Flutters of Fancy IV: Bushel and a Peck

by Twigai

Rating: mature
Tags: Fluttershy, Sex, Slice of Life, Anthro, Applejack, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Romance
Length: 6177

Time goes on for our lovers; each day a mass of gooey, syrupy bliss. Fluttershy, well out of her shell, is playing with substances that wax nostalgic. Applejack isn't so sure, but what could it hurt? Such things didn't stop them before, now did they!

(Note: This story includes explicit sexual activity, futanari, petplay, mild drug use, and a student/teacher relationship. If this kind of story is not your bag of oats, it would be best to move on. All depicted characters are at least 18 years of age. Note further that despite the cover art, this is an anthro story. The artwork was chosen in honor of a specific artist who has had considerable influence over this project, Audrarius, whom I have not heard from in some time. I wish him well.)

Time goes on for our lovers, and each day runs into the other in a gooey mass of syrupy bliss. Graduation looms - that moment of bliss when they'll be able to announce their courtship and move on with their lives. The meantime is filled with deepening affection by the day, and moments of experimentation.

In one such moment we find dear Fluttershy, who fans still the flame of desire that brought her out of her shell. She's playing with substances that wax nostalgic, but Applejack isn't so sure. Is she taking things too far, or is a little fun between lovers worth it in the end?

Well...it didn't stop them before, now did it?

Published 2019-07-20 14:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-07-20 14:30:01 UTC

A Gross of Apples

Fluttershy rarely felt so in touch, and yet so far away from her own name.

Shyness was an iron maiden she spent her life crushed on all sides by, but there were those few people she kept company with outside of her animal friends who could serve to release the pressure. Some were her family. Others were special friends, whom she had endeavored to become more adventurous around. Now, flat on her back upon a familiar bed that was not her own, she stared at a stucco ceiling reflecting incandescent light. Therein she saw imaginary pictures of clouds, and took to giggling at the sillier looking ones. Flitting about this way and that inside her head was a cloud of butterflies; their softly beating wings pollinating her thoughts with a syrupy miasma of pleasure.

“Yep, I knew it,” the voice of her teacher and partner observed. “Y’had too much. I warned you, but you went an’ did it anyway.”

Fluttershy waved her hand dismissively in the direction of the voice. “Oh, no no,” she said with a smirk. “It’s not that, just…Mister Blue Jay could have flown over that thicket, but he was mad at it, so he tried to hop through, so Mister Groundhog yelled at him to keep him from getting stuck. Silly thing.”

Applejack, quite naked save for a towel about her neck, was fresh from the shower and smelling of the strawberry lavender wash she used just because it pleased her lover. At the vanity of her spartan bed chamber, she sat upon a stool and ran a brush through the untamed blondeness that ran freely down to her rump. At Fluttershy’s comment, she quirked a brow at the ceiling.

“There ain’t no blue jay,” Applejack observed. “Yer doin’ it again. Like I said, y’had too much.”

Fluttershy was covered in sheets. Beneath them she wore pink pajamas with carrots all over them, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember when she had donned them. She stuffed one of the downy pillows into a ball and propped her back up against it. “Maybe I did, but I’m all better now. Promise.”

“Uh-huh,” Applejack agreed incredulously. “It’s always the quiet ones, they say. I guess ‘they’ know what they’re talkin’ about.”

Fluttershy stuck her lip out in a pout. “I’m okay, really I am. And you’re one to talk about being shy, you know. A few months ago it was all you could do not to have the lights off when we first started…you know.”

Applejack blushed and reached for a robe draped over a nearby chair, but her young lover would have none of it.

“Don’t do that,” Fluttershy said flatly.

“Wh-why not?” Applejack retorted. “I c’n put clothes on if’n I wanna, can’t I?”

Fluttershy’s reassuring smile beamed, and her partner couldn’t ignore it in the reflection of the mirror. “Yes you can, but you don’t really want to, do you? You’ve always been telling me how the clothes you have to wear as a professor at school are so stiff and uncomfortable, and since I can’t ever talk you into a dress or even a skirt, you like being naked at home.”

“Well…yeah, that ain’t lyin’…”

Fluttershy’s grin remained merry. “And you like being naked around me, because I like everything about your body. Even the parts you’re embarrassed by.”

