Our Sacred Spot

The speech and all the commotion in its wake had drained Fluttershy's mental reservoirs and left her exhausted. In years past she preferred long bouts of solitude after such demanding social engagements, and hiding in her cottage was always the perfect solution. Pinkie, sweeter than ever, offered to give her space to recover, but that wasn't what she wanted anymore. In the evenings, Pinkie brought boxes of apple turnovers, and they played board games and fell asleep in each other's arms. No one was cuter than Pinkie in her polka dot pajamas and nightcap.

“I've been thinking,” Pinkie said as they snuggled in the moonlight. “Maybe we never conquer our fears. We survive them.”

“Together. We survive together. That's the only way.”

Fluttershy's failures didn't haunt her dreams that night. As long as Pinkie hugged her close, Fluttershy could face the next day.

Unfamiliar ponies visited in hopes of talking about about the environment and activist planning, but Fluttershy sent them away with promises to write. Several letters arrived in her mailbox—some were scrawled with furious denunciations against her program and called her a traitor to the Crown, while others praised her interdisciplinary research and bold vision.

Several days passed before Fluttershy wanted to do anything beyond writing reports for the Royal Weather Institute and feeding her animals. She gathered a basket and opened the front door. Pinkie skipped down the front yard with her own basket balanced on her back before landing on the threshold.

“What a coinky dink,” Pinkie said with a wink. “Hey, check it out, we can be basket buddies.”

“More like a couple of basket cases.”

Pinkie giggled. “Oh no, I'm rubbing off on you!” She tilted the basket and a dozen letters spilled onto Fluttershy's coffee table. “Our new pals are organizing their own clubs and coming up with all kinds of cool ideas. It's only been a week and they've already recruited hundreds of members. Our hard work is paying off!”

“Our goal is the ocean and we've made a tincture.”

“But this is good news. Progress!”

“This is nothing but low hanging fruit. Still a lot of work ahead of us.”

“Gilda and the other griffons are still in town. Who knows what happens when they get home? You're always saying the campaign should reach beyond Equestria.” After an awkward silence Pinkie got the hint and switched topics. “So, what's your basket for?”

“I'm off to pick mist berries. Wanna come?”

Fluttershy trotted across the autumn fields while Pinkie bounced close behind. The Everfree forest sprawled before them, the air thick with the scent of pine needles. Pinkie backed away from the shadows. “You really wanna go in there?”

“This is the only place around here with mist berries. It's not so scary, as long as you don't go too deep.”

“I've heard that one before.”

The translucent purple berries were ripe and begging to be plucked. The lovers proceeded down lush corridors overrun with vines and exotic flowers. Leaves of rust and gold drifted on the cool wind and blanketed the forest floor.

Fluttershy wiped her brow and paused to rest in a clearing. “I'm a hypocrite, aren't I?”

Pinkie walked past on her front hooves while balancing the basket on her butt. “How do ya figure?”

“I'm out there preaching about solidarity and working together while I hide in the middle of nowhere.”

Pinkie throttled a bush until the berries topped off her basket. “Maybe living away from society gives you a different perspective.”

Fluttershy scoffed. “As if the common ponies are helpless without my lectures.”

“Hey, we all play a part, ya know? I didn't see anyone else stepping up.” Pinkie popped a berry in her mouth and smiled. “Mmmm! These goodies have the sweetest juice around. Or the second sweetest, after you.”

Shivers danced across Fluttershy's wings, maybe from the wind, maybe from Pinkie's suggestive remark.

A stream pure as crystal flowed through the forest and cascaded down a steep hill into the gloom. Dense foliage veiled the light and preserved an ancient order. “The Everfree Forest is Equestria's sacred spot,” Fluttershy said. “We weren't meant to understand her secrets. She blooms in the heart of the realm, wild and unexplored, save for the Castle of the Two Sisters.”

“And Zecora.”

“Ponies might live like Zecora in the future—scattered, isolated, surviving off the land. And what of the glorious royal castle? Mother nature reclaimed the ruins after only a few decades, and she'll happily reclaim what's left of our cities. And what did I do about it? Pass out fliers. Make a speech. What a joke.”

“We're just two ponies. We can't change everything by ourselves. You did the best you could.”

Fluttershy studied her reflection in the stream as the water lapped against the moss covered shore. “I should've helped those organizers, but I ran away from my responsibilities, just like I always do. Even after all your help I'm still a coward.”

“You stood up for your principles. You didn't let them sweep you into something you were uncomfortable with. Stop listening to that negative voice in your head! Tell it to take a flying leap!”

Sunlight filtered through the canopy and played across Pinkie's shapely physique and concerned face. Her impossibly blue eyes were more mesmerizing than ever.

