Personal Training

by Buster Knutt Reborn

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Porn, Fetish, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Profanity, Fluttershy, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro
Length: 10179

Fluttershy's always been a pent-up and frustrated creature underneath that soft demeanour of hers. Perhaps a few sessions with her good friend Dusk can help her not just release that desire, but control it, too.

Fluttershy on the outside is the perfect picture of a reserved, matronly, and kind being.

Fluttershy on the inside is a swirling volcano of lust, desire, and frustration that threatens to explode to the surface every few weeks.

After indulging herself in a risky spot, Fluttershy is caught red-handed by a set of familiar faces; the former Cutie Mark Crusaders. Rather than oust her to the public for her depraved desires, the oh-so-friendly college girls send Fluttershy on her way to a trusted friend known for handling and controlling such whorish natures: Dusk Shine.

After nervously broaching the subject, Dusk and Fluttershy reach an agreement, and the stallion agrees to help bring Flutter's slutty side to the surface all while making sure it doesn't run amok.

Kinks: R63, slut-training, exhibitionism, group sex, anal, dirty talk, hand-holding, cuddling, and a whole heaping helping of humping.

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Cover art by the exceptionally-talented ScorpDK.

Published 2020-09-28 21:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-02-08 19:29:27 UTC

Chapter 1: The Deal is Struck

"Agh... fucking... ah!" Scootaloo cursed, swaying unsteadily on the stool she has using to reach the higher shelves in the library.

Sweetie Bell, sensing danger immediately, waltzed over to her friend and used a brief splash of magic to steady the wobbling worrier. The ginger-hued mare noticed the magic touch immediately, shivering in response at it wrapped around her hips and giggling at the sensation.

"I'd appreciate it if you managed to get our research materials without snapping your neck, Scoots," Sweetie sighed, scrolling through her feed on her phone without casting an eye up to her friend.

"Ya'll say that," Apple Bloom chimed in, hands resting behind her head as she waltzed over to the two of them. "But don't ya know that if someone dies during a project, we all get a free passin' grade?"

"That's if someone dies during an exam, B," Sweetie sighed, casting a sideways glance at the red-maned beauty. "And I'm pretty sure that only counts for finals."

"Wanna try it anyway though?" Apple Bloom beamed.

"Do I get a say in whether or not I'm sacrificed to the exam gods for the sake of the greater good?" Scootaloo squeaked out as she continued to pull books from the shelf.

"No," came the in-unison response from her lifelong friends.

"You guys are assholes," Scootaloo sighed, overextending her grip to a book a tad too high for her and having its weight pull it from her weakened grip as she slid it out.

The book dropped like a rock, slamming into Scootaloo's muzzle. It gained a yelp in response as she attempted to leap backwards, only to end up dropping all of the other books, kicking the stool she was standing on over, yet still being held in place by the ring around her waist.

The solid paper rain of textbooks slammed down into the other two girls, knocking Sweetie's phone from her grip, whacking her on the tip of her horn, and almost taking an eye of Apple Bloom's out on the way down. The shock to her horn caused Sweetie's spell to die off, which then had Scootaloo go toppling down onto the other two, causing all three to collapse into a pile on the floor. A mix of groans, pain, and expensive textbooks fluttered up from the three of them as they slowly and painfully tried to clamber apart from one another.

"Why can't you do anything right?" Sweetie asked Scootaloo, swatting her across the ass as they moved.

"Yah!" she cried out, the sting biting into her legs. "It's not my fault. I didn't realise the book was that heavy!"

"So it's one-hundred percent your fault then, ain't it?" Apple Bloom snapped from the bottom of the pile.

"Hey, if Sweetie had just used her magic to grab the books, this wouldn't have happened!" Scootaloo moped.

"Me?!" Sweetie snapped angrily, head lashing around to glare daggers at Scootaloo. "How about you ask me next time, you dopey bimbo!"

"I'm not a bimbo," Scoots whinged.

"Course you ain't," Apple Bloom glowered, still trying to dig herself out of the pile she was under. "Tits ain't nearly big enough for that achievement."

"S-Shut up about my tits," came the stung response as the purple-maned mare crossed her arms over her non-existent bust. "I just haven't developed enough yet."

"Scoots, you're nineteen. You're out of the race for that one," Sweetie Bell cackled arrogantly, squeezing her own impressive pair of jugs to further embarrass her friend. "And you're looking at the first-prize winner right here."

"You guys are jerks," Scootaloo pouted, crossing her arms and legs and refusing to move.

"Get offa me!" Bloom and Sweetie Bell yelled in unison, lurching and throwing themselves in all different directions to try and escape the snake wrap-esque bind they were all in. Sweetie Bell used her magic to throw Scootaloo off of her, which caused her to be able to dart free, which then allowed Apple Bloom to go rolling head over heels and crashing into one of the lower sections of the bookshelf behind her.

The three of them lay on the floor, panting and sore, for several moments before a specific sound caught Apple Bloom's ears. The fur-tipped appendages spiked up at the sound, like radar scanning for a nearby target, as she zeroed in on the sound.

It sounded... wet. Not like a liquid sort of wet, but moreso something coated in it. Like boots stepping in mud, or porridge being stirred, or...

