Fluttershy Wants Inside Your Cock

by bkill25

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Fetish, Other, Fluttershy
Length: 2735

Fluttershy gets straight to the point—among other things.

Fluttershy gets straight to the point—among other things.

Published 2017-12-30 01:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-12-30 01:50:06 UTC

Is This Your Fetish, Flutterpriest?

Fluttershy Wants Inside Your Cock
Or; 'Why Fetishes Are Important an Interspecies Relationship - A Literary Study', an abomination of fiction written by ALT, dedicated to Flutterpriest.

"Fluttershy, this is really fucking weird."

"What could be so wrong about this, Anon?"

"For starters, I've got you in the palm of my hand." You shake your head, settling your eyes on the tiny equine. "Literally, you are sitting in my palm!"

You had been holding the hand with the mare before your face for the past few moments, at first to figure out whatever-the-fuck this yellow thing is, now to talk with the mare who wanted your cock—once again, quite literally.

"Oh, my!" Fluttershy says, rubbing her rump against your skin. "I hope my butt isn't too heavy for you to hold."

"Fluttershy, you're like, an inch tall."

"That doesn't make my butt any smaller!" She stands up, turns around, and starts waving her flank before your face. You sigh, the wind of your breath blowing up her pink tail, and you gaze upon something you rather not see.

"Of course it fucking does!" you say, hoping she's too distracted shaking her ass to notice you blushing. "If your body shrinks, then that makes every part of you smaller. Your ass is tiny compared to your ass when your normal size."

"...would you have preferred it if I shrunk everything but my butt?"

You raise your other hand, raising your fingers to her flank, flicking it. Fluttershy tumbles to the center of your palm, taking a few moments to collect her barrings, before rubbing a hoof on the spot you had flicked. She looks back to you, her eyes wide, exuding an air of pained innocence.

You know better than to fall for her bullshit.

"I would have preferred it if you left me the fuck alone," you say. You being to walk around the bedroom of your apartment, feeling Fluttershy jostled around your palm, more than likely dazed from quick, giant movements. As far as you're concerned, it serves the bitch right for ruining your Sunday.

You reach your Lazyboy chair, it seated at the corner of the room, and your boxer clad bottom hits the fabric. In the same swift movement, you pull back the handle on the right of the chair, causing the leg rest to come up. You then rest your legs on it—big fucking surprise.

"Well forgive me for thinking macrophilia is your fetish!" Fluttershy shouts from her palm, having risen back to her hooves. They feel nice as they shift atop your skin. "Now I'm stuck like this unless I get the antidote, and you're going to help me!"

"Do I have to?" you whine, leaning back into the recliner. "Can't I just set you outside and let some hawk mistake you for mice?"

"You failed to give me your love, so I shrunk myself to see if that would earn your love." Fluttershy falls to her rump, the duo impact feeling very nice, though you keep your expression stoic. She begins to whimper. "Oh ever do I wonder how Celestia would feel about this! One of her loyal ponies, shrunk in such a cruel world, to remain that size forever because the human she did it for has denied her."

"You're a piece of shit," you groan.

"I'll be one if it makes you love me."

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. "I'll pass." You roll your eyes. "So how do we get you to normal size and out my fucking home?"

Fluttershy stands up again, glee across her face—the bitch is planning something yet again. "It's simple. All I have to do is go inside your cock."

"What!?"

Fluttershy flicks her mane aside, batting her eyelashes at you; too bad they're too small for you to see. "Oh silly Anon, it won't hurt." She giggles into her hoof. "In fact, it's going to make you feel really good."

You fail to see how a pony in your cock could ever feel good. How the fuck did you get into this mess again? Oh well, Fluttershy is crazy, that's for sure, but having a tiny pony in your hand is making you crazily horny, so you're up for some crazy shit. Just some one-time shit: don't want peeps thinking this is your fetish.

"If I let you do this," you say, raising your index finger before the pony, "you have to promise not to tell anyone, especially your Princess."

"Ok, Anon." Fluttershy reaches out for your fingers, resting her forehooves upon it for support, nuzzling her face against your skin. Her fur felt amazing, and you knew then and there that this mare was fucking dangerous. "It'll be out little secret." She giggles, pulling back, looking up at your giant face. "Get it, little? Because I'm a little pony?"

You restrain from facepalm with the hand she's on; easy enough way to kill her, though.

"Oh, I'm going to fucking regret this." You lower the hand she's on to your crotch, allowing her a few moments to hop off and onto your boxers. Even at her miniature size, you can still make out the predatory grin stretching across her muzzle.

