Voslar's Pastebin Clops

Oh God yes. That little smile makes this version of the picture a million times better.

Plus, ya know, the hot, throbbing Fluttercock that she would ever so gently dominate you with, whispering soft, cooing encouragements in your ear as inch after inch of smooth hard ponyflesh sinks into you. As gentle as she is insistent, completely filling you up with that glorious cock and stretching you just enough to send every nerve alive with pleasure, but not enough for pain. Her own generous helpings of precum lubricate her passage as she fills you more and more, your opening resisting the wide flare of her medial ring for just a moment before it, too, slips inside with a renewed burst of pleasure. She keeps whispering to you all the while, telling you how well you’re doing, how proud she is, to tell her if she’s going too fast or if you want her to stop. All you can respond with is a moan.

It goes on that way for a long while, Fluttershy carefully taking her time and letting you adjust to her massive size, until finally you feel those heavy, furred pegasus balls press lightly against your skin – she’s buried her entire length inside of you. Fluttershy leans against you, her inner reserve of patience finally run dry, and you feel as much as hear her begin to pant and tremble at the sensations your body is providing her. The Element of Kindness begins lightly grinding herself against you, unwilling to withdraw even an inch of her utterly divine rod from within your tightly clutching depths. You feel a perverse swell of pride and accomplishment at having taken the pegasus’s enormous tool inside of yourself, the fullness inside of you sending waves of contentment radiating through your whole body at just how right it feels.

"I… I’m going… to start… moving, now. Okay?" Fluttershy just barely manages to get the words out, face clouded with the strain of containing her lust.

The very instant you respond in the affirmative, that restraint disappears. Quickly, almost violently, Fluttershy pulls back hard, withdrawing from your body almost to her ring with hiss of pleasured friction. For a brief moment, you feel horribly, horribly empty, miserable to have lost even a fraction of your lover’s touch. But Fluttershy doesn’t keep you waiting. After only a second pause, she promptly thrusts back inward, hard, burying her entire prick inside of you once again with a cry of ecstasy.

"Oh…. oh, honey, you feel so good~!" The pegasus babbles, eyes beginning to glaze over, thoroughly given over to pleasure.

Without awaiting a response, she once more draws halfway out of your body before pressing in harder than before, her heavy pegasus balls loudly *SLAP*ing against you. You moan, the reaction driven from you as much as given willingly, and you instinctively clench down harder on her member as she begins to retreat from you once more. Far from painful, Fluttershy’s ministrations feel like the deepest, strongest, most sensual massage you’ve ever received, every muscle pulsing with warmth and sending spikes of pleasure racing through your body with each thrust, urging you to submit to this sexual goddess.

And – listening to your mistress squeak and squeal as she bottoms out inside of you again and again, her soft fur slapping lewdly against your flesh, body rocking from the ever-increasing force of her thrusts – submit you would. Urging her to keep going, begging her not to stop, to take you and claim you and make you her own. The thrill and danger of so completely surrendering yourself complimented by the utter certainty that your lover is Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness herself, and she would never do anything to hurt you. A belief re-affirmed when the elated pegasus pulls herself closer against your body in response, wrapping her forelegs around in your body in a combination of hug and possessive clutch, her eager lovemaking continuing unabated.

"Yes! Oh, yes! You’ll be mine, all mine! I am going to love you, and take care of you, and fuck you every day! Ahhhh!"

Fluttershy’s movements speed to nearly a blur, climax fast approaching, and only seconds later you begin to feel that monstrous cockhead flaring out inside of you, preparing to fill you with the pony’s sweet cum. The sheer size of her swollen top is enough to thoroughly lodge her inside of you, finally slow the pegasus’s movements. She continues to try her best, regardless, pushing with renewed force to make up for her loss of speed. Despite the ample lubrication of her copious precum, the swollen glans of your lover’s horsedick is simply too much now. The pain is more than compensated for by pleasure nonetheless, your nerves seared by fire and begging for more. You teeter on the edge of an orgasm of your own, desperate for release.

Fluttershy doesn’t keep you waiting. With a final victorious cry, the pegasus drives herself forward one last time, burying herself balls-deep in your receptive body, and begins to cum.

Her width and her girth being so great, you feel every last twitch and spurt as that mighty rod dumps its load in you, a soothing warmth that is more than enough to finally trigger your own orgasm. Despite how stuffed you are, Fluttershy’s flared head leaves no room for her load to escape, and as tiny rippling bulge after bulge travels down her cock, you actually feel your belly swell slightly with the sheer volume of her pony seed. Weakly, you grind back against her, desperate to make sure you get every last drop from those heavy balls, each spurt a renewed burst of joy in your frazzled mind. Dimly, you imagine yourself going about your daily routine the next morning, the feel of your marefriend’s cum a reassuring warmth inside of you, and can’t help but smile giddily – again, you can only find yourself thinking about how right it feels to have her spunk inside of you.

Fluttershy’s balls twitch for the last time, the weary pegasus finally allowing herself to collapse with a sigh, her tight grip and still firmly-buried cock inside of you pulling you down to the bed with her. Clearly not in any hurry to pull herself free, she cranes her neck forward, reaching around to give you a soft, loving kiss on the lips. Her wings unfurl, wrapping your body in a soft, feathery embrace, and you feel her body release the last of its tension, utterly relaxed as she holds you close.

She doesn’t say much. She doesn’t have to. The sincerity of her words more than speak for themselves, however short they might be.

"I love you."