Chapters Pinkie Pie was in the middle of the kitchen. Sugarcube Corner was a good chunk of her life, as was the wonderful family—the Cakes—who she worked for. And now she was going to be part of Mrs. Cake's life a little more.
Mrs. Cake was half covered in flour, but the smell coming from her was as unique as it was distinct; she was in estrus. "P-Pinkie Pie! Please screw me!"
Unsure when she had started being able to sniff out when the mares around her were fertile, Pinkie had steadily been driven crazy by it. Not that the mares usually showed any difference in behavior, but Pinkie did.
Pinkie climbed up on Mrs. Cake's back, lined up her throbbing, rock-hard penis, and—
"Pinkie Pie!" Mrs. Cake had shouted to get Pinkie's attention several times, but she could finally see the mare snap out of her daze. "Pinkie-dear, are you alright?" She plucked up a recently baked cupcake and offered it to Pinkie.
Her heart racing, Pinkie Pie had a moment when reality wasn't back in the right place, and she thought only of mounting Cup Cake and breeding her. There was no hint of any "estrus smell," nor was Mrs. Cake begging to be mounted. One moment led to the next, and Pinkie's Pinkieness reasserted itself and she laughed. "Sorry about that, I guess I need more sleep!" Plucking up the offered cupcake, Pinkie devoured it in one bite.
Cup Cake paused as something caught her eye. She knew full well that Pinkie Pie wasn't quite like other mares, but what she had hanging between her back legs was usually noponies' business, unless it was as prominent as it was right now. "P-Pinkie? Why don't you have a b-break? I think you might need—need some time to work out some f-feelings."
Blinking in surprise, Pinkie took a step toward the stove, and felt something brush her leg. Pinkie Pie didn't often blush, but knowing the mare she had just been fantasizing about had caught her with an erection was a very un-Pinkie thing to have happen. "SorryMrs.Cake. I'llberightback!"
Rushing for the stairs to her room, Pinkie left behind a pink, cloud outline of herself in the kitchen—complete with her dong hanging under it, not that she saw that. In her room she slammed the door closed and put her back to it. "Now, what did I tell you about saying, 'Hello' during the day, Mr. Humpy?" She waggled a hoof at her penis, but even leaning so much on her Pinkieness was wearing thin. She wanted to get off. She needed to get off. Pinkie Pie, however, was not the sort of pony that got off.
With a further glare at her penis, Pinkie Pie dropped to all fours and stalked into the bathroom. "I didn't want it to come to this, Mr. Humpy, but you asked for it." In her cramped en suite, Pinkie Pie turned only one bath tap on, dropped the plug in, and climbed into the tub. "One last chance. Do you surrender?"
Alone, Pinkie had another flash of imagination, and her penis jumped at the thought of shoving deep into Mrs. Cake's soft depths. Pinkie Pie shook her head. "No! Bad Mr. Humpy!" With great determination, she dropped her body into the water. The chill of moving, cold water embraced Mr. Humpy, and it did him no favors. "Why won't you just behave?"
Laying in the tub, Pinkie let the cold water flow higher and higher, until most of her was submerged. Mr. Humpy returned to being his normal, deflated self, and Pinkie reached out of the tub to stop the water pouring in. Smiling widely, Pinkie Pie shook her head and pronked out of the bath, landing on the floor with her mane and tail extra fluffy and wild. "I better get back to work!"
Drying as quickly as she could, which for Pinkie Pie meant shaking a lot, she pronked from the bathroom. Down the stairs and into the kitchen, Pinkie Pie smiled brightly now that everything was right with the world again.
"Thank Celestia you're back, Pinkie! We just got an order from Cheerilee for a dozen school lunches!" Working on a big batch of cookie dough, Mrs. Cake almost melted with relief at seeing Pinkie Pie back in the kitchen. "Could you start on…"
The basement was exceedingly well lit, although it was all electric lighting. Pinkie Pie looked around, acutely aware of how many flammable and possibly explosive things were part of her party-planing gear.
She turned to the Big Board. From nowhere, she pulled a wheelchair and began rolling herself along while sitting in it—it just seemed right to her. "You see, if we all retreat into mineshafts, we can—" Pinkie shook her head and jumped out of the squeaky wheelchair. "Mein Gummy! I can walk!"
Gummy stared up at his owner, as he sat on a nearby barrel of confetti gunpowder. Slowly, he licked his tongue out and up over his left eye, then back down and into his mouth.
"Three whole days, Gummy. What am I going to do?" Pinkie Pie stared up at the Big Board. Dates flowed from the start of the year, past today's date, and all the way to the end. Every day had at least one name on it. Every date, except for the three next days. "No party for three days. This is the worst time of year ever!"
Pinkie Pie looked up at the Big Board, hoping it would change. Nearly an hour later, she finally gave up. "Well, Gummy, we will just have to work out other kinds of parties to throw." Turning the lights off, Pinkie left the room illuminated only in the menacing glow of the Big Board, and retired upstairs to her room.
"Goodnight Gummy." Putting Gummy into his terrarium, she climbed into bed, and held her forehooves up only to clop them loudly together. Darkness fell quickly, and Pinkie Pie closed her eyes and snuggled into bed.
Sleep was not far, and soon after that Luna's realm wrapped and plucked Pinkie Pie up into a dream. It started off as one of her favorites. They were fighting against Nightmare Moon, and had just activated the Elements of Harmony (and snacks), when cupcakes and sweets started raining down around everypony.
Nightmare Moon, terrified of what the six ponies would do to her, blinked as a cupcake bounced off her nose. "What is this?!" Her fire and anger refueled, Nightmare Moon spread her dread wings and prepared to unleash every evil magic she had at the five ponies before her.
As a weight settled onto Nightmare Moon's back, she realized she hadn't miscounted.
Pinkie Pie shoved herself into the Dark Queen of the Night. She plowed into pillowy, soft depths, and shoved down again and again. Power surged through her, rather than Twilight, and as Nightmare Moon moaned in submissive bliss, Pinkie Pie hit her peak. "The Element of Naughty!"
Pinkie jerked awake in the dim of early morning. She blinked away sleep from her eyes and couldn't stop the happy moan from sneaking past her lips. As soon as the needy sound was free, Pinkie Pie slammed her hooves over her mouth. She was on the edge of orgasm, woken from her dream, and she sat as still as she could.
Mr. Humpy, however, felt the touch of the soft sheets under him, and completely against Pinkie's wishes had her hips hump forward.
Melting into bliss, Pinkie bit down sharply on her pillow to stop moaning, and couldn't stop herself from obeying Mr. Humpy's commands. Her hips bucked, and she could feel a spreading, hot mess under her belly.
Minutes passed as Pinkie tried to recover her wits from the dream-fueled orgasm. She would have cried, but self-pity was even further from Pinkieness than Mr. Humpy was. Lifting up from her bed, Pinkie stared at the mess she had made. A soft whine threatened to bring tears anyway, but Pinkie Pie held them back.
The mess wasn't as large as she feared—most of it was stuck to her belly fur—but it was still disheartening to see. Jumping from her bed, Pinkie walked to her bathroom with purpose in every step. She turned the bath on and climbed in. Warm water started to rise in the tub, and Pinkie Pie worked as fast as she could to get herself clean.
Climbing out, she dried off again, and walked back into her bedroom. There was no such thing as "estrus smell," Pinkie Pie well knew, but the smell in her bedroom was of a wild, horny stallion's musk. Pinkie recoiled a little from the odor, and set about bundling up her bedclothes to be washed.
Bundling all her bedding up—mostly to hide the smell of "stallion" as she carried them through the house—Pinkie Pie headed downstairs and set about getting them washed. She loaded up the machine, dumped a double helping of stain remover in, and turned it on.
Feeling much more Pinkie Pie, she headed into the kitchen and fired up the oven. The big professional oven was magic, literally. She dialed it up and it began heating. Not everypony could afford a magic-fueled oven, but being a business Sugarcube Corner was one place that needed one.
Preparing ingredients, mixing the items just so, Pinkie Pie poured the batter into a tray of cupcake pans. Muffins would be baked later, in great quantity, but Pinkie really wanted a fresh cupcake. Putting the batch into the oven to bake, Pinkie Pie prepared another tray and soon had that in as well.
Walking to the back door of Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie watched the sun rise by Princess Celestia's grace. She was so focused on the wonder that was a new day in Equestria, that she didn't hear the timer going off on her cupcakes.
"Um…" Fluttershy's voice was quieter than the timer, but it was different enough that Pinkie turned to look at her friend. "I think that means you have to take something out of the oven." Fluttershy smiled helpfully, her timid nature present even in the company of just one other pony, and a close friend at that.
"My cupcakes!" Pinkie Pie rushed inside and rescued the baking trays from the fierce, fiery maw that had been about to consume them. The oven was as relentless as it was efficient; if Pinkie left things in it, there would be barely any hint of the disaster within until the door was opened. Fortunately, Fluttershy had saved Pinkie from a fate worse than death: hunger.
Taking a few tentative steps in, Fluttershy peeked into the big kitchen. "Did—Did you save them in time?" She watched as Pinkie Pie carefully set the second tray on the cooling racks beside the first, and then her whole world turned pink.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Pinkie Pie clung to Fluttershy, hugging the softly spoken mare who had grown into being one of her closest friends. She knew Fluttershy would get overwhelmed by the hugging, but she couldn't stop.
