TimeBomb's "Sexty Minute Ponies" Collection

by TimeBomb0

Rating: mature
Tags: Zecora, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Sex, Braeburn
Length: 6731

Since everyone else is making one of these...

*Warning: Contains explicit material*

Not really much to describe here. This is a collection of short clopfics I have written for and submitted to the Sexty Minute Ponies tumblr. These stories were created entirely in the span of an hour, and have not been edited from their original posts. Each chapter will contain information regarding the prompt for the story, the characters, and any particular fetishes or content worth mentioning.

I won't be able to write on all the prompts, so updates will be sporadic. That said, I do like the idea of this blog so I will continue writing for it when I can.

Link to the blog can be found here. Sit back, put on some power ballads, and enjoy.

Published 2012-08-13 04:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-01 19:22:01 UTC

#4: "Morning Rituals" (Rarity x Braeburn in shower)

Prompt #4: ”The first morning of the honeymoon for Rarity and her special somepony.”

The sunlight coming in through the window fell upon Rarity’s eyes, stirring her awake. She yawned and opened her eyes, letting the most wonderful smile grace her face. The previous 24 hours had been some of the most stressful and happiest moments of her life. As she remember where she was, she knew that more of those moments were still to come, her reason lying mere inches from her right now.

She looked behind her and smiled at her husband. It was a rare moment where she could see him without his vest and stetson hat. Instead, Braeburn lied naked as she was and looked just as content. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to see a pony without clothes on, but it warmed Rarity’s heart to see him sleeping peacefully, no doubt sharing many of the same happy and intimate dreams she did.

It wasn’t until Rarity caught a sniff of some of the… evidence left behind of their activities last night that she broke away from her staring. As much as she loved her husband, Rarity also had a love for looking and smelling divine. Her unwashed, sweaty body - as appealing as it was to base desires - simply would not do. She needed a good shower before she could even think of doing anything else today.

As carefully as she could, Rarity crept out of the bed, leaving her spouse to doze quietly by himself. She walked into the suite’s luxurious bathroom and shut the door behind her. After dealing with another pressing need of hers (one she would never admit to having to do if she could avoid it), she opened the door to the shower and stepped inside.

Warm water soon fell onto Rarity’s face. Her mane fell in long strands on either side of her head. Taking a minute to let the warm water run through her body and soothe her muscles, Rarity went to work on getting herself presentable for the day. She levitated a bar of soap, made of only the finest and freshest ingredients, and began lathering up her body. White suds mixed in with white coat, doing its part to remove any undesirable odors.

Rarity hummed tunelessly while she cleansed her body. She always did enjoy a nice long bath back home, and while this stall was not built for such a thing, a good shower was the next best thing. Perhaps one day, she could even share it with-

“Mind if I hop in there with ya?”

“Wha-huh!?” Rarity snapped her head towards the shower door. She could make out the well-toned figure of her husband through the purposely-cloudy shower door. It had just occurred to her that though she shut the door, she had neglected to lock it.

“Sorry about that,” said Braeburn. “Didn’t mean t’ startle ya like that. Just thought we could both clean ourselves up at the same time and save some water.”

Rarity had an inkling there was another motive to Braeburn’s idea. A motive that she shared herself, but she wasn’t about to let him so easily.

“You do know there’s a thing called knocking, right?”

“I know,” said Braeburn with the same tone as a child being scolded by a parent. “I just heard the shower runnin’, and thought ya weren’t doin’ anything too embarrasin’.”

“That’s not always a guarantee,” replied Rarity.

“I know. I’ll just let ya be, then.”

Braeburn lowered his head, sighed, and turned towards the door. He took a single step before hearing the shower door slide open. He turned his head toward the shower and saw Rarity’s gentle face, her mane falling close to her hooves.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like your idea, honey.”

Braeburn felt his heart tingling and his blood rushing towards a certain place. “So does this mean…”

“Get in here, you silly stallion.”

Braeburn did not to be told twice. As soon as Rarity allowed him the room, he resisted the urge to yell out a “Yee-haw!” and stepped inside.

