Fluttershy Makes Love With Herself (And Her Other Self)

by Samey90

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Fluttershy, Porn, Sex, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3035

Fluttershy's alternative selves come back to have sex with each other.

Severeshy, Hipstershy, and Fluttergoth come back! Not with a vengeance, though. This time, they just want to have a threesome in the quaint interior of Fluttershy's cottage.

Contains: selfcest lesbians buttplugs strap-ons gushing marecum dominoes.

Youtube reading by ScarlettBlade
Preread/edited by kalash93 and Bootsy Slickmane
🇺🇦Russian translation🇺🇦 by FoxcubRandy and ColdSky

Cover vectors by jhayarr23 (characters) and BitterPlagueRat (background).

Published 2018-04-23 20:10:13 UTC
Last updated 2018-04-23 20:10:13 UTC

Now There are Three of Them!

Even though it was the middle of the night, Fluttershy still tossed and turned in her bed. Her ears kept twitching, aware of every single sound both inside and outside the cottage. Most of her pets were asleep; she could hear snoring, calm breaths, and Harry the Bear muttering something about using a balloon to get to the bees’ nest. Some of the creatures were, however, awake. From what Fluttershy heard, a parliament of owls gathered outside to discuss the case of an attempted murder of crows. One of them proposed taking it to the kangaroo court, but Fluttershy was sure there were no kangaroos around.

Her eyes shot open. She realised that tomorrow she was supposed to teach about kindness in The School of Friendship, yet she was still awake, counting kangaroos. Now where were her sheep? She tried counting sheep instead, but it didn’t help. Counting vampire fruit bats only made her teeth hurt.

Eventually, she got up from her bed and started to walk around the cottage hoping that it’d tire her. No such thing happened. Groaning in frustration, Fluttershy rested herself against the closet, sliding on the floor.

The closet door opened with a loud creak. Fluttershy shuddered, jumping to her hooves. She turned to look inside of the closet in case something scary was lurking there.

Seeing no scary things, Fluttershy sighed with relief. There were a couple of her dresses inside, as well as the recent addition to her humble collection of clothes – a formal outfit she’d worn during her brief stint of looking after Rarity’s boutique in Manehattan. It consisted of a shirt, a jacket, and a pair of wide trousers. Severe, formal, but not unapproachable.

The trousers were what fascinated Fluttershy the most. Hardly any ponies wore them, not even Fancy Pants, as she recalled. She smirked at the thought and took the outfit out of the closet, imagining herself wearing it for school. Surely that’d make the students focus on her more.

She looked at the window and, seeing that it was covered by a curtain, she put the outfit on. Then she walked to the mirror and tied her mane in a bun, completing the attire.

“Welcome to the classroom,” Fluttershy said, turning away from the mirror. “During today’s lecture, we’ll talk about the implications of kindness and its influences on the world of business. Hey, you in the back! What are you doing?”

Suddenly, the door of the closet opened again. This time, however, the sound it made was different. As if the hinges were never oiled and covered in rust. The wood scratched against metal, resembling cracking of the ice in the lakes of distant north where only reindeers dared to tread.

Another Fluttershy walked out of the closet, blinking despite the light inside of the cottage being rather faint. She wore a black dress with a ruffled shirt underneath. Several piercings adorned her ear, visible from under the messy mane.

“What are you doing in my closet?” the Fluttershy in a business suit asked.

“I found the best place to sleep,” the other Fluttershy replied in a monotone. “It’s as close to a coffin as possible, at least until we get the actual coffin.”

“Then why don’t you sleep?” the severe yet not unapproachable Fluttershy asked. “We kind of need it to rise and shine tomorrow, darling.”

The black-clad Fluttershy sighed, “I only sleep during the day.”

“That’s simply unimaginable,” Severeshy replied. “Do you know how bad is such a sleeping pattern for your skin? Although with the amount of eyeliner you’re using, my gothic friend, it’s probably not as visible… Don’t creep behind me like this!”

“Who, me?” Fluttergoth asked.

“Not you.” Severeshy scoffed, turning back to the mirror. Somehow, the mirror was gone, replaced by a yellow mare with a pink braid and thick-rimmed glasses. She wore a quite fashionable purple hat and a matching jacket. “You!”

“Oh, hi girls!” the third Fluttershy exclaimed. “I’m like, so totally glad to see you again!”

“Hmm… Nice to see you too,” Severeshy muttered coldly.

“Blessings,” Fluttergoth said, raising her hoof. “What’s going on among the living?”

