Four Heads Are Better Then Two

by Jackelope

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Fluttershy, Sex, Random
Length: 4440

Fluttershy, longing for love and companionship, seeks to cure her ailment of the heart by finding solace in the only pony who could possibly understand her... herself! Unfortunately, something goes terribly wrong...

Fluttershy had been been putting it off for months now, but on one Winter's evening she finally summoned the courage to put her plan into motion. It was simple really. Make a clone of herself so that she could finally love as well as be loved. It was an ambition born out of paranoia to be sure, but surely she'd be up to the task.

It's not like she'd botch it...

She does.

THIS WAS A REQUEST
Uh, I'd consider myself a weird individual if only due to the mere fact I'm writing stuff for this website anyway. However, if I had choose a work of mine I'd consider the weirdest, this would be one of the two - the other being 'A weird night' - as it is a fetish I have never even considered would even be a thing. Regardless, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Tags: Weirdness, autofellatio, futanari, diphilia, polycephalia, selfcest, clones, wingplay, blowjobs, double penetration, weirdness to remphasise.

Published 2018-01-02 14:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-01-02 14:30:07 UTC

...so long as you mean four individu- what are you doing, don't write that! Stop!

Love. Fluttershy wanted to be loved. She desired for nothing – other than the saccharine treats if Pinkie Pie’s confectionary – but for this one thing she found herself feeling famine for. It was a craving – for sure – but above all, it was a fear. She looked at the sleeping faces of her animal friends as she passed by them. One by one they would inevitably leave her, either out of being full of health or natural instinct to copulate and have families of their own outside the tight confines of her humble cottage. She could brush down the spines of bears, or rub noses with wolves or sing crescendos with twittering birds; yet even then it was merely an aria, for that song would eventually be sung alone. Quietly, she opened the door, letting moonlight in through the crack and slipping through it; leaving her animals in contented slumber.

She didn’t follow true to the winding path from her homestead, rather, she veered straight off it toward the moon illuminated fields; her expression stoic. Her memory wasn’t eidetic, but few could forget the location of something so unparalleled in its uniqueness. Under Luna’s night sky, Fluttershy walked at a hurried pace, not out of fear of getting caught or because there was a limit to her time. Instead, eagerness sped her hooves, the crunch of frost touched grass sounding out in the serene night. She tried to keep her mind blank of thought, she needed to remain committed, this was after all her only hope – or so she told herself – and if she were to go back now she’d be alone for the rest of her days.

It soon came into sight. The pushed aside boulder and the chasm it was formerly covering. It triggered a memory, of when she first had the idea, gathering a sleuth to push the rock aside and giving her entry. She was frightened back then. It was a foolish proposition, and she pushed it to the deepest gulf in her head, yet it continuously lingered; peaking its tempting head until it inevitably came to the forefront. Now, in contrast to her earlier self, as she looked into it, she could see only her awaiting bliss rather than her possible doom.

She ventured down into the abyss, smiling.

The subterranean chamber was surprisingly ardent against her coat, the breezes and occasional gusts from the surface became loving warm brushes against her body. Her breaths stopped coming out as mist, and no longer did she feel the bite of cold air on her coat. She descended down the curving dirt path and came covered in a low blue light. Her eyes jumped to each of the light emitting fauna, beaming in wonderment at the red and blue petalled flowers, and the bright blue emitting strands emerging from the stigma. Her eyes were then drawn to the centre of the chamber, falling her cyan eyes upon the pool of water in its middle. The pool appeared perfectly tranquil on its surface, reflecting off it the blue light of the flowers; giving it such a deep blue that it appeared to be without bottom.

Fluttershy came to stop right at the pool’s brim like edge, staring back at her own reflection in the water. Fitting, she remarked inwardly. Just as her reflection would appear on the pool’s surface, to walk into it would create a physical reflection of herself should she emerge. Ever since Pinkie’s excess of curiosity some years ago, Fluttershy could never forget it. That being the very idea that one could become two. She would never be alone in the world anymore, and this was her solution.

