Chapters What Naughty Girls Get (Clop Version One)
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.”
What Naughtier Girls Get (Clop Version Two)
Fluttershy was going to explode.
She hobbled down the sidewalk, limping along as fast as she could bring herself to go. She could see her house at the end of the block—but in this moment inches had become yards, feet had become miles. With every step the house seemed to float farther away. Each passing second was punctuated by a dull blip of pain in her groin, echoing through her body.
Why did she drink so much water at the animal shelter? Why didn’t she go to the bathroom before leaving?
With every step her backpack bounced against her back, rocking her torso around and only ramping up the pressure in her bladder. She took a glance around the street to make sure no one was watching before clasping her hands and throwing them to her thighs. She pressed her palms into her crotch, as if she could push the pressure away, but the tingling just grew stronger.
Her breaths were shallow as she stumbled onto her front lawn. She made a beeline straight for the porch and did everything she could to ignore the leaking hose by the garage, the sprinklers going off across the street. She tried to ignore the sweat running down her legs, tried to ignore how unbearably tight her panties were...
She very nearly collapsed onto the front door, leaning against it for support as she rummaged through her bag for her keys. She ripped through papers, books, searching, hoping that she hadn’t left them at the shelter. Fortunately, she was able to find them, stuffed into the very bottom of the backpack. She mumbled a quick “Thank goodness” and lifted them out before turning around and unlocking the door.
At least, she tried to unlock the door. She hands were shaking and her body was trembling, and suddenly the simple task of fitting her key into the lock required the finesse of disarming a bomb.
Just as she managed to line up her key with the hole, a sharp jolt of pain struck her bladder, and the keyring fell from her hands, clattering against the porch.
She spent a moment just staring at them, barely able to lift herself from the door’s frame. Then, taking a deep breath, she squatted down and reached for the keys—Oh!
Fluttershy gasped and threw her hands to her crotch. A few drops of pee had trickled out and soaked into her underwear.
No! she screamed at herself, shaking away the tears already forming in her eyes. No, no! You can’t wet yourself! You can’t!
Taking steady breaths, she picked the keys back up and managed to steady her hands for long enough to unlock the door. She kept one hand hovering in front of her loins as she stepped inside, kicked off her shoes, and dropped her bag on the ground.
Once the door was closed, she broke into a sprint, out of the foyer and down the hallway, headed straight for the open door of the bathroom. She was mere moments away from bursting, from flooding her panties with piss. Pain and pressure racked her body, cracking through her bladder. But she was almost free; the nightmare was almost over—
“Fluttershy, sweetie?”
Fluttershy almost fell over. She skidded to a stop just outside of the living room. It took everything she had not to scream in agony as she tore her eyes away from the bathroom, and towards the couch at the end of the living room.
It was there that Sunset Shimmer sat, 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.
Fluttershy couldn’t even muster a word. Every neuron, every synapse, every inch of her mind was elsewhere, fighting back the ache in her groin. A piece of her begged to just let go, to just wet herself and let it be over with... No . She gritted her teeth and stepped into the living room.
“Yes?” Fluttershy asked in a quivering voice. “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?”
Gripping her crotch, Fluttershy nodded and hobbled across the hardwood floor, over to the couch. She winced when she sat down.
Sunset’s eyes didn’t soften. She pulled out 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 gulped. “No?”
Sunset grabbed 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 entire body 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 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 pressed into Fluttershy's stomach, poking right at her bladder. Each breath took more and more effort. Her 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 and the aching in her bladder. Much longer like this and she was bound to lose herself, to piss all over her Mommy. She could only imagine the spanking she would get after that—“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 was going to wet herself, to pee in her panties for the first time since kindergarten. She was no more than a child about to have an accident, as all the while Mommy spanked her for being naughty...
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 Fluttershy’s curves, 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. The horrible pressure in her loins was still there, but it had been joined by a new tingling feeling.
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 constant pain. She couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t hold it in . “I need to...”
Sunset slapped her palm right across Fluttershy's swollen labia.
Fluttershy gasped as a burst of hot piss spurted out, hitting the hardwood floor with a loud splash. She balled up her fists and clenched, just barely managing to hold back the flood. Her face burned as brightly as her bottom. She hoped, prayed that Mommy hadn't noticed—
“You...” Sunset said. She growled and gave Fluttershy the hardest spank yet. “You naughty, naughty girl!”
“I'm sorry!” Fluttershy cried.
“Oh, I bet you are!” Sunset pressed her palm into Fluttershy's crotch, sending the girl into a spasm. She held it there, pushing harder each second. When she finally pulled away, clear strands of fluid clung to her skin. She gave Fluttershy one last slap—then stopped and rested her hand on the inside of her thighs.