Her eyes scanned the aisle of the library her head was poking out of, managing to make out the briefest, faintest hint of pink and yellow another aisle over. That was the source of the wet sound, plain as day, and Apple Bloom had more than enough experience in life to know exactly what sound it was.

Quietly, she pulled herself out from her stuck position and crawled to her feet. The other two looked at her with confused, narrowed eyes, Sweetie opening her mouth to speak.

"What're you snea-" she began, only to have Apple Bloom silence her with a soft, well-manicured finger being placed against her lips.

Silently and slowly, she gestured over her shoulder to the source of the lewd sound. Sweetie blinked silently, eyes more than suspicious as she looked back and forth before settling on Apple Bloom again. With a lecherous grin, Bloom gestured down to her crotch, making a circular rubbing motion right over the treasure between her legs and then nodding back over to the aisles.

Both Sweetie and Scootaloo looked at each other with blank, unsure expression as they put together exactly what AB was hinting at. Without missing a beat and almost in perfect unison, their flat and neutral expressions curved into depraved, blush-addled grins of raunchy desire. Getting to their feet whilst also keeping low, the three of them sneaked round the end of the aisle they were in and ducked down the next one, getting to the end of it as close as possible.

At this distance, they could hear the quiet, heavy breaths of the familiar figure entertaining themselves in the public library. With a slow, meticulous, and silent parting of books on the lower shelves, they exposed the figure to their own perverted gazes, recognising her immediately.

Fluttershy.

The beautiful pegasus had gotten herself nice and riled up, sitting on a pillow with her legs spread good and wide. Black tights had been pulled down and kicked off, and her green sweat had been hiked up over her enormous breasts, exposing both her cunt and her erect nipples to the quiet library. Her eyes were barely open, lids lifted just enough to see anyone coming if they were to pass in front of her aisle, but thankfully the three little voyeurs were in a blind spot for her.

Her fingers were firmly lodged in her soaking nethers, a light red blush on her cunt showing that she'd been at this for a while. Her second hand toyed with an erect nipple, squeezing and tugging at her sensitive flesh as she traced patterns into her insides with the other. The occasional shiver racked her body, from the tips of her toes to the end of her snout.

Her posture was slouched enough to be relaxed, leaning back against the white walls, but she was clearly on edge. The semi-frequent scan of the aisles, the tense physique, and the constant shivering told the CMC that Fluttershy was relishing and losing herself in her pleasure, but she was also terrified of it. They'd shacked up with enough quivering school girls to know what nervousness looked like versus arousal, and this was a clear fusion of both of them.

Sweetie was the first to join in on the 'festivities', her hand slipping into her jeans and massaging her own pretty pussy. Her teeth gritted silently and the eyes of her friends fell on her as they watched her begin to toy with herself. They looked between each other excitedly for a brief moment before joining in themselves. The three of them defaulted to their usual session strategy: toying with each other as much as they did themselves.

Wet kisses were exchanged, tits were squeezed, and hands joined others in the rapidly-wetting brim of their panties. They got good and lost in their own lust... good and lost to the point where they weren't really keeping a cap on how loud they were getting. A certain finger slipping past a certain knuckle into Scootaloo's cunt drew a moan, loud and clear, from her throat that alerted Fluttershy immediately.

Like a panicked animal, she threw herself away from the source of the noise whilst desperately trying to cover herself up. What this ended up doing, however, was causing her to topple off her pillow, slam tit-first into the ground, and expose that delicious ass of hers to whoever may be gawking at her.

She seemed like she was about to scream until Sweetie, the fastest acting of the three of them, snapped her fingers and conjured a gag over her mouth. Alarm clearly shot through Fluttershy, causing Sweetie to punch the books out of the way and lock eyes with the mare, showing off friendly and familiar faces.

"Flutters, it's us, calm down!" Sweetie rushed out, trying to keep her voice quiet to the library around them whilst also being loud enough to cut through Fluttershy's panic.

The white mare placed a finger to her lips, urging Fluttershy to be quiet, to which the pegasus nodded slowly. With that, Sweetie released the gag on her mouth, and Fluttershy's entire demeanour seemed to collapse in on itself.

"Why were you watching me?" she asked, eyes screwed tight shut and entire being trembling.

The three watched her put herself away as best she could, pulling her sweater back down over her colossal tits and wriggling back into her tights. Apple Bloom spoke up first, still too horny to think straight, and being about as tactful as that kind of mental state brought.

"Cuz that was fuckin' hot," she giggled quietly.

Scootaloo walloped her over the back of the head hard enough to send her sprawling to the floor.

"That is not what you say when you've been caught being a pervert!" the pixie-cut pegasus scolded.

Sweetie had to intervene magically again to prevent Apple Bloom from uppercutting Scootaloo's jaw through her skull, squeezing her fingers to her temple and growling irritably. With a flick of her fingers and a brief inhale, she dragged her hands down her body, all the while exhaling slowly as she did so.

A trick Rarity had taught her for bleeding irritation and annoyance out of the body via psychological visualisation. Her eyes snapped open again with a smile on her face that looked like she'd been possessed by her older sister before continuing to speak.

