Fluttershy couldn't believe what had happened, or how good it felt. Pinkamena was still on top of her, still inside her, and the dominant side of Pinkie Pie was still stroking Fluttershy's vulva with a hoof. It was everything she had ever dreamed dominant sex to be, and a lot more.

The wash of pleasure slowly rose up again, and peaked. Fluttershy moaned happily, not wanting anything but the mare on top of her to keep going. Her mind squirmed like she wished her body could, but still Pinkamena didn't stop. "P-P-Pinkie?"

Pinkamena knew the name, and knew that it referred to part of herself. "Not back yet, but I can ease up if you want it?" She slowed her stroking, and heard a soft whine from Fluttershy. "Or not."

When the stroking sped back up, Fluttershy smiled a little wider. "Th-Thank you." She couldn't have asked Pinkamena to stroke her faster again, but her mistress knew what she wanted, and gave it to her. Another orgasm came, washing through Fluttershy like a gentle wave, and left again. She ignored time, ignored everything but the feelings coursing through her.

"You can tell me to stop when you want to." Pinkamena nuzzled at Fluttershy's ear, and gave it a little nibble. She heard not a peep from her pet, except happy sounds of pleasure, so decided to keep up her steady rhythm upon her sensitive folds.

Pinkamena felt Fluttershy's orgasms come and go. She did nothing different during them, letting the mare ride out the pleasure as she wished. It was invigorating entirely because Pinkamena was in complete control, and it helped that she was still deep in the mare's rear. The little shudders between orgasms weakened, and finally stopped. Then Pinkamena heard a snore.

Fluttershy's dreams, when they came, were light and wonderful. She was taking care of her little (for some uses of the word) furry friends, and when she was all done she trotted inside. Pinkamena was in her house, of course, and it filled her with warmth just having her owner there.

But dreams only last so long as the dreamer sleeps, and Fluttershy—though having spent herself in both metaphysical and directly physical efforts—wasn't tired enough to sleep the day away. Yawning, she woke in the warmth of a bed, snuggled and safe under the covers.

Trailing a hoof up her body, Fluttershy felt the odd thing at her neck: a collar. Fluttershy's eyes widened, and though the dream was losing its grip on her mind, she was starting to remember the situation she had been in before passing out. "P-P-Pinkie?"

The room was empty, but Fluttershy could hear sounds from the bathroom. Slipping out from between the covers, she made her way to the bathroom and looked inside. Pinkamena—obviously her by her mane and tail—was in the bath, splashing away and cleaning herself off. "H-Hello? Pinkamena?"

Turning, Pinkamena let her wet mane hang over the side of her face. She felt hungry, and desire grew the longer she looked at Fluttershy. "Did you rest well?" Without a pause, Pinkamena climbed from the tub and began to dry herself off.

"I-I can help with that." Fluttershy practically jumped forward, every movement making her aware of the collar's weight. Plucking a towel off the rail, she began to help dry off Pinkamena, while keeping quiet.

"Did you have fun?" Pinkamena lifted a brush up and started working on her mane. The long hair was smooth and responded well to the attention.

As the dream had faded, so Fluttershy's memories of literally making Pinkie Pie into her mistress came back. She remembered how it felt to be pinned, screwed, and played with. The sex was nice, but what had the most meaning to her was how she was treated. "I did, Mistress."

Pinkamena's head turned to look at Fluttershy. She traced every visible line with her eyes, and watched as her pet blushed. "We need to talk." She flicked her tail and passed the brush back to Fluttershy. "This is—this is very freeing. Being able to act how I want is refreshing, but I think I still like being Pinkie Pie." She almost purred when Fluttershy started brushing her tail. "You want to do this again?"

Fluttershy could hear the slight worry in Pinkamena's voice, and immediately disliked hearing it. What was worse, she knew it was because of her. "Please." Fluttershy had to stop brushing. She trembled at the thought of what had happened, and the possibility of it happening again. Suddenly, she was wrapped in a tight hug.

Tears poured from Fluttershy's eyes, and she wrapped her forelegs and wings around Pinkamena. She squeaked when Pinkamena lifted her up, and clung to her more as Fluttershy was carried back into the bedroom.