In addition to guaranteed warm water and high-quality soaps, the shower served another, less obvious purpose. It was built to allow more than enough room for two ponies to squeeze into and clean up. The walls and floors were also enchanted so that any liquid, whether it be water, soap, or anything of a bodily nature, would make its way to the drain without leaving anything behind. These pieces of information were not told to Rarity or Braeburn; the hotel staff didn’t encourage the kind of behavior that warranted these precautions, but they did not discourage it, either.

For now, however, the two were merely content in getting themselves lathered up, each using a different bar of soap out of convenience. Aside from a couple stolen glances at each other, they quietly tended to themselves.

“Braeburn, could you be a dear and scrub my back for me?”

At least, they did at first.

Braeburn’s ears perked right up at the suggestion. “Ya sure about that? I mean, my hoof ain’t as smooth as your magic.”

Rarity turned and winked. “True, but I find that that a different set of eyes can help make sure every spot is spick and span, don’t you think?”

Braeburn smiled. “Sure is some smart thinkin’, babe.”

Taking his bar into his hoof, Braeburn slowly reached out and touched the top of his wife’s withers. He started off as tender as he could be, working in small circles and making sure not to press down too hard.

His methods were soon rewarded by a small moan from Rarity. “That feels quite nice, Braeburn, but, ah, don’t be afraid to be a little rougher. I prefer not to have even a shred of unclean fur on me.”

“Sure thing, babe,” replied Braeburn as he did just that. He pressed down harder and started rubbing in a back-and-forth motion. As he went to work on cleaning his beauty, his hoof traveled away from her withers and more to the center of her back. With each new inch, he worried that he may be traveling too far, but Rarity sighed in pleasure time and time again.

“Hmm, you’re doing a wonderful job,” cooed Rarity as Braeburn neared her tail. “Would you mind getting my flanks, too?”

“Yer flanks?” Braeburn asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rarity turned and gave him an innocent stare. “Just in case I missed a spot or two.” She gave her backside a little shake to further convince him.

Braeburn felt his body growing tingly again. He knew that someone as dedicated to beauty as Rarity would never “miss a spot,” but if this truly was a lapse in her judgment, then he wasn’t complaining.

Going back to his more tender approach, Braeburn worked at Rarity’s flank with care. He returned to his simple circular motion as he scrubbed at her cutie mark, making sure that not even a speck of a speck of dirt remaining.

Even with his slower movements, Rarity still cooed and moaned with each rub, even more so than when he worked on her back. Around the tenth “Mmm!” or so, Braeburn began to formulate that this particular spot on Rarity’s body was a little more sensitive than others. If this theory was true, then it did raise the question of why she was allowing him to touch her there, even if under the pretense of getting her cleaned up. With more blood flowing steadily flowing to places other than brain, Braeburn could only come to one conclusion.

“Oh, I do think that’s enough,” said Rarity, causing her lover to withdraw his hoof at once. She turned around and met him face-to-face. “I’m quite clean there right now, but I would like to start cleaning you up if that’s all right.

Braeburn grinned. “Sure thing. My back, right?”

Rarity’s smile took on a different side as her eyelids lowered. “Actually,” she said as her horn started to glow, “I think I have another place in mind I’d like to scrub.”

“So where are ya think-yah!”

Braeburn yelped as he felt something wet and smooth come into contact with him in a very personal and very excited place. The soap moved up and down this portion in a motion not too different from one Rarity had performed just last night.

“You know, Braeburn,” said Rarity as she continued to go to work, “I hear the key to a healthy marriage is a good amount of variety. What do you say we take that advice to heart… right here?”

Through his gasps and unconscious thrusting, Braeburn forced a smile. “It… would be… my pleasure.”

END NOTE:

I may or may not have cheated on this story. During the writing, I had to leave my computer a couple times to take care of a few things. I kept a watch with a timer on me so I knew exactly how much time I had spent while working on the story. The total time runs about 60 minutes, with a minute or two of quick spellchecking and writing this note.

I’m quite happy with how this turned out, honestly. I didn’t make it to the actual sex part, but at least it’s now more of something you’d find on Ponychan’s Sensual Fiction General rather than a straight-up clopfic. Hey, it could’ve been worse. It could’ve involved somepony using the shower as a toilet. Now who would write something like that?

