Equestria MILFs 3 — Weekend at Fluttershy's

“But mom, why are we going to Auntie Pinkie’s for the weekend?” Sour Apples, Fluttershy’s oldest daughter, loomed over her, strong arms crossed under her massive breasts. Those breasts were the main thing that she’d inherited from her mother. Fluttershy’s made her look awkward and vulnerable. The same endowment somehow made Sour Apples look like a tank.

“Your father and Auntie Twily and I are just having a little get-together. That’s all,” said Fluttershy.

“Homygosh, which Auntie Twily?” said Fluttersmile, darting behind Sour Apples and peeking down at her mother from beneath her long straight pink hair. “Weird Auntie Twily, or Weirder Auntie Twily?”

“Um, Weirder Auntie Twily,” said Fluttershy. Why did all of her daughters have to be taller than her? This was Macintosh’s fault.

“They’re having an orgy,” said Sour Apples.

“Ewwww!” said Fluttersmile. She held her hand to her mouth and giggled.

“Mom and Dad are swingers. Why else would they be shuffling us out of the house like this?” said Sour Apples.

Fluttershy’s eyebrows snapped down. “You two young ladies should be grateful your parents are open about their sexuality! You know that whoever you choose to love, your father and I will be accepting and supportive, and we expect the same courtesy from you!”

Sour Apples and Fluttersmile glanced at the floor, cheeks flushed. “Sorry, Mom,” they said as one.

“It’s all right, sweeties,” said Fluttershy.

“Mom!” shouted Flitter Wings, racing through the kitchen door. “Weirder Auntie Twily is here! And she brought Spike!”

Fluttersmile and Sour Apples turned to look at their little sister, then slowly looked back at their mother. Fluttershy ducked her head and blushed.

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“I am so sorry I can’t be there today,” said Rarity from the tablet propped up on the coffee table. Behind her on the screen was a Paris hotel room. “And Spikey-Wikey, I hope you do understand that I love you. But my lifestyle does not support pets. Even pets who can carry their end of a conversation.”

“I’ll be fine with Fluttershy,” said Spike. “Miss you, though.” Really he’d rather live with Fluttershy, for a number of reasons, not least of which being that human world Rarity’s bitchiness got wearing pretty quickly. He loved her, but she was a ‘sometimes’ partner.

“Macintosh, you haven’t said much,” said Twilight.

“Nope,” said Macintosh, pushing his shaggy blond bangs out of his eyes.

“Really, Twilight,” said Spike. “That’s an observation you’re making? I can see where you would because normally Macintosh is such a motormouth.”

“Be nice, Spike,” said Twilight.

The four of them sat in the living room — Twilight on the recliner, Great Dane-sized Spike at her feet, and Macintosh and Fluttershy leaning against each other on the couch. Fluttershy’s non-talking dog Dietrich lay with his head in Fluttershy’s lap. Spike watched the way Fluttershy’s fingertips trailed over his belly, toying with his short fur, stopping short and hesitating every time they neared his sheath. An ethical zoophile was still a zoophile, and Spike couldn’t help but be a little jealous.

“Macintosh doesn’t want me to sleep with other human men…” said Fluttershy, sliding a hand down her husband’s thigh and squeezing his knee.

“If I ain’t there,” said Macintosh with a slow grin.

“…but otherwise, he trusts me,” said Fluttershy. Her fingers traced up the inside of Mac’s thigh.

“Um, Macintosh, are you…” The prospect of being in a sexual situation with another male, even if they weren’t directly having sex with each other, was the thing that bothered him most about this weekend.

“He’s bi,” said Fluttershy, apparently quite used to speaking for her husband.

“But I ain’t into dogs,” said Mac.

Spike slumped with partial relief and laid his head on his paws. “Okay. Good. I’m straight. So no funny stuff.”

“No homo,” agreed Mac.

Twilight consulted her notes. “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”

“Getting you and Fluttershy naked,” said Spike, wagging his tail.

“Spike!” gasped Twilight. “There’s no need to be crass.”

“Yes. Yes, there is,” said Fluttershy, tracing her fingertips up the fly of her husband’s jeans. Macintosh gasped and arched his back. Unfortunately, it was hard for Fluttershy to get her hands to do two different things. Dietrich’s head snapped up and his eyes shot open as Fluttershy brushed his sheath, and in a second he was hightailing it out of the room. Spike noticed as he fled that Dietrich was neutered — so no competition.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” said Fluttershy, covering her mouth and blushing.

