Moonlit Drive to Desire

by ExTor

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 12820

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, fairly deep in their relationship, take a scenic trip to a secluded place to enjoy themselves. Said trip is not necessarily calm and peaceful, then again, that's what neither of them want in the first place anyway.

Contains vanilla sex (yay) and actual romance (boo).

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy have been an item for a pretty long while, and it's high time to have a nice romantic moment somewhere new, away from Ponyville and all the nooks and crannies they already know like the backs of their hands. It's time to rev up the old carriage that's been dusting in the garage for ages and have some fresh, new experiences.

Exactly how sound the idea of two spicy, hot, hellbent-on-teasing-the-cum-onto-their-partner's-panties mares stuck in a personal carriage for a long period of time is... is up to debate. Spontaneouity is one thing, but a whole other matter entirely is when they both have ample time to spring their trap on one another. It's a neverending tug of war, with many turns along the way

Published 2017-01-27 14:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-27 14:30:01 UTC

Teasing and Cooking and Risking a Crash

“This is really nice, Pinkie,” Fluttershy smiled, reaching over and squeezing her partner’s free hand. “Everything in Ponyville is so close, and Canterlot hasn’t caught up with the times yet, so it’s not often we get to drive around like this. It’s…” A rather heaty yawn escaped her throat. “…really quite soothing.” She leaned back against the cushioned leather of her seat, feeling quite content and wholesomely sleepy in the dimly lit maroon interior of their ride, light from the stars and the night’s full moon barely trickling in as they whizzed past near nothingness in the form of trees and assorted green shrubbery hidden mostly by the veil of night.

Pinkie chuckled. “I just find them strange we still call them carriages. Nothing’s pulling them. Maybe we should shorten it to… I dunno, car, maybe!” she exclaimed, bright eyes turning towards the pegasus.

“I don’t think that’ll catch on, sweetie,” Fluttershy giggled in return, stretching her seat. “Mmm, fun as this is, I could still use some air. You mind opening the windows up all the way, Pinkie?”

The earthen mare nodded in response, hitting the button that lowered the window on Fluttershy’s side, the crisp, cool night air rushing in to meet her face, breeze gently blowing stray strands of her cherryblossom hair back. Fluttershy closed her eyes, sighing in relief, ears folding back and eyes closing as the refreshing wind kissed all the right, warm places. Her inner pegasus was pleased.

Pinkie also pulled her own window down, fully sticking her head out of the window, hands not leaving the wheel. Her tongue lolled free from her mouth, sky blue eyes open wide, as the wind gushed past her, both her hair and the hood of her ocean blue jumper flapping violently. Fluttershy couldn’t help but laugh, she was basically a silly ol’ pooch sometimes, and more or less looked like one right now. She was surprised she trusted her behind the wheel, but she herself wasn’t confident enough to drive one of these crystal powered hunks of metal, and Pinkie seemed a surprisingly decent driver, all things considered. Her overactive brain did tend to pick new skills up pretty well.

“Woo, what a rush!” Pinkie pulled her head back in, hair crazily sticking out every which way. “Guess that’s how you winged folk feel, huh?”
“Heh, more or less. Hope you didn’t swallow any poor little innocent buggy wuggies,” Fluttershy mock-whimpered, licking her fingers and touching Pinkie’s hair back to something resembling normal. By her standards, anyway. “I never did ask, where are we going anyway? Or is this just a romantic night drive with no destination in mind to get me in the mood?” Her yellow hand longily caressed the back of Pinkie’s neck, muzzle reaching over and whispering breathily in the twitching, pink ear, “it’s working~”

Pinkie turned to place a quick smooch on her lover’s lips as confirmation of lewd intention. “Why, it’s both of course! Taking you to a little spot near Manehattan I went to once, and I swore I’d come back when I met someone special.” She leaned over, attempting her own whisper: “that’s you, by the way~”

The pegasus giggled again, though a few thoughts crossed her mind. “That’s… still possibly another hour away, maybe. By the time we… um… you know… we’ll be too tired to make the trip back, what about—“

“Food? Drink? Cuddly blankets? The pets back home? I brought biscuits, hot cocoa, our favorite blankies, and I made sure to feed all the animals. Teehee, I’ve been wanting to do this for a little while, don’t worry,” Pinkie reassuringly returned the hand squeeze she got earlier, circumstances on the road safe enough to allow some minor distractions, as it was mostly flat, straight road for long, boring stretches. Good thing she had someone here to keep her company.

“You did all that just to take me on a sweet little night drive?” Fluttershy’s face lit up in a blush, she was still so vulnerable to such selfless displays of affection, even after a year together. “I love you, Pinkie.” Her watery seafoam eyes locked into her lover’s as she leaned up against her.
Pinkie smiled, wrapping her right arm around the pegasus, still steering with her left. “I love you too, Flutters. I promise you’ll have a reason to say that again when the night’s over.” She leaned over to place another smooch on her forehead. “That’s a really cute shirt, by the way. It’s really… you.”

Fluttershy looked down at her forest and lime green checkered shirt, eyes narrowing. “This old thing? Really?”

“Yeah! It’s homely, practical, oozes a sense of… naturey-ness. Very you!” Pinkie tittered, fingering the shirt’s collar.

The yellow mare’s eyes narrowed, a smirk overtaking her face. “It’s because it looks like a typical hippie shirt, isn’t it?”

“Aaaaactually it looks more like a lumberjack, but hippie is definitely a word for what that shirt is. So yes. You’re my little smelly hippie~” Pinkie teased, pinching her partner’s cheek.

Fluttershy gasped in mock outrage: “Smelly?! Well… considering how much you’ll be smelling me all over tonight, it’s your loss.”

“Mmhm, every inch. I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it,” Pinkie flashed a toothy white grin, her hand squeezing Fluttershy’s thigh through her faded denim jeans, eliciting a tender moan from her lover.

Biology was beginning to take over fast. Fluttershy began to seductively unbutton her shirt, bottom to top, until it flapped open in the breeze still entering through the open window, revealing her modestly sized breasts still restrained in an elegantly simple bra. Once, she wouldn’t have even been brave enough to undo a single button. She’d have likely had a sweater over the top of the shirt, if anything. But, being in love with someone, and having such beautiful friends in every meaning of the word, did wonders for one’s confidence. She could safely say she knew Pinkie would like what she saw, and her naughty little smile revealed it all. Pinkie had to bite her lip, naturally. She looked SO good all wild and free like that…
Her free hand left Fluttershy’s shoulder, trailing down her soft, smooth chest, eventually gliding down to the warm and welcoming tummy. Fit and flat, but still deliciously smooth. She couldn’t help but give it a quick finger scrabble, the pegasus chortling in return, sucking in her stomach reflexsively. Oh how she wanted to let her hand wander just a little bit further, it stopping short of the belt that kept her jeans up and around her cute, slender waistline.

Pinkie whined in need, knowing there was still another fifty minutes of the trip to go, and she was determined not to pull over on the side of some random road near a “restroom in twenty miles” sign. No, this had to be special. Fluttershy was keen to make this difficult though, the naughty thing. “If we crash the car, it’s your fault!”

“Oh really? Can’t keep your pretty little eyes on the road when I’m being all…” Fluttershy locked eyes again, batting her long eyelashes as a severe case of half-lidded bedroom eyes set it, lips being tenderly chewed. “Seductive?~”

Fluttershy reached over, winding both the windows all the way up until they were stuck fast, before loosening her belt and unzipping the top of her jeans, pulling them slightly open, revealing just a hint of her undergarments.

“Whatcha doin’, silly filly,” Pinkie questioned her partner’s judgement, already feeling the sweat set in under her arms and her lower back. “It’s gonna become a sauna in here soon.”

“That’s the idea~” Fluttershy cooed in response, slouching back into her seat, looking oddly smug and satisfied.

“What’s the…” the party girl sniffed the air, the horrid realization of Fluttershy’s plan filling her nostrils, the thickly lewd, pheremone soaked scent already completely soaking her sense of smell, and it had only just begun, with the windows wound up and the promise of arousal only growing worse. She was gonna hotbox the car… Pinkie could barely contain herself, fidgeting in her seat, trying to alleviate some pressure by pulling at her own jeans, particularly in the crotch area. “You’re a monster… how are you THIS horny, already? Sheesh… I’m gonna DIE in here. Drop my head on the wheel, dead...”

Fluttershy could only giggle evily. “I should kick my shoes off too, huh?”