“Uh, Fluttershy? What's up? Is there a bug on my face or something?”

“You're beautiful. I don't say that enough.”

“Ha! You really are kind. Me, beautiful… With my messy hair and big nose? With this pudgy belly? Now if you called me ugly-cute, that might be more believable.”

“You're prettier than all the sleek pegasi racers, prettier than all the models and aristocrats in Canterlot who parade around in designer clothes. Your inner light always shines through no matter what, and your smile brightens everyone's day and makes me feel alive.”

Fluttershy glanced at the leaf littered ground. How embarrassing to let loose with such over the top sentiment. But she spoke from the heart.

Something unusual happened. Or rather, didn't happen. Pinkie didn't laugh or jump or make a funny face or say anything at all. A deep gratitude shone in her eyes. She nuzzled Fluttershy's neck before breaking away and circling around. “Let's admit the truth, just between us, you know, since we're both mature mares.” With each step she swayed her wide hips, her poofy tail failing to cover her alluring bottom. Pinkie spun around and stamped her hoof. “Aha! I knew it! You just like looking at my booty!”

Fluttershy playfully shook her head. “You sure cracked the case.”

“Hey! I'm supposed to make the awful puns.” Pinkie drew closer, like she had a secret to share, and whispered in Fluttershy's ear. “Wanna go truffle hunting? Follow me.”

They departed the Everfree and dropped their baskets back at the cottage. Pinkie ventured into the wilderness under the setting sun, and Fluttershy floated along as if deep in a dream. They traveled past fallen trees, a stream capped by a beaver's dam, a rickety fence with flaking white paint, an empty bee hive, heaps of fallen acorns, hills dotted with grazing jackalopes, a field of wild gourds, an abandoned windmill inhabited by a family of raccoons, a crumbling barn no one's used in years, and an old wagon wheel propped up against a boulder stained with lichen.

Pinkie beckoned Fluttershy through a field of orange marigolds and toward the bottom of a hill topped by a shedding elm tree. Scarlet and amber leaves dry as paper poured from the surrounding woods, and the capricious winds swept them into mounds taller than most ponies. The staggered placement of the leaf dunes resembled an obstacle course. Fluttershy slowed and schemed while Pinkie bounced ahead.

After several moments Pinkie called back. “Hey Flutterpal, where'd ya go?”

Fluttershy slinked behind one of the leaf mounds and giggled as she buried herself inside the dry plant debris, her vision sinking into the shadows. She stayed perfectly still as the crunchy thuds of Pinkie's hooves approached.

A hint of pink seeped through the cracks and Fluttershy exploded out of the leaves and landed on Pinkie's back. Pinkie screamed and spun around but Fluttershy's weight knocked her off balance and they collapsed onto the grass. “Don't be afraid,” Fluttershy said. “I'm a hugging monster!” Fluttershy straddled Pinkie and secured her in a fuzzy embrace and nuzzled her cheek as leaves rained from the sky. “Don't even try escaping. Your every struggle is just another snuggle.”

Pinkie let out a bombastic laugh and a mock growl. “I'm even worse. I'm a kissing monster!” Fluttershy purred as Pinkie pulled her close and left a trail of eager kisses along her neck and chest.

Fluttershy reached between Pinkie's plump thighs and discovered she was already damp. “I'm a… whatever this monster is…”

Pinkie moaned and pulled her to the side. They were a pile of kissing, licking, rubbing, giggling mares rolling around the leafy field with their legs and tails intertwined and their soft tummies sliding against each other. Pinkie took Fluttershy by the hoof and dragged her up the hill. “This way. There's something special just for you.”

Two baskets and a checkered blanket waited at the base of the towering elm tree. “A picnic? How lovely. You didn't have to do all this.”

“Considering the way I acted after the meeting, yeah, I do.”

“Aw, don't beat yourself up over that. If I were in your place—”

“Don't make excuses. I let my fears get the better of me. If this is gonna work, I need to be like a balloon and rise above my insecurities.”

Fluttershy settled on the blanket and admired the view down the hill, urging Pinkie to join her. “If you chipped away my insecurities, you could fit the rest of me in a jewelry box. Besides, seeing you act so jealous was kinda reassuring. You really cared.” Fluttershy rubbed Pinkie's shoulder and echoed their conversation from earlier in the summer. “Or is that weird to say?”

Pinkie giggled with recognition. “Don't worry. I know what you mean.” She grabbed one of the baskets, swung open the lid with a seductive smile, and pulled out a pumpkin pie. “Er… This isn't the one I meant. Oh well, who can complain about early dessert?”

