The Shy One

by Dandereshy

Rating: mature
Tags: Self Insert, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Romance, Fluttershy
Length: 6732

You finally gather the strength to inform a certain yellow pegasus that you possess feelings for her.

Fluttershy has always struck you as the most down-to-earth, beautiful, and angelic of ponies. No other has captured your heart like she has. But of course, she doesn't know that. In this particular encounter with the dainty, timid mare, you finally confess feelings, and things go a place you never could've dreamed.

Coverart by Pridark

Published 2020-06-29 01:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-29 01:30:00 UTC

Speak Your Heart

Author's Note

Unedited and written on a whim. Hope you enjoy!

Speak Your Heart

One sunny, bright summer's afternoon, when the sun was at its zenith, big, puffy white clouds hanging low against the azure sky, and the birds and bugs zooming about in search of food and mates, you find yourself trotting merrily through downtown Ponyville, your destination being the residence of a certain yellow and pink mare pegasus whose name was Fluttershy.

As you pass by the bustling ponies of town while they venture about, fulfilling errands and attending business as usual, you think deeply about your friendship with Fluttershy.

You had met her about a year ago to this day, when she hired you out for some lawn and garden maintenance in lieu of her usual caretaker, who was on a well-earned vacation for the next two weeks. It was during that time that you came to know the mare very well, even spending time after work hanging out with her, as she frequently invited you in for a nice hot cup of tea and a pleasant conversation.

You circumvent a group of ponies moving along in a row and chatting idly through the main path and continue in your reverie.

Over the last few months, however, you became aware of a new feeling blooming deep within your heart and soul - an secretive and insatiable crush for this kind, attractive mare.

Would you ever tell her? Perhaps not. With time, you've mulled over all the potential outcomes of admitting physical and emotional attraction to her, and you already concluded that most of them would be less-than ideal, given her very timid and somewhat fragile personality. Not to mention you feared making the things awkward if she friendzoned you, which could put a strain on your relationship, and you didn't want that.

But for some reason, a very small part of you tried to convince you that she wouldn't turn you down. There was evidence, you suppose, to support this notion. First and foremost being that she loved your company and had already verbally stated that. She thought you were funny, sweet, and chivalrous. She also admitted to not being friends with very many stallions, and informed you that you were one of her favorites to invite over for tea, that you company was, in verbatim, "Delightful and fulfilling, always putting a smile on her face."

As you squeeze between two loaded carts in an alley, you spot somepony selling flower bouquets. Fluttershy loved flowers, and you always brought her some when you visited her, to which she smiled endearingly and always immediately placed them in her favorite vase on the stand by her reading chair. You always did this to be nice, but today, maybe you would do it for a different reason...

Approaching the salespony behind the counter of the small tent-stand, you wait patiently for her to turn from watering her plants and smile invitingly at you. "Hello, sir! How can I help you this fine summer's day?"

You take a deep breath, wondering silently what it was you thought you were doing before smiling back at the mare earth pony and asking, "Um, what do you have for, like... asking a mare out?"

The smile flees from the mare's face, replaced by a thoughtful squint as she rubs her chin. She perks up suddenly. "Ah, I have just the thing!"

As she digs around, you begin to dwell on the ramifications of what you were now planning to do. Nervously, you glance around, checking to be sure that nopony you knew was around to witness your plans before they came to fruition. The coast was clear, and you give an exasperated sigh of relief. As long as Fluttershy herself or any of her friends never caught you in the act of buying a large bouquet of flowers, you figure you would still have time to chicken out last minute if you felt the need to.

The shopkeeper turns and presents to you a gorgeous mix of hydrangeas, daisies, red roses, and tulips -- way more than you normally buy when picking up your crush some flowers.

"Uhhh… That's beautiful but... is it necessary?" you ask, slightly confused.

The mare smiles and nods energetically, her curly mane bouncing up and down. "Of course! These are flowers that signal attraction. Great for sending as a secret admirer or straight up! She'll love them, whoever she is."

You glance side to side, checking the perimeters once more before leaning towards the mare, her leaning forward as well to nearly join her right ear with your muzzle as you whisper almost inaudibly, "It's Fluttershy."

She draws back, looking surprised at first, but then quickly grew a smug grin. "Oh, yeah. She'll love these."

"Oh, thank Celestia. I only get the best for her, when I can."

