Fluttershy's Open Chest Club
Wednesday at Canterlot University, 8:00 P.M., Fluttershy sits in a classroom on the second floor of the arts building, waiting. She’s been doing this for the last four months, and is at this point perfectly comfortable in the room. A little chilly, but comfortable.
Her phone buzzed beside her, and a quick glance showed her it was just Rainbow Dash telling her about the movie she’d gone to tonight and asking when she’d be done with the shelter. She just sent back that she didn’t know, but she wouldn’t be available tonight. Of course the lie made her feel bad, but she did it for the same reason why she did this so late.
And why she sat on the desk completely naked.
She heard the door rattle, before another student walked in. He was in a long, black sweater that came down halfway over his hands, and one of his eyes was covered by black dyed hair. His eyes widened as he took in the beauty that sat there, her skin glowing in the candlelight that accompanied the night. It kept things close, intimate, but still bathed in shadows.
The lanky guy swallowed hard, scratching his head as he stepped closer. “S-sorry I wasn’t here last week Fluttershy. My mom needed me to help her after my dad…” He paused, before furrowing his brow at the raised eyebrow that Fluttersh- “Oh, I’m sorry, Flutterslut!”
She smiled brightly at him at the name, finally getting off of the desk. The title wasn’t quite as appropriate as the titles her boys held, but it was what she had put upon herself. It was a reminder of what she was supposed to be to them. What she needed of them. “It’s okay, Wrist. I know your family can pull you away.”
Wrist blushed a bit, before he felt her soft touch on the sides of his head. He leaned in a practiced lean and shivered as he felt the lips he’d been craving over the past week. They were sweet and soft, sending shivers of excitement down his body as they came close to each other. Well, that, or it could be from her breasts being pressed tightly against him, but he liked to think he could be more romantic than that. At least with Slut. “Um, also, I-I didn’t, um, break into my dad’s stash just because I missed a week. I-I didn’t want to have to see you sad because of it.”
Fluttershy nodded, pulling Wrist’s hand up. She pulled down one of his sleeves, smiling brighter as she checked it. She then planted the hand firmly on her breast, letting out a light moan as he squeezed it. “You’ve come a long way, Wrist. I’m really proud of you.”
The words made his heart swell, and he wrapped his arms back around her, keeping his hands on the small of her back while he did so. He didn’t want to just focus on the rest while he celebrated his progress. Not when the rest was a tool, while she was the cure.
A quiet knock came against the door, before it slowly opened. A short girl with blue hair walked in, fidgeting as she looked at the two of them. She then waved, her long, white shirt rippling around her because of the draft. “Hello Slut, Wrist. I’m happy to see that you came tonight.”
Fluttershy beamed at the girl, who was taking off her shirt. She had a much flatter body than Fluttershy, with breasts that barely came off of her chest. Apparently though, her decision last week to wear nothing under her shirt when she came to the club had stuck. “I have even better news, Neck. He stayed clean for the entire time, at least from what he says.”
The pale girl smiled, coming closer to Wrist and hugging his arm. “I-I’m happy to hear that.” She then looked down, but Fluttershy stopped her from continuing.
“Neck lost her most recent home, so last week we had a deep discussion on that. However, she’s now staying at the Shelter while she finds a new place, and I bet she’d love some company, even if it’s just to reward your progress.”
The two people blushed, looking away from each other while Fluttershy smiled. She knew the two had feelings for each other, both having similar reasons for coming to the group, and she hoped they could help their relationship with a bit of time outside of the club. At the very least, it’d be a start. “Now, Wrist, since you’ve been gone, I want you to be open and tell me where you want me.”
Wrist blushed a bit, but it only stopped him from speaking for a second. There was no reason for him to be worried after all. “Um, well, I haven’t been able to be in your ass for a while…”
Fluttershy leaned against him, guiding her hand to his ass, which was met with a, “Damnit!”