The hugging never got too tight for Fluttershy, although it was getting a little awkward. She tried to look at Pinkie Pie's face—peeking around her own curtain of a mane—but her friend had sunk her snout into Fluttershy's neck and didn't seem inclined to move.
Empathy was quite literally part of Fluttershy's main talent, and although it was usually focused completely on animals, she could feel Pinkie Pie's need for a hug. Some few minutes passed, and when Pinkie Pie still hadn't come up for air, Fluttershy tilted her head so that her mouth was at Pinkie's ear. "What's the matter?"
Pinkie Pie shuddered at the soft words. In her head she tried to rationalize some possible way she could tell Fluttershy her problems, but each time she came back to two truths: Fluttershy was too perfect and pure for the truth, and Pinkie didn't want anypony to ever know.
Fluttershy could tell that Pinkie's problem was a big one. She just held her friend, offering the shoulder that was needed, and hugged Pinkie Pie back just as tight as she was hugging. The day started around them, and Fluttershy watched as Mrs. Cake found the cupcakes, and started frosting them with pink, sparkly icing.
At last, Fluttershy felt Pinkie start to pull back, and she could see her friend had been crying. Seeing any creature in physical pain was almost more than Fluttershy could stand, but this was emotional pain, and she wasn't as well versed with that. "Pinkie Pie?"
"S-Sorry Fluttershy. I guess I just needed a super-duper Fluttershy snuggle." Pinkie Pie didn't feel the excitement she normally had, not when she looked at her innocent friend, and felt that Mr. Humpy would soon get interested in her if she kept looking. "I had better frost those—"
"Mrs. Cake already did them, Pinkie." Fluttershy ruffled her wings, and folded her ears down in preparation for what she knew she had to do. Clearing her throat, she remembered what Iron Will had always told her. Under her breath, however, Fluttershy spoke the words she had adjusted Iron Will's to. "When somepony tries to block, show them that they rock."
Fluttershy tilted her head up, and looked in Pinkie's eyes. "Pinkie Pie, would you like to come out and have morning tea with me?"
Pinkie blinked at the invite. She turned to look back at the kitchen, and her desires split in half. Pinkie Pie would do all her work in Sugarcube Corner, and still work out how to smile. Pinkie Pie wouldn't let her friends down by being a sad sack. Pinkie Pie wasn't the pony feeling cut in half. "Mrs.—Mrs. Cake?"
"What's the matter, Pinkie?" Cup Cake finally felt like she could take notice of Pinkie, now her moment seemed to have ended. She considered that Pinkie had been having more and more moments lately, and vowed to give the mare some time off.
Pinkie's voice wobbled a little. "C-Can I go to Fluttershy's house for morning tea?"
"Well of course, dear. Don't you worry about the bakery, we'll keep things under control." Confused at the way Pinkie Pie had asked for the morning off, Mrs. Cake had no qualms about giving it. She looked at Fluttershy, and could see she had picked up the strangeness in Pinkie's behavior. "In fact, why don't you take the whole day and spend it with your friend. I'll pack up these cupcakes for you to take with you!"
Fluttershy reached out first, beating Pinkie Pie to collecting the cupcakes. "Thank you, Mrs. Cake." She took the brightly colored bag, turned, and left Sugarcube Corner. "Come on, Pinkie." Strain built within Fluttershy. Normally she would avoid such confrontation, but there was two things that would make her deal with any fear: when an animal, or a friend, was hurt.
"O-Okay." Pinkie Pie felt her mane flop limply to one side. She waved to Cup Cake and turned to walk with Fluttershy.
"I came into town because I heard that they have my favorite tea in stock, but I can see about that tomorrow." Fluttershy aimed directly for her home, and led the way. She tried to run over what Pinkie Pie's problem was, but no matter what she could think of, it didn't fit. The only time she had ever seen her friend like this was when they had thrown a surprise party for her, and Pinkie had thought all her friends had abandoned her.
Fluttershy kept worrying all the way home, and all the way she was acutely aware that Pinkie Pie simply walked along as if she weren't herself. "Please Pinkie, come inside and we can talk about what has you so—so distracted."
It was a trap, and Pinkie knew it. She argued with herself, trying to come up with a way she could keep her friend happy and get away from the situation. She hadn't Pinkie Promised, but then she didn't like anypony breaking any promise. Putting one hoof forward, she suddenly became aware of Fluttershy's rear end swaying as her friend preceded her into the little house.
Humming a wordless tune, Fluttershy set about preparing some tea, and while it steeped she turned to see Pinkie Pie sitting in Fluttershy's living room, staring at her. Pinkie Pie's cheeks were flush, and Fluttershy could see something else that told her exactly what her friend had been thinking about.
Fluttershy stared for a moment, unused to seeing a pony erection. In a strange way, it was a compliment, and it made her flick her tail and ruffle her wings a little. "W-Would you like milk and sugar?"
Pinkie Pie was completely frozen. She had been watching her friend making tea, studying every swish of Fluttershy's tail as it moved side to side. Each time it swung, Pinkie had been gifted with a closer view to what Mr. Humpy wanted. Just as she was sure Fluttershy was going to have an indiscretion, her friend had turned and stolen the mesmerizing sight from her.
She wanted to run. She wanted to escape. But all Pinkie Pie could do was nod her head and hope her friend wouldn't notice the throbbing, hard erection that was clearly visible under Pinkie Pie.
Thinking about the situation for a moment, Fluttershy turned back around and tilted her eyes to the mirror across the room. She could see Pinkie's face in the silvered glass, and was almost shocked at the hunger tinged with shock that was evident. "Pinkie Pie, do you need a moment?"
Pinkie was barely aware she had even heard her friend speak, and then she struggled to work out what Fluttershy was asking her. She was still looking at her friend's rear, and Pinkie Pie struggled against every physical urge to look away, eventually managing to.
Staring at the floor, Pinkie tried to make the whole world go away, but when silky-soft yellow feathers drifted into her vision, she jerked her head up. Fluttershy was standing right in front of Pinkie.
"I am really quite, um, honored." Fluttershy tried to keep a blush away, but it was a losing battle. "But you look like you need to go and deal with that. You can use my bathroom if you need to?"
Understanding dawned, and Pinkie Pie felt like sunshine poured from Fluttershy and onto her. "Thank you!" Running, scampering, Pinkie made a run for the upstairs bathroom in Fluttershy's house. She turned on the cold water in the bath and dove in after it.
Silence reined in the little house. Pinkie Pie sighed as her erection was quenched in the chill water. Her belly was soaking wet, but the memories of Fluttershy's body, and the fantasies that it had generated, were pushed away.
Pinkie Pie relaxed in the tub, and she couldn't help but smile that her friend had known exactly what she needed.
Having sent Pinkie Pie off to masturbate—or so she thought—Fluttershy put the teapot on the edge of her stove to stay warm. Sitting alone in her house was never a sure thing, and before long she had a pair of bunnies and a mouse keeping her company. At the sound of hoofsteps coming down the stairs from her bathroom, Fluttershy looked up to see the old Pinkie Pie in her friend's face. "Feeling better?"
Looking at Fluttershy, and even just hearing her voice caused Pinkie Pie to twitch. Mr. Humpy didn't even need to be consulted for Pinkie to know she wasn't completely over her problem. "Ugh!"
"Pinkie?" Fluttershy's wings lifted a little, and she rushed over to her friend. "Are you alright? I mean, I know roughly how it should work, but you shouldn't be in pain." Before she thought about it, Fluttershy was in "wildlife nurse" mode, and lifted up Pinkie Pie's left, back leg. Pinkie's penis was at already halfway erect again, and she spotted her friend's swollen balls.
Frozen by the firm handling by Fluttershy, Pinkie couldn't even think, let alone stop her mouth. "I can't understand it. I kept it in cold water. Why is it doing this?"
"I thought you were going to go and rub—" Fluttershy bit down on her words. The topic was too much, but she kept telling herself she had to push on. "You had a cold bath?"
Pinkie Pie could hear puzzlement in her friend's voice. She nodded, folding her ears back.
"How often do you just have a cold bath instead of getting relief?" Letting Pinkie Pie's leg go (already seeing that her friend was fully hard), Fluttershy pointed back up the stairs.
"I don't understand?" Pinkie Pie couldn't follow Fluttershy's words, but she understood the gesture. More cold water, she decided, would definitely help. Striding back up the stairs, she heard Fluttershy's soft steps behind her.
"Pinkie Pie, how often do you masturbate?" Each time Fluttershy needed to be forward, it cost her in another ring of mental tension. She could tell it would take the better part of a week, given how tense she felt, to be relaxed again.
"What?!" Stopping in he tracks, Pinkie felt a shove from behind, and stumbled forward. "I couldn't… I mean I never… I couldn't do that!" Pinkie struggled for the words, unable to believe the conversation she was having.
A month was now Fluttershy's estimate on her recovery time, although she knew she could reduce it if she asked Tree Hugger to visit. Pushing Pinkie Pie towards the bathroom, Fluttershy was determined to do what her friend needed. "You can't or you won't?"
Pushed all the way to the tub, Pinkie climbed in. While she reached for the tap, a wing shot out and slapped her hoof. "Fluttershy, what are—" A tight grip around Mr. Humpy stole Pinkie's words and thought. She blanked as Fluttershy's soft feathers began to stroke up and down her penis.
