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“Well,” Pinkie Pie softly began, “I guess this is goodnight. I had a really, really great time. Sorry again about the movie.”

“Oh, Pinkie… it’s okay, really.” Fluttershy paused as Pinkie’s whole body jolted with a hiccup. They both giggled quietly, drifting a little closer to one another. “I’m glad that you had a good time. I’d like to do this again soon, if that’s okay with you.”

“Do you even need to ask, silly?” Pinkie let her eyelids descend, lifting her muzzle just slightly. Her tail flicked as she pursed her lips.

For a moment, Fluttershy reflected on how this situation had come to pass. After dinner, everything leading up to this moment had seemed like a blur, and only now was the fog clearing from her memory.

She recalled walking with Pinkie Pie from the restaurant to the movie theater, leftovers in tow, and she remembered settling in to watch the film. Pinkie had bought an enormous tub of a soda, and evidently that had been far more interesting to Fluttershy than the movie itself. She could barely remember what it had been about. What she did remember was the way Pinkie eagerly gulped the syrupy stuff down while she finished off her leftovers, emptying the massive cup before the movie was even halfway over.

Somewhere amid a series barely muffled belches, Pinkie had asked Fluttershy to get her a refill, to which Fluttershy happily obliged. Fluttershy remembered that it was during the second round of soda that Pinkie developed a severe case of hiccups, her belly outright sloshing each time she jerked in her seat. Fluttershy also recalled it being her suggestion that they step out early, on the oft chance that fresh air and movement would help Pinkie remedy the situation.

It had been an excuse, of course; anything to see Pinkie in motion after her binge. It was a small miracle that she had been able to contain her glee when they stepped out of the theater. She saw that Pinkie Pie had gorged herself so obscenely her middle had acquired a notable amount of sway. Fluttershy said nothing, silently admiring Pinkie in all her gluttonous splendor.

Pinkie seemed in no way uncomfortable with her engorged middle, even if she was bloated to the point that it had begun to affect her gait. Similarly, it was Pinkie’s suggestion that she walk Fluttershy home. The Cakes, Pinkie explained, had requested that Pinkie not bring any guests home this particular evening. No convincing was necessary, and they set out for the cottage. Somewhere between Ponyville and Fluttershy’s home, their conversation had gone from casual to intimate.

And now, they were standing at her front door, with Pinkie Pie offering her a kiss.

The anxiety she felt was brief. Any fears of going too far, or somehow spoiling the moment—the doubts about her intentions—all gone as she took a deep, slow breath through her nose, and leaned in to return the gesture.

Their lips met, and her heart fluttered in her breast, her mind positively buzzing. It’s really happening, she told herself, squirming pleasantly. Impulsively, Fluttershy’s wings began to unfold, her feathers ruffling. Pinkie started to pull away as she hiccupped again, but Fluttershy threw a foreleg around the back of her neck and pulled her closer, wordlessly insisting that she stay. A happy purr of a groan rolled up from Pinkie’s throat in response, putting a foreleg on Fluttershy’s withers and squeezing. With their chests pressed so close, she could feel Pinkie’s heart racing.

The warmth and wetness of Pinkie’s tongue against Fluttershy’s lips coaxed a shiver from her. She opened up and accepted Pinkie’s invitation. Eagerness pulled her in just a little too swiftly, however, and their teeth gently collided. Embarassed, Fluttershy began to pull away. It was Pinkie who held her in place this time, tickling the underside of Fluttershy’s tongue with the tip of her own. It was impossible for Fluttershy to relax, given the circumstances, but the tension left her, and she fully surrendered to the embrace.

With chests still heaving and cheeks still burning, the kiss slowly devolved from the rolling of tongues to the pressing of lips, petering out into gentle pecks on the nose, chin, and neck. A short span of not-quite-awkward silence came over them as Fluttershy gazed deep into Pinkie’s eyes, sharing her smile.

“Hey, my hiccups are gone!” Pinkie’s exclamation was punctuated with a hiccup, and she briefly adopted a scowl. “Nuts, I jinxed it.” Her smile returned as she shrugged. “Oh well! Goodnight, Shy!”

Fluttershy bit her lip as Pinkie turned away, her belly swaying with every step. “Oh, um, Pinkie, you don’t have to—” Pinkie paused, glancing back at her. “I mean, would you like to come inside?”

