Opportunities

"Oh, you're being a bad boy, Chauncey! A very bad boy!" Fluttershy said, trying to be stern as she looked at the ferret that had gotten out of its cage. Unfortunately, her current predicament made it difficult for her to do much than look as it chittered and ran to go play in some leaves.

When she agreed to look after Chauncey, his owner had warned her that the mustiled was more mischievous then he looked, but it looked so innocent, she thought the man had been exaggerating. She learned just how sneaky he could be when she took him out to her workshop to clean his cage. The second she opened it to take him out, he danced out and spent the next five minutes leading her on a merry little romp around the room.

'Think this modification was probably a bad idea.' She whimpered to herself. The chase had ended when he scurried through a sliding window she had put in to give her faster access to the bird feeders on the back wall. In her anxiousness to get him back, she dove through it without thinking.

And got stuck halfway through. For the last couple of years, she'd been frequently complimented on the buxom figure she'd been developing since puberty; ample DD-cup breasts, and a trim waist with wide hips, a pert rounded backside, and long, firm legs. While she'd been compliment more then once, it was a considerable source of embarrassment due to stares at how her breasts bounced when she walked, or how her hips and bottom swung a little. She didn't meant to draw all the staring...it was just her natural stride!

And now, it was the source of more discomfort; the window was just high enough to leave her feet dangling a couple of inches off the ground, and her arms were wedged under her so she couldn't get any leverage to get out. Also, the window had turned out to be defective. It was nearly impossible to open without help, plus it would spring back closed unless a stick or something kept it open.

A stick she had knocked out in her dive, causing the window to close, pinning her in. "This is so embarrassing..." she whimpered. "I hope no one sees me like this. But...I need somebody to help me get out..." The quandary was so bad, she felt ready to cry.

A few sniffles escaped her when a voice spoke up from inside. "Fluttershy? How the heck!?"

She recognized it immediately. "Spike!? Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Your book on nocturnal animal care came in." Came the reply, followed a hand settling on her lower back, just above her rear, and making her squeak. "How'd you even get like this?"

She did her best to explain, but the thought of how she must look from his view made it hard to talk without whimpering.

"Ok, ok. No sense worrying about that now, come on, let's get you out." She heard and felt the window shake for a moment, along with his grunts of exertion. "It's jammed. Let me see if I can pull you back in."

Her cheeks flared when she felt his arm wrap around her waist, just above her butt. He must've been wearing a t-shirt since she could feel the bare skin around her. 'O-oh..! She gasped softly, feeling his bicep pressing against her. 'Was he always this muscular?'

"Ok, you ready?" He called out, forcing her from her thoughts.

"Oh, ah...I-I think so."

"On three. One...two...three!" She quickly felt him tighten his grip and pull. Unfortunately, all she felt was a measure of discomfort, since the window apparently had no intention of letting go. It actually seemed to bow in slightly from the effort before the pulling stopped.

"No good." He said. "You're in like a cork. Gonna have to find something to cut you out." While he said that, she felt something come to a rest on her left buttock.

She squeaked in surprise and shock when she realized what it was; his hand. "S-Spike...? Your...your h-hand..." She managed to get out, her face nearly glowing as she tried to ignore the way it felt on her panty-clad behind.

"Huh? OH GEEZE!" She heard him yelp. 'I'm REALLY sorry, 'Shy! I didn't-oh...wow."

Her eyes widened when instead of lifting, he lightly squeezed the cheek he was touching. "Spike...what are you...ah!" She gasped when he squeezed harder.

"Heh, you know, Fluttershy." She blinked when his tone changed. "Anyone ever tell you what a cute ass you have?"

"I..wh-what..??" She stammered get out, squirming a little at the feel of him lightly kneading her rear. Did...did he just say her butt was...cute? "R-really?" Her eyes widened when she realized what she had said. What possessed
her to say that!?

"Very." It almost came out in a purr, followed by him gripping her other cheek and giving both a firm squeeze. "Heh, you have no idea how much I've wanted to do that. Lost count of the times these cheeks have distracted me. Now, I get to have a little fun." He squeezed harder.

"Spi-Spike..." She moaned.

The laugh that came made her freeze slightly. "Oh, like that, don't you?" He start kneading, his thumb brushing dangerously close to her little peach, sending a shock through her center.

She tried to hold back the squeal, but failed. "Mmm!" Her hips bucked a little in response.