Just like that silly timber wolf , Fluttershy thought, remembering when she had an agitated timber wolf male at the height of their breeding season. She stroked the hard length under her friend, being careful not to squeeze too hard. Trying to think about trees growing, or clouds in the sky, Fluttershy masturbated Pinkie Pie in her own bathtub.
Mr. Humpy was in full accordance with Pinkie's pleasure shocked mind, that this was a good thing. In no time Pinkie's hips began to rock, and she let out a loud groan before the world exploded. A feeling, almost like Fluttershy's wing was crackling in electricity, jolted through Pinkie. This was nothing like the warm release her wet dreams gave, this was a very real orgasm delivered by somepony else.
Fluttershy watched Pinkie unload into the tub. Spray after spray erupted from her friend's body, and if not for the polished porcelain, would have left quite the mess. Fluttershy slowed her stroking, bringing Pinkie Pie down into the calm that males almost invariably sank into after climax.
Pinkie could see her expression in the bathroom mirror. She looked, out of ten, about a seven and a half in terms of silliness. Lolling her head, she saw the mess in Fluttershy's bathtub, and her brain finally made her aware of what had just happened. It had been the single best, and worst, thing ever.
"There. Now can you think straight?" Fluttershy carefully let go of Pinkie Pie, and reached over her to turn the taps on. Warm water flowed from the spout, washing Pinkie's issue away.
The question seemed odd at first, but Pinkie Pie realized that despite what had just happened, she felt better than she had in days. She nodded, finding herself a little dumb as the implications of what Fluttershy did sank in. Stepping sideways, she exited the tub.
"Why don't you do that yourself?" Fluttershy led with her biggest question. Masturbation, or so Fluttershy thought, was a good way to relieve such pressure.
"I couldn't do that!" Pinkie Pie shook her head. "It just feels wrong."
"That felt wrong?" When Fluttershy saw her friend nod, she blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, Pinkie Pie." She leaned backwards from her friend, but was enveloped in a running-dive Pinkie Pie hug.
"It's not like that. I mean it felt wrong for me. I shouldn't do those kinds of things. I'm Pinkie Pie!" Letting go of her hug, Pinkie checked if Fluttershy was still upset.
"What about when you see a pretty mare?" Fluttershy was relieved she hadn't done something that hurt her friend, but the situation was like a sore on the roof of her mouth: she had to keep poking it.
"Uh, bath?"
"And if you get pent-up after work, and just want to relax?"
"Bath."
"And what about—"
"Bath!" Pinkie Pie realized she had shouted over Fluttershy, but she couldn't help herself. "I just shouldn't do those kinds of things, Fluttershy."
Fluttershy hugged her friend. "Pinkie, let's go and have that tea, and talk." Being yelled at, and spoken over, caused more anxiety to build, but Fluttershy was determined to push past it, and if there was one thing she had learned to do, it was to ignore that terrified voice that kept screaming inside her.
"I'm sorry, Fluttershy." Pinkie Pie's mane was fully wilted now, hanging in mournful curls around her head. She let herself be led, not wanting to yell at Fluttershy again. In silence, she watched Fluttershy bring a cup of hot tea for each of them, and then her friend sat beside her. "What are we going to talk about?"
"You, Pinkie Pie." Leading the way with her drink, Fluttershy took a long sip of the rich, dark tea. "Why don't you work off your stress?" She had to work at not shaking, the combination of calmness and the topic was yet more stress.
"It…" Pinkie trailed off. She didn't want to disappoint Fluttershy, and had to carefully pick her words. "I don't think it is a very Pinkie Pie thing." As her words brought to mind a particular aspect of her physiology, Pinkie Pie crossed one leg before her, making sure her belly was well hidden.
"What are all the Pinkie Pie things, Pinkie?" Fluttershy felt more relaxed again. If sexuality was not a "Pinkie Pie thing," then the list Fluttershy had asked for was likely to be quite mundane.
"Well, helping everypony feel happy. So parties, and jokes, and even songs. I really like the songs." Pinkie Pie closed her eyes, remembering the last party she had thrown: Filthy Rich's birthday. Her mane fuzzed right back up, and she felt the bubbly, happy side of herself return in full force.
"What about baking? That seems like a Pinkie Pie thing." A twinge of stress came back again, as Fluttershy started leading her friend. "And taking care of Pumpkin and Pound."
"Well of course. It helps Carrot and Cup, and that is a very Pinkie Pie thing!" Pinkie poked her tongue into the cup, suddenly possessed with the urge to touch it to the bottom.
"And yourself. When you get all pent-up, doesn't that feel awkward?"
Pinkie Pie wanted to stay quiet, and wanted to leave, but that would have hurt Fluttershy. With her Pinkieness so recently defined, she couldn't bring herself to leave. "I made a promise. I wished on a rainboom." Pinkie Pie's voice was soft, hard to hear even as close as Fluttershy was. "I didn't want anypony to be sad anymore, so I told myself, 'Pinkamena, you will make everypony happy wherever you go.' "
"Pinkamena?" For a moment Fluttershy was confused, then she remembered hearing the name. "Oh. The name you were called as a filly?"
"Yup!" Pinkie Pie smiled at the memory of the promise. "And from that day, ever since, I have been Pinkie. And Pinkie—"
"Doesn't take care of her own needs above others'." Fluttershy barely managed to cut in on Pinkie, her voice softer, but Pinkie had stopped talking the moment she realized Fluttershy was. "And Pinkie Pie can't take time for herself? Even if it doesn't hurt anypony?" When she looked at Pinkie, she saw a pony who had shut herself down.
Pinkie Pie's mane was wilted again, and her tail too. She stared down into her cup of tea and just shook her head. "Not that. It's not what I promised."
Fluttershy sipped more of her tea, and thought around her friend's problem. Lifting out a cupcake, she passed it to Pinkie Pie, and then sat still. The idea came to her when she was nibbling a bit of her own cupcake. "Would you like to spend a little time without needing to be Pinkie Pie?"
The question caught Pinkie Pie off balance. "What? I don't know what you mean."
"You know about my stare, Pinkie." Fluttershy waited for Pinkie to nod. "I have practiced other things, too. Sometimes I have to take care of an animal that wouldn't get on with the others. I would ease them and let them be something else for a little while."
Sitting in silence, Pinkie thought about what that would mean. "Would I still like cake?"
A good deal of stress within Fluttershy shattered at the question, and the laughter it caused her. Shaking her head, Fluttershy couldn't get words out for a moment. At last, she got herself under control. "Well, did Pinkamena like cake?"
"She—" Pinkie stopped, remembering her pledge to be honest and think about her words. "I didn't know what it was, but I think I would like cake no matter what."
"Would you like to test?"
It was so easy to think about, Pinkie realized, but it was also scary. To be free from her promise, for who she loved being, was not as small a step as she first thought. "How would it work?"
"I would use the stare on you, and talk to you. You would end up relaxed, calm, and open to suggestion." Since the Flutterbat incident, Fluttershy was very careful with her stare. The amount of times she had really used it on a pony (and not just a well-built glare) could be counted on her hooves. "I would explain to you that for an hour, you can put your promise in a box, and when the hour is up, or when you want it to be, the box opens."
"And my promise wouldn't be broken?" Pinkie Pie was now intrigued, as well as worried. "It would have to be a really good box, with packing peanuts and everything."
"It would be the most important box you have ever wrapped, and you would hold the ribbon to open it." Fluttershy struggled against her nerves, bracing internally so her friend could have even an hour without the oppressive promise hanging on to her.
"Okily dokily." Pinkie Pie said the words without realizing, but decided that now they were out, they had better stay out. "I really trust you, Fluttershy, and as long as you say it is safe, I will do it."
Fluttershy hadn't lied, she had been using her stare sparingly, but the reason was not something she had shared. Fluttershy's stare had become much more powerful since she had spread leathery wings. There were side effects, for her and not her subject. "Finish your tea, Pinkie Pie, and just relax."
In typical Pinkie Pie fashion, she just upended the cup and gulped down the contents. Getting comfortable was a different problem. Pinkie climbed off the couch, and found a comfortable spot on the floor.
Working herself up to a stare, Fluttershy could feel the pointed fangs—a constant feature of her mouth since becoming Flutterbat—grow longer. Her hearing sharpened to the point where she could hear Pinkie Pie's heart. "Just relax and close your eyes." She slipped off the couch, not fighting the feeling of being a predator. It always worked better if she let herself really get into it.
Pinkie closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of her friend moving around. She heard Fluttershy's hooves bring her to stand right in front of Pinkie, as she completely failed to ignore them.
"Relax, Pinkie. You should feel yourself calmly laying down, and I want you to focus on relaxing your muscles. Start with your tongue. Just let it loll in your mouth, resting, not needing to move." Fluttershy let her voice slow and deepen a little. She could see Pinkie Pie's ears perked forward, and took it as a good sign. "Now I want you to imagine your jaw muscles, and neck muscles. They slowly relax too, and you feel tension pouring out."
Letting out a soft sigh, Pinkie smiled as she was guided. The words spoke directly to her body, and she had never been so happy to do what somepony says.
"More muscles now. Your withers and shoulders, relaxed and calm. Your back and haunches, still and peaceful. Your gaskin and forearm, relaxed and calm. Cannons and pasterns, still and peaceful." Fluttershy guided each major muscle group towards relaxation, and as she spoke she could see Pinkie seem to slump a little more, but the one sign of complete relaxation still eluded her; Pinkie Pie's ears were still perked forward. "Your eyes aren't completely relaxed yet, they are closed."
