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".