Thank you for letting me talk to you and for coming to my cottage. Why do you like to have all the windows closed on such a beautiful night though? The birds singing their evening songs are truly calming, especially after the stressful day I heard you had. And you still found time to talk with me.
You're so kind.
So, what would you like to talk about? Oh, you want me to tell you about my relationship with Pinkie? Um, what's there to really say? You know most of it already. Oh, you heard about... that? Y-you want me to tell you all about it? I knew telling Rainbow Dash was risky, but at least it's only you, right? Good.
The first time Pinkie and me, very well, if it's for friendship, I guess I can tell you a little about it; just pass me that little pillow from my couch? Oh, why thank you, I'm much more comfortable now.
Well. I-I don’t know where to start, really. I kind of never did what I did before. Much less thought I’d talk about it. Well, I did, but never with another pony. And to think it was with my Pinkie! Oh, um, I’m sorry if I’m too excited. Y-you see, I’m not really the open kind of mare and when I started to date, oh I’m blushing, aren’t I?
I’m sorry, let me get some tea. Would you like some as well? Oh, its no bother, I know my way around a kitchen, I’ll be right back.
…
Here you go. Please, be careful, it’s hot. I also have some cucumber sandwiches and tea cakes as well. Oh, well. I’ll continue, if you insist.
Y-you see, me and her, she… Pinkie. My Pinkie and I; Oh dear, this is so difficult to talk about.
You’re right, I can do this.
We were at my home, my cottage at the edge of the Everfree Forest. The Everfree forest is a very scary place and I don’t go in unless I have to, like one time I was watching the cutie mark crusaders. They’re three fillies that were trying oh so very hard to get their cutie marks. They went looking for Elizabeak, my chicken-
I-I don’t think I’m trying to avoid the topic, why would I avoid talking about my first… Oh my.
Y-yes, it was my first time, pretty much. I mean, I’d done personal, stuff. Um, yes, that’s what it’s called. Y-you’re so comfortable saying those things, I could never say that outloud. Oh my, please… You’re making me blush, please stop saying the ‘M’ word.
Oh, you are versed in debate? That’s very interesting. What do you like to debate?
…
Oh my. I-I, uh, yes, that was amusing. Okay, I’ll say it for you. Masturbate. Oh my, that was kind of fun to say. I’ve never said it out loud before. Masturbate. Oh, I did it again! I guess I am comfortable with you, a little more anyway.
Okay, I’ll tell you about our, my first time. B-but, you have to promise me you won’t tell anypony. It’s not your place, okay?
That’s better, yes.
Very well. I-I need a moment to say this, to tell this story. Would you like more tea? Okay, here you go. And please, try a cake, my Pinkie made them earlier and would be so happy to know you at least tried one. Oh, why thank you, they are good aren’t they?
...
Pinkie and I were on my bed. We liked to read, talk, nap, and cuddle in my bed every day and some nights. This time it was early in the evening. The sun had set and I had finished feeding my pets moments before; Angel was asleep. It was a perfect evening.
We, we had never slept together overnight since we weren’t ready to have the town talk about us in that way. You know how fast gossip spreads with so many stallions, all so close to each other in this town.
W-well, I was lay on my back, resting my wings against the pillow propping me up slightly, I had my legs stretched out while I was reading a romance book that I am quite fond of. A stallion rescues a mare from a cart that nearly falls over a cliff. There’s a lot more to it, but I won’t ruin it for you. I have two extra copies if you want to borrow one later.
But, that’s not why you’re here. Ahem. Pinkie, she was reading a comic and it was really colorful, just like her. She usually likes to lay across the bed and roll from side to side reading in funny voices. This time she didn’t, though.
She read the comic book in silence, which was unusual but very, very nice, since I could enjoy my book more, um, deeply. Then she began to roll on the bed, I thought she was just starting to read out loud but she rolled onto me, laying across my legs with her soft mane brushing against my book.
I giggled and lifted my book a little above her curls so I could read the bottom of the page. A page later and I heard her breathing in slowly from her snout, so I thought she was asleep and I lifted my book to see if she was.