The mare nods with understanding, handing the humongous bouquet over the counter to you as you fumble around in your saddlebags for bits.

"Don't worry about it," she says, catching you off-guard. "These are on the house if she says yes." She winks teasingly.

"That's so very kind of you. Thanks! I'll see you tomorrow, as she'll surely say no."

"Don't be so sure. I know her a little and, I have to say -- she has been heard talking about looking for a partner before. Just a little piece of intel for ya," the mare says with a knowing nod.

You consider this for a moment before thanking her a second time, rushing off with a pounding heart to the cottage by the forest where Fluttershy lived.

As you come up to the little bridge that leads to her front door, the reality of what you were about to do -- or at least planned on doing -- really set in. You heart pounds like a jackhammer in your chest, and your mouth goes dry, as though somepony had just swabbed it out with a wad of cotton balls. Why did this mare make you feel this way?

What she did to you every time you met up with her was indescribable. A whole slew of emotions, physical afflictions, and sometimes silly, nonsensical words that spewed from your mouth from time to time were amongst the predominant things that resulted from a picnic or tea time alone with Fluttershy.

Though she never really gave any indication, you had a feeling these things didn't go unnoticed. Perhaps she said nothing out of respect, or maybe she really didn't notice. In any case, after today, it wouldn't really matter. You prepared to put your big-stallion pants on and speak your heart.

The cottage was quiet, sitting amongst a enormous garden of many plants of many varieties, some of which you had planted with Fluttershy during those couple weeks you worked for her so many months ago. They flourished now, flowering brilliantly, surrounded by billowing waves of leaves that swayed in the gentle breeze and threatened to pour out over the edges of the planter boxes they grew in, only held back by occasional pruning done by the traditional caretaker and Fluttershy herself sometimes.

Your favorites were the nasturtiums you and her had planted on the last day you worked for her. They had deep velvet-red flowers amongst vibrant green lily pad-shaped leaves, and grew in waves like those of the ocean, only these were much more attractive and far less dangerous. Even better, they were edible, as you and Fluttershy had come to enjoy using them in various tea recipes over the course of spring and summer this year.

You swallow the gigantic rock in your throat and gait over the bridge, making your way to her front door. You stand there, sweating and nervous as any pony could ever be, contemplating leaving without saying a word when much to your chagrin, the front door suddenly swings open, causing you to jerk back into a defensive position.

Fluttershy, looking very surprised, pops her head out and peers curiously at you. "Oh, it's you. What brings you here? Our tea party isn't until tomorrow, silly."

You find yourself frozen, jaw agape and eyes blinking as you stare back at her and try to figure out the best words to start with. She looks beyond your face with an appreciative smile. "Are those for me?" she asks knowingly.

You shake your head rapidly and snap out of the trance, turning to your left saddlebag where the flowers drooped out halfway to the ground. "Oh, yeah..." You gently slide them from your bags with your mouth, careful to only bite them at the stems and turn back to Fluttershy, presenting them. "Deesh arr fer you!"

Fluttershy chuckles with a hoof over her mouth, then takes the flowers from you. "Thanks! You're always being so sweet to me. And oh, how lovely... you got me hydrangeas! How did you know those are my favorites?"

You feel your face grow hot as you smile nervously, rubbing the back of your head with a hoof and averting your eyes from the attractive mare standing before you. "I uh... pay attention I guess..." If that was the best answer you could muster up, this whole idea of asking her out was bound to be an absolute disaster.

Fluttershy steps back, admiring the flowers and burying her face in them to take a deep sniff as she opens the door wider for you. "Won't you come in? I just started some tea and dinner, if you'd like any."

You swallow hard and nod vigorously, stepping in behind her as she moves to the vase she always places flowers you bring her. You close the door and watch as she carefully drops the stems of the flowers down into the cyan, white-rimmed vase and lugs it to the kitchen for water. "You can have a seat if you'd like," she calls out to you from the kitchen.

You walk over and plop your rump down on the couch, sniffing the air to get a whiff of the amazing food she was preparing. Whatever it was, you would be happy to accept a plate full. A quick glance around the living room shows it to be as immaculately clean as ever, as Fluttershy was always busy keeping it fresh. Handling as many animals as she did on a daily basis, doing so was invaluable. Plus, who didn't like a clean home?

