Pining Hearts Flutter

by Fireflower

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, Slice of Life, Zebra, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6792

One shot clopfic: canon x OC; based on a certain series of fanart posted online by artist TwistedScarlett. A lonely zebra's stopover to a local cottage turns into a sleepover following a scheduled rainstorm beyond any other pony's control if at all.

Although that Ponyville is home to all sorts of denizens willing to take refuge here, other species and breeds capable of sentience are still an intermittence within the sleepy town; that being said, it's not as if they're made to be unwelcome nevertheless.

Of the many possibilities, a lone zebra is found trudging about with nowhere else to be going to, save for one destination: the outskirts where the population density is much lower and without fear of any unwanted encounters with any other strangers so to speak.

In spite of his solitary nature, he has a few friends of his own, one of which he's willing to place his trust into: a veterinarian with her own circle of friends as well as a life to make of her own; this was more enough to provide him pale shelter from the gathering storm above themselves.

Published 2019-05-01 04:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-01 04:30:02 UTC

It's Falling Down

Author's Note

This is my thirtieth clopfic out of the many that were made using a canon character this time as an anthropomorphic being instead of a normal form: in addition, I also have an original character who belongs to me which would be a first, but only due to be centralized about sex; however, this is also a Mature-rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, the OC belongs to me and the story itself has been inspired by kalash93's clopfic, A Pleasant Surprise.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again.

It's Falling Down

Daylight was now being burned away in the minds and bodies of every possible lifeform which dwelt upon the soil of the turning world, already rotating on its own axis at a set speed while revolving as well on a different one to say the very least; as a result, half of it was already bathed in it. As such, the big gray sky already become congested with many clouds to block out the rays of sunlight; despite this, a flock of birds from various sizes and shapes soaring across so serenely that not even gravity alone could ever pull any of them down to earth itself, free from fear and worry. Within a large dream drop distance was but a small civilization being defined in such various materials used to build them from the ground up, most of them all being the ones suitably fit for the likes of even three little pigs without a care in the whole wide world for the dangers posed to them. The calm gentle breeze was now surfing across every one of the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence even as the dirt road guided its way over from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is and was worth crossing as well. Out among the very backgrounds rested a bluish valley and ridge of such smoky mountains already carving themselves a significant piece of the landscape alone, many which were raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the clouds were hovering over them. With the hustle and bustle about now deep into the flow, the small town was already filled to the brim with an otherwise rather utter abundance of many people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being rather nothing short in the standardized metallurgy of life.

All that remained was a rather towering and immense tree in the midst of nowhere; unlike many of them, this one had been serving as an unconventional form of residence. Its roof already drenched in an abundance of foliage with leaves making an emerald splash and marinated in wet soil, save for dozen vines waving about in synchronicity. Upon all of the windows, a yellow glow bathed the achromatic glass, corresponding to the adjacent birdhouses including a few that were next to a russet door nearby. Even a short wooden fence had one guiding itself right away from the metal doorknob whereas another pointed to the road constantly taken already traversing over a lake. On the opposite side of the road, a patch of true blue flowers had stood out against the brilliant green nearby crystal clear waters, the same ones where burrows remained.

For what it was worth, there would be at least few, if not, dozens of people traversing throughout the environment, much less inhabit it; of course, one figure possessed a distinction to do so: a zebra stallion was found trotting upon the grass and sand. His tresses were monochromatic like the coating itself, save for some differences: his mane was short, barely above the scalp and already highlighted in a jaded sheen; his tail was unchanged, barely touching the soil right underneath his own hooves. The lone zebra’s dark beady eyes were offset by a tiny pair of jet black circular eyeglasses, doing absolutely nothing whatsoever to hide the anticipation in the chocolatey pupils as they were both affixed onto the large tree right up in front of him directly. A thick light vermilion shirt with short sleeves was found to be adorned right upon most of his very abdomen, its neckline already bearing a largely darker shade to the point of being a much ruddier tincture than the majority of the very textile itself. The zebra’s legs were covered up with a pair of thick beige jeans that ran down past his kneecaps in the process, sheltering the lower appendages from the elements in every conceivable direction therein while providing him some warmth within its folds.

