It was a warm, sunny day, not much different than most in Ponyville, except hotter, as the weather pegasi had spent the last hour putting the final touches the first day of summer. Fluttershy was attending to her animal friends, making sure each had a healthy breakfast to start their day. Since moving from Cloudsdale to Ponyville, this had been part of her daily routine: choosing the right seeds for her bird friends, nuts for those cute little squirrels, leaves for those tiny butterflies… the gratitude she received from these adorable creatures always put a soft smile on her lips.
She hadn’t been living in Ponyville for very long, having just recently convinced her parents to let her move out of their house. Initially, they were reluctant to let her leave, and she felt a bit guilty for making them worry so. However, after that day when she first met a hoofful of precious animals, she just couldn't help but want to be there for them. They had just seemed so cute, and yet they initially were so fearful of her. Somehow, she could tell that it wasn’t just her they were afraid of, that they were just helpless in general. She knew she had to do something about it.
So, ever since that day, she’d made a habit out of doing whatever she could for these creatures. Some days, it seemed they needed so much from her, she was left feeling a little exhausted. However, there was one thing she could never really admit out loud: she needed them, too. After all, her shyness always prevented her from approaching other ponies, much less making friends. In fact, the only friend she had in Cloudsdale was Rainbow Dash, but they were only friends because Rainbow had been the one to approach Fluttershy. Even then, Fluttershy couldn’t bring herself to spend too much time with Rainbow, for fear that she might say the wrong thing, and ruin her friendship.
However, when she was with her animal friends, she felt more at peace than she could with any ponies, even ones who treated her as kindly as Rainbow Dash did. Something about them just put her at ease, like everything was right with the world. They never seemed to judge her, bully her, or pressure her to do anything. On the contrary, she was always able to let her guard down and be herself, something she otherwise wouldn’t allow herself to do. As the days wore on, the time she spent with her animal friends allowed her to slowly come further and further out of her shell until she started feeling a bit more at ease talking with the ponies in Ponyville, albeit it was only a little bit.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling Celestia’s hot summer sun even inside her house. She had just finished feeding her animal friends - the last being a cute, young, recently-orphaned bunny, whom she’d just named “Angel” - when her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. Her eyes shrunk down to pinpricks with the realization that she would probably have to talk to a pony, something she still wasn’t good at. Her heart raced as her mind was filled with “what ifs”: What if I stammer too much? What if I take too long to answer the door? What if I answer the door too quickly? What if...
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a low growl from a recognizable voice. Releasing a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, she spread her wings, and flew towards the door, immediately finding a familiar bear on the other side.
“Hello there, Harry.” she said with her usual soft tone.
Harry nodded his head in his own greeting, giving Fluttershy a nervous smile, his nervousness making it obvious something was off. Whatever could be wrong with him, she thought to her self.
“Would you like to come in?” Fluttershy asked, trying to hide the worry in her voice.
“[Yes, Please]”, harry replied in his growl-like language most ponies failed to understand, Fluttershy of course being an exception.
Harry and Fluttershy then made their way into the yellow pony's house, passing various birds, rodents, and other small creatures along the way. However, as they made their way to her couch, a mostly wooden item with green cushions, Fluttershy - who was still hovering in the air - noticed harry was walking a bit slower than usual. She looked back at him to see if he was all right, when she noticed his back legs were moving in a fairly awkwardly fashion, although she couldn't see any "items" from her vantage point. Was there a problem with his legs? Perhaps he pulled a muscle, and needed a message from her? She had given her animal friends plenty of messages before, and would gladly do so again if that was what poor Harry needed. However, she then noticed a crimson red blush on his face, although it was hard to notice under his fur.
She soon arrived at her couch, took a seat, and patted the empty spot next to her, welcoming Harry to sit next to her. Avoiding her eyes, he opted to sit in the chair close to the couch, keeping his hind legs closed. Odd, Fluttershy thought to herself, although she decided not to say anything.
“So,” Fluttershy said, wanting to start the conversation off lightly, “How has your day been?”
“[Not good. I… I have...]” Harry said nervously, unsure how best to explain such a problem to such an innocent mare.