They ate from paper plates and shared a thermos of warm apple cider. Pinkie had decorated the pie's surface with a balloon and butterfly design surrounded by little hearts. Fluttershy murmured in appreciation as she bit into the spice-infused pie and the decadent filling melted against her tongue. “You've outdone yourself again. I couldn't bake something this tasty in a hundred lifetimes.”

Pinkie's eyes sparkled with pride, but she played at modesty. “Oh, you know, just a little thing I threw together.”

“Careful. Giving me pastries every time we argue might be another one of your bad incentives.”

“Heeehee! Don't forget the whipped cream!” Pinkie shook a blue canister and doled out fluffy cream on Fluttershy's slice before she stuck the nozzle in her own mouth and—SQUIRT!—Pinkie's cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's. She swallowed with a big gulp and licked her lips. “Mmm! Your turn!” Fluttershy accepted the nozzle like a hamster drinking from a water dispenser, and cold foamy goodness jetted into her mouth. Pinkie sprayed another dollop on Fluttershy's nose and they both giggled. “Wait, wait,” Pinkie said, drifting closer. “Allow me.” Pinkie kissed and licked Fluttershy's muzzle and sucked the cream out of her mouth in a super sloppy kiss. The sugary treat melted and ran down Fluttershy's chin, and Pinkie flashed a devious smile and sprayed whipped cream down Fluttershy's chest and stomach.

Fluttershy yelped and recoiled in laughter. “Hey! That's cold!”

“Guess I'll have to warm you up then.” Pinkie pressed her face into the globs of sticky cream and licked down Fluttershy's chest, leaving behind a wet trail that tingled with goosebumps in the cool wind. The bewildering temperature changes stoked the simmering lust between Fluttershy's thighs into an even greater urgency. Pinkie sloshed her tongue through Fluttershy's cream covered bellybutton while working her hooves to Fluttershy's rump and playfully squeezing her cheeks. “Check it out. The more pie you eat, the bigger your love seat.”

Fluttershy took another bite and sank back into the surprisingly comfortable tree. An arched indentation provided a convenient resting place for the both of them. Fluttershy let out a shocked “EEP!” when Pinkie sprayed freezing whipped cream across her stiff nipples. Pinkie followed with her warm mouth and focused on sweeping up the big mess with her tenacious tongue, licking and sucking Fluttershy's supple mounds, the most sensitive skin right before her swelling cunny.

“There, you're nice and clean,” Pinkie said with a satisfied smile before glancing downward. “Tsk, tsk. Looks like something else got dirty.”

“You can't seem to decide whether sex is dirty or divine.”

Pinkie descended between Fluttershy's outstretched thighs. “It's whatever makes it better for you.”

Fluttershy shuddered from Pinkie's intimate touch. “If anything feels that good it has to be a sin.”

“Mmm, hopefully!” Pinkie ran her incredible tongue along Fluttershy's groove before pressing her muzzle inside and pulling out with a big sticky smile. “Yum! This is one pie I won't ever get tired of falling into face-first.”

Fluttershy laughed ruefully. “You told me not to worry about what others think, but when I gave that speech I felt their eyes moving across my body and it made me hotter than ever. I wanted them to find out how much of a pervert I am so they could denounce me and cast me out. I've pushed these crazy thoughts away for so long, but why? Why do I want to be exposed and humiliated? Because of what happened at flight camp all those years ago? Ugh! I'm so messed up.”

“I dunno why. Figuring out your fantasies is like being lost in a maze of funhouse mirrors. But I do know the more you push a fantasy down, the sweeter and more irresistible it becomes.”

“That's why you brought me out here, isn't it?”

“Maaaybe. Now close your eyes for a special surprise,” Pinkie said with a sing-song voice. Fluttershy played along with growing anticipation. “Keep your mind open and your legs closed. I mean, your legs open and your mind closed. You know what I mean.” Clicks and clacks rang out like buttons being snapped into place, followed by a soft moan. Pinkie jostled Fluttershy as she settled next to her. “Check out my new threads!”

“Oh my…”

A dark belt looped around Pinkie's hips, and between her thighs rose a sparkly purple penis crowned with a flared head. Fluttershy blinked from momentary confusion. Of course it was another toy, but the coloration was only a tad darker than Pinkie's coat.

Pinkie wiggled her hips and giggled as the toy swayed to and fro like a perverted metronome. “This will be fun for both of us, see?” She traced her hoof between her legs and leaned to the side, revealing the toy's elaborate nature. It wrapped around and penetrated Pinkie's marehood and cupped the peak of her valley. “It's wedged nice and deep. Every time I hump you it'll push against me. Neato, huh?”