"What are you doing in here, Flutters?" she asked, completely changing the question to avoid having to take any responsibility for her perversion, which was another trick Rarity had taught her. "D'you know how much trouble you could get into for doing this on campus?"

"Wait, why are you even here?" Scootaloo interrupted, her arms still bound by her sides while Apple Bloom was hogtied on top of her. "This is a college campus. You're not a student."

"I... I'm here to give a lecture for the veterinary students. Or was, I guess... I did it earlier this morning."

"And then you decided to come here and strum yourself like a lute to wind down?" Sweetie teased playfully.

Fluttershy shut down a little at this, and Sweetie realised that prodding someone with Fluttershy's demeanour probably wasn't the best idea.

"Sorry, Flutters, force of habit," Sweetie said with a nod. "Look, between girls, can you tell me why you decided to come to a public library instead of a bathroom or a lockable office? If they found you in here, you could get into a lot of trouble... you might even lose your spot as a lecturer because of that."

Fluttershy wrung her hands silently for a long while, biting down on her bottom lip as she stared down at the ground. She opened her mouth several times to respond, the words clearly on the tip of her tongue... but every time she tried to force them out, they just wouldn't obey. Sweetie watched her in silence for a brief moment, eyes drifting back over to her friends who both had no idea what to say.

Using her own perverted experience and degenerate brain functions, Sweetie tried to put the mystery together. She'd known Fluttershy for a long time and knew she wasn't an idiot. She knew public masturbation was violently illegal, so why the hell was she doing it in the first place? Secondly, why was she doing it in a place where it was so easy to get...

Caught.

The answer struck Sweetie in the face like a brick, stunning her to the core as her beautiful eyes widened in shock. Her friends noticed the sudden change in her expression, their own shifting to reflect confusion and worry.

"Flutters..." Sweetie said, slowly and calmly. "That's why you're doing it here, isn't it? Because of the idea of getting caught, right?"

Fluttershy hid her face behind her hands, again trembling with an absolutely mortified energy about her. Sweetie nodded slowly, attempting to at down her own arousal at the blisteringly-hot concept of Fluttershy fingering her cunt in front of an appalled audience, and instead trying to play it much more... mature, or something.

"C'mon, there's gotta be a better way to vent your naughty fantasies other than something dangerous, y'know?" Sweetie urged, gentle eyes looking over Fluttershy as the older mare finally removed her hands.

"I... I know..." she nodded, inhaling and exhaling long and hard after a moment before finally meeting eyes with the college student. "It's just that... I don't really, uh... do this often. I barely ever, y'know... play with myself properly, and by the time I bring myself to... to do it, I can't help myself from doing this kind of thing."

"Sounds like somebody needs to vent more often, then," Scootaloo shrugged. "We know a few folks who can help with that."

"I, uh, I don't think I could do it with just anybody..." Flutters gulped loudly.

"Yeah, so why not... with somebody we all know?" Sweetie asked, a wide grin spreading onto her face as an idea dawned on her.

"Who do we all know?" Scootaloo asked.

"You're an idiot, ya know that, right?" Bloom sighed dismissively at Scootaloo's cluelessness.

"A certain stallion with several degrees in psychology that could probably come up with a nice little regime to help Flutters... enjoy herself a little more liberally," Sweetie giggled, playfully stroking her chest as she spoke. "And also a certain stallion with the equipment and the know how to be the source of that enjoyment..."

"Uh... who do you..." Flutters began nervously. "Who do you have in mind?"

"Dusk!"

Diamond Tiara's baying didn't fall on deaf ears, the lavender stallion grinning arrogantly as the millionaire heiress' spasming cunt clamped down hard around his cock. She gritted her teeth, her entire body spasming violently as the overly-hung twink continued to stir up her guts through her orgasm with more vigorous pounding.

She collapsed onto the expensive sheets, quivering and gasping as her professor fucked her bountiful backside harder into the soft mattress, all the while their captive audience watched eagerly.

"What, whaddaya say, teach?" Sweetie asked with her arms crossed over her breasts. "Feel like lending a hand to an old friend?"

"Of course I do," Dusk said with a nod and a grin, swatting Diamond on the ass before digging his fingers into her voluptuous flesh. "You sure she's up for it, though?"

The three girls nodded, all eagerly looking at Tiara's face as her lolling tongue stained the bed with spit and sweat.

"She seemed more than open to the proposal," Sweetie added on. "Y'know, about as open as Flutters gets to these kind of things."

"Sounds like the usual from her, then," Dusk chuckled, slamming as hard as he could into Diamond's quivering quim as possible before locking in position, blasting cum as deep inside her as he could. "She say when she wants to meet up and talk about it?"

"Nah, poor mare felt she'd have some kinda heart attack if she had to put it together," Apple Bloom answered. "Basically she said that you give her a time and a place to show up and, and she'll do it, no questions."

"Yeah, that sounds like Flutters alright," Dusk nodded, pulling out of Diamond's well-fucked pussy and wiping his cum-stained cock on her thick thighs.

"So what've you got planned for her?" Sweetie asked, walking over to the side of the bed and getting down on her knees.