“Yes?” Fluttershy asked, tilting her head slightly.
Harry stared at the floor for several seconds, never wanting to meet Fluttershy’s gaze. He knew he had a problem, and none of the others he had asked for help were able to do much for him. Still, his situation made him feel uncomfortable.Was he really going to ask her to find him somebare to help with “that”? He didn’t want to ask her, thinking she might judge him for bringing it up, but he really had no other options. He could feel a cold sweat run down his face, and he knew it wasn't just from the heat.
Eventually Fluttershy broke the silence. “Would you like a cup of tea? Perhaps the usual?”
“[Um…]" Harry answer hesitantly, before, with a long sigh, he nodded "[Yes, thank you.]”
With that, Fluttershy got up and went to her kitchen, and began making the preparations.
With Harry now left alone, he placed his head in his forearms. Why did this have to happen? he though to himself. Why couldn’t I just find a mate, do the deed, and get it over with? Instead, I’m here, trying to force myself to have the most awkward conversation of my entire life to a pony I’ve only known for a short while!
Fluttershy soon returned with two cups of tea, one for Harry, prepared just the way he liked it, with some flavor he could never remember the name of and a generous quantity of honey, and the other for herself. She then moved towards him to give him his cup, causing him to close his hind legs even tighter as she got closer.
Having given Harry his tea, Fluttershy then sat back down on her couch, taking a sip from her own cup. She kept giving Harry worried looks as he stared down at his tea, his hind legs remaining so tightly clenched they looked like they might hurt. The pegasus mare wanted to outright ask him what was wrong, but she could tell it whatever it was, he wouldn’t be comfortable saying it, so she waited for him to break the ice. So, she waited. He said nothing, so she waited some more. And Harry stared down at his tea, occasionally looking at her, as if he were about to speak, only to lower his head and return his eyes to his still-untouched tea. After several minutes of watching him agonize, she realized she had to say something, or else they'd be there all day.
Keeping her voice soft and gentle, she said “Harry, whatever the problem is, I’m sure it can’t be that bad. Why don’t you just tell me about it. I promise I won’t get upset, no matter what you have to say.”
“[But… umm... it's kind of...]”
As he continued to stammer, his expression started to change, as the nervousness started to give way, and his shoulders started to slump. Fluttershy could see his face start to break down, tears welling up in his eyes, as he fought back whatever it was that he was struggling with.
“It’s OK”, she reassured him, offering him a warm smile.
Harry still looked a bit uncertain, as his paws started shaking and his lips started quivering. He looked into those kind, caring eyes, which looked calmy back at him, almost saying "I'm here for you". With that, the dam finally broke, and harry opened up.
“[Oh, Fluttershy, these last few days, I… I… my body… has been changing. I know it’s supposed to be natural, but… I’ve been soo… soo… hard… down there.]”
With that, he finally spread his legs, allowing Fluttershy to see his little “problem” sticking up, proud and straight, eliciting an audible gasp from Fluttershy. He continued:
“[It’s been like this for a week and a half! I know what I’m supposed to do with it, but I can’t for the life of me find a mate! Other than my family, everbear I've come across has either been male or taken. It’s been terrible!]”, Harry cried, his voice full of anxiety.
“Oh, you poor thing. That must be so hard… err.. difficult for you.” Fluttershy said, the sympathy in her voice as genuine as always.
“[You have no idea how much it hurts!]” Harry continued. “[I can’t think, I can’t sleep, it’s hard to walk with this thing, and it’s so embarrassing! Please tell me you know where to find a mate that would be interested in me. I just can’t stand it anymore!]”
Now, Fluttershy - having reached her early teens herself - had gotten “the talk” from her parents… twice. Her father had pulled her aside one day as she was getting ready to do her homework. He stammered out the information about the birds and the bees in a hurried fashion, his face bright red the whole time. The next day, her mother - having not known she’d already received the talk - started giving her own talk, although she was more confident, and more detailed than her father had been. She ended up telling Fluttershy everything. Including personal details about her own sex life. Including what she and Fluttershy's father were going to do the moment the conversation was over. Fluttershy could have gone her whole life without learning about their role playing. She would never look at a hayburger the same way again.
