a little harder in response and dart my tongue in and out of Fluttershy riding my face. She starts to grind harder into my face, then throws her head back and shouts "Buck me, Discord! Buck me, buck me, oooohhh please buck me." I pump harder and lick faster and I'm rewarded by Fluttershy drenching my muzzle with her fluids as she screams my name. I lick it up greedily. The second Fluttershy also comes, though I'm not sure whether it's from the efforts of my bucking hips or my tongue. As I said, whatever one Fluttershy feels the other Fluttershy feels too. The air is filled with the cries of two mares cumming loudly and I soon join them as I empty myself into the Fluttershy riding my hard length. Muzzle Fluttershy falls off my face onto a soft pillow while her double collapses onto my chest. I stroke her mane with my talon as we all try to catch our breath. "That was amazing," I moan. "You were wonderful", the Fluttershy nearest my head purrs. The second Fluttershy also makes a happy sound against my chest. I chuckle and snap my fingers, and once again there's only one Fluttershy, her mane damp against her forehead looking down at me. "Time to clean you up," I say, tenderly running my talon across her cheek. I somehow manage to lift her up without falling over (my legs are very shaky from the amazing sex we've just had). I conjure up a hot running bath and lower her into it. Taking a sponge, I gently wipe her wings and back, cleaning off the results of our mating. She sighs happily as I rub her shoulders. In a few more days her hormones and the pheremones she gives off will calm down, and as a result, so will mine. I'll stay with her. I'm so in love with her a plague of Tatzlworms couldn't keep me away. We'll still make love, but it will be calmer and gentler. Possibly much more romantic. If mares and stallions were the way they are in Spring all year round no one would have time to do anything else. But every year from now we'll have two weeks in Spring where we can act out our deepest desires. I kiss her cheek as I continue to wash her wings. I'm so glad it's her.
PreyAuthor's Note Thought I'd write more about reading an article about female sexual fantasies. Enjoy. Prey A few years ago I was at Twilight's looking for some new books to read. I happened upon one with no title on its spine or cover, and decided to take a look. I flipped through the book casually, and then I saw a picture that made me stop flipping. The illustration was of a satyr pressing up a pegasus mare against a tree. He was clearly mating with her. Her head was thrown back. She looked like she could either be struggling to escape or in the throes of ecstasy. I nearly drop the book in surprise when I feel a sharp ache between my legs. I made my excuses to Twilight and left early. That night I used my vibrator on myself while I thought about satyrs ravishing me. I came so hard I had to bite my pillow to keep from screaming. It was a fantasy I couldn't stop using- hairy beasts violating my pretty coat. I was brought up to think mares were always supposed to be sweet and innocent and wait for a husband. Clearly there was something wrong with me. I was filled with shame and I knew I had to talk to someone about it eventually, so I went to Rarity. I was near tears when I confessed my shame. "Oh, darling," she soothed. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Did you know that the thought of being ravished is one of the most common fantasies mares have?" "It is?" "Yes. Of course we don't really want to be hurt. It's all a fantasy. I've been with stallions who were...rough but gentle. I know that sounds like a paradox, but it isn't. You want to be able to pretend but at the same time you want to have a good time. I read about it in a magazine-some mares like the thought of being so desired by a passionate male that he can't control himself. The only thing I would advise is if you ever act it out make sure it's with a partner you trust. Some stallions don't care about the line between fantasy and reality." I look at the ground. As if I'm ever going to find a partner who thinks I'm not weird for being turned on by this. Especially the satyr stuff. As if reading my mind, Rarity continues: "As for the satyr fantasies, satyrs are meant to represent male lust in mythology. Things like antlers and horns represent male virility. Maybe the thought of them drives you wild because you're beating yourself up about your own desire. You are a beautiful girl, Fluttershy. Don't hate your own desires." Discord isn't a satyr, but he is a horned beast with a goat leg. I wonder how much of that stuff about the subconcious is true. Whether it is or not, the thought of being bucked roughly by his lithe body makes me wet, and I don't feel shame. I feel like a desired, attractive mare, and my heat cycle is the perfect time to act this out. "Oh, you hot little honey," he groans, nibbling my neck, when I tell him of my plans while sitting on his lap. He has unsheathed and his hard length is pressed against the side of my flank. I stroke the side of his face. "So I take it you approve?" "Ugggh. Yes." "Well then, we need to work out some kind of safe word..." It's late afternoon when he comes home, and I'm in the living room, on the couch. My head is thrown back against the cushions as I explore my own body. I haven't entered myself with the vibrator. I'm lightly running it across my marehood, enjoying the sensation of teasing myself. All of a sudden Discord bursts through the door. I don't need to fake being startled, I actually am and I jump at the sound. He's there, looking me at me, his red eyes filled with lust as