Applejack rolled her eyes and jammed the hairbrush into a cup on the vanity table. “Well, I guess one thing about ‘granny’s special blend’ holds true. It makes you more honest. And ready to say just about whatever’s on yer mind.”

Fluttershy placed a hand on her chest at her collarbone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Won’t you turn around?”

It was Applejack’s turn to pout, but her status as professor made the gesture feel foolish in Fluttershy’s presence. “Nuh-uh.”

“Pleeeeease?” Fluttershy cooed, her fingers laced together under her chin. “For me?”

Applejack knew that ever since she and her student had embarked on their journey together, she couldn’t stay cross with Fluttershy for long. She bent her lip back and snerked at the student’s reflection. “It ain’t hard, Butterfly. I got grading papers on my mind and I ain’t thinkin’ about all that right now.”

“Oh, but that’s really easy to fix.” Fluttershy took to working her buttons, and had three apart before Applejack could so much as blink at her. At length the rest came free, and she let the free halves of her pajama top drape over the swell of her healthy chest, just barely revealing the valley of her breasts. “Gee, I’m pretty sure I put a bra on today…”

Applejack cleared her throat. “You were so outta sorts that I had to bring you home and change you myself, on account’a that milkshake you spilled all over your gown.”

“Mmhm,” Fluttershy agreed as she traced her valley with her fingertips, “but did I spill anything on my bra?”

“…no.”

“Then you took it off because…?”

“They’re tight!” Applejack insisted. “Who wears a bra with pajamas, right? I figured you’d be more comfortable!”

Fluttershy shook her head, swishing her hair all about. Her locks, their color matching her pajamas, floated over her shoulder and covered her daffodil chest on one side – the movement also managed to dislodge her top from that side, and she slipped her arm out of the sleeve.

“Did you do it slowly?”

“What?” Applejack sputtered, “N-no! Like I said, I was just tryin’ t’make you feel more comfortable!”

Fluttershy beamed. “We already talked about this, you know. I said it was okay. You can talk to my chest and stare at me, even touch me when you want to. I don’t mind.”

“Well…”

“Did you do it slowly?” Fluttershy repeated. “Did you stare at my chest while I was all zoned out?”

“…mebbe a little…”

Fluttershy slipped her other arm out of the top. Bare to the waist, one breast remained covered by her hair, while the other, capped by a honey-yellow nipple, bounced free with the undulations of her lungs. She blew on her bangs, scattering them about her forehead, and smiled a silly, nerdy smile.

Applejack shook her head and chuckled. “Lord a’mighty Fluttershy, what have I gotten myself into with you? Yer a regular temptress, you know that?”

“Only because it’s you, Miss Applejack,” Fluttershy replied. “I guess this is just what I’m like when I’m comfortable around somebody. It’s not easy for me to get this way.”

“You ain’t like that with your kin, I bet.”

“No, but that’s a different kind of comfortable. I’ve never had something like what I have now with you. And I guess that’s what all this brings out in me.”

“Yeah,” Applejack snerked, “but you can’t tell me there ain’t still some’a granny’s special floatin’ around inside your head, too.”

Fluttershy didn’t reply. She continued to run her fingers gently around her chest and neck, until she knew her mentor was staring at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Silence ensued, and she allowed it to continue until the snake was quite charmed indeed.

“Are you still not thinking about it?”

“Uh…”

“Turn around for me, okay? It would be really sweet if you did that for me, Miss Applejack.”

With her hand planted firmly on the tabletop, Applejack spun slowly about on her stool. Her toned body was well defined, her modest chest that of an athlete. Everything about her bespoke of a powerful woman, save for the stiff, burnt-orange manhood that poked out from between her thighs. It was rigid and stood tall, a beacon receiving the signal of her lover loud and clear.

Fluttershy patted the bed with both hands, as though summoning a dog to hop up on it. Applejack obliged, though she only sat upon the edge with one arm draped over her knee.

“When I think what you were like when we first got together, Fluttershy. And here you are now. I swear, heh.”

Fluttershy’s eyes were unabashedly on the prize. “Is granny’s special a love potion?”