Pinkie Pie wanted to shake her head, but her neck was still. She wanted to tell Fluttershy that her eyes were closed because she had been told to close them, but her tongue wouldn't work.
"Open your eyes, let them relax." Fluttershy watched as Pinkie Pie opened her eyes, and their gazes were locked into The Stare. She pinned Pinkie Pie, capturing her eyes as perfectly as her voice had captured Pinkie's body. "There. Look deep, and don't look away."
The sight of her friend's eyes seemingly took up all of Pinkie Pie's vision. The orbs were huge, and beautiful. Moments passed, and she felt her mind tense, as if poked. There was so much weight behind Fluttershy's eyes, that Pinkie Pie knew she would be crushed by it. She could fight, struggle from the ocular trap, but it was Fluttershy, and she trusted her.
As the moment came when Pinkie Pie relaxed and let The Stare in deeper, an overwhelming sensation of relaxation flooded her whole being.
Fluttershy finally saw what she wanted in her friend: Pinkie Pie's ears turned to the sides. "You are a good girl." Even her words didn't spark a reaction in Pinkie's ears, but her face lit up into as much of a smile as she could.
Praise. Simple, honest, praise. Pinkie Pie gazed up into Fluttershy's eyes, feeling none of the discomfort she had seen in other creatures who had met her friend's stare. She felt like her friend was an open book. Pinkie Pie could see concern, love, and so much empathy as to leave her dwarfed by it. She realized The Stare had opened a window into Fluttershy, as it had opened a door into herself.
Pinkie Pie stared upwards, happily lost in Fluttershy's eyes. She heard words only barely, but despite them fluttering through her conscious, they sank deep into her.
"You are completely relaxed now. Nothing could be more relaxing than sitting here and staring into my eyes." Fluttershy had kept her voice a soft drone, alternating between praising Pinkie, and telling her she was getting more relaxed. At last, she deemed it time to continue.
"In a few moments I will blink, and then you will blink. When that happens, you will be awake again. First, you are going to do something." Everything hinged on whether Fluttershy had Pinkie far enough under that she would accept the next part. Pressing her concerns down, Fluttershy continued. "You made a promise to yourself when you were little. You promised yourself that you would be happy if you made everypony happy."
Something within Pinkie trembled as new words flowed into her. She wasn't sure exactly what, but the words were tickling things deep inside, and if it weren't for the love and concern Pinkie saw in Fluttershy, through her eyes, she would have fought. A new level of relaxation came over her, and she smiled a little more.
"You will make a box in your head. And you are going to make it the strongest box ever. Nothing will be able to break the box." Fluttershy waited, and felt the moment when Pinkie was receptive again. "I want you to put that promise in the box. Put it inside, and close the lid."
Pinkie Pie visualized doing just that. The promise wasn't lost, she realized, it was safer than ever. A lightness settled around her, a stress she hadn't known she was still holding on to eased. She trembled a little at the promises' loss, at the hole it left in her life.
"The box is special. It won't let anything out, but if you need to open it, it will open." Fluttershy was shocked at how much stress flowed from her friend—pink-coated and as wispy as cotton candy, but strong as steel belts. "When it is sealed, a little clock will appear on it. The clock counts all the way up to an hour, and then starts counting down. The box will open when the clock ticks to zero."
Fluttershy waited for Pinkie to relax again, and for the slight shaking in her friend's limbs to fade. At long last, Pinkie Pie looked to be at peace. Deciding it was time, Fluttershy blinked.
The world rushed in around Pinkie Pie. The roar of sounds in her ears was deafening, and the colors of the room bright and almost overwhelming. She blinked, and could feel that gap where her promise should be. "F-F-Fluttershy?"
"It's alright! It is only gone for an hour." Fluttershy pulled Pinkie into a hug, squeezing her friend tightly. She knew the first time might be really strange, particularly if this was something core to Pinkie's sense of self.
Pressed against Fluttershy, Pinkie felt heat flush into her, and Mr. Humpy started pressing against her friend too. She didn't realize she was rocking her hips until Fluttershy gave a little gasp. "Oh gosh! I'm sorry, Fluttershy!"
"Don't be sorry, you are only just learning about it. Is there something you would like to do? Just tell me." Fluttershy smiled, not sure what to expect after a lifetime of repression.
"Mr. Humpy wants to—" Pinkie Pie stopped, and shook her head a little. "I want to mount you, and pump into you again and again. I want you to scream my name, and I will scream yours." Pinkie's eyes widened at what she had said.
"W-Why don't you go and use the bathroom, Pinkie." Fluttershy wasn't ready to contemplate what her friend had said, beyond it being a proposition she ached to agree to. "And no cold water, okay?"
Backing away from Fluttershy, Pinkie looked down at her hardening penis. She couldn't keep back the bubble of laughter. "What do I do with it?" She giggled again.
Fluttershy rolled her eyes. "I'll show you again, but you need to watch what I am doing." The strangest thing for Fluttershy was, she didn't feel a pinch of anxiety when she agreed to help Pinkie.
Author's Note
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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!"
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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Fluttershy had been floating all week—literally. She felt so light that every moment had her wings flapping, and her hovering around like Rainbow Dash. With the collar on, she had felt safe, protected, and cared for, but even with it off she felt great about herself.
The weekend was nearing, and she was just taking care of feeding her furry friends for the second time that day, when she noticed the flag on her letterbox was raised. "Oh my, mail at this time of day? On a Friday?" She glanced at the old clock on her mantelpiece, and saw that it was getting towards late afternoon.
Fluttershy left the bottom half of her door closed, flitting through the upper half and out to her mailbox. Opening the back, she spotted a very pink letter within. The butterflies on her flank seemed to migrate to her belly as she flicked the flag down and opened the letter.
Fluttershy,
Pinkie Pie cordially invites you to dinner, snuggles, hugs, and cuddles.
—Pinkie Pie
Giggling, Fluttershy blushed at the idea of cuddles, hugs, and snuggles. "It doesn't say when…?" Looking at the letter, Fluttershy was still trying to work out the date when a pink hoof leaned in from one side and wrote, "Tonight" on it. "Pinkie?"
Wearing a big grin, Pinkie Pie slid the pencil she had used to correct her omission into her mane. "Well?" Enthusiasm was something Pinkie Pie knew well. She possessed so much of the stuff at times that it overwhelmed her ability to think or even feel, which was why it was so shocking to see such a level of excitement in her friend.
When the dive-bomber that was Fluttershy collided with Pinkie, the two tumbled completely twice, with Fluttershy ending up hugging Pinkie tightly. "I would love to go out on a date!" The moment she actually yelled it, Fluttershy's forehooves flew up to her snout and covered it, in shock.
Pinkie couldn't keep back her giggle. "Okie dokie lokie!" She booped Fluttershy on the little part of her nose that was accessible. She gazed up at Fluttershy, and saw something beyond what she would have been able to cope with before. There was hunger in Fluttershy's eyes, and while Pinkie Pie could tell it was for more than she could offer, she was perfectly okay with Pinkamena handling the rest. "Sooo…"
Shaking her head to clear it, Fluttershy spread her wings and flapped, hovering up into the air. "S-S-Sorry! I just got all excited, and I really, really wanted to show you that." For a moment Fluttershy felt her usual anxiety return, but she had laid herself bare to Pinkie, even if it was as Pinkamena, and there wasn't much left she could justify being anxious about. Even still, she still felt a little pang of worry.
It was a novel experience for Pinkie Pie to be the one picking themselves up, but she bounced eagerly to her hooves. "Well?" Pinkie reached a hoof out to Fluttershy.
"Huh?" A little confused, Fluttershy reached out a hoof to Pinkie's. "I don't know what you mean, isn't this for lat—" The moment her hoof was in Pinkie Pie's, Fluttershy was pulled along by her friend's strength. "You mean now?!"
Fluttershy's yell was much more in line with how Pinkie Pie expected. "Yup. I have sooo much planned!" And of course she did; Pinkie Pie considered the "date" at least as important as a party—which made it the most important part of Pinkie Pie's life at that moment.
Tugging on Fluttershy's hoof, Pinkie found a significant amount of resistance. "Is something wrong?" Concern suddenly filled Pinkie Pie with worry about Fluttershy.
"I have some things I need to do before I can go anywhere." Fluttershy felt Pinkie let go, and she zoomed back towards her house and headed within. When Pinkie Pie didn't follow, she poked her head over the lower half of her door. "Would you like to come inside?"
Giggling at her friend's reaction, Pinkie Pie pronked up to the house and through the door—as Fluttershy opened it fully. "Do you need any help with anything?"
"I-I just wanted to talk to you about the hypnosis thing. Did you want to do it before we go?" Despite her words, Fluttershy bustled around, finishing the last of her chores.
"What? No! I want to go out with you, not Pinkamena." Giggling, Pinkie Pie climbed up onto Fluttershy couch. "Well…" Rubbing a hoof on the floor, Pinkie stared down at it with a blush. "She does want to go out with you, but I think she would want to do something different. Besides, she's in the box."
Fluttershy jerked a little at the comment, turned, and looked at Pinkie Pie with a little surprise. "You put her in the—in the box?" Pinkie nodded to her. "I didn't expect that, but I assume you did it to not have her thoughts?"
"She wants to do all kinds of naughty things to you, and I didn't want to have to think about them too." Rocking a little in place, Pinkie Pie mentally examined her box-construct, and found the ribbon was quite secure. "She's perfectly safe."
