I was walking through the castle gardens at Canterlot. Daft name I know, but these horses are all as daft as a brush so this should be a surprise to exactly nobody. It was the day I would be meeting the Celestial Sisters.

Majeek Horse Land, you see, is ruled by a pair of mega milfs high up in their own horsie version of Minas Tirith. Oddly, instead of being Queens or some such they refer to themselves as Princesses. They also aren't actually sisters. From my understanding the sun adorned amazon horse is a couple of hundred years older than the slightly smaller moon horse, and they share the title of sisters in a more symbolic manner.

Each to their own.

So, I was strolling in a leisurely manner through some trees I certainly don't remember being here last time. The royal gardeners really needed to pull their finger out before the Princesses saw the mess they made of their garden. They were as black as pitch with a glossy sheen and flared out at a good three feet above my head, then just ended there! I mean who cuts all the branches off a tree and leaves a 8 foot stump there?

The water in that water feature looks a bit cloudy too.

And viscous.

Weird.

I kept on the path, it was getting near to the time I was to be meeting them. I didn't really know the whole purpose but I wasn't going to keep them waiting. The Princesses have been pretty hands-off since I arrived, leaving me to the perverted care of Autismo Horse. She is technically royalty as well though so I didn't bear any kind of grudge, at least I was being looked after.

I approached the external doors to the throne room. A couple of nondescript guards flanked the doorway so I halted a moment and made sure I was looking presentable.

A couple of crumbs were on the top of my right tit, I brushed those right off. There was a speck of muck on my left hoof so I gave that a little flick. Apart from that though, I was looking quite dapper.

I had on one of Clothes Horses creations, a burgundy coloured sash like dress over my right shoulder nestling comfortably between my tits and landing at my left hip. My breasts were on full display, so I took a moment to twist my nipples a little to get them fully erect, wouldn't want to appear unprepared after all. My penis stood proud and tall, throbbing in the open air, a drip of pre cresting the underside.

I don't scrub up half bad, even if I do say so myself.

The guards gave me a glance and a little nod before opening the gates. “The Princesses will see you now”

I returned their nods and followed the red carpet through the doorway to see what the real reason for my summons was.

As I expected both Princesses were seated in the throne room, they thankfully had decided to do away with the formalities of state, and instead greeted me at the base of the dais, a couple of paces away from the bottom steps.

“Ah, Brian” Princess Celestia cooed from her position seated on the carpet and beckoning me over with a hand. “It is so good to see you again.”

Princess Celestia was sitting with her legs crossed in what looked like a fairly uncomfortable position for a digitigrade biped. She had the same serene look upon her face that she usually had though so I decided against commenting.

Princess Luna sat in much the same position, although not on the carpet. She was on Princess Celestia's lap facing her, with her own legs wrapped around her 'older sisters' hips.

The size difference between the two was readily apparent, Luna, despite sitting on her sisters lap, barely met her at eye level. I was pleased to see though that both their throbbing penises were level with eachother at around the same height of both of their generously full busts.

“Well met Brian” said Princess Luna in a regal tone, “will you not come take a seat?” she said gesturing to the heads of their flat tipped phalluses smooshed together.

“Thanks Princess, its been a long walk, don't mind if I do”

I walked over to the dictator horses and swung my leg over their meaty poles. I knew I was already sopping wet so I wasn't going to commit any kind of faux pas.

I slowly lowered my waist until Princess Celestias rod was barely touching my lady lips so I could reach down and position Princess Lunas' meaty pole against my unblemished little poh-poh. The moon horse gave me a wink as I looked over my shoulder for permission to be seated. Finally in place I lowered again nice and slow and I felt their flat tips gently push at my openings, I swayed my hips a little to make sure everything was positioned correctly.

All neat and tidy.

Princess Celestia reached up and tugged down my nipples, Luna my wings, beckoning me to sit so we could have a nice little chat.

I slowly lowered.

“Aaahaahhhhhnnnnn” I-

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” -SCREAMED OUT IN TERROR. I shot up out of bed quicker than a sprinter in the 100 metres final at the Olympics, heart going ten to the dozen pounding clear out of my chest and surging right up in to my throat, a cold sweat caused the sheets to cling to my body. “AAAHHHhhhhhhhnnn” I continued my howling wail as I stumbled then stooped as my heart finally realized that I was crouched down on the floor and I was not in fact half way through setting the fastest ever time at the great north run. “nnnn... hhn?” My voice petered out to a squeak.