Pinkie stood in profile for a moment, her middle settling as she briefly looked to the soft glow of Ponyville. “Are you sure?” She furrowed her brow when she returned Fluttershy’s gaze, wearing a nervous smile. “I mean, it’s late, and I’m really full –hic– and if I sit down I might not want to get up again, and then I’ll want to spend the night and I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything because –hic– this is just the first date and it’s not that I don’t like you because I really, really like you a whole lot—”

Pinkie made a soft, muffled sound as Fluttershy brought her into another kiss. She was blushing when Fluttershy opened her eyes.

“I just invited you in, that’s all. Whatever happens after that, well…” Fluttershy glanced away, a bashful smile on her lips. “Let’s not worry about anything else until it comes up, okay?”

A little nod was Pinkie’s response, smiling as she slowly followed Fluttershy into her cottage.

Angel had left a candle flickering in the window, but the other animals were already fast asleep. He peered up from his spot on the couch, blinking blearily at the pair of them. After a few moments, he looked to Fluttershy, then to Pinkie Pie, and then back again, his brow cocked. Fluttershy offered a sheepish smile and a shrug, then started toward the stairs.

At a whisper, Fluttershy suggested, “I don’t want to wake anyone. We should probably head up to my room.”

“Sure,” Pinkie softly replied.

The stairs creaked dryly under their hooves. On the way up, Fluttershy asked herself, was she trying to politely turn me down before this got too intense? A fluttering feeling welled up in Fluttershy’s chest the higher they climbed, swallowing as she caught sight of her bedroom. I mean, she did ask… she said she didn’t want me to feel pressured into anything. Fluttershy glanced back at Pinkie, a smile on Pinkie’s lips as Fluttershy met her gaze, followed by a muffled hiccup. Fluttershy found herself drawn to Pinkie’s distended belly as it bounced and swayed between her legs.

She waited near the doorway, lighting a lantern, and then watching as Pinkie slowly made her way around the room. A very comfortable chair occupied the corner next to the wardrobe, but Pinkie walked right past it, her gaze idly sweeping over her surroundings.

Is this an unspoken kind of thing? I mean, if she didn’t want to be here, she certainly wouldn’t have followed me up to my bedroom. Oh, but what if I’m wrong? What if she has no clue? She can’t be that naive! She kissed me just a little while ago! Fluttershy idly pawed at the floor as she debated with herself, following Pinkie with her eyes. I… I should ask. Just to make sure. But how do I ask a question like that? I don’t want to seem blunt! What if she thinks I only asked her out to have sex with her? Well, actually, she asked me out, so… still, I don’t want her to think that—

Fluttershy’s train of thought was derailed as, without warning, Pinkie grunted and pulled herself right up onto the bed. Her eyes were half closed as she donned a mischevious grin, the lewdness in her stare becoming unmistakable. Still leering, she reared up and sprawled onto her back, bouncing several times before coming to a rest with her head against a pillow. The rolling slosh of her belly made Fluttershy shudder.

“Your bed is soooooo comfy.”

Pinkie Pie brought her hooves to her neck, right under her chin, and then slowly moved them down, over her chest, over the gurgling swell of her stomach, and right between her hind legs. Pinkie let her hooves settle on the perky bumps of her teats and opened her mouth to speak. Instead of words, her whole body jolted as she simultaneously burped and hiccupped. The pink of her face flushed bright red almost instantly.

“Guhhh.” Pinkie adopted a scowl and puffed out her cheeks. “I’m not very good at this sultry thing, am I?”

The splayed mare relaxed as Fluttershy giggled softly, trotting up to the bed and meeting her gaze. “It’s okay,” Fluttershy whispered. “I actually might know of a way to help you get rid of those, even if I do think they’re cute.”

Pinkie folded her forelegs over her chest and wrinkled her nose, her scowl becoming playful. “You think everything I do is –hic– cute.”

Fluttershy slowly crawled onto the bed, her wings fully extended as she prowled around until Pinkie’s hind legs rested on either side of her. There was a brief pause as she looked into Pinkie’s eyes again, hoping for some sort of confirmation.

