Author's Note

Contains: Flutterbitch, non-con bondage, no actual sex (yet) but heavily implied imminent rape, F/F Flutterdom/Pinkiesub, magical futanari transformation, Futashy, cake.

Fluttershy's Dream

Fluttershy was having the most wonderful dream: She was in her cottage, tucking all her animal friends in for the night. She drifted around the room, telling a bedtime story about a magical world of singing flowers and dancing rainbows, where everyone was happy all day long.

Fluttershy's good friend Pinky Pie was there too, but she just watched in silence from the corner of the room.

Once all her animal friends were eating or resting, Fluttershy picked up her brush and began to circle the room, giving the place a lovely clean-up. Pinkie Pie continued to watch silently, unmoving.

When she was done cleaning, Fluttershy floated gently across the room and carefully hefted Pinkie Pie up onto her back. The chubby earth-pony was a little on the heavy side, but Fluttershy knew that she didn't have far to go. Pinkie Pie made a small grunting noise at being handled like this, but she didn't say anything coherent.

Fluttershy carried Pinkie Pie into the next room, making sure to close the door behind her, and set her friend down upon the couch. Pinkie Pie wasn't very helpful, and getting her into place, the right way up, took quite a bit of effort, but Fluttershy didn't mind, really.

After all, she had tied up Pinkie Pie quite securely.

On the table in this room was a delicious-looking strawberry sponge cake, along with two smaller plates, a freshly brewed pot of tea, two cups (with saucers), a knife (for the cake), and two forks. Everything was laid out ever so nicely, in Fluttershy's opinion, with pretty little paper doilies under everything.

Fluttershy spread her wings once more, and flittered across the room to the far side of the table. She didn't want to block Pinkie Pie's view of this treat, after all. Cutting two slices out of the cake, she served them up, along with the tea.

“Would you like some of this delicious cake, Pinkie Pie?” When her friend simply stared at her, Fluttershy giggled. “Oh, how silly. Of course, you can't answer, can you? Oh well, maybe next time — and it really wouldn't hurt you to lose a few pounds.”

“Of course” Fluttershy reflected, as she raised the first tiny mouthful of cake to her mouth, “it's not like she could eat anything even if she could ask for it, not with that ball-gag stuffed in her oversized mouth.”

Fluttershy moaned quietly as the wondrous taste of the cake filled her mouth. She continued to moan, over and over, as she ever so slowly devoured the slice of cake in front of her. Between moans, she was able, for the most part, to enjoy that inestimably rare thing: Pinkie Pie's silent company. Just occasionally, though, the pink pony managed to spoil the moment by forcing a grunt or a groan out from behind the gag.

Still, friends couldn't be expected to be perfect, could they?

When she was done eating, Fluttershy rose to her hooves, and carried the other plate across to her friend, holding it right in front of her muzzle.

“Oh Pinkie Pie, don't worry. Of course I know you want some of this delicious, sweet, cake.”

With these words, she splatted the cake directly into her friend's face, rubbing the plate around to ensure a thorough coverage.

Pulling the plate away, Fluttershy was pleased to note that, along with the many crumbs that fell away, there was a mixture of frosting and tears running down Pinkie Pie's cheeks.

“There now, wasn't that nice? I would offer you a cup of tea as well, but I'm afraid that's probably gone cold by now.”

Fluttershy turned, and quietly skipped her way across to the chest of drawers on the far side of the room. Pinkie Pie watched as her captor pulled open one of the draws, and began dressing herself in a selection of items from them. Fishnet stockings and suspenders, a large black bow to tie up her hair, another holding her tail up in a bun. Black, netted wing-sleeves finished the ensemble, but Fluttershy had one more thing to remove from the drawer.

When she held it up, Pinkie Pie began to emit muffled screams, shaking her whole body against the ropes that held her tight.

Fluttershy giggled. Pinke Pie was such a silly pony, after all, this toy was only twenty-one inches long, and only twelve of those inches would actually be used on her.

Even she had to admit, though, the “business” end was rather thick.

Fluttershy carried the toy — which for the most part simply resembled a rather large, deep red, asymmetrical, double-ended dildo — across the room, and onto the stool just a short distance in front of Pinkie Pie's face — close enough for her to get a close-up view, far away enough that she would see plenty of what was happening. She balanced the toy on the edge of the stool, the larger end hanging down over the edge, and the oversized silicone testicles which hung from the “mid-point” taking most of the weight.

Lifting herself into the air, and gripping the sides of the stool with her hindlegs, Fluttershy slowly lowered her pussy onto the smaller, tapered shaft that would be her end of the toy. Though a mere six-inches in length, this end was oddly shaped, covered in ridges and grooves. She took her time working it into her cunt, staring down at the terrified Pinkie Pie with a lascivious grin.

Her juices trickled down the shaft, pooling on the flattened face of the conical mid-section of the toy. Fluttershy was feeling quite satisfied with the depth and girth within her already, but she didn't want to settle for less than following through with her whole plan. Pushing down, she brought the flat of the mid-section right up against her crotch, pressing down on it until the soft silicone was squished right in to the contours of her labia.

Then she felt the gentle buzz of the enchantments taking hold. She relaxed away from the toy, no longer pushing down, but felt the pressure on her marehood only intensify, as if the silicone was sucking on her skin. She felt the heat spreading from every point of contact, and she felt the shaft within her begin to swell and melt, sinking into all the contours within her cunny. She whined in pleasure as she felt the enchanted cock melting directly into her flesh, merging with her body and coupling itself to her nerves.

Pinkie Pie could only watch in mounting horror as the monstrous shaft began to twitch and throb. When Fluttershy tensed, the balls contracted, and when she relaxed, they dropped down into a low-hanging swing that mere plastic could not hope to reproduce. Swollen with magic, each testicle was easily as wide as one of Pinkie Pie's hooves.

When the transformation was complete, Fluttershy stroked a hoof along the length of the massive shaft now protruding from between her legs, and shuddered as a whole new range of sensations opened up for her. She grinned down at her new magical cock, as already a small blob of thick precum was forming on the tip. Then she grinned down at the helpless pink slut she had chosen to be the first recipient of her new appendage.

“Oh Pinkie Pie, we are going to have such a wonderful time together, you and I”