I Have a Fetish!

Fluttershy hummed a tune to herself as she walked down the sidewalk to her house. There was a spring in her step and a smile upon her face; after all, who wouldn’t smile after a day like hers? She had woken up at sunrise, serenaded by a medley of birdsong. A brisk walk through the neighborhood allowed her to offer a hearty good morning to the morning sun. Then it was off to band practice, where the Rainbooms finished writing a new song.

Sunset hadn’t shown up, though. Fluttershy couldn’t help but feel worried at the unexplained absence—but soon threw the thought away. Sunset was a mature adult. Surely she had a good reason for not showing up.

After practice, it was straight to the animal shelter, where she had spent the rest of the day. Now the sun fell toward the horizon, and Fluttershy looked forward to a night of rest and relaxation.

Fluttershy crept into her home, taking care to keep her hand on the knob as the door closed behind her. With the way the house was built, even the smallest of squeaks echoed through the hallway like gunshots. She hadn’t seen any car in the driveway, so she wasn’t expecting her mother to be home, but she still took care to be respectful. Fluttershy’s mother was a busy woman, and she valued silence dearly.

Fluttershy slipped into the kitchen to grab an apple before heading to her room. It just was down this hallway, and around the corner—

“Fluttershy, sweetie?”

Nearly tripping over her own feet, Fluttershy skidded to a halt just outside of the living room. She tried to keep her breaths steady as she dragged her eyes towards the couch that sat at the end of the room.

Sunset Shimmer sat in the center of the couch, staring at Fluttershy with narrowed eyes. She wore a sharp blue business suit, complete with diamond earrings and polished highheels. Her hair was tied up into a tight bun.

For a few moments Fluttershy couldn’t muster a word. The slightest of shudders ran through her legs. Taking a long bite of her apple, she stepped into the living room.

“Yes?” Fluttershy asked. “What is it, Mommy?”

Sunset seemed to tense for a second—but just as quickly the glare was back on her face, even sharper now. She patted the couch cushion next to her. “Could we talk for a minute?”

Fluttershy nodded and walked over to sit next to her mother. When she sat she searched Sunset’s eyes, trying to find the reason for this meeting. But Sunset’s eyes were as hard as rock, and just as impenetrable.

Sunset’s face didn’t soften as she pulled a sheet of paper from the purse sitting at her feet and laid it on her daughter’s lap. “Care to tell me what this is?”

Fluttershy only had to look at it for a second before her face drained of color. She stared at the ground. “It... it’s a math test, Mommy. My math test.”

“Your math test,” Sunset repeated, throwing the words out like mud. “Hm. That’s interesting—especially considering what Miss Cheerilee told me today. Do you know what she told me?”

Fluttershy turned away and tried to take a bite of her apple, only for Sunset to grab it out of her mouth and slam it down on the table. Sunset gripped Fluttershy’s shoulder and threw her against the back of the couch, so that she was staring straight into Sunset’s eyes. “She told me you copied all your answers off of the girl sitting next to you,” Sunset spat. “She told me you cheated.”

“It’s not true!” Fluttershy shook her head. Her eyes stung. “I didn’t!”

“Are you calling Miss Cheerilee a liar? Are you calling me a liar?”

“No!” Fluttershy sputtered. Her head ached—everything was spinning. “I’m not, Mommy! I’m not!”

“So you admit it, then.” Sunset let go of Fluttershy’s shoulder, only to grab her chin and pull her close. “You cheated on your test because you’re an awful student, and an even worse child.”

Fluttershy tried to protest—but just nodded.

“You know what happens to bad girls like you, right?” Sunset asked. “You know what I have to do.”

“No,” Fluttershy sputtered, barely able to form the word. “Please...”

Sunset snatched up Fluttershy by the collar of her shirt. She hefted Fluttershy over her knees, ignoring the meek girl's muted cries of protest.

Sunset’s knees jabbed straight into Fluttershy’s stomach, stealing her breath. Fluttershy’s brain felt like it was covered with clouds, like it had been coated with cotton. She shook her head and tried to get away, tried to escape from what she knew was coming.

But Fluttershy's body soon locked up at the feeling of Sunset's cold hand on the back of her legs. Sunset smiled as she inched her hand upwards, sliding her palm across the clear skin until she hit Fluttershy's skirt. Sunset paused for the slightest of moments—but soon just chuckled and kept going, hiking up her daughter's skirt and exposing her thick asscheeks to the world.