Looking at her friend, Fluttershy was a little amazed that Pinkie Pie had expressed so much mental control without a trance. "If you opened the box now, do you think she would come out and you go in?"
The shift in the topic caught Pinkie a little off guard. She lifted a hoof to her chin and tapped it. "We could see. Our reservations have a while before we need to be there." And of course, without any further thought on the matter, Pinkie Pie mentally reached for the ribbons and tugged on them.
Pinkamena took a breath of air, smelled Fluttershy's slight scent on it, and smiled. The box was empty for a moment, and she mentally nuzzled at Pinkie Pie, gesturing towards the box. Her alternate perception of reality climbed into the box on her own, but not before Pinkamena slipped a stuffed Fluttershy doll in with her. Like magic, ribbons coiled around the box.
"I-I didn't mean right away!" Fluttershy watched as Pinkie's mane straightened, her features curved into the kind of smile Pinkie Pie would never wear. Pinkamena looked lascivious and hungry, and her amazingly blue eyes right on Fluttershy. "M-Mistress?"
"She planned out the whole evening…" Pinkamena tickled through the extensive plans of Pinkie's night. "This is only a test, pet, I shouldn't be out yet." Nonetheless, Pinkamena slid off the couch like a shark, and her body curved and bent with each step in a way that screamed sensuality.
Fluttershy stood dead still as Pinkamena sauntered up to her, and kissed her. It wasn't a soft, chaste kiss. Pinkamena shoved her tongue into Fluttershy's mouth, skimmed it over the pointed fangs, and practically sucked a relaxed sigh from her. Fluttershy's eyes drifted closed, and she relaxed into her Mistress' ministrations.
Pinkamena was hungry for her pet, and when she tapped gently on the box in her head, she whispered, "Just a few minutes," and distinctly heard a happy giggle in reply. She didn't close her eyes, but studied Fluttershy's expressions of submission instead. She leaned forward a little more, and her pet's wings fluffed up in surprise.
It was easy to keep in charge, as natural for Pinkamena as breathing. She watched in absolute delight as Fluttershy slowly folded herself down until she was lying on the floor. Finally, she started to pull her tongue back, stroking each long fang again so that when she pulled free, she left the slight coppery taste of blood behind.
Fluttershy didn't move a muscle, nor did she think. She was floating and happy, and the deliberate act of Pinkamena's—pressing her tongue to Fluttershy's fangs—gave her a reminder that her Mistress was there, without her having to look.
"Good filly." Pinkamena's smile curled higher at seeing Fluttershy's ears perk forward from a relaxed, sideways direction. "You aren't wearing your collar, but it isn't time to play yet. Wear it tomorrow, when you come to see me. She loves you, you know?"
Unwilling to move without her Mistress' command, Fluttershy floated free of the constraints of everyday thought. She would wear her collar tomorrow because Pinkamena said she would, it was no longer something within her power. When a gentle hoof booped her nose, she snapped her eyes open to see Pinkie Pie looking at her. "Pinkie?"
"And she loves you too." Pinkie giggled and booped Fluttershy again and bounced away. "Come on, we need to go!"
The raw excitement in Pinkie Pie's voice pulled Fluttershy from the meditation that Pinkamena had dominated her into. She shook out her wings and stood up, then smiled as she took off after Pinkie. The change from Mistress to friend seemed easier to follow with their mane changes.
Fluttershy zoomed along, and came up behind Pinkie, only to drop to the ground and walk beside her. "So you two worked out how to use that box without me?" She hadn't been expecting how much it would hurt not to have somepony to hypnotize, but there was some loss there that Fluttershy couldn't reconcile.
Pinkie Pie noticed when her friend's pace slowed, and she stopped to look at Fluttershy. "What's wrong?" Her own tail sagged a little, and she realized how much it hurt to see Fluttershy sad.
"Oh!" Fluttershy snapped from her spiral of sadness at the loss of her hypnotism subject. "N-Nothing." When she tried to draw her mane over one side of her face, however, Pinkie Pie walked around and stood in front of her.
"Nope. This won't do!" Reaching a hoof up, Pinkie gently touched Fluttershy's mane, and carefully lifted it to the side so each could see the other. "You went from happy to sad, something's got you down and I am going to get to the bottom of it!"
It was impossible for Fluttershy, she realized, to keep anything a secret from either Pinkie Pie or Pinkamena. When she looked right into Pinkie's eyes, she saw that time was not on her side. "I really like hypnotizing you."
The moment she said it, Fluttershy tried to pull back, to pull her mane back across and hide from the world, and her friend. But two strong forelegs wrapped around her and squeezed. Gasping, Fluttershy watched as Pinkie nuzzled against her neck.
"I didn't say I wanted that to stop." Pinkie giggled and was happy the problem was something she would enjoy helping with. "Although I don't think it is Pinkamena's thing, she likes to be in control."
Blinking at the surprising revelation, and the affectionate friend it came from, Fluttershy felt like she wanted to run screaming, or hug back. She decided on the latter. Anxiety flowed out of her, and Fluttershy couldn't help but smile. "Really?"
"Really. I Pinkie Promise." Leaning back, Pinkie Pie started the motions. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" Steeling herself against possibly having a bad reaction to it, she leaned close again and kissed Fluttershy on the nose. It felt like a not-Pinkie-Pie thing for almost two heartbeats, then Fluttershy's face lit up with the biggest smile Pinkie had ever seen on her. Kissing suddenly became a Pinkie Pie thing.
Fluttershy was both surprised and delighted at the kiss, but it was the promise that meant everything to her. "Oh thank you so much, Pinkie Pie." She hugged her friend as tight as she could. "What time is dinner?"
Pinkie lifted a foreleg up and examined the bare back of it carefully. "We need to hurry!" She released Fluttershy from the hug, but grabbed her around the midsection. "Come on!"
"Wait I—" Words were useless, Fluttershy was pulled along faster than she had seen a lot of pegasi fly (although she was sure Rainbow Dash was still faster). As the path to town zipped past, Fluttershy could see Pinkie Pie's face, and her friend wore the biggest smile ever. Warm, tingly feelings started in Fluttershy's belly, and the moment they stopped—out the front of Savoir Fare's restaurant—she realized that it wasn't just butterflies this time. "P-P-Pinkie…"
Looking at Fluttershy, Pinkie tilted her head a little. "When did you get green fur dye?" She watched Fluttershy shake her head, and her normal yellow coloring was back. "I asked Savoir Fare for his best table."
Recovered from the shock of moving so fast, Fluttershy followed Pinkie Pie into the restaurant. A blue-maned and sharp dressed stallion sporting a very well cared for moustache, and an impeccable yellow-gray coat. It was (of course) the owner of the restaurant, Savoir Fare himself.
"Madam Pinkie Pie, Madam Fluttershy, of course it would be an honor to seat you both this evening." Savoir bowed to two of the heroes of Equestria. "Right this way if you please, I have your table ready and waiting."
Dinner was a mixture of new and fancy, and despite it being the strangest meal either mare had eaten in a while, it was still really tasty. The last course was out, and rather than two separate plates, Pinkie Pie ordered them a big bowl of ice cream, and two spoons.
Fluttershy hesitated, thus Pinkie Pie was first to strike. Reaching out, holding her long-handled spoon carefully, she scooped up a little of the ice cream onto it (an unusually small amount for Pinkie). Her eyes widened further when Fluttershy watched the spoon coming closer to her, not Pinkie Pie. "Pinkie, what are—" The spoon tapped Fluttershy's lower lip, and without thinking she opened her mouth.
Sugary, milky heaven flooded Fluttershy's mouth, and she felt a happy tingle run from her hooves to her head. Closing her eyes, she focused on the delicious flavor of the vanilla bean treat. "Mmmm."
"Good?" Pinkie didn't need to ask, she could tell Fluttershy was in ice cream heaven. Feeding her special friend delicious desserts was apparently a very Pinkie Pie thing, since it made her so happy. "More?"
With a shake of her head, Fluttershy picked up her own spoon, and reached out with her hoof—mimicking Pinkie—and holding the next spoonful up to her friend's lips.
Pinkie Pie was a little confused at first, expecting to spend the evening pampering Fluttershy, but when ice cream was offered she wouldn't turn it down. Opening her mouth, Pinkie Pie felt the spoon slide inside, and was delivered to ice cream heaven herself. "This is really good!"
Savoir watched the two heroes, and his Prench heart melted for them. It was ever a delight to him when two ponies in love came to his restaurant. "Un tel amour merveilleux…" He breathed a happy sigh and watched as, one after another, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie fed each other his finest ice cream.
All too soon the bowl was empty, and both mares set their spoons in the fine crystal and just gazed at each other. Pinkie was floating on a sea of very Pinkie Pie thoughts. She had made her friend happy, and it made her happy too. She wished there had been more ice cream, but such was not to be.
Gazing back at Pinkie, Fluttershy felt like she was mesmerized. Every feature on Pinkie's face looked new. The little curls at the corners of her mouth, the way she looked so full of life, and Pinkie's eyes, all worked together to hold Fluttershy until Savoir finally brought over their bill.
"Pardon." Savoir hated to break the moment, but they had already closed, and he couldn't wait any longer. It was dark outside, and he needed to clean up yet. "Did you enjoy yourselves?" The answer was obvious, but it was a way to get conversation flowing.