A few moments later, the mare prances in with boundless alacrity, holding two cups of tea, one in each hoof. In awe, you find yourself absent-mindedly admiring her statuesque, lissome body with which you equate to divine femininity. How could any mare possess a body so... perfect? What was her secret to keeping it so flawless?

After snapping out of it a second later, you graciously accept one of the cups as she sits down with the other on the couch beside you, giving you one of her precious, heart-stealing smiles and showing no indication of having noticed you blatantly checking her out. "So, what brings you by? Just dropping me off another bouquet like a sweetie? What's on your mind?"

This was your time to shine -- a good a time as ever to tell her what was on your mind and in your heart. You feel beads of perspiration forming on your brow as you open your mouth to speak, but only a squeak comes out. Fluttershy cocks her head to one side, her smile beginning to fade.

"Um, I couldn't understand that..."

Your window of opportunity was closing, and fast. Once the awkwardness set in, you'd never be able to recover things enough to tell her what caused you heart to ache and those sleepless nights. The time to act was now. You take a deep, drawn out breath, letting it out exactly the same. You feel a burst of speed in your heart rate, and your body begins to tremble. For some reason, this mare had the ability to bring a stallion to his knees with nothing more than her presence. Then again, this was Fluttershy, the epitome of angelic beauty, selflessness, and grace, which is why it came as no surprise when you learned soon after meeting her that she had done modelling in the past.

With Fluttershy watching your face with curiosity, you open your mouth to speak, but this time, words actually come out, albeit shaky and in such low volume, you worry you'll have to try a third time.

"I uh... I came to talk to you about something that's been weighing down on me for weeks down. I have to get it off my chest before I explode."

"Oh?" she responds, sipping her tea and smiling once again. It was definitely intended to break the ice, but, with how nervous you were, it didn't help. "I'd be glad to hear it. Maybe I could help you, too, if you need any."

You look away, down at the floor, rubbing your forehooves together before you. "Well... kinda. You see..."

With precision timing, the bell in the kitchen goes off, signaling that whatever Fluttershy had cooking was ready for consumption. She sets her tea down on the table beside the vase, careful not to spill any of the hot liquid, excuses herself with an apology, and hurries off to the kitchen, leaving you a sweaty, shaking mess.

Bringing yourself to share your feelings was harder than you ever imagined. How is it she could be so blissfully unaware of your attraction to her? If she was aware, she sure was a pro at hiding it. Perhaps it was because she didn't reciprocate the feelings...

You shake your head and tell yourself it isn't true. She had to feel the same, right? Why would she have you over so often, spending so much time alone with you? Perhaps it was just what the Element of Kindness did -- share kindness. Perhaps it had nothing to do with love at all, but was just part of her personality. There was only one way to find out.

Surely you were overthinking the process. There was no way asking a mare out involved this much palaver. Could it be just as simple as an "I like you"?

You tidy yourself up the best you can before Fluttershy returns and wait there, looking around the room at all her decorations and such. A few mice scurry by the couch, finding one of many holes in the baseboards and hiding away. You wish you were that mouse right about now.

Not a moment too soon, your friend appears in the doorway to the living room, struggling to deliver two steaming, heaping bowls of heavenly soup. Your chivalry kicks in and you jump up to help her, taking both bowls so she can go sit down.

"Thank you. You're too sweet," she thanks you with a big, toothy grin as she takes her bowl from you.

You take your place beside her once again and hold the bowl in your lap, waiting for it to cool down. Eating any now would just cause pain, and you needed your mouth unwounded for what you were about to say.

Getting your mind back to the plan, you make eye contact with her as she too waits on her food to cool.

"So, what's on your mind?" she asks, tilting her head to the left and smiling pleasantly, her brilliant and seemingly iridescent turquoise eyes twinkling with earnest.

You gulp. "Oh, yeah. I was saying something. Right..." You feel your heart speed up once again, and at this rate you fear a heart attack. "Well, something I just need to tell you, to get it off my chest. I really think it might not end well, but I guess at this point, my desires are battling my fears. Desires are winning."

She raises an eyebrow, looking mildly confused. "I'm... not sure where you're going with this."

Keep it together, you tell yourself. Just get it out and over with. "I... well, lately it's occurred to me... that um... there's this thing..."

Fluttershy sips her tea gingerly, her eyes staying focused on you as she nods slowly, but you can tell she has no idea what you're going on about.

With a heavy sign, you resign yourself to just being blatant and forthright. "Fluttershy, I... I have a crush on you. And I have for awhile now..."

