Fluttershy's Bellyrubs

by Metals

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 2441

Fluttershy gets bellyrubs from a 2nd person perspective, some sex included

Fluttershy is a very timid pony; she gives so much, but what does she ever get in return?

This is the very first thing that I wrote for ponies, and it's not my best work; the focus is more on the bellyrub then the sex. What can I say, I was young, naive, and I thought it wasn't always about horsesex.

Boy have I learned.

No really weird stuff. Well, besides ponies, wingrubbing and some light domination.

Published 2012-06-24 06:14:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-24 06:14:02 UTC

The Rub-ening

‘Angel, so help me god I will let Rarity make a scarf out of you.’ You think to yourself as you stumble through the dense underbrush. Smacking your head on a branch you swear softly. Pony paths were never really meant for people anyway, but this is silly. It’s been a year since your dad tested that multiple universes theory and got you suck here. On the bright side, now you know that whole Cat in the Box thought experiment sort of works. ‘Focus’. You get back to the task at hand, and listen to the soft cries of Fluttershy in the distance as she keeps watch from the sky. Looking up at her you see her soft pink man waver in the breeze, her thin feathers on her wings ruffling slightly in the breeze. You were so enamored that you hardly even noticed the pair of tiny rabbit feet flying towards your skull.

Coming to, you take stock of where you are. First thing you notice is a trio of butterflies, colorful fur showing the shimmering cutie mark across that light yellow flank. Reaching out, you gently tap her on her flank.
“Eeeeeep!” Fluttershy rears up, hooves dancing in the air as her wings beat as rapidly as her heart.

Choking on dust, you cough before saying “Fluttershy, it’s okay!” Fluttershy turns to face you, her eyes slightly wet with tears of relief.

“Oh thank goodness you’re okay. I took Angel back home, I’m sure he’s very sorry for what he’s done". You let out a puff of breath, unsurprised at her inability to see how truly awful that rabbit is.

“Okay, well I’m glad you have things under control. I’m sorry for scaring you, I honestly didn’t mean to…” Fluttershy looked down at the dirt, kicking at it softly.

“T-that’s okay. I was just surprised, that’s all.” Looking at her your heart can’t help but beat a little faster. Her cascading mane falls over one of her eyes, the other one sweeping across your body, checking you for injuries and, almost admiring your human form. Catching your eye she stiffens, and then quickly looks away.

“W-we should probably be getting back soon.” You nod to her, and push your way to your feet.

“Wait, Fluttershy!” She turns to look at you, her voice somewhat quieter now. “Yes?”

“I was wondering, could I… Could I just lean on you a little bit? I think my ankle twisted when I was knocked unconscious.” Fluttershy almost seems to shrink at the prospect, and says as quietly as possible;

“Yes.”

Flapping her small wings, she lifts up for you to hook an arm around her neck. She presses upward, almost straining to move away from the arm encasing her. ‘Why is she leaning away from me’? You wonder to yourself, looking at her, inspecting her for answers. Biting on her lip softly, she continues to strain up and forward, not noticing the fact that she’s almost lifting you off the ground. She’s shivering every time your arm moves even a little, and you can feel her heart beating hard against her smooth velvety chest. Blinking, you realize you’re back at the tree house belonging to her, and she quickly dumps you off onto the couch and flies upstairs.

“Ihavetogodosomethingifyou’llexusemeI’mverysorry!” Hearing the door slam, you feel somewhat worried. Have you upset her in some way, or is she simply being Fluttershy? Lying on the couch, you look down at the floor only to drag your gaze upwards again, to the ceiling. A squeak, muffled by the thick wooden insulation of the house sounds out, followed by a small crash, your concern for her grows.

“Fluttershy?” You climb the stairs, peeking around the corners of her roomy home.

“N-no! Don’t worry about me, I’m okay!” She says, in a quite distressed and unconvincing tone.

“Fluttershy, are you sure…“ You begin to speak as you open the door, only to be silenced again by what you see. Fluttershy gasps, quickly getting up from the floor on shaky legs, her roughed up pelt the only hint of how aggressively she had been running her hooves over herself only seconds before.

