Quarantine Measures

by Naughty_Ranko

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Porn, Second Person, Fluttershy, Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 2889

How does a mare with hidden exhibitionist tendencies cope with quarantine measures? By turning to you, her understanding boyfriend, of course.

Fear of Hoofid-19 has gripped the Principality of Equestria, and Ponyville has started putting safety measures in place to slow down the spread of the virus.

It’s been a trial, with many places closed and being stuck at home. Since you’ve moved in with your girlfriend Fluttershy before the outbreak, at least you’re not totally alone in this trying time. You’ve known about her hidden tendencies for a while now, and you’ve even come to enjoy them. Though current circumstances will certainly mean new challenges for your relationship.

Additional Tags: exhibitionism, sex in public, deepthroat, dirty talk, cumshots

Cover Art by freedomthai (1306894 on derpibooru)

Published 2020-04-01 16:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-01 16:10:01 UTC

Quarantine Measures

You’re walking along one of Ponyville’s smaller streets, drawing up your shoulders into your jacket a little to ward off the unusual chill for the season. There’s even some snow left on the streets. You’d wondered about that at first, but it seemed obvious upon reflection.

Winter Wrap-Up was one of town’s prime social traditions. So it had fallen victim to the new social distancing policy as well, keeping participation to the bare minimum necessary.

But there’s at least some warmth in your right hand, delicate fingers interleaved with your own as you walk through the cold morning air with your special somepony. “Have I told you how pretty you look today?”

“Oh, you,” Fluttershy replies with a blush, shyly looking away, but soon meeting your eyes with a twinkle in them as she glances back at you through her bangs.

“Hey, you two!” The shout suddenly makes you stop, and you spot the source on the opposite side of the road, a stallion in police uniform. “Two hoof lengths distance!”

You follow his line of sight to where you hold Fluttershy’s hand. “We live together, officer,” you say and Fluttershy backs you up with a nod. “I believe that rule doesn’t apply to people living in the same homestead?”

The police stallion nods, but continues to look at you suspiciously, though he makes no attempt to come any closer. “Where are you headed?”

“Grocery shopping,” Fluttershy explains, holding up her wicker basket as proof. “I’d like to try and not go so often, but the animals…”

The stallion looks at you for a moment longer, and finally bows his head while taking off his hat. “I see,” he says with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a little tightly wound lately.”

“How come, officer?” Fluttershy asks innocently.

He grunts in response. “It’s those damn kids and their Hoofid-19 Parties. At first, there weren’t a lot of problems. People generally adhered to the new guidelines. But as these measures have dragged on, we’ve had to track down more and more rule breakers.”

“That’s awful. It’s one thing to gamble on your own health, but to put others in danger.”

“Yeah,” he says and puts his hat back on. “Still, no excuse for me to let it out on you. Apologies. You two stay safe, try to avoid crowds.”

“We will, officer,” you promise and add: “Thank you for your service.”

An actual smile can be briefly glanced on his muzzle. “You take good care of her, human. Only thing worse than a pandemic in Ponyville I can think of, is if something were to happen to Miss Fluttershy.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, making your girlfriend blush once more, “on that I’m in complete agreement with you.”

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, he salutes and resumes his patrol.

As you reach the marketplace, you can tell that things are different. Carts are set up further apart than usual, and the few people and ponies about form their queues with more distance between them as well. A billboard with a picture of a doctor and nurse pony has been placed on the side of the square with a caption reading: We stay at work for you. You stay at home for us.

“Fluttershy!” You suddenly hear a scream, followed by a high-pitched siren noise, causing you and your girlfriend to cover your ears.

As you look towards the source of the disturbance, you see Pinkie Pie sheepishly backing off, and the noise stops.

“Pinkie, what was that awful noise?” you ask.

The pink mare smiles ruefully and holds up a high-tech looking bracelet on her left wrist. “Proximity alert. I had Twilight build it for me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from hugging my friends without thinking if I came across them otherwise.”

“That’s … very thoughtful of you, Pinkie,” Fluttershy says with a smile. “It must be hard on you.”

Pinkie forces a laugh, and you can clearly see that her poofy mane doesn’t have its usual bounce to it as she does so. “Yeah, I’m starting to go cray-cray without basic interactions.” She holds up her own shopping basket. “That’s why I’m volunteering to do grocery shopping for the Home for the Elderly.”

“That’s nice of you.”

Pinkie nods, making a step forward but catching herself before the alarm goes off again. With a forlorn look on her face, she simply raises her hand to wave at the two of you and proceeds on her way.

“Hiya, y’all,” Applejack’s muffled voice greets cheerfully through the surgical mask and plexiglass at the front of her cart. “If it ain’t mah second favorite couple. What’ll it be?”

“Two dozen apples, please,” you reply and take the basket from Fluttershy, indicating that you’ll fetch them from the barrel next to the cart so she can have a moment to chat with her friend.