Fluttershy bit her lip from replying, and looked to Pinkie Pie instead.
"It was scrum-dilly-umptious!" Patting her belly, Pinkie Pie climbed from her seat and tried to rush around to help Fluttershy up. She was rebuffed by her friend, so instead just set a pile of bits on the table. "Thanks, Savoir!"
"Y-Yes, thank you." Fluttershy beamed at Savoir Fare, before turning her attention back to Pinkie Pie. "I could have helped pay…"
"No. Tonight was my treat." Pinkie Pie leaned in and kissed Fluttershy, only on the cheek, but seeing her friend blush and smile wide was its own reward. "Now I will walk you home." Pinkie waited for a slightly shell (kiss) shocked Fluttershy to catch up.
"O-Okay." Fluttershy spread her wings as if she would fly, but folded them again when she realized Pinkie—obviously—couldn't. Walking forward, she couldn't help but smile at the way their hips and shoulders touched with every other step. "This was really nice, Pinkie."
"It was." Pinkie was almost surprised at how much the evening felt like a Pinkie Pie thing, even though she thought it wouldn't be. "Thank you, Fluttershy."
"Me?" Blinking in surprise, Fluttershy almost stopped at the "accusation." While her thoughts raced, she felt Pinkie's lips touch hers, just for a moment. "You're kissing a lot."
"I like kissing." The defense was solid. Pinkie Pie had discovered that she did indeed enjoy kissing, when the recipient looked as happy as Fluttershy did when she kissed her.
"I thought all that would be a thing for Pinkamena." Just mentioning the name of her Mistress had Fluttershy's wings wanting to shoot up. Her body felt a little warmer, and she ruffled her feathers.
"Well, kissing you is also a Pinkie Pie thing." Pinkie was completely happy with her logic. She suddenly learned that hearing her say that was apparently a Fluttershy thing, because her friend's wings shot up in the air.
Trotting home beside Pinkie, Fluttershy struggled to get her wings down, and only managed it when she finally got inside her front door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pinkie?"
"No you won't." Pinkie Pie reached a hoof up and booped Fluttershy on the nose. "Remember what she said? Pinkamena will be waiting for you at home." Turning, Pinkie started trotting back to Sugarcube Corner.
Fluttershy was nervous, excited, and generally shaking like a leaf. She wanted to go and meet Pinkamena, but she had been told to wear the collar. Her thoughts ran back to the previous evening, and hearing Pinkamena's hungry words, commanding words, telling her that she would wear the collar.
Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy opened the front door of her house and stepped outside. The collar was fastened around her throat. In the end it hadn't been bravery that carried her along, however, it was the belief that this wasn't a thing in her control. Lifting her head, perking her ears forward, Fluttershy trotted along the path towards town.
Pinkie Pie had hoped to keep the promise of the previous night, but when Cup Cake had needed an extra set of hooves while baking for the morning, she had—of course—volunteered. She worked as quickly and precisely as she could, baking everything to perfection. The doorbell had been ringing outside all morning as customers came in, but it wasn't until she saw Carrot's head poke into the back room that she looked up from her work.
"Pinkie Pie? Fluttershy is here. Take the day off, you were meant to anyway, and I think you two might have planned something?" Carrot smiled a little, and gave Pinkie a wink.
Pinkie almost dropped the tray of cupcakes, but recovered and set them onto the cooling rack. "We did!" She bounced towards the door, and out into the front room of Sugarcube Corner. Fluttershy was standing to one side, and Pinkie could see she was wearing her collar with every ounce of determination she could. A scratching at the inside of the box—in Pinkie's head—let her know that Pinkamena wanted out, and wanted out quickly. She didn't fight, Pinkie pulled at the ribbon and let her other self free.
She felt her mane and tail settle, and Pinkamena stood a little straighter than Pinkie normally would. Looking at Carrot Cake, she gave him a hint of a smile. "Thanks."
Whatever Fluttershy had been about to say to Pinkie died in her throat as Pinkamena was suddenly standing before her. Despite meeting her Mistress and owner in public, Fluttershy felt her mind melt into happy thoughts. "Mis—"
Pinkamena pressed a hoof to Fluttershy's snout, silencing her. "Shh. Just follow me." With a quick turn, Pinkamena led the way to the stairs. Down was the order of the day. Pinkamena didn't want her pet to scream in pleasure enough to alert the Cakes, or their customers.
Following as she was instructed, Fluttershy was fully within her fantasy of having no choice. She kept her snout closed, and it wasn't until Pinkamena closed the doors behind her that she realized they were in Pinkie Pie's Party Planning Place. "M-Mistress?"
"Good filly." The look on Fluttershy's face, when Pinkamena said the two, simple words, was exquisite to the domme. "Over on the bed." She pointed to the bed she had set up in the basement, to one side.
Eyes wide, Fluttershy trotted over to the cozy bed and started to climb on. At the head of the bed, she noticed an odd hook, and while she was still focused on it, she heard a click come from under her chin. A tugging sensation had her look up, not down at the noise. Fluttershy was gazing at Pinkamena's face.
"A pretty leash for a pretty pet." Pinkamena was already getting hard, and couldn't resist leaning in to sniff at Fluttershy's fur. "Mmm, I could eat you up." Instead, Pinkamena lifted her end of the leash up, and fastened it to the head of the bed, on the little hook Fluttershy had been so focused on.
The play was different to everything Fluttershy had expected. She had been ready for more rough sex, and when she spotted Pinkamena's penis she knew her guess had been right, but her Mistress had something else planned first. A delighted coo left Fluttershy's throat when the brush first found her fur. The second stroke down her back made her legs wobble, and the third set her wings to hanging at her sides.
Pinkamena was quite satisfied she had Fluttershy's reward just right. Looking at the two drooping wings, she resolved to find out about preening, but until then she kept up with brushing. A different brush was used for Fluttershy's mane, and with her pet making soft sighs with each stroke now, she moved on to her tail. "You were such a good filly for wearing your collar, I wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciated it."
"Mmm thank you, Mistress." Fluttershy's brain wasn't working quite well enough to form more complex sentences, and as it was all her words blended together into a mumble. Her eyes were closed, and even when her Mistress nudged her dock aside, Fluttershy didn't care.
Timing a lick with a brush stroke, Pinkamena felt Fluttershy react a little to actual stimulation. "Hold still, pet." Again she brushed and licked, but this time Fluttershy actually leaned backwards a little. Another lick and stroke, then another, and she was tasting her pet's arousal.
At last her Mistress had started pushing further than Fluttershy's self-control could handle, and she began to moan. They started as slightly deeper breaths, but grew with each stroke and lick, until Fluttershy screwed her eyes closed and moaned for all she was worth.
Keeping up her ministrations, Pinkamena felt when Fluttershy pushed to the edge of her orgasm. Her pet was so subtle with her climaxes that it was difficult to detect she was even riding one, but the moment another lick came, Pinkamena could hear the little puffing breaths, and watched her pet's clitoris wink wildly. Licking her, Pinkamena stroked and brushed.
Trembling, Fluttershy rode along the waves of pleasure, ignoring how spaced out they made her feel. Devotion and love for her Mistress overwhelmed everything, but layered on top of the great feelings was her tail being brushed.
"You feel that? Brushing is going to be so much more fun now." Pinkamena grinned wide, and though she wasn't licking anymore, she could feel Fluttershy going through more delicious pleasure, and kept the brushing up as long as her orgasm persisted.
By the end of her climax, Fluttershy was arching her tail for each stroke of the brush, and with each run of the bristles she felt more aroused. Brushing had always been enjoyable for her, but she realized her Mistress wanted it to be more so. "Th-Thank you!"
Pinkamena pressed her lips under Fluttershy's arched tail, and landed them right on the other mare's plump anus. She didn't explore the fissure with her tongue, rather trailing around it. The gasp of surprise was music to her ears, and she wound up laying kisses all around the perfect, puckering, ponut.
"M-Mistress?" Fluttershy turned, her eyes barely open. Anal play had been their first time together, and though she had never really considered it before, Fluttershy had discovered that she adored it. She saw Pinkamena standing behind her, shaft rampant, and watched as Pinkamena smeared something over her own shaft.
"Pinkie purchased some things for me. It wasn't easy for her, because they were not very Pinkie Pie things." Pinkamena smiled sympathetically for her alternate self. "But she got them because she knew they would be needed to make you happy. It was a very strange party, but she planned it down to the smallest detail."
Fluttershy gasped when a dollop of something cool pressed to her anus. It felt slimy, but she understood what it was for. "Please…"
"You never have to ask, or beg." Climbing up on Fluttershy's back, Pinkamena jostled forward, sure she was leaving a mess on the bed. The tip of her shaft kissed first against Fluttershy's vulva, and teasingly Pinkamena pushed forward just a little.
Her back arching, Fluttershy spread her wings out and expelled a breath in a sudden squeal. But just as she was ready for her Mistress to sink into her vagina, she pulled out and pressed to her asshole instead. Her eyes bulged, and this time her voice was silent when pressure started to build.
Fluttershy's forelegs folded under her, and she weakly flapped her wings as Pinkamena pushed inside inch by inch. With her mane splayed out around her face, Fluttershy squeezed her eyes closed and started to pant.
"Are you a good filly?" Leaning over Fluttershy, Pinkamena lifted one back leg up to hook it over Fluttershy's hips. With a more firm grip now, she shoved all the way down and in. Without a pause, Pinkamena pulled back, then shoved again.