A smooth stub branched off the base of the shaft and forked into split ends. “What's that?” Fluttershy asked. “Is it broken?”

Pinkie playfully flicked the little arm, showing off its springiness. “That's a happy helper that hugs your button. They're like bunny ears. And that's not even the best part!” Pinkie pressed a sliding switch and the strap-on stirred to life with a vibrating whir. Pinkie let out a long dreamy sigh. “There's a pint-sized earthquake on my end too.” She turned off the toy and rubbed the thick purple shaft. “I stored it next to the cider, so it's nice and toasty.”

“It's just a little weird seeing you with a, um, you know—”

“A cock-a-doodle doo!”

Fluttershy leaned against Pinkie and trailed a hoof down her chest as they met in a giggling kiss. Any trepidation Fluttershy might harbor dissipated at the thought of how well all of Pinkie's ideas turned out. “Show me what to do,” Fluttershy said, unable to hide her eagerness.

“Climb aboard the Pinkie express and go for a ride. Wait a sec, let me just—” Pinkie reached for the lube sitting on the grass nearby.

“I won't need that,” Fluttershy said, throwing a hind leg over Pinkie and straddling her. “Trust me.” The toy's tip brushed the inside of Fluttershy's thighs while she positioned herself atop Pinkie and gingerly pressed back. Her folds enveloped the thick head for a moment, and she gyrated her hips and dipped the crown with her copious excitement. She sank down and drew the shaft deeper inside, but after meeting sudden resistance she paused and rested against Pinkie. “It's been awhile since I did anything like this,” Fluttershy admitted with a shade of embarrassment. “I just need some time to adjust.”

“It's bigger than what we've been playing with. Take it nice and slow. There's no rush.”

Fluttershy glanced over her shoulder. The spire of the Ponyville Town Hall protruded over the wooded horizon. Ponies flew around the town like bees returning honey to their hive, mere dots at this distance, but the idea of a stray pegasus seeing them filled her with a delightful warmth. “I can't believe we're doing this out here. You can talk me into anything.”

Fluttershy engulfed more and more of the length but whimpered as she hit another snag. Her marehood tightened in an unpleasant spasm. Desperate to escape, Fluttershy leaned awkwardly against Pinkie and raised her butt, letting most of the shaft fall out, but the slippery head still rested between her labia. Fluttershy found herself in a vulnerable position and groaned as her strength faded. She would fall back and take more than she could handle and hurt herself and ruin everything, but Pinkie gripped her waist and steadied her. The last vestiges of so many bitter memories melted away in Pinkie's embrace, the last memories of inconsiderate and selfish partners that made her tense up at the thought of deeper penetration. As long as she was with Pinkie she didn't need to worry about any of that nonsense ever again.

The smooth bunny ears brushed across Fluttershy's exposed pearl as she glided down the pliable girth. She accepted everything until she hit the base with a satisfied sigh. Fluttershy rolled her hips as she accommodated the silicone in her deepest confines, each and every movement rubbing her clit from a new direction. With Pinkie's encouragement, Fluttershy was soon rocking back and forth against the obscene toy in the glow of the setting sun. The light warmed her back while the kiss of the cold wind stiffened her nipples into hard little buds that Pinkie massaged with a reassuring smile. Fluttershy couldn't help but unfurl her wings into the gentle breeze and filter the sun's rays into a dappled shadow across Pinkie's face.

“Wow, Shy… You look like an angel. A sexy, sexy angel.”

Fluttershy descended and met Pinkie's waiting mouth. Their tongues swirled together in a dance of pumpkin pie bliss. A surge of confidence tempted Fluttershy into riding the purple dildo with increasing vigor. She bounced faster and faster, devouring the fake cock from tip to base, and just as she found a hint of pleasure her thighs and stomach burned, forcing her to rest. “Apparently my love-making muscles are out of shape. Give me a second.”

The more Fluttershy drank in Pinkie's cute dimples, her wild mane, and her full hips, the worse the tingly ache grew, the worse she needed that toy deep inside, until her frustrations boiled over. “Oh Pinkie! I want you so bad, but I can't do this yet. I need you to show me how.”

Pinkie pulled her into a smoldering kiss. “Let me take care of you.” The world swayed as Pinkie guided her to the soft blanket and propped Fluttershy on her side. Pinkie crawled behind and sensually spooned her. “Just gotta adjust the angle of the dangle.” Another click rang out as Pinkie rotated the bunny ears around the shaft until they lined up properly. Pinkie's eager hooves ran over Fluttershy's rump and clutched her hips. A ravenous sexual hunger overcame Fluttershy.

“Give it to me,” Fluttershy begged. “I need this. I need you.”