#6: "Fantasizin'" (Applejack solo masturbation)

Prompt #6: "Applejack only has time for a quickie."

The barn door creaked open ever-so-slightly as a lone figure made her way inside. Giving a quick glance to make sure that nopony was inside, she shut and locked the door behind her, ensuring her privacy.

Applejack quickly made her way into their normal barn. Unlike the one used to hold parties, shindigs, and other gatherings, this barn was used for more conventional farmwork. Hay bales, tools, watering troughs, and whatnot were scattered about. Applejack let out a sigh of relief; she was quite positive that, barring any surprises from a certain friend or two, she would be all alone for as long as she needed.

Ducking behind a pile of hay bales, Applejack turned her back to the door and plopped down on her haunches. She leaned back into the stack and let her hindlegs spread from each other. As she stared at the spot between her legs, she reminded herself that she was on the clock. No time for lollygagging, this had to be quick and dirty.

As big as she was on being a strong pillar and able to take care of herself, she was still not above certain things. Namely, her independent will wasn’t entirely without certain needs. Being stuck in a house with three relatives including a child and thin walls when she wasn’t working around the clock would normally prevent her from tending to such needs, forcing her to keep her chin up and her tail between her flanks.

It worked okay for most days, but today was not like most days. Applejack normally didn’t awaken after being in a rather steamy dream that left lasting effects on her body. These feelings in her persisted all throughout the early morning and her shift on the barn, no matter how many trees she bucked or animals she fed. It was all she could do to not plant her bottom on the ground and tend to herself right then and there, but fear of being caught along with her stubborn will kept her going. At least, it did until she realized it was time for her first break of the day, the one before lunch.

Wasting no time, Applejack quickly rubbed a hoof along her side to get any unwanted debris off, then gave a quick test stroke at herself. In an instant, her breath caught in her throat and her back arched just a little bit. “Oh my stars…” she muttered. She was ready, no doubt about it.

At once, Applejack began her session for real. She rubbed up and down the line of pink breaking through her orange coat at a moderate pace. Her breathing turned into gasps as she played with herself, and her brow, already damp from working all day in the sun, started to become saturated with her sweat. Increasing the pace, Applejack shut her eyes, drowning out the senses she didn’t need at the moment.

That’s when she came into her mind’s eye. A vivid image appeared before Applejack, one of a very particular pony staring right back at her. The pony’s one visible eye peeked at her while the other hid behind a long pink mane. A red blush highlighted her buttermilk-yellow face. She knew what Applejack was doing and wanted to do with her. Her response to this knowledge was nothing but a welcoming smile.

A groan came loose from Applejack’s throat as her hoof moved faster of its own accord. In addition to an up and down motion, it also started drawing small circles around a very specific and very sensitive nub between her flanks.

Applejack stared down at Fluttershy in her imagination. The pegasus’ face was now planted between her hooves as she laid in a bed of some nonspecific room. She smiled up at her friend, who was about to make them more than just friends.

“Um, Applejack?” she whispered.

“Y-yes…” replied Applejack in both fantasy and reality.

“Please… be gentle with me…”

“I… I will.”

Applejack’s hoof raced up and down her sweet spot as fast as it could. Her other hoof had joined in on the fun as well, rubbing circles around another pink nub, this one located above her marehood and beneath her belly. Moans from deep within her throat left at a regular pace, the pitch growing higher and higher.

Fluttershy leaned up towards Applejack. Applejack leaned down towards Fluttershy. Their heads both tilted to their right, and their eyelids slowly drew shut.

“Applejack…”

“Fluttershy…”

“I… I… love you.”

“YES!”

The image vanished in an instant. All thought necessary to continue the fantasy had been obliterated as Applejack reached her peak. Every muscle in her body cried out in approval of Applejack’s decision to finally give herself some proper “me time.” Her back arched high enough to give even the most flexible pegasus (or a certain pink earth pony) a run for their money, and her hoof and tail became drenched in a very personal liquid.

Applejack laid there for a few minutes, her body covered in sweat and her breathing labored. Time was a foreign concept to her in her endorphin-addled brain.

