Pinkie melted down into the gunk in the bottom of the tub, although she made sure Fluttershy got her wing out of the way first. Mr. Humpy was happy, and as exhausted as Pinkie was herself, and they were both in agreement that putting her promise in a box for a little while had been a really good idea.

With a happy groan, Pinkie Pie reached for the ribbons on her box, and pulled at them. Everything rushed back. Pinkie Pie could remember what she had done at the skilled stroking of Fluttershy's wing, but for the first time since the first rainboom, there was no shame.

"Better?" Fluttershy was still blushing, but was surprised that where she had expected to get tense and anxious while servicing her friend, it had been relaxing. It was almost like she was taking care of one of her animal friends, only it was a pony friend. She reached over and turned the taps on.

Fumbling under her sticky belly for the plug, Pinkie managed to get it in the drain. "Indeedy!" Pinkie Pie squirmed a little, and lifted her hoof up to inspect it. The musky scent should have driven her crazy with anxiety, but it was all done without her promise. Of course, she wouldn't do anything like that now. "Thank you, Fluttershy!"

"Wait!" Fluttershy barely managed to avoid her friend's hug, backing up and pointing to Pinkie's barrel. When her friend looked down, and noticed the semen stains in her fur, they both broke into giggles at the same time. "Let's get you clean first. Then we can talk more."

"Okie dokie lokie!" Pinkie had been to the day spa, but there was something different about Fluttershy washing her down. At the same time the bath felt like Fluttershy was just washing one of her animals, and naughty. It took a few moments for Pinkie Pie to build up her voice enough, after the wonderful way her friend had treated her, to complain. "F-Fluttershy? Can you—can you please stop?"

The moment she said the words, Fluttershy did just that. Pinkie Pie looked up at her friend. "It just doesn't feel right."

Fluttershy pondered the words, and put the facts together. "You opened your box early?" When Pinkie Pie nodded the tiniest bit, Fluttershy reached in—ignoring the mess—and hugged her friend. "I'm proud of you, Pinkie."

Not sure why, Pinkie Pie pulled Fluttershy into a hug, squeezing against her friend and pressing her snout in against her neck. "I like having the promise. It's what makes me Pinkie Pie." She didn't know why there were tears flowing, just that they felt right. The heavy drops of saline were not of sadness, but pure joy. "But this was really nice too!"

Letting out a breath that eased a lot of tension still within her, Fluttershy even spread her wings out and around Pinkie. "So it helped?"

"Yupperoonie!" Pinkie Pie pulled back a touch and smiled wide at seeing Fluttershy's little smile. When Fluttershy freed a hoof and lifted it up, Pinkie giggled when it booped her on the nose. Laughing louder, Pinkie Pie pulled Fluttershy into the bath, and together they got all the sticky stuff off.

Unlike being cleaned by somepony, both being in the tub to get clean seemed perfectly fine to Pinkie Pie, and after a lot of giggling and scrubbing, they both rinsed clean and jumped out to dry off.

Fluttershy knew she should have been getting more and more tense by the moment, but things seemed different with Pinkie Pie. Once she was dry, she stepped for the door. "Now are you ready for that talk?"

Pinkie Pie almost froze. She knew what Fluttershy would want to talk about, but it wasn't something she felt she could, not without. "Can you help me build a box again?" She couldn't hold back a giggle when Fluttershy's wings fluffed and shot up all on their own.

"Y-Y-You want to—to be like that again?" The shock of the situation had triggered Fluttershy's natural "get ready to fly" reflex, and while she knew she could fold her wings, she suspected Pinkie might try to trigger it again. Rather than folding her wings completely, she kept them loose on her back to appease that reflex.

When Fluttershy showed no motions to head back downstairs, Pinkie took the initiative and the lead. "Not all the time, but just so I can talk about—about things. It wouldn't be too much trou—"

"Icandoit!" Fluttershy followed Pinkie back to the expansive living room on the ground floor. She hadn't used The Stare all that much, and here was Pinkie wanting her to use it again in the same day. Fluttershy's heart beat a little faster, but there was no building tension like usual. In a flash of revelation, Fluttershy realized she enjoyed hypnotizing Pinkie Pie.