Shivers ran down her spine as Pinkie nodded slowly, smiling. Her reservations vanquished, Fluttershy eagerly nuzzled into Pinkie’s udders, exhaling a slow, hot breath across her nipples. Pinkie to let out a shrill, shuddering gasp in response. Just below the swells of her breasts, Fluttershy glimpsed the glistening lips of Pinkie’s cunt. A wonderfully musky, feminine smell greeted her as she inhaled slowly through her nose, exhaling across her tongue as she brought it to one of Pinkie’s teats. Pinkie hiccupped mid moan, squirming, lifting her hooves and pushing Fluttershy’s head down just a little further.

Pinkie’s udder yielded to Fluttershy’s lips, her flesh soft and supple, but her nipple was rigid with anticipation. Fluttershy slowly sealed her lips around it, biting down just hard enough to give a little pull, and Pinkie moaned a little louder, arching her back and pushing her tits up against Fluttershy’s muzzle. When she switched teats, her tongue glided across the valley of Pinkie’s cleavage during the transition. The tip of her hoof filled the absence left by her mouth, rubbing in against Pinkie’s slick breast and kneading in a slow, gentle circle, occasionally breaking orbit to push Pinkie’s exposed nipple one way or the other.

Under Fluttershy’s delicate touch, Pinkie Pie became a whimpering, gasping heap. She could practically feel the heat radiating from Pinkie’s nethers, and Pinkie squirmed with need, whispering pleas for more. Fluttershy took a long, slow breath through her nose, brushed back her mane, and decided she had kept Pinkie waiting long enough.

Pinkie closed her hind legs around the back of Fluttershy’s head the very instant Fluttershy’s tongue made contact with her slick folds, rubbing her forehooves through Fluttershy’s mane and over her ears. The sounds Pinkie made, as Fluttershy’s tongue delved in for a second and third pass, were intense enough to make Fluttershy groan.

The smell of a mare in heat was familiar enough to Fluttershy, but the taste was entirely new to her; bitter, but not oppressively so, with a sweet undertone. Not as sugary as she had fantasized, but that hardly mattered to her now.

What did matter was that Fluttershy could feel Pinkie tensing under the delicate pressure of her tongue, trembling hooves cradling her head and grinding into her mane as she bathed Pinkie’s tender pearl in saliva. And, of course, she could see Pinkie’s swollen middle quivering like a water balloon, gurgling and groaning as Pinkie went through such intense spasms of pleasure in the midst of digestion. More often than not, Pinkie cries of bliss were interrupted by hiccups. Pinkie hardly seemed to care anymore, lost in the moment; a fact which brought Fluttershy a great deal of satisfaction.

Her tongue slipped a little lower, and her muzzle followed, spreading Pinkie wider as she began to lap deeper into Pinkie’s sex. The taste of Pinkie’s nectar became nearly overwhelming, but Fluttershy found herself wanting more. She made broader strokes with the full width of her tongue until her jaw began to ache, panting out in hot bursts through her nose.

Pinkie twitched, then began to full-on tremble, her murmurings becoming unintelligible. She convulsed again, her forehooves falling away as Fluttershy heard her head hit the pillow. Her hind legs, on the other hoof, squeezed her even tighter.

“Fluh-Fluttershy,” she breathlessly moaned after several attempts.

Fluttershy already knew what Pinkie was going to say. She dragged her tongue back from the depths, slathering a thick mixture of cum and saliva over Pinkie’s clit.

“Sooo close!” Just before losing her coherency again, Pinkie squealed something along the lines of, “Don’t stop!”

Fluttershy ignored the ache in her jaw, pouring all her effort into making her tongue dance circles around that tender bulb. Milky juices trickled out over her lower lip as Pinkie Pie arched her back, just about thrusting herself against Fluttershy’s face as she reached her apex. Several short, shrill whines reverberated through the tiny bedroom as she positively gushed, punctuating with one long, happy whimper as her whole body flopped back against the mattress.

A chill ran through Fluttershy. She exhaled a happy sigh, spending a moment drinking in the fruits of her labor and basking in the aroma of the spent mare before her. Something about the whole affair made her feel naughty, but that feeling only made her even more aroused. Her nethers pulsed, yearning for a hoof, or a tongue, or a cock; anything to satisfy the blazing passion between her haunches.

Slowly, Fluttershy lifted herself away from the sticky mess between Pinkie’s hind legs, peering at her over the swell of her middle. Pinkie smiled as Fluttershy met her gaze, lifting her forelegs toward Fluttershy. She pulled herself around to Pinkie’s side, nuzzling into Pinkie’s breast as she was embraced. Pinkie was already calming down, but Fluttershy could still feel the excited beat of Pinkie’s heart. A little lower than that, the gurgling of Pinkie’s overstuffed middle.