The thin, white panties that Fluttershy wore were already wet around the crotch. Fluttershy held her breath as Sunset caressed her inner thighs, tracing a finger along the frills of her underwear, across her hidden folds—

Thwack!

Pain exploded through Fluttershy's bottom. She tried to shriek, but found her words cut off by another stinging jolt.

Sunset kept her glare steady as she spanked Fluttershy. Every slap came faster, harder. The sound of fingers against plump flesh rang through the house. Left cheek, right cheek, left, right, both at once—Fluttershy's ass jiggled with each smack.

Fluttershy grunted and clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the burning in her ass. The stinging echoed through her, pooling in her crotch. She wanted to reach back, to somehow relieve the painful tingling between her legs—“Ah!”

Sunset clapped her hand so hard across Fluttershy's ass that even she winced. She paused for a moment to rub her palm and stared at her daughter's soft, tender flesh. Yellow had faded into red.

“This is what you deserve,” Sunset said, “for being such a naughty girl.”

Fluttershy sniffled and started to respond, but Sunset spanked her again, destroying her thoughts.

“Don't talk back to me!” Sunset snapped. She dug her manicured nails into Fluttershy's left cheek and held them there until she heard a desperate whimper. Sunset smiled and let go, but not before leaving another quick slap for good measure.

Fluttershy's body screamed for release, screamed for rescue, screamed for an end to the torture—but the spanking didn't stop. This was it. She hadn’t been spanked since kindergarten. And yet here she was, draped over her Mommy’s knees, being spanked into submission. This was what she deserved for being so naughty. She was no more than a child...

It took a moment for Fluttershy to realize that the spanking had stopped. Her ass still stung, her loins still burned, but she managed to lift her head for long enough to muster a weak, “Mommy...?”

Sunset’s eyes flitted over every inch of Fluttershy's ass, taking in each handprint and indent. She swallowed as she once again ran her palm along the curves of Fluttershy's ass, basking in her daughter's squeaks.

Sunset grabbed the hem of Fluttershy's panties and tugged them upward as far as they would stretch. Fluttershy howled. The tight cotton dug straight into her crotch and right up her ass. She squirmed, kicked, batted at Sunset's legs, but that only made Sunset drag them up higher. Sunset held Fluttershy's panties taut like that, and it was only after what seemed like hours that she let go. The sound of Fluttershy's underwear snapping back, the crotch now wedged between her flushed pussy lips, was almost as loud as the spanking.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Sunset asked.

Fluttershy moaned.

“I didn't think so.”

Sunset slipped her fingers back under Fluttershy's panties and slipped them down her legs until they were hanging around one foot. Fluttershy shook at the feeling of the air against her bare bottom, her damp nether regions.

Fluttershy’s heartbeat quickened. She knew that Mommy hung above her, studying her most private areas—places no one was supposed to see, no one was supposed to touch. Fluttershy was just gulping down another gasp of air when she felt Sunset drag a finger along her vulva, up to her pert asshole.

Fluttershy could feel something new dripping from her loose folds. Whenever Sunset’s finger swiped across her nethers, a mind-numbing jolt of pleasure rammed through Fluttershy’s brain.

Sunset doled out a few more spankings. “How about now?” She smacked Fluttershy's ass and held her hand there, relishing in the way it shook. “Or now?”

“Mommy, please,” Fluttershy murmured again, wincing at the pressure in her groin. “My... my private places—”

Sunset slapped her palm right across Fluttershy's swollen labia.

Fluttershy gasped as her entire body bucked back. Pleasure bloomed through her and she exploded with a moan that echoed through the entire house. When she remembered where she was, though, she balled up her fists and clenched her teeth, barely managing to hold back her yelps. Her face burned as brightly as her bottom, and she could feel a single wet river running down her leg. She hoped, prayed that Sunset wouldn’t notice—

“You...” Sunset muttered, wiping the juice away. She growled and gave Fluttershy the hardest spank yet. “You naughty, naughty girl!”

“I'm sorry!” Fluttershy cried.

“Oh, I'll bet you are! Do you like it when Mommy spanks you like this? Hm?” Sunset pressed her palm into Fluttershy's crotch, sending the girl into a spasm. She held it there, pushing harder each second. “You like it when Mommy touches you down here?”

Fluttershy just whimpered, eyes stinging almost as much as her butt.