Grabbing a cupcake from the bag she had brought with her, Pinkie started munching it. Her nose picked up a different scent than her own, stallion-like musk. Twitching her snout and sniffing, Pinkie Pie noticed the smell get stronger as Fluttershy joined her on the couch.

An aroused mare.

Pinkie Pie's eyes went wide for a moment, and she suddenly really needed her friend to make the box for her so they could talk about naughty things. Gulping the cupcake down in one bite, she slipped back off the couch and lay on the floor facing Fluttershy.

"Wait a moment, I need to be standing for this." Fluttershy stood up, and set about relaxing herself first. Swishing her ears around, she rolled her neck, fluffed her wings, and gave her tail a little wag. Lifting a hoof up, she gently spread her mane to uncover both her eyes. "Okay. You went under quite easily before, but I don't want to risk you shrugging any of this off."

"Close your eyes." Fluttershy let her voice drop into the soft monotone she used for induction, and waited for Pinkie to do as instructed. "You are comfortable?" A slight nod was her only answer, and with it came the realization that Pinkie might just enjoy being hypnotized. "You remember earlier, when I had you in my power?"

The tone of voice alone almost pushed Pinkie Pie into the warm embrace of Fluttershy's induction, but it was the reminder of the previous session that had her ears perk forward to catch every word. She nodded only a fraction, already feeling relaxed.

"Good girl. And you can remember that big tub, and all the warm water around you. It was so relaxing and calm. It made it harder to move, not pinning you in place, but making each muscle work harder to even twitch." Fluttershy watched Pinkie closely, trying to gauge her reaction to an induction regarding water. From what she saw, Fluttershy was confident this was going to work better than the first. "Try it, move your tail and feel how the water restrains."

On command, Pinkie twitched her tail, and smiled a little wider as it felt like the muscles of her dock were being resisted.

"Only, the water is stronger than your muscles, and each time you try to move it presses more. Keep moving your tail and you will find that soon you can't move it at all. Try twitching other muscles, your legs, your neck. You can't move, can you?" Fluttershy wasn't looking for an answer, she was looking for the opposite. "But it is a warm hug, not restricting, but snuggling. Open your eyes."

Pinkie knew what was coming. She knew she was about to land in the infinite depths of Fluttershy's eyes, and she gladly followed the command. The Stare was waiting for her, and it felt like Pinkie had just dropped into the deepest parts of the ocean. Pure love sat in the deepest parts of Fluttershy's eyes, and Pinkie was struck dumb by the beauty of it.

The Stare could be used offensively, Fluttershy well knew, but just having somepony trust her enough to lose themselves in her eyes gave the mare a tingle that ran from the back of her neck, all the way down her spine, and found a place to nestle under her tail. "Pinkie Pie, I want you to make a box for me."

The box was easier to make now that Pinkie knew what it was going to do. She quickly put together a box, with a timer, and ribbons, and everything. Her smile grew.

Picking up on Pinkie Pie's smile, Fluttershy decided to praise her. "You have it already, good girl." She knew it had been the right thing to say, when Pinkie's smile widened even more. "You know that there is a timer on the box, but this time it will be set to eight hours from when you blink."

Knowing that she would be able to open the box when she wanted, Pinkie approved of the extended time. Still she gazed up into Fluttershy's eyes, not able to blink, not unless she fought against her friend.

"Good girl. Now there will be ribbons on top, and those are for you to pull when you want to. Just tugging on them will open the box." Fluttershy felt she had established the box, now, as a strong entity that Pinkie Pie could maintain—she knew her friend had a vivid imagination, and that would help a lot. "Your promise. You will put your promise into that box for me, and you are going to close the box and tie the ribbons up."

Pinkie followed along, and the moment she closed up the box and tied the ribbons, she felt the slight shift in her world-view that she had last time. Her promise was safe in the box.

