My Spooky Pony: Fuckhouse of Horror

When you wake up, you immediately reject the notion of getting out of bed. It’s so warm, and you’re so tired. You don’t have much to do today anyway. It’s Saturday, and you have the day to yourself. So you just melt into the warmness of your bed, feeling the blanket wrap around you. Your smooth, slick, scaly blanket.

Your eyes fly open, and you look down at the thick, yellow tail that’s wrapping itself around you. You start to panic until you hear the soft, gentle, adorable snoring that let you know that, no, you are not being attacked with intent to swallow you whole. No, nothing like that. Fluttershy just got cold.

“Psst…” You squirm slightly in Fluttershy’s grasp, and by some reflex, she constricts slightly to hold you still, pinning your arms to your side. “Flutts, you’re in my bed. Again…”

Fluttershy mutters something in her sleep, using her tail to pull you in closer and wrap her arms around you. You start to panic slightly, which isn’t good for you. Lamia are predators at heart, and predators smell fear. You try your hardest to stay calm, to avoid being crushed to death by a sleeping snake, and carefully squirm down. You can’t move too much, with Fluttershy’s tail wrapped so tightly around your body, but you manage to inch down low enough that you can reach the tip of her tail. Gently, you grab it, rubbing it with your thumb.

Like magic, you feel the coils of snake tail loosen around you, giving you room to breathe. You grip her tail a little tighter, running your fingers up and down the smooth scales. Fluttershy lets out a quiet moan, still not entirely awake. Now that she’s loosened up significantly, you can push on her body, freeing yourself from her grasp.

For the most part, having a lamia roommate is uneventful. Fluttershy is a nice girl. She keeps the apartment clean, does most of the shopping, and is a pretty quiet, inoffensive person. She’s always thinking of others, going out of her way to make things easier and nicer for you.

She’s also a lamia, which means from her waist down is several feet of snake. As one can imagine, this poses several logistical concerns. She has trouble climbing stairs, required a custom built bed, and, most importantly, she requires the apartment to be a very particular temperature. That good for nothing thermostat must be on the fritz again, sending your roommate into a subconscious hunt for warmth. Your bed is a common place for her to find that warmth.

“A-Anon…” Fluttershy finally stirs, sitting up in your bed. Her long pink hair is slightly untidy, and she’s wearing a long white t-shirt, easily long enough to go down to her knees if she was a human girl. “What are you… Oh… Oh dear…”

“Yeah, you did it again,” you say, although you don’t totally mind. Fluttershy wasn’t the worst person to cuddle with. She’s a beautiful, albeit unique, girl that you’d had your eyes on for some time. She was a bit shy, no shocker, so you were taking your time.

“Oh my goodness… I’m so sorry, Anon,” Fluttershy squeals . She slithers from around you, trying to get away. “I’ll just… I’m sorry…”

“Flutts, wait.” Fluttershy pauses, giving you a nervous glance. “You can stay, if you want. I don’t want you getting cold.”

“O-oh, that’s okay.” Even though it’s not all that cold, you can tell that Fluttershy is having a rough time. She’s shuddering slightly, and she has an almost tired glaze to her eyes. As if her mind was elsewhere. “I’m… I just… Oh…”

“Come on, Fluttershy. It’s alright.” You grab her tail again, watching as a noticeable shiver runs up her long body. “Seriously, you’re gonna get sick. Stay here until I call someone to fix it.”

“O-ok… Just, please…” Fluttershy shudders, but it seemed to be from more than just cold. “Please stop squeezing my t-tail like that.”

“Oh? Ticklish, huh?” you guess, assuming that a lamia’s tail was like the soles of your feet.

“N-not… Not exactly…”

You sit there obliviously for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly that could mean. You study her expression a bit, the way her face is flushing red and her body is gently shaking, and slowly piece together the obvious. Once it clicks in your brain, you immediately let go, turning away so as to not meet Fluttershy’s gaze.

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t know…” Now, you’re just as embarrassed as Fluttershy. Still, she slithers nearer to you, wrapping herself up in your blanket and cozying up to you to partake in your body warmth.

