Author'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.