She was looking at the same page of the comic book she was when she had rolled onto me. It was odd, but this is my Pinkie we’re talking about. I could see her blue eyes looking at me even though she tried to hide it then she rolled over and laid on her back, looking at the comic but really looking at me.
I smiled at her, then she reached up and moved my book away.
“Pinkie? I was reading that.”
“I know, I wanna kiss, okay?” I like that she asks every time before she kisses me. Not once has she stolen a kiss. That means a lot to me.
We had kissed a lot over the weeks we had been together so I was okay to kiss again. This time she was different. She turned over while hopping in the air and landed to my right side with her right rear leg between both of, um, mine. She held my muzzle in her hooves and closed her eyes. She has such soft fur. She’d never started a kiss like that and I, well. I guess I was, kind of nervous and maybe a little scared.
It’s only a kiss, Fluttershy, you can do this.
Even though I was with my Pinkie and trusted her, loved her; I am still me, however. But, her lips are so soft, I just can’t say no, not since the first time.
I leaned a little forward and our lips touched. This time she opened her mouth and let her tongue glide along my lips. I gasped and pulled back, my whole body felt hot, I couldn’t breathe right, and I couldn’t talk, but I was smiling. I felt it across my muzzle, and she grabbed me by my cheeks for another kiss.
She kissed me o-open mouthed, h-h-her h-hot breath smelled like strawberry frosting, her fur was as soft as a cloud, her moans were like a large tree swaying in the forest and her hoof left my face. I felt sad, it felt so nice.
Her tongue brushed my lips again and I, well, I felt like I was in heat. Then I felt her tongue on my teeth, and then her tongue. Oh dear, I’m blushing so much. Oh dear. S-she let her tongue touch mine and I, uh, well I let my tongue follow hers back into her mouth. I was so scared that she’d bite me, or maybe hurt me, or, Celestia forbid, run away and not speak to me ever again. She wrapped her forelegs around my neck and we kind of started almost fighting with our tongues.
I-is it really hot in here? It’s getting hot in here. It is. I’m going to open a window, I’ll be right back.
…
Whew, that’s a little better. It’s still warm though. Getting warmer. No more tea for me, I guess.
Uhm, w-well. Then I felt her hoof, the one that wasn’t on my muzzle, on my knee and, um, she made a little circle on my knee, then she began to trace my leg up to my cutie mark. She made a few small circles on it, my cutie mark that is, then she moved to my inner thigh.
If it wasn’t three months away I could have sworn I was in heat. I had never felt so, um, you know, in the mood, in my life. Then she moved her hoof up and touched me on my, um, special place.
What? You don’t know? It’s back there; my, you know. Y-yeah, Rainbow Dash called it my p-p, Pussy. I yelped and closed my legs on her hoof and was feeling so scared right then.
No pony had touched me there since I was, um, younger. A-and I didn’t know if anypony should touch me there since I was bad for letting it happen, um, back then. S-so Pinkie stopped and looked sad, my Pinkie was sad and so very embarrassed, and it was my fault.
“Fluttershy, I’m so sorry," she started with trembly wide eyes, "I thought we were ready to try something new. Something that only special somepony’s did. I didn’t mean to-”
I slapped her across her face. I was so upset and I couldn’t think to do anything else. I stared at her; She looked at me and almost started to cry, but I, well, I remembered what Iron Will taught me.
“You apologize, I penalize!"
I grabbed her by her ears and pulled her into a kiss, this time I let my tongue to the, um, talking? Okay.
What am I doing? I could hurt her.
"Attack the day."
I felt her start to go all wiggly and soft in my forelegs, she moaned. I let her go and then I pushed her away and opened my legs. Just because I didn’t, kind of, really prefer others touching my, special place, it didn’t mean I couldn’t.
"Don't be shy, look 'em in the eye."
I started to, um, masturbate, um, and she looked at my hoof going up and down my, my pussy, then I slowly started making circles, like she did on my leg and cutie mark; it felt different and so much better than the pillow or cushions I usually use. The whole time I looked into her blue eyes. I-I had never done circles before and, yes, it did feel really good.