"When I count to three, you will blink. When you blink, you will still feel the ribbons, and still be able to see the box and the timer. The water will drain away, too, and you will be able to move again. One." Fluttershy smiled at the sensation of her sharp fangs in her mouth, she hadn't told anypony about them, but they needn't know she felt more bat-like when using The Stare. "Two. Three."

Blinking a few times, Pinkie Pie leaned up and kissed Fluttershy on the lips. It was startling even for her; it was her first kiss.

Fluttershy's wings shot up again, and she couldn't move for nearly five seconds. Something inside broke, however, and she closed her eyes, suddenly enjoying the touch of Pinkie Pie's lips.

Pinkie didn't hold the kiss for long, but she felt Fluttershy lean forward as she drew back from it, and she felt her body run hot with excitement. "This is perfect. Thanks Fluttershy!" Leaving her friend looking a little stunned, Pinkie Pie jumped up onto the couch and while she ignored Mr. Humpy's urging, it wasn't due to repression. There was something about Fluttershy, and how she responded to being kissed, that made Pinkie certain that things might become more exciting soon.

"I am just glad I can help you." Fluttershy was still fighting with her need to process the fact that she had been kissed, intimately, by Pinkie Pie. Deciding to focus on that later, Fluttershy climbed up and sat on the couch beside Pinkie Pie. "You know this won't be a one-time fix?"

"Straight to the heavy questions." Pinkie would normally have felt a slight wilting of her demeanor at having to be serious, let alone about this topic. Instead, she felt eager for the discussion. "Anyway, I figured as much."

Fluttershy reached a wing out to collect another cupcake, and began nibbling on it. "I am okay with helping you." She was still waiting for the big hit of stress to come, for the wave to blast into her and destroy her self-confidence, but it just didn't seem to come. "Are you really doing alright? No strange urges?"

"Pfft!" Giggling, Pinkie Pie tossed a whole cupcake in her mouth and gulped it down before continuing. "I always have strange urges, Fluttershy. This box just lets me think about them, instead of having to hide them away."

"What sort of urges?" Fluttershy would have hidden behind her mane for a week in any normal setting, asking such a question. As it was she did feel a measure of tension from it, but not what she would have expected. She was building a steadily growing pile of things to think about at a later date.

"Ugh, mounting just about everypony!" Pinkie Pie covered her snout with both forehooves the moment she had let the exclamation slip.

Fluttershy, seeing Pinkie Pie blushing behind her hooves, couldn't help to giggle despite the heavy topic. Then she froze mid laugh. "Wait. Me too?" Pinkie Pie just slowly nodded, blushing further. "Oh…"

Pinkie eased her hooves away from her snout. "I can't help it. Mr. Humpy just makes me think things!"

" 'Mr. Humpy'?" Humor blew away Fluttershy's awkwardness. "Is that what you call—"

"My penis." The word wasn't taboo to Pinkie when she had the promise all safely stored away. She giggled and leaned a little to the side, showing that Mr. Humpy was mostly hiding away—mostly.

Confronted by Mr. Humpy, Fluttershy blushed again. "A-A-Any other urges?" She tried to pull her eyes away from Pinkie's penis, and managed only with an effort of will that cost her some awkwardness.

Pinkie Pie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Marking mares as mine. Breeding with them…" She shifted a little, hiding Mr. Humpy's growth under her belly. "Maybe we should talk about that stuff another time."

Fluttershy read Pinkie's body language. She knew full well her friend had just moved to hide her growing erection. "That would be nice. Just let me know when you need another day and we can plan something more than just—just giving Mr. Humpy a few hugs."

Relief flooded Pinkie Pie when Fluttershy got up and turned. Racing to her hooves she charged to the front door and stood, hiding Mr. Humpy with the bottom half of Fluttershy's front door. "Yeah!" Pinkie giggled at her trick, and although Mr. Humpy really wanted to go back inside, she was determined to sneak away and practice what Fluttershy had taught her. "Well, I better be going. I have a huge party to plan!"

Every day Fluttershy made a point of visiting Sugarcube Corner, and her friend. Pinkie had gone back to her old self after the special day they had together, and it was starting to eat away at Fluttershy.