Pinkie molded herself against Fluttershy's back and lined up the flared head against Fluttershy's slick heat, pressing in, spreading her apart, and making her gasp with delight. Pinkie pulled out and left her empty and whimpering from the denial.

“A little revenge for the other day,” Pinkie said, kissing her neck. “It's more fun this way anyhow.”

The aching tension under Fluttershy's tail dissolved for several sweet moments as Pinkie pushed back inside, barely past the head, as if conducting a cursory exploration. “More,” Fluttershy demanded. She humped back with her butt and found an exhilarating rush as the glittery shaft sank inside and the little ears tickled her unbelievably stiff clit. Pinkie gripped Fluttershy's sides and held her in place, her earth strength coming to the fore as she withdrew and left her with nothing. Fluttershy cooed and shivered from Pinkie reining in her simmering sexual energy. Each denial only made her lust more ferocious.

Pinkie's warm breath swept across Fluttershy's neck as she worked her hips and teased Fluttershy's desperate groove, occasionally diverting to the side and leaving a sticky trail as she rubbed across her thighs and bottom. With every thrust that drew closer to Fluttershy's throbbing desire she couldn't help but swish her tail and make little frustrated moans.

The thinning edges of the tree's golden canopy provided only the flimsiest cover. If any pegasi flew too close they would catch an eyeful of Fluttershy's exposed rear end, not to mention her thick labia being spread apart by the teasing tip of Pinkie's strap-on. Or maybe in the angled sunlight her dripping pussy would glint across the field and draw someone's eye. Instead of filling her with anxiety, these dirty thoughts made her outrageously horny.

“Oh, Pinkie, you make me feel so wanted, like I'm humming with life, like this is where I always belonged.” Fluttershy trembled under her lover's attentive gaze and wiggled her bum. “But you said I should only be naughty behind closed doors.”

“Eh… Doors are optional.”

“Gosh, just look at all the hiding spots out there. Someone with binoculars could totally be watching us right now, maybe from the woods, maybe from way up in the sky.”

“Then let's give them a proper peepshow.”

Pinkie pushed past Fluttershy's entrance and plunged inside, reducing her to a shuddering wreck as her pussy stretched with sublime pleasure. Instead of falling into a monotonous and predictable pattern, Pinkie swiveled her hips and pressed the lovely length against Fluttershy's walls. A series of shallow strokes preceded a sudden deep thrust that opened Fluttershy all the way and made her gasp with sheer joy. Without missing a beat, Pinkie delivered several quick jolts to her deepest limit.

“Oooh my gosh! Right there,” Fluttershy cooed. “I want it deep, nice and—”

Pinkie pulled out in a slow, agonizing retreat that left Fluttershy unbearably empty. Just when Fluttershy couldn't stand that woeful void another instant, Pinkie advanced with a wiggling thrust and bottomed out to the hilt before grinding against her clit. Fluttershy groaned from the surprising movements and the return of that long sought after full feeling.

“Rocking your hips is less exhausting than bouncing,” Pinkie said. “But you know I don't tire easy.”

“Mmmm. Playing with those hula hoops really did wonders for your hips.”

“This will do wonders for your everything.”

Pinkie pressed the switch and the dildo rumbled to life and sent shock waves through the foundation of Fluttershy's femininity. The vibrations were more resonant than the butterfly toy, like an all-encompassing massage, and the undulating head rubbed against Fluttershy's deepest sweet spots and brought perfect pleasure.

In the distance, along the edge of the field, a caravan of wagon-pulling ponies traveled across the dirt path.

“Oh my! W-What if someone actually finds us?” Fluttershy asked. “What would we say?”

“Tell them we were playing leap frog and I got stuck.”

Fluttershy scrunched the blanket in her hooves and whimpered from the thought of those strangers crossing the meadow, gathering around the hill, and watching their sordid coupling. The idea of being watched so closely filled her skin with a fiery current, and seeing so many ponies in the distance bridged the gap between forbidden fantasies and stark reality. She wanted complete strangers to gawk at her, to see her cunny spread open to the world, to see her sexual release under Pinkie's devoted thrusting. Fluttershy wanted everyone to know she was more than an awkward pony who spent all her time in the woods caring for animals and fretting about the future. She was a sexual spirit who couldn't hide it anymore. She was a horny mare!

“Ooooh! I'm almost there!” Fluttershy cried out. “Ah! Keep holding me tight! It's so good!”

At this most crucial moment Fluttershy needed a steady rhythm, something reliable, something that wouldn't waver, and Pinkie provided all she needed and more. Fluttershy's orgasm heralded its approach with a familiar rush of tingles swirling around the tip of her clitoris, and another salvo of Pinkie's boisterous thrusts would soon free them and send the sparks deep inside.