“Heck no, and I hope we never have to go through that again,” Applejack replied with exasperation. “But their ain’t no tellin’ what it’ll really do to somebody. Sometimes they call it ‘granny’s surprise’, and fer good reason.”

Fluttershy went cross eyed more than once. Her hand was playing about her chest again, and her focus skewed. Applejack tilted her head.

“You alright, Butterfly?”

“I had this dream,” Fluttershy muttered from a mental distance. “You remember that time you told me to picture the audience as chickens so I could get through my part in that play? And I told you I pictured a whole bunch of you, instead?”

“Mmhm.”

“I had this dream. There were a whole bunch of you in it.”

“That’s…great, eh heh. What was I-er-what were we doin?”

“Me,” Fluttershy said simply. “I wanted to draw it in my sketchbook but I didn’t. You know why?”

“I’ll bite. Why?” Applejack said softly.

Fluttershy was up on her knees, and then her fours. “…because I just dreamt it a few minutes ago.”

Applejack’s back went rigid. “…Butterfly, maybe you should rest tonight, yeah? I don’t wanna—”

“Take advantage of me when I’m out of my head?” Fluttershy finished the thought, crawling closer all the while. Gravity swayed her naked chest hypnotically. “Are you still hung up on that, even after all we’ve been through? You saw how it turned out when you finally started talking to Miss Cheerliee again. Don’t worry so much. You can’t take advantage of me unless I say that’s what you’re doing.”

Applejack swallowed. Her barely legal lover was naked to the waist and presenting herself like an animal. Fluttershy leaned in to take a long whiff of the strawberry lavender scent, and Applejack’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“It ain’t that. It’s that you know how I get when my buttons get pushed. I toldja what it feels like to have one of these…boy things. What with the doctor ages ago tellin’ me my girlbrain don’t mix with one, an’ so it’d be hard to control.”

Fluttershy matched Applejack’s volume. “I know. And you’re always afraid you’re going to go too far and break me. Even though we’ve been together, you’re still afraid of that. But I’m not broken yet, and I’m not afraid, either.”

The student turned to present a portion of her neck that bore a bruise. Applejack blushed.

“That…that was an accident…honest…”

“I’m not out of my head,” Fluttershy cooed. She lifted Applejack’s wrist and placed her mentor’s fingers on the bruise, allowing her to caress it. “I want you to be all my Applejacks tonight.”

Applejack hesitated as she fondled the bruise. Then her hand closed around her lover’s throat. Fluttershy put both her hands on Applejack’s arm and pretended to struggle, but was easily tossed on her back upon the bed, giggling softly all the while.

“Mmh…my big strong Miss Applejack…”

Applejack nabbed the waistband of Fluttershy’s pajamas from both sides and took her time sliding them down the supple yellow thighs they contained. She savored the view of the girl laid out for her, as she had savored her classmates from afar in the locker rooms of old. Fluttershy was wearing cheap cotton panties – a dollar store variety that worked out to something around a quarter or less per pair. Applejack hadn’t noticed them before, and they sent a clear message.

“You minx,” Applejack muttered. “Had these on all day, havent’cha…”

“Mmhmmm…”

Applejack’s erection pulsed. She crept atop her lover, straddling the blooming femininity below her, and presented herself, poking Fluttershy’s chin with her throbbing tip.

“You ain’t gettin’ a thing till you’re a good girl about it,” Applejack stated plainly.

Fluttershy held her urges at bay no longer. In her mind’s eye she saw them, felt them – Applejack in triplicate, all in Stetsons and long blonde farmgirl braids. They held her, one on each arm, while the third sat upon her breasts, smooshing them down until sweet soreness set in. That one’s penis was proud and strong, demanding attention before it laid claim to her. She opened her mouth to mutter something coy, but the orange head took the initiative and flooded her lips, cutting off her words and stealing them away. It slid inside, vein by thrumming vein, obliging her to calm herself to keep down her gag reflex.

The middle Applejack had a hungry look on her face. Her hands came down on the sides of Fluttershy’s head, where she stilled the eager student’s jerky movements. Applejack sat up and angled her hips foreward, sliding herself deeper into Fluttershy’s straightened throat.

“Take it all, Butterfly,” one Applejack said.

“You got a lotta work to do tonight,” another added.