“Do you understand what you did wrong?” Sunset asked. “Do you promise not be naughty anymore?”
Fluttershy nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Are you ever going to cheat again?”
“No...”
“No, what?”
“No, Mommy.”
“Good.” Sunset lifted Fluttershy off of her knees and helped her stand. She pulled Fluttershy into a quick hug. “I love you, sweetie.”
Fluttershy tried to respond, but all she managed was a mumble. Her eyes were gaunt, and she trembled with the force of a tree in a hurricane. One foot stood in her small puddle of pee from before, but she didn't seem to notice. She felt like she could sleep for days, like she should disappear and never come back...
The pain in her bladder brought her back to life.
Fluttershy hiked up her skirt and pressed her hands directly into her still-dripping nether regions. The mix of urine and nectar was warm on her hands. Her chin quivered as she turned away from Sunset—who wore a long grin—and hobbled away.
She could only move inches at a time. She kept her legs together and tried to ignore the small dribble of liquid already crawling down her thighs.
She made it out of the living room, and back into the hallway. She saw the bathroom.
Her knees buckled under her.
Fluttershy collapsed to the floor, gasping as she landed right on her burning bottom. She tried to steady herself, tried to climb back to her feet—but she was shocked into stillness by a sharp hissing sound.
All other sounds disappeared and an uncomfortably wet feeling bloomed from Fluttershy's sex. She could only watch as the urine trickled out—a slow stream at first, but soon a heavy flow. Fluttershy's warm pee rushed from her most private regions like a flood, spilling across her thighs and onto the floor. It arced out and hit the ground with a loud splash.
She tried to block the piss with her hands, but there was no stopping this.
It only took a few seconds for a puddle to grow under her, pee slipping along the floor, around her legs, under her ass. And in the middle of it all sat Fluttershy, hands clasped over her mouth. The air was thick with the heady smell of her shame. The tinted puddle seeped into the fabric of her dress.
Seconds passed into a full minute. The pressure and pain were fading. Piss had spilled everywhere. Fluttershy bit down a sob and stared at her stained dress, at the soaked floor. The stream weakened from a rushing rapid to a dull trickle, just barely flowing from her gaping sex.
Face pale, Fluttershy managed to look up.
Sunset was staring straight at her, face devoid of all emotion.
The sob worked its way past Fluttershy's lips. Chest heaving, she put a hand down in the hot puddle and tried to steady herself to stand, but it was no use; she hadn't lifted herself an inch before her arm gave out and she crashed back to the floor, her thick rear splashing down hard.
She had stopped wetting herself—You just wet yourself you just peed in your favorite dress right in front of Mommy —but now the tears were falling.
“Fluttershy!”
She looked up to find Sunset standing over her, right in the middle of the puddle.
“Mommy, I—”
“I thought you said you weren't going to act out anymore,” Sunset said, each word sharp as a knife. “But now look at you: peeing all over the floor, just like a child. You lied to me again.”
Fluttershy let out a low wail. “I'm sorry...”
“Clean it up.”
“Huh?”
Sunset crossed her arms. “I said 'clean it up'.”
“But—” Fluttershy stammered, wringing her hands. She gazed at the ocean of piss. “How am I supposed to...?”
Sunset narrowed her eyes.
Fluttershy's heart went cold as she read her Mommy's eyes. She shuddered and looked around at the urine-covered floor. The terror thudding through her chest and the tingling in her folds told her exactly what she was supposed to do.
She swept her long hair onto her back, took a deep breath, and crawled onto all fours. She lowered her face to the floor.
Her sips came slow and delicate at first; the still-warm piss was bitter on her tongue, and burned her throat as it went down. She lapped at the puddle like a dog, whimpering as the taste of her urine coated her mouth. Every few moments another sob would climb up her throat and send a tremor crashing through her bones, forcing her to stop for a few seconds—only looking up and seeing Mommy’s hardened gaze sent her back to work.
The sharp odor assaulted her nose, sending her thoughts into a burning haze. She worked on auto-pilot, gulping down her piss and pushing away any small shreds of dignity that still lingered in her mind.
Fluttershy spun around, dragging her tongue through the puddle. The urine went down hot, and warmed her stomach like alcohol. This was so awful, so naughty ... She cupped her hands to catch more of the yellow liquid and drank straight from her palms. As she drank, she pushed her face into the floor and lifted her ass high into the air. She didn’t react when Sunset unhooked her soiled dress and threw it to the side, leaving Fluttershy’s bare, dripping butt out in the open.