In the distance, one of the wagon ponies stopped in their tracks and gazed across the sun drenched field. Fluttershy squinted and beheld a mare with a rich caramel coat. Toffee Swirl.

“D-Does she see us?” Fluttershy asked with shaking excitement. “Was I too loud?”

“Oh hey, it's our old pal Toffee! She can deliver honey whenever she wants, ya know what I mean?”

“She's looking right at us!”

“I bet you like her big bouncy butt, huh? You totally have a thing for plump earth mares with ooey gooey coochies. Hmm… Maybe she thinks we're just hugging? Let's call her over so she can see what's up. YOOHOO! TOFFEE!”

“Don't you dare! Oh my goodness, the rest of them are stopping too. T-They see us! Oh Pinkie! I'm gonna… I'm gonna…”

A river of life gushed out of Fluttershy's pussy and splattered against her thighs and cascaded onto the blanket. Her cosmic spot throbbed with mind melting pleasure and she couldn't stop bucking her hips back into Pinkie's clutches. Each exhilarating pulse around the stiff silicone was more intense than the last, its strength building to a vivid peak of clenching ecstasy that stole her breath, her mind, her restraint, fueled to greater heights by the mob of curious ponies watching from afar. Maybe they would spread gossip about how she wasn't such a quiet mare when she lifted her tail for Pinkie's big vibrating cock. Imagining all the potential consequences only pushed her deeper into debauchery. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Dirty rumors might make her more relatable, maybe spreading her legs would help spread their message, maybe this would prove how much she loved nature. One last warm geyser spurted onto the blanket before Fluttershy slumped behind her mane. The once explosive pleasure dissolved to a fading glow.

“That was a messy one,” Pinkie said, continuing to pump with increasingly squishy thrusts. “Bet you feel loads better now.”

Fluttershy's release drained her strength and left her as fragile as the papery leaves raining from the sky. She would blow away in the wind and never be found if it weren't for Pinkie holding her close.

“Looks like our wagon pals are moving on,” Pinkie said. “Bummer, you won't get to thank them. Wanna rest now or what?”

“I need to keep going until I find my limit. Just like you did! Please don't stop!”

Pinkie brushed her lips across the side of Fluttershy's neck and up to her ears. “I won't stop until you're a puddle. Pinkie promise.”

For too long Fluttershy had been a prisoner trapped in her own body. She no longer cared for the chains she once called dignity. Old limits and boundaries melted away in their passion, and all that remained was a realm of pleasure to explore. Fluttershy's delirious moans rang out across the fields and forests, her voice rising and falling with the ebb and flow of hoof curling bliss.

“That's your sweetest song yet,” Pinkie said. “Encore!”

More ponies in the distance heard Fluttershy's wild calls and paused to ascertain the source. Whether they saw the truth didn't matter. The mere possibility was enough to ignite Fluttershy's imagination and bring her closer to a release even more triumphant than the last.

From the edge of Ponyville ascended the purple and silver hot air balloon—the griffon's balloon. It sailed over the marigold field and swallowed the sun while its shadow rolled ever closer. If the griffons in the basket were paying any attention they would spy Pinkie bottoming out between Fluttershy's quivering thighs again and again.

“Incoming sky buddies with eagle eyes!” Pinkie yelled. “Ahoy, mateys! Come on, Shy, spread your legs wide and give Gilda a dirty going away present. I hear she's a big fan of mare pussy!”

Savage joy roared through Fluttershy from Pinkie's bold pumping as the balloon passed overhead and a crowd of feathery faces gazed down with yellow eyes. Their silent judgment swept across Fluttershy's body like a hot spotlight and spilled into every nook and cranny without remorse. Fluttershy had never felt this naked and exposed in her entire life, and she cried out from another gushing release so intense her jaw went slack. “FFF-FUCK! Fuck me! Ahh! S-So sorry! I didn't mean to curse and ruin the moment… it's just sooo good… they totally saw us… they saw everything…”

“If it's not okay to say a dirty word when you're creaming, when can you?”

“I need something more,” Fluttershy said with growing confidence, her whole body tingling with lust. “I need it rough.”

“You sure?”

“I'm not a delicate flower. I want you to shove me into the dirt and fuck me silly. Um, you know, if that's okay with—”

Pinkie pushed her shoulders and leveled the world.