At first she was confused by what she’d been told, having never felt the “sensations” she’d been told all ponies her aged felt, although she suspected it was just a matter of time. She recalled her father having muttered something to himself about it being “painful” when a male didn’t “get any”, and wondered might be the same for females. She also recalled many of her mother’s “specifics” on how colts and fillies dealt with this problem, and one idea struck her on how to help relieve her friend’s suffering.
“Um… Sorry, I don’t know any other bears. But maybe... I could help you.”
“[Really? I would so appre… No. No, I can’t ask you to do… that. It wouldn’t be right.]” said, not wanting to take advantage of somepony as young and innocent as Fluttershy.
“Actually, I wasn’t talking about about sexual intercourse. Rather, I was talking about a certain activity two individuals sometimes do to help eachother. I think you’ll like it.” said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Plus, I've always been a bit curious about colts's "thingies" myself she thought.
“[What kind of 'activity'?]” Harry ask, his interest piqued.
“Have you ever heard of a ‘blow job’?”
Harry tilted his head to one side in curiosity.
“[No, what’s that?]”
“Well, let me show you.”
With that, Fluttershy placed her teacup - which by now was empty - to the side. She then got up, walked over to Harry, and took his still-full cup from his claws and placed on the floor next to the chair. She then stated moving her head closer to Harry’s cock, staring at it in curiosity. Harry felt uneasy about having Fluttershy look at that part of him so closely, but in his desperation, decided to let her do whatever she was going to do.
In the past, Fluttershy had snuck glances at penises before, usually when some colt got careless and failed to cover himself up with is tail, but this was entirely different. The foals her age had small, mostly-hidden penises, consequently her view was always obscured by their sheaths. By contrast, Harry’s seem downright skinny, especially at the end, but at the same time, it was MUCH longer. Near the base, she could see not only the sheath from which this penis must have come, but also a pair of balls, dangling just underneath it. She then hesitantly started moving a forehoof towards the erect phallus, eventually touching the tip, and running her hoof down to his balls, noting how his bearhood felt both hard and soft at the same time. Harry responded with a shudder and a moan, startling Fluttershy, causing her to bring her hoof back in reflex.
“Sorry, I hope that didn’t hurt. I’ve heard that males can be sensitive down there.” Fluttershy said, managing to keep her voice mostly-calm.
“[No, I’m not hurt, but… that felt weird. I’m not sure it I hated it or loved it.]” Harry responded.
“I’m told that a weird feeling is normal. Supposedly, if I do it right, it will, um, start to feel good.”
Her hoof then moved back down towards his stiff stick, pocking it, before running a hoof over his balls, being careful to follow her mom's advise not to put to much pressure on them. She took careful note of how they felt, and was slightly surprised when she felt one move inside its sack. She then moved her hoof back up without realizing it, her mind now in an trance-like state.
Meanwhile, Harry found his mind being invaded with hormones. He'd never felt anything like this before. He felt somewhat "tingly" down there, as Fluttershy continued her ministrations. He closed his eyes, and let the feeling sink in, as his member started throbbing more and more.
However, even though his "downstairs" was starting to feel nice, he couldn't help but feel a small degree of guilt. He probably shouldn't be letting his friend touch him like this, and he certainly shouldn't be enjoying her actions this much. But, she had been the one to make the offer, hadn't she? It wasn't like he was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. She was doing this for him, intentionally allowing him to feel good. And yet, he still couldn't quite stop that feeling of guilt in his gut.
Neither could he stop the moan that escaped his lips, rousing Fluttershy from her daze. Having snapped her mind back to reality, Fluttershy then realized she had to stop keeping him waiting, and start sucking him, before he got cold feet and left. After all, he needed this, and he needed it now, didn’t he?
Fluttershy then placed her tongue on the tip of the Harry's erection, and repeated the motion she’d previously made with her hoof, lowering her tongue down to the base, causing his penis to twitch. “If he starts twitching, it means he’s excited”, she recalled hearing, although she couldn’t remember which of her parents had said it. Still, she took this as a good sign, and moved her tongue back to his tip. She them moved back down, drawing out another involuntary moan. She could tell he was enjoying this, so she started moving a bit faster.
