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.
It was at the tail end of her education, those formative years at the cusp of teenage freedom, that Fluttershy felt shaped her more than any other.
It had been years since she received her cutie mark, but her lifestyle was as shy and sedentary as ever. She had no need for parties, or boyfriends, or the races that Rainbow Dash enjoyed so much. No, all she needed after a day at school was to fly down to the earth below and spend hours with the animals, reluctantly creeping home for dinner.
She'd heard Rainbow once mention moving to the earth town below, Ponyville, after leaving school for good. It occurred to Fluttershy that she should follow her. The closer to her animals, the better.
Those were the thoughts that ran through her mind as she finished her last class of the day and entered the hall. And there she caught her old flight school bully, the one that Rainbow so often shielded her from, staring at her. And the farther from him, the better, she thought. She suddenly couldn't wait to move out, as weird as that radical desire felt to her.
Every step down the hallway felt awkward. There Dumb Bell was, brown coat and bronze hair that shielded his brow, leering at her as he leaned against the wall, chatting to some other jock. She felt uncomfortably warm as a blush crept up to her face, and she tried to keep her thoughts occupied with something else.
It was only recently that she realized why they stared. She'd never been big, or tough, or particularly talkative, but after flight school a growth spurt hit her mercilessly, confusing her self-image horribly. Gone was the small, short filly that she had been as she learned how to flutter her wings. In her place was a girl with tall, slender legs and a form that seemed... she hesitated to call herself pretty, to admire her form. She wasn't confident enough to do so even in her thoughts. She remembered staring at herself in the mirror, naked, biting her lip in distress. She cupped her hands around her large breasts, looking at them in disappointment, trying to hide them by pressing her arms against them. It was too much for her. That was when the stares started, and when she started refusing to leave the house without at least wearing a coat to hide herself behind.
Dumb Bell started toward her. She felt a pang of terror strike through her body, blaming herself for getting lost in her thoughts and anxieties again. She froze in terror, feeling hot and uncomfortable. Her eyes darted around the hall, as if looking for an escape, but her thoughts were just as frozen as her body. She finally faced the person in front of her, watching Dumb Bell confidently ask her something. The words didn't register in her mind, their meaning only appearing at a delay in her agitated state. Something something... would you like to come over to my place?
She didn't know what to do. What to say, what to answer, where to run... Her face felt a thousand times hotter, she opened her mouth to speak and froze yet again.
He chuckled.
She breathed. "N-no," she finally squeaked with a shake of her head, "s-sorry. I... need to go."
She darted of the schoolhouse.
Her thoughts were clear as a stream when she glided to the surface below. Miraculously, her ruminations failed to penetrate her thoughts when she was on the ground with her animals.
They did, however, resurface at home. Even her parents noticed she was quieter than usual at the table, but she brushed it off. Just tired from flying with Dash, she told them.
She stared at herself in the mirror again. She hated how her breasts looked through her green sweater, like they were even more noticeable than usual. Less sweaters, more jackets, she decided... No, she was being ridiculous. Why did their stares bother her so much? She tried to tell herself she was pretty, that it was a compliment... but the stronger part of her pushed the thought of her mind.
With some effort, she went to bed.
Dumb Bell wasn't at school the next day, Fluttershy noticed. His absence helped her thoughts be clearer, and she managed to focus on her schoolwork just as well as usual. Again, she started thinking of Ponyville. To be away from the clouds... she didn't want to live in the town, no, she wanted a nice, serene cottage in the forest, surrounded by all the animals. She resolved to talk to her parents about it that day.
"Here she is," said Dumb Bell. Fluttershy's thoughts disintegrated. Strong hands closed around her arms, and Dumb Bell's accomplice, the caramel-skinned Hoops, stood in front of her and took her hand. She didn't make a move, didn't resist, her thoughts slowed to a standstill as they led her to a closet.
They locked the door.
Dumb Bell knelt in front of her, bringing his face down to her height. His sinister grin changed to a warmer smile. "You're beautiful."
She did not expect to hear that.
He put his firm arms on her waist. "Why do you wear all this shit?" His hands kneaded the end of her sweater, fingers slipping past her underwear.
She began to suspect that he didn't bring her there just to tell her that.
Her eyes met his. The smile had faded, replaced by something more sinister than a grin could ever be.
The implication of her earlier thought set into her. Without any impulse, she jumped backwards toward the door. "N-no..." she whispered, shaking her head with shut eyes.
"You don't wanna leave high school a virgin," Hoops assured her, grabbing her arm.
"Shut it, Hoops," Dumb Bell said. "I got this, alright? Not like I needed you here for her." His face neared hers, and she could his warm breath touch her face. "I could've done this by myself just as easily..." he half-whispered, half-growled. His hands floated around her waist again, grabbing the underside of her sweater.
She turned limp, but he pulled it off anyway, revealing her plain undershirt. That came off as well. "Look at you," he announced softly, poking his fingers at her cheek.
She opened her eyes, fear and shame so fierce that tears welled in her eyes, and looked down, face flushed as fire, at her large breasts sitting behind her plain, white bra. He ran his hands down the side of her waist again, this time resting at her buttocks. "No girl at this school can hold a candle to you, you know that?"
He smirked and kneaded her buttocks. "I just had to have you," he growled. "You're perfect." He ran a hand through her hair tenderly, but she closed her eyes and tried to turn away. "You're beautiful," he offered again.
Some part of her felt that he meant it. Another part of her didn't know what was going on at all. The rest of her, the core of her, was filled with such terror that she wished she would stop existing right there and then.