To your amazement, she looks not upset, not surprised, but relieved.

"Oh, thank heavens you finally said something. I was beginning to fear you didn't like me."

"W-what?" you ask in astonishment, your mouth wide open. Did you hear that correctly? This didn't seem to be going like any of the scenarios you imagined at this point.

Fluttershy turns her torso to place her bowl of soup beside her tea on the stand, then spins back to you. She gives you an embarrassed smile and shrugs, not making eye contact, but looking in your general direction. "I, um, I figured this day would come, but the longer you took, the more I feared I was just imagining the subtle hints that you liked me. Silly me..."

You were still in shock. She was sitting there implying that she likes you. Were you really hearing this? "I'm confused... Are you trying to say you like m- you have a crush on me, too?"

She nods slightly. "Well, yes, but... obviously I could never bring myself to say anything, so I kept it to myself and hoped you would be the one to say something." She turns away, taking the length of her pretty, flowing pink mane into her forehooves and playing with it as she smirks sheepishly, looking at you from the corner of her eyes. "I'm so glad you feel the same way about me, honestly..."

With the cat out of the bag, you realize this was going far better than you ever imagined. How could it be that the most beautiful mare in Equestria finds you attractive? What did you have to offer than some other hunky, wealthy, exec stallion couldn't give her? But something told you that's not the kind of guy she'd want to be with. Far-be-it from her to engage herself with some snotty, uptight stallion. Though you didn't think too highly of yourself, it occurred to you that your redeeming qualities were quite attractive. Beauty isn't just about the outside...

With a hard swallow and a pause to recuperate, you decide to scoot a little closer on the couch to her after setting your own bowl of soup aside, longing to know more about her feelings about you. She seems a tad bit apprehensive at your sudden closeness, but that quickly gets replaced by her typical, upbeat attitude and a glowing, friendly smile both calms you and incites anxiety simultaneously, though you weren't sure how this was possible.

Here you were, sitting inches from the mare of your dreams, while she peers back at you through the tousled strands of her silky-soft bubblegum-colored mane. Or at least, you could only imagine how soft it was...

"Did I say something wrong...?" she says, interrupting your thoughts. She looks a bit concerned.

You shake your head. "Not at all," you say flatly. "I was just... admiring you. As I have found myself doing in the past." And after a second thought, you add, "I hope that doesn't sound creepy..."

This incites from her a mellifluous giggle that sparks joy deep in your soul and brings a huge, toothy grin to your own face. Her happiness was infectious, and you had no problem with catching it.

"No, silly. Stalking and admiration are very different. One of those mares are okay with," she assures you, placing a hoof on the back of yours, which was resting on your own thigh. This move causes you to stiffen, and she detects this immediately, jerking her hoof away as though she had just touched a scalding stove top. "Did I go too far...? I-I'm no good at this romance thing, sorry..."

"Oh, no no no… it's fine. I just... wasn't expecting that. Especially from you."

She nods. "I suppose I understand that. I know I'm shy, but once I get to know you well, I grow far more comfortable around you and you get to see sides of me most ponies don't..." You see the corner of her mouth turn up as she gives you a half-lidded sideways glance, the golden bands of evening sunlight streaming through the window and casting the perfect glow on her face. She literally looked like a goddess.

As the trembling begins again, you find it in you to reply. "Well this has been a... very interesting time so far. I have to say, I didn't think you felt the same way about me," you admit with resignation. You feel yourself slumping a bit as you mentally put yourself down for the umpteenth time that day.

Again, you feel the tender touch of her hoof on the back of yours. You glance up to that same look on her face, one that said so many things without ever muttering a sound. With your heart soaring through the roof, you begin to wonder what would happen if you stole a kiss. Would that be too far? Would she reject it? Then again, Fluttershy, the shyest pony you've ever known, had her hoof on the back of yours, and was sitting in very close proximity with you on her couch. In her home. Alone with you.

The sun had gone down quite a bit since you'd arrived, telling you that time flew when you were preoccupied with falling hard for somepony. The shadows crept along the floors and the sun began its descent towards the horizon, signaling that you may have to go home soon.

Fluttershy notices your eyes keep checking out the windows. "I know it's getting late, but I feel like we have a lot to talk about. Won't you stay...?"

With those pleading eyes, pools of black and aqua-blue searching yours, looking into your very soul, it was too hard to say no. "I suppose I could stay... but for how long?"

