Our Sacred Spot

The lamp on Pinkie's nightstand cast a glowing oasis into the stormy shadows. Pinkie's fuchsia mane stuck out between Fluttershy's thighs while she lavished her long neglected valley with affection. Trembling and squeaking with joy, Fluttershy arched her back and humped against Pinkie's muzzle as another surge of electric tremors ravaged her feeble body. The throbbing ecstasy came hard and fast, and Fluttershy could only flail and struggle against the mattress with her outstretched wings. Pinkie's sweet caresses brought peace and sent Fluttershy floating above blissful clouds that stretched forever into the citrus sky. Mist billowed around her delicate wings, almost as soft as Pinkie's face against her inner thighs, and the dreadful storm Fluttershy had delivered to their village faded away.

Fluttershy could almost imagine slipping free from guilt and doubt. Maybe she could be more like Pinkie. Maybe she could let her old fears dissolve in this wonderful warmth, even if she looked ridiculous with her legs spread open and her face contorted with delight.

Booming thunder shattered her fantasy, and the pleasure twisted into a pang. “Stop, stop,” Fluttershy begged. “Too much.”

Pinkie crawled up the bed with sensual glee and kissed her so hard on the mouth Fluttershy plunged back into the pillow. Fluttershy's tangy desire dripped from Pinkie's lips and swirled between their tongues. Incessant pants escaped Fluttershy's mouth as she recovered from her second peak of their reunion. Pinkie rubbed Fluttershy's reddening chest with approval. “Look at you. So much more confident than when we first started.”

The punishing storm raged outside and stripped leaves from the trees while thunder rumbled over the horizon. Fluttershy whimpered and clung to Pinkie's warmth.

“This is a good day to stay inside and snuggle,” Pinkie said. “Though if you ask me a little rain ain't so bad. A warm summer shower cleanses the soul.”

“I thought you wanted us to be dirty.”

Pinkie giggled and played with Fluttershy's disheveled mane. “No matter where I went on my party tour, everyone was super open-minded about our message. I think underneath Equestria's happy candy coating there's a lot of bitterness out there. I met so many ponies struggling to pay for rent, school, medicine, you name it. Parents are depressed from watching their kids move halfway across the country just to get a job. Plenty of ponies work so hard they don't have time to make friends. Some of them couldn't pinpoint what's wrong, they just knew something was off, that Equestria is heading down the wrong path. But all of them were ready to stand up and be counted. So uhh, that's good news, I guess?”

“Maybe that's why they love your parties so much. They're searching for something that's missing. Some kind of connection.”

“You're not wrong,” Pinkie said with a hint of regret. “If I can convince a lonely crowd to talk to their neighbors and make some friends, I've done my job. But I haven't lived up to my cutie mark in a long time. Nowadays I'm more like a distraction.”

“Sometimes a distraction is exactly what someone needs. I could never entertain ponies like you do. All those judging eyes studying your every movement, waiting for you to slip up and fail... It's too much. But not for you. Somehow you always bring out the best in everyone.”

Pinkie shared a gentle smile that bridged the gap between two profoundly different mares. Fluttershy leaned closer for another kiss, but Pinkie bolted upright and sprang out of bed. “Oh, I almost forgot! On my trip I purchased a plethora of perverted paraphernalia.” Pinkie bounced to her closet, threw open the doors, and dragged out a blue and yellow chest. “This is the pretty box I keep my toys in before I stick them in my dirty box.” She lifted the lid, bent down with her bottom in the air, and at the end of the bed she stacked a collection of rubber and silicone playthings molded into the most bewildering shapes.

“That's uh… a lot of toys. I just use my hoof. Sometimes a pillow.”

Pinkie held a thick shaft that wobbled as she waved it around. “When you paddle your pink canoe up the stream of desire it's way easier if you have a fancy oar that vibrates. And has bumps on it. And if it's curved juuust right.”

Fluttershy's eyes widened. “What in Equestria is that?”

Pinkie picked up an abomination of mismatched multi-shafted rainbow erections that looked like a tree of crooked penises. “This puppy is called The Hydra. Great for parties.”

Fluttershy snapped her thighs shut. “It looks like a torture device.”

“Heeheee, only if you use it right! Then you could totally make someone beg for mercy and spill their secrets. Among other things.”

Pinkie sorted through the pile with a perverse twinkle in her eyes. “Here we go. This is supposed to be perfect for hitting the G-Spot! Yummy!” Pinkie showed off a sky blue dildo that looked like someone left chocolate out in the sun until it melted and curved back into itself.

“I'd love to try this out with you,” Pinkie said. “Doesn't that sound fun?”

“You want to use that? On my, uh, G-Spot?”

Pinkie twirled the blue toy in her hooves like a baton. “We've only been dipping our hooves in the water, if you know what I mean. You're ready to swim in the deep end.”

“M-Maybe I should wear a life jacket and water wings.”

“And I'll be the lifeguard.” Pinkie rolled the device onto Fluttershy's chest. “Check it out. It's nifty.”

The silicone surface was smoother than powdered silk, which provided some comfort, but the design was still so unusual. Only the rounded head gleamed with obvious purpose. The shaft's elongated “S” shape would hinder the normal path of lovemaking and didn't make any sense. Maybe she was missing something.

“What's wrong?” Pinkie asked. Her eyes lit up with concern. “Oh no. I wasn't thinking. You've had lousy experiences with this kinda thing. I mean, going inside. Penetration. Is that right?”

“Well… yes. I've been with some guys who rushed me. They went too deep too soon. And when I complained they made me second guess myself. But that doesn't matter anymore. I know you'll be gentle.”

Pinkie wrapped their hooves together. “We go at the pace you want. Always.”

“That means more than you know. Or I guess you would know. That's the benefit of being with another mare.”

“You'd think mares would be more understanding than stallions since we have the same squishy bits and all. But I've been with some mares who… Yeah. Let's not worry about them. Let's focus on us.”