His fingers brushed against her sex and she let out a little peep, squeezing her eyes shut harder than before. She tried to shut herself out from the world, ignore everything that was happening to her, but her mind let no thought touch her other than what she felt. Hands behind her unclasped her bra, the ones in front pulled off her pants, and her underwear too.
Her buttocks pressed against the cold floor. She clasped her arms around her breasts and shivered, eyes still shut.
A warm mass sat in front of her and she peeked with one eye.
Dumb Bell's entire, massive length protruded toward her, a rod of heat brushing against her inner leg. His warm hands went around her waist again, and she was pulled closer to him, closer to his...
He tried to calm her, to compliment her, to warm her, as the head of his length brushed against her folds. Fluttershy couldn't focus on anything but the indescribable mix of shame and fear and that strange electricity that came from her thighs and made her feel all odd and warm.
It reached its horrible peak as the length entered her, and then it spiraled into pain. "Shh," Dumb Bell whispered into her ear. "You are..." he grunted, "wonderful."
It was finally here that she began to cry. The pain, the shame, the fear...
The seconds turned to hours, and in many hours of pain... she felt pleasure. She was trying to breathe, to forget where she was, like when she was with her animals on the surface, when no anxious thought entered her mind...but all she succeeded in doing was finding a strange sort of pleasure coming from her folds.
She made a noise, something like an "oh!" as Dumb Bell made another thrust into her. "She's starting to like it," Hoops commented. No, she assured herself.
No—she made another squeak again, out loud, but no, she tried to say to herself again. She wasn't enjoying it.
Her mental turmoil was interrupted as Dumb Bell flipped her over, her nipples touching the cold floor. His hand brushed against her stomach and pushed her back toward him. His brutish hands squeezed her large breasts in a way that almost hurt. And then he took her nipples between his fingers and she felt equal pinpricks of pain and strange pleasure.
She was pushed back down, and saw Hoops' length staring her down. "Come on," he urged, brushing it against her mouth. She tried to look away, but the back of her body was pushed back toward Dumb Bell in his thrust. In a moment, the sheer... strangeness—she didn't know the word to call it at that time, but it was the eroticism, the sheer, raw eroticism—of it hit her, and she let out another noise.
"She's moaning now," Dumb Bell announced. His body pressed on top of hers, and he felt his warm, powerful mass push on her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He growled into her ear. She wanted to shake her head and say no, to disappear from this place, but she found that a great part of her begged for him to continue thrusting. Her confused attempt at speech ended in another squeak that elicited a chuckle from the pair. "No reason a beautiful girl like you has to hide," he told her. "I don't know a stallion that doesn't want to fuck you bloody."
A strange surge of emotions flooded her when he said this, and the odd, pleasurable electricity that pooled in her thighs seemed to spill all over. She let out something like a whine. Or a moan. She barely knew.
"But I'm the first to claim you," he victoriously purred, kneading her breasts once again. "Hoops has waited long enough. Serve him," he ordered. She forgot how to resist.
Slowly, she allowed the warm length to be pushed through her lips and the thrusting, the pleasure, that electricity, resumed once again. "Use your tongue," Hoops suggested with a moan, and Fluttershy made an attempt to swirl her tongue around the shaft.
Her eyes widened as it entered deeper down her throat, and she found herself speared on both ends. It was at that moment that she became acutely aware of the rhythmic slapping that emanated from her butt, linked to the waves of shaky pleasure that made her legs numb. She saw herself in her head, back and butt arced upward, those large breasts of hers that she hated swinging beneath her before Dumb Bell brutishly grabbed them— and a slap striking, stinging her butt —
And that was when she forget where she was, her legs entirely numb, her arms out of her control, and the rest of her body utterly subjugated by the two bullies that once jeered at her from the flight school playground. She remembered how they switched once, or twice, she remembered all their heavy panting, how stuffy the closet became. She remembered how it felt as she sat in the warm lap of Hoops, his shaft spearing her like she was their prey, their trophy...
She didn't know how long it lasted, but she remembered how every bone of her felt gloriously drained as she sat against the cold wall, strange, sticky cum pooling out of her hole, sliding off her lip...
They wordlessly admired her, cleaned her with the janitor's rags. She suspected they had been used for that purpose many times before, but in that moment she didn't care. The fear, the shame, the terror... it all came back to her at once, and she sniffled. She was on the brink of tears, she felt, but she was too tired to cry. Her captors didn't notice.
She hardly remembered her release. She was limp again, and they did the dressing for her. On autopilot, she found herself at home, almost forgetting that she neglected to visit the earth's animals that day. Her parents served dinner and again remarked on her silence, and this time she failed to produce any excuse other than a shrug.
She didn't look into her mirror until she crept fully into bed. It sat at the other end of her room, and she stared at herself covered in blankets. The top of her breasts peaked out, and Fluttershy pulled her blankets down and released them.
Her large breasts. The breasts Dumb Bell grabbed, kneaded, twisted... the breasts he called beautiful.
She stared at them, not knowing, for the millionth time that day, what to think, what to feel. All she could feel was the trickle of cum escaping her vagina again, triggering that feel of shame, that feel, that strange feel of electricity in her thighs that she felt before. She shifted her legs uncomfortably and let out a little whine.
Her mind drifted back toward the conversation that floated past her as she sat recovering in the closet.
"She was loud," Hoops had commented.
"Yes," Dumb Bell had agreed, absentmindedly.
"I hope the janitor didn't hear us," Hoops said, making his point. "Or we'd have to let him take a turn on her too."
Why, a small part of Fluttershy wailed, did that elicit a spark of excitement?