"You can stay the night if you'd like..." she says almost immediately, looking away, and you glimpse a split second of rosiness on her cheek facing you.

This catches you off-guard. Why would she want you to stay the night? Unless...

No. There was no way that's what she wanted. Not a chance...

...Right...?

"If you insist..." is all you could muster up in response. You were still reeling from the turn of events since you'd arrived here. Never in your wildest dreams could you have foreseen this. This was a dream come true, a wild fantasy brought to life. And now you had every reason to fight for it to continue, as your heart longed for more.

She sits there beside you, watching and waiting, her hoof still on the back of yours, her warmth so comforting that you desire more. If she touched you, would she let you touch her back...? There was only one way to know...

You decide to turn your hoof over, so the bottoms of your and hers -- which was surprisingly delicate and soft -- were flush, effectively "holding hooves" with her. In return, she simply beams at you. But in those eyes, you sensed something hiding behind them. Unspoken thoughts, wants, desires. Needs.

"You know," you begin, shifting in your seat, "I have to wonder... what does this all mean? We like each other, so... what of it? What does this mean for us...?"

This time, the blush is quite obvious as she turns away from you, hiding her face in vain behind her cascading pink mane. "Whatever you want it to mean..."

You feel your own face grow hot as you blurt, "Will you be my marefriend?"

She hesitates, still turned away from you. "I'd like that very much."

Silence. It goes on for almost a minute but feels like an eternity. Finally, you decide to break the silence with a bit of humor. "Well the soup was pretty hot earlier, but I'm pretty sure it's ice cold by now," you joke, and she turns back to you finally, chuckling with her other hoof over her mouth to muffle it.

"That's okay, I don't have much of an appetite anymore." Under her breath, though she tries hard to make it quiet enough that you won't understand it, you hear her mutter, "Not for that, anyways..."

No, your ears didn't deceive you -- Fluttershy just made a comment about sex. Under her breath, but about sex, no less.

It was your turn to turn red, and you were sure that your face was comparable to the vivid red of a ripened tomato. "I uh... I heard that..."

Her face now matches yours in redness. "I kinda wanted you to."

More silence as the both of you blush profusely at each other, still holding hooves. You wonder what would happen if you kiss her now...

Without a second thought, you take a chance go for it. Leaning forward, slowly and hesitantly, you notice her leaningin too. Her eyes dart back and forth between the floor and your eyes, the rosy color of her cheeks highlighting her features. You've never been this close to her face, and seeing it up close just made you realize why you had fallen so hard for this mare even more.

As the distance between your muzzles halved with every second, she squeezes her eyes shut, comically tight, as though she was expecting something to jump out at her. You can't help but keep you eyes open. You wanted to witness every moment of your first kiss with the Element of Kindness.

Her hot, steady breaths blast your nose and muzzle and your lips finally meet with hers. At first, there was uncertainty from the both of you. But then, your lips moved, her back, and you felt the tingle of a shiver running up your spine as you tasted her. Her soft, thin lips work against yours, and you finally decide to let your eyes wander shut as you pull her close. She doesn't resist, and the two of you now hold each other in a loving embrace, making out with greater and greater intensity. Your tongues wrestle in each other's mouths as you both hum and groan happily.

She wraps her forelegs around your midsection, and you experiment with how far she'll let you go by running the tips of your hooves against the surface of her wings. You feel her body give a little jerk at your touch, but she slowly unfurls them, letting you stroke and caress them as things heat up.

The setting sun beats down on you both, and she suddenly pulls away, looking sheepish. "Um... should we... go upstairs...? It's getting a bit warm here..."

You feel it has les to do with the sun and more to do with the sexual tension, but squint at the sun through the window, then turn back to her. "If we're uh... doing what I really hope and think we're doing, then I suppose, yeah..." you answer with a stammer. This all seems to good to be true, but the sensations you're experiencing are all too real to be a dream or hallucination.

Fluttershy gives a bashful little smile from behind several strands of her now-messy mane. "I'd like to go upstairs..."

You don't need to be told twice. Your eyes never leave hers as you take her by the hooves, guiding her from the couch, up the stairs and into her room, where you close the door and draw the curtains shut. Your heart pounds as you think about what's happening, what was about to happen. This was the highlight of your life. You were about to make love with an angel.