Depositing Fluttershy onto the bed, Pinkamena had no choice but to follow her. She let out a delighted giggle as she snuggled up with Fluttershy. "Was that a 'Please, yes' or a 'Please no'?"

"Yes. Please, please, yes." Fluttershy's tears soaked into Pinkamena's fur as quickly as her eyes made them. One hoof let go of Pinkamena to reach up to her neck.

"My pet needed a collar. After I cleaned you up, I thought you should wear—" Pinkamena's words were silenced by a kiss. She smiled into the touch of Fluttershy's lips, and closed her eyes to focus on the caress.

Fluttershy had been surprised she had acted so quickly, but as Pinkamena tightened her grip, it became very much the right thing. She clung to her Mistress, even opened her mouth to let Pinkamena thrust her tongue into her mouth. The dominance was very much present, and Fluttershy knew she was hooked on it.

Pinkamena tasted Fluttershy's mouth, let her own tongue bathe in her partner's saliva, and poked around within before shoving down on Fluttershy's tongue. Opening her eyes, Pinkamena saw the shocked expression on Fluttershy, and watched it turn into more submission.

Breaking the kiss, Pinkamena pulled Fluttershy's back-end towards her, making sure her pet could feel how hard she was. "You make me want to do things, pet." She rocked her hips forward, pressing the shaft between their bellies. "And I am going to do them all to you, if you tell me you want them."

Staring at Pinkamena in shock, Fluttershy hadn't expected her Mistress to be so aggressively ready for more. She melted, unable to say a word, and gave a soft whine. The hardness against her soft belly made Fluttershy tingle inside, she couldn't believe how much she needed it to be inside her again.

Pinkamena rolled Fluttershy onto her back, and moved with her so that Fluttershy was underneath Pinkamena's belly. She looked to Fluttershy's throat, and the sight of the collar made her body ache to prove her control. Shifting her hips, Pinkamena slid down Fluttershy's body, and with a hoof to guide herself, she lined her flared tip with her pet's folds. "Impale yourself."

Fluttershy blinked at the command. She could feel the hard thing at her entrance, and wanted it inside, but Pinkamena had simply told her to shove down onto it, and that made her ache to do it. "Y-Yes, Mistress." Pinkamena's limbs were like iron rods, and her body more than strong enough for Fluttershy to curl her wings around her Mistress.

"Mine." As Pinkamena said the word, Fluttershy used her forelegs to push herself down. The tight grip of Fluttershy's lower lips, and then her vagina, squeezed at Pinkamena's hefty shaft, but there was enough natural lubricant to make the tight fit work.

"Yours!" Fluttershy flapped her wings as Pinkamena gave up the pretense of giving her pet control, and shoved into Fluttershy. She felt full beyond belief. She felt like Pinkamena was shoving her whole body in. Fluttershy felt amazing. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and with the softest voice ever gave voice to her delight. "Yay!"

Pinkamena pulled back, watching Fluttershy's expression change from bliss to shock. When she was almost completely out of Fluttershy, Pinkamena shoved forward again. Each stroke took its toll on her pet, and soon Pinkamena listened as the pleasure-soaked Fluttershy made little gasping sounds. "Mine." As soon as she growled the word out between strokes, Pinkamena watched Fluttershy's ears perk forward sharply. "Mine." She repeated the statement every few thrusts.

There was too much input for Fluttershy to function. She screwed her eyes closed, and focused on the feeling of Pinkamena inside her, as well as the mantra her Mistress kept using. A single word had never meant so much to Fluttershy before, but every time Pinkamena said it, it echoed in Fluttershy's head for the following thrusts.

Her end was nearing, or so Pinkamena could feel, and as the swell of pleasure grew more and more, she kept saying the word. She said it until she believed it in her heart, but was caught off-guard suddenly by Fluttershy's wings wrapping around her. She watched as Fluttershy writhed under her. She pulled back, and felt her pet's iron grip on her shaft.

Pinkamena could barely manage to push forward again, to sink her shaft into Fluttershy far enough that their groins met, before her own climax stole the world away. "MINE!" Growling the word through clenched teeth, Pinkamena held Fluttershy close.