“Oh, it’s like, totally awesome!” The third Fluttershy walked to Fluttergoth and hugged her.She could as well hug an icicle. “Girls, we should totally go out somewhere. Like, we should go shopping, or drink coffee, or get drunk, or bang, or, like, have an orgy or just hang out…”

“I tried to hang myself once,” Fluttergoth muttered, “but suicide is not for someone who’s already dead inside.”

“Shopping?” Severeshy asked. “Remember that we work in a store. Though the more I look at you, the more I think of putting up some ‘no hipsters allowed’ sign or something.”

“Oh, puh-lease!” Hipstershy rolled her eyes and turned to Fluttergoth. “Let’s just pretend you’re, like, not creepy for a while, okay?” She turned back to Severeshy. “And let’s pretend you totally have a sense of humour instead of, like, a stick in your ass. Like, it’s a nice night, we’re in some totally rustic cottage–”

“I was just wondering about the smell,” Severeshy muttered.

“– and this place’s got, like, so much soul!” Hipstershy continued, unperturbed. “You like the atmosphere, right? And I know you like coffee, my little gothic friend.”

“Yes,” Fluttergoth replied. “Black.”

“Aww, and I sooo like to draw faces in latte!” Hipstershy squeed. “We should totally bond more often.”

“Aren’t we already so bound that we’re practically one?” Severeshy asked. “At this point, we can probably get married.”

“Oh no.” Fluttergoth shuddered. “I’d have to wear white.”

“Isn’t marriage, like, overrated?” Hipstershy shrugged. “I was just, like, talking with our friend Tree Hugger. She totally believes in free love and it’s, like, the best thing ever.”

“Ah, that explains why it was so hard to get rid of the fleas,” Severeshy deadpanned, scratching her butt. “I think there are still some left…”

“Those are, like, details, girl.” Hipstershy wrapped her arm around Severeshy, causing her to wince. “Free love is totally awesome. I bet even Gothie would smile.”

“Okay.” Severeshy looked at Fluttergoth and smirked.

“What?” Hipstershy asked.

“I take the bet,” Severeshy replied, “if you make her smile, I’ll–”

“You do realise I’m standing here, right?” Fluttergoth frowned, which didn’t differ much from her regular expression. “And I will not let just anypony to come into my temple…”

“Hey, I don’t mean, like, your temples, honey.” Hipstershy patted Fluttergoth’s head. “I mean your va-jay-jay. After all, it’s, like, similar to mine, so it won’t be hard to pleasure you.”

“I know no pleasures,” Fluttergoth muttered.

“We noticed.” Severeshy sighed. “and I think you could totally use some.” She winced and looked at Hipstershy. “Damn, now I’m saying that!”

“Like, totally.” Hipstershy chuckled briefly and licked her lips, staring at Fluttergoth. “I could go to town with you in ways you don’t know were possible.”

Fluttergoth didn’t smile, although her eyes shone a little brighter, like a small star surrounded by supermassive black holes. “I doubt it. There are dark places in my mind that don’t allow me to–” She was cut off when Hipstershy kissed her.

“Nice.” Severeshy clapped her hooves. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the couch?”

“Yeah,” Hipstershy replied. “Hey, she’s blushing already!”

“I am incapable of blushing,” Fluttergoth said, climbing on the couch and lying on her back.

“As if.” Hipstershy removed her hat and lifted Fluttergoth’s dress. “Whoa… Did it, like, hurt?”

“What?” Severeshy asked, taking off to get a better view..

Hipstershy giggled. “She has, like, a piercing in her love taco.”

“Huh.” Severeshy nodded, taking a closer look. “I didn’t expect any, umm… physical differences.”

“I like pain,” Fluttergoth muttered, trying to stop the dress from covering her face. “It reminds me how– Uhh…” She moaned when Hipstershy prodded the piercing with her hoof.

“This didn’t sound like pain,” Severeshy said.

“It totally rubs her the good way when she walks.” Hipstershy lowered her head. Her soft breath ruffled Fluttergoth’s floof. “Does it?”

“Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I play with it while thinking of death,” Fluttergoth replied. “Then I have to wash the coffin.”

“Play with it, huh?” Hipstershy licked her lips before running her tongue along Fluttergoth’s pussy and around the piercing. “Until, like, the little death?”

“Mhm,” Fluttergoth muttered.

“Less talking, more playing, you dirty carpet muncher,” Severeshy said, poking Hipstershy in the back of her head. Hipstershy went down on Fluttergoth, working her tongue around her clit. She slid it inside, tasting the juices building up; her lips touched the soft skin between Fluttergoth’s legs, leaving a faint trace of saliva on her fur.