The grass poked Fluttershy's soft stomach and chest as she landed with a surprised grunt. Pinkie advanced at once, using her knees to nudge Fluttershy's legs even further apart, her weight bearing down across Fluttershy's upturned bottom before pressing against her back. Fluttershy's legs sprawled out behind her onto the edge of the blanket and rendered her completely vulnerable, but Pinkie's invasion didn't come like she hoped. Instead, Pinkie rubbed and teased the head of the strap-on along her slippery crease.

Pinkie spoke into her ears with a sultry growl. “Ooh, my little Shy, you want more than guidance, don't ya? You want to be controlled and put in your place while everyone watches.”

“Yes! Make me feel weak and helpless.”

Pinkie wrapped her forelegs around Fluttershy's chest and enveloped her feeble body. As soon as the crown of the vibrator slid inside Fluttershy's needy cunny, Pinkie drove forward with deep thrusts, insistent thrusts, her tempo increasing into a dizzying crescendo, a wild, spirited pumping that stretched Fluttershy's deepest fathoms. She was addicted to Pinkie's strength draped across her back, to these crazy feelings bubbling up inside she no longer had to stifle and pretend didn't exist. Pinkie kissed her hard on the neck, nibbled her ears aggressively, and held her in a possessive grip she couldn't escape.

“There's no going back now,” Pinkie said. “All of Ponyville can hear your desperate moans. They know exactly what kind of mare you are. Show them how much you love to party!”

Fluttershy rocked forward with each glorious thrust. “I want to show them everything. I want them to see how helpless I am under you. I want—Ahh! I can't stop creaming! Take me until there's nothing left!”

A shivering inferno consumed Fluttershy, and from deep in her chest came a surprised whinny that turned into a silent squeal. The magical feelings from her clit and hot spot blended into a mind obliterating pleasure that quaked from between her legs and sent her wings sprawling to either side, more useless than ever. Fluttershy thrashed and shook and whimpered from the onslaught and almost broke free in the commotion, but Pinkie pinned her to the grass and rammed her inner depths with even more frenzied thrusts that slapped against her rump and made wet smacking noises.

“Yes, yes! Fuck me!” Fluttershy begged through a feverish moan as she raised her bottom higher. “Pound my pussy! Pound my dirty, pathetic pussy!”

Pinkie redoubled her efforts and plowed into her with increasing zeal and ignited a blazing chain reaction that rushed from the base of Fluttershy's tail into her chest and limbs. The orgasms and their aftershocks came faster and faster and gathered together like tributaries flowing into a great rampaging river and exploded into a thick syrup that squirted out in endless torrents, each pulse more mind blowing than the last. The world grew electric and alive, drowned in a hot sticky fog, while the autumn colors melted like candle wax.

An out of control maelstrom raged under Fluttershy's tail. The monster dripped and clenched with primordial lust, and because Pinkie had summoned this demon it was only proper she fought it back to the abyss from whence it came. And yet Fluttershy's raw sexuality was so powerful even Pinkie had trouble keeping up. Gasping and panting for air, Pinkie loosened her grip while her thrusts weakened and slowed to nothing. Newfound energy welled up inside Fluttershy, and she rose to her knees and lifted Pinkie with her. Fluttershy bucked back and sent her marefriend reeling.

“What's the matter, Pinkie? Nothing silly to say? No more puns? The least you can do is fuck me!”

Pinkie pulled back, muttering something about not breaking her promise, until the dildo's flared head almost fell out. With a grunt and a shout, Pinkie charged and crashed into Fluttershy like a train, making choo-choo noises as they fell together. Fluttershy plunged into the grass near a clump of marigolds, flat against her belly, and Pinkie pressed her chest across Fluttershy's shoulders and pinned her down for good. “Now you're all mine, my dirty little angel.” Pinkie poured out the last of her strength and hammered Fluttershy into heaven. She was completely immobilized and pushed down so hard the grass scraped against her nipples and filled her with a delicious glow. There was no escape from this unrelenting pussy pounding, and she loved every second of it.

“Make me your meek little mare,” Fluttershy begged without shame. “I need this so bad! I need it with you!”

Pinkie forged the enigma of Fluttershy's deepest desires into profound pleasures with every thrust into her sweltering heat. Sexual surrender was Fluttershy's way of coping with a lifetime of vulnerability, to embrace what she always feared, to share her weakness with Pinkie and be accepted without judgment. Fluttershy howled and strained against the limits of her body as healing waves rippled from her sacred spot and soothed the jagged edges of her mind. The awakening was so intense she would burst into a swarm of butterflies and travel the world on pink wings, from the volcanic dragon lands to the granite mountains beyond Griffonstone that held up the sky.

The fragrance of their coupling mixed together and swirled around them in a haze of sweaty mare scent that baked a memory into Fluttershy's mind she would never forget. She swished her tail and spread more of their heavy perfume until it clung to their coats and manes and seeped into their nostrils, so thick and heavy not even the chilled wind could blow their desire away.