“Who do you think I am, Dash?!” Pinkie pretended to scoff, secretly hoping she wouldn’t add to the already heavy, enticing scents on the air. Who was she kidding? She’d basically subconsciously robbed Rainbow of those kinks anyway. And then performed eugenic experiments on them. “Why’d you even put on shoes anyway? You knew we’d be mostly sitting in here, and most days I can’t even wrangle them to your feet to go to the shops. Heck, before this, it had been MONTHS since I last saw you put some on. What gives?”

“Heheh, well, since there’s been a lot of… umm… renewed interest in my feet lately, I’ve decided to start moisturizing, like I used to when I was roomies with Dash, and well, you know,” Fluttershy explained, reaching down to undo her laces, “You’re right though, time to get rid of these stuffy things, should have soaked in by now.”

The shoes were kicked off, then thrown absentmindedly to the back seat with a thump, Pinkie waving them farewell. “Bye bye shoes, see you next year sometime!”

“You really enjoy poking fun at my little habit, don’t you?” Fluttershy rolled her eyes, reclining in her seat and propping her feet on the dashboard, fingers reaching across and tugging her fluffy wool socks away with deliberate slow, sensual pacing. “I personally don’t get why you girls wear shoes so often.” The socks were scrunched up into balls and also tossed blindly to the back of the car, the slender yellow feet now resting bare in plain view, ankles crossed, toes squirming in their freedom. “Mmm, much better.”

“Oh pshhht, we all wear shoes FAR less than everyone else. And even less now that we do it to tease the stuffing out of Rainbow, bwahah. Nobody can keep up to your pace though, and besides,” Pinkie gave the closest foot a quick squeeze with her free hand, “biology-shmiology, pegasi feet stay softer waaaaay easier. And are you really gonna keep your feet up there to taunt me for the rest of the way? My undies already have a damp spot…”

“I thought you said you weren’t Dash,” Fluttershy grinned, inching her feet a bit closer to Pinkie’s side, before pulling her phone out of her back pocket. “Ring ring, it’s Rainbow. She wants her kinks back.”

“GO AWAY DASHIE, WE’RE BUSY DRIVING. I REFUSE TO HAVE AS MANY CRASHES AS YOU, AAAAHH!” Pinkie yelled incoherently, pretending to wrench the car this way and that, jerking it left and right over the empty road. She quit abruptly, righting the vehicle in within a moment. “But really, you act like you couldn’t turn me on with ANY of your body parts.”

Fluttershy’s fingers stopped gripping the seat for dear life, and she cleared her throat, trying to mask the fact she was actually concerned for a second there. “Hmf, you say that, but feetplay has only turned us on more and more with time. Remember what Twi said at the sleepover? Being linked by the elements is giving us the same turn-ons as our friendship is getting closer and closer, and Dash has the most potent kink.”

“Fine fine fine. Stupid smart Twily, making me unable to keep my eyes off your dumb feet and causing a head-on collision with her hippopotamus!”

“Hypothesis.”

“WHATEVER!”

There was a brief few moments of comfortable silence, both girls taking their time to glimpse what little scenery they could in the dark in the stretches of mostly uninhabitated land in the regions between Ponyville and Manehattan. Still mostly small trees and hills, but simplicity was refreshing in its own right, sometimes, especially in regards to a quaint little café stop they passed on the way. They would probably stop there on the way back tomorrow.
Fluttershy herself decided to ease off lewdly tormenting her partner (at least until they arrived), her window being wound down once more, letting the rather stuffy, sexual scent lingering on the air out into the wide world. There’d be plenty of aroused girl smell to make up for it later. Instead, she moved her feet off the dashboard, setting them up so they hung slightly out the window.

Fluttershy couldn’t help but almost gurgle in pleasure. Part of the reason she enjoyed barefooting so much, was the variety in textures and stimulations she could experience underfoot, and not just the fact she liked her toes to be free from confine. She’d admit it, perhaps they were a bit of an eregenous zone, she always did have pedal inclincations, even before buddying up with Dash. Perhaps kismet brought them together, perhaps it was why she was so willing to indulge Rainbow’s freaky side even as just a friend with benefits.

Right now however, her feet were enjoying the rush of delightfully nippy, fresh night air. It passed through her spreading toes, it cooled them after being stuck in those tight shoes and socks. All it did was reaffirm her lifestyle choice.

“Shyyyy, your tootsies are gonna get chilly!” Pinkie whined, “Pull your legs back in before they catch a cold.”

“And… put them in your lap?” Fluttershy giggled malovelently, pulling her feet back before propping them up on Pinkie’s lap, who proceeded to let out a rather exaggerated sigh. “Pinkie they’re lonely and cold, won’t you warm them up?”

“GRR!! WHERE’S THE NEAREST CLIFF I CAN DRIVE OFF, SO I CAN END THIS TORMENT?!” The party pony continued to wail. “Guess you you wont be happy until I’ve made a cummy mess of all my underpants!”

The pegasus nodded, unable to wipe the toothy grin off her face. Pinkie soon returned the smile, giving Fluttershy’s ankles a pat. “Ahh, things were simpler when it was me tormenting you all the time. You’ve turned into a naughty little monster in your own right.”

Fluttershy smiled, though more sweetly and warmly this time, rubbing Pinkie’s thigh with one of her feet. “You guys, and you especially, made me believe I was really worth something… that I was pretty, kind… even funny. I might never be a social butterfly but, I’ll never have to be shy like I was again. I can be… me.”

The two shared a quick kiss before Pinkie resumed watching the road ahead, though she still had quite a few talking points brewing up. “Social butterfly huh? What about the three butterflies on your thigh?,” Pinkie started spluttering, unable to stop herself laughing at her own joke, dignity be damned. “They’re pretty social, I mean, those three always hang around together.”

Fluttershy, however, was clearly unimpressed. “Harr harr. Why haven’t the balloons on your thigh gone down already? Is it because you’re always full of hot air?”

“Owwww. I think you’ve just deflated them…” Pinkie pulled her best sad puppy impression, down to the teary, watery blue eyes.

“Aww…” Fluttershy stroked the back of Pinkie’s mane, “I’m sure my butterflies will kiss your balloons all better.”

Both girls eventually collapsed into giggling at their respective immaturity, Pinkie particularly. “Heheh, funny, usually can’t carry cutie mark humor this far without referencing Applejack’s… apples.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Those jokes are rotten to the core,” Fluttershy looked particularly pleased with herself for dropping that one. Now it was Pinkie’s turn to be unimpressed.

“Missy, I’ll turn this vehicle right around if you keep this up,” the party pony threatened with a stern eye. “And take you to comedy school. Nah, just kidding. We’re actually there! It’s… just up at the next exit.”

Fluttershy did feel a small pang of nervousness in her belly, though she was not quite sure why. This place obviously meant something special to Pinkie, and the act of being taken there was certainly one of utter affection. Maybe she really just hoped she could help make this memorable…
Pinkie’s navigation skills were surprisingly on point, the exit taking them to a small, dirtier road that lead up a winding incline, gravel crunching underneath the tires, always the telltale sign of somewhere seldom tread. It was darker up here, away from the street lights, and the trees were more crowded and confined. A mere minute or two driving more, and the subtle hooting of owls could faintly be heard over the rustling of wind through the leaves. Perhaps this would have been spooky for some, but they were both lucky in their own ways. Nothing about nature scared Fluttershy, and Pinkie was generally fearless as could be, even if it was more oblivious than brave. Besides, they weren’t just walking - even if that made it less exciting, albeit more novel.

It wasn’t long before they pulled to a gentle stop at near the edge of a plateau, front window facing out towards the city of Manehattan, in all its glory. From this height, it was hard to make out individual buildings, but that was part of the beauty. Even at this time of night, the city was alight in a dazzling display of different lights, almost as far as the eye could see. Something about it was… peaceful. So far away from the hustle and bustle, the noise and the stress, it no longer seemed like such a daunting, uncaring place. Even inside the vehicle, she could feel and smell the salty breeze of the sea, the sounds of the little waves lapping at the silent harbor. Peeking her head out her window, she could even see the further, still reaches of the ocean reflect the pale light of the moon. Though she always had the personal prefence of natural vistas and other such wild splendors, even she couldn’t deny how beautiful the view was. Though quite not as frequented as Canterlot or the Crystal Empire, they still had some fun memories in this city, thanks to Rarity at least.