“Every one of us wants to fill yer pretty pussy up real good,” chimed in the third.

“Nnh…nngh…”

Fluttershy could make no words, but she muttered pleasantly against her thick gag and allowed it to pass into her as far as it could go without check. When it pressed against the back of her throat, she cooed around it and massaged it with the soft wetness therein. With her eyes, she watched her suitors mingle.

“Lemme do her first,” one said.

The one straddling Fluttershy was in total control of the oral pleasure, and was making nothing of piercing her student over and over again to the core. “Aw, there ain’t no rush. Our little Butterfly just can’t get enough of appleseed, now can she? She’ll take care of us all.”

Fluttershy tried her best to nod. She bathed the invading penis in appreciation, and the Applejack atop her leaned so far forward that she had to support herself with one hand on the wall. One of the others sat on her knees and stroked her length in Fluttershy’s view, bapping her lightly on the cheek with it.

“You want mine too, don’tcha sweetie?”

“Mmhmmmm…”

This second Applejack lifted Fluttershy’s arm and brought it to her lips, where she ran her tongue along the underside up to the student’s wrist. She played with the veins under the thin flesh there, dragging the tip of her tongue over them and drawing in for the occasional sucking kiss. Fluttershy mewled and tried to jerk her arm away, but they were all her lover, and they all knew everything about the special places where she was weakest. The second Applejack kept at it, kissing and licking her way up the underside of Fluttershy’s arm until she switched up to the nape of the student’s neck. There she placed deep kisses without fear, for the couple had already decided Applejack would mark her student whenever she so chose. Fluttershy would wear her uniform collar high on those days, and smile knowingly at every reflection of herself she encountered throughout the day.

“Nnh…mmnnhh…”

“Oh, she likes that,” The straddling Applejack commented. “Give her an extra hickey this time. You want more than one, don’tcha Butterfly?”

Fluttershy, her cheeks volcanic and her eyes lidded, nodded her assent. She whimpered as if struck by a brand when the second Applejack slid to a spot at her throat and pressed in deep to create another dark mark. Slurping noises ensued, and when the job was done she moved back to bite Fluttershy soundly on the earlobe. The student took in a sharp breath, Applejack’s tongue tracing her ear once before pulling back to present again the second erection, as yet touched only by her own hands.

The second Applejack pulled Fluttershy’s hand up and simply laid her sunset orange penis in the student’s soft palm.

“Did it hurt, Butterfly?”

“Mmhmmm…”

“What do y’do when teacher hurts you?”

Fluttershy’s dainty hand closed around the erection. She stroked it lovingly in her grasp, returning pleasure for pain and eliciting a gentle sigh from the suitor who had just bitten her ear and neck repeatedly.

“That’s right,” the second Applejack smiled. “That’s a gold star girl.”

The Applejack who was straddling had picked up her pace and was grunting through the heaving of her pert breasts. Fluttershy suckled dutifully, pinned in place and made to serve while her invader spoke.

“Mmh…hahh…done told you…what granny’s special does when yer horny…”

“Oh, y’sure did tell her,” said the second, who had come down off her knees to sit on her side and enjoy the pleasant hand job. “But she wanted us anyway. What’cha figure she’s thinking about?”

The straddler smiled down. “Well? What are you thinkin’ about…mmh…Butterfly…”

Fluttershy could not answer save through murmurs. She felt a caress over her recently freed nipples that could not have come from the two Applejacks in her sight. She whined with it, careless of whence it had come.

The first Applejack shuddered. “C-cum’s such a mess in yer coat…y-yanno…?”

Fluttershy nodded.

“Nn…c-could just pump right into your tummy, make it nice and clean, but I wanna paint all over yer face instead. That’s okay, right Butterfly?”

Fluttershy practically squealed with delight.

“Y-yer my pretty little canvas, right?”

“Mmhmmmmmmm…”

“…nnh…”

“G-gonna make you beautiful—”

The first Applejack lost her words in a heavy grunt, for she was not a woman to cry out with release. She grabbed Fluttershy’s head and pulled out just as orgasm was rolling through her. For an instant there was nothing – the pause before the storm. Then, Applejack’s penis erupted in lines of thick semen that wrote cursive patterns all over Fluttershy’s face. Applejack directed it – a pump for Fluttershy’s silky hair, one for her nose, and another down her chin. She bapped at Fluttershy’s lips and gave a terse command.