When Sunset finally pulled away, clear strands of fluid clung to her skin. She gave Fluttershy one last slap—then stopped and rested her hand between her daughter’s asscheeks.

“Do you understand what you did wrong?” Sunset asked. “Do you promise not be naughty anymore?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Yes,” she whispered in a quivering voice.

“Are you ever going to cheat again?”

“No...”

“No, what?”

“No, Mommy!” Fluttershy shook her head and sobbed. “I’m sorry for being such a bad girl! I’m sorry!”

Her wails rang through the house. Still hanging on Sunset’s knees, Fluttershy covered her eyes, tried to stop the flow of tears—but they kept coming, harder and harder, until Fluttershy’s lungs felt like they were going to give out. Her head spun and her ass ached, and her crotch still tingled, still burned with the feeling of her Mommy’s hand.

“Shh,” Sunset murmured, stroking Fluttershy’s rear. She unhooked Fluttershy’s dress and threw it to the side, leaving nothing to cover the meek girl’s bare butt. “It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy’s not mad anymore.”

“Yes, you are!” Fluttershy said. “You don’t love me!”

“Don’t love you? Of course I love you!” Sunset grabbed Fluttershy and sat her down on the couch. She wiped away Fluttershy’s tears with her thumb. “You’re my beautiful little princess. Nothing you do could ever make me stop loving you.”

Fluttershy sniffled, legs held tightly together. “Really?”

“Really.” Sunset slipped her hand between Fluttershy’s knees and spread them apart, giving her a clear view of her daughter’s flushed pussy. “And I’m sorry that I had to spank you. But maybe I can make it up to you.”

“How?”

Sunset smiled and rubbed Fluttershy’s knee. “Mommy’s gonna make you very happy.”

Fluttershy watched with wide eyes as Sunset stood up, unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped off her pencil skirt. She wore no bra, and the soft jiggle of her breasts hypnotized Fluttershy. While Fluttershy gazed at her bouncing tits, Sunset undid the bun her hair had been tied into, letting it fall freely around her shoulders. Then, in one quick motion, she took off her thong and threw it at Fluttershy.

The thin fabric landed right on Fluttershy’s face. She pressed them into her nose and took a deep breath—they were slightly damp, and the deep scent of her Mommy’s crotch whipped through Fluttershy’s nostrils. She was just opening her mouth to taste them when Sunset walked up and stood over her daughter’s half-naked body.

“What are you going to do, Mommy?” Fluttershy asked, throwing the thong to the side. “How are you going make me happy?”

Sunset pounced on top of Fluttershy and kissed her. Sunset ran her hands through Fluttershy's hair as she went at her, lips moving fast. Fluttershy was caught off guard at first, but soon returned the gesture, daring to wrap her arms around Sunset and pull her close. The two of them gradually shifted positions until they were both laying across the couch.

Fluttershy let out the tiniest of gasps as Sunset pulled away for a half-second, only to come back and push her tongue past her daughter's teeth, into her waiting mouth. Their tongues wrapped around one another, joining together in a new sort of dance. Sunset pressed Fluttershy’s head into the cushions, pressed their breasts together. Excitement tingled in Fluttershy’s loins as her Mommy’s bare skin brushed against hers. They breathed one another in, sharing their bitter scents.

When they finally pulled apart, strands of saliva connected their lips. Fluttershy took in deep breaths. “You taste so good,“ she said.

“You do too, sweetie.“ Sunset lifted herself up and moved back a few inches before laying back down, eyes level with Fluttershy’s soaked clit. She licked her lips. “Especially down here.“

Sunset swiped her tongue across the glistening patch of pink and earned herself a surprised squeal from Fluttershy. Sunset licked away the small droplets of juice that already dotted Fluttershy’s labia, running her tongue along the sweaty skin. Her tongue jumped from spot to spot, brushing past her daughter’s most sensitive areas.

“Mommy, don't!” Fluttershy said, grasping at the cushions as Sunset pressed the tip of her tongue against Fluttershy’s clit. “Not there...!“

Sunset lapped at every inch of skin she could reach, moving from Fluttershy’s tiny pink bush all the way down to her asshole. And then, when every inch of skin had been touched, Sunset moved back up and pressed the flat of her tongue straight into Fluttershy’s dripping sex. Arousal gushed from Fluttershy’s pussy, painting Sunset’s mouth with its sweet taste.