She glanced away, biting her lower lip as she wondered, But is it too much of me to ask her to return the favor?

“Was that your first time?” Pinkie asked, her tone gentle, but hardly tired.

Fluttershy tilted her head. “My first… oh, no, not really.” She splayed her ears, somehow embarrassed by the question. “I mean, I don’t exactly sleep around, but—”

“I mean with another girl, silly.” Pinkie shook her head, giggling.

“Oh. Yes. Yes it was.” She nuzzled in a little closer, glancing up at Pinkie. “Did I do alright?”

Pinkie cocked a brow. “Did I gush like a fire hydrant?” There was a blink of a pause, and Pinkie added, “By the way, I’m kind of a squirter. Probably should have mentioned that.”

Fluttershy smiled and said, “You’re um… very loud, too. But I don’t mind that either.”

“Yeaaaah, well,” Pinkie grinned and shrugged, “you know.”

They shared a gentle laugh, then went back to quietly cuddling.

At the risk of seeming a little too obvious, Fluttershy rested a hoof on Pinkie’s belly. It was definitely firm, packed to what Fluttershy could only assume was Pinkie’s limit, but there was a degree of give. An occasional rumble sent vibrations through the pink dome, causing Fluttershy to squirm. She dared not knead, or even rub, for fear of drawing attention to her bizarre obsession. However, Pinkie inadvertently made things even more awkward for her.

“You know, I don’t say this often, but I think I overdid it a little on the food.” A low growl rumbled out of Pinkie’s belly, and she laughed, stroking over the other side of her swollen stomach. “Just a teensy weensy bit.”

“Do you have a tummy ache?” Fluttershy asked, without moving her hoof.

“I don’t really get tummy aches from eating too much.” Pinkie pushed her hoof a little deeper into her side, another gurgle rising from her flesh. “My tummy gets really sensitive when I do eat this much, though. It’s kinda weird.”

Fluttershy struggled to maintain her composure. “Sensitive how?”

Pinkie let her hoof recede, sliding it over the curve of her side and toward the center of her belly. At the same time, she brought up her hind legs, lifting her gurgling, sloshing tummy with them, and somehow making her middle seem even rounder in the process.

“Like, tingly and warm.” Pinkie gave herself a little pat, a few ripples flowing away from her hoof and fading into her flesh. She laughed, but it was soft and gentle; almost teasingly so. “I kinda like playing with my tummy when it’s like this. It’s like a big, sloshy balloon.”

Fluttershy clenched her teeth as she felt her face burning beet red. “Y-yeah.” She attempted to distract herself by focusing on Pinkie’s eyes, where the flickering light reflected beautifully.

“But I bet all this makes me sound pretty weird, huh?” Pinkie asked with a cocked brow and a smirk.

“Oh, not at all!” Fluttershy smiled nervously after her outburst. With measured calmness, she added, “Things like this are what make you Pinkie Pie.” She gingerly slid her hoof across Pinkie’s belly, smiling as she felt Pinkie’s hoof against hers. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Think you could give me a tummy rub, then?” Pinkie closed her eyes, easing her hind legs and forehoof away from her belly to give Fluttershy full access. “That would feel totally terrific right about now.”

Fluttershy felt her breath catch in her throat, eyes wide as saucers. “Oh! Um… I—” Does she know, she frantically asked herself. Was I too obvious? Did Angel tell her? In spite of her panic, Fluttershy managed to whisper, “Okay.”

Rubbing a slow and delicate circle around Pinkie’s bloated stomach was enough to satisfy her yearning. Her hoof moved with the speed of cooling lava, cautious of how much enthusiasm she put into the action.

After a few moments, she murmured, “L-like this?”

Pinkie snickered quietly. “You can rub a little harder than that, Shy.” She shifted her weight, making her tummy roll and quiver under Fluttershy’s hoof. “And I don’t wanna sound pushy but could you use both hooves, too?”