Heat blossomed deep inside Fluttershy. She didn't really follow what her Mistress was doing too well—in the midst of her own climax—but that heat was something she suddenly adored. Tilting her head down, she pressed her snout to Pinkamena's neck and inhaled deeply. Rich smells of baking, of the shampoo Pinkie used, and of her owner; flooded into Fluttershy's olfactory sense. She was overwhelmed, her brain connecting the dots and latching the smell, the feeling, and the voice of Pinkamena together into a cohesive whole.

The release was everything Pinkamena wanted. Fluttershy was hers, there was no doubt about it, and now she was marked to her core by Pinkamena. Drawing back a little, she slowly rocked her hips further, fighting the urge to just collapse.

Each little shove called a squeal from Fluttershy that delighted Pinkamena. She felt Fluttershy's snout at her neck, and practically loomed over her. Each little thrust was a nightmare to maintain, but she wanted Fluttershy to remember the control that it took.

Fluttershy was lost to a rolling sea of orgasms. As one swelled over her and faded, another rushed in to take its place. Her Mistress was playing her body like an instrument, and it drove Fluttershy's submissive side wild.

Pinkamena hadn't known the tingling energy of climax much, not with Pinkie Pie in control, but she was learning what it felt like moments before her body was about to let go. A tickle of lightning seemed to wrap around her scrotum, flooding upwards, into her body. Pinkamena drew back from Fluttershy as far as was possible without coming free of her, then shoved down.

As Pinkamena thudded against her pet, filling her utterly, she unloaded for a second time. The pleasure gathering in her prostate exploded, rushing down her shaft like a rainboom, and emptying into Fluttershy. The raw need of the moment overtook Pinkamena's senses, and she clutched Fluttershy to her belly, ensuring everything within her shaft made the full journey into Fluttershy's body.

The waves of orgasms continued even past when Pinkamena had stopped. Fluttershy let all the worries of the world slide away, and focused everything on her body. When her Mistress didn't continue, Fluttershy finally opened her eyes and stared at Pinkamena. She didn't feel worth her Mistress' care. Fluttershy couldn't think of a single reason why Pinkamena would want her, but she did. It was a mystery, and a wonder.

Time passed, and though she felt full beyond bursting, Fluttershy didn't utter a word to speed up the moment. She knew that Pinkamena would have to climb off her eventually, and would pull Pinkie Pie back into the fore, but until then Fluttershy was happy.

"You're a good filly, my pet." Pinkamena finally found her voice, and used it to praise Fluttershy as much as she could. "You took all of me, and you sang beautifully. I regret having to bring back Pinkie Pie, but she is who I am as well. I won't neglect her."

The reality of the situation poured into Fluttershy, much as Pinkamena had. "She is my friend." A single word was so inadequate a description of Fluttershy's feelings for Pinkie. "But I love being your pet." To her delight, Pinkamena gave a little shove of her hips when Fluttershy admitted to her desires.

Pinkamena nuzzled back at Fluttershy, pressing her snout to her pet's neck (as Fluttershy had done to her), and she let her sense of smell join all the scents of Fluttershy together into something she could imprint with. "A week." She tasted the idea. "Yes, one week. Would that suit you?"

Fluttershy blinked rapidly, not following. "W-What do you mean?"

"I mean, Pinkie Pie can have the days of the week, and I will have you for weekends." Pinkamena held back from proving her control further. "Subject to change as needed. Can't be helping on a friendship emergency while I dominate you, can I?"

Wordless with shock, Fluttershy stared up at Pinkamena. All she could do was nod her head and accept what her Mistress was telling her.

"And now to bring Pinkie Pie back. She will be a little scared, I think. She knows everything I know, but her take on things will be different." Pinkamena closed her eyes. "Tell me you want this again, Pinkie and I both need to hear it."

Struggling against her dumbness, Fluttershy finally managed to open her mouth. "I want you, Mistress!" She stared as Pinkamena's possessive look dropped, and Pinkie Pie's mane suddenly fuzzed up and was back to normal. "P-P-Pinkie?"