She was so surprised she couldn’t talk for once, it was so cute. Her eyes were looking to my eyes, then my, um, back there place. I could see her heart beating, and even though it was a little weird to see a heart shape thumping out of her chest, this is my Pinkie afterall.
My fur was getting matted and I started to feel embarrassed when she lay back and opened her legs too.
She was so flexible, she moved her legs open like an eagles wings and used her tail and mane to keep her sitting up at an angle that let me see everything; that was when she started touching herself too.
S-sh-she… I need some tea.
Thank you.
Ahh, okay. So she started with both hooves; making small circles with her one on her button spot and pushing the other one inside of herself. I-I was so hot and was breathing so heavy watching her, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was so wet.
Oh my, it’s so stuffy in here.
I was so moist on my special place, my fur and my hoof was making an embarrassing squishy sound. And then I felt, uhm, well, it happened. You know. That special thing that feels so good, but so bad, too. Usually when that happens I would just cry and wish a pony was with me; that I wasn't so pathetic and alone.
This time I didn’t feel sad, only embarrassed, because right there, a leg's length away from me, was the most amazing pony right there. I closed my eyes and moaned. The good feeling from my rear was hitting me in, waves, of goodness.
I opened my eyes and she was still going. She moved her legs around mine, our ankles locked. She squeaked like a little raccoon as she stopped pushing her hoof inside, leaving it so deep inside her own body, almost to her fetlocks, and then she started making little circles much faster on her, um, button spot.
Kinda hard to breathe in here. It is so hot and stuffy. I’m gonna open another window.
...
I was looking at her a-and then she pulled her hoof out, covering her, self? She was pushing on her button spot in her own way with both hooves to get that special feeling. I wanted to see more, needed too.
"When somepony tries to block, show them that you rock!"
I jumped and before she knew it I was on top of her, my wings were holding me up. She wrapped her legs around me while she put her hooves on my cheeks again. I took her hoof, the one that was matted with her wetness from being so deep inside of her, and I started to lick her fur clean. I felt so good being so naughty. To take control, to be on top for once, to put her hoof in my mouth, because I wanted to.
She gasped and shook, trembling under me, then started to do the same to me, to my hoof that was wet with my juices. S-s-sh-she… Oh my, it’s like an oven in here. My heart’s racing. S-she tasted like cotton candy. The blue kind, a-and I, well kind of I lost myself. I love blue cotton candy, you see.
I walked, with my wings, down her body and we looked at, each other. I only looked down when her pink nipples passed under my eyes. My heart raced, I was going to do something so naughty, something I hadn’t experienced since… Um, anyway.
Her eyes were so wide and beautiful and blue, the smell of cotton candy was so close. I lowered myself, with my forelegs between hers. She opened up and I saw her pinkness. She’s pink all over, inside and out, I didn't know it was all the same color.
I touched hers with my right hoof tip. She didn’t hurt me, or yell, or cry, or beg me to stop. She giggled as I pushed her button spot. She-she, oh y-yes, she wrapped her legs around me, above my wings and closed them, holding me close to her. So close I could feel the warmth from her place.
“I'll take what's mine!"
I leaned onto her, um, pussy, with my mouth open and let my tongue lick her outside her moist fur. She was so warm and soft and sweet. She tasted like honey and blue cotton candy; the smell of wildflowers was in her fur around that spot. I let my right hoof start to press against the base of her soft furry opening. I started going up and down it while licking her sweet flavor.
So warm and wet, so sweet, so tasty. Mmm. I started to push my hoof inside her and felt her tighten and loosen. I licked her button spot and started to act like a stallion with my foreleg, pushing my hoof in and out of her pink body. My special place was tingling so much. Her pussy was dripping with her sweet sticky nectar, hehe. I bet my bee friends would be jealous to know how great it tasted.
“Oh, ‘Shy. No, you’re my Flutterstrong, Fluttersexy, Flutterpie. Yes! You're my Flutterpie. Oh yeah, eat my pink pie. Right there, oh it’s so good. Taste my fruit filling.”