Picking up on the hint, Dusk sat down before her and slid the tip of his fat, still-leaking cock into her eager maw. A groan of pleasure slipped from between the stallion's lips as he began to gently buck into Sweetie's mouth, working through his thoughts by speaking aloud.

"Well, I've only ever fucked her a few times, and she kept that little exhibitionist streak out of the bedroom when it happened... I figure if she's into it, but she's also really nervous about it, there are a few things I can do to help her comfortably express herself."

"Like what?" Apple Bloom asked, joining Sweetie on her knees and focusing on Dusk's plump, baseball-sized balls.

"Two things off the bat: the first is exposure therapy and the second is characterisation," he answered, petting both of his talented cocksuckers on the head while nodding for Scootaloo to come closer.

The flat-chested mare sat down on the bed next to him, locking lips with her professor and elegantly suckling his tongue, focusing on his neck and jaw whenever he needed to speak.

"What's characterisation?" Scootaloo asked.

"There's a proper scientific term for it that I cannot remember for the life of me, but it's basically getting her dressed up enough to where she's not recognisable to allow her to live out her fantasies," he answered quickly, bucking his cock further into Sweetie's mouth. "A lot of times people don't go public with their fetishes because they're ashamed or afraid of the reaction they get. However, it's a pretty common occurrence for people to act completely different when they're hidden behind another persona."

"Like internet anonymity and shit?" Apple Bloom asked.

"Yeah, basically. People tend to act differently when they won't face any major repercussions for it," Dusk nodded along. "So if I can get Fluttershy to be okay with changing her looks, maybe temporarily dye her mane and fur or whatever, dress her up different, and get her to adopt a different identity, there's a chance that new identity's gonna let her live out all her fantasies and not be so pent up anymore."

"Yeah, I've met strippers that do that, actually. Put on a different colour palette and a stage name so they can whore it up without it affecting their 'other' life," Sweetie nodded along. "Makes sense. What's the other plan, then?"

"Simply just getting Fluttershy to indulge in her fantasies more and more, little by little, to build up an immunity to the embarrassment it causes her," he answered, gritting his teeth as he blew a fat load down Sweetie's throat.

She gulped and swallowed loudly, opening her mouth and allowing a good amount of Dusk's titanic cum flow to spill down onto her lips, jaw, and breasts as the others watched with aroused interest.

"I fucking love it when she does that," Dusk groaned quietly. "I'm so happy Rarity taught it to her."

Sweetie winked in response as the cum audibly splattered down her form.

Dusk plopped his cock out of Sweetie's mouth, splattering her beautiful face with the last of his load before gently slapping Scootaloo on the rear, signalling it was her turn. She went to get down on her knees with the rest of them, only for Dusk to shake his head and, with another gently slap of her ass, Scootaloo picked up on what he wanted.

Sweetie, having her blowjob duty filled, crawled along the bed to the still-gasping Diamond Tiara, locking lips with her and sharing Dusk's delicious cum as eagerly as possible. The two clambered onto each other, grinding and suckling against their bodies and mouths, as Scootaloo went to work.

With a pop of the button of her jeans and an elegant slide of them down, the pegasus slid her wet, waiting pussy down over Dusk's shaft. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bucked in, hitting home and penetrating her womb with a combined and pleasured groan from the both of them. She came to a rest at his base, her fat ass planted nice and soft against his thighs, before she set to work riding that fifteen inch bludgeon Dusk kept hidden away in his pants.

Sweat worked itself up on Scootaloo's brow in a matter of moments, Dusk's size, the strain of her exertion, and the pleasure boiling through her loins was more than enough to get her temperature up. The stallion licked her neck, toying with her flat chest through her shirt as he suckled her soft flesh.

Apple Bloom then locked lips with Scootaloo, gently and whorishly slathering spit all over her friend's soaked tongue. The heat in the room picked up again, a fuckpile getting going nice and quick as Dusk's cock worked its magic on Scootaloo's ever tight, snatch, hitting in and out of her cavern with trained expertise. His seemingly limitless stamina and age-long lastability making him an excellent partner to snuggle up to and fuck for hours straight.

Dusk looked back over his shoulder, spotting the now-naked Sweetie Bell gorging herself on Diamond's cum-filled snatch, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of Dusk's thick, creamy ichor out of Tiara's sore hole. Apple Bloom also got to stripping down, having Scootaloo keep her mouth at work by latching onto the erect nipple of Bloom's massive tit and squishing it good and proper into her face.

"That's my good lil' bitch..." Bloom cooed gently, affectionately stroking Scootaloo's sweat-smeared forehead with the back of a soft hand. "Show me how much you love these big fuckin' tits"

That was about all Dusk needed at this point, barely able to handle the sensation of Scoot's tight cunt slamming up and down his cock after this long. He gritted his teeth, hugged the mare close, and came right into her womb, filling her up to the brim in a matter of spurts and simply allowing his cock to swim in its own load for a good while.