“Brian, Brian, is everything ok?” a sweet little harried voice sounded from the door.

Of course, I was at Fluttershy's house. This was her guest room. We had spent the rest of the day sitting together in a combination of companionable silence and chatting about nothing in particular before having a late supper and then going to bed. It was nice. Sometimes it's pleasant just sitting around with someone you are comfortable with.

A bad dream.

Of course!

'But isn't moon horse supposed to fix those?' I asked myself.

I had a painfully hard erection and my balls felt too full. “Oh Jeeey-suzz” I panted out, trying to persuade my heart that its correct position was actually my chest and not my throat. “just a bad dream Flutters, I'm ok”

“Do you want me to come in”

I took a couple of second to realize that yes, I most definitely wanted her to come in, I wanted a hug right about now.

What the fuck was that all about? And why the fuck was I so hard? Seriously, I could feel moisture 'down below' and my dick was throbbing in time to my heartbeat. Is a terror-boner a thing?

“Yeah come in Flutters” I rasped out as I got up and laid back down on the bed. Stupid horse hormones. If I had to wake up again like that then I was sure I was headed to an early grave. I thought I was having a heart attack for a moment there.

The door creaked open and in strolled Florence Nightenhorse with a suitably worried expression on her face. She came right over to the bed and sat at my side.

“Are you sure you are ok Brian?” she pressed the back of her hand to my forehead “you aren't coming down with something are you?”

“Seriously Flutters, just a bad dream” I shuddered. “A terrifying bad dream”

“O-ok Brian, if you're sure?” she whispered.

I could see by the light peeking around the curtains that it was still the early hours of the morning. The sun rises here about six o'clock, but the light at the moment was just the pre dawn glow. It definitely wasn't time to get up yet, especially for a lazy arse like myself.

“Yeah, really thanks Flutters” she turned around and lay down next to me “I've just had a lot going on the last day or so. Really messes with you, y'kno?”

“Oh yes Brian I do. Some days I feel like I could never sleep again I get so worked up” she brought her hand up to my mane and started stroking it out. “you always have to remember though that you have ponies there for you, that always helps me anyway” her stroking moved to my shoulders. Sometimes I swear that she forgets that sapient beings aren't her pets and stroking them could be seen by some as being frightfully patronizing. I'm not a child for fucks sake!

Ok, I liked it, are you happy now?

Her petting continued for a few minutes and I used the time to bring my heart back to base line. My dick though was still perilously hard, if I walked around Horseville like this I would likely put out somehorses eye.

It didn't escape Fluttershy's attention for too long.

I knew exactly where this was heading.

And honestly, a little snugglefuck with Butter Horse sounded nice.

She let out an almost inaudible gasp before she lifted the sheets and got in next to me.

Now, before I continue, I am just going to come out and say it. Porking Fluttershy is weird. I'm not talking S&M or leg sized butt plugs weird, but you are really going to have to bear with me here. Its pretty hard to explain, and putting it down in words doesn't accurately portray what happens.

Fluttershy is absolutely obsessed with touch. The feel of another horse against her, or in her for that matter is what she really craves. Being wrapped up in an embrace, the feeling of joining. It gets her off.

She lifted her face in a questioning manner, I replied with a nod and a little grin to know I was ok, and yes it was ok.

She slowly raised herself and straddled me at the hips, then slid herself forward leaving a moist trail along the underside of my shaft right up to the flat tip of my spire, she then pressed her chest flat against mine. She stayed like that for a moment or two pressing as much of her body in to mine as she could before she slid back down, spearing herself on my staff right down to the base in a torturously slow motion, she was in absolutely no hurry. Her tunnel was hot and wet, it gripped me from base to tip snugly but not excessively. She allowed herself a moment to acclimatize herself to her new position then brought her legs up to a kneeling position and pressed them firmly to the sides of my hips and waist. In response I lifted my legs to press my thighs against her exposed arse so she could rest against them and take some of the weight off her leg joints hopefully making her curled over squatting pose a little more comfortable.

Her tail flicked once, then twice and cascaded over my legs.