Harry's mind became a blur of incoherent thoughts as he felt her tongue moving down, then up, then down again. He could now swear he knew what heaven felt like, as he could feel her motions with every fiber of his being. With each inch she moved, he could feel every nerve ending light up as his penis became more sensitive. He could also feel his heart rate skyrocketing, even though his nervousness had finally died down. Fluttershy was right, this was getting better… or was it? Part of him wanted to tell her that the problem felt like it was getting worse, that the difficult-to-describe feeling of him being hard was getting even stronger. At the same time, he felt like could not live without this sensation for even a moment longer.
As the turmoil played in his head, he tried to talk to Fluttershy, to tell her what was happening to him, to tell her anything, but all that came out was “[I… That… Ugh… Uhhh… Omm… Ooooh... Uhmm]”.
Fluttershy decided that now was the time to move on to what her mom said was the most pleasurable part for stallions. She withdrew her tongue for a moment, eliciting a high-pitch whine from Harry, before bringing her head down and wrapping her lips around his shaft. She kept her lips locked around him for a moment, before, taking note of the absence of Harry’s grunts, she decided to repeat her tonging motions, albeit this time with her entire mouth. She lowered herself on him, forcing him inside her open lips, when she suddenly felt him touch the back of her throat. Her gag reflex then kicked in, forcing her to pull herself back up. Realizing she couldn’t go too deep without gagging on him, she lowered herself again, making sure to go nice and slow. She was then careful not to go too deep or too fast, lest she end up gagging on him again.
So far, it seemed like anything touching his shaft would make him feel good. With that in mind, she decided to try using her teeth on him, and began chewing on his tip. Suddenly, she felt Harry's legs began to spasm in reflex, and heard him to yelp in pain. Realizing she must have done something wrong, she quickly pulled off him. She could now see that his pupils were dilated, his face grimaced in pain.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I’m so sorry!”
Harry then groaned in pain, before telling her “[It’s OK. I know you’re trying to help. But, please, whatever you just did, don’t do it again.]”
With a nod, she went back down on him, this time focusing on moving up and down slowly, going a little deeper each time. She still took a little more of him with each pass, going deeper and deeper. He must have been enjoying it, judging from his moans, which seemed to get longer and lower as she went deeper. So, she continued, moving up, and down, and back up, and back down again. Feeling a bit more confident, she then started moving slightly faster, causing Harry's moans to grow faster and more erratic, eventually becoming nothing more than short, rapid gasps.
After what felt like hours - but was probably only a few minutes, Harry could felt his member twitching, and felt his hindlegs spasming. Without thinking, he grabbed the back of Fluttershy's head with his right forepaw, forced himself deeper inside her mouth, and threw his head back as his body was wracked with more pleasure than he could ever have anticipated. At this point, Harry was feeling far too good to even think about feeling guilty. Although he didn't quite understand what his body was going through, he knew he needed more, and needed to bottom himself out. Were his mind in a more sober state, he would never have forced himself down his friend's throat like that, but his brain was being overwhelmed by so much pleasure, he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. He then felt a strange sensation of something leaving his cock. It felt like he was peeing, but somehow different, and far more pleasurable, forcing a loud roar from him.
Meanwhile, Fluttershy wasn’t entirely prepared for what what was happening, either. She didn't expect him to lunge inside her like he did, and couldn't help but gag on his flaring member. As Harry’s roar filler her ears, his dick was flexing faster now. Suddenly Fluttershy felt her mouth filled with a strange-tasting liquid eliciting a surprised squeak from her. At first, she felt disgusted, thinking that Harry had peed in her mouth, until her mind recalled what her parents had told her about sperm, putting her mind at ease once again. As Harry forced her to hold still, spurt after spurt filled her mouth, bringing with it a strange, somewhat salty taste. As he kept firing, she realized that her mouth wouldn’t be able to take much more sperm, having been filled near to capacity. Reluctantly, she began swallowing his contributions, not wanting to make a mess of the chair beneath her.