She knelt down, her eyes closing into narrow slits as she inched forward; trepidation in her muscles. Her breath caused ripples on the water's surface, causing her reflection to disappear in the small waves. She dipped her muzzle past the surface of the water, finding it surprisingly warm and not unpleasant in taste. She sank her face in further, matting her cheeks with water, before sending a quivering lunge forward; submerging the water up to her neck. Small steps, she told herself, cheeks bulging out with held breath. She wished she could take a large swallow of air, something to soothe her nerves and compose herself. She placed a rattling hoof into the water, pressing against the unseen and plausibly non-existant bottom, feeling her form wash over in a unpleasantly foreign sensation. With the second hoof coming close to joining the first, all the feelings of reluctance and all the thoughts she had against this idea began to surface, and before long she realised she had a desperate need for breath. Filled with regret and beating sense into herself, she yanked her head from the pool; gasping for air, her eyes clamping closed as she fell onto her stomach, water droplets falling from her muzzle.

She immediately went stiff.

She felt a presence beside her.

She could feel subtle breaths on her cheek.

The breaths pierced past her fur to the skin, leaving her frozen.

Despite her fear, her eyes moved on their own, the orbs shifting to her left; coming to stare right back into an eerily similarly cyan iris.

"AHHH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"AHHH!" the other screamed tandem.

The two lunged their necks in opposite directions, only drifting a foot from each other before – like an elastic band – the pair colliding right back into one another; smashing their muzzles together in a brutal eskimo kiss. Falling to the ground, dazed and confused. Fluttershy shook off her daze, as did the other, and the mare was left bugeyed at what was right before her.

Her eyes didn't trace, rather, she looked over the entirety of what was before in disbelieving surprise. It was her, well, a part of her anyway. From her collar there outstretched a second neck, windpipe and all. It was seamless, as if it had been apart of her from birth.The amateur veterinarian's pink mane was also worn by the caput beside her. Identical blue eyes, the same yellow fur and the exact expression of dubiousness.

"What have I done..." Fluttershy squeaked with a whimper. Why did I hesitate? Now look at me. What am I going to do, she thought, upset; sadness wanting to force itself into her so that is could come out again in crying sobs. As the first sniffle sounded from her nose, she felt something rubbing against her neck, a soft and affectionate touch. "W-what," she tripped over the word, as if her mind fell over a loose stone. The adjoined head nuzzled into her cheek, warm and caring. Fluttershy was confused. "Why?" she asked, but it... she, didn't stop.

"Because I know why I am here," she answered softly, eyes parting slightly to look Fluttershy in the eyes, "do you?"

Fluttershy was lost, both on the question and her other's eyes. Was she a narcissist for doing this? She hoped not... but she knew why she was here, what her purpose was, why she dipped her head into the pool in the first place. "B-because I want to be loved," she replied, simply and softly; near breathlessly.

"And that's what I'll do." her other replied, inching closer to her."Love you."

"You will?" Fluttershy uttered the question in a whisper, becoming acutely aware of how close the other's lips were to her.

"Forever and fully," the other replied, resolute despite the quietness of her voice, and quickly connected their lips into a delicate kiss.

Fluttershy was wide eyed. Her lips didn't part, but she didn't back away either. She felt no tongue poke and vie for entry into her maw, the connection wasn't sexual in the slightest or even passionate, it was simply a display of love or affection. Fluttershy knew if she parted her teeth, there would no going back. She would officially made out with 'herself,' a display of egotism that'd make even Trixie blush. However, she couldn't deny the quaintness of kissing. She already grew fond of sharing her personal space with another, even if my 'other' she meant herself. Closing her eyes, she tentatively parted her lips; her inexperienced tongue being the first to prod at her other's lips.

The other half of her welcomed her, not eagerly or reluctantly, she just did as Fluttershy would. Fluttershy's cheeks pinked when she heard the sound of smacking lips enter her ears for the first time. She took solace in the fact that she wouldn't be criticised for her lack of skill as she never practised with another, nor could she criticise the tongue wrestling with her own, as this was the first she ever fought. Soon enough she began to kiss even more deeply, as if on instinct – she would never admit to herself that it due to her own growing lust – and soon the dual moans of the two Fluttershys echoed in the cavern; blushes appearing on four cheeks.

Fluttershy broke the kiss, panting, spittle moistening his lips. She felt something uncomfortable grow beneath her, a hardness she – and no doubt her adjoined counterpart – was extremely familiar with. They both parted lips at the same time, shyly looking away from one another; cheeks becoming a furious shade of pink. Fluttershy felt her breaths quicken, exhaling rattling spits of air from her nostrils and she saw the twin in the same state. She was aroused now, shifting uncomfortably atop the stiffness pressing against her stomach. Despite wanting this moment to ensue into what some would call 'depravity', she couldn't bring herself to say anything, and looking anywhere but the eyes vying for her attention.