“It’s okay, Anon. A lot of people don’t know just how sensitive some lamia can be. Some of us would need to, uh… Excuse themself, after just that little bit of contact.” Fluttershy hides her face in the blanket, but she doesn’t stop talking. That’s good. Normally, when she gets like this, she just clams up. It’s good that she’s starting to communicate. “I’m lucky, in that way.”

“So every time I’ve ever touched your tail I’ve been, uh…” You struggle to find a way of saying it that doesn’t make you look like a creep. “Giving you the vapors?” Fluttershy giggles at you, which does a good job of lightening the mood. You still feel a bit embarrassed, but you feel like it might pass.

“Not every time. A bit of accidental contact is no big deal,” she explains to you. “But when you really grab onto it and hold it for a while, I start to get these waves of heat radiating throughout me. It makes me really want to…” Fluttershy stops herself, as if she hadn’t realized she had been speaking out loud at all. You wrap your arm around her, huddled in her blanket, and rub her shoulder.

“What’s up, Shy?” you ask her gently. “You know you can talk to me about stuff, right?” Fluttershy nods, still failing to look you in the eye. You can tell that something is bothering her, something making her more nervous than usual.

“I just… It’s hard being the only lamia around. Normally, when the males are out hunting, the females are at home defending the dens,” explains Fluttershy. “And, well… The females depend on each other to keep our hormones balanced. Without the presence of other females, I’m a lot more… Needy.”

“Oh. Well. Uh… Do you think I could help you with that?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you regret it and quickly jump to amend. “Whoa, that’s not what I meant. I mean, like, just as a friend, is there something I could do to help! I couldn’t imagine us like that.” You immediately kick yourself again for being such a moron. “Not because I don’t think you’re attractive or anything, I think you’re very pretty and I’d be lucky to bag you. Not that—”

“Anon, I think we should have sex now.”

You freeze, unsure that you heard that correctly. You glance over to Fluttershy, noticing that she’s breathing a bit heavier than before. Judging by the way she fidgets and twitches, it seems that her tail was more sensitive than she let on.

“Wow. Um… I mean…” You don’t get much more than that out before she lunges onto you, slithering around your body and locking her lips onto yours. Her thin, forked tongue lashes at the inside of your mouth. She wraps her arms around the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You roll over, pinning Fluttershy to the bed. You run your hands down her middle, snaking your fingers beneath her shirt and up the soft, smooth scales of her underbelly. You get to her breast, gripping them gently as you kiss her.

You feel Fluttershy’s tail slide down to your waist, tugging on your pants and pulling them down to your knees. You’re amazed at her level of dexterity, especially as she wraps the tip of her tail around your cock, stroking your length and working you to full attention. Fluttershy moans into your mouth, the feel of your cock against her tail getting her worked up all over again. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you decide it’s time to give her what she wants.

Then, you realize you have a bit of a problem.

“Wait…” You pull away from Fluttershy, leaving her gasping for breath. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve always wanted this,” she breathes. “Please…”

“Okay, good, cause I didn’t want to ask this and then you decide you had second thoughts,” you say, scratching your neck sheepishly. “Like… Where do I… Uh… Stick it?”

“Oh. Oh, of course!” Fluttershy giggles a bit at you, making you feel a bit less like a total idiot. She slithers around you again, pushing your back to the bed. Now, only the last foot and a half or so of her tail was coiled around you, leaving her to sit upright on a segment of her own tail. Fluttershy pulls her shirt over her head, letting you admire her form. Her scales mostly stopped at about her hips, leaving her belly, arms, and, most importantly, breasts covered in soft, smooth, pale skin. She slides her hands down her sides, mesmerising you with her strange, serpentine beauty. Her hands stop at her hips, then slide over to beneath her belly button. She spreads the scales of her underbelly apart, prying them open to reveal the horizontal slit of her hot, dripping pussy.

“Whoa. It’s… sideways…” You say. As soon as you do, you wish you could take it back. Fluttershy shrinks down slightly, moving her hands to cover her pussy.