Once coherent thought became possible for her, her thoughts trailed back to one specific pony.

Just what was it that kept getting Applejack all worked up over her friend? Maybe it had something to do with both of their love for the outdoors, she thought. They did have different jobs, true, but they both required extensive working with, and an appreciation of, the very earth itself. Perhaps it also had something to do with Fluttershy being… girly. Not too much girly like the frilly Rarity, not too androgynous like the brainy Twilight, not too… Pinkie, and not too much like a boy in a girl’s body like Rainbow Dash. Maybe it was her yellow coat.

As far as Applejack was concerned, any of these could have been the reason why Fluttershy was always the one to appear in her head whenever she had one of these rare sessions. That said, she couldn’t deny that she was reflecting fondly upon the time she had spent in the pegasus’ company more and more in the past few weeks. Maybe if she tried arranging a get-together with her at one of those frou-frou spas that she goes to with Rarity all the time…

Applejack shook her head. Those thoughts would have to come at another time. For now, her break time was nearing its end, and she had more important issues to worry about.

“Now how in the hay am I gonna get myself cleaned up before I gotta get back t’ work?”

#12: "Lover's Touch" (Zecora solo)

Prompt #12: "Somepony's favorite toy."

Deep within the Everfree Forest lied the home of Zecora, Ponyville’s only resident zebra. Inside her hut, she could be found working on yet another in a long line of special remedies. She darted from one end of her home to the other, grabbing the necessary ingredients off the shelf and quickly placing them into a large cauldron that occupied the center of the room. She worked at the cauldron with the expertise that only someone of her upbringing could muster: A quick stir of the pot here, a pinch of Heart’s Desire there, and a diligent eye on the color and viscosity of the brew.

Thanks to her quick pace, the brew was nearly complete. Only one ingredient remained to be added. This ingredient, however, was one whose method of extracting always caused a moment of hesitation for Zecora. No matter how urgently she needed to finish preparing this concoction, she would always need to mentally push herself into procuring this ingredient. As she stared into the bubbling liquid, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to prepare herself for what was to come.

Slowly, Zecora sat herself down in front of the black pot. She leaned back and moved her rear limbs apart, blushing at the sight as always. With trepidation, she reached a hoof down to that special place between her haunches and rubbed a little. As she had expected, her body reacted to the sensation with pleasure. “Oh, heavens…” she moaned quietly in her native tongue.

This was the part of the brewing that truly required a disciplined mind to pull off. Where others would forget about the brew completely in their bliss and keep going until they were satisfied, Zecora knew that if she could show restraint, her reward would be far greater.

Thankfully for her, she needn’t have worked herself for very long. In just a few strokes, her hoof had already become damp with the necessary key ingredient. In one quick motion, Zecora snapped her limb away from the growing warm spot and closed up her legs. She took the telltale hoof and dipped it into the brew, swirling it around a little to make sure every last drop mixed in with the other ingredients.

Standing back up, Zecora stared into the potion and began to smile. The brew swirled and bubbled before settling back down, it’s color changed into a vivid pink. An aroma of flowers, not unlike the ones found in scented candle, permeated the air, putting her mind at ease, if only for a moment.

The brew, whose name translated roughly into “Lover’s Touch”, was now complete.

It was a recipe that Zecora had become all too familiar with since she began her stay at Ponyville. Her curious demeanor coupled with her strange choice of location for a home had made her into a social pariah when she first moved in. It wasn’t until the efforts of a few nosy mares and one precocious filly that this had turned around. Despite this, much of her time was still spent in only the company of herself. Though she enjoyed the company of other ponies while at town, Zecora was only truly comfortable when she only had herself and her potions to keep her company.

That is, until a certain inevitable came around every year. When she had awoken feeling more…bothered than before, Zecora knew it was time for that special brew to be made once more. The one that would help remedy her problem without requiring a partner.

Zecora slowly licked her lips while she leaned over the cauldron’s edge. She was successful in procuring the key ingredient without going too far, but it wasn’t without side effects. The bothersome itchiness that bugged her throughout the day had erupted into a longing burn. She could almost hear the brew calling to her, beckoning her like a nice, warm bath. If it really was callling to her, it was a call she couldn’t refuse.