The toy rolled to the side as they leaned into a hopeful kiss that pulled them ever closer. Pinkie ran a hoof along Fluttershy's side and slipped between her thighs. “Hold up,” Fluttershy said. “What I'm actually wondering about is, um… Let's pretend I didn't remember what the G-Spot was exactly. Could you remind me?”

Pinkie's ears drooped and she hugged Fluttershy again. “I'm so sorry.”

Fluttershy squeaked as Pinkie constricted her with the strength of a python. “About what?”

“About everything. The state of the world. You and me. That you were discouraged from learning about your body for so long. Every mare should know about this.”

Fluttershy wiggled out of her grasp. “That's sweet and all, but you're making me feel like a weirdo for not knowing.”

“I'm sorry about that too.”

Fluttershy giggled and nudged Pinkie's shoulder. “I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to tell me about this spot.”

A faraway look filled Pinkie's eyes while she spoke with a hushed reverence. “The G-Spot is a magical place that awakens a mare's most heartfelt passions. It's our sacred spot.”

“Sounds serious. I get how some ponies view sex as a mystical experience, like connecting with your inner nature and all, but… I dunno. That seems a bit much.”

A provocative smile teased across Pinkie's face. “The closest you'll get to heaven on Earth is a G-Spot massage.”

“You might be overselling it just a teeny bit.”

“Every mare is different, so maybe you'll prefer something else. The G-Spot is funny, though. It's like a net that catches all your crazy emotions, so don't be surprised if this dredges up unpleasant memories. There's a process, and you have to work with it.”

“But what is it?”

Pinkie went to work piling the rest of the toys back into the chest. “It's like a special nerve? Or maybe the backside of your clitty? Yeah, that's right, it's your clitty's butt!”

“Uh-huh. And what does the G stand for?”

“Oh, you'll find out soon enough.”

“You won't just tell me?”

“Okay, okay, fair enough,” Pinkie said, settling back into bed. “The G in G-Spot stands for… Gouda.”

Fluttershy let out a long sigh.

“Don't believe me? Just wait. You'll be moaning that it feels so Gouda!”

Fluttershy picked up a purple pillow and threw it against Pinkie's face, and before her surprised friend could recover Fluttershy dove on top. They both giggled as they kissed and nuzzled each other, their tails intertwined while they rolled across the bed. Pinkie gained an advantage, pressed Fluttershy into the mattress, and looked down with a devious smile. “You're so soft and adorablicious I could just gobble you up.” Fluttershy squealed as Pinkie blew a raspberry against her neck and peppered her cheeks with kisses. “I'd love to show you what you've been missing.”

Experience taught that Pinkie's whimsical ravings often held a kernel of truth, and the toy's peculiar design couldn't be for naught. Fluttershy surrendered to her curiosity and met Pinkie's eager eyes. “I'm ready. Take me on an adventure.”

Pinkie fetched an orange towel from the closet and laid it across the mattress. “Scooch your hiney.”

“What's this for?”

“Don't worry! You won't even need it. Probably.”

Fluttershy evened out the bumps in the towel and rested on it. “You know what makes me worry? Telling me not to worry.”

“Sometimes when a mare gets her G-Spot rubbed she shows some extra appreciation. No big deal.”

“I'll try not to make a mess,” Fluttershy said as she fidgeted with the frayed ends of the towel. “I can't imagine how embarrassing that would be.”

Pinkie caressed the gentle curves of Fluttershy's flank. “If you want this to work you can't hold anything back. At some point you'll need to abandon yourself to feelings you may not understand, and then live with whatever happens. And if you want to know a secret, sometimes I've been a little messy.”

“Really?”

“The bigger the mess the more fun you had, that's what I say anyway. Just try to relax, okay?”

Fluttershy sank back into the pillows and let out a long exhale. “This is me being totally relaxed and not worried at all.”

Pinkie gave a playful smack to Fluttershy's cutie mark that sent vibrations down her leg. “That's the spirit!” She opened her nightstand drawer, pulled out the familiar tube of clear gel, and applied a healthy squirt across the toy's length.

Fluttershy snaked a hoof between her legs and dipped the edge into her cunny, drawing back a long sticky strand. “If I get much wetter we'll float away.” Pinkie gripped Fluttershy's foreleg, licked across the messy hoof with her greedy tongue, and swallowed Fluttershy's dirty honey with confidence.

“I missed you,” Pinkie said. “I thought about you every night when I climbed into bed. Sometimes I slept at an inn, sometimes in someone's spare bedroom, but I always dreamed how we would celebrate when I came home.”

“Show me,” Fluttershy said breathlessly. “I need you.”

Pinkie journeyed below and positioned herself between Fluttershy's outstretched thighs with the dildo in her grasp. A long lick up Fluttershy's wet heat made her squirm and groan and ache with anticipation. Pinkie pressed the toy's super smooth head between Fluttershy's breasts before trailing down and circling around her eager entrance, each loop growing shorter and shorter until she stroked the tip up and down Fluttershy's slippery groove. The shiny silicone head parted her lips and glided inside liquid smooth, drawing out a soft gasp. There was little need for accommodation due to how turned on Fluttershy was, but Pinkie went slow anyway, allowing her walls to pulse with the joy of being spread open and massaged for the first time in ages. Fluttershy groaned as the curved length took a different route than usual and bumped against her front wall.

“Breathe nice and deep using your tummy,” Pinkie said.

The shaft sank deeper and gave her a nice full feeling, even though it wasn't overly thick like some of the other toys. Her tail swished with a mind of is own and Pinkie giggled and swept it away. The rounded head glided across Fluttershy's upper wall and hit that annoying ridged spot. “Oh no. Don't tell me that's my G-Spot.”

“I dunno. Could be deeper, could be shallower. Tell me how you feel.”

Pinkie eased the toy in further and filled her with elusive pinpricks. “I was never sure about that spot,” Fluttershy said. “It feels funny.”