Each time she met her friend, it felt like she ignored the situation. Fluttershy spent some time with Tree Hugger, but the truth was it was nothing like being with Pinkie Pie. Nearly two weeks after the most sexually exciting time Fluttershy had ever had, she walked into Sugarcube Corner to see Mrs. Cake waiting for her.

"Thank goodness! I can't bear to see her like this." Cup Cake rushed over towards Fluttershy. "I don't know what you did last time, but Pinkie seemed back to her old self." She stole a quick glance towards the kitchen. "I think she might need—need it again."

Fluttershy blinked rapidly, and couldn't stop Cup Cake from urging her along. "Oh. Um. 'It'?" She was almost through the door into the kitchen.

"You know, it! Please do your thing for her. I can't stand to see her like this." Shoving Fluttershy all the way through the door, Cup slipped a bag of baked goods into Fluttershy's saddlebags.

Turning to see who it was entering the kitchen (expecting it to be Cup Cake), Pinkie barely acknowledged Fluttershy, and turned back to kneading bread dough. It took her nearly four seconds to realize it wasn't Cup Cake, and turn back. "Fluttershy?"

Able to clearly see Pinkie Pie's problem—Mr. Humpy was quite rampant under the table—Fluttershy blushed a little. Her imagination ran quickly, carrying her away to a scene of Pinkie Pie stalking over and mounting her.

Fluttershy moaned and leaned back as Pinkie claimed her. She whimpered and wept for joy as Mr. Humpy found his home deep inside her body.

"Fluttershy, are you alright?" Waving a hoof before her daydreaming friend's face, Pinkie Pie watched as Fluttershy's eyes regained focus, and a bright red blush filled her cheeks.

"PINKIE!" Fluttershy's wings flew up. Traces of the daydream still in her thoughts, she shook her head to try to clear it. "S-S-Sorry, I was just distracted by—by something." She looked around for an excuse, but in the end she just let out her breath in a rush and let her mane fall across half her face.

"Where is Mrs. Cake?" Pinkie looked into Fluttershy's eyes, and although she didn't see The Stare's intensity coming from them, she felt a tremble of need.

"She told me you needed to visit again." Keeping her mind firmly away from Mr. Humpy, Fluttershy reached a hoof up to brush Pinkie's cheek. The gesture shocked her almost as much as it apparently shocked Pinkie Pie. "Is there somewhere here I can help you, or would it be better if we go back to my house?"

Pinkie screwed up her face, fighting off the feelings that boiled inside. With her eyes squeezed tightly closed, she barely managed to make a noise. "B-Basement." Fluttershy's wing curled around her withers, and Pinkie Pie couldn't resist the pull of her gentle friend. "What are—"

Her love for her friend was enough incentive for Fluttershy to cut in on Pinkie Pie. "Your basement, you need to put your promise in a box for a little while." Fluttershy led the way down, Pinkie Pie quiet at her side.

In the special basement where Pinkie Pie normally planned her parties, the big board showed two birthday parties for the following day. "I-I have some parties to plan f—" She was silenced by a yellow hoof on the end of her snout, and Pinkie went cross-eyed staring at it.

"Don't say anything until after." Fluttershy guided Pinkie to the middle of the room and gestured to where Pinkie Pie was standing. "Lay down, and try to relax."

Pinkie Pie realized that relaxation would be impossible. Between the unwanted arousal and anticipation of being hypnotized again, she had no hope of really being calm. Regardless, she closed her eyes and sat as still as she could.

Leaning forward, Fluttershy carefully blew on Pinkie Pie's ear. "Do you feel that?"

Nodding, Pinkie Pie felt the blowing on her ear again and tried not to giggle at how ticklish it was.

"That is the power of my voice. Feel as it blows over you, each word like a velvet rope that tightens around your body." Fluttershy used her wings to help give little gusts of wind, and each place that the wind touched twitched for a moment, and then went still. "You are almost fully relaxed, is there somewhere my breath hasn't touched yet?"