“It’s only a matter of time and distance; pull yourself together here: you’ve almost made it…” he’d said to himself, panting about as the proximity amid him and the place was shriveling onward.

The lone zebra remained aware of the scenery nearby the large tree, his beady brown eyes now beginning to scan the details already provided to the likes of him. Of the many places that were within his line of eyesight was a large sea of green with trace amounts of some warmer colors among a bewildering camouflage. All throughout the herbage was only a lush landscape denser than the open field the zebra was now walking upon, so loud and proud of its structured foundation. Deep within every piece of vegetation now dwelling in usually contained many different plants capable of providing either nourishment or mortality to anything. Given the immense size of such acreage, it had seemed that even the sheer probability of finding anyone residing in here was rather virtually nonexistent to a fault. Some dense moisture of the dewdrops was being formed on the surface upon many of the green grasses housing the very flora, overwhelming every single blade. The only thing that was left to complete this very scenery alone was at least a stray pedestrian traveling at once and he would’ve instantaneously fit the profile.

At long last, the zebra made it to the wooden egress immediately, finding the time to knock on the surface gently; as a result, he was quickly greeted with a gentle whimper, “hello, who is it…?”

“It’s Zuul…” he’d introduced himself, “I’m here…”

“I’ll be right down in a second…” the tenant’s voice replied, followed by some hoofsteps from within.

Instantaneously, the zebra was soon greeted with the sight and sounds of a butterscotch pegasus just as the very door upfront was opened straightaway. The resident’s elongated carnation tresses were already flowing freely: its mane running far past the neckline and the tail barely contacting the surface. The butterscotch pegasus’ attire was simple: a long thick teal sweater matching both eyes, white stockings past the kneecaps, and a butterfly necklace. The host already bore a curvaceous figure alongside a calm visage, both of which were showing off how different the two equines were significantly.

Another difference picked up was Zuul becoming red all over his mostly monochromatic muzzle as he greeted the butterscotch pegasus, “evening Fluttershy, lovely weather we were having today…”

“I know, it’s such a shame that it’ll be coming to an end soon: the weather has been hiking it extra to make up for lost time…” the tenant squeaked as the zebra stood his ground only inches away from the former, unperturbed by the environment, “I was worried that you’d either changed your mind or got caught in the rain by the time you got here…”

“Still high and dry so far…” he’d chuckled a bit.

Then, without so much as any kind of warning whatsoever, but somehow as if it were on cue, several drops of water fell right near Zuul’s body at once, prompting him to take shelter at once. At this point, the two equines were finding the downpour picking up some concentration before their eyes, beating against the ground and the structure of the residence already sheltering them. Right away, their ears were assaulted by the pitter–patter of precipitation, piercing the premises with reckless abandonment as the wood, soil, and foliage started soaking in the clean solution. Although that Fluttershy wasted no time in the very least when it came to shutting away the door, some drops of rain made their way in though the hooves of the zebra, despite his agile entrance.

Of the twosome in question, he was quick to notice how and why the tree he’d walked up to was not like the others: aside from housing the likes of the butterscotch pegasus, it was hollowed out. The very ligneous ceiling in its entirety had but a similar golden sun complete with its own rays, albeit painted in a darker coloring shade and lacking the heat and luster of the real thing outside. Some of the tree’s inner walls were easily filled to the brim with housing provisions fit for other lifeforms like themselves, albeit only much smaller: species, needs, and texture notwithstanding. Standing at the adjacent corners of the very living room in question was but a pair of matching furniture: a chair standing underneath a bookshelf and a couch resting beneath the windowpane. A small flight of stairs were pointing upwardly to an adjacent floor, possessing a railing on the right side to provide safe passage for any lifeform traversing to and from there interchangeably. Resting nearby the ingress were a pair of carpeting possessing their fair share of differences: one was but a largely orange quadrangular rug; the other, its small and circular pinkish counterpart. All that remained in the very room were a stony fireplace, some small table, a birdcage, some clocks, and a green drawer that were right inside the home, each capable of providing comfort.