“Good funny or bad funny?”

The head bumped into the spot again and Fluttershy clenched down and let out an annoyed grunt. “Ugh! I don't know about this.”

“Should I stop?”

“N-No. Keep going. But cool it with the poking.” Fluttershy's face scrunched as the tip rolled in circles and filled her with needling pangs. “Not like that either.” Pinkie tried all sorts of approaches and most of them created nettlesome tingles at best. What finally worked was a smooth massage that started deeper and dragged across the spot as Pinkie pulled the toy out. “That still feels kinda weird, but it's not so bad.”

“Some mares take a couple sessions before they get used to this,” Pinkie said. “Let the feelings wash over you and collect at the bottom of your mind like a chocolate fountain. Think of it like building a foundation for the future.”

Pinkie kissed down Fluttershy's belly and smothered her love button with her lips as she worked the dildo in a gentle rhythm. Fluttershy tried to cultivate this blooming desire deep inside, but Pinkie's persistent tongue sent arrows of pleasure that punctured her progress like a balloon.

“I can't believe I'm saying this, but please stop playing with my clitty. It's really distracting.”

Pinkie descended and dragged her thick tongue across Fluttershy's sensitive dock until the tender flesh turned into the bristles of her tail, and then Pinkie reversed course and blazed a trail across Fluttershy's soft bottom and along the edge of her crack. A rush of energy flowed inside and the rough patch swelled with vivid heat.

“Oooh,” Fluttershy murmured. “The spot is changing. It's throbbing and getting all tingly. It's like a storm cloud.”

The torrential downpour outside receded into pleasant white noise. Pinkie continued sliding the curved dildo inside as she scooted closer and shared a gentle kiss. “I'm gonna try something, okay? I think you're ready.”

“I trust you.”

Pinkie slinked back with a determined focus and settled alongside Fluttershy's hip. She placed a firm hoof above the squishy hill of Fluttershy's mons, pressed down, and pushed the silicone shaft deep inside. Fluttershy threw her head back and moaned as the pleasure shifted from the realm of the erotic to the sublime.

The thick head plunged into the center of Fluttershy's stormy spot and released turbulent energies. Visions of flight camp came rushing back from the deepest recesses of her mind. Fluttershy couldn't finish the basic obstacle course, and everyone laughed when she tripped on the stupid cloud rings and fell on her face. Those weak little wings barely got her off the ground and she hated them. She was tall and skinny and awkward and her voice squeaked so she talked through a stuttering whisper and oh no, why was she thinking about this? She was supposed to be sharing a special moment with her friend, but instead some sick part of her wanted to sabotage her happiness.

Hot sweat rolled down Fluttershy's brow as she tossed and turned. “Fluttershy can hardly fly,” she repeated over and over like a bitter mantra. “What kind of pegasus is afraid of heights? Useless. Useless.”

Pinkie carefully stretched Fluttershy's wings away from her body until they reached their fullest extent, and then she massaged the soft yellow plumage. “You give all you can to the Ponyville weather team, and you guide the migrating birds back home in the spring. That's more than anyone could ask from these wonderful wings. The wings of an angel.”

“That's just twisting nature to our ends. I'm complicit!”

Pinkie let out a little sigh and kissed Fluttershy on the forehead. “You deserve to be happy, but not because you jumped some hurdle and earned a prize, but because you're a mare with a heart and a soul. We're both wandering through this absurd world and we should help each other.”

A comforting warmth spread across Fluttershy's neck and chest. Fluttershy's garden bloomed with swelling passion, and she couldn't help but squirm and hump against the toy as a lustful hunger seized her, but Pinkie held her down. “Don't chase your orgasm or you might scare it away. Let it come to you when the time is right.”

Easy for her to say. Each stroke against Fluttershy's spot brought a sumptuous rush, but also left her with new puzzles. She had to keep wiping her face because her eyes wouldn't stop watering, and tiny vibrations twitched in her inner thighs before working across the the rim of her marehood. Her body was just as confused as she was.

Not all that long ago, Fluttershy played buckball with Pinkie and they had a blast beating the Appleloosan team. Fluttershy couldn't fly fast or gallop hard, but she actually felt comfortable in her skin for once. And now Pinkie wanted her to find peace with her body in a new way, to be at ease with own sexuality. She closed her eyes and focused.

Unlike pleasure from her pearl, which sent out jagged lightning bolts, this growing tension was round and deep. The heated euphoria advanced a little further with each of Pinkie's thrusts and spread delicious tingles into strange new places, like the roots of a flower growing into fertile soil. Just as Fluttershy came to understand these remarkable feelings, her thoughts wandered away from her body and fixed on her marefriend.

When life disappointed and ponies despaired, Pinkie shielded herself behind a thin regretful smile in order to protect her fragile heart. Pinkie wanted to lift everyone's spirits not because she was a naive optimist, but because she's seen the ugliness of the world more than most, and she knew ponies beaten down into the dirt couldn't help anyone else. That's what Pinkie saw in Fluttershy earlier in the summer: A defeated mare who hid in a cottage away from everyone else, terrified and confused by her own desires.

Fluttershy's hidden spot roiled with mysterious energies. Pinkie plowed the dildo's head into the turmoil, but instead of bliss there was unrelenting pressure. A kaleidoscope of memories flooded her mind.

Years ago, Fluttershy and her friends went to chase away the great red dragon from the mountain. Pinkie sang a cute song and encouraged her to cross the enormous gap. Actually, it was a tiny gap, but Pinkie took her concerns seriously. “It's just a hop, skip, and a jump,” Pinkie sang in her sugary sweet voice.

While trying out for the Ponyville quartet, Fluttershy thought Pinkie was making fun of her singing and she ran crying into the cold night and had to be chased down by her friends and reassured Pinkie meant no harm. Neither of them communicated well back then, but that memory still resurrected stinging anger and shame.