Finally, as his spurts slowed to a dribble and eventually stopped, Harry gave a relieved sigh, his forepaw sliding lazily down Fluttershy's head, eventually falling off to the side. Fluttershy pulled herself off Harry’s member, a small quantity of his seed running down her mouth. Wiping herself off gracefully, she then smiled at him, and asked
“How does that feel? Any better?”
Harry was too focused on his afterglow to respond. Fluttershy looked on as he sat there, his eyes closed, his face at peace, his chest rising and falling as his breathing slowed, a few shudders spreading throughout his body.
"I take that as a 'yes'." Fluttershy said, a slight giggle in her voice.
She then looked down to she his phallus slowly withdrawing back into it’s sheath, but somehow couldn’t quite force herself to look away from those churning balls. For some reason, the sight seemed downright hypnotic to her.
Once again being her back to reality, Harry managed to answer her question with a series of peaceful growls: “[Yes, I feel so much better. Thank you. That felt more amazing than anything I’ve ever felt.]”
To Fluttershy, the difference between the scared, miserable bear that entered the cottage, and the one sitting peacefully next to her was quite the contrast. He now seemed to have a happy glow on his face, the pent-up pressures of the past several days now completely gone.
She simply replied “No problem.”
A thought occurred to Fluttershy: “You know, I’ve heard that once somecreature goes into heat, they need to take care of themselves regularly. Perhaps you should come by again for another… um…" Flutteryshy paused briefly, trying to figure out the right word, "‘session’.”
Her only response was the sound of snoring. She looked over at her chair, and noticed Harry had drifted off. I guess between his lack of sleep and the energy he just used, it would make sense for him to fall asleep, she thought. Realizing he probably didn't hear a word she said she decided she'd just tell him when he woke up. For now, he probably needed the sleep, and he looked so peaceful.
As she left the room to go about her day, she could have sworn she felt something happen to her own body. It was only for a moment, but she definitely felt something back there, almost like a weird twitching feeling, although her body had never done that before. What it could have been, who knows? She decided not to think about it, as something else filled her brain: the familiar scent of her body's odor. Between the summer heat, and the "activity" she had just engaged in, she realized just how much of a sweat she had just worked up. I guess it's time for a shower, she though to herself, before started walking towards her bathroom upstairs.
As she ascended her stairs, one question entered her head: just how many creatures were stuck with Harry’s problem? She knew that Harry’s limbs didn’t really have the flexibility for this “masturbation” thing her mother told her about, but he was hardly the only creature who couldn’t do it. Just how often did this problem happen?
Author's Note
Yay! I've just uploaded my first story!
If anyone's wondering, I put Harry's dialog in brackets because he doesn't speak English (Or, should I say "Equestrian"). Rather, he speaks a roar-like animal-ish language that only ponies like Fluttershy understand. The brackets are meant to imply that Harry's speech is translated. Expect to see more animal speech written like this in future chapters, as other animal noises are "translated".
2 - Fluttershy's Confusion
The next day...
Fluttershy was in her home, cleaning up after having spent yet another day with her adorable animal friends. Although some of them had been playing, most of them opted to "chillax", as Rainbow Dash would have put it. Given the constant heat, their choice to save their energy was probably for the best. After all, today was significantly hotter than yesterday, as per the Pegusi's schedule.
Speaking of heat, It seemed that the animals really enjoyed watching what Fluttershy did, with most of them constantly telling her how "hot" the sight was. She’d been getting compliments the entire day, and most of the previous day, too. Each time they complimented her, her feelings became mixed. On one hoof, it was nice to hear that her animal friends compliment her so. On the other hoof, she didn’t really understand why they were so ecstatic. After all, she had helped many animals, and her blowjob for Harry was no different. OK, maybe it was a LITTLE different she thought to herself, having never enev thought about doing anything sexual with an animal before, much less actually doing something.