Fluttershy’s eyes were still wide as they absorbed the full expanse of the cityscape, soaking in all the little details, every last landmark from the Mare of Liberty, to the famous drama district where they once saw Hinny of the Hills. “Wow Pinkie… how did you know about this place? It’s secluded to say the least.”

“Oooh, it was a long time ago. We never really left the farm much, so a trip to Manehattan was a big deal for us, and well, you know us…” Pinkie rolled her eyes. “We never really took the main road, always the shortcut, and well, we ended up here! It was the first time I’d ever been off the farm, and I’d never seen anything like it. Maybe I was just easily impressed cause I’d only ever seen the farmhouse until then but… do you like it?’
Fluttershy wrapped her arms around Pinkie, the two embracing in a tight hug. “Oh, of course I do, sweetie. It’s wonderful here, and that’s even without having you here to make it even better…”

The small amount of affection was enough to reignite urges that had been brewing the entire trip, so only mere seconds had passed before hands began to rummage places more and more private, gliding over one another’s bodies as the two met for a far deeper kiss than the one they shared earlier, wet tongues meeting and pushing into the warmth of eachother’s mouths, going for as much intimacy as they could. By the time the kiss was broken, a gooey string of saliva joined their respective lips.

“Heh, we’re gross,” Pinkie giggled, as Fluttershy found herself even more consumed in her urges, always the more animalistic of the two, suckling and nibbling noisily at her lover’s nape, making sure to leave as many toothy marks of ownership as she could. “Heheheheh, Shyyyy~ Hang on, cool your jets just a little, I owe you some vengeance for teasing me the entire way here with your feet.”

Fluttershy mournfully pulled herself away, pleading eyes likely wondering why their clothes haven’t been ripped off in a fit of lust yet. “Really? Can we at least just—“

“Nuhuh~” Pinkie wagged her finger. “You’re such a horny beast, and you taught me that animals have to have good behavior reinforced, while bad behavior must be met with a stern, but fair, response.”

The pegasus sighed, but a small giggle revealed she may have been willing to play along. “Okay, fine. Let me guess, you’re going to tickle me, bad?”

“Yuhuh!”

Fluttershy folded her arms, wiggling further into her seat. “Hmm, no. I’m too ticklish. I’m sorry but, I simply wouldn’t be able to take it, and that’s that,” she stated flatly.

“Excuuuse me?” Pinkie raised her eyebrows, looking skeptical. “Do you care to repeat that, Miss Shy?”

“Not budging.”

“Oh yes you are.”

“Make. Me.”

Fluttershy thought she had this won, but quickly considered herself a fool for thinking Pinkie would ever leave something like this sitting still. The speed at which the earth mare flung the door open and tromped around to her side of the car lit up her face with panic, of a playful variety, but panic nonetheless. She didn’t exactly lie, much as this style of play was becoming more commonplace and was quite fun in moderation, she knew Pinkie was going to drive her absolutely berserk, especially because she spent the whole trip teasing her. If she could scamper away just long enough… Pinkie would, in her chaotic, fleeting mindset, likely become entranced in some other idea and she’d be spared laughing until her face hurt.

The moment the door on her side was wrenched open, Fluttershy squirmed between the two front seats, fingers gripping to the backseat’s cushions, pulling herself over to them in a heartpounding frenzy. She was flexible, slippery, and proud of it, sliding into the vehicle’s back half with relative ease… until a strong hand grabbed her ankle.

“Bwahaha! Gotcha!” Pinkie snarled with laughter, fingers wrapped around the slender ankle, her other hand lowering itself downwards towards the physically terrified looking buttery yellow foot, curling and wrinkling itself in a pitiful display of self preservation as the set of fingers made sure that their intention was clear, squirming ticklishly before even reaching the flesh.

The fingers hungrily laid in to the writhing foot, leg kicking in Pinkie’s iron grasp as the tips of Fluttershy’s fingers futilely batted against the handle of the side door, hoping to flee into the bosom of nature for salvation, but she could not quite open the door, especially now that the giddy sensations shot up her leg, causing her to bubble with mirthful giggling.

“Nohohohoho… stohohopit yoohohouu bruhuhuute!” The pegasus reached for her discarded shoes and socks, flinging them back towards her captor. The sneaker whizzed right over the top of her mane, but one of the socks went right across her eyes, blinding her tormentor enough for her to try and scurry into the very back of the car where all their supplies were.

“Bwah!!” Pinkie called out in surprise, stumbling back, butt falling into the seat as Fluttershy slithered over the next set of seats. Alas, this time she felt both her ankles caught in the threatening grip, her whole body being dragged back as her smile of victory was replaced by a look of abject worry. Being turned onto her back, she was now loomed over by her partner, full set of pearly white teeth exposed in a predatory grin, eyes furrowed in determination.

“Yoooou’re miiiiiiiiiiine~” A pink finger tantalizingly trailed Fluttershy’s neck, scratching under her chin in an act of posession.

“Eek…” The pegasus glanced out the front window, seeing the view of the city once more. “HELP ME MANEHATTAN! SWEET CIVILIZATION!”

“Saaay iiit...” Pinkie licked her lips, mouth drooling, Fluttershy stammering in response.

“I’m… I’m… yours… I’m your prey… do with me as you wish…”

Following up, Pinkie took a long, wet lick of Fluttershy’s cheek. “Mmm… I will. Nobody will hear you scream out here, my little morsel. Grrrr.”
Fluttershy winced in pure, utter arousal, those words, those words hitting all the right places. To an outsider, this whole thing would have looked almost like a crime in progress, but deep down… just as much as Fluttershy loved fulfiling the fantasies of others, she discovered she had one of her own, one Pinkie was more than willing to oblige with. Yet another primal, animalistic urge that tied her to the creatures she cared for, predator/prey play drove her wild. The hunt, the chase, being caught, the tense atmosphere of fear, knowing it’d only be so long before the fangs sunk in and your body no longer belonged to you, but a ravenous beast in the form of a lover you had absolute trust in and affection for. Nothing made her feel more alive, and the experience wasn’t complete if it didn’t have a proper threat behind it, one she’d truly flee to avoid. Yes, she knew the tickling, in this particular case, would be far too much, Pinkie was unusually skilled at it, but rules were rules, and the promise of being a suffering toy only completed the fantasy, after all, there’d be no sense of delicious, primal fear, if threats were never made good on.
Pinkie finally tore her steely gaze off her captured victim, turning around in order to start fiddling with the headrest of the passenger seat, earning a quizzical look from Fluttershy, who did not yet see the intent. As it turned out, the headrests were adjustable, could be raised or lowered in height. Handy, especially if you were as tall as Applejack.

Once it had been raised to a suitable height, Pinkie turned to face Fluttershy, patting the newly formed gap between the two portions of the seat, obviously motioning to stick her legs through. Now she understood.

Still a stickler for the unspoken rules, she gingerly raised her legs, slotting them through the hole Pinkie generously provided, the seat slowly being lowered back down onto her ankles, which were now thoroughly trapped between the thankfully cushioned headrest and torso portion of the passenger seat. Giving her legs an experimental tug, she found them stuck fast, so her need for movement traveled to her feet instead, which scrunched and waved about. Where she was sitting, she couldn’t really see her feet too well, making them feel somewhat separated. She couldn’t see Pinkie too well now either, who sat in aforementioned passenger seat. The pegasus knew, she could feel it in her gut, that her feet were being gawked at, eyed hungrily, while all thoughts of sadistic thoughts crossed the mind the eyes belonged to, how to make them suffer so deliciously. If feet could blush from embarassment, hers would be rosey.

“Mmm, perfect! Now, gimme a seccy or two, just gonna fetch some stuff from the back,” Pinkie announced, opening her door and hopping outside, but not before planting a quick kiss on the big toes of either foot, which wriggled in response.

Of course, Pinkie didn’t keep her waiting long at all, naturally dashing back to what was the warmth of her seat complete with a built in pair of soft feet to toy with, but not without a good armful of stuff, proof enough that this whole scenario had been concocted before they even left Sugarcube Corner that afternoon. That did raise questions however…

“Pinkie… were you… umm…” The pegasus swished a lock of pink hair that fell over her left eye during the tussling behind her ear. “Planning to do this exact thing from the start? This was kinda… you know… spontaneous?”

“Silly! It was easy to see coming, I mean… all I had to assume was that you’d tease me on the long journey here, specifically with your feet, and then I’d have an excuse to punish you, to which you’d scurry away, and then I’d catch you, and then, being where you’re sitting, we’d stick your legs here. I mean c’mon!Pinkie explained casually, though to great detail. “Obvious turn of events, really.”

