Life Could Be A Dream

You gently wake up, eyes fluttering as you take in the now dark surroundings. You raise your head sleepily up off the long pillow you were laying on and take a look around. All of the small animals in the room had run off to bed or are hiding from site. Everything is lit up from the left, bringing in some much needed light to the cozy chamber. You are still in Fluttershy’s house except the only difference is that, instead of sunlight, the gleam of the full moon illuminates her living room. Hours must have passed since you were last awake.

You feel movement below you and it dawns on you that something is wrapped around you, nuzzling against your chest. You look down and smile warmly. Buried with her mouth in your chest is a small, yellow head with a frizzy pink mane, speckled with your dried cum. Two large, round eyes look up at you and you can’t help but think that she looks adorable.

You smile and stretch your back legs, rubbing up against hers. Given your previous escapade earlier, you feel like your next question is appropriate. “Would you like to go outside? I’d love to see you shine in the moonlight.” You rub her back and skim over her folded wings. Out of curiosity, you feel like seeing what the moon looks like in this new world.

She pulls herself up so that her head is next to yours and lays it on the pillow you are on. “Why can’t we just stay here, dear?” she coos as she pulls you close.

You embrace her, pulling back your head to get another good look at her. “Mm…” you hum in a tone that implies that you are content staying here next to her. You close your eyes and kiss her on the forehead. You continue to kiss her and you move your hooves back down her back slowly, caressing her wings and hips, continuing your path down her body and onto her legs. You rub her haunches slowly and you hear her sigh slowly and she bites her lip as you lift up her leg in a teasing manner. Her wings are slowly beginning to unfold again.

She lifts her head away from your lips, the half-lidded eyes and blushing face returning as she removes her hooves from around you, putting them on your chest. “So soon?” she asks, reminding you of what transpired earlier. You grin sheepishly.

She smiles seductively and she pushes you onto your back before lying on top of you. Your chests touch and she scoots up on you so that her nethers are right over your inert organ. From how she positions herself over you, with her hooves on your shoulders and her crotch aligned over yours, you see what she implies to do. What’s more is that you feel a sopping, yet warm sensation over your crotch. At this prospect, you smile again and erect almost instantly.

You begin rubbing her body again and you lean up for a kiss. She obliges you and leans in close, forcing your lips apart as she pushes her talented tongue between them. You once again begin moving your hoof lower and lower down her side, rubbing her more sensitively as you go.

You trade passionate kisses with her, becoming extremely aroused again; your tip is pushing up past her navel and half-way up her stomach. You feel her body stiffen as you move lower and lower towards her nether region. By the way she shivers; you can tell she is extremely tender down there, never felt anything foreign remotely near it.

You decide to make your move. You rub your hoof around the entrance, barely touching the lips, but still eliciting a silent gasp from her, before removing it and maneuvering your penis towards the sensitive area. You rub your length along her lips slowly, eventually resorting to prodding her with your head when you reach that part, making sure not to penetrate. Surprisingly smooth like velvet, you can feel the pliable flesh spread and dribble all over your tip.

She breathes in sharply; you can feel her whole being quivering on the end of your magnificent member, shaking like leaf caught in the gusts of autumn. You rub the back of your hoof along her cheek, asking her to calm down. “It’s going to be okay.” You promise her. “I’ll try to be gentle.” You kiss her on the nose. “Tell me if I need to stop or slow down if you feel uncomfortable or if I’m hurting you. Okay?”

“O-okay…” she stutters and you sense her calm down a little. In fact, she even begins to rub herself along your shaft, teasing your head when she dips her secret button onto it. She exhales sharply as she pleasures herself with you and moans trying not to be loud. You take up rubbing her again, slowly moving your hips opposite of her movements.

You put your hooves on her shoulders, laying your leg along hers, and pull her closer, careful not to interrupt her. You decide to time this next thrust precisely. At her farthest swing of her hips and the deepest point of yours, you push up slightly against her, pushing tenderly past her lips, but not too far; just about right.