Climbing onto a step ladder, Zecora stuck her forehoof out once more and dangled it just above the liquid. She took one last breath to steel herself, and then dipped it into the brew.

Warmth. Warm, loving care caressed her limb. Though it was liquid merely heated through the result of a chemical reaction, the sensation was something Zecora could only describe as a pair of hooves rubbing against her hoof. It massaged away all the aches she never realized she had. A bubble rose up and pressed onto the base of the limb, giving the feeling of a tender kiss against her flesh.

Zecora cooed and sighed as the brew worked its magic. She had prepared this potion with extra care and could feel the fruits of her labor working on her now. She wanted, nay, needed to feel more, to have the brew do as it was intended upon every last inch of her, to have this burning desire of hers satisfied.

Zecora did just that, and climbed all the way into the brew. The liquid encased her legs, stopping just short of her barrel and the source of her ailment. The sensations quickly multiplied; where there was just one set of liquid hooves and lips upon her, there were now several giving her legs their complete and undivided attention. The bottom half of her tail also submerged into the potion, and a set of rough bubbles stroked it not unlike a playful partner tickling her with his tongue. It was enough to make her moan again, but as always, she craved more.

Teasing herself, Zecora dunked her head under the water. Deep within the pink liquid, more bubbles swirled around her, mimicking the feel of kisses and licks. A group of small bubbles tugged at her ears and mane, like a lover gently nibbling her more sensitive places. Zecora moaned once more and added more bubbles to the mix.

She kept underwater as much as she could, but all foreplay had to come to an end at some point. Resurfacing for air, Zecora shook the excess drops free from her head. Her mane now fell at the sides and freely flung about. She could only smile as the magic continued to massage the parts of her still held under the surface.

There was only one remaining portion of her that she had wanted to get in the brew, and it was the most important part of her. Teasing herself once again, Zecora bent her hind legs until the very edge of her labia touched the surface.

She gasped at what she believed to have been a quick poke at a very special nub. What hesitation she had felt before she had climbed into the cauldron was driven out of her in that very instant.

“What would I do without you, my very special lover’s brew?” She spoke in the common tongue before she finally took the plunge.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Ran out of time before I could get to the good stuff, sadly. This might not be a “toy”, per se, but I do like where I was going with this. At the very least, I can probably say that I’m the first author to write about an FiM character using a magical bath as a masturbatory aid.

#16: "Finding Her Voice" (Twilight x Fluttershy foreplay)

Prompt #16: "Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle are only quiet during the day."

“Are you ready now, Fluttershy?”

Twilight looked over from the bed to the other side of the room. The yellow pegasus looked around in every direction except toward the bed, shuffling her hooves in uncertainty.

“Fluttershy, you can’t just stand there all night,” said Twilight. “We have to know if the spell worked as it was supposed to.”

Fluttershy gave a quick sigh. She knew Twilight was right, but it didn’t stop her from feeling embarrased about the whole thing. Collecting herself, Fluttershy breathed in, let her muscles relax, and finally spoke.

“Okay.”

This one word alone was enough to make Fluttershy blush and Twilight shiver. The word itself was rather routine to both ponies, but it was the voice that caused their reactions. Fluttershy’s normally timid, whispery voice was gone, instead replaced with a voice very deep and powerful, one normally associated with that of a stereotypical stallion.

“Wow,” Twilight said almost breathlessly. “I guess the spell was a success.”

“I’m… glad for you, Twilight?” spoke Fluttershy in her deep voice. “Can we try the reverse spell now, please?”

With each word uttered, Twilight could feel a small shiver go down her spine. Were she not lying down in a bed, she had a feeling her tail would be lifting straight up of its own accord.

“Um, actually,” said Twilight, “I, uh, haven’t been entirely honest with you, Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy gasped. “Y-you mean there’s no reverse spell?”

“Oh no, there’s definitely a reverse spell. It’s really easy to cast, too,” Twilight quickly said. “It’s just that… I kinda wanted to try something with this new spell.”

“What do you mean?” asked Fluttershy.

At this, Twilight blushed. “Um, you know that, uh, thing we usually do on the weekends?”