“…Riiiight… well, you’re not going to be too mean, are you?..” Fluttershy asked, giving her own best droopy lipped watery eyed puppy dog look, lethal to most, save for a fellow expert in the profession of rendering guilt with little more than a heartwrenching glance.

“Well Flutters, babe, apple of my eye, love of my life, dearest thing to me… I’d hate to lie to you,” Pinkie stated cheerily putting her armful of goodies in the seat next to her for easy access. What she was saying however, seemingly ended there. All that was heard from Fluttershy was a confused “umm.”

“Think I’ll start simple, yahknow? Just my fingy fangers… oh! Almost forgot!” Pinke leaned sideways, pulling a length of rope out of the bottom of her assorted playthings, pink fingers not-so-carefully fiddling with the yellow toes, eliciting tiny little whispery squeaks from their owner, wrapping the smooth, but nevertheless tight thread around both her big toes, trapping them together. At best, she could sort of sway both feet side to side, but even that was minimal, and would offer little protection from the coming stimulation.

“Miiight seem excessive… but let’s face it, I’ve seen you pick locks with your toes. Not lettin’ ya squirm out of your punishment! If you want kinky Pinkie to make your fantasies a reality, she’s gonna fulfill them, and go EVEN FURTHER!!!” the party pony exclaimed with bright, wide eyes. Fluttershy should have known, after all, ask Pinkie to bake you a pie, she’ll bake ten. Ask her to paint a piece of wood, she’ll paint your whole house. Plus she wasn’t wrong… her toes were dexterous to say the least, she could pick up a pencil and almost write legibly with them. Not only that, Pinkie and even a teenage Dash could probably recount just how mindblowingly exquisite her footjobs were. And that’s on females, who didn’t have a convenient pole of flesh to mess around with. But that didn’t matter, as for all their skill, they were just as vulnerable to being punished as anyone else’s. They were feet, after all.

“Well okie dokie lokie, my fingers are hungry for flesh, yah ready, ‘Shy?”

“Umm… no…”

“Great!”

“Waitholdonpleasejust-pffthehehehe! Piiinnkeeehehehe! eEeeenonononohoho—“ Fluttershy spluttered, ruining her usual graceful look by spluttering spittle against the back of the seat in surprise, chortling and giggling as her hand slapped across her eyes, the other one clutching her tummy, lips quivering with giddiness, all while an experienced set of pink fingers lightly carressed the soles of her feet, tracing every smooth line they could follow.

For all of Fluttershy’s barefooting, Pinkie sure loved how silky and warm these feet were. The magic of pegasi, she supposed, or maybe everything Flutter-related was just delicious to the touch. Her hands trailed down the sides of the feet as the soles reflexively scrunched, showing off every delightful wrinkle she’d spend the next length of time teasing with borderline unbearable titilation. For someone not born with the fetish, Pinkie could sure appreciate the beauty of her lover’s peds. Maybe one would think she was almost jealous Dash beat her to the chase when it came to indulging herself on these, when in fact it was the opposite. She loved her friends so much, and feet this yummy, why, how could she not be willing to share, even now?

Ramping Up and Winding Down

But seeing as nobody else was here, she’d just have to work overtime, her short nails doing their best to dig and scratch at the supple skin, particularly fond of that tender space just at the stem of her toes, which made the juicy little digits flex against her hands in ticklish impulse as the laughter kept slowly increasing in pitch. Oh, she’d seen nothing yet.

“Heehee, coochie coo, Flutters~ Not gonna stop tickling your cute widdle feetsie weetsies until there’s drool coming out of your pretty mouth!” Pinkie taunted, taking her hands away momentarily to give in to a rather primal urge; rubbing her fuzzy cheek lovingly against the soles, soaking up their warmth, getting intimate with them as she could, before nuzzling them outright. Her snout nudged against the toes, which couldn’t help but give her nose the tiniest of boops in response, egging Pinkie on to sniff noisily and take little naughty nips at the offending digits, teeth grazing and pinching at the sensitive skin.

Pinkie really couldn’t help herself at this stage, temporarily putting aside proper tickling in order to better facilitate whatever oral urges she had, always a speciality of hers, after all. She knew how to eat, in more ways than one, and combined with a very delicate sense of smell, she fell victim to the demands of her senses. By now, her nose was shoving itself deep between her toes, incessantly pushing itself deep into her arches, the sniffing now intense enough to rival a small vacuum cleaner, a noise Fluttershy very much heard, she could even feel the little gushes and pulls of wind from her nostrils, receptive feet picking up every little gust or stray strand of fur that brushed by.

The earth mare blamed it on the fact the pegasus wore shoes and thick socks on the way here, packing in that lovely natural scent of hers she just adored. Sweet, strong vanilla. Although this seemed curious, similar things were not uncommon, not even for the naturally inclined pegasus. They wore eachother’s worn shirts, or scrunched themselves up in the bedsheets on their lover’s side of the bed whenever they were gone and they felt lonesome, the lingering scent putting their mind at ease.

It did not look like torture, but Fluttershy still hiccupped with giggles all the same, curse that inquisitive nose. But she knew her Pinkie too well, it was the same at meal time. When food was found adequate to the nose… it was suitable to eat. Especially when Fluttershy herself happened to be the table, which was frequent. Pinkie Pie was living proof that taste-based fetishes were far less restrictive than some may think.
Still, it had been a good five minutes of sniffing with the occasional nip to jolt her back to attention. At this rate, the anticipation was going to murder her before the tickling did, as she threatened to break out into a cold sweat.

“Are you gonna sniff my toes all night or are yo-eeeeheeeEEEK! PINKIE!!” Fluttershy stammered out, voice still pitched in a falsetto from the surprise shock to her nervous system.

She really shouldn’t have asked. She was probably waiting for her TO ask just so she could cut her off, with a particularly deep, slow, wet lick of her arches, one after the other. It tickled like mad, perhaps because Pinkie’s tongue had all the dexterity her own yellow toes had. Mostly it was of benefit, as getting her to give you some lazy morning oral stimulation in all the right places to combat the morning horny was pleasure usually reserved for the highest heavens. However, it did make the tongue lethal when it came to matters of feet, toes, tummies, and even armpits, were she a kinky Pinkie enough that day. It failed to help that she wasn’t exactly a reptilian, so it was a long, wide surface that took some time to drag the whole way.

“I am indeed! But I’ll be tasting them too.” Pinkie leaned to the side so she could give her quivering partner a wink before leaning back. But then doing so again in order to inform her that, “don’t think you’re getting off easy, proper tickles soon!” Fluttershy believed her, and her feet wrinkled in a wince, already imagining the feelings, only then to have said wrinkles lapped at with the raspy tongue, making the pegasus grip the seat and bite her lip in response, stifling the ticklish energy that bubbled up within her. She really didn’t want to just absolutely lose it now before she even actually started TRYING to tickle her. She had to maintain some dignity…

Alas, it seemed it was not to be, as she felt three of her toes on her left foot enter a humid, damp mouth, enthusiastic teeth gently chewing them like a playful ruminant, drool trickling down and joining the rest of ther spittle that was still coolly drying against her arches, tongue making sure to swirl against the tasty digits while they were inside, snaking its way between them for the maximum flutter-taste.
Poor Fluttershy at least really wanted to at least laugh like a lady, like maybe how Rarity would, hand slightly covering her mouth as dainty giggles poured between her fingers. Instead, her go to reflex was to slap her hands down, hard, goofy, oddly deep pitched chuckles streaming out of her mouth as she threw her head back against the seat. If anybody heard that, she’d die of embarassment as if it was the old days. One’d think she wasn’t capable of making these noises.

Pinkie had to practically spit the buttery yellow toes out of her gob in order to laugh at the noise that came out of Fluttershy so unexpectedly.
“Bwahahaha! What was thahahahat!! A PREBUBESCENT DONKEY?! HAAAAAAHAHAHAHA, IT’S TOO MUCH!!!” Pinkie doubled over in her chair, fist slamming the seat, other hand clutching her gut. “I’M GONNA DIE!!!”

