Plot Development

Derpythia Ditzy Doo-Hooves, mailmare, mother, and professional amateur plot-slapper, spiraled through the sky above the Everfree Forest. She savored the feeling of the sunlight on her wings, the wind rushing past her and plucking at her postal uniform, and the tingling in her belly when she dove or banked. She spread out her forelegs and…

Oh buck, the package.

She tucked in her wings and went into a dive, trying to catch up with the parcel she’d dropped. She plowed directly into the cardboard, tearing it apart with her face. Ouch. Cardboard covered her eyes, and the contents — a number of large rubber and plastic items of some kind — bounced off her shoulders. There was something else in there. Something made of glass; it felt like a flower vase. She wrapped herself around it just before she hit the ground.

“Oh dear…” said a sweet voice. Derpy pulled the cardboard off her face.

“Oh, hi Fluttershy!” Derpy looked at the shipping label on the shred of box tin her hoof. “Hey, at least I got the right house this time!”

“Um…” said Fluttershy. Her face was white as paper. Derpy squinted at her.

“Don’t worry. It’s all insured! And here, your vase is okay.” She held out the big glass thing. It wasn’t a vase. It was sort of vase-shaped; a narrow pear shape with a broad, flat base. Derpy was a mare of the world. She knew a gigantic glass butt plug when she saw one.

Fluttershy’s lower eyelid twitched. Derpy looked around the yard, which was covered with butt plugs and dildos, all in the ‘extra large’ to ‘ridiculously ginormous’ range.

“Oh. Just let me get those for you,” said Derpy.

Derpy wobbled inside Fluttershy’s cottage on her hind legs, carrying an armload of sex toys.

“Just put them on the couch, please,” whispered Fluttershy, one eye peeking out from behind her mane. “If it’s not too much trouble. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”

It took Derpy a couple of tries to get them all on there — they kept rolling off. “Wow,” said Derpy, “You must really like to clop.”

“It’s not clopping. It’s sex with someone who isn’t scary,” said Fluttershy.

Derpy nodded. “No judgment! Just let me check these against the manifest to make sure we didn’t lose anything.” She riffled through the pile. “You really like the butt plugs, don’t you? That’s cool. Doc and I are up each other’s asses all the time!”

Fluttershy ducked her head, looking like she was trying to crawl into the little green, pink-trimmed bathrobe she was wearing. The fact that the robe stopped halfway up her croup leaving her very lush backside mostly bare wasn’t lost on Derpy. Her personal clop stash included a series of lingerie ads Fluttershy had done. The yellow mare filled out a pair of panties very nicely. The fact that Fluttershy was at least ten years her junior wasn’t lost on Derpy either.

“I tell you what, though,” Derpy continued, “it’s a terrible method of birth control. That’s okay. Dinky’s awesome.”

“I’m very uncomfortable with this conversation,” said Fluttershy.

“Hey, these toys are all bigger than anything we’ve ever tried. Can you really handle stuff like this?”

Fluttershy nodded.

“Any chance you could give me some pointers?”

“Wouldn’t that be… be cheating on your husband?” Fluttershy’s eyes flicked back to Derpy’s big, round hindquarters, which were barely covered by her khaki postal service shorts. She looked at the way the hem dug a full inch into the older mare’s ass, and felt wobbly in the knees. Derpy’s extreme hip-to-waist ratio meant that anything small enough not to slide right off her waist dug deeply into her massive rump cheeks. Derpy thought she’d be better off just going naked, but regulations were regulations.

“Oh, Doc won’t mind,” said Derpy. “Do you have a camera? We could take photographs! He’d like that.”

“Ph-photographs?” said Fluttershy.

“Well, maybe not. Whatever. Can we play, though?”

Fluttershy smiled from behind her bangs. “Well, I guess it can’t hurt to pass on my wisdom. Why don’t we have a cup of tea and talk about it? Do… do you want me to help you out of those shorts? They look awfully uncomfortable.”

“Please do,” said Derpy, unbuckling her belt.

Fluttershy stepped behind Derpy. She put her hooves on the edge of the shorts, rolled them over the older mare’s croup, and delicately helped her get her tail out of the tail slot. Derpy lifted her tail up and to the side, and Fluttershy pushed the edge of the shorts further down, slowly revealing the pouty flower bud of Derpy’s tailhole.

Fluttershy gasped. “It’s beautiful!”

Derpy smirked over her shoulder. “Thank you! I poop with it every day.”

Fluttershy frowned. “Eeew.”

“Well, I do.”

