A Date of Flutters to Alleviate the periodic Pain

Chapters

Mid-Night and a stabbing Pain: 1
A Shy Visitor: 2
Hitting the Hay: 3

Mid-Night and a stabbing Pain: 1

Author's Note

Fluttershy's POV

Mid-Night and a stabbing Pain: 1

I woke up in the middle of the night, with a stabbing pain from my orchid. This is how I endure the night, thrice a month as the moon is full.

There is nothing I could do; I had exhausted all my resources, trying anything and everything I knew. Only too embarrassed to go to the hospital, or even Zecora’s hut in the middle of the Everfree forest; even if there is an element of fear, stopping me from going there.

In the end, I had apparently mentioned something to Pinkie Pie, who generously offered me a possibility. All I have to do; is to apply the gel she offered me, then come over to her place. She had Pinkie Promised to help me from there.

I had noticed that she had made a note in her otherwise insanely busy schedule in order to clear space for me and my problem. Planning, throwing, hosting and attending parties does take up a large part of her time, when she isn’t with her numerous friends; aside from her full-time job baking and delivering for the Cakes’ at the Sugar-Cube Corner, of course.

Maybe I should have read the instructions and the warnings, coming with the products she had handed me; but right now I am not at liberty to be shy and sticker of rules, as I am desperate and in a panic. I know I will wake up from a stabbing pain and a bloody mess of a bed, in the middle of the night; if I did not do anything to prevent it. Staying up, is no alternative and it doesn’t change anything; even if it means that my bed will be clean tomorrow. Yet, that would leave me as a mess, the following week; if I stay up all night.

I opened the first jar and extracted its content, covering my mound and orchid liberally; permitting it to saturate the skin completely, at which time the jar incidentally is empty.

Now I empty the next jar, repeating the process; only applying this gel to my right and left cherry. Noticing a slightly slippery effect on the flesh; as they both grew a full size and turned slightly rubbery, to the touch. The effect made me blush in embarrassment, thinking of the excitement Pinkie Pie promised; aside from the hope she could alleviate the pain I was looking forwards, to with growing dread.

Once the gel had saturated my cherries; I applied the gel lip gloss to my lips and painted the eye shadows around my eyes as she had instructed me, note entirely sure what good either of the two would be doing me, even if I guess I was going to look as sexy as she had hoped I could.

Now I applied the gel that was covering the tips of my fingers, one by one; noticing the skin grew thicker to what seems to look like the sensitive pads, which seems like fun if I am to explore myself. At this point, I apply a clear gel on my finger-short nails, from the center of the root and down to the tip, continuing right and left, right and left. Only finishing as I had coated all my nails completely.

Finally, I apply a gel under my hooves, looking as the gel was absorbed until the sensitive skin had been fully saturated; before I applied the clear gel over the front of my hooves. Once the final gel had been absorbed and saturated my hooves; I soon noticed them going hard and adamant, which should be good, I hope.

Knowing the connection between my sexuality and the mound and orchid; I guess it would help me, if I feel as exciting and sexy as possible.

There was no visual, or visible changes, from the time I had finished applying the gel to my body. I guess that is good.

Since Pinkie Pie had made the promise; and in her most serious and severe manner, with the gestures and all, putting emphasis on what she had meant; I can let the event rest for the remainder of the day.

I am going to see her after she had done the work she could not escape. At least, I will be with her before the sun of Celestia’s is going down. I guess I could as well try to perform my chores and other duties and obligations for the rest of the day. No point in holding up, I have done all the preparations she had asked of me.

I walk out of my cottage with the feed, pouring up food for all the critters living outdoors. Once this is done, I go back in; mixing up the salad for my bunny; Angel. At this point, I fed the rest of the indoors critters and pets.

Once I had fed all the pets and critters; I inspected the stores of feeds, supplies and other items required to manage my duties, as caretaker of the critters and pets of the Ponyville district.

Once the morning duties had been taken care of; I continued to have by lunch, and poured up the feed for all the critters who were required to have something to eat.