It was then she felt something unexpected press against her cheek: a hoof. Her own hoof, yet not quite. She both felt in control and at the same time not, the limb sharing both the sensations of general numbness as well as pins and needles equally. She brought the hoof away from her own cheek, feeling the unpleasant feelings pass. She was nearly confounded by it, then she realised it made sense in a weird way. They both possessed a mind yet shared one body. It wouldn't be fair if she got full control, would it?

Fluttershy soon realised despite being the same mind, they weren't of the same line of thought. As she looked into the eyes of the other, she saw an immense love, yet alongside it was a eros driven by the passion that brewed internally. There was a longing in her eyes, Fluttershy could see it, and a desperate plea for reciprocation. Biting her lip, both instinctively on the basis of lust and the slight ebbing of guilt, she rolled onto her back. The yellow mottled stallionhood lay contrastingly up the length of her feminine stomach, and trailing down the entire eight inch length one would arrive at a pair of plump testes, each the side of an apple; laid over a tight pink virgin slit.

"Can I?" she heard the other's voice ask softly, breath against her cheek.

"Yes," Fluttershy agreed promptly, leaning toward the conjoined head and locking lips; feeling the numbness return to her left hoof but all feelings of reluctance fade.

When she felt the hoof press into the side of her cock, her hind hooves quivered with pleasure. It felt shy of being touched by a stranger's hoof, and after many solo sessions of pathetic gratification, having something close to a foreign hoof felt exquisite. She sat herself up, kissing the other mare all the while; a hoof continuing to jack off to the shared rod, Fluttershy moaning into her twin's gullet. She took poured some courage into her mouth, sending her tongue to wrestle back against the other, but the idea was copied by the other. Prompting a standstill of the lines, each tongue coiled around the other in between their mouths, never pushing too far into the other. Neither assumed the role of sub or dom, which was ironically appropriate. Fluttershy wouldn't know which role to assume in the bedroom, catering to her nature or the wants of her lover. Instead, assuming both positions, pushing and retreating from her lover's mouth just as her lover did.

Fluttershy noticed something, becoming aware of a noise that was absent from her ears. Aside from her own, she didn't hear her partner's grunts of pleasure. She parted their lips. "Doesn't it feel good?" she asked, ignoring the strokes on her dick.

The other gave a tiny frown. "I can't feel all of it," the other head spoke tentatively, before creasing the space between her brows and putting on a smile. "B-but that's okay so long as you feel good."

Fluttershy frowned, ignoring the hoof that continued to idly stroke up and down her cock. "But it's not fair..." she muttered, looking to the hoof that stroked her... before her eyes parted wide in realisation. "I know!" she blurted, haphazardly rolling back onto her stomach climbing back onto her hooves.

"W-what?" the other asked, brow arched, although Fluttershy didn't stop to answer her query.

The veterinarian began submerging herself into the pool, first her heads, hooves; extending her wings so that they remained free of the pool. She keep her hind hooves plastered to the dry rim of the pool, submerging all just shy of her tail dock; her member put under the sensation of the pool's water for as long as Fluttershy could hold her breath, before her wings assisted with yanking herself free from the blue waters of the pool. Landing onto her back, panting.

"Did it work?" Fluttershy asked, panting for air.

"Did what wo- oooh," the other trailed off, her head falling back onto the rock floor of the chamber.

Fluttershy then felt it, feeling a soft flesh cylinder throb against her own meaty column. She looked to her cock, now in a pair, joined by a second equally long and just as twitchy shaft beside it. She reached down, prodding the one to her left and feeling it twitch in response, sending pleasure throughout her core. Then, with the same hoof, she touched the right; smiling at the moan emanating from her twin's mouth. Now they could both have some fun.

Immediately they both knew what to do. They were of the same ind afterall. They locked mouths, Fluttershy with her hoof and the twin with hers, crossed over their limbs and began to stroke the assigned members. Each deft brush summoning moans from each of the mare's throats, now confident, their vocal displays of bliss were load and frequently interrupted their make out session before they joined at the mouth again. There was something she liked about bringing pleasure to another. Then again, it was likely the same feelings of joy she felt at bringing a smile to another or bringing an animal back to full health. It felt good. As equally good as having her cock stimulated by a hoof now that she thought about it. Although she had read enough of Rarity's romance novels – something which she would fervently deny if probed about – to know what feels even better than a hoof.