“Any news from Big Mac and Sugar Belle?” she asks after giving you a grateful nod.

“Still under quarantine in Starlight’s village,” the farmer replies. “But it looks like they’re both finally recovering.”

“Hey,” you join in on the conversation while putting apples in the basket, careful to only touch the ones you actually take, “look on the bright side. Locked in that little bakery with nothing else to do, you might get a niece or nephew out of it. Ouch!” You rub your side after getting elbowed in the ribs by your girlfriend.

Applejack simply laughs. “He’s not wrong. Granny has been going stir-crazy, seeing as she’s in the high-risk group. Looking forward to a great grandchild might just be what she needs to lift her spirits.”

Fluttershy smiles and grabs the bits for the apples from her purse, plus a couple extra, to deposit them in the cash box.

“Thank ya kindly,” Applejack says.

“No, Applejack,” your girlfriend replies earnestly, “thank you. For keeping your cart open and all of Ponyville supplied.”

There’s a crease in Applejack’s mask as she smiles.

Your shopping tour continues in much the same way, and you notice Fluttershy getting quieter and quieter in the subdued atmosphere. Knowing how sensitive she can be to the feelings of those around her, you try to keep the mood chipper with small talk.

Feeling the need to man up for her, you take over the shopping and carrying the basket as she increasingly lags a step behind you.

“Okay, this should be everything,” you say, folding up the shopping list. “Should we go home?”

You can hear Fluttershy breathing heavily behind you as you find yourself in a quiet corner of the market. Right, you remind yourself that your girlfriend isn’t exactly the most athletic of ponies, and sitting at home all day has done little to improve her constitution.

“Or we could take a break if you’re tired,” you suggest.

You hear a rustle behind you as Fluttershy says something barely audible in a breathy whisper: “Hey, I need to show you something.”

“What is it, Flut… Ngh?!”

You can feel your eyes bug out as you look at your girlfriend who has pulled up her sweater and is exposing her naked breasts to you while blushing and giving you bedroom eyes.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a panicky voice while stepping towards her, hoping to shield her from prying eyes while nobody has noticed yet.

“I need you,” she simply says, breathing heavily, “right now. You promised that police officer that you’d take care of me.”

“Don’t think that’s what he had in mind,” you whisper with clenched teeth, looking left and right. “Let’s talk over here,” you say, pulling her into a deserted side alley.

Pressing Fluttershy against the wall, you put your arms up on either side should somebody happen to come by. You check both sides, although your eyes are quickly drawn to her heaving chest, which she has made no attempt at covering up, and then up to her pleading eyes as she simply says: “Please.”

“Can’t this wait until we’re home?” you ask desperately.

She grabs your collar and looks you in the eye with a crazy look. “No! I can’t take this anymore! If I have sex while staring at the bedroom ceiling one more time, I’m gonna go mad!”

Fighting your own desires, and your emerging boner, you bring yourself to suggest: “Alright, I get it. We’ll find a nice spot in the woods on our way home, just please cover yourself up … okay, you’re going for it.”

You’re powerless as she slides down the wall and onto her knees in front of you, nuzzling and rubbing your now fully erect pride through your pants. Many around town suspected the shy mare to have these inclinations, given her love for nature and shy demeanor which spoke of hidden depths. Some even fantasized about it. You are the only one to know for sure, at least you hope you are. And normally, you were quite happy to accommodate her. “Really? Right here? Right now?”

“If there ever was a time, why not now?” Her reasoning makes perfect sense, at least to the mind of a mare with exhibitionist tendencies. “There’s hardly anyone around. We always wanted to do it in the middle of town.”

You can only watch as she pulls down your zipper and digs out her prize. “As a fantasy. And hardly anyone around is not the same as no one around. Especially with people stuck at home and nothing better to do than peoplewatching through the windows all day.”

“Then they’ll have something nice to watch,” she simply states, sticking out her tongue and licking the tip of your dick.

You can feel your resistance crumbling as you watch her brush some of her mane behind her ear and looking up at you with that twinkle in her eyes you’ve come to know so well. You close your eyes. “Please, don’t,” you plead as the last, rational bit of your brain fights its way to the forefront of your mind in an attempt to keep its head above the waterline of desire.

*slurp*

And then the voice telling you that this is a bad idea drowns in endorphins as you feel Fluttershy’s soft, velvety lips envelop your cock, and a moan escapes your mouth. “Well, we’re committed now,” you mutter in defeat.

You feel her tongue run along the base of your cock and her lips form a tight seal as she begins to bob her head back and forth, taking you deeper with each subsequent movement. Opening your eyes, you see innocent, cock-loving Fluttershy look up at you with a twinkle in her eye as she sucks your dick, and you enjoy the view of her head bobbing along your shaft while her breasts swing freely.

