Six Nights of Ecstasy

Sitting by the fire in her room, Fluttershy silently read one of her the dozens of novels that her friend Twilight had lent her. Nights like these, where the blazing summer sun had just gone down, and the gentle coolness of night had descended upon the land, were nights where she just wanted to relax by the crackling warmth of a fire while reading a good book. What could be more satisfying?

Tonight, it was just her, and she had every reason to be at-ease. Discord, her chaotic but sweet bestie, was off on his wild vacation in several new dimensions, doing Celestia-knows-what. And her delightful pet and companion, Angel the bunny, was off scampering around the nearby woods, doing whatever devious little bunnies do.

When she was alone at home, this was what she did. It was the perfect opportunity to get indelved in a wholesome, innocent novel.

On the nightstand nearby rested a steaming cup of apricot and spice tea, sending up a heavenly aroma only surpassed in strength by the sharp odor emanating from the cedar logs roasting in the fireplace.

She took up her teacup with caution, sipped it gingerly as swirls of steam flowed around her face, scrunched her muzzle, and set it back down. "Ahhh," she sighed with content. "Tonight has been just so wonderful. I don't think it could get any better..." Opening her book back up, she returned to the story, a tale of a young mare meeting the stallion of her dreams.

Fluttershy greatly enjoyed tales of romance. Nothing too intimate, but hugs, kisses, and occasional cuddling were her favorite things to read about. Secretly, it was because someday she wished for the same in her own life. She had her friends - there was no doubt she wasn't alone - but they simply couldn't satisfy her longing for a partner, somepony to cuddle with on a cold, dark night. She had wanted such a thing since she moved to Ponyville, but her own personality was the barrier that would ultimately prevent it from ever happening. In lieu of a real life partner, she reserved herself to reading fantasy novels of mares and their experiences with romance. And so far, this current book was hitting all the sweet-spots.

Although... it seemed as though the story was hinting at an event-to-come that Fluttershy preferred to avoid reading. She loved romance, but when it dipped into physical intimacy, she tended to shy away. Thus, she had asked that Twilight try to avoid sending her any novels that contained such things.

Of course, she could just be understanding the story wrong, so she continued reading, intrigued by the ensuing romance. As the pages began to fly, Fluttershy found herself deeply fascinated by the climbing sexual tension between the mare and the stallion. In the middle of a scene where they started to make love, Fluttershy broke from her trance and slammed the book closed, taking loud, heavy breaths.

Why did she start reading that? And why was it so... interesting...? So... satisfying...?

Fluttershy realized she was really hot; beads of sweat had begun forming on her brow. But somehow, she knew it wasn't from the fire. This feeling wasn't new to her, and in fact, she experienced it all the time. Estrus was the usual culprit. Rarity, her most trusted confidant, had told her these feelings were only natural, and to embrace them. But Fluttershy was just too... shy. That didn't mean that a curiosity didn't exist for the subject, however.

Fluttershy shakily retrieved her cup of tea, gulping down a large portion, despite it scorching her mouth and throat on the way down. She was trying to get the images of the scene from the story out of her head, but they seemed to linger, almost beckoning her back to the book to pick up where she left off.

Her hardest efforts weren't enough to stave off the burning desires she felt building in her loins, and she dove back into the book, her eyes flying over the words and absorbing the erotic content, squirming in her seat. Flushing hard, she kept reading, awestruck by the details the author had concocted about the scene unfolding before her. The foreplay with toys, the moans and sighs of pleasure, the cries of lust, demanding more, begging to be finished off...

"Ahhh!" Fluttershy closed the book, dropping it on the floor with a thud between her hind legs. She had driven herself mad, and now her mind was infested with lewd thoughts and vivid fantasies she wished to suppress. The book had awoken her sexuality, and now she would have to find a way to get rid of it as she usually did.

...Or would she?

Perhaps, instead of avoiding the thing Rarity had spoken so highly of, she should embrace it. If Rarity found it so amazing and worth the thought, maybe she should. But how?

The scene with foreplay and toys found its way to the forefront of her mind. Although the scene was about the interaction between two ponies, she figured there would have to be some way to serve herself, without a partner.

It suddenly occurred to her what she was preparing to do, what she wanted to do. She remained seated, burying her face in her hooves and sighing. She had let this book get the better of her. How could she be so weak-minded? Her whole life, she had never done anything sexual, either to anypony else, or herself. She wasn't celibate - she simply found herself being too timid to try anything. Except tonight...

The friskiness was going nowhere; she would have to do something. However, she didn't have any of the "toys" the book had described. She didn't even know where to obtain such things. Was there some sort of proxy she could use in its place...? Something told her the answer was in the kitchen.

She took a deep, shaky breath and let it go, sliding from the rocking chair to the floor, on her hooves. She silently made her way out to the stairs, taking each step as though she was trying not to be heard. There was nopony here though. She was alone to do whatever she wanted, and that she would.

In the kitchen, she wandered around, wondering what she was even looking for. What could be used as the objects in the story? Something long, hard, with no sharp points or edges...

She opened the fridge and peeked in, her eyes immediately falling upon the pair of cucumbers she was to use at the picnic with Discord later that week. With a heavy blush, she snatched the larger one from off the shelf, silently chastising herself for wasting a perfectly good veggie, and retreated to the upstairs, where she made sure to close the door behind her. Nopony needed to walk in on what she was planning on doing.