She was so, okay, with it. With me hoofing her so roughly. I’d known she’d had a stallion before, but she had me now. And I had her, I went faster and licked deeper. She started to shake her hips, pulling me more with her legs. Her hips lifted and I felt her get really squeezy for a bit, then s-she reached and grasped for my left hoof that I had on her cutie mark.
She put it on her, um, teats, and then I started to pinch them, each nipple. She moaned. She grabbed my mane, messing it up; it hurt, but it was a good hurt. She called my name. I was so proud of myself.
I felt so good, having made her feel so good. She screamed really loud and I pulled my hoof out of her p-p-pussy because she pulled my muzzle against her. There was a squirt of some fluid that came from her and I closed my mouth but, I had to know.
I let my tongue out and tasted it. Oh my, it was so warm and sweet and- I need to open another window, be right back.
...
She pushed me back with her legs, my face and muzzle leaving her with a funny pop and squish sound, then she was on top of me again. She started to pet me, down there, I-I was scared, but, she’s my Pinkie Winkie, I had to trust her to be gentle and keep me safe. She kissed me again and started to kiss my body from my neck down to my special place.
I’m not a filly anymore, I’m a grown mare. I’m with Pinkie and she won’t hurt me. I am ready for anything she wants to do, um, mostly, maybe I should-
"Maybes are for babies!" I reminded myself.
She looked at me and I nodded, moving my messy mane, pushing it behind my head so she could see me. She kissed me on my thighs, oh my, I-I still feel it, her soft lips kissing me all over my underside, her tongue swirling little circles, her touch going through my fur, touching my skin. I trembled a lot and felt so hot, my pussy, felt like it was, um, begging for her.
I laid back, folded my wings tight, and opened my legs as much as I could. I’m not as flexible as she is, but I did my best. She started to lick me and said I was really tight. She licked, and rubbed my spot. She massaged my teats and then wrapped her forelegs around my hips tightly while she pushed her tongue into me.
I hadn’t felt that before, it was so firm yet soft and went so deep. I sat up to look at what she was doing and she pushed me back down.
"Treat me like a pushover, and you'll get the once over."
I grabbed her mane and pulled. Her mane made a stretchy sound. I was breathing so heavy. I had so much control for once. "Are you okay?" I asked. She giggled.
"You laugh at me, I wrath at you!"
I, kind of got mad, like, growled and I might have, yelled. But just a little.
“Lick me. Lick it more, you eat my cupcake. Swirl it. Pinkie Pie, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. Ugh, right there. Don’t stop, you naughty little filly, looking at me like that earlier. Don’t you dare stop, oh it feels so good. You’ve waited too long for this, you deserve it, every drop is yours. Yes, yes. YES!”
I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her mane as hard as I could, I heard her squeal like a little piggy; then I felt a pop inside me, inside my pussy. I felt my legs tremble.
“Get it, taste it all, swallow it. It’s yours,” I growled, “my cupcake is yours. I love you, Pinkie Pie, I’m yours!”
It was amazing and I had never screamed so loud. Well, not since my first gala anyway. The world was spinning and my body was feeling crazy. I tried to gallop when I was on my back, I burst into tears, but I wasn't sad, not really. I couldn't control it as I fell asleep. I woke a little when I felt her nuzzle my neck, kissing me softly on the cheek; the smell of me on her muzzle.
I felt like I was in a cloud, just wrapped in its fuzziness. My skin tingled everywhere, I couldn’t breathe slowly, just panting, and no matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking.
She wrapped me in her forelegs as I fell asleep, weeping softly. But, a good cry this time. I was so loved. I wanted her to do what we did, I just didn't know how much I needed it. I felt like I had conquered something inside me, like I was a better mare than I was.
Early the next morning I woke up in her forelegs, th-the smell of what we did was in our fur, all over my muzzle. I could still taste her when I licked my nose. I was so warm and safe; I never felt so much happiness and love, I cuddled into her soft pink fur and smelled her. She smelled like pink popcorn this time. Then I fell back asleep.
A-and that was it; pretty much.
