Author's Note

You are quite astute to know that a pony is at their most vulnerable when they are alone. But then, I always took you for a voyeur...

CONTAINS:
•Solo: Fluttershy
•Fantasy

Morning Needs [Fluttershy, Solo, Fantasy]

With the morning came many needs. A need for breakfast, a need for cleanliness, a need for preparation. Fluttershy was experiencing a different sort of need, one that made itself known right on the heels of the moon's light receding from the land. She had been awake for a few minutes before then, of course: many of her avian housemates would raise a ruckus if they were not tended to first, and that habit let her be roused before they were.

Luckily for her, she was free from any duties that morning. Aside from making sure everyone was fed (and making a bit of time for her own breakfast), there were no appointments for her to meet or make. The afternoon would be a different story, but for now, all she felt was warmth and contentment while the sky outside slowly darkened before the coming dawn.

Oddly, she felt that her hoof had strayed toward her lower regions during her sleep. The very edges of both were touching each other. She paused to think, then gave a quiet giggle. Little wonder why her latest dream had been more distinct than most...she was setting herself up for a different sort of hunger.

She still felt warm. She had no need to get up for another few minutes. Her friends and pets were quiet and still. And her mind, unusually playful, tried its best to capture the images of her latest dream. It didn't take long for her to simply go with it. Her eyes closed, but she didn't move her hoof; she rather liked the subtle teasing.

Images played behind her closed eyes. Shadows and sensations came back to her in a rush, sorting themselves out or else fading entirely. She seemed to remember a specific weight that she was controlling. No, there were two: one that she held, and one much bigger that was holding her. She giggled again, unsure which was exciting her more. Maybe both? Oh, yes, now that was a wonderful notion.

Slowly, Fluttershy thought more detail into what remnants of her dream there were. Shapes and colors emerged as smoothly as water on a bank. There were no solid lines; everything still flowed in her mind's eye. They were blurry, yes, but more importantly they were everywhere. Soft shapes and colorful patterns that vaguely resembled ponies she knew, with all of them lacking faces but still giving her delicious sensations.

A moan escaped her. When had her hoof started to move? It didn't matter, no wait, it was all that mattered.

Her brow furrowed as she willed the phantoms to act. One was larger than the other, their colors of red and orange blending and pulling at each other. They seemed to reach for her, then they simply reached her, and suddenly jolts of excitement caused Fluttershy's hips to twitch. Oh wow, there was another shape too, with soft yellow tones, and another with blue, two nearby with white, goodness, had everyone come by to see this?

Frowning, Fluttershy opened her eyes a crack. The thought of a large group activity was enticing, but she knew she didn't have much time to spend there. It would have to be kept to a smaller band, despite her libido's protests.

So then, two shapes, two colors. She closed her eyes again and apologized for making them wait. They responded by moving around her, pulling her close to their warmth, scooping her up, setting her down somewhere even warmer, and placing their faceless bodies above her own. Somehow, she knew the wetness touching her dock was still fresh. She gave a moan of assent and moved her body against it.

Then another moan came out, much louder than the last while still remaining subdued. Her hoof made long, languid strokes up and down the length of her folds, finally doing more than teasing. Pulling her lip between her teeth, Fluttershy used her other hoof to pull a nearby pillow close. After all, in her fantasy, there were two different weights. She nuzzled the soft material, imagining it was as warm as the smaller figure.

The colors melded together again, too close to tell where one ended and the other began. They slowly moved above her, touching her, making her feel warm and ticklish while still sending electric chills along the lengths of her legs. Where one moved on, the other arrived, leaving no part of her ignored. Soon they went low, dragging their colors along the curves of her hips. She twitched harder in response.

A flash of white sped across her mind. Not another figure, but rather an idea. She was holding the pillow close to her body, and one corner of it was near enough to her busy hoof to be felt. And since there were two shapes...