“Fluttershy, is everything okay with you?” Fluttershy’s eyes fill with tears as she looks at you, shoulders drooping low.
“I-I’m always the one who give all the affection to all my good animal friends, but it’s really hard. I know it’s not always so visible, but I’m kind of shy.” You slowly nod your head.

“I think I’ve noticed that.”

Fluttershy sits back down, looking dejected. “It’s just that no pony ever touches me, besides my friends, and even then it’s hard, it’s so selfish of me! Oooh it’s so frustrating!” She raises a hoof to stamp the floor with, but only brings it down with a light clopping sound.

“Fluttershy, maybe I can, well…” You present your hands to her. “Maybe I can help you.” Fluttershy looks at you, pleading with her eyes. “W-would you? It’d be so good, but I can’t force you…” You smile and move closer, making the little pony momentarily tenser before she smiles back.

“Fluttershy, I’m a guest in your home, and you are one of the sweetest, most deserving ponies I have ever met. Let me help you.”

She lays down on her side, soft flank and smooth belly exposed to you as you gently rest your hands on her neck. You begin, hands gliding up and down her smooth silky mane. Fluttershy gasps and squeaks, curving her neck up against your hands to press your fingers closer to her skin, and you happily oblige as your hands continue to work over her strong muscles. “Is this okay?”

“Yes!” She gasps, her voice much higher than usual. Taking this cue, you begin to slide slower, working your hand over her chest and working your fingertips against her shoulders. “Mmph, oh!” You grab her sides and pull her in front of you, into your lap. As her head rests against your chest you begin to slide your hands lower, reaching her soft tummy with ease. “Aaaaahn!” Fluttershy moans out as you touch her like no other has, your rough hands massaging her stomach deeply.

“You like this, don’t you?” You say, smiling and looking down at her silken-furred yellow body. Fluttershy’s eyes were narrowed down to slits, tongue lolling out as you cuddle her flank with one hand and trail circles across her belly with the other. Her soft moans and squeaks spur you on, squeezing and playing with the skin on her flank as she presses her whole body hard against you.

“P-p-please! M-my belly felt so good…” She gushes with adoration for you as you move your hands back again, trailing your fingers against a small soft nub of flesh. “Yes!” Fluttershy presses her hooves to the backs of your hands, forcing you to rub what you now figure to be her tiny pert nipples. “Please do more!” You laugh and lean over to kiss her, her lips soft and smooth and tasting faintly of rosewater. Her eyes shoot open wide before she melts in your arms, her long pony tongue invading your mouth with surprising speed. Holding the kiss for what feels like days, she slides her tongue around yours, pulling back with a small puff of breath. “Thank you for this.” Her hair is frizzy and she’s glistening with sweat, and she’s absolutely radiant.

“I still owe you a whole lot more.” You say, as you push your hands against her soft belly. ‘Almost like memory foam.’ You think to yourself as you flip her around to face away from you.

“Oh my! I-I’ve only ever heard stories from Rarity about… This.” She says, her whole body shaking in your hands. “Is this okay?” Almost as soon as you ask, she lifts her tail out of the way. Her damp slit winks at you, juices dribbling out from around her pink lips. Gently brushing your fingers across it, you delight in hearing her emit a small shriek of glee. Coating your fingers in her juices, you probe on in and then the other, Fluttershy’s marshmallow pony body going limp against yours. As you slip your fingers in and out of her wet slit, you gasp out in surprise as she pulls your pants off with her teeth, enveloping your engorged member in her mouth. Craning your head forward, you return the favor, licking her tight mare vagina clean and tasting the sweetness of her body. Her thick fluids coat your tongue in the sweet taste of plums and citrus, almost candy-like in its nature. You come back to reality as Fluttershy dips her head low, taking your entire shaft into her mouth and nigh down her throat. She rears back, taking a deep breath as you lick at her sensitive button, surrounding her clit with your lips.

Fluttershy’s tight slit squeezes around your fingers, her whole body arching with pleasure as she pushes herself back onto your fingers. Panting and squealing with pleasure Fluttershy rides out her climax, grinding her hips onto your fingers. She drops to the floor, all four legs splayed out as her orgasm wracked body twitches and tenses. “Oh yes, please.” She whimpers into the floor, too tired to push back as you press your head into her snatch, your body still craving release. You both moan together, you at the heat and tightness of her small form, and her at the stretching of her walls around your thick cock.