Um, are you alright? Oh my, I hope you keep your promise to not tell my first time story, it was a doozy and you don’t want my Pinkie Winkie to be sad, do you? Y-you don’t want me to be sad, do you?
Oh, I knew I could trust you. I feel so much better telling you this, it was such an amazing thing and maybe I’ll tell you about our second time. I was a little more assertive.
Here, have the last cup of tea and a biscuit this time. You look flustered.
A punishing night
This is a secret, you understand that, right? No pony can know about what I’m going to tell you; ever.
At least, not yet. Okay? I-I don’t know why I did it, but it was… exhilarating. She loved it, I loved it… and was disgusted by her at the same time.
No, no time for tea this time. I have to tell you before she wakes up; we only have about half an hour.
I, I hope you’re comfortable. Do you need another pillow?
Right, what happened...
I was lying on the couch; the very one we’re sitting on right now, yes.
Please, sit still…
I was lying on this couch, who was my first and only lover for the longest time. It’s so embarrassing saying that now just as I used to think that back then.
It was around eight or nine at night and Pinkie was late to spend time with me. Normally I expected it with her random parties and all. But, this time it was different.
She was sad and ashamed. I sat up and looked at her intently but she wouldn’t look at me.
I got up and went to her and cupped her muzzle in my hooves and looked into her eyes; I felt myself ready to cry for her before she even began; then I smelled it.
I… I was so hurt and upset, but I needed to see. I pushed her face away and ran around her, lifting her tail and looking. I saw it.
Long strings of white stuff. Stallion juice was still oozing out of her, stuck to her tail and looked like… I, I can’t say anymore about what it looked like.
Pinkie turned to me with tears at the corner of her eyes and started to apologize but-but I slapped her across her muzzle; hard.
My heart ached for a second as I saw her fall to the floor. What if I had really hurt her? What if she left me? What if I went to jail?
I was thinking too much of myself, I realized, and flew to her front to see her smiling.
I know I should have been more upset with myself, but she’s my Pinkie! MINE!
I-I’m sorry for yelling… Sh-she’s the first pony I’ve loved, and she cheated on me… with a stallion.
Ahem…
I need some water, I’ll be right back.
…
I brought a pitcher and two cups. I’ve had two already to calm down… I’m really sorry about that.
Um, well. I helped her up and she waved her tail, sending that stench through the air again and I hovered over her scowling.
“Pinkie, what have you done?”
“Fluttershy, I’m sorry. I just threw a party for a stallion and he wasn’t happy, so I did what I had to, to make him full of sunshine again.”
My heart ached as I landed and turned my head away from her. The stench of stallion seed stung my nose and I swung at her again, sending her to the floor in a heap.
I hovered over her. “What were you thinking Pinkie-Winkie? How could you be such a bad filly? Letting him do that to you?! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What you could cost me?!”
“F-Flutters, I’m sorry. He wasn’t like an animal, he was a pony that was sad and I had to make him happy,” she whimpered.
“An animal?” I asked, landing as I looked around at the critters in the room. “Everypony OUT! Please leave us alone,” I shouted to the creatures around us. In six seconds the house was deathly quiet as I stood over Pinkie.
She looked at me with a quivering bottom lip as I leaned down to her and whispered. “Crawl like an animal.”
She opened her eyes wide and stifled a laugh. “But, we are animals, silly. We have-”
“Hush, Pinkie,” I said calmly as I trotted ahead of her, “follow me like a kitty.”
She got up and cleared her throat. “Um, meeow?”
“A kitty doesn’t say ‘meeow’, Pinkie. Now,” I turned and looked at her with cold eyes and I felt myself grinning, “be a good kitty and come get your milk.”
“B-but, I wanna shower to clean up, not-”
“DO IT NOW!”
Her ears fell to her head, pressing flat, as she hung her head and smirked. “Mew.”
“That’s a good kitty,” I said walking into the kitchen as she followed me and brushed her mane against my legs. “Awe, you’re such a sweet little animal, aren’t you?”
“Mew, mgrrawl.”
She actually purred. I couldn’t believe it, but she did it. I poured a small platter of milk and set it on the floor. “C’mon, kitty, drink up. Then it’s time for your bath.”