It was Fluttershy’s turn to turn red. “Uh, yeah, I know.” At this point, Fluttershy’s mind made the connections, making her eyes open wide. “You mean… you want us to… while I’m…”

“Y-yeah,” said Twilight. “Ever since that whole thing with the poison joke… I don’t know, it’s just this thought that keeps coming up in my imagination whenever I’m… tending to myself.”

Fluttershy took a moment to work up the courage to ask her next question. “So what do you want me to do?”

“Uh, I’d like it if you tried…” now Twilight needed a pause to steel herself. “Uh, ordering me?”

“So you want me to… oh my.” The deep-voiced Fluttershy blushed once more.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want,” Twilight was quick to say. “I can just cast the spell to make you talk normal again real quick and we can do our normal routine. That’s fine with me, too.”

Fluttershy shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I, uh, I’m okay with this.”

“You are?” Twilight’s voice contained a hint of excitement. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know.”

Fluttershy gave a little smile. “I know. I’ve been… a little curious, too. About what it’d be like to be… the assertive one.”

“Really?” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Wow, I guess we’re gonna kill two bird with one stone tonight.”

“We’re gonna what!?” Fluttershy exclaimed, her eyes wide in horror. “Oh no, the poor birds!”

Twilight waved her hooves wildly. “That’s not what I meant! Figure of speech, honest!”

Fluttershy’s look of panic mellowed out. “Oh… silly me.”

Twilight rubbed the back of her head and gave a sheepish grin. “That was my bad, heh-heh. Now then…”

Setting her hoof back down, Twilight lowered her eyes into a stare she knew Fluttershy couldn’t resist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked in a seductive voice.

Fluttershy shifted on her hooves again. She had no idea what she wanted Twilight to do. Her lover’s proposition had caught her completely off-guard. She never thought this day would ever come, let alone so soon, but here she was with Twilight at her mercy and willing to do whatever she wanted. It was just the way she wanted it, too: No chains, no whips, no pain, just a simple “do this, do that” between an assertive pony and one who only wants to please her.

Granted, her voice was a few octaves lower than it was supposed to be, but it wasn’t so bad. In fact, she was to starting to feel a little more… confident than usual, or even… assertive.

Fluttershy lifted up her head. She knew what she wanted to do.

“Come over here.”

The air carried Fluttershy’s voice straight from her mouth to Twilight’s ears, travelling all the way down her spine and ending at the spot between her legs.

“Yes, sir,” cooed Twilight. Swinging her legs over, she got up off her bed and walked over to Fluttershy, wiggling her flanks as she walked.

Twilight and Fluttershy stood eye-to-eye, their faces separated by mere inches.

“Now what?” Twilight asked with nothing more than her breath.

Fluttershy’s gaze was focused and clear. “Kiss me,” she ordered.

Twilight was all too happy to oblige. She leaned in and pursed her lips, eager to obey her master’s wishes. To her surprise, however, her lips only met air as Fluttershy took a step back.

“I didn’t mean my mouth,” said Fluttershy. Twilight gave her a confused look, but Fluttershy soon answered her by lifting one of her yellow legs off the ground.

“Just the tip or the whole base?” asked Twilight with a grin.

“If it’s not too much b…” Fluttershy caught herself. “I mean, kiss it like you mean it.”

Twilight nodded, then got down on her hocks and went to work. She began with a light peck on the tip of Fluttershy’s hoof. She looked up to her lover to see if she was pleased, and was met with a contented smile. Fluttershy said enough, but Twilight knew she meant for her to go on.

And go on, she did. Twilight soon lifted up the hoof and began a series of passionate kisses. The hard, earthy taste of Fluttershy’s hoof filled Twilight’s mouth as she licked away, but it only stirred her on further.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy had shut her eyes, letting out an occasional coo while Twilight did as she was told. The little aches and pains from walking all day melted away under Twilight’s sensual ministrations. She never told anyone, but her hooves also contained a few… sensitive places for her. A small part of her regretted never telling Twilight about this before, but now that they were finally getting attention, she was going to milk this for all it was worth.

Prying her hoof away from Twilight, Fluttershy set her leg down and offered the other one to her. Twilight grinned once more at her master.