The room was darkened, but not too dark to see the mare lying sprawled out on in a sensual position the bed as though she were on display, her tail tucked between her legs, concealing herself from you. The pose definitely screamed "I'm in the mood", but this was still Fluttershy. It wasn't going to be that easy to bed her, even if she was the one encouraging you.

Immediately you have to fight back against the strong, feral urge to pounce on her. Instead, you grin at her in the darkness. She was flushing still, hiding all but a small space of her eyes from you so she could peek out into the darkness at you.

"I'm just going to say now that I never expected any of this when I bought flowers for you today."

Fluttershy giggles, which sends your heart soaring. "I think you might want to come here before I change my mind about this..."

This shuts you up, and you take a deep breath, coming over to the bed and crawling up onto her. You stand on all fours over her, staring down at the face of divine beauty. Her tousled, tangled mane frames her gorgeous face, and her vibrant, intense eyes which twinkle with hidden desires watch yours. You feel her hooves on your sides as she smiles up at you. You lean down, lowering your body as you feel her gently tugging you, until your body is flush with hers.

You relish at her warmth, her utter softness. Her chest rises and falls against yours with each of her breaths, and you suddenly find yourself lost in her eyes, wondering just what was running through her pretty little head. She seems to detect this, and begins showing you just what she was thinking.

Her dainty hooves connect with the small of your back as you bury your face into her mane, sighing, and can instantly smell the lovely, flowery perfume she wore. She runs them up and down delicately, just barely making contact, but yet the feelings are electric. Such a gentle touch shouldn't be able to steal your strength, but they did. Over time, she increases the pressure, providing a sensual massage that drives you to a state of bliss. You move your muzzle to the crook of her neck, letting out another long, hot breath. You feel her shudder, continuing her work on the sore spots of your back. It occurs to you, however, that Fluttershy is doing most of the work, and this makes you feel a bit embarrassed, so you decide to assume some control, hoping she would be into it.

As you hoped, her reception of your sudden control was good. You roll over, hoisting her on top of you, so that she straddles you at the waist. She plants her forehooves on either side of your chest as she steadies herself, looking down with delight, her half-lidden gaze meeting yours. Her tail swishes excitedly between your hind legs as you reach up and gently pull her down to you by the shoulders, and you press your lips against hers for the second time that evening.

It was no less as exciting. The static between you two was undeniable. Her lips works lustily against yours, and yours in return. You feel her tongue flicker at your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth, to which you happily oblige. The curves of her body pressed against you drives you wild, and you can't help but let your hooves do a little more exploration. Her wings unfurl, and you run the tips of your hooves along their edges, causing the mare to gasp, and you begin working them as she'd just worked out the kinks in your back like a naughty masseuse.

Unable to fight the effects of your massage, she pulls her lips from yours and buries her face snugly into the side your neck, trying desperately to muffle the soft moans and gasps she was emitting. Her hot, shaky breaths send shivers up you spine, and you begin really working her wings, doing everything imaginable to please her. She was really enjoying things, but this was only the beginning.

Your hooves eventually wander down the base of her wings, to her back, and down to her shapely rump, where you begin kneading and massaging as you feel her gasp into your neck. Her lithe body trembles at your touch, your hooves working so diligently to drive her mad.

Suddenly, she rolls over, dragging you back on top. A sparkle of mischief in her eyes tells you she's likely up to no good, and the tiny smirk at the corners of her mouth help to confirm this. She pulls you down gently, so her muzzle is merely an inch from your left ear, her forelegs gripping you underneath yours, tugging you as close to her as possible, and whispers in a husky voice, her hot breath blasting your ear, "Take me..."

With that, a shiver runs down the length of your spine as you give a little nod. This depraved mare wanted you. She wanted to be pleased, to be satisfied, and you were the stallion she wanted to do it. You feel her hoof slide down the coat of your belly, over your navel, and to just above your sheath. She was trying to get you going.

Realizing you were taking too long, you press your lips to the soft, fleecy coat of her chest, kissing and licking as you move downwards, her belly heaving with each of her breaths. You feel her hooves on your head, pushing you down further, guiding you to the place of her neediness. You know exactly what she wants, and you plan to deliver.

Your lips gently caress her belly, over her navel, and finally, you bring your lips down upon her center, as she whimpers loudly, her body jerking so hard the bed creaks and groans in protest.