Pinkie's mind was floating in a happy place. Hypnosis was something that she knew made Fluttershy happy, so it was something her promise allowed for. Slowly, she poked her tongue out, and flicked her tail; every other part of her body was impossible to move. A gentle caress of breath came at one of Pinkie Pie's ears, but she couldn't twitch it.

"Good girl." Fluttershy whispered the words into her friend's ear, and smiled when it didn't so much as flick. Walking around behind Pinkie, she leaned over her Pinkie Pie's rump and blew down her croup and onto her tail. "There. You feel your dock relaxing until you can't move it at all, don't you?"

"Y-Yes." It was the first time Pinkie Pie had spoken while being inducted. It felt naughty and good at the same time. "Mr. Humpy wants you…" The words had slipped out, but nothing Pinkie could do would bring them back, and she couldn't exactly move.

"Does he?" Walking around Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy used her wings to deliver little "breaths" of air, reinforcing the movement restriction. She wound up standing in front of Pinkie Pie, and leaned forward so their snouts were almost touching. "Open your eyes."

Pinkie Pie was relieved that Fluttershy hadn't spoken more about what Mr. Humpy wanted, at least, before they were done making the box. She opened her eyes eagerly, and fell into forever. Fluttershy's eyes were wrapped in rigid steel, but Pinkie slid right past it without the chill touch. She dove into the pools of eternity and let herself float in the perfection of The Stare.

Fluttershy almost pulled back. She had never had anypony just let go and go so deep into The Stare before. "You will make me a box."

The mental process of making the box was automatic now, and Pinkie Pie eagerly willed it into being inside her head. It was a pretty box; there were ribbons, a big timer, and a heavy lid on it. "I have done that."

"Good girl." Fluttershy kissed Pinkie's nose gently. "You know what goes in the box."

"My promise." Pinkie was quick to work—eager. She put her special promise in the box to keep it safe while she got to be a little less Pinkie Pie.

"Good girl." When Fluttershy spoke the words a second time, she watched Pinkie Pie's face light up with the brightest smile she had seen in months. "Put your promise in the box, and seal it up. The timer will read twenty-four hours, and the ribbons will always be in your hooves."

"It's closed." Perfect stillness settled on Pinkie Pie. "But…"

"Tell me." Fluttershy brooked no evasion in her voice. "Tell me what else you want. This is your special day."

"I want to be able to be on you. I want to be inside you. I want—I want you." Pinkie Pie was deep in trance, but even so it had taken a command from Fluttershy to coax the desire from her throat.

Fluttershy almost blinked. She almost broke the hypnosis and The Stare both. Trying to steady her breathing, her mind raced for a moment, until she remembered how deep in The Stare Pinkie Pie was. She gazed, and could see all the things that might hold Pinkie Pie back from her desires. It never entered Fluttershy's mind for a second that she herself would object; Pinkie Pie was her friend.

"Open the box back up, there are more things to go inside." Fluttershy kept the target in sight. She held the image of what Pinkie Pie would need to be to do what she wanted. "All of Pinkie Pie needs to go in the box. But it has to be a special way. There is a core part of yourself. It holds your memories, your mind, and everything important, but there is another part, the wrapping that affects how everything looks, tastes, feels. You need to put that outer part into the box. Can you do that?"

The words seemed to fit into Pinkie's perception of herself. Pinkie Pie and the promise were part of that outer layer, a filter she wore that made the world appear how Pinkie Pie wanted it to. If not for The Stare, she could never have have taken that filter off. She slipped it from her, folded it, and put it in the box. "It's safe in there?"

The raw emotion, fear mostly, that tinted Pinkie Pie's voice almost caused Fluttershy to stop the hypnosis. She held on with the promise that this was something Pinkie Pie wanted. "Of course it is. Nothing can hurt it in there, and you will be able to pull it out at a moment's notice. The ribbons are yours."

"I did it." Pinkamena felt incredible. She had sealed away all that made her Pinkie Pie, sealed it away and kissed the box lovingly. "It's safe, but what do I do now?"