Zuul had breathed a sigh of relief as his cannons were shaking about up and down, something that remained instantaneously noticed by Fluttershy herself whom had replied, “can I get you anything…?”

“No, it’s fine, ma’am…” the zebra heaved, clasping both his knees while facing the flooring underneath, “can I please sit down though…?”

“You’re more than welcome to…” the butterscotch pegasus answered as he rested his haunches upon the green chair.

It wasn’t long until the very resident up in front went off somewhere near the stairway yet avoided climbing, leaving Zuul to his own devices. Only the sight of rain and fog were started to increase condensation right before the zebra’s eyes, despite being presently further from the very egress. The cardiopulmonary auscultation within him was enough to join the stationary sonata started up by the storm outside, one he’d barely escaped from. Apparently, Zuul was more than relieved enough to wipe the glasses clean with the edge of his shirt before returning them to the top of his muzzle.

The zebra turned to his right and found some more books, this time nearby the matching couch and ruminated silently, “she’s obviously no princess but neither am I; come to think of it, what must have been driving her to read so many books…? I bet one of my friends in town would have threw up at the sight of them if he was forced to read even one instead of using it as a weapon… Patience, Zuul… the storm will blow right over soon enough; there’s no reason to make one inside a teakettle either, especially not here…”

“Whoops…!” Fluttershy squeaked, followed by the shuffling of some metals and wood, “I’m okay…!”

“What’s going on?!” he’d cried out alertly.

As Zuul started to take a stand, the butterscotch pegasus was quick to reply, “it’s nothing really…!”

“I find that hard to believe…” the zebra scoffed quietly with narrowed eyes, degrees away from straightaway up on both hooves, “what could have possibly happen that would have prompted her to say that…”

He wasn’t sure what to make of the situation he was already in, let alone the new location where the host was currently at so to speak of. Even though the very tree in question was far from small, it seemed almost impossible for Fluttershy to get lost, much less escape. Much of what remained for Zuul was simplistic to a fault: wait for the heavy weather to pass; the butterscotch pegasus was also doing so.

“I’m back; sorry if it took so long here…” the timid tenant tweeted, trotting back to where the zebra took refuge.

He was quick to notice a new object in Fluttershy’s left hand and asked immediately, “what happened; did you go hurt yourself…?”

“Not at all: I was trying to find something to start up the fire; it’s only a few more weeks until the Running of the Leaves…” the butterscotch pegasus quickly answered tenderly, gripping a metallic object tightly, “come to think of it, you seemed to have been exhausted so easily when you got here earlier; are you alright…”

“It’s nothing really, I’d just gotten back into town recently; city traffic was a real pain in the neck…” Zuul said while watching the resident walk over to the fireplace where the kindling lain aside.

Fluttershy found a small flame flitting about from the item in her clutch as she’d lowered it onto the ligneous fuel upon the very hearthstone. In an instant, the butterscotch pegasus watched as the fire grew following its transportation at her supervision, eating the wood straightaway. Now the tenant was treated to the sight of the controlled burn barely beginning because of the host’s choice of action, warm colors abound. Even the zebra whom had sat directly across from the stony structure started seeing Fluttershy being bathed the interchangeable afterglow. Dazed but not so confused, the butterscotch pegasus found the time to put the metallic static mesh amid the conflagration and the former.

The resident turned to face the guest within the home and spoke to him, “so what prompted you to leave here…”

“I wanted to see the beaches again once more before they closed them off again; growing up, individuals like me never imagined seeing this much water, let alone life revolving around it…” Zuul said while Fluttershy took her seat onto the couch nearby himself almost immediately, “seeing the places around them bloom put me at ease because at least I knew it would be there. Being able to see beyond the landlocked confines of home and watch the water stretch beyond my sights was enough to surprise me; it wasn’t like the lakes or the ponds, and it was more than enough for the wells alone to take it all in. Not even the heat would be enough to deter me from taking solace in the notion that I’m safe from worrying about what would’ve become of me; in fact, this town alone kept me at ease…”

“I see, and what did you find that did so, Zuul…?” the butterscotch pegasus just inquired the zebra.

