Fluttershy Discovers Toys
It was a cool, gloomy, overcast day in Ponyville. In the ladder-half of autumn, a cooler weather pattern had moved in, prompting a certain yellow pegasus to wear a sweater whilst she was out shopping that evening.
Being the weekend, she had not much to do besides this; refilling food for both herself and the critters she fed daily. It wasn't too much trouble for her. It was a labor of love, the way she saw it.
She'd been out running errands all day, since lunchtime, and was growing a bit weary. Only having a final item left to check off her list, she was ready to get home and relax.
As she trots down a familiar path, avoiding other ponies and minding her own business, she notices a trail that appears to have been abandoned. She stops and glances wearily down it, not seeing anypony anywhere. Although, upon closer inspection, it had been travelled recently.
But what was down here? There were several shops, she saw. But she didn't recognize any of them.
Checking her surroundings once more, she cautiously creeps down the path, her head low, eyes darting to and fro, searching for any danger or trouble that might be waiting for her.
Alas, she's alone. And safe. However, she sees a shop that catches her attention.
It's old, that much is true. A decent-sized rotunda, sparsely decorated and mutely colored. The blinds were closed, as was the front door. However, the sign in one of the small windows on the dark wooden door proclaimed, "Open".
Fluttershy catches her breath and wonders what might be in this store. Antiques? Furniture? There was only one way to find out.
She steps forward and carefully opens the door, immediately blasted by what she thought was smoke, but realized was just fog. She slips inside the store and squeaks when the door shuts on its own behind her. Probably from being at an angle. The building did kind of lean forward, she noted mentally.
Chalking it up to what she'd figured in her head, she peers around the room. It's dark, but there are clearly items for sale all over. The only difference is, she had no idea what they were.
There were whips, staffs, paddles, chains, and all sorts of other items she couldn't identify.
"What is this place...?" she whispers to herself.
"Hello?" a booming, scratchy voice calls from somewhere in the next room, separated by a doorway with beads draped down the entry.
Fluttershy swallows hard and replies. "Uh... Hello? Um... Can you tell me... What this place is?"
Suddenly, somepony emerges from behind the beads--an old, grey and blue mare. Her mane is up in a bun, and her tail is bound together by a single black hairband. Her purplish eyes look cold and lifeless, but she was clearly alive.
Fluttershy takes a step back as the mare approaches.
"No reason to be frightened, dear. You asked what I sell, I'm here to tell ya," she croaks, waving a come hither hoof and heading back into the beads room.
Fluttershy reluctantly follows.
Beyond the wall of colored beads was another room lined with shelves full of stuff. More stuff she didn't recognize. On the far side of the room, opposite of the beads, was a table being used as the transaction point. A jar sat on one side, barely full of bits, and a bunch of papers stacked up on the other seemed unnecessary. Then again, she still didn't know what was sold here.
"Uh," Fluttershy starts, waving her hoof around in the fog that has settled at the bottom of the room. "Can I ask what it is you offer for sale here...?"
The old mare nods. "Sure. Sex toys. Sex stuff. Stuff for stallions, stuff for mares." She plops down behind the desk in a crooked lawn chair.
Fluttershy felt the blood rush to her face and knew she must be clearly blushing. "Oh dear... I... Don't think I belong here..." She turns to back out of this while she still can.
"Nonsense. You ain't got a sex life sweet pea?"
Just hearing those words sent a shiver up Fluttershys' spine. No, she didn't. Unless you counted her solo antics in her bedroom...
"I'm... Um... Not sure," she murmurs, bowing her head and avoiding eye contact with the store owner. There was probably no getting out of this now. She'd already shown interest in what was being sold.
The elder mare scoffs. "You don't know? Do ya get rutted? Have a stallion who you take with ya to bed? Or do ya prefer doing the lewds to yourself?"
The bold, nonchalant attitude this lady had was almost too much for Fluttershy. She felt so embarrassed by her language and terminology. Unfortunately, the mare had guessed right on one of those things.
Fluttershy swallows a brick and responds. "I... Don't have a mate... But I do... Um... Take care of myself..."
"Well why didn't ya say so?" The lady steps up on a creaky stool on one side of the room and snatches a small box off a shelf. She drops it on the floor and tears it open. "There ya are. Take your pick, ya timid girl."
Curiosity taking over, Fluttershy gazes into the box to see it's contents--its full of colorful penises!
"Oh gosh... I can't... What are these...?" she asks, beginning to shake. She looks away from the box.
The mare cackles. "Never seen dildos before sweetie? That's a shame. Here," she stoops and takes up a couple of the strange objects and drops them into Fluttershys' saddlebags. "These are on the house. Now skidaddle. I've got to close up."
Fluttershy tries to protest as she's shoved through the beads and out the front door, but the old mare made up her mind. The door slammed shut and locked, leaving a confused and startled Shy out in the street.
"I'd better head home..." she tells herself, running off and away from the scary place she'd just been forced out of.
Fluttershy's run home went uneventful. But whatever the old mare had shoved in her saddlebags weighed a bit.
Home was quiet. The hollowed out tree-cottage was calm and peaceful. That's the way she liked it.