Fluttershy had once taken assertiveness lessons from Iron Will. She yelled cruel insults at Pinkie and Rarity and made them burst into tears. Just because they were less sensitive didn't give her license to lash out at them for years of perceived callousness. Another current of acidic self-doubt and guilt bubbled up inside.

The hot tension between Fluttershy's legs tightened into a knot. She couldn't stand the ache much longer and desperately needed a release. The damp pillowcase clung to her neck as she splayed her wings against the mattress and struggled under Pinkie's supportive watch. “Harder,” Fluttershy said with conviction. “I need it harder.” Pinkie rammed the smooth head into her throbbing hot spot until Fluttershy's breathing hitched. Fluttershy trusted Pinkie with her most private insecurities and there was no reason to let the past weigh her down. Shame, anger, love—all these confusing feelings coalesced into a spark at the tip of her clitoris and rushed deep inside.

Fluttershy's eyes rolled back and her whole body stiffened. She let out a husky moan from deep in her chest. “Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.” She tossed and turned while sweat poured down her face. The tension grew into an unbearable burden and she blinked as her eyes teared up. Nothing like this ever happened before. There was a strange hot heaviness building deep inside that didn't make any sense. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe she should tell Pinkie to stop before she humiliated herself and ruined everything.

The moment of truth blazed like the sun. She could either embrace these terrifying feelings or flee and forever be a coward. She was sick and tired of running from her desires, from her instincts, from life. She surrendered and let go of all the doubts and fears that always held her back and made her feel like a useless and pathetic little mare who didn't belong. Fluttershy's entire body seized up and the last speck of self-control slipped from her grasp. Something opened. Something was happening.

Clear liquid gushed from Fluttershy's pussy and sprayed the towel in wave after wave of hot spurts. The tension released all at once and stupefying pleasure rocketed up her spine and radiated through her chest and into her limbs. “Oh Goddess!” she moaned. “Oh Goddess! Oh Holy Goddess!” Pinkie thrust the stiff toy into her sacred spot again and again and launched her into a bewildering spiral of sexual bliss the likes of which she had never dreamed. Her muscles squeezed and released with waves of narcotic pleasure and her mind went blank as all those negative feelings washed away into an erotic abyss. She shut her eyes tight and trembled as her weak frame filled with a transcendent glow that hummed in her ears. At long last she glimpsed a calming peace she always sought but could never find.

Fluttershy always imagined her perfect climax would be like the singing of angels on a bed of roses. Instead a growl bellowed from the bottom of her chest like a primal cry. That heavenly spot connected to something deep in her psyche, something ancient buried underneath all her civilized pretensions. Fluttershy grunted and howled as she fell into another quaking orgasm that surged up so fast she wailed in the wake of its clenching bliss. With each wave of delicious pleasure her clitoris winked and her legs twitched and kicked in the air. The rapturous joy was so intense a small part of her worried she might pass out and miss it. Both Pinkie and Fluttershy watched with awe and fascination as another plume of liquid erupted from between her legs. Fluttershy's overheated pussy throbbed and rippled and squirted out pent up frustrations that arced through the air and splattered across the towel in an obscene display she couldn't hide.

The flood of energy washed away the last of her strength. Fluttershy slumped against the pillows and gasped for air. A debilitating chill crept across her nerves and she couldn't stop shaking and whimpering. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. A frightening abandonment gripped her as Pinkie removed the toy and left her utterly empty. Fluttershy was so weak and fragile she might crack like a porcelain doll. She gazed into Pinkie's warm blue eyes. “Hold me. Please hold me.” Pinkie was already crawling closer. She curled up alongside Fluttershy and wrapped those wonderful forelegs around her chest and held her so close their coats mixed together in a soft frizz. Pinkie whispered sweet encouragements in her ear and kissed her neck. Suddenly there was warmth and belonging and all her fears melted away.

Fluttershy dared to glance between her thighs. Dark streaks marred the towel from top to bottom. She had absolutely soaked it. A shameful twinge invaded her reverie. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make a mess. Please believe me!”

“Shhh,” Pinkie said as she stroked up and down Fluttershy's side. “What you did was beautiful and totally natural. The only thing that matters is that we're here for each other.”

Warm tears blurred Fluttershy's vision and ran down her cheek. “What did you do to me?”

Pinkie giggled and squeezed a little tighter. “That was all you. You did such a good job. I'm really proud of you.” Pinkie brushed the wet strands of hair from Fluttershy's face. “You're the bravest mare I've ever known.”

Fluttershy made a skeptical groan. “Pinkie…”

“It's true. And if you ever forget I'll be here to remind you.”

Fluttershy feared she might cry and tarnish the moment. She stared out the window and watched the trees bend in the fierce winds. The two lovers shared a tranquil moment and basked in each other's presence. The only sounds were the pounding rain and their labored breathing.

Pinkie let out a pent up giggle. “Now you know why it's called the G-Spot.”

“I do?”

Pinkie exaggerated a moan. “Oh my Goddess. The Goddess Spot!”

“Huh. I guess that makes sense.” The sticky towel clung to Fluttershy's bottom as she rolled away, and Pinkie tossed it on the floor with a squishy splat. “I felt less like a goddess and more like a blocked garden hose. I guess that doesn't sound as mystical, though.”

“You howled like a timberwolf because you felt like a garden hose? Suuure.”

Fluttershy recoiled as Pinkie tickled her sides. “Okay, okay, you win! It did feel like something out of this world, like I left my body and touched the cosmos. It was actually a little frightening.”

“Would you ever do it again?”

Fluttershy hesitated for a moment. “Only with you. Because I trust you, and you gave me the courage to let it happen.”

Pinkie edged closer, and they met in a long, sweet kiss. “Heh! You're still shaking. It's like magic, isn't it?”

“Mmmm. Everything is still so warm and tingly. There's even tiny heartbeats in my hooves.” Fluttershy sat up with some effort and leveled a playful grin at Pinkie. “So your big plan came true. Now what?”