Fluttershy’s face flushed red (or red-der, given her palpable arousal) with hot embarassment and fury. She folded her arms, eyes shooting daggers at her partner, lips trying to curve into a frown even if her muscles were trying to contort them back into a goofy grin to match the previous bout of laughter (and almost succeeding). It only happened because she was trying to prepare herself for the feeling, maybe get the right pitch going in her voice box to at least sound appropriately girlish and graceful even under duress. It instead had the complete opposite effect. Having such a naturally hushed voice, perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to toy with one’s vocable capabilities. Still, she glared at Pinkie all the same. Her fault. Not hers, nuh uh. Twas the pink demon, she swears.

“Are you quite done?” Fluttershy asked flatly, still afflicted with the crimson shame across her cheeks.

“Ohh... okay-okay… hehehenonowait…” Pinkie fist bumped her chest to stop any new giggling fits rising up in her throat. “Alright, we good! Uoof. We good… oh gosh… my spleen. Warn me before you do something that’ll make me laugh that hard.”

The pegasus almost developed an eye twitch from that, unable to even articulate her words right as her head titled to the side. “ME?! WARN… YOU?! OF— GRRR!!"

She lurched forward as best she could, fingers clinging to the side of the seat as she tried to grab her for a yet unidentified form of punishment, lip curled into a snarl. However, her feet were still stuck fast, and the ever clever Pinkie decided to dump a proverbial bucket of ice water over her head by quickly swiping a stiffly bristled, round hairbrush off the pile littering the driver’s seat, instantly applying it to the bound soles with a furious, insistent scrubbing. Fluttershy’s grip absolutely jellified, her face went through a brief moment of transformation from animalistic fury, to shocked, worried neutrality, all the way to demented, explosive laughter, mouth torn wide open in hysterical frenzy as the infernal little prickly nubs dug into her eternally ticklish flesh, aided by the drool left behind from Pinkie’s taste testing.

“Aww, theeeeere we go, Flutters. Let it aaallllllllll out, yes, yeees…” Pinkie chided, not relenting on how thick and fast she was laying into the feet with the brush, attacking her toes in the same manner. Fluttershy’s laughter became peals of cackly breathlessness, her usually angelic-sounding vocal cords unable to sustain such a racket for long. Although, Pinkie just. Didn’t. Stop.

“Sorry sweetie, not stopping until it sounds like all that anger is excorcised from you! Even if I have to keep up this pace for a whooooole hour.” Pinkie chuckled softly, tireless arms fulfilling their promise as the pegasus’ ears managed to perk up at the sound of “an hour”, her nails threatening to tear into the leather seats as she screeched with hysterical abandon, like a banshee of the night. “Geez, think you might be a bit ticklish, ‘Shy! Eheheheh.”

She really wanted to launch a smart retalliation back at her, but her mouth wasn’t really in any shape to formulate words right now. When things got frisky, sometimes a deeper part of her would turn quite savage in the heat of the moment. Just maybe she’d occasionally scratch and bite, just a little. Pinkie was a pincushion for such things, a giant, durable squeezy stress relief ball to let all her pent up needs out on. Likely only AJ in their group of friends was the only other who could fulfill this purpose without needing to be bandaged and patched up now and again, so she got lucky when she fell in love. Well, save for right now of course - given Pinkie’s highly inconvenient transformation into a demented tickle demon. That brush really hit the sweet spot… of death.

It was becoming hard to catch her breath, the constant push of air from her lungs as the brushes’ hundreds of bendy little prods scraped across the now quite sweaty, trapped soles of her naked feet. Aside from her laughter, this secluded little part of the world was so isolated, there was no sound, allowing the ‘trrk trrk trrk’ of the incessant scrubbing to ring in the ears of the particpants, particularly teasy for Fluttershy herself, especially when the noises of warm fingers scrabbling against soft flesh joined in with their relentless ‘scritch scritch scritch’ joined the choir of gargalesis. Pinkie just HAD to outdo herself, vertically brushing one foot and uses her fingers to tease the other. This kills the Fluttershy.

In actuality, it DID push her to breaking point - the mare couldn’t laugh any harder, and she was previously unaware something could actually tickle THIS much. Is this what Twilight has to endure for the sake of her love? Poor girl. She’d rather be spanked on the butt with a big paddle, at this rate. Easier to bear. She liked bears. She knew one, his name was Harry, he had three cousins, Larry, Curly and Moe. They weren’t very responsible bears. Bear. Bare? Her feet were bare. Her mind was a little worse for wear, and it began to ponder more philsophical quandries. She was barefoot more than she wasn’t by far, and yet she never really felt the extent of the vulnerability until now. Feet were sensitive, and having them trapped away like this made them feel like such a soft target.

Still, she didn’t absolutely loathe it or nothing, but that didn’t make it not unbearable. Unbearable enough that she was entering the realm of lightheaded dizziness, a giddy, hysterical daze. Damn that brush, curse those fingers, why did she know all her weak spots so intimately??? By now of course, the tears had started to flow, trickling down her cheeks and pitter patting gently against her faded jeans. Worse still, considering the windows were wound up, Fluttershy was getting QUITE sweaty, stains appearing under her arms, not to metion the general stickiness around her thighs. The sweat on her feet went without mentioning, as it only helped the fingers glide around with sick, slick glee better. That and, Pinkie may or may not have taken a lick at some stage as to taste her salt, both physical and mental, probably. She really liked laying on thick…

“Aaahhhgoochiegoochiegoo~! Tickle-tickle-tiiiiickle! Laugh for me, laaaugh for Pinkie, or I’ll just keep torturing your poor, ticklish bare feet alllllllll night.” Pinkie snorted, likely at her own very deliberate word choice. She knew what to say to push Fluttershy’s buttons, that, and Dash would have likely cummed her pants right there and then if she heard this - a sort of phrase generally resigned to a fetishist’s wet dream.

Laugh she did, but perhaps not quite to the level Pinkie hoped. That pony had high expectations when it came to all matters of the laugh. The hard-working tickler mare’s sparkling blue eyes DID notice a toothbrush in that pile though… That was her actual toothbrush, though, the exact one she used every night. She wasn’t quite sure how it ended up there, perhaps a stroke of yesternight genius she’d forgotten about. Silly reasons and logic aside, it seemed like a viable option to raise the roof, torture some toes and stuff. Not like she’d quit using it after this, the two of them had already shared the same mouth germs in ways beyond counting, so whatever at this point, really. She tossed the hairbrush aside, telepathically thanking it for a job well done, before grabbing the cleaner of teeth.

Twirling it between her fingers while she skillfully continued the finger scrabbling, she had to contemplate the prime location for a lethal attack, as Fluttershy would likely be dead and done after this. The universe, however, gave her a sign, as the little crevice between her two largest toes on her right foot opened up in a moment of oppurtunity, the brush instantly being stuck in the newly opened touchy sector, before sawing and scraping at the delicate fold of skin with vigorous pace, twirling it side to side, letting the fibres brush against all sides of the toe’s inner stems, the toes themselves clenching against the plastic invader hard - not that did anything.

Fluttershy this time, screamed, and madly. Good thing indeed that nobody was around, or there’d be a murder investigation from the Manehattan police, and they were one crack squad. Poor little pegasus screeched her throat raw, being pushed right off the cliff, into the waters of overstimulation. If this secluded place wasn’t on a rise, they’d be in danger of her screaming alone shaking the car into watery depths, that’s how hard she screamed. Ooh, Pinkie’s own toes curled in her shoes at the site of it, even she had to admit that’d tickle. Which was good, because it meant it was due time for mercy.

She was quite proud indeed. A pair of naughty, teasing feet had been punished appropriately for their crimes. They did deserve more attention though, she felt, even if Fluttershy would initially protest her heart out. But for now, she was totally ragged anyway.

“Whew.” Pinkie wiped her brow. “Really worked up a sweat there. Need a second to relax, tough work this is.” Fluttershy, obviously, was a sweaty mess, mane positively dripping, tangled and glued to her face, hiding everything but a few glimpses of her eyes, which looked half defeated, and half fiery, likely as a result of the sheer enraging irony of what Pinkie had just said. Oh how she wanted to say something rude, but she was still too busy catching her breath, panting. Did the earth pony say these things intentionally, or was it all a master plan? She love-hated her.

Eventually, she had enough oxygen back to splutter out a few, albeit, simple words. “Too much… too much…”

Pinkie scratched her chin. “Too much?.. Or not enough? That is the question. I dunnooooo, I think you need a while more. How aboooooout—“
“No more…”

“Ten minutes per toe space?”

“No…”

“Yeah, twenty minutes then. Good thinking, ‘Shy.”

Pinkie started gliding the toothbrush towards the smallest toes on her left foot, agonizingly slowly, eyes fixated on Fluttershy the entire time, mouth absolutely twisted into a grin.