Taking a long breath, he said, “not having to worry about being out of place, like everyone else; come to think of it, you ever felt this way in life…?”

“More often than not: I wasn’t always a strong flier, let alone a confident pony; as a matter of fact, the only thing I can recall from my own youth was how I’d almost fell to earth literally…” the host answered, slowly turning the gaze to the windowsill which was standing directly behind, “it’s so ironic that a pegasus like myself had to be saved by a flock of butterflies, of all creatures. If it hadn’t been for them being here on that day in my life, who knows what could’ve happened to me, let alone all of Equestria, mind you; it’s almost unthinkable, much less something to dream of…”

“I know… it’s harrowing; anyways, how long is the rain gonna last…?” Zuul asked Fluttershy as they’d heard the precipitation increase in density.

The butterscotch pegasus slowly turned to face the zebra again and had said to him at once, “they said that it was supposed to last until midnight; the weather team had missed so much time last month…”

“Didn’t happen where I had been; besides, the sun was shining and winds were warm…” he’d interjected tersely, “as a matter of fact, aside from the shorelines, I’d smelled the morning dew from earlier…”

“You can do that…?” the alert tenant inhaled.

Zuul confirmed, “mm–hmm: sometimes, I can smell the raindrops before it falls or even if it doesn’t…”

“Really now; that’s interesting: usually most pegasi, especially at my old hometown have that ability, even my father…” Fluttershy cooed, edging slightly closer to the zebra, “of course, it isn’t exclusive to just my kind alone…”

“Your kind?!” he’d stammered without warning.

The butterscotch pegasus turned red in the face and squeaked, “oops, I’m sorry if what I’d just said had offended you…!”

“Don’t worry about that, getting harassed for being a zebra is just the least of my problems…” Zuul coughed up a laugh before regaining his composure once more without feeling whatsoever, “sometimes, other stallions think I’m plotting to steal away their special somepony and I get far too many requests from other mares to cheat on their spouses with me for one reason or another. It’s just so difficult to even think if I wanted to find somepony of my own to love, zebra or otherwise: in fact, I think I’m into stallions yet even the opportunity to hook up with one hasn’t been easy to do so; I haven’t even made it past the kissing.”

“I see where you’re going with it; I tend to stay open–minded about love in general, let alone a significant other…” the gentle resident had exhaled before turning away without any inclination thereof.

In a matter of seconds overall, it was now the zebra’s turn to ask a question, “what do you mean by that: I thought that you have a special somepony of your own; do you still have at least one…?”

“Not at all…” Fluttershy immediately answered tersely, “I don’t mind being alone though; of course, I’m never lonely, not when I’m surrounding by all those wonderful friends and family of mine…”

“I bet they’re treating you well…” he’d said to the butterscotch pegasus, looking right at all the birdhouses beyond the owner’s heart and soul.

The host had finally stood back up and sighed, “more often than I can count: the ties that bind leave softer bruises; anyways, it’s almost time for bed anyway…”

“Times like this make me wish I had an umbrella in my possession, let alone got here sooner…” Zuul struggled to stifle a laugh, earning a faint smile from Fluttershy despite not even seeing it, “I should’ve brought a sleeping bag with me too had I known how long the storm would last…”

“Tell you what: why don’t you come spend the night here in my bedroom?” the butterscotch pegasus declared.

This soon made the lone zebra flare up a bit as he had stuttered about, “you’re serious; but, isn’t only room for one?!”

“Don’t be silly: there’s plenty of room for the both of us to sleep in ‘til morning, Zu–Zu; besides, I know you didn’t come here just so we can talk…” the tenant tittered typically, transiently taking up a stance to trotting away from him once more, “sending you out in the cold is quite a mean thing to do, even if you were to insist…”

“You got me there…” he chuckled, sweating about as he too started to stand back up again, raring to go and follow afterwards.