Standing at the doorway was a kid with firey red hair and a large, purple eye. He wore a torn up t-shirt and ripped jeans, but despite how he gripped the door, he didn’t slam it. “I was really hoping to get back there again.”
Wrist smiled at his friend, before extending a hand to him. “If it helps, Fist, with how clean Slut keeps herself, you can probably use it after me.”
Fist bit into his cheek as he looked away. He was the newest member, apparently having replaced one who’d ‘graduated’ from it. Even after only a month here though, and he was beginning to feel the effect of the club as his eye winced. “I’m only letting myself go once. I fucked up, and I need to show restraint, so I’ll start with my sex drive tonight.”
Fluttershy stepped over to him, reaching over and squeezing his hand. “Please, don’t be too hard on yourself. You’ve got a tough problem to fight, just like everyone else, so don’t beat yourself up. It’ll only lead to you possibly giving yourself another bruise with your name.”
Fist looked down at her, his groin twitching as he took in Fluttershy’s breasts. They were as large as his head, and were the softest thing he’d ever gotten to touch. She was the softest thing he’d ever touched. His eyes glanced down, and her words whispered kindness to him, something all three of them cherished more than her body. “Remember why I have my name, and don’t think this way.”
He looked back at her before letting out a long, deep breath. “I am Slut not for being one, but because it makes me worthless. It puts me on the level you see yourselves so that I can help you. It also makes it so that I open to all of you parts of myself no one else sees…”
The other two chimed in with him for the last part, all saying, “So I deserve to hear parts of you no one hears.”
Fluttershy nodded, before she stood away from all three of them. “Now, as Neck didn’t hurt herself this week, she gets the next choice. Is that okay, Fist?”
Fist nodded, and the short girl blushed. “I… I would like to give to you today, s-so, um, pussy, I guess.”
Fluttershy nodded, before turning to Fist, who blushed and whispered something. She could hear the words, but she gestured for him to speak up. Nervousness wasn’t allowed here, nor was trying to be modest about what you wanted or felt, which got him to sharply bark out, “Breasts,” before he covered his mouth and said, in a much more reasonable tone, “sorry.”
Fluttershy nodded, patting a desk and gesturing to Fist. The three began to move, two of them completely practiced at this. From here on, until they were done ‘relaxing’ they wouldn’t talk. Words now could humiliate, shame, and even hurt, so Fluttershy didn’t allow them. They were only allowed to feel.
Fist sat up on the desk, and Fluttershy pecked his bruise. He winced, but smiled at the gesture. She always kissed their mistakes, claiming that it was a sign of how she didn’t care about them. How she loved them anyways. It had made him cry the first time, but now simply made him harder than any sort of teasing could.
She leaned down, slowly undoing his pants and pulling them down. They were used to one another’s bodies, but her lips against his shaft while it was still trapped by his clothes was still euphoric. It was also why he would need to remember to thank Neck for her choice later, as otherwise her tongue wouldn’t have been available.
Once his cock was out though, he leaned back patiently, knowing that he had to wait for Wrist, and he was willing to. The poor guy hadn’t been here last week, and he wasn’t going to rush him.
Wrist wasn’t exactly slow though, having gone a month without being allowed back at her ass, mostly because Fluttershy usually said it was off limits except for special occasions. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it there, but it was the one time she did feel a bit embarrassed, so she wanted to be celebrating something when she was done there.
Wrist slowly gripped into her tender, soft rump, his cock prodding one of her cheeks. It was like a big cushion, big enough to cushion her from even the one time Fist had been back there. At least,that’s what Fluttershy had told them.
He spread his legs, put his tip to her ass, and looked down. Neck was there, blowing on their lover’s slit, causing Fluttershy’s body to shake. They were all ready, and all waiting. So, he pulled back, and then slammed forward.
Fluttershy gasped as she felt the hard rod slide into her ass. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had once been, as she was now trained a bit more back there, but it was still a rough entry. Not that she would complain, disguising a whine with a moan. She was the one who told the guys to be rough with her. To let her have everything, and this was just a part of that.