You hold her flank, thrusting in slow and deep, judging what she wants by her moans and squeaks. She cries out in a long moan as you bottom out inside her, forcing her to accommodate more of your cock. “Um, can you… Can you go faster?” She says, peering over her shoulder at you. Gladly accepting, you began to rut her like the dirty mare she is, her body shaking, lungs gasping for air as you pound into her at an even faster pace. She lets out a high-pitched squeal as you slam against her butt, her tail wrapped loosely around your hand. You start giving light experimental tugs on her tail as you rail her tight pussy, each soft tug making her moan and grind her hips against you. You give a particularly hard tug and she rears back against you, biting her lip with pleasure. You release her tail, and reach towards her slightly unfurld wings. She jumps at the contact, but the deep blush that comes across her face indicates that it's out of pleasure and not pain.

Her wings snap open hard as she begins to wink around you, her tongue hanging out of her mouth with each heavy pant. Encircling her wingtips with your fingers, you start to rub and tickle at the ends, making her shiver. Still thrusting into her, you move your fingers slowly, tracing the full outline of her delicate bones before suddenly grabbing her wings at the joint, making the yellow mare squeal and arch her back. You're not even thrusting anymore; Fluttershy's erratic movements against you are becoming more and more disorganized, a small string of drool trailing from her lips as you deeply massage her wings, edging closer and closer to the joint where they meet her body. Suddenly, you drop your hands away, and Fluttershy looks back at you with panic in her eyes.

"N-no! Please, don't stop!" You grin at her, sliding your hands along each flank.

"Do you like it when I touch your wings Fluttershy?" You tease her, barely tracing your fingertips across her feathers.

"Yes! I need it, please touch my wings, please!"

With a smile, you rub her mane. "Such a polite pony. I can't help but oblige." You take her wings back in your grasp, her body almost melting into a swoon. You continue to work your way down, working your palms against the light, strong bones of her wings, feeling the soft tissue where the feathers and coat first meet. Fluttershy is still working her hips in tight circles, now sliding her body back and forth to work your cock as much against her walls as she can. Her body clenches around you, winking and milking you hard, trying everything to make you cum as her mind floats in an ocean of pleasure. You finally slide your hands down, reaching the soft depression where her folded wings sat before.

"Hnnn oh Celestia that feels g-good!" And you thought she was vocal before. You work your thumbs against her tense muscles, feeling her heart thudding in her chest as your fingers curl downward to grasp her body tightly. Rubbing your digits in soft circles, you can feel every beat, every vibrato moan and pleased shudder of her body as the sensory overload consumes her. You keep at it, grinding your palms into her soft flesh with almost aggressive passion, making her whimper and buck her hips against you harder. Unsure of how much longer you can hold out, you grab her wings at the base and use them to pull her back onto you, her body going limp as she gives up control. You can hear her soft whinnies and nickers as you plow her, and you keep pressing your digits into the membrane of her wings.

“Oh, oh yes!” Fluttershy squeals out as she reaches orgasm again, tightening hard around your fleshy member as shuts her eyes tight, her breathing rapid and almost panicked. You wrap her up in your arms, reclining back as you fill her with hot thick cum. You both lay there for a bit, Fluttershy's wings snapped wide apart and her eyes hazy with fervent lust. With Fluttershy lying across your chest, you lean over and kiss her again, sticky mouths seeking each other out and meeting again. “Thank you so much.” she says, a soft hoof trailing across your chest.

“Of course!” You blurt out “And thank you.” You lift her up, softening cock sliding free as you carry her to the bathroom. “And now we can clean up together. I bet you haven’t ever had a shower with someone else washing you.”

Fluttershy nods, before then saying “Only if a Manticore doesn’t count.” You look at her, surprised. “A manticore?” She blushes and kisses your cheek.

“Oh, it was a long night; I picked the wrong mushrooms for dinner. I’m not sure it even happened!”

“I’d doubt it, but you do seem to like it rough…” She blushes deeply and you laugh, before turning the hot water on and closing the door behind you.