Of course, just when Zuul was about to catch up with Fluttershy, the latter spoke to the former, “if it’s not too much trouble, then would you kindly please put out the fire…? I pretty sure the heat in the house should be enough to keep us both warm overnight; would want it to get too warm at this rate…”

“Gladly, anything for you…!” the zebra tweeted instantaneously as the butterscotch pegasus was left alone to climb the stairs, “besides, this old house of yours is still made of wood after all…”

With him left alone to his own devices again, the resident was treated to sights similar to the living room below; despite themes of conformity shared, there were still some major differences. The ceiling right over Fluttershy had possessed a few birdhouse suspended several feet from the ground, each of them the same in terms of color and shape along with their collective purpose. The background, better yet known as the walls serving as its own foundation as well, was already surrounded in a richly lighter shade than the pegasus, each side reinforced by the timber frames. The flooring right underneath the host’s hooves were all basked in an emerald splash of ligneous planks, bearing more life than their down–to–earth counterparts downstairs where Zuul was at. Two different styles of windows were present, standing close in range: several squares and their circular counterpart already imprinted into the walls near their shared corners all gathering rain. The sleigh bed was already resting against the adjacent wall, dyed–in–the–wool a deep blue with some matching sheets while being accompanied by a pair of snow white pillows at the baseline. There were other items of the matter that were well within Fluttershy’s sights: a stony fireplace with a few pictures, a green trunk at the bed, a shelf with a lamp on top, and a basket woven cot.

Fluttershy walked on over to the bedside to cast aside the long teal sweater, revealing much more than what her face and wings had shown through. The butterscotch pegasus had currently bore a supple form, serving as confirmation of the two traits which just differentiated both equines inside. Her bosoms, although nearly bearing the circumference and density of volleyballs, were already constrained by her thin yet modest blue brassiere. Accompanying it were only a pair of coordinate panties offset by some white garter belts with its hugging straps holding up Fluttershy’s stockings. Despite the butterscotch pegasus’ residual chastity, her very undergarments did little to cover the flanks or its three rose tinted butterflies on them.

As soon as she’d climbed into bed, Zuul had finally went in after her, barely aware of the textile that was recently cast aside upon the flooring.

While Fluttershy had rested on one side with the lamp within her sights, she was quick to feel the zebra taking refuge nearby herself; nevertheless, the former said to the latter immediately, “goodnight…!”

“Same here…” he’d retorted, gently leaving himself right out and openly about in the opposite direction of the butterscotch pegasus after removing his very own glasses, “see you in the morning…”

Sure enough, she’d turned off the light, quickly throwing the very bedroom into the clutches of darkness as the golden silence was lodged within the cottage claimed as her humble home. Still, the orchestra from the deluge was beating against the very glass as they were guided by the gentle breezes swaying to and fro with no clear endgame or goal within their lines of sight. Sleep was the one thing that was already nestled deeply within the twosome’s minds as their own backs faced each other in spite of the fabric that had kept them warm and cozy nonetheless. Such sensations were at an all–time low since they alone were currently attempting to pass the time in a silent way, unperturbed by the shine in the storm occurring already outside there. Soon, there would come a time where such phenomenon would finally come to pass, something that both Zuul and Fluttershy had already understood well as one of the common constants. Since the rain and the winds were now being seen and heard at once, all that was left for the two equines to do was share the bed and let nature alone take its course like in times of yore. Seeing nothing but black, they were all by their lonesomes yet because of their close proximities, safety and security were generally assured since the tree become their collective stronghold.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness that had floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had come in all shapes and sizes, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the very least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the fold sooner or later. This interval, however, would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failures nevertheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed two no less.

Out in the jet black void, a loud gasp was emitted from there, creating an anomaly that had given it some semblance of life whatsoever: a silent voice being nothing more than ragged panting and wheezing between intervals. With little warning thereof, there was a brief shuffling about in an instant making contact with the small dimensional boundaries already surrounded the whole time, intermixed with the sounds of creaking and springing. Long after, the fabric was found brushed up against itself within the darkness, their texture being a whole different story even as the walls closed in on the lone owner’s minimal movement with a clicking turn all too briefly. Surely and faintly, a small snort or two notwithstanding, the oxygen itself had gotten sucked into all the nostrils gently as the nearly silent voice now doubled in a couple of seconds thanks to the choking respiration initially.