“Nonononono really, no, stooop…”

“Here comes the aeroplane! Zzzaaa-zzzooo-zoooom...”

“PLEASE, I MEAN IT!”

“Captain, we’re making our landing in a-three…”

“NO!”

“A-two…”

“I can’t take anymohohoore…”

“A-ooone…”

Fluttershy slammed her eyes shut, another hot tear leaking out of her eye as her whole body tensed up, soles scrunching as best they could.
“Nah, just kidding. You’ve had enough!”

The pegasus breathed an almighty sigh of relief, before glaring at Pinkie angrily. “Holy shit you’re such a fucking bitch sometimes.”

Pinkie gasped, but also burst out in laughter. “Reheheheally? Bwahaha, swear words just, do NOT sound right coming out of you, really. I’ve heard you swear like, twice before this. Oh dear… such a meanie-pants-bully-face! Hah!”

“Me?! You tickled me half insane!” Fluttershy threw her arms into the air in purpose, landing back down on the seat with a thud. “Was it reeeeeeally necessary to push me that far? You know my feet are sensitive.”

“Uhh, duh? If I didn’t, then next time we did our little predator-prey thing, you wouldn’t feel the thrill, because you’d have known in your tummy I wasn’t gonna do anything,” Pinkie explained, untying the two big toes before giving them a gentle squeeze. “The hunt has to have actual stakes, you know that! Besides! Don’tcha remember we wound the windows up before we began? I can smell you cooking, ‘Shy.”

The pegasus shifted a little in her seat embarassed, thighs grinding together needily. She knew Pinkie was right, even if this part of the process was suffering more than it was pleasure, the pleasure to come would be blissful, as it really did get her worked up.

“Well… come over here and…youknow…” Fluttershy bit her lip, subtly thrusting her lips forward a little. “…fuckmesilly?”

The pink mare started cracking up, snorting and giggling, grabbing her face, trying not to laugh at her lover’s attempt at being overtly sexual. It just really didn’t suit. “Ohh Flutters… you’re too much sometimes. That was cute, sexy, and just a liiiiiittle bit dumb.”

“Piiiiinkiiiieeeee,” the pegasus whined, “really. We didn’t have sex yesterday because you said you wanted us to save it for today. Then we teased eachother the entire way here. Then you chased me around and tortured me. I. Am. Horny. AND YOU KNOW IT’S HARD FOR ME TO SAY THIS STUFF!” Fluttershy raised her voice in a pleading fit. “Pleeheeheeeeease, come pay attention to the rest of meee. My feet aren’t going anywhere, but my sanity sure is! Get me off and you can do anything to them, anything.”

“Anything huh? Well… Rainbow DID give me this list.” Pinkie reached down her shirt, pulling out a scrumpled piece of paper, noisily unfolding it and smoothing it out. “She’s the expert on such things, I asked for a list of things that could be done to feet.”

Fluttershy rolled her eyes, before smirking just a tiny bit. “Doesn’t sound like it’d be too long a list… go on then, inform me what else the poor soles of my feet must endure~”, she stated somewhat sensually, still breathy after what’d transpired, earning a giggle from her partner.
“As a teeny tiny fun fact, this ain’t just theory either. It’s all stuff she’s tried out with Twily’s twilyfeet and found effective in making her squirm. As she made sure to point out to me. Well…” Pinkie cleared her throat with a loud, musical series of ahems, “here we go. Tickling, massaging, tickling, licking, tickling, biting, tickling, spanking, tickling, itching, tickling, hot and cold and finally… hmm, tickling. Gosh, but where’s tickling, I musta done it all wrong!”

The pegasus’ feet winced in their bondage at the sound of the surprisingly long list. “Oh dear… Twilight went through all that?”

“In one session, too. Somehow, it was her who misremembered the day of their anniversary, not Dash. So she gave her a three hour apology session, all tied up with a blindfold, and Rainbow’s feet resting in her face. Yeesh!” Pinkie tossed the note over her shoulder, “the things we do for love, huh? Heheh, though apparently Twi got served in bed the entire next da, she couldn’t even really walk around. Reminds me of when Rarity was so stiff after one long weekend the carousel closed for two days.”

“...What’s wrong with our friends?” Fluttershy giggled, “they’re- I mean, we’re all pretty crazy…”

“Yeah, I mean,” Pinkie scoffed, “look at you, listen to the weird sounds you make and the crazy stuff you say.” Immediately she sunk her fingers back into the yellow feet, digging at them insatiably, toes splaying wildly, the feet at least able to move side to side now, not that it helped much.
The yellow mare practically snorted and giggled madly. “PINKEEHEEE, YOHOHOU BIHIHITCH!!”

“Wow, see? Crazy mare I tell you… just dunno what we’ll do with you…” the earth pony shook her head mockingly, unable to really stifle her goofy smile.

“Phoo… you can finally relieve me, that’s what you can do. Please don’t make me beg…” Fluttershy whined, making her eyes go watery.

“Okay sweetie, okay,” Pinkie smiled warmly, bending over to give the two yellow feet one last smooch each before lifting up the top part of the seat, allowing the pegasus to pull her ankles out, giving them a quick rub, relieved to have them back in her posession. “This little pile of mine, it wasn’t only tickle toys y’know… buuuuuut, that’s for a little later…”

Pinkie Pie crawled onto the back seat, sitting directly across from Fluttershy, locking eyes directly. For the first time in a long while, the mood softened, transforming from aggressively teasy to something more genuinely affectionate, not to mention needy for more outright physical contact. The pegasus was right, it had been a little while, and at Pinkie’s request too. She wanted them both of them to be extra lewd and insatiable come the time they were here and ready to consumate their love in this special place, even if getting to this particular moment was a bit more silly, wild and weird than both of them may have initially intended, this was still the end game of this night. To screw eachother completely ragged and satisfied, and to fall asleep ontop of one another covered in sweat and who even knows what else. As it was though, there were still a few layer of clothes that stood in the way that naturally, needed immediate removal.

“Oooooone thing I didn’t account for… it’s awful tight in here, nnnnnot much elbow room…” Pinkie scanned her surroundings, the mauve interior of the vehicle, wondering how tricky it was going to be to undress in anything resembling the concept of “sexy.”

“Mmm, fine by me. Just means we’ll have to snuggle up tighter,” Fluttershy cooed, surprisingly being the one to lead the charge and suspend doubt, pressing her slender yellow index finger against Pinkie’s lips when she was about to speak once more. Instead, the pegasus placed a quick smooch on those lips once her finger had moved away, hands now tugging at the bottom of the pink mare’s blue jumper, pulling it upwards, revealing the fuzzy strawberry tummy underneath. All desires to nuzzle said belly had to be put aside, for now anyway.

The jumper was soon free, revealing that Pinkie had nothing on underneath, not even a bra, more than modest plump breasts now naked, Fluttershy’s fingers squeezing them lustfully, eliciting a forced moan from her lover’s mouth. Her hands next wrapped around her waist and the nape of her neck, as pink hands began to fiddle with Fluttershy’s own torso, ridding her off her shirt and her own bra, having spent a few seconds too long fidgeting with the infernal clip on its back. Now they were both bare chested, Pinkie repeating her partner’s groping frenzy, fingers teasingly caressing her little sensitive nipples, giving them a naughty pinch in yet another attempt to get Fluttershy to plead for relief.

It worked. By this point in time, a few delicate touches in the right spots was causing her to melt like butter. Pinkie was horny, sure, but it was Fluttershy who was on the verge of lewd begging, doubling over as the hands slid over her torso, pulling her closer.

“Piiinkie… umm… can we pleeease get these pants off..?” Fluttershy’s aquamarine eyes motioned downwards to her jeans, stained even through her underpants with the juices of her arousal. “I don’t think these stains will, uhhm… come out too easily…”

“Heh, naw, it’s fine. Remember! Rarity is our community washer, she promised to help with stuff like this and she can get rid of even the most stubborn stains~” Pinkie explained dutifully. “Like cum. One time she got peanut butter out of my bra.”

“Why was… nevermind… can you help me with-“

“Oh… right! Pants… one moment!”