Fluttershy panted, tongue lolling from her mouth. Sunset swirled her own tongue around the soft, pulsing walls one last time before pulling away, honey clinging to her lips, and climbing up Fluttershy’s half-naked body. She planted kisses along Fluttershy’s thighs, lifted her shirt to peck at her stomach, her chest, the wide curve of her breasts.

Sunset nipped at Fluttershy’s tits, biting down quicker and quicker until the meek girl pounded a fist against the couch and whispered, “Oh, fuck...”

“That’s a naughty word,” Sunset said, grabbing Fluttershy’s face. The two of them kissed again, swirling Fluttershy’s nectar between their tongues. Sunset lifted Fluttershy’s arms and slipped off her shirt. “Mommy likes it when you use naughty words.”

Fluttershy threw her hands to her breasts, tried to cover up her perked nipples, but Sunset pinned her arms down on the couch.

“Mommy’s gonna make her little girl happy,” Sunset murmured into Fluttershy’s ear. Her hand moved downwards.

“No,” Fluttershy squeaked. She swallowed. “You’re not supposed to touch me down there, Mommy...”

“You’re my little princess,” Sunset said, running her hand through Fluttershy’s bush. She slipped a finger between her legs and dragged it across the slick pink flesh. “I can touch you wherever I want.”

Every flick at Fluttershy's love button made her squirm and squeal, hands grasping at anything they could find. Sunset pressed her finger into Fluttershy's clit and held it, all the while nibbling at Fluttershy's neck. Fluttershy whimpered.

“Do you like that, you naughty girl?“ Sunset asked as she stroked her daughter's private places. She dug another finger into Fluttershy's pussy, sliding it deeper inside. “Huh? How's that?“

Goosebumps popped along Fluttershy's skin. “It feels good,“ she choked out.

Sunset smiled and pulled her hand away. Sweet nectar dripped from her fingers. Sunset licked them clean. She dipped two more fingers into Fluttershy's snatch, forcing them in as deep as they would go. She swirled them around, sliding across her daughter's pulsing walls, learning every inch of that forbidden place.

Her other hand had been lying at her side, dormant, but now she placed it on Fluttershy's breast. Fluttershy's boobs were big, almost massive, and the soft, untouched flesh felt like dough under Sunset. Sunset grabbed a nipple between two fingers. She fondled Fluttershy's tit, tweaking her nipples, pulling at them, circling the areolas with her fingertip. She stopped kissing Fluttershy's neck for just long enough to move downward and give Fluttershy's tits a long, heavy lick, dragging her tongue along one nipple, across the breast, all the way over to the other nipple. She drank up every drop of bitter sweat already cascading down Fluttershy's chest.

In-and-out Sunset's fingers went, thrusting into Fluttershy's cunt faster and faster with every passing second. For a few incredible seconds Fluttershy's body arched back as Sunset held her fingers inside and spread them wide, pushing at Fluttershy's walls as hard as a flaring cock. With her other hand Sunset poked at Fluttershy's asshole and managed to spread that wide, too.

By the time Sunset finally let go and Fluttershy was able to loosen her back, the cushions below Fluttershy's thighs were soaked with lovejuice and sweat. The entire room smelled of her naughtiness.

Fluttershy spread her arms out and waited for Sunset to keep going—but nothing came. She opened her eyes, only to find Sunset laying next to her, both hands clamped to her own soaked pussy.

“Mommy,“ Fluttershy said as Sunset writhed next to her. “Please... please, keep going...“

Sunset rubbed her own cunt. “Not until you say it.“

“Say what?“

Sunset pressed a finger into her clit and flinched. “Say that you’re a slut.“

“Mommy...!“

“Say it!“

“I'm a slut!“ Fluttershy yelled. “Now please, touch me!“

Sunset grabbed Fluttershy's hand and placed it between her thighs before returning to pleasuring her daughter. Now they were both fingering one another at the same time, trembling as one.

“You're a naughty slut,“ Sunset said as she danced across Fluttershy's pussy. “And that's a good thing. You know why?“

“Why?“ Fluttershy asked through a quivering breath.