However, there was something that confused her even more: the strange feelings that had been flowing through her lower body, as of late. Everytime she thought back on what had happened, she felt that weird "twitchy" feeling again. And yet, she knew that even if her animal friends weren't constantly reminding her of what happened, she still wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. There was always something about that mental image of Harry's throbbing shaft, sticking straight out, as if it were waiting for her. Everytime she thought about how long and hard it was, and the feel of it in her hoofs or her mouth, or the sight of those balls, the way they felt, the way they turned... everytime she thought about any such thing, the "twitchy" feeling would return. It also felt like it was getting stronger as time passed. She was also starting to experience a feeling of warmth, down there too, although it was not a particularly strong feeling... yet.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt something tugging at the fur on her right foreleg. Looking down, she saw Angel Bunny's paw tugging at her, staring into her eyes. She was about to ask him if something was wrong, when he opened his mouth, and pointed inside with his free paw; a universal symbol that said "feed me". His facial expression then changed to the saddest puppy-eyed look he could muster, as if he'd been starving for weeks.
Fluttershy giggled to herself. "Angel, there's no need to be so dramatic. After all, it's been an hour or two since breakfast."
She then looked at the clock, and found that it was indeed getting close to lunch time. "Oh... I guess it's been a bit longer than that, hasn't it?" She then looked down at Angel. "OK, I'll start getting everything ready. I need you to stay here and wait patiently like a good little bunny. Can you do that?"
Excited by the prospect of food, Angel nodded enthusiastically.
"Good boy."
Moving towards her kitchen, Fluttershy opened her pantry to fetch the ingredients she would need for Angel and the other creatures under her care, humming happily to herself. However, her hums were suddenly cut short, as she reached in to get the first ingredients.
"Oh, my..." she said, staring into the pantry. There should have been carrots present. Instead, she was staring at a mostly-empty space, with a few sparse items here and there. "I guess it has been a long time since I went shopping hasn't it?"
No matter, she simply moved on to the pantry where she kept her tomatoes. It too was mostly empty. Likewise for her pickles, apples, pears, lettuce, spinach, asparagus, cherries... in fact, she was practically out of everything her herbavore friends needed. She was even running low on tea! How could this have happened? she thought to herself. She was normally so good at keeping a decent supply of everything she needed. She had known her ingredients were running a tad short, but there should have been enough for at least one more breakfast, one more lunch, AND one more dinner. How could she not have realized she was so low?
She didn't want to admit it, but deep down she knew the answer: her warm, twitchy feelings had been keeping her distracted, causing her to not pay enough attention to how little food she had left.
Her eyes then opened wide with realization: if she were out of fruits and vegetables, she was probably out of fish, too. Since there were no meat-eating creatures in Ponyville - aside from those Fluttershy cared for, she had to have their meat imported from Griffenstone, which usually took about a week. Panicking, she rushed to her refrigerator, opened it, and peered inside. After staring inside for just a few moments, she relaxed her face with a relieved sigh. She still had plenty of fish to give to her animal friends.
Knowing she didn't have enough food to feed everycreature she gathered her bag of bits, and started walking towards the door, stopping only to talk to a now-confused Angel, who was still waiting for her to get started on his meal. "Sorry, Angel. I guess I forgot to pickup the groceries like I usually do. I'm going to head to the store now, and I promise I'll start cooking as soon as I get back, OK?"
Angel just deadpanned at her, clearly annoyed at the delay.
Walking down the streets of Ponyville, Fluttershy noticed there seemed to be more ponies than usual. It's probably because I don't usually shop at this hour, she thought to herself. And it was true: she usually preferred to do her shopping late in the evening, since there would be fewer ponies there. Even a hoofful of ponies was usually enough to make her feel self-conscience, so she prefered to avoid... this. There were so many ponies, she could feel their eyes on her, judging her every move, even though some part of her knew they weren't as interested in her as her nervousness made her think. Still, she wanted to shy away from everypony, and perhaps come back another time. With a soft sigh, she decided she couldn't do that to her animal friends. They were counting on her, after all. All the same, as she continued down the steet, she kept her head low, and covered as much of her face with her mane as she could.