“…mmh…open…open up…”

Fluttershy opened her mouth wide. The head drew near, and two long bursts coated her tongue. Applejack’s organ lingered, and Fluttershy made a point to kiss it affectionately on the tip after she had swallowed its gift dutifully down. The Applejack it belonged to planted her hands on the mattress to either side of Fluttershy’s head and panted to catch her breath. Beside her, the Applejack who was watching had her hand wrapped around Fluttershy’s, which in turn still held the other thick member.

“Good for ya?” The other asked with a chuckle.

“Mmhm, sure as,” the first Applejack agreed. She picked up a hand to caress Fluttershy’s cheek in a dry spot, and then gently smacked her there, as if getting a child’s attention. “So? What’re you thinkin’ about, Butterfly?”

Fluttershy’s eyes hadn’t opened all the way since she was pushed down on the bed. She could see them clearly, because in her mind she wanted to see them. “…s-so many Miss Applejacks…I could drown in you all…” she whispered.

The real Applejack, who was also the straddling one, sat up and pondered her lover’s dreamy words. “Huh…so every time I cum Butterfly thinks it’s…heh heh…oh this’ll be interestin’ for sure…” She turned to the thin air beside her and held a conversation with it.

“You want a turn, Applejack?”

“Sure do, Applejack. But that throat fuckin’ looked mighty fun. Sorta thinkin’ I want one of those too. But I bet her poor mouth is worn out.”

“N-no, no…” Fluttershy said weakly as she batted her lover’s chest. “…more…more please…”

The Applejacks folded their arms. “You think you deserve it?” one asked. “What makes you so sure?”

Fluttershy knew this little game. It was a way to show her lover how deeply she had sunk into her own depravity, and Applejack just adored it. Fluttershy turned her head to one side, the seed already drying in her hair, and exposed the side of her neck yet unblemished.

“M…mark me here,” Fluttershy cooed, drawing her fingers up very high, near her jaw – a place her collar would have trouble concealing no matter how high she wore it. “…s-so I can’t hide it…”

“Mm, that’s a fine offering,” one Applejack observed.

“Worth some more pretty white in her coat,” the other agreed.

With that, the first Applejack slid off of her position straddling Fluttershy above her breasts. She slunk down to the side, drew up close, nipped Fluttershy’s ear, and then dragged her tongue down to the spot the student herself had indicated. There she pressed into a deep kiss, purposefully suckling and biting so as to raise another dark mark through Fluttershy’s coat.

“…a-ahh...y-you’re m-marking me…”

“In more ways than you figure this time, Butterfly.”

The comment had come from the second Applejack. She was on her knees again, penis presented to Fluttershy’s repositioned lips, where she poked eagerly at them. “We haven’t had a night like this in how long now, almost a month? Darn schedules. But you know, I ain’t even played with myself at all, in all that time. That means I got a lot of seed saved up. I think you need a special kind of bath, all over your pretty body. Ain’t it convenient that I can help you with that?”

Whether the words had actually been uttered or Fluttershy had just imagined them from her partner’s body language was debatable, but the student didn’t care. She nodded several times in succession and arched her back against the biting, cooing as though in orgasm herself. Without hesitation she parted her lips and let the second erection pierce her.

“That’s our Butterfly…do your best work…don’t get tired easily, do ya…”

Fluttershy rolled onto her side and placed her hands on the second Applejack’s thighs. Overtaken by lust she pumped her head, devouring the erection once and again rapidly. At length it began to pulse in her mouth and expand as it churned up another gift, and she twirled her tongue about it, lavishing the engraved veins with appreciation.

“Oomh…mmh…”

Applejack gritted her teeth and put a hand firmly on Fluttershy’s forehead. With a command of ‘git’ as might have been levied upon livestock, Fluttershy begrudgingly halted and slipped entirely off of the twitching orange spire. She waited, the tip of her nose almost brushing the head of the penis, and went cross-eyed again watching Applejack pump at speed.