“S-sorry… I know, it must be weird to you,” she mutters. “I should’ve just… Sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Flutts. It just took me a bit off guard, is all,” you promise her. You grab her hand in your own, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry for saying that. It was dumb of me.”

“Y-you… You don’t mind?” she sniffles, making your heart ache. This girl was honestly the cutest women you’ve ever met, snake or otherwise.

“Of course I don’t mind,” you say. You give her a smirk. “Wanna see just how much I don’t mind?”

She looks away, blushing, but nods eagerly. You gently turn Fluttershy onto her back, grabbing your cock in your hand. You rub your length along her underbelly, feeling how the soft scales slot into each other, like shingles. It takes a bit of searching, but you find her hidden slit (the cloaca, if your memories of high school biology serve you well). When you find it, the wet warmth of her lower lips invite you in. Slowly, you ease your way in, taking it slow so that Fluttershy could get comfortable with you.

Fluttershy lets out a moan as you enter her, her hands wandering to your shoulders where she holds you tight. Despite her being cold blooded, being this close to Fluttershy fills you with a calm, loving warmth. Maybe it’s because you’ve known each other so well, or maybe it’s because you can see the pleasure on her features, but it ultimately doesn’t matter. All that matters is the moment, and making sure you both enjoy it.

You start your rhythm of thrusts slow and gentle, grinning at Fluttershy’s soft, gentle, almost breathless moans. The girl is so pure and innocent, even in the bedroom, that it’s hard not to smile. Soon, you feel her tail tighten around your waist, pulling you in closer, which you take as your cue to pick up the pace. You quicken your thrusts, and Fluttershy pulls you in even closer. By some sort of instinct, she clamps her mouth down onto your neck, nibbling gently on you. No stranger to a bit of gnawing yourself, you return the favor, giving her a quick nip on the ear as you fuck her. You can feel her trembling against you, her whole body tensing. She’s almost at the edge, and you both know it.

One last time, Fluttershy turns you over onto your back, laying with her chest to yours. She latches her lips onto yours again, your tongues clashing and breath mingling. Now that she’s on top, she has more control over the situation, something you never would’ve expected from a meek, shy girl like Fluttershy.

She owns the role, though, bouncing her hips up and down and forcing more and more of your cock into her. She wriggles and grinds, riding you for all you’re worth, to the point where you forget which one of you is supposed to be helping who. You imagine it’s something to do with her lamia instincts. They’re predators, after all, and it would make sense to you if Fluttershy had some intrinsic desire to pounce onto her “prey”.

“A-Anon…” she breathes, coming up from your kiss for a much needed breath. “Oh god… I’m almost…”

“It’s okay, Flutts. Just let me handle the rest, okay?” you say. She nods meekly, accepting your lips with her own and melting into your kiss. You grab two handfuls of her ass, covered in tougher, harder scales, and held on tight as you rocket your hips forward, finally going as fast as rough as you wanted. Her tail wraps around you tighter, holding you as if afraid of you slipping away. Luckily for her, you have no intention of going anywhere.

Fluttershy lets out a squeal, her entire body tensing around your cock as she came. Her pussy clamps down on your cock, the velvety tightness too much to resist; you grip her hips tightly and give one last, deep thrust before you feel your cock shoot off hot load after hot load into Fluttershy. As her orgasm fades into her afterglow, you can feel the coils of tail around your body loosening. Fluttershy goes limp, collapsing onto you while you both catch your breath.

“That was… Wow. I needed that,” she panted. “T-thank you.”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly a chore for me,” you say with a grin. “This is one way to stay warm, I guess.”

“We should go clean up.” Fluttershy rises shakily, turning to slither off of your bed when you grab her by the wrist. You pull her close, kissing her again. At first, she seems a bit surprised, but relaxes and melts into your arms.

“Or…” you say softly. “We can stay in bed where it’s nice and warm.”

Fluttershy blushes a bit, that sweet, adorable girl still shining through, even after having sex. She doesn’t hesitate long before she slinks back to you, wrapping around your torso and nuzzling against your neck.

“That sounds perfect.”