Eventually, she made her way to the carrot stand, run by a mare named Golden Harvest, only to find a line much longer than she was used to. Keeping her nervous breathing under control, she took her place in line, forcibly resigning herself to wait her turn in the hot sun. She then glued her eyes to the ground, not wanting to look anypony in the eye.
As time passed, each pony approached the stand, bought their carrots, and left. With little else to do, Fluttershy looked at pretty much anything she could to pass the time. She looked at the clouds, a few birds that flew by, and whatever else she could see. As long as she didn't have to look anypony in the eye, she could distract herself from her nerves. She soon felt herself start to relax to a certain degree.
"Thank you, ma'am"
The sound of a stallion's voice drew her attention, as she looked at the one ahead of the line.
"No problem," Golden Harvest replied, "hope to see you again."
With that, the stallion turned to his side, and began walking away. He was a stallion that Fluttershy didn't recognize, although she, being as shy as she was, had become accustomed to not recognizing ponies long ago. He seemed to have a brown coat, a dark-brown mane, and a blue tie. Normally, Fluttershy would have been curious enough to glance at his cutie mark, even though she knew she'd forget what it looked like in a matter of seconds, but she suddenly found her eyes move elsewhere. As he moved further away from the stand, Fluttershy got a good peek at what he was carrying between his hind legs. As per usual, Fluttershy couldn't see much, but she couldn't quite bring herself to look away, and kept staring until he was too far for her to make out much of anything. Her thoughts were then filled with thoughts as to what he might look like when aroused. Would his parts be anything like Harry's? If he had an orgasm, would his seed taste like Harry's? Would it look like Harry's? What exactly dose Harry's sperm look like? she wondered to herself, having only swallowed it without actually seeing it.
Luckily for the mare, nopony caught her staring. Even more fortunate, however, was the fact that she wouldn't have to wait long for the next stallion in line to move to where she could see him. She didn't even bother taking note of anything other than his package. However, much to her disappointment, he turn away from her, giving her only a view of his rump. Then again, that wasn't a bad sight, either: her eyes followed his every movement, as he swayed back and forth, mesmerized by the movements of his hips, his tail, the way...
"Heelllooo? Miss? Anypony home?"
Suddenly, Fluttershy realized she'd been staring too long, and shook the thoughts out of her head, and looked forward at Golden, who was now staring at her expectantly.
"Sorry." she said, trotting towards the stand, hoping nopony would notice the blush on her face. "I guess I've got a lot on my mind today. I'll need two dozen carrots, please."
Opting not to press the matter, Golden replied "OK, that'll be 16 bits."
Fluttershy placed the bits on the counter, placed her newly-purchased carrots into her saddle back, and headed for the asparagus stand. She arrived there and, again took her place in line. However, she then spent so much time catching glimpses at the stallions there, she didn't even notice when three different ponies cut in front of her. There was just something about their bodies: the way their fur clung to their skin in sweat, their strong legs, their tight butts, and their packages. As she inched her way towards the front of the line, however, she wass once again snapped out of her thoughts when a mare she doesn't recognize steps behind her. Fluttershy felt a rush of fresh blood to her face when she realized that she'd been "twitching" the whole time. She had also flagged her tail higher than she meant to, although she had no idea when that had actually happened. Thankfully, the mare didn't say anything, leaving Fluttershy to assume she hadn't noticed.
When it was eventually Fluttershy's turn to make her purchases, Fluttershy approached the stand. She then noticed, for the first time, that the sales stallion had been sitting on a stool, his hind legs spread in a cozy-looking matter. Fluttershy stared right at the his package, having a clear view of his penis and balls for a few seconds, before realizing the likely hood of her getting caught. She instead forced herself to look down at the table, realizing that he only had a small selection of asparagus left. Although Fluttershy was hoping to buy enough to last another week, she decided to buy only enough to get her through another day or two, leaving the rest for the mare behind her.
As she walked away with her purchase, she made a quick note in her mind to come back soon, both for the the goods on display at the stand, and the "other" goods on display behind the stand. She then decided decided that the tomatoes should be the next thing on her mental shopping list. Turning to that general direction, she noticed her own shadow on the ground, and realized her wings were fully extended. When did that happen?, she wondered to herself before folding her wings back to her side.