Sadly, even after Pinkie Pie’s Pinkie promise; I am still worries. I can’t take quite the joy in the meal as I used to, before this item of my periodical pain came up. Before, the periods came and went; but with no real consequences on my daily life. I am pinning a terrible burden on Pinkie Pie, in the hopes that she could actually help me out.

As a fellow mare, I guess she is knowing about these things as much as any others in town. Being pinkie Pie, she is holding the key secrets none other dare to approach. Who knows when and where she learns of these secrets. Or, is it simply by being Pinkie Pie, and true to herself she knows what she knows?

A Shy Visitor: 2

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Shy Visitor: 2

I had closed the door behind me and prepared myself, for what is before me. The tube and plug of the panties are both lubed up, and I have had a test, licking them; before I had finally slipped the rubber panties on.

My panties are skin tone; which means that it is the same pink hue as my hips are, but a shiny, to glistering lustre, rather than the mate of my skin. It is as much as I had hoped to have time for, and all the preparations I had expected to need.

There is a shy knock on the door and I hastily open the door and pull my friend into the room, before I quietly kick the door shut behind me.

“Hiya, Pinkie. I came as fast as I could. On that note, Angel helped me to go on the time we agreed upon!” she prompted; with growing anxiety, in both her voice and all over her face; as it started to grow dark outside.

“Hiya, Flutters, you are right on time. Let us get cozy and warm up with a cup of hot tea, before we get to the point!” I responded; firing of one of my warmest smiles, with confidence.

“Oh, okay; Pinkie, a cup of tea could be nice. Maybe you could soothe my nerves enough; before you explain, what you had in mind?” she prompted.

“The water will be hot in a minute or two; just enough time for you to sit down, while I get everything in place!” I responded, with the smile firmly in place.

Pinkie Pie picked out a pair of cups, spoons and a bowl of sugar with a tiny silver spoon in, with which to measure up the sugar for the tea with; before she placed them before us and the sugar in the middle of the table.

Once the water is boiling, she pours it through the filter and right into the kettle. From there, she walks over to the table and fills up both the cups and places the kettle by the sugar.

“If you take it with sugar, help yourself; and anything else I need to pick up for you?” I pointed out.

“No, it is fine!” she responded; as I filled up my cup with several spoons of sugar, in preparation for what I had before me.

“Okeley, dokeley; let me hear more of the details, before we get going!” I prompted.

“I wake up in the middle of the night with a stabbing pain, and the bed is soaked with blood; I am sick and tired of it. Each moon, it is hitting me for three consecutive nights. The pain and the blood loss alone is practically killing me!” she explained.

“A strange coincidence to have your cycle tied in to the lunar cycle, but it isn’t unheard of; yet I take if you are particularly severely hit by this phenomenon, from what you are telling me!” I responded.

“I usually had a fairly easy period before, but it changed suddenly on a full Moon; after which it has stayed this severe and painful, never leaving the lunar cycle!” she explained.

“The first thing I need to do, is to break you out of your hard shell of shyness; then I need you to experience a full on orgasm, at the very least, or as many as I can muster in the time you have before you!” I prompted.

“The shyness has always been with me, like an abusive companion; I haven’t really dared to approach any Stallion, out of fear of rejection and abuse!” she responded.

“Since you trust me, just like every Pony else does; maybe I could help you breaking that horrid ice, and permit you to actually feel something other than fear?” I pointed out.

“I guess I have simply seen you being right, when you should have been wrong; defying all logic and reason; how could I not trust you! I guess the products you handed me, was an indication as to where you were going? I was embarrassed; by just how exciting it was, and how the mere thought excited me!” she pointed out, blushing all over again.

“Time to hit that proverbial hay!” I declared, as I finished my cup of tea.

“Oh, okay; but where is your hay?” she inquired.

“If you come right over to me, and I will get you started!” I prompted, pushing my chair out from the table in order to give her the room she would need.

“Oh, okay?” she whispered; as she walked around the table, to where I am sitting.