Scootaloo came hard herself at the sensation, clamping down on her older lover generously and desperately. She was leaning forward to slam herself down on him with as much momentum as she could muster, all the while keeping her face buried in Apple Bloom's massive jugs. Dusk felt and enjoyed every twitch, quiver, and spasm that Scootaloo's cavern sent crawling down his cock, feeling each one and having a bolt of pleasure run through his entire being as the talented little slut milked him through his orgasm.

"Good girl..." Dusk purred into Scootaloo's ear, gently nipping the tip of it between his lips between sentences. "That's my good girl..."

She shivered again, the praise and the pleasure becoming a little too much for her to handle. She dropped back into Dusk's embrace, bleeding warmth into him as her small chest rose and fell. Long, calming breaths came from the two of them as they sat there, enraptured by the sensation of the other's embrace. That was until Apple Bloom, with all the subtlety of a cannon, grabbed Scootaloo by the scruff of her neck, yanked her wholesale off Dusk's cock, and tackled him onto the bed.

His wrists were pinned down by his head as Bloom's eager tongue assaulted his mouth. He felt her wet snatch grind against the twitching, cum-soaked length of his cock as she continued to kiss him. Using his superior strength, he broke Bloom's hold and clapped his hands onto that fat, jiggling ass of hers. His fingers curled over her cutie mark, digging into the thick flesh as he grinded back against her in unison.

"Want me to show ya'll why I'm this college's number one cowgirl?" she purred in a seductive, eager voice.

"Is it because your sister isn't here?" Dusk asked cheekily.

AB stared at him for a long second, eyes dour and disgusted, before she slapped him across the face. Not enough to cause agony, but still enough to bite and get a giggle from Dusk as a reaction.

"Alrighty the, just for that, you're not allowed to cum inside, y'hear?" she growled.

"Oh, please," Dusk smirked. "Having me pull out is more of a punishment for for than it is for me."

A smirk and a blush touched Bloom's cheeks at this point, her bluff having been called spectacularly in a matter of seconds before shrugged it off.

"Hellfire, you got me there, sugar," she sighed, leaning back and lining Dusk's fat, twitching cock up against her slicked cunt lips. "Lessee who enjoys it more, though, shall we?"

Without waiting for a response, vocal or otherwise, Bloom speared herself onto Dusk's glistening prick, the entire weight of that apple-bottom ass slamming onto his and nearly putting them both through the bedframe. The stallion groaned loudly, hands gripping her wide birthing hips on complete instinct, as the sudden rush of pleasure coursing through his still-sensitive length nearly fried his brain.

A smug smirk peeled onto Bloom's lips as she saw her body stun the stallion to the core. Leaning forward again, she locked lips with him, letting the flavour of her tongue drive him even wilder. Her trained backside ran circles around the poor boy, years of hard fucking allowing her to work on autopilot while focusing on other avenues of entertainment. She made him feel her tits, her perky nipples pressing into his palms as he squeezed her flesh.

Scootaloo sat on the side of the bed in a huff, arms crossed over her board-flat chest before her attention was gotten by a low, clear cough. She turned her head to the source of the noise, seeing Diamond Tiara resting on her elbows with Sweetie still lodged between her legs, only now DT was beckoning Scoots over with a long, slender finger.

Beaming from ear to ear, the pegasus crawled over to her friends and joined Sweetie's conquest, driving her tongue into Diamond's cum-soaked cunt and lashing it against Sweetie's oh-so-delicious maw as she did so. With the other distracted, Bloom and Dusk set to ramping up again, each shot of Dusk's hips against Bloom's hip-crushing ass causing a ripple to course through the yellow-furred mountain. His hands toyed and played with her rear, slapping, gripping, and spreading her to his heart's content.

Her cunt felt as amazing as it always did, the Apple Sisters both possessing incredible control of their inner muscles that really allowed them to go above and beyond when riding dick. Smirks were plastered onto both of their faces as their eyes remained locked onto one another. Long gone was the amateurishness or awkwardness of sex for both of them, now having the practice down to an artform that allowed all of their attention and all of their skill to be focused on pleasing their partner.

Dusk felt himself reaching his limit at this point, barely able to keep himself and his loins under control anymore. Judging from the heavy panting and permanent blush on Bloom's face, he gathered she was closer than he was. With a confident grin, he kissed her again, stealing just a taste from those plump lips, before speaking.

"Ready to see who likes it more, my little whore?" he grinned.

"Always, you big bastard," she nodded, her spine shivering from top to bottom as her pleasure ran away with her.

With several more hard, solid thrusts, Dusk pushed them both over the edge. Locking himself into place in the deepest reaches of Bloom's perfect womb, he blew his thick, creamy load inside the eager little bitch. He assaulted her mouth again, his larger, much stronger tongue dominating her eager maw as the two of them clutched against each other. Spurt after spurt filled that tight, spasming pussy up as Bloom's own orgasm caused her to clamp down on him even harder.

He soon toppled the two of them over, pinning Bloom's smaller form underneath his, pressing her into the bed as he milked every drop of cum from his length as he could. His hands latched onto her tits again, tongues clicking and sliding against one another, and hot moans and pants escaping from the gaps between their lips whenever they could.