She had the windows all closed, blinds shut, and a few candles lit. The animals had been fed right after she'd gotten home, and had already cleared out, leaving her all alone in her home.
After a quick bite to eat, she went upstairs, her saddlebags still draped over her hindquarters. She intended to find out what the embarrassing yet intriguing objects were that were hastily placed in her bags.
Once she got upstairs, feeling the effects of a long, hard, stressful day, she finally takes off the saddlebags and sets them beside her bed. "Whatever those things are, I'm going to find out..."
She makes sure the windows upstairs are all closed and shuts the blinds. She didn't need anypony knowing what went on during her alone time up here.
She lights a few more candles and hops into bed, laying there quietly for a few long moments before sitting back up with a yawn. "Time to figure this out..."
She undoes the tabs for the saddlebags and peers into them, now fully open, its contents exposed. Inside, besides what was on her list, there were three oblong, colored objects.
She huffs and hoists the bags onto her bed, dumping them out so she could get a better look at these strange items.
Once she sorts everything out, she examines the three things.
The first was pink. Smooth, long, wide, and pink. It had no particular shape. She pokes it and discovers that it's some kind of rubber. Hard and stiff. In her mind, she remembers what the old mare said. Sex toys...
This must be one of those.
She sets it aside and examines the second one. Similar in shape, this one is yellow and translucent, with little flecks sparkling within. It is much longer, and on one side, it has a series of rings all the way around. She shivers, for some strange reason.
This toy was also rubbery, but a little less stiff. She moves it with the other toy and now inspects the third.
This one instantly makes her blush. It was quite obvious that it was a detailed replica of a stallions' penis, complete with the scrotum and phallus. The thing was brown and black and again, made of rubber, but stiff like the first toy.
Now she knew for sure what these were for, and it didn't help with her embarrassment.
She'd had no problem... Rubbing herself... But using one of these to insert into her naughty zone...?
She lays back, taking a deep breath and shivering. The familiar warmth she felt when she was being or ready to be lewd was returning. Oh no...
She slides her hooves between her hind legs and covers her nethers. They always caused the trouble. But she could never resist the urges she got when she was like this.
Fluttershy gives a little whimper when she realizes she's wet down there. She almost certainly had her work cut out for her if she wasn't going to give into her carnal desires tonight. But these toys, her curiosity, and that burning desire to know what it felt like to have something forced into such a small hole won her over.
She sits up, feeling the liquid warmth spreading throughout her body from her loins and clutches the the pink toy, swallowing and gasping for breath. She was getting too hot, too quickly. But at this point, she didn't really care. These dirty thoughts racing through her head had won, and she would be listening to them all night.
She lay back, spreading her rear legs wide and unfurling her wings. This was a comfortable position, and she felt that heat build in her face as she gazed down at her sopping marehood. It was going to be a long night.
Feeling an unrelenting need in her little mare hole, she carefully guides the toy between her folds, whimpering as she felt her insides spread apart to make way for the fat, hard object.
But she loved the feelings this toy gave her. Static! Tingling! A nagging lustful need to keep going. She squeezes her eyes shut and moans softly, pushing the toy further into her depths, her own wetness acting as lubricant. She keeps going until it's almost buried inside her, and slowly drags it back out, a new set of explosive sensations surging from her love tunnel.
More! I need more! She pushes it back in, hearing the squishy sound of her own dripping innards as they are moved around from the toy. She lets it glide in until it hit a barrier, a deep internal feeling that nearly made her scream from the pleasure, then pulls the toy back out.
In, and out. In, and out. She pistons the toy to and fro, letting go of her fears and moaning loudly, clenching her teeth and biting her lip to suppress the noises she just couldn't help but make.
Suddenly, amidst all the euphoria, she has an idea. She stops her self-indulgence and eases the toy out of her pink muff, and sets the sticky, wet thing aside. She now grabs the yellow toy, understanding what the rings were for. This was going to be amazing!
With her little girl parts already slick from her juices, she inserts the second toy with no problems. The rings rub her just right, and she can't help but groan and whine as it slides all the way in.
Now laying completely sprawled out on her bed, the shy pony lets go, ramming the toy in and out of her vagina while she wails at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were shut so tight it hurt, and she could see stars before her eyes. Her drool pools out of her mouth onto the bed sheets, but once again, she doesn't care about the mess. She was having too much fun.
There finally came the moment where her little body could bear the ecstasy no more, and in an instant, she felt a barrage of sensations that kept her moaning and yelling for what seemed like an eternity. On her bottom and all around her waist was a damp, sticky liquid. Yes, she'd made a big mess.
Panting heavily, her eyelids droopy, she shakes as she sits up, the toy still testing in her poor, over-stimulated pussy. She slowly pulls it it out and sets it aside. She was done.
The final toy lay nearby on the bed, unused...
For now.
At the moment, she'd gotten what she needed. Her desires fade away, and she curls up in a tight ball on the covers of her bed, unable to even get under them from her exhaustion.
With a quiet yawn, she closes her eyes for the last time that night, and drifts peacefully off to sleep.