"This should be the other way around," you say, watching the pony trek further up your boxer, "but can you please be fuckin' gentle with my cock? The worst its endured is being choked by my right hand."

"Oh, but of course!" Fluttershy says while she looks up to you, placing her rump just before the slit to your boxers. "Big Anon could do whatever he pleases to little ol' me, but small Anon..." Her forehooves slip into your boxers; it doesn't take them long to come across your prize. "...he's someone I have total control over."

You feel her tiny hooves brush against your foreskin (thank the god that doesn't think taking a knife to your cock is a good idea), sliding around the barrel of your dick and lifting it upward. She strains to lift your penis, which makes you happy for a moment, before that happiness is crushed by the fact that the horse is only an inch tall.

You frown as your cock pops out from your boxers.

"Aren't we the big boy!" Fluttershy says upon falling onto her back, more than likely enjoying the view of your cock towering over her. For most of your life, you've wondered the size of your cock, and that fact that it barely towers over an inch tall creature sends some negative thoughts to your brain. "I hope you're ready for a good time, Anon!"

You're not. You've given up all hope and have locked yourself in a downward spiral of depression thoughts—most of them involving your cock. Then, something happens—oh fuck, it's my job as a narrator to describe the shit that's happening. I should probably stop using so many fucking dashes.

Shit. Alright. Rewind.

Fluttershy stands just before your towering cock, looking up and down its length from behind her pink mane, her tongue splitting apart her lips—ever hear of run-on sentences before? Fluttershy rears up onto her hind legs, allowing herself to fall forward and to be caught by the underside of your dick. You can feel her, the fur of her chest rubbing against you, and the rub of her forehooves wrapping around your girth.

You try to suppress a moan, but the bitch catches on quick.

"Are you enjoying this, Anon?" Fluttershy says, throwing the rest of her body against your cock. She begins to rub herself up and down your small length, but you're to awash by bliss to sweat your insecurities. "A pony smaller than your pride of joy, rubbing her soft body against your hardness."

You can feel the fur of her chest caress the skin you're most striven about, sending you into internal conflict: do you want this pony to snuggle against your cock or quicken the fuckin' pace? Your left hand chooses the latter, taking hold of your favorite appendage, trapping the mare under it against your palm.

"Um, A-Anon?" Fluttershy squeaks, feeling her coat shift against the skin of your palm. You 'unintentionally' grip your shaft tighter. "What are you doing?"

"We need to get you nice and big, right?" you say, trying not to snicker. "I doubt a tiny horse like you could get me off all by herself, so why don't I give you a helping hand?"

Fluttershy's body quivers both against your palm and cock; you wonder if delighting in the sensation makes you a bad person. Eh, fuck it—the situation is already gray enough that every threshold has already been passed—so enjoy yourself and explain everything to the cops later.

"Hope you're ready, Fluttershy!" You tighten your grasp and hear a squeak. You smile, beginning to move your hand. "Who knows? Maybe you'll feel just as good as I will."

You fuckin doubt it, but you don't fuckin care—its the reason why fuckin has appeared consistently.

You hand moves up on your shaft, stretching your foreskin forward, intensifying the pressure underside. Hooves press into your penis in the vain attempt to push it away, only for them to sink into the skin. You pull down—another squeak—and feel Fluttershy's tail brush against your ball sack. You leave Fluttershy there for a moment, letting her ample rump sit upon one of your testicles, feeling her body shake as she tries to break away—revenge for always breaking into your apartment.

You jerk your hand upwards, starling the mare into flailing her hooves, allowing you to press her an inch more into your cock. Her entire body is pressed against it now, from the side of her face down to her split hindlegs (all of which currently wrapping around your dick). You had total control over Fluttershy now, meaning it was time to enact mach speeds.

"Anon-MWF—" You begin to jerk the gherkin, to slay the dragon with a mighty blade, to say hi to Mr. Sam and pet his little lamb, to shake hands with the ham cucumber with a five knuckle shuffle, to get your freak on with an element of kindness, to train your train, to energize your stayin' power, to slam the salmon, to beat your meat (du-dud-dud-du!), and finally, but most important of all:

To masturbate.

With a tiny pony.

You really are a twisted fuck.

"Oh yeah, that's nice." Your strokes attain a solid rhythm. You close your eyes to fully intake the sensation of the tiny body pressed against your cock, when, all of the sudden, you feel some movements from the mare. You think, at first, that's she's fighting against the current once again, but one crack of the eye downward speaks of anything but.