“Mggrraw.” She said as she slicked her mane back. A slapped her cutie mark and hissed at her.
“Kitties don’t fix their manes, do they?”
She shook her head and mewed again as she leaned over and licked the milk. Her mane got a bit milky but she didn’t mind.
“Good kitty, drinking all the milk. Now, c’mon, time for your leash so you don’t run away from your bath.
“Kheah.”
“Don’t you hiss at me, little kitty… Now,” I produced the leash I kept under the counter, just in case, “let’s get you in.”
“M-mew?”
I walked around her and loosened it to fit over her neck and tightened it firmly.
She purred in delight again and began rubbing her side and mane against me again.
“Now, you’re going to be a good kitty and take a bath, like the animal you are. We’re going to wash all that nastiness out of you, then… we’re going to play a little.”
Heh. Pinkie stood up straight and looked at me with that special look… like, she wanted to, but was afraid of what it meant, I guess.
I led her to the stairs and waited for her to move ahead, but she stopped again, looking at the stairs.
“Go on, kitty.”
She didn’t move. So I went ahead and pulled a bit, the leash in my teeth went taut as she fought me. She hissed at me. Oh, it felt so good to be in such control. I took wing to the air and picked her up, by the neck.
“Uurrk.”
She lifted and scrambled in the air as I flew half way up the stairs and landed at the top.
“Now, kitty, come.”
“Mn-mng-mngrrrawl.”
She coughed and crawled up the stairs, quickly passing me and sulking in to the bathroom. I tugged hard on the leash to stop her. “Lay down.”
She laid down.
I went behind her and stroked her tail, then reached under her tail and she mewled into her hoof as I rubbed the white mess leaking from her.
I pressed inside of her soft, pink, wet body, letting her feel the pressure as I was leaning on her with before pulling my dripping wet hoof out of her and moving to her front. I wiped my hoof and all the stallion’s smell, wet mess, and… all that on the floor just inside the bathroom and I grabbed her mane.
“Did you do that?! DID YOU MAKE THAT HAPPEN?!” I shouted and pushed her snout into it as I mounted her. “Get up,” I told her.
“I-I don’t… Fluttershy, I’m not-”
“Hush,” I leaned down and nibbled her ear, “my name, my real name, is Flutter Storm. When I was a filly, my parents changed my name because I was shy. I was shy because of what a certain family friend did to me.
“My parents never knew, but they did. I did,” I said looking back into the past.
“F-Fluttershy? I-I’m so sorry, I, I never even thought-”
I leaned forward and tugged the leash. She got up and walked slowly into the bathroom as I continued, while riding her. Her hips moved against my, private spot just right.
“I kept it a secret, but only Rainbow Dash ever got close to finding out. When she came to help me with flying practice, she stopped him while he was… And that was when I knew Rainbow was a true friend. She began to spend all her free time with me, to make sure he stayed away.”
“That’s so nice of our Dashie.”
“Y-yes. It was, and still is. She hasn’t left me since, but we’re only friends. Now, I don’t want to fight, so you’re going to be a puppy now. Th-that’s okay, right?”
“Grrrruf!”
“Awe, who’s a good doggie? Who’s a good doggie?! You like scratches on your belly, donchu? Okay, time for a hot bath to clean you up,” I said getting into the tub with Pinkie hopping in right behind me. I started the water and yelped… she had her nose in my… under tail.
I shuddered and made sure the water was nice and hot, the steam was rising and it wasn’t just from the water.
I grabbed her by her ears and pulled her into a kiss. Oh, I still taste the candy in her teeth…
She climbed over me and I shuddered again. My wings started going stiff and I had to move to get comfortable in the tub as she looked down at me. The leash was soaking wet, her mane was absorbing so much water…
Her face was silhouetted by the light at the ceiling making her look so… serene.
She leaned in to kiss me, first she licked my snout and we giggled as I wrapped my forelegs around her.
“I love you Pinkie, but I’m not happy with what you did.”
“I-I’m sorry Fluttershy. I’ll be more… yours.”