Without a word, she turned on her side, the pool at her back. Like a dog, she raised one of her hind legs and lowered her head toward one of the twin snakes, parting her mouth wide to receive her twin's cock. There was no reluctance as she did so. Her own member prodded against her chin as the crown of the twitching sex passed through her lips. Her ears twitched at the heighten volume of her twin's moans as her inexperienced tongue circled around the broad flat head of the cock in her mouth. She slurped and sucked rather than take more of it past her lips, she wasn't flexible enough for that but her partner didn't seem to mind. Fluttershy closed her eyes when the first bead of pre made contact with her tongue, moaning around the stallionhood at the taste, her tongue lapping the tip eagerly for more of the nectarlike substance.

Unfortunately Fluttershy couldn't savour the taste for much longer, parting from the dick with a gasp. Her conjoined twin immediately seized the opportunity to repay her kindness, snaking toward her spit-less member with furrowed brows and wide mouth. She was determined, Fluttershy couldn't deny that. But she had little time to refuse out of politeness and continue to service her clone, as she already reared her head back to release a sudden groan from the bliss that enveloped her pride. She had taken her cock into her own mouth many times but just like a stranger's hoof, another's mouth accelerated the pleasure to heights she never thought possible. The sporadic lashes of the tongue, the occasional teet like suckle and feeling of moist suction was enough to render Fluttershy nearly mindless from ecstasy. The sounds of sucking conjoined with her moans created a lewd song that bounced off the walls of the chamber, edging forth a familiar tightness around Fluttershy's nuts that she no doubt her adjoined twin felt also.

She alternated with clone, sucking each other's cocks in tandem, sharing a churning nut sack that was ready to blow within an instant. Hooves joined tongues, stroking and massaging into the turgid flesh of the duel fucksticks; coaxing the seed to come firing out into their mouths and onto their muzzles. It was Fluttershy's turn when she felt the familiar tightening around her pelvis, feeling the cock flare in her mouth and throb; pumping out cum into her maw and ballooning out her cheeks. Her twin threw her head back with a breathless moan, a few shots of semen striping chest and neck, their shared body relaxing backwards...

Falling right into the pool.

There was a moment of panicked flailing and splashes, a duo of surprised yelps and no doubt a ruined orgasm before they disappeared under the water. They submerged a mere moment later, getting spat back out onto the pool's edge; panic in their eyes as they splayed out on the ground. The duo of heads looked to their right and left respectively, cheeks pulled back into a nervous expression. Shortly after, they walked out. Not another Fluttershy, the same amalgamation that Fluttershy was currently. Fluttershy felt the panic resurface in her chest at the sight of herself.

However, upon looking at them, Fluttershy noted something about their expressions. Pure. Unadulterated. Lust. It made sense, now that she thought about it. Love was on her mind when she dipped her head into the water, but sex was on her brain when she fell in... and panic, yet the pool seem to take into account her twin erections rather than the fear in her eyes.

"H-hello?" Fluttershy's voice tripped, cheek pulled back into a nervous smile.

Rather than reply, the two heads of the clone flashed looks to one another, wearing smiles that Fluttershy couldn't remember wearing herself at any point in her life. She looked downward, seeing the two pulsating members twitch and throb with desire under the body of her twin. She glanced back up, and saw their eyes no longer looked into her own and the head beside her, instead to her flank; grinning lecherously.

"I think they want to..." the head beside her trailed off into a whisper, "make love."

Fluttershy swallowed, meeting the other head, bringing her eyes off the pair behind her. "I don't think that's the right word for what they want to do to us," Fluttershy offered, "I think they want to fu- eep!"

There was a sudden weight pressed onto her back, two intruding members prodding at her cunt and back door; and two mouths chewing on her wings. The sensation hit her so abruptly she didn't try to shake them off, feeling the positively electric sensation of her wings being stimulated course throughout her. She felt one's teeth at the joint on her left, her teeth lightly grinding into the skin and bone; the other's lips pressed into humerus, gnawing and stimulating the sensitive nerves that coursed covered the entirety of her wing. Her rear hooves quivered, she bit her lip in delight, as did the twin beside her; the twin dicks beneath her leaking pre, her flower beginning to leak nectar.

Soon, the prodding cocks began to push against both of her entrances, a little more force than they were before. Fluttershy braced herself, aware of the potential pain that would arise from the loss of her virginity, both vaginal and anal. However, at that moment in time, she could not imagine losing it to anyone else. She felt one of her hooves get wrapped up in another. Cracking open an eye she saw she was holding herself, or rather, her second half was reassuringly holding her; face similarly tightened into an nervousness.