Fluttershy's hooves hold onto your dick, her mane and tail spilling out between the cracks of your fingers, and if you squinted, you could see that her eyes were closed and her hips were humping upward against your cock. You imagine she must be feeling one hell of a rug-burn, but that same treatment is still applicable down below.

You smile. Fluttershy's enjoying this just as much—you save this info in the case of rape charges being brought up against you.

Fluttershy's humping drives you horny beyond belief as you begin to jerk off at speed capable of making a sonic rain-boom. Maybe you would even jizz Skittles, but that's an experiment for another time.

You moan, reaching your apex in speed. "F-Fluttershy...you...mmmm...ready for the grand slam?"

Fluttershy's body trashes widely against your cock. It's not consent; it's as close to a yes as you're going to get. You jerk off with the tiny pony, feeling a pressure build at the base of your shaft, building and building until you can hold it back no more: you slide the mare to the tip of your dick and explode in her face.

You cry, tilting your head back, letting your eyes close and your hand drop, feeling the pony hold onto the end of your cock for dear life. You're in too much bliss to care for is she falls, or if your cum fills her lungs.

Silence. Absolute fuckin silence, except for your heavy ass panting. You stay like this for quite some time, the afterglow of your orgasm and the sticky pony trying to pull herself up on your tip, giving you a sense of power that was nonexistent back in the real world. Finally, though, you feel Fluttershy clamber up, and you open an eye.

You're slightly repulsed by what you see.

"No no no!" Fluttershy cries from atop your dick, sucking off the white from her yellow hooves. "Why aren't I pregnant? I've drunk enough cum!"

You narrow your eyes as your head recoils. "Uh, Fluttershy?"

She looked up at your giant form; face scrunched up in anger. "What is it, Anon?!"

"You...you do know that females don't get pregnant from eating a lot of cum, right?" you say, unsure if you should be divulging such information to your stalker. "That's not how, uh, baby-making works?"

"And how would you know?"

Ouch. That must of hurt, but at least the bitch has shown her true colors. You knew every-time she hid behind her mane it was just to invent some twisted shit.

"Because people, ponies, or whatever the fuck just know these things!" you say, your tone carrying the weight of your wounded pride. "Semen has to enter the vagina, from there, they fight to fertilize your egg, then whoever wins has to wait nine months in order to be born."

"...so eating enough semen that your belly bloats like it has a baby in it isn't how you get pregnant?"

"Fuck no!" you say, rubbing the hand you just jerked off with against your face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Ah, sweet irony.

"B-But the doctor said that I'm infertile!" she cries, lowering her hind legs over the tip of your cock once more. You raise an eyebrow. "That my chances of conceiving your baby are one out of millions! I don't want to live without having any kids, Anon!"

Fluttershy's now hanging from your cock, making you very confused. You look past her, at the height from your crotch to the chair, and you realize the height could kill her, or at the very least, break some bones that would stop you two from boning.

"Fluttershy," you say in a tired cry, "are you threatening suicide from my cock?"

She nods, her small lips quivering. "A mare has to do what she must for validation and unlimited seamen."

"Well killing yourself doesn't do any of that!" you say, not daring to move your hands, lest she jumps. "It'll just have a bunch of pissed off Princesses on my non-existent tail." An idea strikes, one you will cum to regret. "You would have better luck crawling inside my cock and making love to my testicles. Way more efficient use of your time that way."

Fluttershy's ears puff up.

Oh, no.

A grin stretches across her muzzle.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You feel her hind legs slip inside the extremely tight tunnel of your urethra.

This isn't fucking happening.

Fluttershy bears a shit-eating grin as she slides her lower body inside your cock. "Hope you, ah, enjoy this as much as I do, Anon." She winks, and you know you're fucked: you also know that cock-vore isn't your fetish. "See you on the inside!"

Her face sinks inside your cock as it begins to swallow her whole, a bugle pressing out from within your shaft, and you daren't touch it in fear of making things worse than what it already is. The sensation is weird, the pressure in your cock scares you into thinking it may explode, but the feeling of being filled makes you wonder if this is what having a pussy feels like.

You suddenly feel filled. Fluttershy reaches the beginning of your cock, falling into your ball sack. You cringe at her movement, especially when her hooves glide across one of your precious orbs. You had no fuckin clue how to feel about any of this.

But, of course, the freak that is Fluttershy knew what to feel, when she began to hump your compact ball of semen.

"Alright, Anon!" Fluttershy's voice says from your ball-sack. "Time for round two!"