“You’re my Pinkie-Winkie, right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then, you’re going to be my Pinkie, and do what I say.”
“...Grruf! Arf arf!”
“Kiss me, you naughty dog.”
I pulled her so close to me that I thought our fur was going to melt together in the humidity. I forget what happened next, except that her muzzle was working its way down my body.
I felt the fear and anxiety that defined my life, my life, right there. But, as she nibbled my nipples before she let her chin rest on my tail, I felt it wash away with the water that was raining on us.
When her tongue first touched my, special spot, I tensed and tried not to cry out, but I felt her hooves on my cutie marks. No other pony touched me there, ever. Not like that. I felt her tongue lapping against me, back there.
I felt the leash in my hoof and I let it go. I couldn’t hurt her right then. I couldn’t let her feel trapped, not right then, anyway.
She lapped right on the spot, and didn’t waste any time. I bit my pastern and whinnied to myself, wrapping my legs around her long, beautiful neck as she let her, as I let her tongue enter my body.
The feeling, oh… it was, beyond words. I-I… oh my, I’m wettening the couch… No, wait here, I’ll be right back with a cushion.
…
W-wh… I, ahem. Th-the feeling, was from my tail to my ears. Just, everywhere.
I… The sound of rain washing over us, the feeling of it pelting against my fur as she huffed and slurped, tasting my insides like I was a cupcake or something.
I, remember the feeling only after that. Like a strike of lightning to my heart and exploding outward I felt it. I felt the same feeling as when my element of harmony was being used, only this feeling was from back there AND in my heart.
I heard a loud noise from the bathroom, all around me. I opened my eyes, and started to laugh. It was me. I was making the noise. It was the feeling, making my laugh and cry at the same time as I felt her climb up my body again and press her lips to mine.
I was kissing her all over her face and tasting myself on her muzzle before it all washed away.
I gulped a mouthful of water from her mane and sighed as my body went normal again.
“Fluttershy, that was, amazing-balls! It was light a lightbulb of pink went off and you giggled like a filly on her cutecenera!”
“B-b-b…”
“Buh, what?”
“B-b-bad, doggie,” I said kissing her again as I took the leash near her neck into my hoof and pushed her back. “Turn around, it’s time for your bath.”
She looked at me funny before I pushed her back and sat up, turning her around and biting her tail hairs in my teeth, lifting it, holding the hairs up with a hoof so I could look into her pink body.
No, I couldn’t see all the way inside, silly. (giggle) That’s just not possible.
What I did see what what little of him was left in her. Not, what was deep inside, that would have to come out later.
Right now, in the hot shower, it was about time to clean her up.
“Now, be a good puppy and let me clean you all up,” I said as I reached to grab a bottle of soap.
I poured a little into my hoof and leaned back, lathering it up before I started. Starting at the tip of her tail and carefully washed her. I moved from her tail to her back, to her flanks and then, rubbing my chest over her back, I started washing her mane.
She moaned in pleasure like any number of pets I’d cleaned before I reached around and started her chin, neck, underbody, and finally, her private place.
N-no. I don’t want to say it… Oh, fine, because I know you love to hear it. I washed her pussy, extra careful. Just the outside to make it look clean.
That is until she tightened her belly and more leaked out. I wiped her clean with a hoof and splashed some water against her to make sure she was clean, before I gave in to my desires and started rubbing the tip of my polished hoof against her pink folds.
Slowly, gently, I went in and out of her. Her tail swished and moved aside as she lowered her chest into the water and raised her back end, opened her legs, and let me inside her easier.
As my hoof got wetter it went deeper until my fur was wet with her juices; her sweet, sweet, cotton candy juices.
I didn’t go super deep, but she seemed to like it. I twisted a little as I moved in and out of her soft body, carefully and caringly.
I pulled my dripping, slimy, wet foreleg from her body and leaned in, letting my heartbeat pound in my chest as I sniffed her pussy.
Oh, my vision swam and my mouth watered. I tasted her before my tongue touched her waiting body. Once I did taste her, it flooded my senses.