At this intrusion, her eyes widen and she lets out another gasp of air, this time louder and more attributed to pleasure. You push your hips up slightly and her eyes seem to dilate. Her body locks up and she stops moving her hips, letting you do your thing. You continue to push further in, penetrating her, increasing the distance slowly, more and more. Whereas the outside felt smooth like velvet, the inside felt smoother than the finest silk, spurring you on. You don’t want to hurt her, so you rub her lower back in an assuring manner to keep her relaxed.

She shivers and lays down on you, putting her head on your right shoulder, mouth agape. You ask if she is okay, and you stop pushing, waiting for her to answer. “Do you want me to stop?” you add. Through ragged breaths, she answers.

“No…” At this, you decide that you should pull out; you are hurting her and she wants you to cease your pushing. Just as you make the move to push her off, she abruptly presses her cheek up against yours, breathing heavily down your neck.

“No…no, no, no…” She whispers into your ear. She hugs you tighter. “I meant…p-please…keep going…please…” She gently begins moving her hips again, gently pushing her hips down the remainder of your exposed shaft.

You smile and push back on her cheek playfully as you resume. You slowly begin to push up again in tandem with her movements, pushing your hips up when she pushes her hips down. Slowly, but surely, you penetrate her more and more, a fact she knows oh-so well. She lets out another moan through her clenched teeth into your ear as it goes deeper; she can feel in touch areas she’d never thought could be reached.

You grin as you push harder, now thrusting against her hips, going now further and further with each stroke. You let out a deep breath when you feel close to hilting yourself in her. Each thrust sends electricity coursing through your spine and pleasure raging through Fluttershy’s as you feel her waist begin to move at faster intervals.

Time blurs by and eventually, you are both going at it full speed; you ramming your entire length right into her and she is flapping her waist up and down with you, mouth agape, tongue lolling, and drool wetting your shoulder as you squeeze your eyes trying to ride out the waves of pleasure hitting you like a beach during a storm. The wings on her back have fully spread out and are flapping erratically, providing some much needed coolant to this ball of heat and passion. She manages to say something comprehensible into your ear again through an assortment of ooh’s, ah’s, and oh-don’t-stop’s.

“I’m—ah!—gon—ah!—gonna c—ooh!—cum!” she is able to exclaim quite loudly into your ear once more. She is obviously close to climaxing, and you feel that you are as well. You begin to thrust harder and harder, each stoke faster and more powerful than the last. Soon you are in full swing, pulling out all the way to your flared head on the down-stroke and bottoming out roughly on the up-stroke. You are going to blow your load any second now.

She moves her head from her position on your shoulder and pushes her lips against yours, one last kiss before you finally reach the boiling point once more.

You grunt loudly, which escalates into a dull roar right as you shoot your first load, the sensation finally causing Fluttershy to go over the edge as well. The deep, warm cavern clamps down around your hilt as she screams in orgasmic delight right in your face, ending up as an orgasmic screaming match between you both.

As she leaks her love juices all over your crotch, you spray her insides with your sticky seed. The small chamber accommodating your girth quickly fills up. First, trickles of cum drip out, but they quickly evolve into rivers, exploding out of her in a wave of semen and her own sex juices, splattering all over the rest of the couch, staining it dark emerald in the moonlight.

You collapse your head onto the couch, your energy spent. You make no move to remove your still-pulsing dick and keep it lodged in her. You feel her still holding you close, her body so tense, she might as well have been a lightweight statue. Her wings have long since stopped flapping, still spread out and erect.

For a minute you lay there underneath her, holding her closely as you gradually catch your breath. She stirs, moving her front legs up to wrap around your neck and pushes her head underneath yours. You can feel her head rise and fall in tandem with your chest, mouth open and you can feel a wet sensation as she lets drool seep onto your barrel. You lie there as well, feeling the familiar sensation of strength draining from you.