“Mmm…Miss Applejack…I’m so messy…I need a hot bath…”

With another firm grunt, Applejack arched her back in orgasm. She paused, her tip reaching out to boop Fluttershy’s snout, and then began to cover her anew in a fresh layer of seed. One firm blast obliged the student to shut her eyes as her lids were coated, but Applejack shifted quickly away from her face after that. Scooting on her knees, the second Applejack unloaded her next few powerful blasts all over Fluttershy’s chest. Sticky semen ran in rivulets down the valley of the student’s breasts, until the coathairs caught hold and stiffened with absorption.

Fluttershy knew exactly what her paramour(s) wanted to see. With no hesitation she mashed her hands against her breasts and rubbed the semen in, jumping slightly whenever she passed over her own taut nipples. When she could feel the spread layer of seed all over her palms she halted, choosing two dry fingers to reach up towards her eyes, pausing only when she felt a hand clamp around her wrist.

“Uh-uh,” one of the Applejacks ordered. “Rub, don’t wipe. Let it lock you up.”

Fluttershy whimpered. Her wrist was released, but instead of cleaning her closed eyelids she smeared the seed around over both. She then waited patiently for it to harden her lashes and take her sight away, as the organs that produced it took her words.

Applejack’s voice came again, but to Fluttershy it was all over the room:

“Dang that’s sexy.”

“You want her pussy first?”

“She ain’t done her bath yet.”

“Get her up, she’s still got work to do.”

Hands yanked her up onto her knees, and then to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She flexed her wings reflexively but a grip from behind bound them down again. From the body heat in front of her were produced two more hardened organs, placed into each of her hands. A third erection was stabbing her in the small of the back, and she could feel the pre-seed from it leaking onto her there.

She worked both organs with her hands, stroking them with the mental roadmap Applejack had taught to her. They were warm and curved in her hands, and when they each erupted she could feel the heated semen fall upon her hips and thighs. The moment her hands were free she rubbed this in too, grinding the gift about her pelvis.

From behind, Fluttershy felt hands grab her wrists and pull her arms down and back. More hands from in front grabbed her head and pulled her forward, obliging her to lean in that direction while the penis at her back doubled its humping speed. She could do nothing to pleasure it, so she offered the softness of her coat and the sensual swish of her silky tail upon the hard body of her lover.

Fluttershy’s machinations were enough, for she soon felt yet another coating of fresh seed as it seeped into her back. The Applejack behind her paused, and purposefully let out another blast to catch in Fluttershy’s tail.

They let her go. Spent, Fluttershy tumbled back onto the sheets with no care for the coatings of semen that were still drying all over her. With her legs still over the side she lay on her back, chest heaving. She breathed through her mouth, her expression languid and her arms spread out.

“Mmhhhhh…s-so much…Missus Applejacksss…”

“Didja take yer pill, Butterfly?” Applejack’s voice asked from somewhere.

“…yes…no…I…I d-dun remember…”

“Well,” Applejack went on, “you been takin’ ‘em so long that I forgot what we did with the condoms. That’s too bad.”

For a moment Fluttershy thought Applejack would to call an end to the rapture. She pushed up with dismay, but was hauled back to the mattress by a pair of hands that pressed her shoulders down from behind. More hands pressed into the softness of her inner thighs and pushed them apart, whilst a presence began to tease slowly along her slick, blooming flower. Fluttershy’s opening gaped and pulsed, trying in vain to welcome the invader in, but it stood stubbornly at the threshold.

“Mmmnn...please…” the student whined, struggling against the hands that held her.

“Heh heh, I remember when you were such a shy thing,” Applejack mused to the chagrin of her partner. “An’ you still are, but you’re also a stubborn one, just like me. You don’t let bein’ shy get in the way of what you really want.”

Fluttershy kicked weakly and writhed upon the bed. She wanted to stroke herself, to jam the spire into her by force, but more hands held her arms down by the wrists. Before her, standing up, was the proud and tall form of her lover. Fluttershy feasted her eyes on the athletic femininity, appreciating the freckles in places nobody else would ever see. The hands were a prison now, and she bit her lip with a hunger that put her out of sorts.

“A-applejack!” she cried. “P-please, you’re being mean! A-all of you, j-just do it now!”

“Do what?” Applejack grinned, her erection still teasing at Fluttershy’s slit.

“Y-you know!” Fluttershy rattled.