“Huh? What plan?”

“Your plan to turn me into a dirty mare. You thought dragging me down into the gutter with you was funny, didn't you?”

Pinkie's expression softened as she caught the joke. “Oh, yes indeedy! I'm laughing all the way to the perverted bank.”

Fluttershy pounced and straddled her friend before unfurling her wings. “So you like laughing, huh? Then take this!” Fluttershy brushed her feathers across Pinkie's soft round belly until Pinkie's lip quivered. “Admit it!” Fluttershy demanded. “You wanted me to be a naughty mare like you.”

Pinkie burst into laughter so hard she snorted. “Yes! Hahaha! Eeep! I mean no!” Fluttershy dragged her feathers across Pinkie's tummy and swirled them inside her exposed bellybutton, making Pinkie shriek with glee. “Nonono! Anything but that! I promise to be a good girl from now on! Someone help meehehehehe!”

Fluttershy pulled back with concern and dismounted to the side, leaving behind a confused Pinkie. “Hey, no need to worry. We're just playing around.” Pinkie switched back to her exaggerated victim voice. “And it would be just awful if you tickled my hooves! Please don't do that!”

A wicked smile graced Fluttershy's muzzle. She slid the tip of one wing across Pinkie's thigh, down her calf, and against the bottom of her vulnerable hoof, while she poked the other wing into Pinkie's side. Under assault from all directions, poor Pinkie could only seize up as she struggled to hold back another outburst. “You didn't think your plan through,” Fluttershy said, “because now I'm a naughty mare and you can't control me.” Pinkie exploded into a convulsive giggling fit as Fluttershy caressed her bristles into Pinkie's most ticklish spots until tears of joy rolled down her face. Pinkie spread her thighs wide and her tiny clitoris winked into the world.

Fluttershy had expected Pinkie's button to be bigger than average. Maybe even gargantuan. Instead it was a cute little devil.

Pinkie's marehood had darkened so much it was almost purple. A shadow of guilt forced Fluttershy to glance away and cease her tickle attack. She had been so self-centered, while Pinkie had been more than happy to pleasure her and ask nothing in return. Folding her wings and sliding back, Fluttershy knelt between Pinkie's thighs and prepared to bring their relationship to the next level, but Pinkie scooted away. “Wait. I don't want you to feel pressured into anything, like you owe me a favor. Does that make sense?”

Fluttershy crawled up and nuzzled Pinkie's cheek. “I want to try. I want to make you feel good too.”

“You're still learning and growing into your feelings, and this is a huge step, bigger than a dragon's footprint. We can take it slower if you want.”

“I've been dreaming of this. I want to taste you.”

Pinkie sighed with relief. “Thank goodness. I need more than a little rubbing. I'm super freaking horny!”

They giggled together, and Fluttershy enjoyed finally being able to be so sexually open with someone for the first time in her life. But a terrible possibility soured the occasion, and Fluttershy turned away.

“Everything okay?”

“Now that I think about it, um, I'm kinda afraid I won't like your taste. I mean, I really like you! But maybe I don't like mares that way, you know?”

“Mares don't exactly taste like peaches and cream down there. Maybe it'll be an acquired taste? Only one way to find out.”

Fluttershy positioned herself between Pinkie's open legs, massaged her squishy tummy, and traced a path across her thighs. She caressed Pinkie's big round bottom and admired her soft feminine curves. Such an inviting sight made Fluttershy shiver with anticipation.

“Spank me if you want,” Pinkie said. “I haven't exactly been a good girl, have I?”

Fluttershy pulled her hoof back, hesitated for a moment, and playfully smacked Pinkie's right cheek. Her big butt wobbled and she returned a saucy laugh. Pinkie's swollen nether lips separated and revealed their inner secrets, like a blooming carnation.

“The rumors are true,” Fluttershy teased. “You're even pinker on the inside.”

Fluttershy crossed the threshold between Pinkie's thighs and hovered above her marefriend's glistening valley. A powerful heat radiated across Fluttershy's face, and a heavy scent drifted into her nostrils like the rolling fog from a field of ripe strawberries. Pinkie's perfume was bold and intimidating, but the complex contours of another mare's scent awakened something deep inside Fluttershy that couldn't be ignored. Fluttershy extended her tongue and took her first tentative lick along the side of Pinkie's groove, a cautious approach guided by weak intuition.

Pinkie pressed the base of her tail against Fluttershy's chin. “If you get tired of flicking your tongue like a sneaky snake, try sticking it out and moving your neck.”

Not wanting to seem eager to dive into the center, Fluttershy dragged her tongue around the edge of Pinkie's intimate folds. Fluttershy only made this motion when Pinkie let her lick the batter from the rims of her mixing bowls.

Pinkie knew so many lovers over the years. How could Fluttershy possibly meet Pinkie's expectations and give her what she needed? Fluttershy could emulate what Pinkie did their first time together, but maybe they were too different for that to work. These meddlesome fears weren't helpful so she cast them aside and followed her instincts. The more time she spent kissing and licking between Pinkie's legs the more right this seemed, the more those mysterious urges fell into place, and the more she cooed and murmured as she tended this private pink garden.

Fluttershy indulged her curiosity and slipped her tongue inside Pinkie's rosy interior and sampled her heady syrup. Pinkie tasted like pungent polka dots and melted salt water taffy. Sugary bubbles popped across Fluttershy's mind and brought a soothing peace. The soft inner world of another mare proved both familiar and foreign, like a half-remembered dream on a lazy summer's day, and she wanted to experience more of this succulent realm. A soft moan escaped Pinkie's throat and her cute heart-shaped clit peeked out and demanded attention. Fluttershy licked her lips and made her move.

“Wait! My little pink jelly bean is super duper sensitive. Don't touch it yet, okay? Just play keep away for now.”

Fluttershy delicately worked around the pulsing beacon of Pinkie's desire before trailing down her engorged labia. Pinkie tensed and shuddered so hard her ample mounds swayed from side to side.