“If you start, by bending over? Then lick the head of my yello!” I instructed her.

“Oh, okay?” she whispered as response; while bending over and tried to lick the hard, pink rubber.

As luck had it; she had managed to give me a lick or two, before she pushed forwards enough for her lips to slip down over the head; plopping before she actually had had the time to realize what was happening, in the first place.

Naturally, she had felt her lips instinctively contract on contact. The reaction is instantaneous and absolute with no chance for her to control the reaction at all. Once her lips had slipped past the head, there is no way she could pull back and drop out. She is stuck, pure and simple.

As she tried to pull back, her lips was contracting around my head; which insistently refused to permit her to slip off of me. When it hit home, she blushed in embarrassment and initial panic. Yet, the sensation of her slippery, elastic, rubbery lips over the ribs along the length of the shaft was teasing and exciting her; bringing up a counter point reaction to make her like to stay. With each time she pushed forwards and tentatively tried to pull back; the effect mounted towards excitement, which merely embarrassed her even further. Apparently; she had not been prepared for what I had in mind, or how I had intended to launch her; to where I knew she had to go.

With my right hand on the back of her neck, I pushed her all the way down, slowly; making the head push further and beyond, down her throat; eliciting further sensations for her. I noted how her eyes went wide as she felt the head slip down her throat, but unable to react, let alone say a word in protest.

“If you just hold on to my thighs, you will find it much more comfortable!” I instructed her confidently.

As she complied with the word; I could feel how she slowly calmed down and grew more confident, as she continued bobbing up and down.

I place my left hand on her plump butt and move it towards the valley and feel my index finger slide into the orifice from behind. Just in order to tease her for a minute or so, I keep the finger just inside and rub the squeeze.

“I think it is time to withdraw to the back room. If you could just pull up?” I instructed her.

She responded and started to pull back; but as hard as she may try, there still is no way around the initial dilemma; she couldn’t pull her lips over the head. As I see where she stopped, I place my hands on her cheeks and slip my index and middle fingers from my right and left hand respectively in, between her lips and into her mouth. By doing so, I managed to bypass her instinct to contract around me, and she managed to pull free.

Hitting the Hay: 3

I had followed Pinkie Pie, into what she had passed for a bed room. This is the room where she had intended for, what she had in mind for me.

The first I notice as I enter the room; is that the floor had been coated by a very elastic and glossy, clear rubber. She had apparently given me a new spring to my step, while it is hard to impossible to slip as I am trotting up to the bed.

Both the floor and the walls are laid with a red to pink beech wood panel, which looks great to me.

Further in to the right is a more traditional bed, while she had a rubber sheet stretched out firmly at the height of one and a half foot over the floor. Naturally it is a semi clear, pink to cerise rubber. As expected, I find it taut and bouncy as I sit down at the edge.

“If you jump up and move into the corner of your choice!” she instructed me, pointing at the later option.

“Oh, okay. I guess I will go for the right corner, it just sounds right to me!” I prompted; as I jumped up onto the bed as she had indicated, only to make a few silly jumps before I settled down and approached the right corner.

“On second thought, I think you could make it a step further!” she exclaimed as she saw me in the corner.

“How do you mean, Pinkie?” I whispered, in response.

“I want you to sit at the edge of the bed with your hooves on the floor!” she exclaimed, as explanation.

“Like this?” I responded.

“Now, if you just lean back and rest your head on the bed, please!” she explained, eagerly.

“Oh, I can do that, Pinkie!” I responded.

“I know, Flutters; or I wouldn’t have asked you to try!” she responded, in a fit of giggles.

“Close your eyes and relax, and Aunt Pinkie will manage everything for you, Flutters!” she prompted, and I closed my eyes in an attempt to relax.

I feel her hands grabbing a hold of my legs, just above the hooves. She carefully spread my legs in the process as she is moving my hooves to the right and left wall respectively.

Almost there!” she pronounced; as she pressed my hooves into what feels like squishy gel, on the wall.