“Do I?”

“J-just…just f-f-fuck me! Right now! All of you!! Fill me up until I’m all sloshy and fat!”

Applejack put a finger to her lips. “Hmm…nah.”

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide, mortification over being made to speak in such a way for no return setting in. “N-nah!?”

“Yeah, nah.” Applejack confirmed. “Not like this, anyway. Yer my pegasus pony, so you gotta be bred the right way. You know, like the breeders do. To make sure it takes.”

“B-but--!”

“Go on, girls,” Applejack announced. “Git that mare up.”

Hands were everywhere, and Fluttershy’s addled mind couldn’t process them all. They got her up and flipped her over on the bed until she came up on all fours, her hands creating impressions in the mattress foam. One Applejack, who appeared to her more clearly than the others, came around with a contraption consisting of iron rings and leather straps.

At first Fluttershy didn’t recognize it. But with her affinity for animal care, it didn’t take her long. Her eyes widened.

“A…a…”

“Shh,” Applejack cooed. “You’re my sweet filly, arent’cha? We need to keep you in place for your breeding.”

Fluttershy hesitated but a moment, wondering where and when her lover had obtained such a device, and then realized Applejack of all people would have ready knowledge of where to obtain a bridle and how to employ it. She arched her neck, accepting as the leather was draped over her head and around her muzzle. She muttered something just to have it stolen from her as the bit was secured in her mouth, and when it was all done, Applejack looked her over appreciatively, tugging on the line attached to Fluttershy’s face.

“There. Good news is, we ain’t lookin’ for a specific breeding this time around,” Applejack explained. She placed a hand on her erection, still full and eager for more, and waved it about until Fluttershy’s eyes were following it. “See, we all got the same pedigree, so it don’t matter which one of us foals you. But you smell like mare in heat, and I reckon it’d be rude if they didn’t all get a turn.”

Fluttershy, of all things, whinnied. She swished her seed-matted tail and fanned her wings, while Applejack secured her to the bedpost by her strap. Fluttershy knew not how many Applejacks were there with her, but she felt many presences, and she dipped her front half down to angle up her rump. She wriggled her bottom like an animal, holding her tail up in the traditional mating manner of horses, and mimicked nickering sounds.

For her efforts, Fluttershy was rewarded. Hands from either side petted her shoulders and ruffled her mane, casually exploring her and playing with her dangling udders. A body draped itself over her back in a feral way, eclipsing her, and the spire she had so desired was shoved roughly into her with no consideration whatsoever. It plowed her, the veins teasing her walls as they stormed by until she could feel them go no further. There at the entrance to her womb, the head of Applejack’s penis roughly ground kisses into her. Fluttershy’s cervix kissed back.

Fluttershy tried to cry out, but the bit reduced her to the noises of the mating beast she had become. There was no longer teasing nor hesitation in her treatment. The hands of the mounting Applejack came down on her shoulders just for leverage, and Fluttershy was made to hold her backside up for her ravishing lover. Already well primed, it didn’t take long for Fluttershy’s inner walls to go into spasm, as her partner brought her to a speedy climax. She whimpered with it, but Applejack gave her no quarter.

“Nnh…B-Butterfly…you ain’t even started yet…”

Hammering away still to the sound of lewd wetness, Miss Applejack’s unprotected girth slammed home again and again. Fluttershy found her face mashed hard into the pillows and turned her head to breathe, until a hand grabbed her reins and yanked her chin up again. She whined and bit at the metal in her mouth, her mind whiting out with the second release at the behest of her lover. She peaked, rolling once more with feminine climax, but without any breaks she was helpless to control herself as the orgasm bridged straight into another and then a third. Withered by the spasmodic chain, Fluttershy’s body finally gave out, obliging the mounting Applejack to wrap her arms around her student’s midsection to hold her up. Fluttershy had no concept of her lover’s road to release, and could only hang listlessly when Applejack finally paused to release her seed deep within. Pulses were met with pulses, as Fluttershy automatically milked out every bit of the offering with no shortage of greed.

Applejack, who by her perception was alone, dropped her lover unceremoniously to the bed and stretched her arms over her head with a sigh. “Mmhmm,” she said aloud to herself as she reached down to pat Fluttershy’s rump. “Looks like this worked out after all. I can get every little drop out and you won’t even get tired, will you little filly?”