The most surprising aspect of going down on a mare, if Pinkie was anything to judge by, was the strength of her scent. Pinkie's intoxicating odor lingered like a haze between her thighs, so thick Fluttershy swore it clung against her skin. Every breath made her mouth water, made her want to swallow that sticky lust dripping from some hidden wellspring, made her want to sink deep inside and never come up for air.

Why conjure fantasies when reality waited just beyond her nose? Fluttershy probed and parted Pinkie's weighty lips, spread them wide open without shame, and sank her muzzle into Pinkie's glistening honeypot. The heat beckoned and drew her deeper into a greater intimacy she had wanted for so long. The welcoming walls squeezed along her snout like a pink whirlpool that would never let go. Reaching as deep as she could manage, Fluttershy inhaled Pinkie's very essence into her chest, and a great deal of confusion washed away. This is where she belonged. This is what she needed.

Fluttershy pulled back, giggled into Pinkie's thigh, and wiped away the melted candy from her muzzle. “What's funny?” Pinkie asked. “Besides my stuff on your face.”

“Nothing. Just a strange thought.”

“Ooh! Tell me! Sex is always a little strange.”

Fluttershy bit the corner of her mouth. “I'm like a piggy rooting around for truffles.”

A blank expression swept across Pinkie's face, and then she burst into laughter sweeter than bubblegum. “Heeheee! That should totally be our super secret code phrase: Truffle hunting! Whaddya think?”

Fluttershy grinned and buried her face between Pinkie's thighs and dipped her tongue as deep inside as she could.

“Mmmm. Keep looking. Maybe you'll find my missing socks too.”

Pinkie's little jokes and carefree attitude always smoothed over the awkwardness between them, but Fluttershy no longer needed the help. She moved without thinking, freed from the anchor of doubt. In Pinkie's bedroom Fluttershy had found a secluded haven to be herself, and between Pinkie's legs she found authentic desires that had long lay dormant. Laying back and letting someone service you was one thing, but wishing to return the pleasure in such an intimate manner was something else entirely. As Fluttershy spread and licked the sensitive inner portions of Pinkie's lips, those velvet curtains slick with pent up desire, she knew she had discovered something fundamental about herself.

Pinkie squealed with excitement as her clit peeked out again. “Play with my joy buzzer! Go hog wild!”

Fluttershy let her exuberance fly as she pounced and captured Pinkie's stiff pearl between her lips. With her free hoof she traced the contours of Pinkie's shapely rump and moaned into her endlessly alluring heat, humbled by the opportunity to explore both their sexualities. For some reason Fluttershy imagined Pinkie donning a boater hat and shouting like a carnival barker. “Now's your chance folks, this is a one time offer, step right up and lick your prize.” But she did no such thing. Pinkie gazed down with appreciation before sinking back into the pillows and rolling her head.

“I'm soooo ready. Put that crazy thing in me.”

“Aren't you skipping a step?”

“Huh?”

Fluttershy left the bed on wobbly legs and retrieved a burgundy towel from the closet, being careful not to bump the party cannon. Pinkie lifted her wide bottom and plopped back down after Fluttershy rolled it out, like some perverted red carpet event leading straight to Pinkie's cunny.

“Oh yeah! Good call.”

Fluttershy guided the shiny curved length of silicone between Pinkie's plump marelips, coaxing out an excited gasp as the head parted Pinkie's flexing entrance. Lube was a forgotten afterthought, as Pinkie was already sopping wet, and Fluttershy's lust still coated the shaft with a bright sheen. Fluttershy got a charge out of imagining their sticky juices mixing and churning together deep inside.

“Bingo! X marks the spot! Rub right there.”

Fluttershy noted the depth on the shaft so she would consistently find the hidden treasure. About halfway down. Deeper than she expected.

“Fair warning: I'm very uhh—responsive. You might have to fight me.”

“Pardon?”

“I'm kinda wild when I'm in the moan zone, so you might have to move with me and go with the flow, ya know? Don't stop even if I look like I'm swimming with electric eels. I'll tell ya when I'm done.”

A heavy sense of responsibility weighed across Fluttershy. She knew how incredible this felt and didn't want Pinkie to miss out. She braced herself between Pinkie's open legs, on the cusp of a new journey, and gently thrust the sky blue dildo into Pinkie's slick heat and went to work polishing her pearl with her tongue.

“My little pink canoe is entering the rapids. Gonna be a bumpy ride!”

Pinkie's tunnel gripped the toy and tugged with a surprising strength on every backstroke, as if trying to inhale the full length and gorge itself. Pinkie tossed and turned and laughed while her belly rolled with gleeful waves.

Fluttershy took a deep breath and their combined passion filtered through her mind like pink food dye, leaving behind even greater appreciation. Pinkie's exquisite curves were primed for pleasure, and in that moment Fluttershy decided the Fates themselves brewed Pinkie in some heavenly distillery and poured her out across the world to spread merriment and erotic bliss. Her voluptuous figure demanded massages and tender kisses, if only to return a small measure of joy Pinkie had brought so many ponies.

“Oooh! My canoe is gonna capsize!”

“Capsizing is good?”

“Sooohoho good! Push it over!”

Fluttershy couldn't believe Pinkie had already found such an urgent release.

“Ooh, don't stop! I'm gonna pop the cork! Confetti time!”

Soft laughing moans echoed from above as Pinkie's cunny puffed out further and further until she let out a desperate moan and her whole body seized up. A warm fountain of mare lust erupted through the air and splashed against Fluttershy's muzzle and forelegs and drizzled down the dildo. The sticky flood poured onto the towel and seeped around Pinkie's derriere. The liquid lust was clean and pure and pumped out in messy gushes before its strength waned, and as it dissipated a thick white cream dribbled down Pinkie's pussy. Fluttershy couldn't help but lick up the luxurious treat and trace a path to the tiny source under Pinkie's button. An extra concentrated dose of bittersweet delight tingled her tongue and left behind a smooth aftertaste as she swallowed it down, like a savory buttercream.