Fluttershy nodded slightly, too stunned and thrilled to form words. She pushed herself up and sat back on her haunches, leaning over Pinkie’s distended middle. All at once, her mouth felt very dry. She swallowed, gave Pinkie a quick, sideways glance, and then gently set her forehooves on Pinkie’s belly. More than anything, she wanted to kiss and nuzzle right into the fuzzy pink swell under her hooves, but she exercised restraint. Her hooves moved in tandem, tenderly sliding around, pressing just hard enough to enjoy the feeling of Pinkie’s bloated, gurgling stomach pushing back.

“Juuuust like that,” Pinkie whispered.

As the rubbing continued, she couldn’t help but imagine how soft Pinkie would feel if the roundness of her tummy were flesh and not merely food. Impulsively, she began to knead, one hoof after the other. Not long after that, Pinkie groaned quietly and arched her back.

Fluttershy sighed happily, her thoughts wandering. She imagined what it would be like if Pinkie were so full on a regular basis, always in need of somepony to caress her swollen stomach, her body softening day by day as all the calories added up. She was jolted back to reality as she felt Pinkie’s hooves rest on top of her own, squishing them down into her belly.

“That felt terrific. Thank you so much.” Grinning mischievously, Pinkie added, “Now, normally, I would have been on top of you all sixty-nine like, but I’m not feeling as nimble as I usually do ‘cause I made a little piggy of myself tonight. I mean, you could have just lie on your back like I did, but I didn’t want to smother you or anything just to do a little mutual bit-licking.”

Fluttershy bit her lip and nodded silently.

“And I didn’t want to stop you while you were so into it to tell you to get on top of me so that I could eat you out while you eat me out, so, I’m sorry for leaving you hanging like that.” Pinkie’s grin faded to a cheerful smile as she closed her eyes. “Anyway, if you could just kinda straddle my face, that would be pretty great.”

Several moments passed, during which she very nearly declined the offer. When she finally took a breath to speak, she realized how stupid she would be to do so. Finally, Fluttershy nodded, smiling bashfully, but eagerly.

“Oh I— I don’t think you’re big enough to smother me, Pinkie. You’d have to be huge before—” She cleared her throat as Pinkie smirked and raised a brow. “I mean… you can still get on top of me, if that’s easier for you.”

Pinkie Pie snickered and shook her head. “Not like this it’s not. I’m one stuffed pony.”

“That’s okay.” Fluttershy nodded and smiled, mildly disappointed, but understanding of Pinkie’s reluctance. “Do you want me facing you or facing away from you?”

Pinkie giggled and cocked her head. “You’re the one getting your coochie licked, Shy.”

Fluttershy could feel her cheeks burning as she quickly looked away. “Right. Well… um… you’re still pretty full, I’d say, so I don’t want to lean back against your stomach and make you uncomfortable.”

Nodding to herself, Fluttershy slipped her legs back under her body and pushing herself onto her hooves. The mattress squeaked as she carefully turned around, then slipped a fore and hind leg over Pinkie. Pinkie was grinning from ear to ear when Fluttershy glanced back at her, lifting her forelegs and resting her hooves on Fluttershy’s rump. A breathy pant rolled past Fluttershy’s lips as she leaned back into those hooves, putting her weight on her hind legs. She lifted her tail up and out of the way, and as she did so, she could feel the hair sliding along Pinkie’s left foreleg.

The sound of Pinkie’s laughter made her ears twitch. “Ooh, that tickles!”

Fluttershy flashed an anxious smile. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” Feeling Pinkie’s lips against her rump made her shiver. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Sitting back, she had a perfect view of Pinkie’s belly. No sooner had she realized this did she feel a warm breath against her dripping slit, followed by the gentle motion of a tongue. Even knowing that Pinkie was going to be back there, the suddenness of it caught her off guard. She realized Pinkie must have felt her tense up as well, because Pinkie paused.

“I’m okay!” Fluttershy blurted out, glad that Pinkie couldn’t see her embarrassment. “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you.”

Pinkie said nothing, whispering a soft, breathy giggle that made Fluttershy dig her hind hooves into the mattress. She was ready for the next pass, or at least as ready as she was going to be. The wet petal of Pinkie’s tongue slipped between her folds with care and precision, drawing out Fluttershy’s clit with a curl of her tongue. She felt Pinkie pursing her lips, kissing her blushing folds, rubbing her bottom lip against her exposed pearl.