they rake over my body and the sight of the vibrator. He's on all fours, his head low to the ground, his shoulders prominent as his eagle claw and lion paw pad silently across the floor towards me. He's stalking me. It fills me with a dark thrill. I shriek and bolt out of the room. He's in pursuit already and I can feel his hot breath and the edges of his claws just missing my body by millimetres. I dodge him and turn, running towards the kitchen. All of a sudden I feel his weight on me and he's pushed me on my stomach, hard onto the kitchen table, his strong paw around my barrel. "Well, well," he purrs. I pretend to struggle, and his lion paw shifts. I can feel his paw underneath my belly, and its moving lower. I am surprised at how soft it feels when it reaches its destination. "Ohhhhh," I groan, biting my lower lip. "Hot little thing, aren't you?" he says roughly. I shiver in response. Discord pushes my mane to one side with his muzzle, exposing my neck. "Lift your tail," he growls, nibbling my neck with his sharp teeth. I keep it firmly between my rump as part of the game. "Fluttershy," he says forcefully. "You had better show me the goods, and you had better lift it high enough so that not only can I see that little wet honey pot, but your tight little tail hole too." I moan. He is such a dirty talker and it's making me leak with desire. "Now," he growls. I move my tail to the side and the rumbling coming from his throat at the sight of my reveal makes me burn and ache with need. I give a little gasp when I feel his quivering muzzle scenting me, then his tongue pushes into my soaked opening. "Oh, Discord!" I cry out. He nips my flank in response. "I guess you need some seeing to," he says gruffly. "Oh, yes. Yes!" "Very well. Lift your rump off the table." I do so, my tail still pressed to the side so he can see everything. The area around my tail is soaked. "Good," he says. "That's what I like to see. A mare who knows what she wants. So what do you want?" He runs a paw digit lightly over my damp slit, teasing me. "I want you." "Oh, that's not good enough. I think I need to hear more than that." "I want your cock." "Hmmm. I'll have to think about it." His teasing is driving me mad. The next thing I say surprises even me. "Discord, I want your hard dragon-horse cock inside me, and I want you to eat me out, and I want you to buck me until I can't walk straight!" Instantly his muzzle is pressed against my marehood again and his tongue probes deep inside, tasting me. I can hear the noises of him licking and sucking. Occassionally he hums with pleasure. As for me, I'm gasping and writhing and grinding against his face. I just want to be a bad, bad, dirty girl right now, and be as wet and spread as I can for him so his tongue can explore me. Eventually I scream his name as I orgasm and my juices coat his muzzle. He licks his lips. "I'm not done with you," he purrs in his velvety voice as I try to catch my breath. He flips me onto my back. "See, the thing is: You've been flashing your tail at me since I came to your cottage, and I think you might not realize that when you do that to a predator they can't resist." I give a soft little groan. "You've been a naughty mare. Very naughty, Fluttershy. I wonder how much of a pounding that little body of yours can take." His eyes burn with heat as he looks down at me. He looks like a dark yet attractive monster. A horned beast. I spread my legs for him and whisper "why don't we find out?" He's on me in a flash, and penetrates me with one thrust. I gasp at the roughness, but at the same time it feels good. He's already pounding away seconds after he's entered me. The fact that I've driven him to this point, that he desires me this much makes me have my second orgasm of the session almost instantly. He winces as he feels me squeeze his cock when I come. "So tight," he growls and the thought seems to make him pump even faster. He's filling me up to the hilt with each thrust. I'm so wet that this is no problem. His weight pushes and pulls me across the hard table with each movement of his hips. It only adds to my excitement. My wings are out on either side of me, my head tilted back over the edge of the table and I can feel his talons digging into my flank. Discord is an animal right now, and I wrap my hind legs around him as he sinks into me over and over, his cock invading the deepest parts of me. His ears are flattened against his head, his eyes tightly shut, his teeth gritted as he concentrates on nothing but sensation. Oh yes, I feel desired. It's hard not to feel sexy when I'm having this effect on a male. I think of the satyr taking his pegasus mare. "Harder!" I shout. He obeys and I writhe at the wild feel of his rough body raking over mine. I want to be violated, used, perhaps even bucked until I'm ruined for other stallions. And yet at the same time I know all those thoughts are a fantasy. I don't really want to be hurt, I just want to feel like I'm having a taste of danger. But this time I have a male who is helping me act it out in a safe enviornment. Just after my third orgasm, Discord groans loudly and I know he is close. "Oh, buck. Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy..." he says over and over. With a particularly hard thrust and a howl he empties his hot, liquid self into me. I moan and stretch out my body as he shivers the last of his pleasure and exits me with a soft pop. "Satyr," I say. It's the safe word. Now comes the lovely afterglow, and Discord in his usual caring post-coital fashion will run me a bath and cook me a meal. But first he kisses me on my cheek. "I suppose I kind of am," he grins.