“As you wish, master,” spoke Twilight. “Any idea of what you want to do after this?”

“Yes. You serve me well, and I promise we will go…” Fluttershy leaned in so her muzzle was right next to Twilight’s ear. She whispered the next part so as to make Twilight shudder in delight.

“All. Night. Long.”

Author’s Notes

Ran out of time before I could reach the juicy parts again. Should probably work on getting to the point quicker for future submissions, I suppose.

This fic began as sort of a joke thought when I first read the new prompt, but the more I thought of it, the more I had to write it. I must have a really strange imagination.

#41: "Marking His Territory" (Fluttershy x Braeburn watersports)

Prompt #41: "Getting wet."

WARNING: This fic focuses on watersports/pee erotica. Reader discretion is advised.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Fluttershy thought about this question as she lay on the ground, her forelimbs keeping her propped up. Braeburn had been asking this question ever since she finally gained the courage to suggest this idea, and every time she had to will herself to answer with her true feelings.

“Of course I am,” she answered after a moment of silence. “I’m just… a little nervous. I’ve never done, um, this before.”

“Can’t say I have, either,” Braeburn responded with a smile. “But, uh, can we start this soon? I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

Fluttershy couldn’t help but blush as she looked not at Braeburn’s face, but his legs. He was fidgeting to the point of bouncing on all four hooves, and he made an occasional whimper. Fluttershy could almost believe him when he said he would drink a river dry just to be able to do this for her. The fact that the river’s waterfall was clearly audible from where they were sitting likely only made it that much more difficult for him to remain in control.

“Oh, I’m sorry, of course we can. You can..” she couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of her mouth. “Um… p-pee on me now.”

The muscles in Braeburn’s face relaxed as much as he would dare allow. “Oh, thank you, honeybun. Gimme just a sec to get situated.”

Wasting no time, Braeburn reared up on his hindlegs and stood much like a dragon or minotaur would. Fluttershy’s blush only grew deeper as she stared at his fully visible endowment. His stomach poked out a little more than usual, revealing that he wasn’t exaggerating his urge to relieve himself.

Braeburn grabbed his shaft with his forelimbs and pointed it at his marefriend. For just a moment, it seemed as if time stood still. He looked right into her eyes, and she looked right back.

“Ohhhh, Fluttershy…”

A small stream of mostly-clear liquid trickled out of Braeburn’s privates. It glistened in the air as it fell onto Fluttershy’s stomach.

Fluttershy couldn’t stop herself from gasping. It felt warm. There was no other way to describe it. His… pee… warmed her belly as it slowly formed a trail down her yellow coat.

For some reason she couldn’t explain, Fluttershy had always fantasized about what it would feel like for a stallion to mark his territory upon her. When she felt like enjoying herself in the dead of night, many of her fantasies would drift towards the subject. There was just something about the idea that seemed so dirty, yet it drove her wild to think about it.

But even though she had begun dating Braeburn so long ago, she was far too embarrassed to bring up the subject. In fact, he eventually figured it out on his own. Fluttershy briefly wondered if she would still be keeping it in the dark from him if she didn’t happen upon him relieving himself on a tree while they were both on a picnic, or failing that, if she didn’t stand there with a big blush and a full wingspan.

“You okay, honey?” He asked her.

Fluttershy looked up and smiled at him with red cheeks. “Oh yes, it feels… really nice. You can, um, go a little harder if you want to.”

“Will do.” Braeburn smiled.

Braeburn’s stream picked up right away, arcing higher and landing at the bridge between Fluttershy’s shoulders.

“Oh, my,” Fluttershy moaned. She could feel her wings extending of their own accord underneath her as more and more of her body was covered in the acrid liquid. The urine trailed all over her as it was pulled down by gravity towards a very exposed and very wet spot between her hindlegs. There, the pleasurable feelings increased tenfold as his pee ran down and around it, forming a puddle around her tail.

Meanwhile, Braeburn could feel his member growing more rigid between his hooves as he kept peeing. Though he wasn’t quite sure of the appeal of being used as an outhouse himself, he couldn’t deny his own feelings on the subject.