Pinkie dropped to the floor of the car, hands reaching for Fluttershy’s waist, scrabbling fingers trying to undo the zipper of the tight jeans, as well as drag them off, not an easy feat when the legs were sticky with sweat. Much grunting and general frustration was had in the limited movement of the vehicle’s enclosed floor, not to mention with random sneakers and stuff in the way. With one final almighty tug, Fluttershy’s legs were bare, the pegasus now only in her underpants. The tug itself however, had enough force to knock Pinkie’s back to the floor. She opted to lay there momentarily, dazed, looking up at her lover’s figure as if she were a goddess.

“Ooooh…” Pinkie muttered in a downswept tone of voice, eyes still gazing up at Fluttershy above, head encapsulated from her angle by the light of the moon. “I am not worthy!”

Fluttershy rolled her eyes, but still giggled. Pinkie’s legs were still half resting on the seat next to the pegasus, who only just noticed the party pony’s feet were still locked away in sneakers and shoes, giving them a tap with her nails with a chiding tututut. “These should have been rid of hours ago. You could have driven barefoot, no excuses for these…” Fluttershy popped Pinkie’s heels out of the shoes, lifting them off slowly to reveal the multicolored toe socks, the air around them even warm, her feet having cooked in them through all kinds of physicality. “…Burdening things. It’s not just all about my feet,” she added, thumping down the sole of her foot against Pinkie’s chest, pinning her further to the floor, “what if I want a go at these plump pink toes? Hmm?”

Fluttershy took her sweet time, popping each one of Pinkie’s piglets out of their respective sock space, before dragging the rainbow cloth off altogether, toes squirming wildly, as they always did when naked and free.

“Yeah but… if I took them off hours ago, they wouldn’t be all nice and warm for you! I was being considerate, honest!” Pinkie grinned, Fluttershy opening her mouth to retort, but quickly finding she had nothing, instead raking her moderately long nails down the pink sole, causing an immediate fit of giggles. “Shyhyhy! That’s like… the opposite of making me want to have no shoes, that makes me want to put them back ON. You’re very silly sometimes, y’know.”

“Hmm… fine. Is this any better?” Fluttershy asked, raising an eyebrow, still eyeing her partner lovingly, her fingers pressing deep into the pink foot, rubbing the smooth, warm flesh in a surprise massage, her own foot pushing down on Pinkie’s chest harder, toes scrunching into the warm, fuzzy pink tummy, feeling the softness between them. She was surprisingly good at giving these, having been to the spa enough times with Rarity to catch onto the technique. Her “hippie” magazines filled in the blanks. Add pressure to the right places and well, one could create some truly tasty moans and groans.

“Oooooouuuhh… muuuuuch betteeeeerrr…” Pinkie melted under the skilled touch of the lithe, yellow fingers, before the pegasus started peppering the plumpy toes with a series of peck-like kisses, doing the wings on her back justice. The pink pony’s feet held notable difference to her partners’, in that they were plumpier and plusher, heavier in the hand, a contrast to the more slender, elegantly curved high-arched feet belonging to Fluttershy. Still, they wore almost the same shoe size, being mostly different in width only, leading to a lot of days of swapping socks or shoes. In this circumstance however, shoes and socks were only finding themselves discarded, as Pinkie’s other foot was set free, and also smooched heavily.

“Heheheheh, Shyyyy, you wasn’t it you who said it’s not all about feet?” Pinkie placed a hand over the foot against her torso, giving it a gentle stroke. “Didn’t the rest of you need urgent attention or something?”

“Well… yes, but… shut up. My mouth just needed something to do while it waited, that’s all…” Fluttershy folded her arms, blowing a wisp of pink hair out of her face, before she felt her underpants being tugged off by the recently risen Pinkie Pie. Things were getting heated, and she couldn’t help but taking a cautionary glance out the window to doubly make sure nobody was around, even if it was illogical with the curtain of nightfall heavy as it was. It was their first sex outside of a house, so there was a degree of dangerous thrill to it, even if it really wasn’t that. Before she knew it though, her bare butt was against the cool leather of the seat, hands roaming all over the recently revealed flesh. The idea of being truly naked outside of a bath covered in foamy bubbles, let alone with someone else, was somewhat terrifying once, but times have changed, and she had the willpower to let go, and simply follow her body’s urges as they bubbled forth. Still, she couldn’t help but blush just a little as another warm hand traced her inner thighs, eventually rubbing over the center of her need between her legs; dripping wet, and almost hot to the touch.
It took considerable effort not to simply gush right into Pinkie’s hand when it squeezed against her privates, but she still arched her back in a languid moan, before the other hand wrapped around her muzzle, muffling her, watery eyes going wide and being forced to gaze right into her lover’s, irises shrinking as Pinkie made her “threat.”

“Oh Shy… I’m going to make you cum SO hard, you’ll go lightheaded~” the earth pony practically cackled, a pitched whine leaking out of the trapped muzzle.

Some intense arm and leg movements later, Pinkie managed to kick off her own jeans, crumpling to the floor next to Fluttershy’s. Much like her lack of bra, she also planned ahead in her lack of underpants, though missing undies were common enough for her, once or twice they were often on her head instead of her body. Now, both girls were stark naked, and pushing their bodies together snugly in a tight embrace, slowly giving into the heat of the moment, less in less in control of what ways their bodies moved to the rhythm of lust. Nevertheless, Pinkie was determined to maintain enough to clarity to truly drive Fluttershy over the edge. And Pinkie always comes prepared.

Her unguided arm reached around to the driver’s seat, hand patting around blindly searching for a very particular something. An object that yes, were time more limited and eternally moving forward, could have been used on feet, but it was much more effective when applied directly to even naughtier places. Her fingers grasped around something smooth and round, with a considerably thinner handle, she knew she found it. Oh she was going to make her wake Manehattan up with this thing, and that city never even sleeps!

“Hey Flutteeeerssss, LOOKWHATIGOT!” Pinkie’s hand, once it had a firm grip on the utensil, snatched and brought it directly into Fluttershy’s face, the pegasus’ eyes going crooked in order to gawk at it. She knew what she was in for. Just how many orgasms were ripped from her with this vibrator was anyone’s guess, not even mentioning one fateful night of restrainment and sensory deprivation where she found herself milked ragged for every drop of goop her body could muster. She was still surprised she didn’t have brain damage from that night, because that was just the half of it. Asking Pinkie Pie to help offset the needs of one’s heat cycle was a dangerous proposition indeed. Proof of experience was in the fact a trickle of lust leaked out of her trembling nethers just seeing that thing. At this rate, it wouldn’t only be their clothes that needed washing, providing people wanted to sit in this thing WITHOUT smelling girl sweat, cum and tears stained into every nook and cranny.

With a simple flick of the device’s switch, an intense thrum surged through the top of the toy, and Pinkie wasted no time shoving it right into Fluttershy’s center of need; pushed right up against her clit. Every energetic shake and wobble from the vibrator coursed right through the most delicate, sexual organ. Her cries of ecstacy were silenced as her partner’s mouth wrapped around her own, forcing her to moan right into her maw, mostly muffling the sound of pleasure extreme enough to cause her hips to shuffle backwards at the touch, all the way until she backed her rear end into the corner of the seat, leaving her nowhere to go, the toy free to stimulate her to its heart’s content.

And so it did, Pinkie wrapping her free arm around Fluttershy’s waist, pulling her closer into the throb of the vibration. The pegasus’ marehood pulsated with pleasure absolute, waves of the sensation surging through her entire body now, aquamarine eyes almost rolling back in her head as the sloppy kiss continued.

Given the extent of her arousal already, it only took two minutes for the orgasm welling up inside to come rushing out completely, whole body tightening up as the climax took over, not even Pinkie’s warm mouth muffling the sound of her squealy moan, nethers practically squirting their juices over the other mare’s hand. The toy did its promised job, as once the rippling waves of the orgasm began to ebb away, a dizzying feeling of lightheadedness set in, all her senses swirling. It was a good thing she was in such a tight spot and could lean safely against the seats, otherwise she’d have stumbled to the floor. Still, her tongue lolled out, her eyes watered, she was sweaty, frazzled, and liquid arousal lined her inner thighs. She was cooked, though even in her barely functioning state of mind, she knew she NEEDED that, badly. Oh, it was heavenly relief alright…
“Aooooooowww…” Fluttershy’s voice was woozy and unbalanced, as if she had just consumed a whole barrel of cider by herself, “d-did you k-know… b-b-butterflies can taste with their f-feet?..”

In her ragged, depleted state of mind, it seemed curious facts about random animals were all that was left to the pegasus. Pinkie couldn’t help but burst out laughing, most likely being reminded of herself by the impromptu nature of the statement.