Instantaneously, the darkness was vaporized and in its place was the light from the very lamp in a higher concentration than that of the outside world. Still, within the epicenter of it all were the twosome sharing the same bed despite the differences thanks to the lack of change which they’d underwent. Of the minimal inhabitants found hither, the zebra was found stained with a smidgen of scarlet, seconds from standing upright from where he stayed.

“Are you alright…?” the butterscotch pegasus gone and had asked him, still buried right underneath the fabrics.

Zuul reared his head to face her reluctantly and replied, “sorry, I had a nightmare: dreamt that I was sat on fire in the middle of a thunderstorm; it doesn’t even help that I soiled myself as well…”

“How; what’s wrong: did you wet the bed…?” Fluttershy prodded onward with a small frown, “unbelievable…”

“Not at all, I was sleeping outside the covers after all; besides, it was my underwear that gotten affected: this was one of my last good pair…” the zebra had retorted, breaking the butterscotch pegasus’ visage back to its tender form.

She’d started to slide out of her stocky comforter slightly and spoke, “well, this is indeed most unpleasant…”

“I know, right…?” he’d sighed with exasperation, looking away and down at his own clothes, “the fact that it keeps happening whenever I go to sleep at any day or night sometimes, especially after when I get out the shower…”

“I see… of course, it’s only natural to have such kinds of dreams; I tend to have them sometimes…” Fluttershy had said, placing a hand over Zuul’s shoulder without any form of hesitation whatsoever.

The modest zebra still burned brightly as he’d instantaneously replied, “you do; like what, Fluttershy…?”

“Well, there was this one time not too long ago that I had dreamt I was a nude little bumblebee with a stallionhood instead of my normal filly parts…” the butterscotch pegasus had started to answer, catching him off–guard as his monochromatic cheeks now deepened into a sea of claret, “anyway, I flew over to a blossoming rose where my friend, Tree Hugger, had bursted out from. She was naked like me but gotten all of her bits together; back on target, I had found myself caught in the moment of kissing her so quickly, I lost control and started having sex with her; before long, I found myself soaking wet in my own bed…”

“Whoa…” Zuul gasped as he felt something growing on him; at this moment, she’d began to open herself out of the bedside at once.

Upon doing so, the zebra turned to find much more different attire currently upon Fluttershy’s body: even though he was aware of the sweater from long ago, her undergarments were surprising to him; despite not wearing his very glasses this time around, the former was able to see the latter’s form.

The butterscotch pegasus soon simmered and asked, “since that we’re awake, I was wondering if we could relieve ourselves of the whole thing…”

“Really: you mean that you want me to do it with you; are you sure you want this?!” he choked out in response, at a near loss for words at her suggestion, “I haven’t even made it this far after all, you know…”

“Well, it’s as what you’d said, Zuul: you wanted to find somepony of my own to love; besides, even from your nervousness, I can tell that you were anxious to see me again…” Fluttershy answered, finally taking a stand once more with feelings upfront, close, and personal for the eponymous guest to see her clearly now that the rain was gone.

The zebra couldn’t help himself but move closer to the butterscotch pegasus and stammered, “I know, it’s almost unbelievable too…”

Since their eyes were accented by considerably definite emitting flushing, they finally joined hands with lips growing rather closer to each other. The pair finally grew more eager: their muzzles finally opened as tongues finally slipping out from themselves and started wrestling for influence. In little time whatsoever, they had surrendered themselves to their mutual crime of passion, showing no signs of relenting at all in the very least. Their conjoined passions started to grow as Zuul rested his hands behind Fluttershy, unperturbed by the states of their collective differences therein. Carbon dioxide had escaped from both nostrils as soon as both equines had broken away to catch their breaths, leaving behind a stream of salivation. Heavy exhalations started to dissipate between themselves as they were still lost in one another’s gazes, not afraid to stand up in the same bedroom.