I let my tongue slide into her and it was as tight as anything I can imagine, not loose as my hoof had slid into. I let my hooves slide to her cutie marks to hold her still as I buried my snout into her plot and tasted everything. Salty from the stallion, sweet from her… and so much love.
Yes, as odd as it sounds, my friend, I tasted love, and I giggled while I tasted her.
Peppermint candy was all I smelled and blue cotton candy was all I tasted… It was so nice… then I heard her.
Her legs were trembly and the noise she made was like a bear yawning in the morning.
Her rear leg slipped and she fell away from me, but she quickly scrambled to get to her knees again and got just like she was. Sh-she needed me, and I was doing a good job. As a marefriend and as a best friend.
I gripped her again and… oh dear, what I did next wasn’t very nice.(giggle).
I stopped and looked up to her as she looked back to me with her bright blue eyes as I looked at her, back there. She was almost there, it was opening and closing, her clitty was moving and squeezing tight.
But she wasn’t there yet.
“You were a bad puppy, you have to wait for your treat,” I told her as I got up and turned off the water.
She even gave me the puppy eyes.
She’s so cute.
I got out and dried myself, then pulled her out and dried her before untying her. “Now, go play and I’ll give you your treat before bed.”
She whimpered and gulped before trotting past me.
“Hey!” She stopped and looked back, “puppies don’t trot,” I winked.
She smirked and squatted.
“We can stop when you say my name,” I said as I kissed her cheek and slapped her flanks.
“Fluttershy, I love you.”
“That’s not my name,” I said holding the leash up and bringing it down with a snap across her back. She yelped and giggled.
“Okay, sorry.”
With a snap I hit her again. She squealed and hopped ahead before barking and waving her tail as she hopped happily around me. With a final lunge she tripped me with a giggle into her hoof as I looked to my legs.
They were all wrapped with the leash. “You clever little… That’s it,” I giggled and chased her to the bedroom.
All the animals had scurried out of the room when we got in there, for our privacy, you know. They’re such kind creatures. The smaller ones especially, since they have a natural instinct to keep to themselves.
The birds left the room and closed the door after themselves… they’re so sweet to think of our privacy like that.
Oh, the story… Right. Well, I chased her into the room and got the leash before she jumped onto the bed.
“No, no, puppy. You can’t go on the bed until later.”
She did it again… those puppydog eyes that melted my heart and before I knew it we were both in bed, I jumped in first and she followed right after and walked in a few circles in the same place, before laying down.
“Flutterstorm, can I read a book?”
“Wh-what? But, I thought we were going to… and, I wasn’t ready to be done yet.”
“Ugh, you don’t even know what book, yet.” She reached under her and pulled out a book… She still won’t tell me how she does that. “It’s called the Caramel Sutra; from Saddle Arabia and beyond.”
“Oh? Oh my,” I said looking at the page she randomly opened to, “but, that’s a stallion and mare.”
“Oh, psh, let’s just use our imaginations.”
She turned the pages and grinned at one, moving the leash around her forelegs so she could turn to me, showing me the position.
“O-oh my, Pinkie… I, I don’t know.”
“Well, if not now, soon? For your puppy Pinkie-Winkie?”
I leaned over and kissed her cheek, inhaling her smell. She smelled like me, and her usual self.
“For you, my Pinkie, I’ll do anything. Right now though, I simply wanna hold you and thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?”
“Cheating on me.”
Pinkie was quiet for a while as I nuzzled her. “I, don’t understand… You’re not being a silly filly, or a meanie head… I don’t--”
“Because, I still love you. More now, I think. And every time we do something like this, it helps me forget about my foalhood; and what happened. Why my name changed, why I changed. The past is finally becoming the past, and it’s thanks to you.”
“Uhm, okay?”
I untied the leash and tossed it to the floor as I laid on her forelegs and fell asleep. The sound of her heartbeat lulled me away into bliss.
And, that’s it. So, my little Angel Bunny, you understand why I need so much help from you at night now, and why Pinkie is staying over a couple nights a week?
Oh my, it’s late, I have to go to bed before she wakes up and misses me.
Goodnight, and don’t forget to avoid the owls.