Fluttershy shuddered. Pretending that last exchange hadn’t happened, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the smooth curve of the other mare’s rump, and around the outer pout of her rosebud. Derpy shivered, and stretched out her hind legs in a straight line. Fluttershy licked across the opening of her pucker, and Derpy’s right hind leg began to twitch, threatening to make her pitch right over.

“What are you doing? I told you I poop with that!” squealed Derpy, her voice a mix of pleasure and horror.

Fluttershy laid her chin on the top of Derpy’s croup. “Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but: I hate poop as much as it’s possible to hate anything. But I love plotholes as much as it’s possible to love anything. If you’re going to play with plotholes you’ve got to make sure they’re clean, and you’ve got to not be squeamish about the possibility that you might get some poop on you. It happens. If I can be brave, you can, too. Understand?”

Derpy blushed. “Okay!”

“So, if you used the p-word in any context but ‘oops I just pooped on your bed’, I will throw you right out that door. If… if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, mistress!” Derpy saluted.

Fluttershy closed her eyes, and pressed her tongue against Derpy’s rosebud. She licked across it sweetly, and then rolled her tongue into a cylinder and pushed it inside.

“Whoa,” said Derpy.

Fluttershy pushed her head forward until her lips were cradling Derpy’s ponut. Derpy felt Fluttershy’s tongue moving inside of her, slow and soft and sweet. No one had ever done anything like this to her before. Doc was gentle, but like most Equestrian males, he was rather well endowed, and taking him anally was an intense experience that usually left her satisfied, but sore and exhausted. Fluttershy’s tongue was hitting all the same nerve endings Doc’s dick did, but so much more delicately. She leaned her head against the couch and a thick tube of rubber from the pile on the couch bounced into her head. She laughed. If she wanted to be sore and exhausted, she just needed to ask.

“Is everything okay?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yes. It feels amazing,” said Derpy.

“This is a lesson. Bigger isn’t always better.”

“I see what you mean.” Derpy looked over her shoulder. Looking at Fluttershy’s innocent eyes and thinking about how that sweet young mare had just had her tongue up her ass made the hairs of her mane stand on end.

“Would… would you like to try me?” asked Fluttershy.

Derpy gulped. She was dying to touch Fluttershy’s perfect ass, but the thought of kissing a plothole… oh, gosh, what if it tasted bad!

Fluttershy turned around and lifted her tail. The pink fluff of her bathrobe framed her plump cheeks. The juicy, pouty lips of her fat mare pussy winked at Derpy. “Kiss it, please? I promise I keep it obsessively clean. I have a bidet!”

Derpy stepped forward and inhaled Fluttershy’s musk. It was a rich, sweet, clean smell, and it brought back memories of her wild college days, before Dinky had come and she’d more or less settled down with Doc. She nuzzled in between those wonderfully soft buttocks. This was a dream come true. She’d clopped to this ass so many times!

“Higher. Higher!” moaned Fluttershy. “I mean, if you don’t mind?”

Derpy took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and slid her tongue up until she came to the cusp of Fluttershy’s rosebud. It was silky, and salty, and didn’t taste bad at all. Fluttershy moaned and shuddered. The sweetness of her voice and the way her yellow ass jiggled when she moved made Derpy lick harder. She traced the pucker all the way around, and found that she could easily wrap her lips around it. She sucked it and licked across it, and Fluttershy groaned delightfully.

“Oh, please, please, please put it inside me! Pretty please with sugar on top!” She tapped her forehooves impatiently. Derpy could hardly deny her. She wriggled her tongue through the tight opening and felt Fluttershy’s hot, silky insides all around her. It was a bit like pushing her tongue inside a pussy, but tighter and dryer. She was doing it. It was okay. It was fun!

Fluttershy was shaking violently and begging for more. Wow, she was really into this! “Fuck me with it,” groaned Fluttershy. “Roll it up and fuck me. Oh Faust, it feels so good!”

Derpy did her best. Her tongue got sore quickly, but Fluttershy’s ragged moans encouraged her to push through the tiredness. She bobbed her head, her nose bumping Fluttershy’s dock. The younger mare’s moans grew quicker and louder, and suddenly the tailhole was clamping down on Derpy’s tongue. Fluttershy screamed and reared up, almost knocking Derpy back. She looked down, and saw a puddle had formed on the hardwood floor between Fluttershy’s trembling back hooves.

“Did you just come?” said Derpy, rubbing at her tired jaw.

Fluttershy looked back at her, blushing, and nodded sheepishly.

“Wow. And I thought I liked anal.”

“I think…” Fluttershy took a deep breath. “I think we should skip tea, and just go up to my bedroom. Pick out some toys, and follow me.”