Fluttershy could hear an edge of sadness to Pinkamena's voice. She leaned down and—keeping their eyes locked still—kissed her nose. "Now in a few moments you will blink, and you will be aware of three very important things."

Pinkamena ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation. "What are they?"

"The first important thing is that you can pull those ribbons and you will have Pinkie Pie on you again, and you will have her promise, too." Fluttershy could still see what her friend wanted, and it frightened as much as aroused her. She fought hard to keep her voice even. "The second is you will be able to see the timer, always, and when it reaches zero the box will open, and you will have Pinkie Pie and her promise again."

Pinkamena could smile at that, she liked being Pinkie Pie. "And?"

Fluttershy's throat almost went dry. She could see Pinkamena's desires as plain as day, and she was so enraptured by the idea such that she couldn't deny that she wanted it too. "The third is that I will be your special pet. I will be yours, until Pinkie Pie is back."

Eyes widening, Pinkamena would have trembled and shook if she could. It felt almost like an orgasm to hear Fluttershy say the words, the dream. "Y-Y-Yes…" And then Fluttershy blinked her eyes, and Pinkamena couldn't help doing the same.

"I-I still can't move." Pinkamena was aware, awake, and she turned her eyes to look at Fluttershy. "Pet, tell me I can move right now."

"You can move!" Fluttershy's eyes were wide as saucers. The dominance in Pinkamena's voice poured over her like warm honey, and as it bathed her fur she knew that she had put herself into this position willingly, excitedly. "Sorry, Mistress."

Pinkamena stood up like a cat. She was lithe, languid power. She stalked closer to Fluttershy. "Twenty-four hours?" She walked around Fluttershy, sniffing, inspecting. She adored what she saw. "We are going to have so much fun. I am going to fuck you, Fluttershy."

The rudest of words shocked Fluttershy, and her ears folded back. To her shock, however, her betraying tail instead cocked to the side. Pinkamena was behind her, and to her shock she felt a kiss under her tail, landing in the small gap between her anus and her vulva. A shiver of submissive delight ran up Fluttershy's back, and she heard herself make a happy, cooing noise.

Licking her lips, Pinkamena contemplated kissing Fluttershy again, but instead she licked her. Starting at the base of Fluttershy's slit, she trailed her tongue along the cleft and didn't stop until the slightly acrid tang of sweat around Fluttershy's tail-hole spiced her tongue. The reaction was everything Pinkamena wanted. Her pet squealed and stumbled forward.

Fluttershy couldn't believe what was happening. She had let Pinkamena live her greatest fantasy, and the strangest thing was Fluttershy couldn't stop thinking about how it was her own, too. She froze in place when another lick came. Biting her lower lip, Fluttershy tried not to squeal this time, and braced all four legs so she wouldn't run.

"Lean backwards. Offer yourself to me." Pinkamena had nothing but confidence in her voice. She commanded, and her pet would obey. As she watched, Fluttershy slowly lowered her forelegs down, and pushed her rump up higher. "Good girl." Focusing only on Fluttershy's anus, now, Pinkamena licked and lapped. The spice soon turned to only the taste of saliva, and Pinkamena considered her pet well ready.

The licking of her plump and pronounced tail-hole stopped, and just when Fluttershy turned her head to see what had happened, she got a bump on the nose from Pinkamena's penis. Mr. Humpy was a good size, and it was obvious what her mistress wanted. Shifting her weight back a little, Fluttershy lifted her head far enough that she could wrap her lips around the pink, mottled member.

For Pinkamena it was a pure sign of her dominance. Fluttershy had taken her shaft and was felating it without so much as a word. "Good girl, get it deep. More saliva means it goes in easier." Naughty things that Pinkie Pie had heard were now useful, when before they would be ignored. She knew a stallion well bathed in saliva could be worked painlessly into an anus.

Fluttershy nearly gagged when Pinkamena stepped forward, and she found her muzzle pressing down into her mistress' belly fur. Practically kissing the spot where Pinkamena's shaft met her body, Fluttershy ran her tongue over the hefty length, suckling on it like a teat. Nothing else mattered than what she had been commanded, and it suited Fluttershy.