Fluttergoth’s wings twitched. She took a deep breath, grabbing Hipstershy’s head and bringing it lower. Hipstershy’s braid loosened; a few strands of hair escaped the scrunchie. Nevertheless, she kept licking Fluttergoth’s pussy, the smell of her juices filling her nostrils.

“Good,” Severeshy whispered. “Move your leg a bit…”

Suddenly, Hipstershy felt something hot and wet falling on her back. She twitched and raised her head. Severeshy was flying above her with one of her hooves between her hind legs. Several damp patches covered the front of her pants.

“Are you, like, jerking off on me?” Hipstershy asked. “Gross! You could come here and help me…”

“I have a better idea…” Severeshy landed on the floor and put her hoof on Hipstershy’s pink shorts. “Those look kinda ridiculous, darling.” She smacked the pink-clad butt. “While I enjoy watching as you ruin them with your juices, I’m pretty sure you’d look better without them.”

“Pot and kettle, hun,” Hipstershy muttered, raising her head from Fluttergoth’s crotch and pointing at Severeshy’s outfit. “You’d better get something, like, more comfortable.”

“I already have something in mind, darling.” Severeshy removed her trousers and walked to the bed. She took a small box from under it and blew the dust off of the cover.

Hipstershy’s eyes widened when she saw what was in the box. “Oh, gag me with a spoon!” she exclaimed.

Fluttergoth raised her head from the couch. “Huh. That’s pretty metal.”

“I know, right?” Severeshy stood on hind legs so they could see the strap-on better. “Also, Hippie, some gagging may be involved. As well as other things.” She grabbed the box, revealing a buttplug.

Hipstershy furrowed her eyebrows. “You just love sticking things in ponies, don’t you? You totally have, like, a domino fetish…”

“Domino? Never heard about this one, but I’m pretty sure somepony is into it. What you’re talking about is domination fetish.” Severeshy smirked, licking her lips. “Also, it’s rude to leave Gothie hanging…”

Hipstershy pierced Fluttergoth with her gaze. “If you turn it into, like, another story of a bungled suicide, I’m out.”

“Nah, I was just about to say that my vagina is hot like Tartarus right now,” Fluttergoth replied in the dullest monotone she could muster.

“I’d better get back to it, then,” Hipstershy said, resting her hooves against the couch and lowered her head over Fluttergoth. Meanwhile, Severeshy approached her from behind, pulling her shorts down, but not before giving her a wedgie.

“Yeah, use your teeth...” Fluttergoth moaned.

“What?” Severeshy stopped lubing up the buttplug and looked at Fluttergoth unsurely.

“I may have bitten her by accident,” Hipstershy muttered, her voice muffled as she sucked on Fluttergoth’s clit.

“Great. Now she’ll catch hipster disease. Whatever.” Severeshy smirked, leaning over to Hipstershy and spreading her buttcheeks. “Watch out, I’m going for your ass. Bet you’ve never had anything there before…”

“As if,” Hipstershy replied. “I had things in my ass before it was cool…”

“Let’s see how you can handle this, then…” Severeshy lined up the buttplug, trying to slide it in Hipstershy’s anus. The bespectacled mare hissed, feeling the toy pressing against her flesh. Severeshy pushed it inside and smacked Hipstershy’s cheek. “Now you look like a real model. Tail held high, smile on your face–”

“Well, you have a stick up your ass all the time,” Fluttergoth muttered. “Just fuck her while she performs her futile duty of pleasuring me.”

Severeshy looked at her strap-on and at Hipstershy, who started working of Fluttergoth’s pussy again. She swished her tail to the side, revealing the buttplug and a torrent of juices trickling down her hind legs, which were shuddering slightly. Severeshy didn’t think twice. She grabbed the base of Hipstershy’s wings with her front legs and mounted her, sliding the strap-on into her soft folds.

Hipstershy gasped, her warm exhale sending shivers down Fluttergoth’s spine. Her wings smacked Severshy’s face. “F-fuck…” she whispered.

“Indeed, darling.” Severeshy smirked. Her bun fell apart in a cascade of pink mane, and her shirt was wet from sweat. She rocked her hips back, the strap-on nearly leaving Hipstershy’s vagina before Severeshy thrust forward again, pushing her onto Fluttergoth.

Hipstershy moaned. She’d discovered earlier that Fluttergoth was quite a gusher; some of the juices landed on her glasses and her mouth was filled with the taste that was making her mind go haywire. Severeshy kept bucking her hips against her, each move of the strap-on causing her to shiver in pleasure. Juices began to pool on the floor.