Fluttershy groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, trying and failing to resist the urge to push herself back against the hooves rubbing and spreading her rump. Pinkie supported the weight with no complaint, nuzzling in deeper, sending rolling waves of pleasure through Fluttershy with every gentle kiss and exhale. Her wings already at their full spread, every shudder made Fluttershy’s feathers ruffle.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, she felt Pinkie’s lips and tongue retreat. For a moment, Fluttershy worried that she had done something wrong, but then she heard another sultry laugh, followed by a sticky kiss on her rump.

“Mmm…” In a voice that dripped with passion, Pinkie moaned, “You taste goooood, Fluttershy.”

There were so many things Fluttershy wanted to say, but she feared the consequences of every word. Without any outlet, her mind became cluttered with blatantly fetishistic sweet-nothings. She turned her gaze downward, focusing on Pinkie’s distended middle just as Pinkie started to lap again.

How good do I taste, Pinkie? Pinkie sealed her lips around Fluttershy’s clit, loudly slurping as she suckled. Fluttershy rolled her head forward, moaning quietly, her ears pinning back. Show me how much you like it! I’m all yours! She closed her eyes, brow furrowing as another surge of bliss rolled through her, gasping as Pinkie invaded her passage.

Everything had acquired an almost dreamlike haze as she leaned back, exhaling with another whispered moan. Strands of her mane slipped over her withers, but a light sweat had built up on her coat, causing some of her hair to stick. Her heart hammered away in her breast, and her lungs burned with every pant, but she was too close, too frenzied to slow down.

Pinkie didn’t seem interested in slowing down, either. As Pinkie’s tongue explored her depths, she could feel Pinkie’s teeth against her clit, tugging just hard enough. Fluttershy squirmed and jerked forward, her lungs just about collapsing, and her cry of passion little more than a choked syllable. Her breaths broke up into tiny gasps, her dam on the verge of breaking when Pinkie brought her tongue back to her clit, swirling and flicking the tip of her tongue.

Just when Fluttershy felt that she couldn’t take anymore, she felt Pinkie’s lips seal around her clit again, sucking it up between her teeth to tug and squeeze. Fluttershy’s mind went completely blank as her walls caved in, her whole body shaking and locking down with uncontrollable elation. She fell forward, burying her nose in the middle of Pinkie’s gut, writhing as her nerves sparked and sizzled.

Gradually, after what felt to Fluttershy like hours, the tide of her climax began to roll back. Her attempt to dismount was clumsy at best. With all four legs trembling, she did little more than fall off of Pinkie and curl up at her side. A sense of guilt lingered with her afterglow. Pinkie slowly rolled over, smiling as Fluttershy met her gaze.

“Was I too fast?” Fluttershy whispered.

Pinkie wrinkled her nose and raised a brow. “What, cumming? I think I hit climax faster than you did, actually, but I really wouldn’t worry about that as long as you enjoyed it, silly.”

“No I—“ Fluttershy glanced away. “I mean, I did enjoy it… a lot… Um… I’m talking about this, though.” She gestured with a hoof. “I wasn’t sure about this because it was just so… sudden.” Pinkie tilted her head, but Fluttershy continued. “What I mean is, I don’t want you to think that I just want sex. I wanted to tell you how I felt because I think you’re a beautiful mare and I want to spend time with you and—”

“Oh, Fluttershy… Listen, if I didn’t want this, I could have said no. You didn’t force me to come up here.” She giggled softly, stroking a hoof through Fluttershy’s mane. “Did we have to have sex on the first date? Probably not. I would have been cool just hanging out with you, but the way I see it, we’ve been friends for years. It’s not like this is just a random booty call. We know and care about each other. The relationship and emotions are already there, we’re just making them more intimate, you know?”

Fluttershy nodded slowly, smiling. The guilt melted away as she wrapped a foreleg around Pinkie and held her close.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy whispered.

Pinkie Pie grinned, waggling her brow. “Thank you. I’d love to do this again”

Fluttershy giggled, closing her eyes.”Me too.”

Their lips met, kissing gently until Fluttershy felt too tired to lift her head any longer. With no further fanfare, she nuzzled into her lover’s breast.

It’s been quite an eventful day, she remarked. She peered out of one eye, smiling as she saw that Pinkie was already fast asleep. I’m so glad this happened. I don’t ever want it to end.

She closed her eyes again, sighing happily. The steady beat of Pinkie’s heart swiftly lulled her to sleep.

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Author's Note

There will be more. Please be patient~