“Oh, Flutters, you’re one of a kind,” the pink mare giggled, smooching her partner’s forehead and hugging her moist, warm body tight. “I did not know that! Very topical though… considering these…” Pinkie flopped the ragdoll pegasus over, so that she was laying lengthways across the backseat, and then pulling her by the waist so her butt was on an angle and presented right to her. To show what she meant by “these”, both her hands grabbed the sides of her posterior, fingers sinking in to the butterfly cutiemark, as well as the pillowy rear end as well, Fluttershy basically gurgling in response as further stimulation. “Heheh, that and the feet of course, gitchie goo~” she also couldn’t help herself but scrabble a few fingers over the scrunched up soles, which twitched under their quick duress, more curious noises coming out of the yellow mare, drool leaking out of her mouth. “Oh come on! You’re not THAT dead.”

Fluttershy purred in response, not really budging from the position Pinkie propped her up in. She had SOME energy left, but saw no good reason to expend it, it was far easier just to go limp. Plus, it was always terribly fun to tease Pinkie by playing possum, she seemed to get unusually bothered by her ragdolling in the past, like a giant pink puppy during playtime, sad that its playmate wasn’t more interactive.

“Guh! Okay! Fine! If you’re going to be a floppy noodle, I’ll just have to bring the life back into you!” Pinkie announced, pulling the yellow backside closer to her, stretching her legs out so they enclosed the buttery yellow mare. “I’ll just have to… play you like a bongo drum!”

A loud series of slaps ringing out was the next sound to break the silence, Pinkie’s hands laying into the now jiggling butt that was slowly turning a shade of light pink instead of yellow from repeated spanks. “Heyyy! Gettin’ a pretty good tune outta this, boomf boomf boomf~” she harmonized as her hands were repeatedly brought down against the soft, smooth skin of the butt she had numerous times in the past labeled with marker as “my property.”

“OHOHOKAYOKAY!” Fluttershy squealed, struggling to get out of the party pony’s grip, patootie still under assault, wings trembling back to life in obvious arousal, even though a second orgasm at this rate would likely murder her for real. “I’M ALIHIHIIIVE!”

“There, see? Isn’t the land of the living much more entertaining?” Pinkie smiled widely at Fluttershy, who turned back around to look at her with an oddly amused looking frown. She couldn’t deny the amusement in the situation, even if her butt was still tingly from phantom hand imprints. “Though really… what now? Now I’m kinda the needy one and I don’t think you’re rrrreeeeeeally in any shape to go about pleasing anyone right now.”

“Aw… I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t think I’d—“ The pegasus looked forlorn for a moment, the extent of her inner kindness and affection obvious enough, genuinely unhappy her partner might have been going without. “I’m sorry…”

“Pffthaha, oh come on, ‘shy. I don’t mind, really! I’m just happy you got to finish, I could tell you really enjoyed it~” Pinkie cooed, leaning over until she was almost laying ontop of Fluttershy’s lower half, dribbling maw inches from the still leaking nethers. The pegasus couldn’t even stop herself from shuddering when the hot breath rushed over that area, still sensitive and touchy from the climax. She almost screamed when her lover took a long, sloppy, sensual lick of the spot, tasting her sex. It was no better when she nuzzled her crotch either, burying her face in her muff. Pinkie’s tongue was lethal, like a wise friend once said, it could lick straight through an ice cream in seconds.

“Nnnn… p-please…” Fluttershy stammered, fingers and toes curling from the overstimulation.

“Hehe, n’aww, c’mere you,” Pinkie wrapped both her arms around the girl, flopping herself backwards so the yellow mare was now laying ontop of her. She knew she wasn’t likely to move from this position until morning. “Be a good girl and reach for that blanket in the back, it can get a bit chilly here…”

And so she did. Both girls were now wrapped in the snug blue blanket Pinkie took from home, knowing full well they’d be spending the night. It was a tight fit, but far from uncomfortable, laying squished together in the otherwise not-so-sizeable interior of the vehicle. Fluttershy was already beginning to doze off, having spent most of her energy already, though Pinkie would be awake a little while longer, marehood still throbbing with need. Even she couldn’t help but wince at her own need. Perhaps it was karma for all those times they teased Dash with their feet right before going to bed and leaving her to stare at the ceiling or night or risk masturbating pressed right up against everybody else. Thinking of peds however, there was at least something to sooth her. Fluttershy’s feet gently caressed her own, a sleepy game of footsies, the silky sound of smooth skin rubbing being the only noise aside from their gentle breathing.

As deliciously comfortable and snug as she was, it went without saying her loins would make this a long night, regardless of how cuddly warm, sweaty Fluttershies were. That and, a long night was made all the longer as two surprise yellow fingers found their way inserting themselves up Pinkie’s tight marehood, snaking their way up until they were completely hilted, the earth pony yelping in response.

“Mmm, hope you don’t mind if I keep my fingers warm in here tonight,” Fluttershy yawned absentmindedly, playing as dumb as she possibly could. “My fingers and toes squirm a bit while I sleep though, hopefully that won’t bother you too much,” she added, giggling evilly, giving Pinkie’s inner walls a quick scratchy tickle, her whole body jolting against the pegasus’ in pleasure, practically humping into her. “Sweet dreams, honey~”

The pinky pony aslmost wanted to bite her. Given how active her fingers were, it seemed she was either not lying, or simply wasn’t sleeping at all, merely faking it. Dexterous, lithe fingers continued to tease her deep within, but slowly enough that a climax would likely still be at least an hour away. All Pinkie could do was whine, her hands too preoccupied snuggling Fluttershy ontop of her to really shoot downstairs and finish herself off faster. In the end, she decided to simply follow suit and close her eyes, there were worse ways to fall asleep after all. Although it was the pegasus who laughed her little butt off tonight, it was her who’d be having the last one…

“So, whatcha wanna do, Flutters?” Pinkie threw her scarf around her neck, locking the vehicle’s door and looking over towards Fluttershy, who sat with her legs and still bare feet dangling off the cliff they spent much of last night gazing off. Morning had sprung now, providing a fresh new look of their surroundings; a daylit stretch of green woodland leading up to the city outskirts. “There’s a few neat walking tracks around here, we might see some of the totally cool wildlife native to this place!”

“Cool wildlife, native to near Manehattan?” The pegasus giggled, “Like the… pigeon? Ooh, very exotic~”

“Bitch I’ll kick you right off that cliff,” Pinkie stated flatly, before bursting out laughing, Fluttershy soon joining in. “Really though, they’re okay, nice little streams and quiet spots the city folk never bother with. Put on some shoes and we’ll go hiking!”

“Shoes?.. Mmm, I don’t think so,” Fluttershy let out a shrill whistle, a passing flock of birds all coming down to land near and ontop of her, flapping their wings and generally being inquisitive.

“Bah, show off. Fine, if we see any pointy rocks I guess I’m carrying you, then,” the earth pony shrugged, sitting down next to her partner as delicately as she could without spooking away too many birds. “Phew, quite the drop. Guess it doesn’t make your tummy sink with those wings on your back, huh?”

The pegasus turned to face Pinkie, a pigeon sitting right ontop of her head. “Heheh, not one bit. Hey… thanks for this… it was a really nice night. It’d be nice to do it again sometime, and… I love you, by the way…” even now, she could still barely manage saying it without her face lighting up in a blush.

“Aw, I love you too, sweetiepie,” Pinkie leaned over to place a smooch on her cheek, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, the curious pigeon flying off with the others immediately afterwards. “Maybe we could spend one more night here! Could go into the city, have dinner there, come back?”

Fluttershy looked ponderous for a moment, before her face lit up. “Yeah, let’s. One more night then. I’ll call the girls, they can handle the pets for one day. Besides… I really should make up for last night more appropriately.”

“Oh psht, don’t worry, I came eventually. Didn’t you look at your fingers when you woke up?” Pinkie snorted, shrugging it off.

“Oh… well… there’s more than one thing to make up for…” the pegasus hinted, her fingers digging into Pinkie’s sided, ticklishly squeezing her ribs as her naked foot tapped the top of her partner’s sneakers. “What would Twilight say, all is fair in love and war?”

Pinkie winced, knowing it’d be her feet stuck under the top of the seat tonight to undergo torture and tribulations. “Sssssomething like that… hey, on second thought, maybe we SHOULD go home today…”

“Oh you… we’re not going anywhere. Except for that nice walk you promised us.”

“Heh, fine. Go easy on me though.”

“Not a chance~”