You smile as you both ensure your hold on one another in tender embrace as you begin to drift off the sleep again.

*******

You wake when light dances across your closed eyes, filling your view with bright orange. Your eyes flutter open. You are still on your back lying on the couch. Light from the outside dances around at the far side of the room as it spills over the hardwood floor. You reach up and stretch out, using the couch’s armrest for support. You yawn and rub your eyes as you roll over to get off. You pause as you see the table has moved from its original position.

The table has been moved closer to your head and it looks like it has been positioned so that whatever is on it would have been the first thing you see. On top of the table is a bowl full of assorted, diced fruit like apple slices, individual grapes, and even some small orange slices. Next to it is a clear glass of orange juice with a small straw protruding from the side. You clumsily pick it up, using your other hoof as support and take a long, experimental draw on the pulpy liquid. You fish out a small, ovoid object at the bottom of them drink when you near the bottom; a seed. She must have squeezed this out herself.

As you take out the seed, you notice a small piece of paper next to the bowl. You put down the glass, pick up the paper, and chuckle as you read it.

I hope you enjoy this this morning like I did last night.

Thanks again.

~Fluttershy

You put down the paper back where it once was and you sit up awkwardly on your haunches, trying to sit upright and look around. Nothing has changed much since last night other than the amount of light. It must be early in the morning still as only a few small creatures scamper about. You can hear the sound of something rummaging around upstairs.

You cry out her name, hoping for an answer or response. “Fluttershy?” you shout. It does not take long for an answer.

You hear a dulled scream and something fall down, making a loud thump! come from the base of the stairs. Fluttershy’s voice squeaks out a short while later as she pokes her head out from upstairs. “Y-yes?”

You turn around and lean over to see her. “Hey.” you wave a hoof sheepishly at her. The scared look on her face melts away as she begins to descend the stairs. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, “I didn’t mean to alarm you. I wanted to thank you for the breakfast.” You take a piece of fruit out of the bowl behind you and pop it into your mouth. “It’s delicious.” You suddenly lie as you chew on a piece of cantaloupe, the bittersweet liquids waking you up. “Thank you.”

She reaches the bottom of the stairs, wearing a leaf-green bath robe and her pink hair set up in what looked like a small, white turban. “I took the liberty and washed myself after you fell asleep.” She said. She grins slyly at you. “I think I needed to clean myself after what happened last night.” You chuckle as you feel more cocky and masculine about what you did.

You finish up your breakfast, careful to avoid the cantaloupe cubes, and Fluttershy takes it to the kitchen for cleaning. As you watch her leave, you slide off the couch and walk over to the nearest window whereupon you see a serene scene. From this angle you can see the wide ocean of ruffled tree tops, expanding as far as the eye could see, over rolling hills and dipping into wide valleys. The sun, peeking out from behind thick cumulus clouds, casts an immense shadow over a tall hill, a dark island in a sea of light. From behind the screen, a slow wind, barely a breeze, flows over you, filling you with happiness and hope for this new life.

From the edge of the window you can see a town set up in a wide clearing. A small, rural town had been built in the largest clearing in the forest. This must’ve been the town that Fluttershy had sent her message into. You pour over your recently regained memories and compare it to the city you used to live in. Cars driving by, immense skyscrapers, people tending to their private gardens, the night lights, everything is coming back to you.

You feel happy being in a different place, away from the hustle and bustle, with someone who you care for and who cares for you. You look back up to the sun, closing your eyes, embracing this new life and you know that things will be perfect.

You hear Fluttershy walking up behind you and steps up next to you. She looks over the forest as well, surveying the sights she must’ve seen almost every waking hour. She slides over next to you and lays her head on your neck, the towel on her head dampening behind your ear.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she sighs peacefully.

You smile and lean your head over onto hers. You consider this new life here and how you will cherish it for as long as you live.

“Yes…” you smile as you feel a tear form. “It is beautiful…”