She focused her tongue on Fluttergoth’s clit. She could feel her body tense and knew that the black-clad mare was close. When she looked up for a moment, she saw that Gothie’s make-up was running down her face along with the tears flowing from her closed eyes. Her frantic hooves found Hipstershy’s head, pushing it down against the tender lips.

Severeshy looked at Fluttergoth. She could hear her panting and moans; she was lying on the couch, her head thrown back and her wings spread. Her makeup kept running, staining her face and her shirt, now crumpled and unbuttoned, with her dress tossed somewhere aside. With her ruffled mane, Fluttergoth was the most adorable mess Severeshy had seen in her life.

The impression, however, lasted only a few seconds before Severeshy turned her eyes down on Hipstershy and thrusted the strap-on deep inside of her. Hipstershy squealed; Severeshy felt her end of the strap-on jamming into her clit, causing tears to flow from her eyes. She clenched her hooves on Hipstershy’s wings, groaning.

“If you, like, rip any of my feathers, I’ll put that buttplug in your ass and kick so hard you’ll totally spit it out…” Hipstershy whispered, her face still buried in Fluttergoth’s crotch.

“Maybe we’ll try that later, darling…” Severeshy panted, looking at Fluttergoth. “How come she’s still going?”

“Actually…” Fluttergoth’s moan turned into a muffled scream. A stream of juices coming out of her pussy suddenly changed into a long spurt, hitting Hipstershy in the face. Hipstershy backpedalled, blinking. Most of the fluid landed on her glasses, but she still got a mouthful.

Just that alone wouldn’t be enough to send her over the edge, but as she took a step back, the dildo went deeper into her, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. Her legs trembled and she gasped in bliss; a torrent of juices shot out of her, staining Severeshy’s fur.

Still panting, Hipstershy dropped on the floor, the strap-on sliding out of her vagina. Fluttergoth sat on the couch, trying to wipe the eyeliner off her face, but only smearing it further.

“Just great,” Severeshy muttered. “You two are done, but you still left me hanging…” She looked at a glaze of Hipstershy’s cum coating her strap-on and turned to Fluttergoth. “You. Your mouth wasn’t very useful today, was it?”

“I’m travelling around the dark galaxies and I still have to come back to this cold, little planet.” Fluttergoth sighed, her eyes wide as the couch rocked gently on the tide of fluids.

Severeshy walked to the couch, the strap-on still dangling between her legs, and lay down on it. “I’ll help you come back if you help me clean it first.”

“See?” Hipstershy sat on the floor, casually smearing her juices all over her stomach with her hoof. “Sev put on, like, a fake dick and she totally thinks she can– Oh, that’s like, grody to the max!” She exclaimed, seeing as Fluttergoth grabbed the strap-on with her mouth, nearly swallowing it whole while massaging Severeshy’s flanks with her wings.

Hipstershy made a gagging sound. So did Fluttergoth, but for an entirely different reason. She raised her head, a trail of saliva still connecting her mouth with the toy. Then, much to Severeshy’s surprise, she stood on all four and jumped on the dildo, riding it with a truly severe passion.

Severeshy’s eyes widened. The shorter end of the strap-on kept rubbing against the walls of her pussy as well as her clit, sending sparks of pleasure along her nerves. Still, she could hardly believe her eyes – it wasn’t a common sight, Fluttergoth jumping up and down on the rubber dick, moaning with her eyes closed.

“See?” Hipstershy asked, idly playing with her buttplug. “We finally woke up the demon in her. Too bad it’s like, a sex demon or something equally lit…”

The only answer was a muffled wail of pleasure. Severeshy arched her back, taking deep, frantic breaths and rubbing her pussy through the strap-on’s harness.

Hipstershy smirked. “Guess that means I can join the fun!”

Meanwhile, in the darkest corner of the room, Angel Bunny watched the scene unfolding in front of him and his wince kept growing bigger. Although he was a bunny and a father of at least fifty little bunnies, he still found pony mating habits to be quite disgusting.

Angel didn’t keep an exact file on that topic, but he felt that recently Fluttershy’s masturbation habits got pretty strange. Earlier, it was just a quick orgasm followed by a few minutes of quiet sobbing. Now, she kept going for at least a few rather rough hours before passing out on the couch from exhaustion which Angel found to be a waste of energy. Especially since there was no one else but Fluttershy in the room and as far as Angel knew, there was no way for her to conceive offspring with just a box of rubber toys.

Angel sighed and shook his head in a very equine way. Fluttershy could be pretty weird, sometimes.