Fluttershy’s heartbeat quickened. She knew that Mommy was right behind her, studying her most private areas—places no one was supposed to see, no one was supposed to touch. No one except Mommy; Fluttershy was just gulping down another mouthful of urine when she felt Sunset drag a finger along her vulva, up to her pert asshole.
Something else was happening back there, too. 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.
It had only taken a few minutes for the piss to lose its bitter flavor; now all Fluttershy could taste was warm saltiness.
But as she stared out across all the urine yet to be lapped up, her heart dropped. She had let loose for over a minute, and piss had spilled down the length of the hallway. There was no way she could clean up every single drop. There was no way she could prove she was a good girl...
The tang of her piss still danced across her tongue, down her throat. She shrank inwards and waited for Sunset to pull her up for another spanking.
“Stop.”
Her dripping tongue lolling out of her mouth, Fluttershy looked over her shoulder, only to find Sunset smiling down at her. And it wasn’t a smirk, or a spiteful grin this time; it was an actual, gentle smile. The kind of smile Mommy only gave when she was about to...
Fluttershy’s eyes went wide. The strange tingling in her loins only grew.
“C’mon,” Sunset said, offering Fluttershy her hand. “We gotta go get you cleaned up.”
Fluttershy took Sunset’s hand and rose to her feet. She stayed silent as Sunset guided her out of the hallway, away from the living room, and over to the other side of the house. They walked into Fluttershy’s bedroom, and Sunset locked the door behind them.
Fluttershy fell down onto her bed, not even minding as the piss that covered her ass and arms soaked into her blankets. In front of her, Sunset 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 spread her daughter’s legs wide.
“What are you going to do, Mommy?” Fluttershy asked, throwing the thong to the side. “How are you going to clean—”
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. She wondered if Sunset could still taste the salty urine on her lips.
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 bed, 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 off the bed and knelt in front of Fluttershy, eyes level with her 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 pee that still 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 blankets 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 all the urine had been licked away, 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 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 bed 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 bed.
“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...”
“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?” 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 blankets 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 'I'm 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 slut,” Sunset said as she danced across Fluttershy's pussy. “And that's a good thing. You know why?”
“Why?” Fluttershy said through a quivering breath.
“Because the next time you cheat on a test, or piss your pants, 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. I'll let them piss on you, piss in you. 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 bed and onto the floor in front of them. 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 bed.
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 fondle 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 we could read a bedtime story while we touch one another...”
“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 drinking your own piss can get.”
“I hope you weren't too freaked out 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 getting spanked by your mom and pissing yourself 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 and make you drink your own—”
“No.”
Fluttershy winced. “Okay.”
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 clean up that puddle of piss in the hallway? Y'know, before your real mom comes home?”
“Oh, um, yes. We should.” Fluttershy blushed and ran her hands down to Sunset's crotch. “But I just don't know if I can drink it all by myself...”
“We could just use a mop.”
Fluttershy took a hard swallow. Face burning, she sat up and nodded. “A mop. Right.”
And it's a real dirty one...
“I can’t believe you got detention for looking at porn in class,” Rainbow Dash said through her laughter.
“I was not looking at porn!” Rarity sputtered, keeping her voice low. She took a few furtive glances around the lunchroom before leaning into her group of friends and saying, “I was merely reading a novel! Mrs. Harshwhinny completely overreacted.”
“A novel, huh?” Applejack asked, raising a brow and glancing at the book in Rarity’s hands. On its cover stood a rather muscular young man, his nether regions just barely obscured by the bold text of the title: A Long, Hard Night . “Yeah, looks like a classic. You think Miss Cheerilee’ll let me check that out of the library?”
Sitting next to Rarity, Sunset giggled and Fluttershy smiled. Cheeks lighting up like a volcano, Rarity stuffed the book away in her bag. “Well, I apologize for appreciating art! I didn’t realize it was a crime to be cultured...”
“It ain’t a crime,” Applejack said. She smirked. “I’m pretty sure roughing your clam in the middle of class is, though. Public indecency or something?”
“I was not —!” Rarity gripped the lunch table, digging her sharpened nails into the wood. She took in a loud breath and let it out through gritted teeth. Her words were laced with poison as she said, “I was not doing anything of the sort, Applejack, and I resent the implication that I would ever do anything so, so... base.”
“I would,” Rainbow said, grinning. “I’d totally masturbate in class. That sounds hot as hell.”
“No one asked,” Sunset said. “And I really don’t need to hear about your weird fantasies while I’m eating.” Fluttershy blushed a bit, but nodded.