She moaned as she got into his fast, hard rhythm. Wrist was always so eager when he was with her, and she could hear him start muttering. Even if she asked for him to calm down now, it wouldn’t be of any use. He was gone, just enjoying himself as his barriers came down.
While she felt that hard pressure in her rectum though, she could feel a wet, sloppy tongue slide itself along her folds. Neck was a sweet girl, and she rarely wanted to be on the receiving end of Fluttershy’s own tongue, not unless she’d broken down the week before. It was dangerous of course, and Neck’s sexuality was something she often talked about, but it also meant that she was readily willing to help relieve her clubmate’s pressures as well, and they were safe to be with.
Besides, Fluttershy thought as she already began to pant, letting herself get into everything that happened, the girl wasn’t bad with her tongue. Not when she would nibble on the side of her pussy, stick it deep in, or when she sucked hard on her- “Ah!”
And finally, Fist had his cue. He’d been enjoying the motion so far. Her heavenly breasts ground against him, pushed down tight by Wrist, and the friction was on par with her pussy he usually thought. At the very least, he’d rather have the gentle nature, instead of her slit’s greedy pull. However, he needed release on these nights in more than one way, and so he reached over as her mouth was open wide, pulled on the back of her head, and forced her mouth onto the tip of his cock.
He moaned as her tongue fastened around him and she begin to gently suckle his precum. It was times like these where he doubted how false her name was, but one look at her big, caring eyes that were so happy to be staring at his face, and the doubt vanished, every single time.
Fist sucked a hard breath in as she was forced deeper on his cock. The reason was because Wrist had lifted her up, panting as he got more leverage and started going balls deep inside of her. He could barely move, but the gothic boy didn’t dare stop, not when it felt like this. Not while he was one with Fluttershy.
Neck followed, at this point kneading into Fluttershy’s ass as she pulled herself a bit off of her knees to stay on her lover’s pussy. At this point there was a constant stream of the shy girl’s arousal, and Neck greedily lapped at it as she herself dripped.
Fist was the first one to finish, keeping Fluttershy glued to his crotch. Her tits were swinging now due to Wrist, with his cock right in between. They would slide against him, teasing him while he thrust into her mouth. She more than happily took his cock though, and in due time he kept her down when she was pushed onto his lap.
Wrist felt Fluttershy tighten as Fist shouted, and he could see even from here the cum that dripped out of her mouth because of how she was. It was unbelievable that she didn’t gag while they did this, and only made him drive into her harder, which was his mistake.
Neck opened her mouth as Wrist became stiff as a board. His cum shot deep into Fluttershy, but some of it still dropped down into the hungry girl’s mouth. She herself was masturbating, getting herself ready for a round two.
That round two would not include Fluttershy though, because while Neck sunk herself onto Wrist’s cock, sucking on it as she started on the rest of his stress, Fist panted on the table, his cock staying down. He chuckled a little bit, before smacking himself. “L-Looks like I only had one in me tonight anyways.”
Fluttershy looked up at him, swallowing one more time as she got up. She then sat on the desk next to him and placed a hand on the one of his that had smacked him.
She looked deep into his eyes, squeezing it as she whispered, “What happened?”
And this was the real part of the club. The part that all of its members, past, present, and future brought them more joy than any amount of sex could, as for the next eight hours the four of them would talk, becoming one of mind, spirit, and, most importantly, pain.
And, as Fluttershy always said to a new member once they were done with the first half of the club, “I am Slut because I will take everything of yours, no matter how horrible, or humiliating, and by allowing you to be one with my body, I hope you will allow me to be one with your soul.”
And never did Fluttershy have to say goodbye to a club member because of their name, a fact that brought her more joy than any amount of sex could ever have.
Author's Note
If you liked this, I recently published an Original Story recently about someone helping characters through complex emotions akin to this, and also has a description with a lot of double meanings for how you could read it, all while staying completely honest.