The whole room seemed to be cumming at this point, Dusk and Bloom's fuckpile mixed in with the other three who'd licked, fingered, and grinded themselves to orgasm all on their own. The smell of semen, girlcum, sweat, and pure lust hung in the air like a cloud of smog, no doubt something anyone passing by the dorm rooms could smell if they so much as walked past the door.

Giggles, chuckles, and quiet pants of exhaustion rattled out from the tired, sweaty, and sleepy group as they clung to each other. Dusk pulled out of his third well-filled cunt of the night, collapsing down beside his younger partner and gently rubbing circles on her stomach.

"Look at you, gettin' all romantic and shit," Bloom smirked, softly punching Dusk in the shoulder as she spoke.

"I love you guys," Diamond Tiara groaned, collapsing onto her back and staring at the ceiling. "You may all be poor as dirt and not worthy of associating with me, but you sure as fuck know how to bang."

"Speak for yourself, cumrag," Dusk chuckled back at Tiara. "I could buy you and your entire family for breeding stock if I wanted to."

The other chuckled along quietly, all of them too tired for any more banter it seemed, and Dusk finally pulled himself to his feet and began dragging his clothes back on.

"Right, I'm gonna go see Fluttershy tomorrow to talk to her about, y'know, getting used to herself," she said, wiping his cock in Bloom's underwear before pulling his suit pants back up. "I'll let you guys know how it goes... and I'll be sure to ask you for assistance if I think you could help out."

"You also wanna drop by for another fuck-meet sometime?" Sweetie asked, wiping a mixture of semen and pussy-juices from her maw as she looked at her professor.

"In another month," he chuckled. "I think if I have to bang you four anymore, I'll get sick of you. Right, I'll catch you guys sometime later. See you round."

The crew waved off their favourite stallion as he left the room, lying almost comatose on the beds for forty minutes before the fluids started to dry. When talking caused their faces to audibly crack, they decided it was about time to go for a shower.

"Flutters, if you tremble anymore, you're gonna fall apart," Dusk chuckled quietly, leaning back in his chair as she spoke.

His eyes focused on his long-time friend, the buxom pegasus clad in tight blue jeans and a form-fitting green sweater clutched at her elbows and kept her eyes locked on the ground. He'd taken her out to the mall for a day trip, and the two were sat in the foodcourt, with Dusk broaching the idea after enjoying their meals together.

"S-Sorry... I'm just a little, y'know..." she sighed, wringing her hands again as she struggled to look up at Dusk.

"Flutters, look at me for a second," he said softly, leaning on his elbows on the table.

Fluttershy sighed, eyes raising up slightly before coming to a stop. Her body trembled, her fists clenched, and her jaw tightened for a brief moment. For a second, Dusk was afraid she wasn't going to be able to manage it, but as soon as that thought fizzled out, Fluttershy's gaze snapped up to his.

A soft smile touched his lips, comforting and warm, and something about it seemed to stabilise Fluttershy a little. Her body seemed to relax, her shoulders unknotted, and she was able to look at him for more than a half-second.

"You're okay," he said soothingly, his voice carrying the calmness she needed to hear. "I'm not gonna pressure you into anything, okay? If you want to drop this entire topic and just go home right now, I'm not going to blame you for it."

"No, no... this is something I need to learn to... control, I guess?" she said, lips pursing as she nodded firmly.

"Not just control. Enjoy, remember?" he pointed out with a gesture towards her. "We're not locking away a murderous urge. We're helping you enjoy yourself in a safe and contained manner, right?"

"Right... uh, Dusk?" she asked.

"Yes?" he responded.

"Are we gonna have to have sex during this whole thing?" she asked with a nervous shiver.

"Not if you don't want to," he answered.

"But... will it help more?" she asked.

"Not if you don't want to," he repeated firmly. "Regardless of whether or not it'll work, I'm not going to lay a hand on you if you're not entirely sure of it."

"Well, I mean... we've done it before," she nodded, visibly trying to psyche herself up. "I've enjoyed it, you've enjoyed it... I don't mind doing it again."

"Well, this is gonna be slightly different," Dusk said with a nod. "So, lemme explain exactly what I've got planned. Are you ready to hear it?"

"Yeah... I guess," she nodded in response.

Dusk took a drink from his cup and proceeded to explain to Fluttershy the same thing he'd explained to the CMC the previous night. About the different routes they could take to try and psychologically train her to be more comfortable with expressing herself and what would be involved in them both.

"The first one, the exposure therapy stuff," she said almost immediately.

"Don't rush the decision, Flutters," Dusk warned. "Take a minute to think about it properly before deciding on what you wanna go for, alright?"

"No, I've made up my mind, it's gotta be the first one," Fluttershy answered with fierce determination.

Dusk leaned back, examining Fluttershy's change in posture and tone of voice. She was putting her foot down, expressing what she wanted, and not letting herself be swayed by indecision. All traits she'd picked up during her disastrous time with Iron Will. He remembered that about as well as everyone else did... but if he could dig those traits out again, but... temper them, make them more focused while not letting them overwhelm her a second time... he figured the exposure therapy could be even more effective if she got into that head space again. Bring out that commanding and dominant side, while keeping what made Fluttershy, well, still there.

"What'll it involve?" Flutters asked quickly.