“Oh, come on, it’s not weird! You’re saying if it wouldn’t get you expelled, you wouldn’t just start going at it whenever?” Rainbow asked, a massive grin on her face. “Like, have you seen the ass on Thunderlane? What I wouldn’t give to just climb on top of his desk and—”
“We get it,” the other four said in unison.
Rainbow scowled. “Seriously? Don’t act like you guys don’t have fetishes, too. I mean, Rarity’s got all those creepy muscle guys in her books. Last time I stayed over at AJ’s house, I know I heard her mumbling in her sleep about Caramel tying her down and ‘havin’ his way with her’,” she said in her deepest southern twang. She tapped her chin. “I think I’ve seen some weird stuff on Pinkie’s computer about chicks with dicks.”
“I don’t really like this conversation very much,” Fluttershy mumbled, staring into her salad. “I don’t think Rarity or Applejack feel comfortable talking about this...”
“Well, what are you into, then?” Rainbow asked, turning to look at Fluttershy.
Fluttershy went rigid. “Oh, I, um—”
“Lemme guess: animals, or something like that? You want one of AJ’s big horses?”
The others all went a uniform red. “C’mon, Rainbow,” Sunset said. “Lay off her.”
“Really, leave the poor girl alone,” Rarity scolded. “If she felt embarrassed hearing about our fantasies, do you really think she’d be comfortable sharing her own?”
“It’s just a question,” Rainbow said. She leaned into a trembling Fluttershy. “C’mon. Is it kinky? Is it weird? ”
Fluttershy jumped out of her seat and ran away, face turned to the floor, leaving her food, her books, and her friends behind.
“Fluttershy, darling!” Rarity called, reaching out a hand—but the shy girl was already out of the cafeteria. Rarity sneered at Rainbow. “Wonderful.”
“Why’d you have to go and do that?” Applejack asked. “You know she can’t handle talking about those sorts of things.”
“I was just asking a question!” Rainbow cried. “You guys all talked about your fetishes—”
“You talked about our fetishes,” Sunset corrected.
Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Whatever! It’s not like I was gonna make fun of her or anything. I was just asking!”
“I do hope she’ll be alright,” Rarity said, gazing at the cafeteria exit. “You remember what happened the last time she rushed out of the lunchroom like that. She disappeared for an entire day!”
“Here, let me go get her,” Sunset said, standing up. “I think I know where she’s going.”
Sunset took slow steps as she pushed open the door to the girl’s bathroom. She stuck her head inside and hung like that for a moment, waiting for the telltale sign of—
There. From the end of the row of stalls came the lightest sniffle, barely audible over Sunset’s own breathing. Sunset walked inside and looked under each stall until she found a familiar pair of green boots, stuck onto a pair of still-shaking legs.
“Hey, ‘Shy?” Sunset said, touching the stall door. “Can I come in?”
The sniffling stopped. There was a long pause before Sunset heard the tap of heel against floor, and the click of the door unlocking. Sunset put on her calmest smile before pushing open the door and sidling into the cramped stall space.
Fluttershy was sitting on the closed toilet, hunched over so far she looked like she was collapsing inward. Her cheeks were a splotchy pink, and her mascara was muddled.
“You okay?” Sunset asked.
Fluttershy shook her head and hiccuped. “No.”
“Didn’t think so,” Sunset said. She sighed. “Look, I’m sorry about Rainbow. She was just being a jerk, y’know?”
“No,” Fluttershy said again, shaking her head. She curled into an even tighter ball. “Rainbow was right.”
Fluttershy let out a strangled sob into her lap. Her tears fell like rain, staining her skirt. Sunset jumped at the sound, but then kneeled down and pulled her friend into a tight hug. “Hey,” she murmured, stroking Fluttershy’s back as she wept. “C’mon, there’s no reason to cry. What do you mean, ‘Rainbow was right’?”
“She was right!” Fluttershy pressed her head against Sunset’s shoulder. “I... I do have weird fetishes. Even weirder than Rainbow!”
Sunset froze. “Uh,” she mumbled, a hundred different reactions swirling up her throat. “That’s... that’s okay. It’s okay! I’m sure that they're not that weird. And besides, even if they are, what’s the problem? Nobody knows, and I promise you that Rainbow will never bother you about this again—I’ll see to it personally.”
“That’s not why I’m upset,” Fluttershy said. She pulled out of Sunset’s hug, but still just stared at the floor. She balled up her hands into fists and gritted her teeth. “It’s that... oh, nevermind. It’s stupid.”
“What’s wrong?” Sunset touched a finger to Fluttershy’s chin, bringing Fluttershy’s eyes up to meet her own. “I promise, you can tell me. I won’t laugh, or walk away, or anything like that. I’m here for you.”