Pinkie Pie felt herself again. Pinkamena was tucked away, and it was just the fun-loving mare again. Slowly becoming aware of her situation, Pinkie Pie squealed in shock and jumped off Fluttershy. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The feel of Pinkie pulling out of her was so sudden that Fluttershy winced at the loss. She watched as a pink rush left, racing for the bathroom. "Pinkie Pie, wait!" Fluttershy rolled from the unfamiliar bed and tried to give chase. Each step reminded her how full she was with Pinkamena's issue, and she was halfway to the bathroom when she felt the first trickle of it start to slide down one leg. Clamping her tail down, Fluttershy raced into the bathroom and into the tub with Pinkie Pie.

Scrabbling in the bath, Pinkie Pie struggled to get back from Fluttershy. Mr. Humpy was slowly going down, but he was so messy that Pinkie Pie was stunned by it. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I really—" Soft forelegs and softer wings wrapped Pinkie up.

"You didn't hurt me, and neither did Pinkamena." Fluttershy clung to her friend, hugging her close as the bath drained as fast as it filled. The action suited Fluttershy, who could feel her body expelling excess fluids; fluids Pinkamena had spent a lot of effort putting into her.

Pinkie shook, and wrapped her own forelegs around Fluttershy, returning the hug. The flow of support was a complete reversal from what had happened earlier, and it was everything Pinkie Pie could do to keep from sobbing. Memories of doing things to Fluttershy seemed burned in her mind, things that she could never have done.

"It wasn't you. It wasn't your promise." Fluttershy began a mantra of words to reassure Pinkie Pie. She held her friend until her shaking stopped, and held her some more besides. "I wouldn't have given you the command to do that if I didn't want to do it too. I looked inside you, with The Stare, and I saw what that part of you wanted."

"What Mr. Humpy wants, you mean." Double hugged (wings and forelegs), Pinkie Pie slowly started to return to her right mind. As she ran through the memories, she recognized each point where her alter ego had given Fluttershy the chance to be done with it. "I would never do that to you!"

"I know, Pinkie." Kissing her friend on the cheek, Fluttershy saw surprise and love touch Pinkie's features, stealing her friend back from the dark place she had been moments before. "That wasn't you, it was somepony you could have been. She is a strong mare, as strong as you. I should be the one apologizing."

Pinkie Pie giggled. "Don't be silly. I asked you to hypnotize me again." She had to fight her promise a little, but Pinkie Pie rationalized her next words with the idea that they were just words. "And I did want that."

" 'Did,' or 'do'?" Fluttershy eased her grip a little, but found Pinkie Pie eagerly maintaining the closeness.

"You're making this hard, but that might be good. I do want it. But first I just want to be Pinkie Pie." Pinkie Pie never expected the kiss from Fluttershy. She was surprised by how gentle it was, given the speed it had come, and she could feel that it was nothing like how Pinkamena had been kissed. Deciding that kisses might be something close friends could do, Pinkie Pie giggled against Fluttershy's mouth, and relaxed.

Pinkie Pie couldn't get away from the memories of what had happened, but Fluttershy had explained it to her in a way that let her shove everything Pinkamena did somewhere very safe. As she kissed her super-duper-friend, Pinkie carefully put Pinkamena's memories in the box, and with a careful hold of the ribbons, sealed it.

Sighing in contentment, Pinkie Pie's thoughts quickly ran to baking, planning the next party, but still included snuggling with Fluttershy. After all, snuggling made Fluttershy happy.

Author's Note

Fluttershy: It must be hard having fangs while sucking 'Mr. Humpy'? Are you worried you might injure Pinkie? On a related note, why didn't you tell Twilight about this? She would have fixed it I'm sure.

Fluttershy just stared in shock, half hiding her face behind a pink curtain of mane. After shaking for a few moments, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "My fangs don't get in the way any more than my other teeth. If you don't close your mouth too much, there isn't a problem. I-I hope there isn't a problem." Like a reflex, Fluttershy turned her head to the side, her mane obscuring a casual probing of her fangs with her tongue. "I didn't think to tell Twilight. Besides, it isn't really a—really a problem... eeep!"

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