Fluttershy heard the words coming from many Applejacks. Her ears flicked and swiveled, but she could not bring them into focus. Exhausted though she was, she cooed and ground her rump into her paramour, caring nothing for her matted coat, panting lungs, or mounting soreness. Applejack ran her finger down Fluttershy’s spine.

“Ready for more, Butterfly?”

“…mmhmmmmnnnnhhh…”

Fluttershy felt the grasp of her partner loosen. For a moment she was bereft, until a fresh Applejack, erect and eager, took her with a measured pace. She inserted slowly, spreading Fluttershy’s lovely flower inch by inch, and where the previous incarnation had mashed cervical kisses, she offered them daintily. Fluttershy kissed back with her hips, a series of short and light pecks, and the new Applejack began to take her in earnest.

This time, the lovemaking was softer – hips rolling against hips, hands caressing the rump and sides of the pegasus, thrusts slower but with undeniable purpose. Fluttershy could still feel hands exploring in her mind, pinching her nipples and running over her from all sides. She looked up, her gaze weak, and found a different Applejack in front of her who slid the bit out of her mouth and took her in a gentle kiss.

“…mmmnnn…mmmm…”

From behind, the real Applejack enjoyed the sight of Fluttershy making out romantically with a pillow. “That’s right, love on her,” she encouraged. “Show us all how much you love what we do to you…”

Fluttershy felt slaps on her rump. The hand that struck her rubbed each one out, and she redoubled her makeout with the Applejack before her, offering her tongue to be taken and receiving the other to suckle upon. The new partner from behind quickened her pace only briefly, and then with a gentle pressure began to unload again, coating once more the student’s deepest recesses.

“Oh-h…ohh…M-miss…”

Applejack chuckled and groped the student’s backside. “Yer not done yet, even after all that. I gotta say, I ain’t what I expect. You’re usually tired out by now.”

Fluttershy wasn’t sure which of her lovers was speaking, so she addressed them all. “…I don’t c-care tonight…I w-want you all to fuck me, to bathe me and plant into m-me…I d-don’t care if I get tired or it hurts…”

“Butterfly—”

“P-please d-don’t stop,” Fluttershy insisted. “…a-all of you love me…u-until you’re really satisfied…I d-don’t care if I can’t even move anymore…”

Applejack finally understood. This was Fluttershy’s fantasy, but it was also about the true satisfaction of the woman with the penis, who could orgasm like her primary gender but release like the opposite. She had never spoken of it, but somehow, Fluttershy knew.

The Applejacks probed Fluttershy all over. One of them loosened the reins and held them, turned the daffodil pony around, kissed her head, and used the same reins to force her back down. Fluttershy lay on her back, spread eagle, and a new Applejack slid between her legs to take her yet again, as the blankets were slipped over them up to their waists. From this position they could kiss, and spoke only between the sensual smacking of their lips.

“…mmmh…a-all night…g-gonna take you all night to git…mmmh…through alla us…”

“Mmmhmmmm…t-take me all n-night long…e-every one…e-enjoy me…”

Applejack went back and forth between gentle waves and spiked roughness, but she kept it up for hours, until she could finally say – and for the first time in her adult life – that she was truly empty of seed and utterly satisfied. They made love between she sheets, against the wall, upon the dresser and in the shower. They rolled around Applejack’s spartan apartment, where she had for so many years lived a life of TV dinners and young faculty solitude.

Fluttershy was dimly aware that she had even been taken that night with her breasts and cheek pushed right up against a window that overlooked the parking lot, but she didn’t care. She was probing the true depths of her lover’s sexual satisfaction, her lover’s toned body and musky odor overwhelming her at every turn. She was awash in a great sea of pure, unbridled Applejack.

By the time the pair could make love no more, there could be heard outside the sound of car engines ferrying first-shifters to work. They each took the day off at leisure, for they were wrapped up in one another, buried under the covers, and determined that not a moment of their beating hearts in twain would be interrupted. They were two lovers in need, and who could find true release only in each other. In that way they slept, connected still by loving penetration, and became for a time as one.

Fluttershy, heard not one, but many beating hearts.