“Your face is all wet,” Pinkie said through frazzled breaths. “Where's my umbrella hat when you need it?”

“Now what? You want me to—”

“Keep going. Party's just getting started.”

The dildo's every advance filled the room with lewd and sloppy noises thanks to the extra wetness flowing from Pinkie's inner confines. Pinkie jerked and thrashed like a wild mare, a wave rolling from her hips to her shoulders, every thrust against Pinkie's spot drowning her in a sea of hoof curling ecstasy. Fluttershy struggled to establish a semblance of order. Sometimes she gripped Pinkie's twisting waist, other times she wrapped a foreleg under Pinkie's knee to quell the contortions. As long as Fluttershy kept massaging that cosmic spot with a reliable rhythm nothing else mattered.

Pinkie slurred her words like a happy drunk. “You and me? We're gal pals. Pussy pals. Coochie comrades.” Pinkie vibrated like a plucked ukulele string. “This is better than cinnamon buns, blueberry pancakes, and OOOOOOOH!” Pinkie's forelegs descended and framed her marelips while she pulled them apart. “Call my pussy Joy because I love spreading it!”

A fountain of bittersweet fluid sprayed across Fluttershy's face and jetted from Pinkie's quivering cunny in waves of hypnotic spurts. This gush was less intense than the first release, but she still maintained a forceful enough pressure to paint Fluttershy's mouth with a coating of sticky syrup, and each squirt brought an intense wink from Pinkie's pulsing pearl. Lively feminine energy suffused the air, drifted into Fluttershy's nostrils, and drove her further into the clutches of wild sapphic urges. Oh how she wanted to see what an unrestrained mare could really do. Pinkie was so comfortable with her sexuality it was a bad joke, and Fluttershy wanted to see the punchline.

Pinkie's feverish pussy rippled like it was alive, like it was hungry, and Fluttershy was more than happy to feed it a steady diet of silicone using increasingly vigorous strokes. Fluttershy lowered her wing between Pinkie's damp thighs and skimmed her feathers across the dusky peaks atop Pinkie's lopsided candy mounds.

“You're titillating my titties,” Pinkie said with bouncy excitement. “Mmm! Your feathers are so stiff and scratchy and wonderful.” Pinkie gasped. “Are you gonna do what I think you are?”

Fluttershy dragged her feathers across Pinkie's sticky groove and circled her crown jewel. “Hmmm, maybe. Is this where you want it?”

“Oh yes right there! Please oh please! I'm a dirty mare and I need a good feather dusting!”

“Are you suuure?” Fluttershy asked with a growing grin. “Maybe you need to rest after your long party tour.”

Pinkie stretched and kicked her legs in desperation. “Pleeease let me cream. I'm gonna power wash the walls!”

Fluttershy giggled as she focused the bristly tip under Pinkie's button and brushed back and forth with a gentle sawing motion. Pinkie howled with outrageous pleasure that made her doughy tummy flex and shake. Her delicate moans were long gone, swept away by the storm between her legs, a storm so much impressive than the one outside.

“Tickle my clit,” Pinkie begged. “Tickle my itty bitty clitty! Heheheee yes yes oh yesss! A bubbling brew is coming for you! Oh woooow!”

A geyser of sweet mare liquor exploded from Pinkie's winking pussy and splattered Fluttershy's face and dripped down her chin. Another thick burst sailed onto the towel and ran down Pinkie's rump and dock. Its power quickly dissipated, until all that remained was one last spritz, soft and dainty, before Pinkie emptied herself for good.

But Pinkie was by no means finished, and like a coiled spring simmering with energy she wrenched away and twisted against the mattress. Fluttershy kept working the dildo and battled through Pinkie's unruly commotion, including an out of control tail that smacked her across the face multiple times. Pinkie's manic pleasure heightened as she broke free of Fluttershy's grasp, rolled onto her belly, and humped against the mattress with wild abandon. Fluttershy could only gawk as her resistance against Pinkie's strength proved futile. The last thing she expected from their reunion was a wrestling match.

“Tummy,” Pinkie babbled under her breath with frustration. “Tummy. Tummy. Aim for my tummy!”

Fluttershy rushed to correct her mistake. Since Pinkie had moved into a new position, her special spot was along the bottom, on the same side as her navel. As soon as Fluttershy redirected the toy where it was most needed, Pinkie rose to her knees and wiggled backward trying to get more. Pinkie's crazed humping crowded Fluttershy down the bed until she started running out of room. Fluttershy pressed her hoof against Pinkie's soft rump to push her in the other direction, commencing the world's strangest shoving match. This was a losing effort, as not only was Fluttershy weaker and without leverage, but her focus wandered to the supple curves of Pinkie's bountiful bottom as it jiggled from out of control convulsions.

The dildo slipped free and tumbled against the mattress, and Pinkie stopped her butt barrage before she would've humped Fluttershy onto the floor, letting loose a shuddering groan as her jelly bean peeked out to say hello. Fluttershy dipped below Pinkie's tail and let her tongue do the rest of the talking. Sticky cream glossed her snout as she licked and sucked Pinkie's plump pussy like a juicy peach, savoring Pinkie's raw desire flowing straight from her innermost sanctum. A flash of lightning illuminated the bedroom and drowned out Pinkie's cries of wavering ecstasy until she collapsed against the pillows. Pinkie's chest rose and fell with great effort as she rolled onto her back.

“Come up here,” Pinkie said, blowing a kiss and giggling. Fluttershy propped herself along Pinkie's side, and they made out despite their fatigue. “I trust you more than anyone,” Pinkie said. “I trust you with my body, my heart, my everything.” Their lips met with devoted passion in the raging shadows of the storm. For the first time, Fluttershy found herself in complete control, while Pinkie struggled to recover, barely able to lift her head from the pillow.