Each pant came with a soft whine, but nothing about the situation hurt Fluttershy. She was being used by her Mistress and nothing could make her happier. Each thrust filled her with a wealth of sensations, not the least of bit bloating. She loved feeling Pinkamena inside her, stretching her, forcing her to fit that heavy shaft. A sharp sting came from her ear, and Fluttershy could feel her Mistress' lips wrapped around it, while her teeth claimed it.
Each thrust brought Fluttershy closer to her own climax, but it wasn't what she wanted—what she craved. She yearned to feel the hot rush of her Mistress inside her, and so struggling against the constant rush of friction and pressure, she tried to squeeze and milk at Pinkamena's shaft.
Pinkamena neither could, nor wanted to hold back. Fluttershy's change in tactics delighted her, and she knew what her pet wanted. Speeding up, she was flush with excitement as she felt the telltale pressure build in her prostate.
Fluttershy felt the stiffness in Pinkamena, and felt her Mistress clamp her teeth a little tighter on her ear. The rush of heat was everything she could have wanted, and with each jet of hot seed in her bowels, her world rocked. A deep, undulating moan came from her throat, and Fluttershy didn't even realize she was still squeezing with each jerk of her diaphragm, constantly massaging Pinkamena's length.
Releasing Fluttershy's ear, Pinkamena jerked her hips back. "Not done yet." She shoved forward, ignoring the oversensitive stimulation of her shaft in an effort to push her pet into greater pleasure. "You will know when I'm done."
Rocking, Fluttershy had surrendered completely to whatever Pinkamena wished, and it seemed the wish of her Mistress was to give Fluttershy constant, rolling orgasms. It was wonderful, it was amazing, and Fluttershy wanted nothing else but to be with her friend, and her mistress.
Author's Note
Fluttershy: One thing I am curious about though, do you plan on helping Pinkie integrate some of her repressed feelings from Pinkamena into her normal parsona?
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Pinkamena lay propped up on the bed, with Fluttershy spread across her back legs. With her back braced against the headboard, Pinkamena held the leash to Fluttershy's collar in one hoof, while she brushed her pet with the other. The work was both stimulating and relaxing, allowing her to express dominance over Fluttershy, while also being a nice break from more sexual domination.
In her own world of bliss, Fluttershy lay fully extended across Pinkamena's legs. The wing nearest Pinkamena just hung limp, but the other was stretched out over the bed. Behind her, Fluttershy's back legs were stretched back, forcing her rump to squeeze tightly on the slick fluids within. Her forelegs were stretched out too, and her head rested on her yellow furred limbs. Eyes closed, she made a soft, happy sigh with each stroke of the brush.
"We don't often spend time just cuddling before sex." Pinkamena kept the brush moving, only aware Fluttershy even heard her voice when she flicked of one of ears towards Pinkamena. "I love cuddling with you. I love playing with you. And while I don't think I can really be around much more often, I love having sex with you."
Eyes closed still, Fluttershy barely managed to nod her head the slightest amount. Moving further would require her to stop feeling so relaxed, and her Mistress had told her to relax. "I love you." The words were out before Fluttershy realized it, and once they were out she couldn't take them back—not that she wanted to.
Pinkamena's hoof froze, causing the brush to as well. Between one heartbeat and the other, she ran through the weeks that led to this moment. That first time, as Pinkie Pie without her promise, had been a revelation for her alter ego. When they had come together again it was like her own conception, and then when Pinkie Pie had climbed into the box fully and left her behind to have control had been her birth.
Smiling, Pinkamena poked at the box in her head, rousing Pinkie Pie from a dormant state. Amusement boiled out from the pony in the box; amusement and love. "We love you, too."
Fluttershy turned her head and looked up at Pinkamena. Her heart swelled with excitement at hearing the words back. A happy giggled bubbled up from deep inside, and Fluttershy pulled her wings in to her sides, and rolled away from Pinkamena.
Winding up on her back, Fluttershy kept her body fully stretched out, and looked at her Mistress with bedroom eyes. "Mistress, I want you." Her leash was taut, and though Fluttershy felt the collar straining in Pinkamena's direction, there was no pull at it.
Staring for just a moment, Pinkamena shivered in pleasure. The cuddling was over the moment Fluttershy called her Mistress again. Pinkie had spent some bits on more toys than just a leash, however, and now Pinkamena wanted to make use of what her other half had purchased.
Climbing off the bed, Pinkamena fastened her end of Fluttershy's leash to a bedpost. "You wait just like that, pet, I have some things I think you will like." Leaning down, Pinkamena kissed Fluttershy, bringing her lips down and shoving her tongue forward the moment they made contact.
Squirming on her back, Fluttershy surrendered her mouth to her Mistress, parting lips and teeth to let Pinkamena delve into her. Her own tongue was immediately pressed down firmly, pinning it in place while her lips were ravaged by her Mistress.
Pinkamena held Fluttershy in the embrace until she felt the pegasus relax again. Pulling her lips back slowly, she licked her pet's lips before drawing away. "Hold that thought." Walking to the box of "party" supplies Pinkie Pie had purchased, Pinkamena reached inside and pulled out a hefty butt plug first, then a set of rubber socks.
Twisting from side to side on the bed, Fluttershy tried to do what Pinkamena had commanded, and kept naughty, submissive thoughts high in her mind. "Mistress?" She didn't lean up to see what Pinkamena was doing, but when she felt a hoof touch her plot, she stilled her movement.
The hoof stroked gently between Fluttershy's back legs, a tender rubbing of her tender belly, but it was the touch to her tail-hole that made her moan. She couldn't help it, the thought of her Mistress pushing into her was just too arousing, but before Fluttershy could realize the touch wasn't Pinkamena's shaft something started to push into her.
Hard, tapered, and very slick; Fluttershy moaned louder as Pinkamena started to work the plug into her anus. Her sphincter was already stretchy from her Mistress' shaft, which made the entry of the toy a smooth widening process that had Fluttershy flapping her wings in excitement.
"You really love me playing with your ass, don't you?" Pinkamena kept her pressure up on the toy, and watched Fluttershy's body accept more of it with each push. The toy was almost all the way in, and Pinkamena was rock hard in excitement. She judged the thickness of the plug was just a little bigger than her own "self."
Fluttershy froze as the full extent of the toy was pressed to her anus. She stared ahead, not even breathing for fear that Pinkamena would shove the whole thing inside her. It teetered, the thickest part holding her pucker stretched around its girth.
"Buhhhhkkkkk…" Fluttershy's eyes closed slowly as the shape pushed past its widest point, and her tight sphincter pulled at the trailing edge, dragging the toy deeper into her. Wiggling her butt, she made happy, whimpering noises as the plug seated itself, and her body started to get used to it.
"Full?" Pinkamena rubbed her hoof in a repeating circle around the base of the plug, where it snugged up against Fluttershy's pronounced anus. "You look so full. Do you still want your Mistress to take you?"
Fluttershy was panting for breath, the sensation of being played with, moments after the hefty plug was inserted, made the bloated feeling of her rear into a constant throb of pleasure. When the circling turned into a stroke of her vulva, she moaned loudly again.
"That wasn't an answer." Repeating the stroke, Pinkamena was just about to climb up when she heard the softest, but most important word of her life.
"Wait." Fighting with the arousal she was experiencing, Fluttershy felt she needed just a little bit. "P-P-Please I just need a bit."
Pinkamena entered a little panic. She looked at the hefty plug, and to the mare she loved, and didn't know what to do. "Sh-Should I take it out? Do you want to stop? I didn't hurt you, did I?" The worry and panic grew, and she reached for the base of the plug to pull it out.
The moment Pinkamena's hooves touch the plug, Fluttershy shouted (despite her earlier moans, a Fluttershy shout is actually a lot quieter), "Stop!" Panting a few breaths, she reached a hoof up to her collar and unfastened the leash. "I'm okay, Pinkamena. I just need a few moments." With her head free to move, she tilted her neck forward and looked down her body at Pinkamena.
When Fluttershy saw the look of worry on Pinkamena's face, she reached out with all four legs for a hug. Letting out a sharp breath when her Mistress pounced into her embrace, Fluttershy pulled Pinkamena close. "It's okay. I'm okay. I just wasn't expecting something that—this big."
Clinging to Fluttershy as tight as she could, Pinkamena shook her head. "I thought I hurt you. I just wanted you to have something, and I think Pinkie Pie might have gotten something too big, and—" A kiss to her snout cut off Pinkamena's little outburst, and she looked at the mare kissing her. "Just tell me you are okay."
"I'm okay. You didn't hurt me." Fluttershy nuzzled against Pinkamena's snout, her voice making soft little whimpers. "I-I really like it, now I am used to it. I feel full, and stretched, and now we can keep going, if you want?"
Fluttershy didn't need to see Pinkamena's smile and little nod to see her Mistress wanted to continue, the proof was pressed firmly against her belly. "Mistress." The way Fluttershy said the word spoke volumes for her intent. "Let your pet take care of you."
Pinkamena thought about it, pondered what it would be like to be tended to. She nodded slowly, and her little smile grew more. "Be good to your Mistress, and I may just take that plug out."
The fantasy of spending a whole week with the plug in never once touched on the reality of what such would mean, but nonetheless Fluttershy was aroused that Pinkamena would have enough control of her as to be able to do just that. "Of course, Mistress." She bobbed her head, kissed Pinkamena's snout, and rolled off the bed. "Mistress, if you would lay on your back, please?"