The tantalizing truth of Fluttershy's sexuality emerged from the fog. Her lusts were born neither from sinful shadows nor cosmic clouds, but from raw untamed mother nature, from blood and nerves and the hot sweat that poured down their bodies and dripped down her back. Fluttershy's sexuality was a glittering gem buried in the mud and long forgotten. It was bitter honey from a jar broken by her doubts and put together by hugs and kisses and laughter. It was an enchanted forest burned until there's nothing left but ashes and the seeds waiting for the rains that would grow them all the stronger.

At long last Fluttershy's sexuality was her own.

Pinkie threw herself across Fluttershy's back and sank to the hilt. She gasped and cried out with sweet sugary shouts that echoed across the meadow, and Fluttershy joined her in a moaning duet and surrendered to waves of liberating ecstasy that rocked the very core of her hot throbbing marehood. They shivered and clung to each other for meaning in a frightening world that stretched all around them and soared over the horizon. Maybe someday everything they ever cared about would be destroyed by rust and ruin and the ravages of time, but in this moment there was only understanding and togetherness.

The intensity of their passion left them utterly exhausted. Pinkie rested her muzzle in the crook of Fluttershy's shoulder while they gathered their wits and caught their breath. In these tender moments nothing needed to be said to prove what they meant to one another. They found strength in their mutual frailty and helped each other rest against the tree. Pinkie disconnected the belt and set it aside. They peered out across the field at the dazzling sunset, but they preferred the greater beauty of their lover's eyes. They drifted closer and prepared for an intimate kiss. As the tension swelled to an emotional peak, a gold leaf whirled through the air and smacked into Pinkie's face. They erupted into hysterical giggling fits until Fluttershy peeled off the surprise blindfold.

“Well aren't you a cute wood nymph,” Pinkie said. “Or a cute nymphomaniac.”

“Guess that makes two of us.” Fluttershy curled up alongside Pinkie with a sneaking suspicion. “So just between the two of us, did you tell the griffons to fly over that field?”

“And spill all my secrets? No way! But I'm digging how you think I'm a kinky mastermind bent on world domination. You ever think maybe everything just magically turns out perfect when we're together? Oh! Oh! Big idea! This would be even better if I called another Star Snatcher!” Pinkie took a deep breath, and Fluttershy pounced and covered her mouth.

“Don't you dare,” Fluttershy said through another giggle.

“Mmffmrrrrooona.”

“Huh?” Fluttershy relented and let her speak.

“I wasn't really gonna.”

“Pretty sure all the Star Snatchers migrated by now anyway.” The setting sun painted the sky a lovely peach, and as Fluttershy admired the view she enveloped Pinkie with her outstretched wing. “Remember when I said I prefer the ground because I feel more like an earth pony?”

“Sure do.”

“I have a new reason: The ground is where you are.”

“You're sweeter than a sundae,” Pinkie said. “But don't let me hold you down. Write that book. Speak your mind and don't sugarcoat your words. You know everyone would read it. And when you're busy writing, I'll take care of your animals. I'll give you yummy food, hugs, kisses, and whatever else you need.”

Fluttershy let out a long sigh. “I'm lucky to have you, but what if this campaign isn't enough to save ponykind? What if Harmony and everything else is a great big lie? What if it's our destiny to destroy ourselves?”

“If that's true, then…” Pinkie surveyed the heavens and closed her eyes. She searched for an honest answer to Fluttershy's fears instead of easy reassurances. “If that's true, we should hold our loved ones close and tell them how much they mean to us. We should share the simple pleasures of life and remember the good times. I want to believe beauty can always be found, no matter how bad things get, even if it's only in our dreams.”

Fluttershy leaned against Pinkie and wrapped her tight in a fluffy wing hug. “I promise I'll put myself out there and do my part. I have to. I can't hide anymore.”

“And I'll stick by your side every step of the way, if you can stand me.”

Fluttershy held Pinkie's foreleg and massaged her hoof. “I can do more than stand you, Pinkie. The truth is I can't stop thinking about you, and whenever you're gone it’s like part of me is missing. You make me feel like I can do anything. I… I think I'm falling in love with you.”

“Don't worry, I'll catch you!” Pinkie pulled Fluttershy close and kissed her on the forehead. “Seeing you happy makes me feel like my life wasn't a stupid waste. Like I made the world a little bit brighter.”

“So you love me too?”

Pinkie flashed a devilish grin and took Fluttershy by the lips. The sun descended behind the Everfree, and the sky glowed with a brilliant mixture of yellow and pink.