She pressed her hands in to the front of my shoulders framing my collar bone, then brought her elbows in to place at my sides, pushing slightly in to the sides of my breasts and ribs.

Her head nuzzled gently in to my neck and lower jaw as if to prompt me.

I pulled my wings out over the tops of my shoulders with a shuffle then used the weird joint mid way to bring them down over myself and Fluttershy's back in a motion that would be impossible for a bird. Her wings gave a little flutter, then she brought them down to both of our sides.

Finally I placed one hand over the small of her back, just above her tail, palm of the hand flat, fingers and thumb spread as wide as I could get them, the other hand slightly over her wing joint further up her back just below the nape of her neck, palm flat down and fingers and thumb spread again, my arms and elbows pressed gently in to her sides feeling the ripple of her ribs.

I pulled her body down in to mine.

I don't think it would be scientifically possible to press more of my fur against hers without skinning our hides and placing them back to back against eachother.

Then things really kicked of in earnest...

...We both lay there exactly like that, a weird horse cocoon with my knob buried in her to the hilt.

Now the scene has fully been set I feel I have to give you a little more context for this weird snugglefuck as I have come to call them. The first time it happened and she teased my wings down on to her back I was more than a little confused, so I did what comes naturally.

I started to stroke in to her.

Now, imagine my confusion when her tiny little ass pushed down on me to ask me to stop. Well, naturally I started to grind in to her a little instead of course! That would be the normal thing to do!. I mean who just plops their knob in someone and just lays still?

The answer is of course; Flutterbutter.

It took me a little time to understand that the pressing of her hips down in to mine was a request to stop.

So I thought, fuck it, 'I'm going to see where she is going with this' and I stopped dead still.

Now If I was going to tell you something like that and tell you that it was epic you would probably call me a weirdo or a liar. Or a weird liar.

But until you have actually experienced sex like that you can never comprehend truly how awesome it actually is.

We both lay there, still. Flutters was breathing gently across my neck and lower jaw, slowly brushing her nose against my fur in a minute circular motion.

Now give yourself a couple of minutes in a position like that and your mind starts to pick out details you would normally have missed and amplifies them, the stillness is an absolute illusion. The beating heart of the horse on you is the first and most obvious, you feel it through your own chest and beating in to your torso. Soon you feel it elsewhere, the inside of her thighs pressed against you, her arms against your side, her neck on your shoulder.

The depths of her core.

The first few minutes with her are always like this, getting used to the feel of the horse who you have wrapped yourself around and who has wrapped themselves around you in turn.

The next thing you notice is how her breaths cause her body to move against yours. The languorous press followed by slow release against your breasts. The way your fur parts to her breaths. The expanding and receding of her lower stomach and the tightening and loosening grip on your masculinity in turn as her diaphragm works.

That is how it starts and for a few moments like that is how it continues. It is a erotic inspection of the body, the likes of which are hard to truly quantify. You get to know how a horse moves and how they breathe. Its beyond sex, beyond a hug or a cuddle. It is experiencing and learning about another horses body in a way that cannot be replicated. Dare I say it, but it is transcendent.

I'm sure to you it sounds pretty boring, look I get it.

But if you know somehorses body as intimately as this then you learn a few things about yourself in turn. And I know for fucking sure that Quiet Horse here has learned a hell of a lot about herself.

Namely that Flutterbutter is a Bene Gesserit* reverend mother.

Well not literally, they are after all completely made up.

You see, this crazy horse has a quite unique skill amongst her peers. She can control her body in a way you cant possibly imagine. Now just for a moment tense only your calf muscle on your right leg, pretty easy eh?

Wrong.

That time you thought you were tensing only your calf muscle? You were actually exercising several different muscle groups at once, and likely the surrounding muscles without even realising.

Its hard to move only one muscle, I can't do it, tried plenty.

Fluttershy can, and not just her legs or arms. She can do it internally.

Now can you see where I am heading?

Fluttershy can control the horse equivalent of the pelvic floor muscles and her lower abdominal muscles like an orchestra conductor.

It only takes a minute or two, a minute or two of slowing your heart and breathing to keep pace with your partner before you start to feel like you are only one person.

Then the minute or two is up and she shifts. Not a needy rise and fall of the hips or thrust, but a flutter at her core tickling pressure all down my dick from her insides.