Fluttershy nodded, took a deep breath, and mumbled, “I’m a virgin.”
Sunset waited for more, but when nothing came, smiled and said, “Is that it? Lots of people are virgins at our age. There’s nothing embarrassing about that.”
“Yes, but... it's not like I haven't had the chance to have sex.” Fluttershy crossed her arms. “I mean, lots of very nice boys and girls have asked me out before. And a few have even told me that I'm, um, 'sexy.'”
“Then what's the problem?”
Fluttershy shrank. “The problem is that whenever I think about having sex, or whenever I, you know”—her voice dropped to a whisper—“touch myself down there, only one thing actually makes me feel anything.” She gave Sunset a pallid look. “And it's a fetish. A weird fetish.”
“So, what?” Sunset asked. She leaned against the stall door. “You don't think that anybody will share this fantasy of yours?”
Fluttershy nodded. Her breaths were short as she said, “And even if I do, I know that I'm going to be too shy to ask them to go through with it. It's too—”
“Weird?” Sunset finished. She shook her head. “C'mon, 'Shy. It can't possibly be as strange as you're making it out to be.”
Fluttershy sighed and opened her mouth—but closed it without a word. She stood up and maneuvered past Sunset to open the stall door, and stuck her head out to take a few glances around the bathroom. When she saw that it was empty, she ducked back inside the stall and crouched down to glance under the dividing walls. All the other stalls were empty as well. She stood back up and locked the door.
Fluttershy stood on her tiptoes and leaned into Sunset's ear. She whispered a few terse sentences before backing away.
”Oh,” Sunset mumbled, cheeks flaming. ”That... that actually is kinda weird.”
The pink in Fluttershy's face exploded into a deep crimson. She collapsed onto the toilet seat, head buried in her hands. ”I knew it...”
”No, no, that's not what I meant!” Sunset sputtered, grabbing Fluttershy's shoulder. ”I didn't mean to say 'weird', 'Shy. You just caught me off guard.”
”But it's true,” Fluttershy said. ”I'm a freak.”
”You're not a freak. You just have a fetish. Everyone has fetishes! Even me!”
”But what's the point of having a fetish if you never have anyone to share it with?” Fluttershy squeaked. The tears rolled. ”I'm going to be alone forever...”
Sunset could only watch as Fluttershy broke down, her small body heaving with every strained breath. As much as she hated to remember it, Sunset knew that feeling—that feeling of loneliness, that fear that no one would ever love her for who she was. At least Sunset had had the Elements of Harmony to free her from that sadness—what did Fluttershy have? Who did she have?
She has you.
The thought landed in Sunset's mind like a cinderblock hitting concrete. Chewing on her lip, Sunset gazed down at Fluttershy. She felt the words welling up in her throat, ready to be revealed. It took what felt like a full minute of deep breathing for Sunset to finally ball up her fists and open her mouth.
”You know,” Sunset said. ”I... I could help you.”
Fluttershy, face streaked with mascara, looked up. ”What do you mean?”
”Well, you're looking for someone to help you act out this fantasy, right?” Sunset forced a smile. ”I could, y'know, be that someone.”
Fluttershy's eyes widened. ”You'd do that?”
”Yeah, I guess so.” Sunset shrugged. ”I mean, it's not really what I'm into, but I'm up for trying anything once.”
Fluttershy leapt from her seat and tackled Sunset with a hug. ”Thank you!” she yipped. ”Thank you, thank you!”
Sunset laughed. ”Jeez. Where did timid little Fluttershy go?”
”It's true, I don't really like talking about all of this. And to be honest, now I'm still kinda nervous. But...” Fluttershy took a step back and twiddled her thumbs. ”You're my friend. And you make me feel safe.”
Sunset smirked. ”I try my best.”
”I'll email you with all the details tonight,” Fluttershy said. She unlocked the stall door and walked out. But just before she was out of sight, she stopped, turned around, and cast a small smile of her own back at Sunset. ”Thanks again for being a wonderful friend.”
Still standing in the stall, Sunset nodded and waved her off. It was only once she was gone and the bathroom door was closed that Sunset let her head fall back and hit the wall.
”What did I just agree to?”
Author's Note
Now, my dear readers... you have a choice! This fic features two alternate versions of the clop scene.
The first version can be accessed either by clicking here , or by clicking the 'Next' button to move onto the next posted chapter.
The second version—which contains everything the first version has and both a watersports and omorashi scene—can be accessed by clicking here , or by using the dropdown menu.
Neither version is more legitimate than the other, and they can be read in any order and/or combination. They have merely been separated because I know that not everyone is into watersports, and I wanted to have a version for those who don't like it. I hope you enjoy!