As she let go, I feel my hooves sticking to the wall.

“There, now I have you where I want you, Flutters!” she exclaimed, with an excited giggle.

“Uh, ok? If it had not been you, Pinkie; I would have been screaming at the top of my longs in pure terror!” I explained, looking up at my friend as she is towering over me.

“There is no fun in hurting you, and I can’t see anyone laughing at your predicament! All I want is a smile, and a giggle!” she explained in a more characteristic manner.

“That would be exactly why I do trust you at this point!” I whispered.

“Then it is time to get your show on the road!” she prompted eagerly.

“I am starting to feel a trickle moist; as you are leaning over me, Pinkie!” I expressed bravely.

“Now I just need you coming, before the night!” she continued.

“Oh, of course!” I shivered.

With that, she is climbing up on the bed and continue towards me. I feel her closing in on me, and pressing her hands down on the bed to the right and left of me after about a minute.

The first act she is performing, is to tease my cherries with her long nails; just squeezing and tugging tentatively for what seems to be almost forever. her nails managed to encircle half the cherry, so the grip is teasingly enjoyable to me from the start.

Once she is letting go of my cherries, I had almost felt a tingle of excitement from the pleasure she is inciting seductively. Then she is on her knees and guide the head of her bro to my lips, before she relentlessly presses it down in a slow rhythmic manner that could be described as nothing other than seductively teasing.

Naturally, the inevitable is bound to happen and I feel the plop as the head pressed beyond the edge of my lips and is clearly in my mouth. With my back firmly on the bed, and my head as well; I can’t even try to pull back, and away from her in my current position.

Once she had entered my mouth, she made a tentative tug; just to make the point, and to feel my lips squeezing tightly behind her. From there she slowly press forwards and down, feeling the head sliding further into my mouth and then down my throat to her full length. As she stop, she slowly pull back, stopping just as the back of the head had hit my lips. Like this, she continue for several minutes; teasing me, as she is building up the excitement in the process.

As strange as it may feel, she was teasing me to be excited right there with her. Only then, she slipped in two fingers on both sides and spread my lips enough to pull out.

I could feel her hands just under my armpits as she is pulling me forwards, before she lets go and placed her hands squarely on the sides of my hips and the head of her yello touch the petals of my orchid.

The head is quite hard, and still covered with the moist from my mouth as she is teasing me for a moment, before she makes her move and push forwards; pressing into me. I am fully contracted on contact, yet I am incapable of holding her out or rejecting her after she entered. Surprisingly, she managed to draw out the moment between her entry and the plop for an entire minute, just to tease me and build up the suspense in the moment.

She stopped briefly just after she had plopped, before she gave me a teasing, in the form of a tentative tug; just to make it obvious that she was not slipping out before she intended to, and even then only as a conscious act. she would be in me until she had had her climax right along with me.

Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie, she spent an entire minute, just to tease me with the idea that she couldn’t pull out. Even as I knew how she would accomplish her escape when she wanted to, she managed quite the tease as she was pulling and stretching my orchid in the process.

As she had made her point, she slowly started to push forwards, just to see how deep I am. From there she slowly pulled back, then forwards, over and over. I feel exactly where her head is and how deep it is, just as I feel the ribs along the shaft as she is bouncing up and down, up and down; slowly and carefully.

On her knees, she could enjoy the luxury to place her hands on my chest and caress me in order to make it more intimate and enjoyable. She couldn’t forgo the joy for her own sake more than she could for mine. As much of a tease as she may be, but this wasn’t the kind of tease she had in mind for me.

At first her hands just slide over my chest, which feels good; no complaints there. Yet, after several minutes, she is lifting her hands and using her nails to tease my cherries by pinching and lightly giving me tentative tugs as she goes along.

Under Pinkie Pie, I managed to relax; while she was teasing me and distracting me from everything she did not expressively wanted me to focus on. There is the one thing, the Pony I have before me; nothing else could slip into my mind.

Then came the first distraction as I found myself coming.

Author's Note

Fluttershy's POV