The bed seemed the best viable option to do whatever she was about to do, so she crawled up onto it, rolling onto her back, splaying her delicate, feathery wings out. Her face still felt hot, and the intense desire between her hind legs hadn't faded a bit. She had to give in to remedy the problem.

This was actually a good opportunity to explore herself a little. Although she'd never done anything sexual, during some of her showers, she'd grazed her nether region, and to be perfectly honest with her, it had felt good. Past that, she actually knew nothing about her intimate area, as far as pleasure was concerned.

She was curled up in a fetal position on her back, which limited her view, so she slowly unfurled, letting herself go limp on the bed. She could see between her legs, and immediately felt the hotness in her face intensify. Was she really about to play with herself with a cucumber?

"Ohhh... I hope I don't come to regret this..."

Now she had to figure out where to start. Did she just... put it in? The characters in the book didn't, as she recalled. There was a couple pages of foreplay, where the stallion had pleased her with his hoof and mouth.

She swallowed what felt like a huge, round rock. There was no mouth here to do that second part, but... she did have hooves...

Feeling her heart picking up speed, thumping away in her heaving chest, she let a forehoof glide down the fleecy coat of her stomach and over her wet marehood, which tingled at her touch. She gasped and froze up. This feeling was nothing like she had in the shower - it was much more intense. But it did feel good. Unlike anything else she'd ever felt before. She decided this might be worth it after all.

"Ahh..." she sighed, letting her hoof glide around over her lips, the pleasure sending little shocks throughout her body, making her shudder. The feeling was electric! No wonder the mare in the book couldn't stay quiet. Fluttershy found herself in the same situation, gasps and moans of happiness escaping in droves. There was no need to suppress the noise. Nopony would hear her.

Up to this point, she had not been applying much pressure, but her body screamed for more. She pushed down on herself as she rubbed around in circles, up and down, and side to side, squirming on the bed. Her jaw clenched and unclenched involuntarily, as were the groans and cries of pleasure that grew in volume.

There was a particular point down there where when her hoof moved over it, it was like all the euphoria collected into one little place, sending jolts up through her loins into her body. She focused here for a moment, gasping for breath as the feelings stole them away.

This was an entirely new level of bliss. It was like a little button that she could press for ultimate pleasure. She pressed down hard on this little nub, rubbing it around in circles and twisting around, moaning loudly.

After a few moments of self-torture, she stopped, panting heavily and going limp. "Ahhh... that was wonderful..." she said aloud, sighing happily. But then she realized there was still the cucumber.

She found it on the bed nearby, picking it up and examining it closely, flushing. Was she really going to put this thing inside herself? The mare in the book seemed to enjoy being penetrated by the toy the stallion wielded, and greatly. If rubbing herself felt as good as it did, then putting this long, firm cucumber inside herself must feel many times better...

With just a moment's hesitation, she slowly lowered the phallic veggie between her hot thighs, letting it slide over her opening. She stifled a moan as she pushed it between her swollen folds, grinding it against herself, up and down. Seconds later, she pushed the tip of the cucumber deep down inside her body, letting out a gasp of surprise and delight. She suddenly felt so full, and relished in the throbbing tightness.

Without going too far, lest she lose the veggie inside her, she slowly pushed and pulled on it, letting it glide almost all the way out before thrusting it back into her hot, wet depths. She writhed and cried out with each thrust, imagining it to be the hunk-like stallion from the novel on top of her, forcing his huge member in her over and over.

She rolled over onto her belly, reaching under and up between her legs, continuing. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and fantasized the stallion taking her from behind now, gripping her shapely hips and stretching her insides while she plead for more.

This was everything she had ever wanted, she realized. This was far better than cuddling, hugging or anything. This feeling was heaven. And she couldn't get enough of it.

The fire in her loins started to grow, spreading slowly to the rest of her body, and she found herself hollering at the top of her lungs, gasping and moaning each time the stallion filled her up. Her mind began to cloud, the euphoria too great to hold back anymore.

"Ahh! Gahh... Yes... Ahhh!"

She drove the toy in and out of herself faster now, unable to control herself. The stallion in her mind plowed her mercilessly, but she loved it. She loved the way the thick, hard shaft filled her hole over and over, giving her not a moment's rest.

Her hind legs, the only thing holding her behind up, began to wobble. The extreme bliss was beginning to weaken her as her mind became a mess, unable to process her thoughts any longer as the euphoria took over. Stars began to explode in her eyes and she cried out.

She peaked, going limp on the bed as her body shuddered from the pulsing orgasm that overtook her. She howled as the climax continued, over and over it throbbed and she convulsed with each wave of electric ecstasy. Slowly, it began to fade, until she was left a shivering, sweaty mess, breathing shakily like she'd just run a marathon.

The fiery desire had left her, and she finally felt it was quenched. This was just what she needed.

She slipped the cucumber out of herself and marveled with half-lidded eyes at her mess. The bed was soaked between her legs, the result of her finishing just moments ago. She would have to exchange bed sheets now with her spare set, but for now, she just wanted to lie here in the afterglow.

Thinking back on what Rarity had told her, as she lay there panting, she decided this was every bit as worth it as her friend had said.

She would probably do this every night.