I could try many ways to explain it and never come close. The closest I could get though would be;

Imagine there is fingers wrapped around your dick from base to tip. Now imagine they then start gripping in turn in a wave from base to tip then tip to base. Over and over.

That's how Flutterflaps has sex.

Two bodies utterly wrapped up in eachother, no friction whatsoever. Just the insistent pressing of her canal in a fluttering wave from base to tip, tip to base to the metronome of your synchronised heartbeats and breathing.

It is a masterpiece of erotic sensuality that lasts as long as you both want it to. Shy Horse is one of the few horses that can reliably keep herself from erupting until I do.

This morning I wanted to try something a little different as her canal massaged me in the most perfect way and her weight pressed down upon me.

Her rod was pressed hard against my abs and stomach. Normally I completely blank this from my mind but not today. Today I couldn't even if I tried. She was rock hard and I wanted to show her how much I appreciated her.

An image of those belly dancers that were in that old James Bond film popped in to my head, I forget which, but it gave me an idea I wanted to try.

Without moving my hips I tried to tense the muscles in my abdomen to see if I could separate them out. It took a couple of false starts but I managed to tense them in a way to keep the pressure moving up and down my stomach in a very amateur imitation of Butterbutt's cave clenching.

Fluttershy gasped a little shocked inhalation.

I was by no means perfect and there was a couple of times I clenched the whole of my lower body at once, but it was workable and it was appreciated, that I could tell. There was no extra force to persuade me to stop, no clenching of the thighs or pressing of the hips.

We stayed at that, our breathing and heartbeats picked up, but to an outside observer you would have never have noticed. I could feel every little motion of her body. I felt a drip of what could have been her juices or my pre leaving a trail over the fur on my balls. I felt the subtle dampness around the head of her penis on my stomach. I felt her breath wash over my neck and her eyelashes flutter against my jaw.

I felt everything.

It was wonderful.

Then she shifted and to my surprise her head rose above my own, her mane cascaded around my face and her nose and lips gently brushed against mine.

Her lips parted and her tongue swept against the tip of mine and nothing more. It wasn't a needy thing or a greedy smashing of lips together, but a delicate little movement that asked for the same in return. Our bodies kept up their gentle massages against our genitals our flicking tongues matched their pace.

Normally we can do this for an age, it is quite possible to go at it like this for several hours, sound's exhausting right? It isn't.

But this morning wasn't the same. Our bodies quavered and I felt her pulse and flare against my abs, her lips left mine and she pushed a cheek up against one of my own and her little panting breaths blew against my ear.

Flutterflaps the tantric master was spaffing all over my stomach. Her surging rod made her lose control of her channel which gripped me instead firmly in time with her pulsing release.

It was so fucking hot, this sexy little lissom horse girl that was pressed tight up against me and blasting her load that I lost control of myself and fired deep inside of her, matching her shot for shot with perfect timing.

We both came down from our high in tandem, her breaths hitching a quiet high pitched little 'heh heh' sound as she settled her head back to the crook of my neck and giving me a little nuzzle and brushing her lips against my shoulders.

We didn't speak, it wasn't really necessary truth be told. We had both just said everything that we needed to.

Plus it was way too early to get out of bed, so I lay back and drifted back off to sleep, still buried cock first deep inside her.

Author's Note

Ok, so I'm not going to be one of those people who comments on every chapter but in this case I kind of feel it to be necessary.
I didn't want Fluttershy to be a blushing wallflower, it wouldn't really work and I feel like it has been done to death. I wanted her to actually be a confident individual who instead of being a chatterbox actually communicates more through touch and gesture instead. Sex with a quiet little shut in doesn't really work and would probably have to rely on the old 'its always the quiet ones' trope and have her be a dirty deviant in the bed.
I didn't think that would suit her character so I puzzled for a while and came up with this. A pony who relies on expressing herself through touch and is confident within the confines of this. One that will actually lead and ask and actually have an input to what they are doing and not always be the follower.
Its pretty fucking weird tho.
One other thing is the slight perspective change during the sex, I wasn't quite happy about that but felt it was needed for emphasis.

* If you haven't read the Dune series by Frank Herbert you probably won't understand this reference. The Bene Gesserit are basically a religious order who have absolute control over their bodies, from the bacteria in their gut to the muscles in their bodies to the gender of their offspring.