Her taste was indescribable -- the only way you could ever use words for the way she tastes was with a dictionary, and even then you would struggle to locate a sufficient vocabulary. You let your tongue and lips works all around, inside and out, as her hips squirms to the left and right, her hooves firmly grasping you head, as though she was holding you hostage in that position.

You take ahold of her hind legs as she starts to involuntarily buck them, preventing an untimely accident, as you continue to orally torment her below the waist. You member extends from your sheath with a spring, and you fight the overbearing urge to jump up and slam your hips into hers.

After a few minutes of this, when you figure she's had enough, you wander back up to hold her close, letting your stiffness graze her nether region. as you kiss and lick at the exposed flesh of her throat. She sighs and moans with satisfaction, and her hoof makes contact with your member. She guides you, and you feel yourself pressing against her entrance, until it gives way, and with a pop, you glide effortlessly inside her.

Her eyes glaze over as her lips part, and her breath hitches moments before she utters out a long, drawn-out gasp of content.

You relish at the hot, tight confines of her marehood around your stiff length, and for a moment, your mind is clouded by pure bliss as you clench your teeth so hard they should crack and close your eyes. She feels so good, your mind loses focus on reality and you lay there on top of and inside her, huffing into the side of her neck as she wraps her legs around your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You snap out of the trance and sit up at bit to see her face. She is smiling up at you with her bedroom eyes, and she nibbles her bottom lip in anticipation. You decide to deprive her no longer, and begin working your hips to and fro as you fill her void in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Her eyes flutter shut, and her mouth hangs open as a series of cute little noises escape from her throat. She melts into you, her body going limp as she surrenders herself to you. You take care to be as gentle and loving as possible, only taking her slow and steady. You can already feel the burning in your loins as the pressure builds, signaling the impending orgasm.

You brush your lips against hers and keep going, watching all the adorable little faces she makes, listening to the words she whispers and the sounds she makes with every breath. You feel her getting wetter, and this reassures you that you're doing a fine job at giving her a good time.

You lie down fully and bury your face in her mane, letting your body conform to the shape of hers as you pick up the pace just a hair. The heat from your lovemaking causes you to both begin sweating, the slick surfaces of your bodies rubbing and sliding against each other.

The inside of her area of desire felt otherworldly to you; another thing you never even dreamed of experiencing. her soft, silky insides caress every inch your shaft from top to bottom as you move about in her, and you can tell by the tightness welling up in that area of your body that you weren't going to last long.

The bed begins to squeak and crack as it rocks back and form with your rhythm, and for a moment you wonder if this bothers her, but what happens next tells you otherwise.

Suddenly, her body goes rigid and she thrashes about, hollering at the top of her lungs as her wings flap wildly, thudding against the bed and your sides. Her hooves search your back for a place to grab as she reaches a climax. You feel her insides pulsate and squeeze your stallionhood, and this drives you over the edge with her as you continue grinding your hips against hers.

The both of you lie there, holding each other close as you shake and groan and gasp while your sexual frustrations melt and fizzle away with each pulse of ecstasy. Stars explode before your eyes as you clench them shut and call her name over and over, and she does the same, until finally, you both lie there panting.

You feel a dampness on the sheets, realizing it to be a mixture of both sweat and the fluids of her fulfillment, as well as your own.

With every ounce of strength drained from your body, you lie there on top of her, the only movement being the rise and fall of yours and her chests. You hear her wheezing slightly, so you slide off of her to spoon her from behind, wrapping your forelegs around her to pull her close. She gives a hum and snuggles up against you, still trying to catch her breath.

The room is darker now than before, signaling the fall of night. You can barely see anything, even Fluttershy right in front of you, but you don't need to see anything to feel what you were experiencing. What you and her just did wasn't sex -- you had made love.

Romance with Fluttershy was far from the top of your list of things likely to happen when you made the choice to trot over to her cottage today, but as you lie there in the blackness, feeling her breathing slowing as she dozes off peacefully, you get a sense of warmth deep and unbelievable happiness, like you had just won the lottery, in your heart. Is this what love was?

You lay your head down just behind hers, cuddling up to her sleeping, curvaceous form, the messy tendrils of her mane in your face and close your eyes. You can feel her heartbeat on your hooves, and yours falls in sync, as you too begin to fall asleep.

The last thing on your mind was the memory of the day you had met this mare one sunny afternoon, so long ago, the happiest one you have. You drift off to dreamland as this scene plays over and over in your head and a smile on your face.