As Fluttershy then started heading toward the tomato stand, she noticed directly in front of he a somewhat skinny... stallion? Colt? It was hard to tell, as he looked like he was at that age when he was turning into a colt. he had red spots on his face, and large glasses on his muzzle. she noticed him absent-mindedly sniffing the air, although she couldn't possibly guess what he was sniffing at. As he continued sniffing, he started moving closer and closer to her, a blush on his face. Feeling her nervousness return, Fluttershy didn't know what else to do but freeze on the spot. As he moved closer, she then took a step back, wondering what had gotten into him?
"Um..." was all she could say.
He suddenly stopped sniffing her, looked her way with embarrassment, and took two steps back.
"S... Sorry" he stammered, before turning around and galloping away.
What a strange person Fluttershy thought to herself.
Then she noticed it... or did she? She could have sworn that, as the stallion/colt fled, there was something bobbing underneath him. Was he horny as well?
It was at that moment when Fluttershy felt another "twitch", as well as something new... a strange wetness. She looked back at herself, and noticed a few stray drops of liquid had fallen from between her legs, landing on the a small boulder directly underneath her. Perplexed, she stared at the boulder, wondering where that liquid had come from. It was probably just a bead of sweat, she eventually reason to herself. She had been in the sun for a while, after all.
Today had been a long day. Pretty much everywhere Fluttershy went to buy her usual ingredients had at least a hoofful of ponies waiting their turn in line including - Fluttershy had to admit - some rather attractive stallions. And since Fluttershy had so many animal friends, she naturally had to buy a ton of ingredients. It was a strange thrill to be simultaneously feeling her usual nervous energy, and at the same time enjoying such beautiful sights, while hoping nopony had caught her. She probably had been caught at least a 6 times. But once again, everything she did was worth it, if for no other reason than pleasing her animal friends. Most of them seemed so grateful to her, they didn't even mind the delay.
Of course, Angel was an exception, glaring angrily at her for taking so long. Even so, a simple apology, and a salad fit for a rabbit-king was enough to earn his forgiveness. After all, although he had an unfortunate habit of acting like a spoiled child, he was still kind at heart. Whenever Fluttershy was feeling down, Angel was always there to reassure her. He always seemed to know just how to cheer her up, no matter what she was going through.
Of course, Fluttershy could only reflect on him - or any of her animal friends - for so long before being brought back to *those* feelings. After all, her marehood was now going crazy. It was twitching continuously now, with a new twitch never being more than a second or two away. It was also starting to produce so much liquid, it left a trail wherever she went. Her liquid also had a strange, musky scent to it, the like of which smelled nothing like sweat. In addition, yet another new feeling had emerged: a "tingly" feeling, which became slighly more intense everytime she winked.
On top of which, her marehood wasn't the only thing that was acting strange. She could feel the nipples on her teats getting hard as well. As the day wore on, they became extra sensitive, causing her to shudder everytime she felt a breeze flow across them. Although the feeling kept her distracted, she couldn't help but enjoy it. And then there were her wings. She was constantly struggling to keep them folded, as they kept wanting to expand to their full size. This made it especially hard to use them for hovering and flying: they seemed so stiff, she could hardly get them to move.
Fluttershy decided she would try to distract herself from her thoughts by cleaning her house. With so many furry friends, there was always something that needed hair removed, or needed sweeping or needed dusting, et cetera. So, with that in mind, Fluttershy set out to work, immediately identifying objects that needed cleaning. Ultimately, despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but think of those beautiful, wonderful dongs and dangling sacks she had seen throughout the day. Consequently, her needy body continued to respond to her mind's juicy stimulation.
Author's Note
Hurrah! The fun has been doubled, for chapter two is finally out!
Fun fact: there was supposed to be more at the end of this chapter, but given it's current length, I decided to end it here, and move the next planned event to the next chapter. Also, since I like building anticipation for as long as possible, I think it works even better this way. I apologize if anyone is left blue-balled.
If you have any constructive criticisms, feel free to leave them below, so that I may improve my writing.