"Hm? Ohh, Fluttershy, you ARE a naughty girl!" He chuckled, his hand sliding to her inner thigh.

Her eyes widened when she felt it. "Spike, wait...I-AAHH!" She cried out as he began to rub her mound thru the thin cotton, her back arching. It was somewhat light, but still enough to make her tremble, coupled with a growing dampness in her crotch.

"Are you enjoying this, Flutters?" Her asked, rubbing harder. "You're already wet down here."

"..!" She started squirming some, trying to work away from his hand, only to hear the sound of fabric ripping. "Spike...my top is tearing!" She called, hoping that would get him to let up some.

"Oh? Well, I can fix that." The way he said it sent a strange, yet enjoyable, tingle between her legs.

Fluttershy's eyes widened and she let out a squeak when she felt him position himself and the bulge of his pants pressing against her backside. 'Sweet F-Faust!' She bit her lip, fighting the urge to rub against it. 'H-How big IS he!?' Next she felt his arms coming around her chest...followed by the shredding of fabric as he ripped her shirt off, exposing her cream white breasts, the pink nipples already erect.

"There, no shirt mean nothing to tear. Problem solved." He responded cheekily, tossing the material aside and gripping her now bare breasts.

"Ahh..!" She gasped, her face flushed at what was happening. Spike...Spike of all people, was taking advantage of her in the situation she was in!

And...she was enjoying it. The feeling of helplessness, the way he was grabbing and rubbing her, the fact he admitted he'd been wanting to touch her for so long...it was turning her on. A soft mew escaped her lips when he pinched and rolled her nipples. That seemed to only encourage him to squeeze and jiggle her already sensitive globes.

"I think it's time we settled to the main course, don't you?" The lust was evident in his voice as he move a hand back down to between her leg, rubbing her mound almost roughly and earning a louder moan from her.

"S-Spike...stop..." She manged to get out, but her growing arousal made it difficult to sound like she meant it.

"Then stop me. You still have your legs." He replied, rolling his finger around her clit and making her nearly scream. "Oh my. You're panties are already soaked...we can take care of that." Once again ripping cloth was heard.

"...!" Fluttershy froze. He'd just torn her panties clean off. "P-please...Spike...ah!" She tensed and let out a squeal when she felt him slip a finger into her treasure.

"Having fun, beautiful? Because I sure am." She could almost hear the grin in his voice before his finger started moving and her world went white. Her entire body stiffed as he slowly fingered her. The digit scraped along her walls, sending an arc of pleasure up her spine. Once she managed to regain her voice, all she could really let out were squeaks and moans. Soon, she felt a rolling boil start in her loins, the pressure slowly increasing the more Spike's finger swirled inside her...

Only to feel it withdraw, leaving her with the pressure. She let out a whimper of discomfort, trying to look back to get him to give her release. Unfortunately, she couldn't see from her angle.

"Now, now, don't want you to miss the main course." Spike purred, moving to were she could feel him standing between her legs, followed by a zipper.

"What...what do you meaEEK!" She shrieked when the tip of something slowly pushed into her. It took a second for the shock to wear off and she realized exactly what it was. 'That's his...his...FUCK!' she screamed mentally as he pushed into her, his shaft slowly stretching her out.

"Damn, Fluttershy!" He grunted, gradually hilting himself. "Tight!"

'How....how is he so big!?' She breathed rapidly in an attempt to speed up her body adjusting to him. Luckily, that seemed to work, because a few seconds later, he began thrusting. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned, squealed and squeaked almost in time with the light smacks of flesh from them colliding. 'Faust, it feels so...so.....So gooood!'

He grabbed her hips and the thrusting sped up, the smacks almost echoing in the room, coupled with Fluttershy's cries in pleasure. The boiling finally hit its peak and her body couldn't hold on anymore.

"I'm CU-"

*BZZZZZZZ!*

She blinked and looked around wildly as the sound of a power saw ripped through the air. Part of the frame fell away a few seconds later and she was pulled out to freedom

"You alright, 'Shy?" Spike asked, holding the saw. "You looked like you needed to pee really bad, so I just started cutting."

Fluttershy looked out in confusion. Her shirt was still intact, and a wiggle showed she still had her panties, though a little moist. "Wait...y-you didn't touch me or feel me up while I was trapped? No clothes being ripped or anything??"

"What? Of course not!" The green-haired young man responded. "You know I'd never take advantage of you like that..." He jumped when she suddenly stomped her foot in aggravation.

"WHY NOT?!"