"Build-up via smaller events, mostly. Like gaining a resistance to poison, you have to take small 'doses' to allow your body to adjust to it, build up a natural resistance, and then moving onto a larger dose," Dusk explained. "So I'm not gonna start by asking you to strip naked and suck off everyone working at the pizza shop right now."

Fluttershy recoiled visibly at the insinuation, a fiery blush sprouting onto her cheeks as she visualised the thought before her. Dusk chuckled quietly, waving away the idea as just a far off dramatisation before continuing the discussion.

"Look, we'll start small here and there, just to get your tolerance up, before moving onto bigger things," Dusk said in a calming town, eager to prevent his friend from having a panic attack in her salad.

"Small like... what, exactly?" she questioned, settling down after a few moments to compose herself.

"Whatever you think you can handle at first," he answered. "Again, nothing too extreme. Just something small that you like the idea of, but have always been way too nervous to try. I know you're a big fan of getting fingered, so that's something we could start with."

Flutters bit her bottom lip, reaching into memories of being warm and snuggled against Dusk's body and letting him work his magic on her nethers. She nodded slowly, working through a fantasy mixed with hints of reality as her blush began to darken, ever-so-slightly.

"Changing rooms are always a nice initiation place for this kind of thing," Dusk continued. "They're quiet and secluded enough to not be full on exhibitionism while at the same time being public enough for a little bit of danger. I've been caught in them a few times with a few guys and gals, so there's always that rush there for you."

"You'd... play with me in a changing room to start with?" she asked quietly, swilling her drink around in her glass.

"Again, I'm just spitballing here," Dusk shrugged. "You tell me whatever you think would be nice and easy for you, and I'll work on putting it into practice, y'know? So, what d'you think would be nice?"

Fluttershy was quiet for a long moment, eyes drifting down to the table briefly as her muzzle scrunched up, something that often happened when she was lost in thought. Dusk sipped his drink and had a quick mouthful of his good while Fluttershy ponded. Eventually, her eyes seemed to light up just a tad, and an idea appeared to blossom behind them.

"Are you against... outdoor stuff?" she asked, wringing her hands again.

"Outdoor how?" he asked.

"Like, in a park, or... an alleyway... stuff like that?" she suggested.

"Flutters, I'm good for whatever you're good for," he smiled gently. "So, what kinda stuff did you want there?"

"Well... uh... I'd like to get... well..." she began to speak, but lost her voice partway through as a crimson blush touched her cheeks.

She made a brief licking gesture followed by nodding downwards, clearly to her crotch, which Dusk put together immediately.

"You wanna get eaten out in an alleyway?" he asked in a low, quiet tone so that they wouldn't be overheard.

"Y-Yes..." came the almost-strangled response.

A smile touched Dusk's lips, yet not the more comforting ones he'd been wearing so far. This one was lecherous, depraved, and extremely interested in what level of lewdness Flutters was willing to go to.

"You like that idea, too?" she squeaked.

"I like anything that involves having sex with you, Shy, you know that," he said with a wink. "And if it's something I can do to help you feel better about yourself in any capacity, then it's something I'm even more eager to do."

"That sounds... nice," Fluttershy nodded, her thighs rubbing together and her gaze dropping down to the floor.

"Have you gotten yourself all excited, Flutters?" Dusk asked in a soft tone of voice.

"Just a, uh, just a little," she nodded slowly.

"D'you wanna come back to mine to wind down a little?" he continued.

"Yeah," she agreed, looking up at him with a gentle smile. "I think I'd like that quite a lot."

Her breasts came free with a gorgeous bounce, the weight of her bust being almost as impressive as their size. Dusk buried his face in her chest without a moment's hesitation, Fluttershy groaning as she felt his wet tongue latch onto one of her large nipples. She sighed in a relaxed fashion, feeling the tension and nervousness of the prior conversation melting away she she allowed Dusk to lower her onto his bed. She ran her fingers through his mane, toying with his horn as she did so and getting an excited grunt from the stallion.

She took his weight on top of hers, cradling him against her chest as he lost himself in his desire for her bust. A shared pang of embarrassment and pride shot through her at this point, feeling both uneasy at being such an object of attraction, while at the same time allowing her ego to flare up at the fact she could cause someone to act like this over something as basic as her breasts.

She yelped in surprise, however, when she felt Dusk's hands exploring her nethers. His magic made quick work of her lower clothing, freeing her thick thighs and wide hips for him to explore and toy with to his heart's content. He parted her legs, gently and gracefully, tucking her thighs up against her ears as he slid down her body. She bit down on her lower lip as Dusk's mouth touched against her lowest lips, tasting her excitement on his rough tongue as he did so.

She shivered again, her nervousness melting away to a sense of warmth and comfort as Dusk began to greedily lap at her cunt, his fingers sinking into her soft thighs as he tightened his grip. She gasped quietly as he pushed inside of her, her taste overwhelming Dusk's senses as he did so and drawing a long, satisfied groan. Fluttershy's toes curled as he pushed deeper inside of her, his sizeable oral muscle being more than enough to spread her good and deep.

