Broken Butterfly

At first, Thunderlane thought she was just embarrassed. But after she squirmed away from conversation the third time, he was beginning to think she didn't like him. It almost didn't make sense to him.

He didn't mean to brag—well, on the occasion—but he was a hot commodity among the mares of Ponyville. They loved him, and so did he.

Except for her.

He first spotted her months ago. Of course, he always knew she lived in the town, but it was only months ago that he really spotted her. When he decided she would be one of his conquests.

She always wrapped herself in clothes. Sweaters, scarves, hair that curled into her face like it knew she was shy... But under all that, no matter how much she tried to hide her treasure, Thunderlane saw an hourglass shape if there ever was one, with bountiful breasts to boot. The term "child-bearing hips" came to mind, and it made his balls jump every time he thought of her.

He scoffed. Fluttershy was making him a poet in his own thoughts.

He shifted his legs uncomfortably, trying to starve off his arousal. The site of his conquest came into sight: Fluttershy's cottage.

He crept up to it on shaky legs, heartbeats overwhelming his thoughts. He had never felt like this about a mare before, never had so much trouble doing what he was about to. There was something special about her. A girl so beautiful yet so shy. So cute and so timid. There was something tantalizing about it, something carnal that played with his nerves.

That was it. She played with his nerves for far too long. He'd lost control for the first time. And it was time to take it back.

He stopped just short of her door. In his mind, he imagined knocking, waiting for those pink curls to appear in the doorway before he pounced on them and tore her sweater off. He rubbed his hoof on his chin, staring at the door in front of him.

No. He was rushing into this too fast. It was time to take control, like he always did.

He flew up to one of the windows poking out of the cottage. Hovering a fair distance to conceal his flapping, he spotted a yellow shape through one of them. As careful as he could, he came near the window and landed on the roof, peering inside.

It was the bedroom. There she was, closing the door behind her, wearing nothing but a robe. He could see the side of her breasts poking through the middle, and he almost gasped.

She set a book down on the end table near her bed and paused, stretching her arms behind her. She opened her mouth in a cute little yawn as Thunderlane admired her soft, cute face.

It was time.

He gently pushed a hoof into the window frame, glad to see the cottage windows were unlocked. Swift as a Wonderbolt, he opened the window and dived into the room.

She let out an "eep!" as he entered and closed the window behind him. Her look of surprise, of terror...

He dove at her, pushing her to the ground in front of her bed. Her robe opened to reveal her incredible breasts in their full glory. Thunderlane almost felt he would faint with the amount of blood that now flowed to his dick.

One hand pawing at her breasts and one clasping her mouth shut, he gave her breasts a nip with his mouth. She squeaked underneath his hand, arms pressed tightly at the floor and hands grasping the carpet in terror.

Thunderlane breathed and stared at her terrified eyes, that feeling of power, of control, flowing back into him. "I'm going to take my hand off now," he told her softly. "You know how to behave..."

She stared at him terror, breaths paused. "Breathe," he told her. He smirked, and said, more sternly this time, "I can't have you passing out before all the fun." He stood up and released his grip on her, pulling the rest of her robe off.

"W-why..." Fluttershy managed to squeak as she scrambled backwards against the bed.

"I couldn't resist," Thunderlane stated as he unbuckled his pants. His dick sprung forward harder than he though possible. He needed her. Now.

Control, he reminded himself. He took a deep breath. "Up," he commanded, stepping forward with his rock-hard member. "On your knees."

She stared at him, wide eyes frozen in terror. He grabbed her by her long pink hair and pulled her face to his balls. Her warm breath made his dick jump, causing him to press her face firmly into his groin.

He wanted her now. He wanted to claim her, destroy that innocence, show the world that no mare would ever have that kind of power over him again. And he was angry at himself for letting her do this to him. Arms fueled by rage, he bucked his groin into her face. Mindlessly, he slammed her face into his pelvic region by the hair. He hated her. He wanted her. He wanted to ruin her, claim her, fuck her!

He pushed her head away and slapped her. She fell toward the bedside again, sniffling.

He stopped. What was he doing? Control. She was getting to his head again. But he couldn't show weakness.

"Get back up," he commanded, coming out as a growl. "I'm sure you've learned your lesson now."

She sniffled and nodded, rising to her knees and looking at the floor. He stopped just short of pouncing on her again. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Her head gravitated toward his length, and her lips finally connected. Her breath danced on his dick, sending shivers through his body. It took every ounce of willpower not to slam his dick down her throat now.

"Begin," he said sternly but impatiently. He clenched his fist.

She took the dick into her warm mouth, and her small, yellow hands held it gingerly. As waves of pleasure seeped into his body, he brushed her pretty pink hair, twirling strands between his fingers. It was finally his.

And he had to make that clear. "Look into my eyes as you service me," he ordered. She did. Her sad, blue eyes met his as the shaft entered her pink lips. Time seemed to slow. Or quicken. He couldn't tell anymore. All he knew was that his conquest was complete.

After a few minutes of ginger service, he pulled her hair and ruthlessly pushed his dick into her throat. She struggled to breathe, but Thunderlane made sure her eyes continued to meet his. He was too consumed by pleasure to discern her expression.

He came buckets. He pulled out of her mouth as a river of white seeped from her lips and deposited the final loads unto her face. She sputtered, she coughed, but he was past caring. She'd be swallowing more than enough cum once he was done with her.

With no pause, he pushed her body unto her bed, rubbing his wet dick across her navel. He dove into her breasts like a wild animal, pawing and nibbling and sucking and pressing his face against the bountiful mounds. In to time, he was hard again, and drove his length into her wet lower lips.

He fucked her like a machine. He railed her. Mercilessly. And all the world was reduced to that single spear of pleasure consuming his body. His eyes took in the magic of seeing her child-bearing hips at his mercy, her wonderful breasts being pawed by her hands. He punctuated his ownership by slapping her. On her face, on her breast...

He kneaded her buttocks. He ran his hands along her legs. He slapped her again and again. In time, he flipped her over and took her doggy-style. He slapped her ass deep red in no time. And came again.

Trails of cum ran on all parts of her body, leaking out of every hole. Her ass shined a nice shade of pink, almost like the color of her disheveled, sticky hair. He wasn't sure if it was cum or tears that adorned her eyes, but it looked just as beautiful either way.

"Come on," he said softly, pulling her out of her cradled position. She now sat at the edge of her bed, eyes tightly pressed shut. He pulled his robe back over her.

Brushing a finger over her cheek, he smoothed her hair and shut her robe around her. He smirked to himself, knowing that her fluffy robe would now be soiled by his cum. "Sleep well, my butterfly. I expect to visit again."

He rose and clothed himself. Fluttershy didn't move, sitting eyes shut and arms firmly pressed against her robe. He frowned. Hair disheveled and cum-stained, she didn't have the same innocent beauty now. And it was his fault.

With that, Thunderlane smiled. He left a conqueror.