She hissed with pain. First one cock pushed into her folds, spreading apart her walls and wrapping the intruder within a vice like embrace. Meanwhile, the second cock which intruded at her cavity finally pushed in, softly - a horny Fluttershy was still Fluttershy – and the grip around her hoof tightened. Finally after what seemed like hours it finally penetrated into her rectum, the tight grip of Fluttershy's ass prompting a sharp exhale from its owner: the head right above her own, who then leaned down, taking the mare's ear between her teeth.

Fluttershy was surprised that such a thing was in her instinct. That she would possess something so feral as biting the ear to keep her still. As the pair of cocks inched inside her, pained and pleasured moans from reverberated off the rock walls, and after a few moments the pain utterances subsided entirely.

Fluttershy quickly began to adore having her cunny being spread apart. And she wasn't even at the good part. She felt nice and full in both holes, making her feel akin to being nice and warm on a cold winter's night. She pushed back against the two penises, making the throbbing sexes reach deeper inside her. She felt one of the thick members press against her cervix, the cock a perfect fit. The one in her ass felt like an intruder, but there was something to be liked about the fullness it brought her that she couldn't deny. She liked it. So lost in the sensation was she that she barely registered the muzzle prodding her cheek.

She looked beside her, seeing a parted mouth and short for breath expression of her twin. "Kiss me," she requested, just as they both squealed out a moan; the members lodged in their shared holes being dragged out, their twin crowns scraping pleasurably along the walls of both fuckholes. Fluttershy locked lips with her identical counterpart, wrestling tongues and allowing their moans to collide with one another. They both grunted when the dual shafts thrusted back in, hilting themselves deep, twitching and throbbing with their owners heartbeat. Fluttershy was burdened with a myriad of sensations. From her wings to her holes and the hooves exploring her body despite the fact the doers knew every inch of her just like they knew themselves. Soon enough, driven by pleasure Fluttershy supposed, the two cocks began to pump in and out of her at a steady pace, leaving quickly but pushing in deeply and slowly. There was distinct lack of ferocity in the movements. It wasn't at all like Fluttershy had read about, and thinking on it all her lips curved into a smile as she made out with herself... although she didn't doubt that if she were to think back on this, a raised brow would not be absent.

Soon the weigh on her back increased, the hooves that were formerly exploring her wrapped around her tenderly, the two mouths went from gnawing to delicate kisses on the back of the neck; their thrusting now faster but not as deep. Now they're making love, Fluttershy thought, breaking her kiss with the head next to her and looking behind herself and into sensual eyes. She began making on with one of the two heads on the body laying atop her, feeling a cock twitch in her ass as she fought tongues with the clone. It wasn't long before they all alternated make-out partners, messy tongues and uncoordinated kisses leaving all muzzles wet with spit. Soon, Fluttershy felt a pulsation in her holes that she had only felt in her hooves and recently in her mouth. This spurned on her own throbbing, her holes clenching tightly around the cocks planted in them; her balls churned, ready to release yet another batch of cum. They increased the speed of their thrusting, for the last stretch. Smacks became louder than moans, the tight walls they were fucking could not keep them embedded

"Cumming!" they all broke their kisses, simultaneously squeaking out the exclamation of their impending orgasm. Fluttershy felt filled beyond capacity, feeling the warm sticky load filling her womb and ass, meanwhile her twin shafts flexed beneath her; her stomach pressing into a pool of rapidly expanding cum. Her body went stiff, wings twitching, gasping out the breath in her lungs and simply was unable to moan out her bliss. The four heads all shared their silent ecstasy, seconds passed yet the feeling seemed to last an eternity, the cocktail of lost virginities coagulating into a perfect silence.

Soon after their bodies went limp, smiles on all four of their faces. Fluttershy, in her state of resting; head nuzzled against the cheek of the that closest to her, not caring for what tomorrow would bring. Only for the now. And now she was happy...

How she was going to explain this to her friends she had no idea.

Author's Note

Not my last fiction with Fluttershy. I have one another in the works but it's less... cloppy, than this. As of now, this is my last clopfic for sometime, and I'll be more dedicated to SFW fictions. As you could probably tell from reading this my heart wasn't entirely in it and for that I apologize to the requester and my followers for what I view as sub-par work. However, I may break that abruptly depending on how strong my desire to write the sequel to Am I Confused is. Additionally, no more requests for the foreseeable future. Thank you, and good day. Also, happy new year.