Pinkie spread her trembling legs in open invitation. “Most ponies don't push me this far. I want you to push me until I fall forever. Push me until I melt into a puddle.”

Fluttershy could be relentless if that's what Pinkie needed, and to prove it she guided the dildo back home and plowed into Pinkie's sublime spot with a sudden flurry, drawing a hissing breath through Pinkie's clenched teeth.

“Ahh haha! Just like that! Give it to me good!”

Countless orgasms crashed across Pinkie's sweet pudgy figure, each one coming faster and faster until the boundary between them disappeared. The tides of a powerful pleasure overwhelmed Pinkie until she mashed her face into the neighboring pillow and muffled what would've been a window rattling shriek. Pinkie flopped back motionless as if her spirit abandoned her body.

“K-Keep going,” Pinkie whispered. “You're my sexy butt… my sexy butterfly.”

Fluttershy continued her pumping strokes despite her better judgment, although she kept checking to ensure her friend was okay. Sometimes Pinkie returned a weak nod or whimpered with shaky approval, but she was increasingly subdued, drenched in sweat, and struggling to breathe, as if she had just galloped through a marathon. Pinkie's strength waned to nothing until she fell deep into a mindless trance. To see her rambunctious friend reduced to such a vulnerable state was distressing.

Another wave of whole body convulsions that resembled a seizure more than an orgasm wracked Pinkie's limp body and rocked her to the core. Pinkie's jaw slackened and saliva dribbled down the corner of her mouth. Her unfocused eyes glistened like glass and her words were long and drawn out. “Heaven. I'm in heaven.”

Fluttershy returned to tickling Pinkie's button with her feathers while plunging the toy between Pinkie's legs, into the fiery heart of her desire, but Pinkie didn't make a peep beyond panting gasps. She laid back in repose with half-lidded eyes and stared at the ceiling with a frozen smile. Fluttershy's overworked forelegs ached from exertion, but she kept thrusting regardless. She knew beneath this placid surface Pinkie was experiencing untold depths of bliss, an erotic odyssey into the limits of her body Fluttershy couldn't even begin to fathom. She had to show Pinkie how much she cared, how she wouldn't be intimidated or ashamed. She rammed the dildo inside with her most urgent thrusts yet in hopes of finally quenching Pinkie's boundless lust. A soft whinny escaped Pinkie's throat as she stretched her hind legs and kicked in tandem with her throbbing clitoris.

Earlier that afternoon, when they climbed the stairs and fell into bed with torrid kisses, Pinkie had reassured Fluttershy the Cakes couldn't hear them downstairs, that their commotion wouldn't pass beyond the walls of the loft if they weren't too crazy. And yet Fluttershy couldn't help but imagine the Cakes crouched on the staircase spying on their dirty antics. The Cakes would discover why Fluttershy was really so eager to visit, and she would never be able to show her face around Sugarcube Corner again. Or maybe the Cakes would be so turned on they would play with themselves, maybe they would get off from Pinkie spurting her sticky essence all over Fluttershy's face, maybe the Cakes would make love right there in the stairwell, maybe Mrs. Cake would lift her tail and—

Pinkie scrunched her face and gasped. Her words lacked energy. “S-Stop. Please stop.”

Fluttershy pulled the toy out with a wet pop and grabbed her lover's shoulder. “Pinkie! Are you okay?”

Pinkie's eyes sparkled. “I'm very okay. Are you okay?”

Fluttershy sighed with relief. “Thank goodness. I was afraid I hurt you or did something wrong.”

“My face… My face hurts from smiling too much.” Pinkie giggled and lifted her drooping forelegs. “Hold me so I don't float away like those balloon bunnies.”

“I'm here for you,” Fluttershy said, blanketing Pinkie in a protective hug. “Just like you were here for me.”

Pinkie blinked as if emerging from a daze. “Did you see me? My clitty kept popping out like a cuckoo clock. Cuckoo! Cuckoo!”

“Um, yeah, that was definitely something else.” Fluttershy removed the soaked towel and flung it on the floor next to hers. “I didn't know mares could be so… demonstrative?”

“I can't do that all the time, but seeing your first ever gush really put me in the mood. And you stuck with me like a champ the whole way through. What did I do to deserve you?”

“You were just yourself,” Fluttershy said, trying to mimic Pinkie's reassuring ways. “This proves we really are lichen, just like you said. We're two different forces coming together to make something special.”

“This is probably the only time I won't mind being compared to slime mold.”

Fluttershy teased Pinkie's tail with her own. “I'm guessing there weren't too many stallions who kept up with you.”

“Nopey dopey! That's why you get two or three of them.”

They both giggled as they snuggled together in the gloom. Fluttershy rested her head against Pinkie's floofy chest. “Do you think I could ever be as responsive as you?”

“Hmmm. Good question. Finding out could be a whole lotta fun. The trick is to let it happen and not worry about what you look like.” Pinkie rolled Fluttershy along her side and made her the little spoon, wrapping her forelegs around Fluttershy's tummy. “Let's be something tastier than lichen. Let's say you're the peanut butter to my chocolate. Or the chocolate to my peanut butter. Whichever one works for you.”

Fluttershy murmured as Pinkie playfully nibbled her ears and massaged under her folded wings. “So what's next? Do we make more pamphlets? Should we travel together this time? Maybe we could research the southern desert and the bee problem, or we could head up to the Crystal Empire and investigate why the polar vortex is changing and—”

“You'll be busy as a bee with something else.”

“Uh-oh. Let me guess: It's a surprise.”

“You're getting good at this, Flutterbug.”

“Or maybe you're running out of tricks and—”

Thunder boomed close and roared through Fluttershy's chest. She cowered under the blankets while the bakery quaked to the foundation. Pinkie squeezed her into a warm fuzzy embrace, and they waited out the commotion together. Fluttershy was safe and secure just like she always wanted.