Suddenly, the shaft was pulled from her mouth, and Fluttershy could only whimper needily. She blinked up, and saw Pinkamena's straight tail float past the side of her head as her mistress got behind her. Once more bracing herself, Fluttershy closed her eyes in anticipation.

For the first time in her life, Pinkamena stepped over a mare. Power and control radiated from her very being, and she leaned forward until the tip of her shaft kissed Fluttershy's soft vulva. "Lower yourself, Pet."

The command was so clear, and so strange, that Fluttershy followed it without thinking. She was lining herself up for her mistress, and she knew that at any second she would be claimed. Her heart beat a rapid staccato in her chest, and Fluttershy opened her mouth to beg, but the words—and even thoughts—fled when the hefty shaft kissed her puckered tail-hole. She was a mare, and Pinkamena was her stallion.

"Gooooooood…" Pinkamena groaned as she leaned forward. Sure enough, Fluttershy's tight rear spread around Pinkamena's shaft, and welcomed the saliva-slicked length inside. Her body was already working up to the main event, and a small flow of her own lubricant spilled into Fluttershy. Bracing, taking a step forward, Pinkamena claimed her pet in the most real way she could.

Fluttershy moaned aloud when Pinkamena's shaft slid smoothly down, deep into her. When her mistress' belly pressed firmly to her croup and plot, her voice died to a guttural groan.

Pinkamena knew roughly what was coming, but her mind had never felt the rush of need her body suddenly flooded her with, causing her to lose control. Her hips jerked backwards and then shoved into Fluttershy again. The sensation of her long shaft sliding inside her pet's clutching depths was pure bliss, and willingly she let her body take over. "Mine!"

Making soft groans, Fluttershy closed her eyes as her rear seemed to catch fire with friction. It didn't hurt, not with the submissive pleasure rushing through her at the merest thought of what she was doing. Pinkamena kept yelling at her, kept telling Fluttershy who she belonged to. The words changed, and she heard commands. Clenching down, bracing her legs, pushing back; she tried to do as she was told.

As each command was followed, Pinkamena felt herself grow nearer to release. A sense of purpose clamped down on her orgasm, however, when she suddenly needed something special from Fluttershy. "Cum."

Confused at the command, Fluttershy let out a questioning whimper.

"You will cum just from me fucking your ass, Pet." Realizing that her command would be impossible without more training, Pinkamena leaned into Fluttershy more, and curled her foreleg up and under the mare's belly.

When her mistress' hoof started to rub along her slit, Fluttershy's eyes crossed. It was too much for her to take, when combined with the ass pounding, and wrapped in a glorious fantasy, Fluttershy started to tremble happily.

Pinkamena had heard stallions talk about girl orgasms, and how they were meant to be explosive and messy. But she could feel Fluttershy shaking into an orgasm, could even feel her body clenching down again and again, but it seemed more a long, drawn-out sigh than a rush. But it was enough for Pinkamena. She had pushed her pet to orgasm, and when she thrust into her next her own body tightened.

Riding rolling waves of bliss, Fluttershy wasn't ready for the flaring shaft, nor the hot rush of fluid deep in her rear. She squeezed her eyes closed as more and more of Pinkamena's heat filled her, flooding her body and making it her own. While Fluttershy had masturbated before, it had never been like this. She was stuffed full of her mistress' shaft, and as the rush of heat inside stopped growing, she felt Pinkamena's hoof begin its stroking again.

"Mine." Pinkamena let her straight, pink mane flow down over Fluttershy's own. She owned Fluttershy in all senses of the word, and that meant she could keep stroking her until her pet climaxed again and again. "Mine."

Author's Note

Pinkamena rolled languidly to her side, revealing her hard shaft. "What? Nopony has any questions? You can ask me anything, you know." As Pinkamena spoke, Fluttershy crawled up to her, and with loving care, began to lap at the member. "Good girl."

So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and ~~I~~ they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, ~~I~~ they will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! ~~I~~ They will pick one question per chapter.

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