Growing up in a farm and spending much of his time outside, Braeburn was more than used to the idea of answering nature’s call where it lived. There was just something about letting himself go somewhere other than a toilet that made him feel like a mischievous young colt again.

“Oh, Braeburn!”

Realizing he had been lost in thought, Braeburn glanced down and gasped. His stream, altered by his growing shaft, was now aimed directly on Fluttershy’s face.

“Oh, sorry, honeybun!” Braeburn immediately turned his body to the left, angling his pee off her face and onto her wing. This only made Fluttershy moan in pleasure once more as his piddle hit a more sensitive part of her body. “Sorry, again!” he said as he directed his aim at the air between her wing and head.

“It’s… okay…” Fluttershy said between breaths. “You can go anywhere on me if you like.”

“You sure, honey?” asked Braeburn.

“You’re peeing on me, Braeburn. That means I’m yours, and you can do whatever you wish.”

Braeburn could only smile. Instead of speaking, he adjusted his trajectory once more. He crossed over Fluttershy’s face once more, letting a few droplets hit her snout, and settled on Fluttershy’s wing. If she wanted him to go on her anywhere, then he might as well go on her everywhere.

Fluttershy let out another moan as both of her fully-extended wings were being marked. She knew that was one of the most sensitive parts of her body, and she knew that Braeburn knew this as well.

Unknownst to her, Braeburn also knew that as sensitive as she was in her wings, there was one spot that he always needed to stimulate in order to make sure she climaxed. Knowing that his bladder was only getting emptier, he decided it was now or never to hit that spot, and with a rigid stallionhood, there was only one way to accomplish this.

Turning his stream back between her wing and body, Braeburn smiled again. “Hey, Flutters?” he asked.

“Y-yes?” said Fluttershy.

“Do I have permission to mark you in your favorite spot?”

Knowing he would have to be empty soon, Fluttershy wasted no time with her answer. “Yes.”

Braeburn also wasted no time in enacting his plan. Letting go of his shaft, he fell down onto all four hooves. His pee stream bounced erratically before coming to a rest on Fluttershy’s stomach once more. Braeburn moved back and lowerd his barrel to the ground. He looked between his legs to guide his stream as it moved from her saturated belly to between her modest teats to the pink bullseye he was aiming for.

Fluttershy’s moaning was at its loudest now. Pleasure spread through her entire body like a raging river. That timid, modest little voice that kept her fantasy a secret from Braeburn for so long was completely gone, washed away by her lover’s special liquid.

In no time, Fluttershy’s pleasure hit its apex. Her back arched and her wings stetched to their very limits as she let out one last loud moan.

Some time passed before Fluttershy became aware of her surroundings again. Nearly all of her body was wet, and she reeked of urine. Braeburn stood beside her, the pressure in him finally relieved.

“Are ya okay, Flutters?” he asked her with both concern and a little pride in his voice.

“That was… amazing,” was all she could say at first.

“Glad you liked it,” said Braeburn

She took the opportunity to look down at her coltfriend’s personal hose. “Oh, dear,” she said with concern.

“What’s the matter?” Braeburn asked, looking worried.

“You’re, uh, still… ready.”

Braeburn raised an eyebrow in confusion, then looked between his legs. “Oh that,” he said with relief. “You don’t have to worry about that. It’ll go away soon enough.”

“Oh, but that won’t do.” Fluttershy sat right up. She felt some urine drip off her snout. “You did something really special for me. It’s only fair I reward you.”

“Aw, you don’t have to-” Braeburn started, but stopped when he felt a damp hoof placed on his lips.

“Of course I do.” Fluttershy looked him in the eyes. “It’s only being kind, after all, and I think I know just how to help you.”

Braeburn said nothing at first when Fluttershy removed her hoof, only choosing to smile. “Okay, honeybun. What do you have in mind?”

At this, Fluttershy’s cheeks turned red once more.

“I, um… have to pee.”

Author's Notes

Yep, totally not into pee play. Also, I ended up going over the time limit by about 10 minutes. Apologies, but I didn’t want the story to end so abruptly. Then again, this is a fic about two cartoon ponies engaging in some off-kilter foreplay, so maybe going a little over the time limit is the least of my problems. :P