“Because the next time you cheat on a test, I know exactly what I'm gonna do to you.“ Sunset stuck a finger in deep. “I'm gonna send you to school naked, not a single thing to cover you up, and I'm gonna let all the boys there spank you as long as they want. Would you like that?“

Fluttershy's hand was damp with Sunset's arousal. “Yes,“ she moaned, nodding. “Yes!“

“And after they're done spanking you, I'll let them fuck you,“ Sunset blabbered, breaths shallow. “I'll let the entire school cum inside of you. I'll make you open your mouth while they jack off into your face. Is that good?“

“Yes!“ Fluttershy yelled. “Please, do it! I want it! I wanna be a slut!“

The wet schlicking sounds of finger against pussy mixed with their breathy moans. Both girls could feel that fire in their loins mounting, growing into a wildfire about to spin out of control.

“You know what? You’re not a slut,“ Sunset said. “You know what you are?“

It was coming.

“What?“ Fluttershy asked.

Pleasure ripped through every vein.

“You really wanna know?“

Faster, faster, faster! The pressure in Fluttershy’s core was about to burst, about to come spilling out—

“What?!“ Fluttershy yelped. “What am I, Mommy?!“

Both girls peaked at once, burning stars flying through their eyes.

“You're my slut,“ Sunset spat through a gasp.

Sunset cursed and Fluttershy screamed as the two of them came as one. Mother and daughter let loose, their forbidden nectar spilling out onto the couch. Fluttershy had never felt pleasure like this before, never felt her brain torn apart by a climax like this. The orgasm came in waves, each one cracking through their bodies with a spasm. Their wet, naked bodies rocked against the couch.

Their shouts faded into muddled moans and murmurs. A few last spurts of juice leaked from their pussies.

Minutes passed, the seconds marked only by the heaving of their chests. When enough feeling had returned to her body, Fluttershy lifted herself up with shaking arms, but only long enough to roll over and rest her head on Sunset's chest. She wrapped her legs around Sunset, basking in the warmth they both shared.

Fluttershy smiled and closed her eyes. “I love you, Mommy.“

Sunset reached down to massage her daughter's tender ass. “I love you too, sweetie.“

And then, silence.

“...So, like,“ Sunset said, retracting her hand. “Can I stop calling you sweetie now?“

Fluttershy's eyes snapped open. Frowning, she lifted her head to look Sunset in the eyes. “If you want to, I suppose... although I was hoping that maybe we could cuddle a bit. And maybe later you could, y'know, tuck me into bed, and you could read me a bedtime story and force me to eat you out—“

“I kinda have homework to do, 'Shy.“

“Oh.“ Fluttershy sighed. “Right.“

Sunset paused a moment before rolling her eyes and bringing Fluttershy's head back down to her chest. “But I guess I can cuddle for a little while.“

Fluttershy grinned and nestled her head between Sunset's tits. “You were perfect. I almost forgot you weren't my real Mommy!“

“...Uh-huh.“ Sunset looked away. “Well, I did star as Tree #4 in a school musical once.“

“Did... did you like my script? I’ve been writing it in my head for years.“

“It was fine, I guess. Maybe a bit clichéd sometimes.“ Sunset took a long breath. “At least, as clichéd as getting molested by your mom can be.“

“I hope you weren't too upset by that,“ Fluttershy said, holding Sunset a bit tighter. “I know that it was very weird, and, well... I'll understand if maybe you want to make fun of me sometimes, or tell the others and laugh at me, or—“

“C'mon, 'Shy. You know I would never do that to you. If pretending to get spanked and fingered by your mom is what you're into, then that's fine by me. A fetish is a fetish—nothing to be ashamed of.“ Sunset smiled and tousled Fluttershy's hair. “I'm just glad I could make you happy. And, hey, it wasn't terrible for me either, y'know? I mean, I did manage to get off on it.“

“So would you like to do this again sometime?“ Fluttershy asked, face lighting up.

Sunset took a moment before answering, “Eh, why not? Write me a new script and maybe we can work something out.“

“And maybe next time I could be the mommy, and I could spank you?“

“...I’ll think about it.“

The two stayed there for a few minutes, bodies wrapped around one another. Their breaths were gentle, steady. Fluttershy kept her hand on Sunset's bare stomach and watched as it rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell...

She closed her eyes. For the first time—and hopefully not the last—she would fall asleep in her lover's arms.

“Hey, 'Shy?“

“Huh?“

Sunset stared up at the ceiling. “Do you think that maybe we should get dressed and clean this couch before your real mom gets home?“

Fluttershy shifted her body, and cringed as she realized that their sweat and girlcum had soaked into the seats. “Oh, um, yes,” she said, sitting up and covering her still-dripping crotch. “That would probably be a good idea.”