Reaching down, you grab the back of her head with one hand and then thrust your hips forward without warning. Her eyes go wide as she’s forced to take your entire length at once, coughing and spluttering as she gags on the giant meat pole.

You grin wickedly as you watch her squirm for a moment, saliva overflowing her lips and dripping down on her bare breasts, before pulling back.

After she stops coughing, Fluttershy looks up at you with a grin. “Thanks for finally showing up,” she says, not put off in the slightest by the sudden move. Just like she has her secrets and a part of her that rarely comes out in public, so do you. “Took you long enough.”

“You begged for it. Now you’re gonna get it,” you say with feral intensity. “Now open wide, slut.”

Repositioning herself, Fluttershy puts her hands on your thighs, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. Not wasting any time, you grab a fistful of her mane with each hand and plug that gaping hole.

“Nghh,” you grunt as you keep pushing past those soft lips, fucking her mouth like a pussy and delighting in how she digs her nails into your legs every time you hit the back of her throat.

She takes one hand down and puts it between her legs. “Stop that,” you order her. “I’ll smash that pussy soon enough. For now, your dirty mouth needs to be plugged.”

Fluttershy whimpers, but does as she is told.

“That’s a good slut,” you say, running a finger along her ear, to which she squeals happily around your cock.

The two of you are definitely a match made in heaven. She gets her thrill out of doing it in public places where you might be caught, and you get yours out of being the only one who gets to talk dirty to this sweet and slutty mare.

You pull out, swatting your hard cock against her breasts, nicely making them shine with precum and saliva. “Get up and spread ‘em. Let me see how wet those panties are.”

Rising to her feet, Fluttershy turns around and braces against the wall of the alley while pulling up her skirt. “Sorry,” she says playfully, lifting her tail and showing off that already well-lubricated womanhood. “No panties here.”

“Dirty slut,” you say, coming closer and rubbing your cock against the moist entrance, “you’ve been planning this since we left home, haven’t you?”

“I may have,” she admits readily. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Only one thing to do,” you reply, grabbing her hips and lining her up, “naughty girls get punished.” With little resistance, you push right in.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Fluttershy screams in delight as you plunge in deeply, and you almost cum on the spot, feeling the soft, hot flesh envelop you eagerly, pulling you deeper and squeezing in from all sides.

In order to not blow your load already, you keep it there for a moment. But Fluttershy isn’t making that easy on you, wiggling her hips, eager for you to go on, and so you oblige her before too long.

“Hahhh! Ahnn!!”

As she begins screaming and getting into it more and more vocally, the awareness of your surroundings catches back up to you, and you quickly reach around, pushing two fingers into her mouth which she begins to suck on eagerly, giving you flashbacks to just moments ago.

“Mmmph!”

Satisfied that nobody has come to investigate the strange noises in the alley, you begin fucking her from behind again, placing your other hand on one of her breasts, grabbing it as you thrust in and out. After a while, you begin pinching her nipple every time you go deep, enjoying the squeeze she gives you in response each time.

This has been fun, you think to yourself, but we’re really starting to push our luck here. Better do this fast. Removing your hand from Fluttershy’s tit, you lift up her leg to give yourself a better angle and really go for it this time.

You can feel her tremble now with every thrust, and then she clenches down hard on you, screaming her head off around the fingers in her mouth as her love juices coat your balls.

“Nnnngggghhhh!!!!!”

You catch her trembling body as she threatens to lose grip on the wall during her climax and guide her down to the floor safely, pulling out in the process. You give her a moment to catch her breath.

When Fluttershy notices you rubbing your still hard cock above her, she repositions herself on her knees, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, pushing them up in the process, giving you a clear sign and go-ahead of where she wants it.

Smiling, you aim at her ample bosom and it only takes you a few strokes to release what you’ve been holding back for a while now. “Mhm,” you groan and Fluttershy giggles as spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cum splatters against her chest, the last few droplets hitting the alley floor between you.

Looking down, she rubs the seed into her skin lovingly, her nipples standing straight out in the cold air until warmed by the cum. Then she leans forward to lick your shaft clean.

You can’t help but keep glancing at people who keep passing you in the required two hoof distance as you walk home, arm in arm, with your girlfriend after your little sexcapade in the alley.

“Relax,” she tells you in a cheerful tone and a noticeable spring in her step that she hasn’t had in days. “Nobody saw us.”

“She says, secretly wishing that somebody did,” you mutter into your scarf.

“And so what if someone did?”

You look at her, a big question mark floating over your head.

“Everyone can know,” she says, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “there’s nobody I’d rather be stuck with than you.” :heart:

Author's Note

Just a little something to keep all of you sitting at home warm during these times of enforced solitude.

Remember to be responsible, be aware of the people you love. Try to be helpful to others, and remember to throw a smile and a thank you at those people who keep our lives running right now while bearing most of the risk: Cashiers, truckers, public servants, health workers. You’d be surprised how easy it is.

And if you are one of those people: Thank you!