Macintosh laughed. “Wifey, we gotta get some dog cock in you. Let's get to the bedroom.”

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“What’s taking them so long? They aren’t having sex without us, are they?” Spike and Macintosh lay on the bed. Macintosh had undressed as soon as they’d gotten in, and Spike was trying not to look at him. His broad red pectorals and curly yellow body hair made Spike feel both intimidated and kind of funny inside.

“Hope not. She’s supposed to let me watch,” said Mac.

The bathroom door opened, and Twilight and Fluttershy came out. They were dressed in skimpy little nightie tops and barely-there thongs, thigh-high fishnet stockings and porn heels. Fluttershy was wearing a little too much makeup — on purpose, to look a little trashy. She’d done it for Spike before. Twilight was wearing way too much makeup, because she didn’t understand how human makeup worked.

“Hello, colts,” purred Twilight, narrowing her eyes. She had heavy eyeshadow on her upper eyelids, as was the fashion in Equestria.

“Oh sweet holy Harmony, this was worth waiting for,” said Spike.

Twilight was a seven-foot amazon in human form, with thick thighs, wide hips, and breasts bigger than Mac’s head. Her hair sparkled with tiny stars. Fluttershy, the shortest human in the room by a foot and a half, had filled out since her teenage years but was still long-legged and gangly. Her butt was a lot heavier, though, to Spike’s delight. Her tits had always been massive. They sagged pendulously under her nightie, hanging to her navel. Just looking at them made Spike’s cock so hard it ached. His knot was already up, and he hadn’t even touched her!

Twilight crawled up on the bed next to them. The queen frame creaked under her, Macintosh, and Spike’s combined weight. She smiled at Macintosh, and he smiled back, squirming up against the headboard, and leaning on it with his arms behind his head. Twilight began to crawl across the bed to him, but then paused, and looked back, face a little guilty. “Are you sure it’s okay?” she said to Fluttershy.

“It’s okay. I know how to share. Thanks to you,” said Fluttershy with an awkward grin.

Twilight nodded once and climbed into Mac’s lap. Mac pushed back her hair, and they began to kiss. Spike looked over to Fluttershy. She blushed and hunched over a little, hands folded over her panties, upper arms squishing into her breasts.

“I’m sorry. I know I’ve… been with all of you. A lot. But I feel a little self-conscious in this getup,” she said.

“If you want to be alone with Spike, we can use the guest bedroom,” said Mac.

Fluttershy gasped. “No! We’re supposed to be doing this together!”

Twilight rolled over to her side so that she was facing them. Her and Mac’s hands were wandering over each other’s bodies, but their attention was on Fluttershy. “Fluttershy, we all know this weekend is really about you and Spike. We understand. If you need private time with him, it’s okay.”

Fluttershy flinched. “But Macintosh, what if you get jealous?”

“You need this in your life, smoopy pie. You’ve been really good for a long time. Anyway…” He glanced down at Twilight’s breasts. “I’m being compensated.”

“My eyes are up here,” said Twilight with a smirk.

“Eyup. Looked at ’em. They were nice.”

Twilight laughed, grabbed Macintosh’s hand, and leapt off the bed. “Come on, you. Let’s give them some privacy by making enough noise that we can’t hear them.”

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They lay side by side on the bed, Fluttershy’s hands on Spike’s chest and Spike’s big paws on Fluttershy’s breasts. She’d done a little strip tease for him, and now she was totally naked except for the platform heels, which Spike had asked her to leave on.

“So,” said Spike. “Here we are.”

“You know, I don’t think we’ve ever been alone together before,” said Fluttershy.

“All that tedious group sex,” said Spike, wagging his tail. She’d let her hair fall over most over her face; he nosed it aside and licked her cheek. “So much fuss and commotion.”

Fluttershy giggled. “That tickles.”

Spike kept licking, wetting her cheek and her neck. The cheek was soft, with pale freckles spattering her yellow skin. He felt her swallow through the skin of her throat.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

Kiss was relative. Spike licked her lips, and when they opened, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, wrapping it around hers. He filled almost her entire mouth. He felt her tongue, her teeth, the inside of her cheeks, the top of her throat. His cock pulsed, so hard it hurt. His hind legs kicked and got tangled with her long, plump human thighs. Those thighs wriggled out and locked around his narrow waist. He bucked and felt the wetness of her pussy brush against his shaft. He went a little crazy, hips jerking, cock and balls and knot bouncing off her lips. At last, he found an opening and started to press, but it was awfully tight. Fluttershy bit his tongue, and he yelped.