“How was that, Zu–Zu; do you still wanna continue…?” the butterscotch pegasus asked tenderly, “I can’t help to wait longer…!”

“Then where can I start…?” the zebra replied.

Sure enough, she shifted both hands to her back and a click was heard with little warning overall; what happened next was of no surprise for the likes of him, especially since they had woken up: the bust was finally emancipated from its owner’s upper territory of the latter’s undergarments.

Fluttershy flashed her hot pink nubbins so freely and forked over her feedback to Zuul, “drink me…”

Aroused by the sight of them, the zebra bent down face first onto the butterscotch pegasus’ cleavage and started to fondle them slowly with his fingertips, making latter moan slightly in preparation. Soon, he’d watched them hardened before he started lapping at them both, even going so far as to lick in between both while leave behind ribbons of saliva around the way for her to feel the sensation. Hesitant moaning started to intensify when Zuul’s teeth had started chewing over Fluttershy’s bosoms, causing a creamy white liquid to spurt right from them as it gone deep into the former’s very muzzle. It continued on for merely a few minutes until the zebra lifted himself back to the butterscotch pegasus’ lips and began kissing once again, tasting the liquid gland ingested not long ago thanks to his efforts.

“I can’t believe you taste so good; it’s no wonder why everypony likes you so much: you’re not just sweet, you taste so much more too…!” he cooed, overwhelmed by the concupiscence thanks to the likes of her and the form she’d possessed in full display, “I still want some more of you, please…!”

“Help yourself… we have the whole night to ourselves…!” Fluttershy giggled, finding the time to plant her hands and knees onto the bedside.

Zuul eyed the rest of the butterscotch pegasus’ remaining underclothing: even though the fabric clung onto its owner’s coating, he couldn’t wait; needless to say, she, too, was also in a state of anticipation on the whole.

Suddenly, she’d felt her own panties being removed, leaving the loins completely out in the open as the air embraced them; almost immediately, something liquid also made contact, making the former shiver: the zebra drooled, “you asked for it…!”

His very tongue was found to be currently licking deep inside Fluttershy, leaving her in an actionable position for the taking at his very grasp. Just when the butterscotch pegasus cerebrated of the cold rain, the dribble from Zuul’s muzzle surpassed the point of even more than that alone. She’d attempted to remain in control of her own posture as the zebra still began permeating throughout her in a silent way unlike the former. As he was slurping and licking within Fluttershy’s croup, his salivation dripped about with its frigidity, causing a series of loud climatic moans. Listening clearly to the butterscotch pegasus’ plethora of voluptuous sultry cries, it was some enthralling kind of such encouragement for Zuul. With her fundament firmly in the zebra’s grasp at that moment in time, a plethora of voluptuous sultry cries had enthralled him to continue onward. The state the twosome were in was ironically comfortable, even though Fluttershy was becoming vulnerable to losing her stature to the likes of him. The brief intervals of time granted to the butterscotch pegasus were all made by the likes of Zuul alternating cyclically with such attention to details.

“OH, ZUUL…!” she’d stridently screamed, “WOULD YOU PLEASE RAVAGE MY BODY ALREADY?!”

“You’ll get your chance sure enough; I still respect you way too much to let you get pregnant…” the aforementioned zebra had replied after breaking away from Fluttershy almost immediately.

He stood up to reach right in his left pocket to find a lone plastic square before pulling down his zipper to free himself from the very textiles which had bounded his loins to a state of dormancy; sopping and gluey, he started to open the item in his grasp and reveal a rubber conduit to affixed to the owner’s protuberance already edging right towards the butterscotch pegasus’ very flanks.

Zuul now rested his hands onto her fundament, stretching them wide before plunging his shaft into them through slowly and progressively; this made the latter’s gasped with a blush instantly, “AAH…!”