"Asking me to do things? I should rut you for an hour to teach you your place." Pinkamena, despite her threat, rolled to her back and stretched her back legs out. A gentle touch started at her rear, left hoof, and when she looked, Pinkamena saw Fluttershy holding the leg carefully, while nuzzling the foot.
"Oh…" Flopping her head back, Pinkamena felt Fluttershy's tongue lap around her frog, her soft lips kissing every part of her hoof again and again. The soft touch of something new surprised her, but when she felt Fluttershy rolling the latex sock up her leg, Pinkamena nearly squealed with delight.
Fluttershy was having a ball. Completely wrapped in a submissive fantasy, she had caressed and worshiped Pinkamena's hoof before sealing it away under the rubber. "Am I pleasing you, Mistress?"
"Very much so, pet. I thought Pinkie got those for you, but maybe she got them for me." When the last of the rubber sock petered out at her stifle, Pinkamena lifted the leg straight up and looked at it. Shiny and black, she felt her shaft jerk and bob as her arousal built further. "More."
"As my Mistress commands." Fluttershy curved her wings around this time, cupping Pinkamena's hoof with one, she brushed it with the other, and nuzzled for all she was worth. The soft frog got most of her attention, but when she was done the hoof had been given a thorough tongue bath all the way to Pinkamena's fetlock.
When the second rubber sock rolled up her leg, Pinkamena let out a little sigh of delight. It passed her hoof and her cannon, rolled over her gaskin and, like the first, finished up all the way to her stifle. "Good filly."
Fluttershy almost danced at hearing the praise. She plucked up the remaining two socks and pressed her chest to Pinkamena's belly. "I hope you don't mind your pet laying on you?" Fluttershy nuzzled Pinkamena's shaft before she slid forward.
Squealing in surprise, Pinkamena looked down her body to see Fluttershy squirming along. Belly to belly, Fluttershy stopped just shy of Pinkamena's forelegs, letting her admire the mischievous gleam in her pet's eyes. "Pet, you seem a lot more active than normal. Are you feeling okay?"
"Of course I am, Mistress." The truth was, Fluttershy was split between being terrified she was pushing too far and desperately wanting to hear Pinkamena tell her she is good. The strangest thing for Fluttershy, however, was that her tail just wouldn't hold still. The hefty plug inside her seemed to trigger her body's need to flag her tail, while also making it restless. The end result was her pink, flowing tail was swishing side to side like a happy dog's.
Much closer to her pet, Pinkamena held up one hoof to Fluttershy's snout. "Be a good filly now." She wiggled the tip until, to her shock, Fluttershy opened her mouth and sucked her hoof inside. Pinkamena's eyes were wide, and her shaft was suddenly aching in arousal. She could feel Fluttershy's tongue licking the underside of her hoof, and the submissiveness of the gesture almost sent her into an orgasm.
With her snout dipped to Pinkamena's hoof, Fluttershy rolled her eyes up so she could look at her Mistress' face. The look Pinkamena shot back to Fluttershy told her that she was doing the right thing. Closing her eyes, Fluttershy sucked on the foot. Breathing through her nose carefully, Fluttershy repeated the process, sucking again and again.
"Please…" Pinkamena hated to beg Fluttershy, but if her pet continued she was going to lose herself. "Fluttershy, other hoof, now ." The message got through, and Fluttershy sucked back and let Pinkamena's hoof pull free. But it wasn't time to move on yet, apparently; Pinkamena watched as Fluttershy brought the next sock up to the "cleaned" hoof, and began rolling it on. "Good filly."
A pleased little sound leaked from Fluttershy's snout in response to the praise, and she kept rolling the sock on until Pinkamena's foreleg was clad all the way to her elbow. "How would Mistress like her last hoof cared for?"
"Suck it, pet." Traitorous words though they were, Pinkamena couldn't resist feeling that expression of Fluttershy's submission again. Lifting her hoof a little, she booped Fluttershy on the nose before the whole foot was engulfed. Pinkamena moaned loudly and threw her head back. She lost some of her control and Mr. Humpy lived up to his name.
Bucking her hips, Pinkamena scrunched her eyes shut when her whole body shuddered. She couldn't control herself, and bucked again and again as she shot a hot mess between their bellies.
Fluttershy felt what happened, but it just made her murmur happily around Pinkamena's hoof. She suckled again, building the same repeating pattern as the previous time. The sticky heat soaking into her fur was easy enough to ignore, particularly when Fluttershy felt Pinkamena harden up again.
Pinkamena was panting, and her eyes were locked on Fluttershy's. When her pet finally slurped off her hoof, Pinkamena gave a little sigh of relief. "You are entirely too good at that." She booped Fluttershy again before the sock was prepared.
"Thank you, Mistress." Fluttershy put as much of her desire into the last word as she could, and started to roll the last sock onto the last of Pinkamena's legs. Each time she extended it a little further, she heard her Mistress gasp a little more, and each gasp seemed to make Pinkamena harder and harder between them.
Once the last sock was rolled all the way on, Pinkamena sighed. "Pet, if you don't get on me right now I am going to—to—" She cut off when Fluttershy slid a little higher, and gasped when her shaft pulled free of its prison and lifted up a little. She knew, somehow, that she was aimed right at Fluttershy's vulva, but until her pet slid back down she didn't realize how close.
With her rear plugged so full, Fluttershy gasped in surprise when she pushed down and got Pinkamena's penis to breach her vulva. It felt like the lump in her rear was huge, big enough that it put pressure on Pinkamena's shaft. Nonetheless, she had promised her Mistress, and by bracing her forelegs, she worked her way down the length.
Lost in her lust, Pinkamena wrapped all four legs around Fluttershy, stopping her pet from moving further. Using the legendary strength of an earth pony, Pinkamena rolled sideways, dumping Fluttershy onto her back, and putting Pinkamena on top.
Fully in control, Pinkamena let go of Fluttershy and braced herself on the bed. She looked down at her squirming pet, and started to push forward again.
"M-Mistress!" Fluttershy was so worked up with the plug in, that the encroaching penis pushed her into her first trembling orgasm. She mewled and whimpered, and squirmed around too, but nothing she did would stop Pinkamena from pushing. Soon, Fluttershy felt their bellies touch again, and she knew she was as full of her Mistress as she could get.
Pinkamena held still. Hilted in her pet, she was just about as happy as she could get. "You are such a good filly, Fluttershy. I love you."
"I love you too, Mistre—" Fluttershy's soft words were stolen by her sharp cry of pleasure. Pinkamena had timed her stroke perfectly, pulling back and shoving back into Fluttershy again. The pace her Mistress set was slow, agonizingly so.
Stroke after stroke soon set Pinkamena in her slow and steady pace. She didn't so much buck as rock against Fluttershy, but she had a plan. Each time she pushed forward, she sped up just a little. It took time, and she had Fluttershy whimpering and squirming under her before she was going at a normal speed, but the rush of control and dominance it inspired within her was worth it.
Each long thrust broke Fluttershy to Pinkamena's will anew. When her Mistress' medial ring pushed into her, it always caught for just a moment on the swollen lump in her rear. The pressure and friction was too much for Fluttershy to bear, and she tipped easily into an orgasm. Mewling like a kitten, she looked up at Pinkamena in awe.
At the loving hooves of her Mistress, Fluttershy was pushed from the end of one orgasm into the beginning of the next. Never before in her life had she been so turned on, and it showed as her normally mild climaxes seemed more focused and intense.
Fluttershy's depths felt the hot rush of fluid, and she snapped her eyes wide to see that Pinkamena was rushing into her own orgasm. "Fill me, Mistress!"
Pinkamena shoved as hard as she could, pushing Fluttershy along the bed a little before she finally collapsed on top of her lover. Wings and legs wrapped around her, as she wrapped her own around Fluttershy. Nursing each other against themselves, both mares rode out their orgasms together.
Stuffed as full as she could imagine, Fluttershy reached up and rubbed Pinkamena's ear slowly, and nuzzled against her chin. "Thank you, Mistress."
"You are a good filly, my pet." Pinkamena could hear the box in her head rattle around, and knew Pinkie Pie wanted out. As neat as she could, she pointed out the position she was in, and that Mr. Humpy was in, and the box subsided. "Pinkie Pie wanted to thank you too, but she doesn't want to come out like—like this."
"Mistress?" Fluttershy was comfortable being under Pinkamena, more comfortably than she could have imagined before.
Pinkamena nibbled a little, playfully, on Fluttershy's nose. "Yes, pet?"
"I want to go on some dates with you, too."
"Of course." Pinkamena tried, and failed, to imagine how such a date would go. "I will be wearing the socks, though."
Fluttershy giggled and kissed Pinkamena's smiling mouth. "Perfect."
Author's Note
Fluttershy/Pinkamena: now that you two have a strong relationship will you ever think of spicing it up a bit such as public accessible locations or in the nearby woods?
Pinkamena raised an eyebrow, and turned to Fluttershy without a word.
"N-N-No." Fluttershy looked at her Mistress to seek her guidance, and when she didn't see a frown, it made her face light up. "That would be wrong. What would happen if a filly or colt saw us?"
"What my pet is saying is, we like to keep things consensual. Doing that kind of thing in public is still consensual between us, but not for the pony who might catch us." Pinkamena reached a hoof up and rubbed Fluttershy's ears, then kissed her on the nose.
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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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