She went back to her fantasy. The two colors pulled apart once more, with the orange staying low while the pillow followed. The red figure returned up to her, and she felt phantom nips and breaths along her neckline. The thought distracted her for the briefest of moments, causing a flare of surprise to catch her when the fabric of the pillow pushed her hoof away. Compared to earlier, the touch was smooth and soft, and it reached everywhere at once. And when it slid up her length...

The strongest spasm yet hit her, and her body went back to the bed with a groan from the springs. There was much more of the wetness now, soaking into her coat and the coat of the smaller figure. The grinding hadn't stopped. Moisture from her own need spread and soaked her hind legs, carried by the soft touch of the orange color. More than that, her own slender body had begun to sweat, and she felt the tingling rivulets run down along her stomach. Oh, it was wonderful.

She had to remember that there were two with her. The red color returned to her vision, holding her down with the gentle weight of her own blanket. A distinct scent filled her nostrils, and she knew that her sticky hoof had come to help in another way. When her next gasp escaped her, the tip of her hoof was just close enough so that the scent of her deeds could by tasted on her tongue. What else could she do but lean down and taste it properly?

The new sensation sent another chill through her. She worked her tongue along the ridges, picturing a very specific shape that was defined for her enjoyment. She didn't give much thought into how odd it looked against the blurry phantom on whom it was attached. She didn't have time for thoughts - only instinct was allowed here. A series of shorter moans worked their way between her lips and through her muzzle.

As her fantasy continued, her body took over where it was needed. She no longer focused on her own limbs or why she would need to wash her linens. All her movements were the result of the movements themselves. One grind led into another. A suck gave way to the next. Sweat and need mingled together in the best possible places. The warmth surrounding her only fed her hunger more, bringing with it a promise for something deep and wonderful and sorely missed.

Faster she moved, not registering the high-pitched whine of bedsprings or the rustle of cloth against flesh. The colors were all along her, no longer switching spots yet still touching her everywhere. All she needed was another push, something extra to send her flying and put her straining wings to good use.

And then it was there. An emergence of a third shape. The smallest yet, and paler than the other two. It had only just arrived, or maybe it had been there the whole time. It was watching her, that much was clear. The shape was silent and still yet gasping and fidgety, it was impossible to tell beneath the wash of warmth, the wetness, the hardness, the scent, the weight, the taste, the-

Fluttershy snapped. With a loud cry of delight, her hind legs closed tight around the pillow and her wet hoof pressed against her lips. Many shudders went through her body, and she felt her hips pushing up and up and up, her hind hooves straining against the sheer joy of her own body. The shapes in her fantasy had all vanished, replaced by fireworks and comets and bright, bright seeds.

She came down slowly. Moving her hoof away from her mouth, she sucked in air among hitching gasps and giggles. One hind leg was slipping against the slick sheets, so she let them both slide back. Her hips touched the wet spot beneath her, but it was nowhere near as warm as her soft, favorite pillow still held tight between her thighs. And somewhere along the way, her blanket had been pulled inward, leaving her strained feathers exposed to the cool morning air.

After a long moment spent enjoying an entirely different sort of warmth, she released a sigh and opened her eyes. The sky outside had become much brighter. Long lines of reds and oranges flew from the horizon, coating any clouds in the way with a splash of heaven. Already some of the birds outside had taken flight, their forms nothing more but dark spots against the new day. On cue, the caws and clatters of her own birds rose up from the first floor. She had finished right on time.

All in all, Fluttershy thought it was a great start to the morning. With another chilling twitch, she lifted the poor pillow from its prison. She frowned at the state of it. There was more wet to it than dry spots, much of it going deep into the material, and the case had been wrinkled in deep crevasses that stretched from end to end. If the state of her pillow was any indication of her sheets, then she had just found her morning chore. Which meant she needed to go out and buy some extra laundry soap. Maybe an apple-scented one.

The thought made her laugh aloud. Why not? Even the sunrise seemed to agree with her fantasy, what with its choice of reds and oranges. With any luck, she would see both those colors again while she was in town. Plus, she realized with a sinful grin, the bright yellow was guaranteed to come later.