Needless to say, Fluttershy was now feeling more pleasure each time the zebra slowly rubbed against her while sliding his prepuce in and out rapidly; as a result, she’d wavered around and increased in luxurious synchronicity. Some vastly small high–pitched moans escaped from the butterscotch pegasus’ lips again with added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness as jolts traveled up her spine while the friction grew about between them. Even he could barely help himself, grunts, pants, and moans escaping as well every time his thrusting yard punctured throughout her croup, causing herself to go wriggle forward and back like a lavish caterpillar in response. Zuul was still grasping onto Fluttershy tightly, gaining some momentum as they couldn’t help to enjoy every minute of such togetherness with a little more tenderness: every move having their very coats rubbing off of each other. Even in the hot and heavy atmosphere such as this, the two equines were still in a touching grip, collective perspiration already pouring throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths as they’d moaned. She’d now actively pushed two of her fingers inside her whispering eye as his continuous efforts were getting her to a highpoint closely since such excitement was just around the corner; for what it was worth, they were at ease. Fluttershy couldn’t even take it any longer as she’d yelled out at the peak of her own pleasure, shooting out more juices all over from the velvet; at the same time, Zuul plunged in her flanks and felt himself doing the same too. Of course, the very memory of the zebra wearing something around his shaft was more than enough to remind both equines how they were still in control of themselves despite having been swept up in the sea of concupiscence.

The butterscotch pegasus finally collapsed onto her own bed, wet with weariness and indulgence as a result of their synchronized efforts as the moisture was now being collected by the comforter underneath.

“Whew… are you alright, Fluttershy; do you need some help…?” he’d asked her almost rather immediately, “I can fetch you something to drink…”

“There’s no need for that, Zuul; you did well on your own: besides, let me clean you up…” the titular tenant twitted, turning around to face Zuul.

It didn’t take long for the butterscotch pegasus to be glancing at the sodden region of the zebra with a profligate grin, taking note of its currently small length being surrounded by the fabric. Sure enough, she’d used the left hand to knead the prepuce around playfully after removing the layering; before long, he’d then felt it spring up on towards her muzzle in little time whatsoever. Nonetheless, Fluttershy’s own tongue quickly slipped right out of her mouth and started slowly sliding around Zuul’s yard with warm salivation making contact, causing him to blush deeply. Standing uprightly, all that the zebra could do was watch as his clothes were being loosened by the butterscotch pegasus whom was stimulating and syphoning what would erupt from his shaft. Gently and surely, he’d lent back a bit further to give her more room to lap around, still careful enough not to let gravity send him downward onto the flooring at a certain angling so to speak. Zuul couldn’t helped himself but coo and moan as he’d felt Fluttershy’s tongue running across his yard, finding the time to remove his crimson shirt and display his slightly muscular abdomen. Within due time, the butterscotch pegasus driveled onto the zebra’s shaft for some significant time until her mouth was filled to the brim with flavor, swallowing about before breaking away.

Needless to say, when she’d broke away from him, the brown pants finally descended onto floor, bearing the stencils of a lone flask amidst the flanks.

Unlike Fluttershy, Zuul was completely in the altogether, panting about, “well, that was breathtaking; I can’t believe you were up for it…”

“Me neither; I had never expected you to get it right the first time, let alone wear a condom…” the butterscotch pegasus responded, watching the zebra take his seat on the other side of the bed, “it seems that you’d be well on your way to return home now…”

“Not quite, I’m still too tired to walk on home in the dark, even though it’d stopped raining…” he said, calmly resting his head onto the pillow.

She’d gotten back up to do the same, removing the rest of her attire with a yawn before doing so, “that was fun while it’d lasted; we can do the rest tomorrow morning if you like…”

“Yeah… I don’t mind doing that; besides, I can wash my own underwear before I go home…” Zuul replied before snoring away, “pleasant dreams, you…”

“Same here, Zu–Zu…” Fluttershy had sighed softly, turning off the lamp again with the darkness cloaking themselves.

At long last, the two equines were back to sleeping together alone in the room, no longer bound by concerns of time or layers of clothing at all. In the very endeavor of their chance encounter, the butterscotch pegasus had now wrapped both of her arms right around the zebra’s midsection. They’d slowly straightaway snuggled about in the soaking solutions secreted, shared, and served simultaneously, softly sank in soothing slumber.