“Spike! Wrong hole! Wrong hole!”

“Sorry. I lost control, there.”

“I’ll say you did,” she said, reaching down and wrapping her long fingers around his shaft. “I like that hole, but it’s delicate. We need to be a little more gentle with it, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be more careful next… Oh, fuck.”

Fluttershy had guided the drooling tip of his cock up over her taint and into the opening of her pussy. That wonderful, loose, stretchy mom pussy that could take his thick dog cock so easily. At least up to the knot, anyway. “Ah! Fluttershy! It feels… so… so good!”

Fluttershy kissed the side of his muzzle and flicked her tongue over his lips. “You can lose control, now. Please. If you don’t mind.”

“C-can I knot you?” groaned Spike, body trembling.

“Yes!” snarled Fluttershy. Irritated at his restraint, she grabbed him by his bony little doggy ass and yanked him forward, nails digging in through his fur. His knot mashed against her pussy, straining at the opening. He pushed his tongue back into her mouth and began to thrust his hips.

Knotting while on their sides like this was proving to be difficult, but if he rolled her over and went in from behind he’d have to stop kissing her, and because of their very different body plans missionary was nearly impossible for them to pull off. Luckily Fluttershy was flexible. She lifted one leg high in the air and wriggled both her arms down to pull herself open for him. He knocked his fist-thick knot against her pussy lips, gradually hammering them more and more open.

“If… oh! If you were a normal dog, this… ow! Don’t stop! This would be easier. Your erection begins with extending your penile bone; you’re not supposed to grow fully erect until you’re already inside me. The knot’s purpose is to keep you… oh MOTHERFUCKER! YES! keep you inside me, to aid conception, not to… Oh! OW! Make intercourse more… ow… difficult!”

“Am I hurting you?” whined Spike.

“Yes, but in a good way. Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”

He finally felt his knot sink into her soft, sloppy pussy, the lips closing around the base of his shaft. They both lay, gasping, sweaty, staring at each other. Fluttershy’s hands, no longer needed to hold herself open, drifted over to play with his balls.

“So you see,” said Fluttershy, grinning, “your problem is you get too excited too fast.”

“Can you blame me,” said Spike?

Fluttershy smirked. “No. No, I can’t.”

Spike started to thrust his hips. Fluttershy moaned and raked her nails through his back fur. He licked her neck and breasts, making them glisten with slobber. She pushed her boobs up so one flopped over the other so that he could lick the nipple. Ripples bounced through her breasts as he fucked her.

He quickened his pounding, unable to hold back. It was clear from the rapturous expression on her face that Fluttershy didn’t want him to hold back. Her eyes rolled up into her head. She began to drool. Spike rammed his lean hips into her wide pelvis. His knot strained at her pussy lips when he pulled back. That straining had an extra bonus for Fluttershy — it rubbed at her clit, harder than a lover’s thumb. She’d told Spike it gave her unimaginable pleasure.

Spike felt Fluttershy’s body begin to tense, muscles tightening. He leaned forward and thrust his tongue into her open mouth. Three more thrusts and he felt her powerful child-bearing muscles clenching down on him. Her long, plump thighs locked around him, squeezing his middle so hard it felt like he might snap.

His balls boiled, but he clenched down, willing himself to hold back until he felt her relax. He buried his cock as deep in her as it would go, mashing the end against her cervix. Pleasure ripped through his body. Every hair of his coat stood on end. His cock pulsed, sending gout after gout to fill Fluttershy’s pussy with his cum. He groaned, head thrown back, luxuriating in feeling his cum squirting out of her pussy onto his balls.

“That was a good one,” purred Fluttershy, eyes looking up at him playfully.

Spike nodded, gasping, unable to speak.

Fluttershy looked over her shoulder and twisted so he could see a little of her back. “You clawed me up pretty bad,” she said, still grinning.” Thick pink streaks ran all over her shoulders, heading back out of his field of vision.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” moaned Spike.

“Don’t be,” purred Fluttershy. “I want those all over my body by the end of the weekend. I want to feel them under my scrubs on Monday, reminding me of what’s waiting for me when I get home.”

“Not gonna be a problem,” said Spike. “So hey, I think we’re gonna be knotted like this for a while, though. What do you wanna do? Checkers?”

“Kiss me more,” said Fluttershy.

So that was what Spike did.