A stab of pleasure caused her to drop her head onto the bed, crowing loudly in bliss as he hit the perfect spot inside her. Her hand, working seemingly by itself, lashed out and grabbed him on the back of the head, pinning his maw into place and refusing to allow him to move.

"Right there!" she barked. "Keep it right there!"

Dusk did as told, layering more and more lick into Fluttershy's cove, feeling the heat of her excitement pour out onto his tongue and radiate over his face. She tasted delicious, like fresh vanilla, a unique taste like all mares possessed, that drove him wild. He licked and lavished her cunt with affection, building Fluttershy higher and higher towards glorious climax. He began massaging her thighs, rubbing circles in them with his strong fingers and switching to gentle, kneading rolls with his knuckles.

Fluttershy groaned quietly into her hand, feeling wave after wave of glorious pleasure rolling over every inch of her body as the pleasure began to make her sweat. She leaned back properly against the bed, allowing each wave to roll over her like a beach at high tide, trying to keep her muscles as relaxed and soft as possible while Dusk worked his magic.

She could feel herself boiling to her overflow point any minute now, pulses, stabs, and bolts of pleasure bolting through her stomach, riding over every inch of her insides, coming faster and faster. Each one felt stronger than the last, like a knot tightening inside her until it snapped. And snap it did, not five minutes later. She cried out after being silent for almost the entire time, legs locking and trembling as orgasm rushed through her from head to toe.

Dusk lapped up her flavour, stepping back and wiping his maw as he looked down at his busty, blushing beauty. He spread her legs again, gently toying with her labia using his thumb as she squeezed her breasts. A blush seemed tattooed on her cheeks at this point, as there hadn't been a moment since they'd gotten home where she hadn't been painted red in the face.

Dusk unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, allowing his enormous cock to flop out onto Fluttershy's lower lips and land with a wet thud. His excitement had already gotten him drooling from his prick, spilling hot, thick pre-cum onto the beauty's belly as his cock was long enough to reach up nearly to her ribcage. He leaned forward, placing his hands on her hips as he began to gently grind his length against Fluttershy's already soaked pussy.

She arched her back briefly, the sensation tickling her in the most perfect of ways as Dusk used every inch of his length to tease her entrance. She was soon as soaked with his juices as he was with hers, their sexual flesh stained with the other's desire. Fluttershy reached forward, out to Dusk's hand. The stallion took her touch, locking fingers with the panting beauty as she beamed at him, a wide and gorgeous grin that could light up the entire room.

"I love you," she said with a soft tone and a wide smile. "You're one of my best friends."

"I love you too, Flutters," Dusk grinned back, leaning down and kissing her once more before returning his gaze to her nethers. "Now... let's get you all tuckered out, shall we?"

"Yeah," she nodded firmly. "Let's."

Dusk smirked again, using his free hand to guide his thick, twitching cock to her tight entrance before linking fingers with Fluttershy once more. He pushed inside of her, his breaching bar of a cock stretching the timid little mare's insides out almost to their limit. Her teeth bared as her lips curled back from the strain, a pang of worry shooting through Dusk. He slowed his entrance for several seconds, allowing Shy's tight insides to adjust to his monstrous size before continuing.

"I'm..." she said after a moment's pause. "I'm okay... you can keep going."

"You sure?" he asked in a nervous tone.

"Yeah... we've done this before, remember?" she giggled. "And I'm not made out of glass."

"Alright," Dusk nodded, going back to pushing himself inside her deepest reaches. "But I'll go slow at first, okay?"

"Y-Yeah," she agreed, leaning back into the bed as Dusk's cock popped inside her womb.

The heat for both of them was immediate and intense, the union between their organs being something that set off fireworks between them. Dusk could barely keep a grasp on how tight Fluttershy's beautiful pussy was, and Flutters herself couldn't even put into words how good that throbbing, purple cock felt to have inside her. She hadn't felt this full since... well, since the last time Dusk had fucked her.

He'd never gone hard with her before. She knew that from how the other girls talked about their times with him. He'd made her cum before, done it several times every single night they were in bed together, but... he'd never battered her womb like he did with the others. Rarity and Pinkie had told stories of having their knees up against their ears with a cock in their ass only to have it ripped out and stuffed in their mouth seconds later.

Applejack and Rainbow talked about a lot of outdoor exercise-fucking, where they'd all gone hard and fast for hours on end... but for her? It just seemed like Dusk went nice and slow with her, just until they were satisfied and ready to fall asleep together. But with the slow strokes, with him pumping himself in and out of her so kind, so good... did she really mind? Was she in the mood to have her mane pulled, her ass fucked, and her face spat in like Rarity and Pinkie had so often?

She thought about it for the longest moment, eyes drifting off to nowhere as her mind took her elsewhere... and found the fantasy. Dressed in clothes barely big enough to qualify, make-up smudged and stained on her body, phone numbers and signatures all over her body as Dusk pounded her asshole as hard as he could. A light shined down on them, a stage light as bright as the sun, illuminating their filthy fucking for the entire crowd to see. She was already covered in cum, every hole filled numerous times, with bit bills and coins having been stuck to her and thrown at her by those assembled.

She felt her heart rate increase at the idea, the moment she found herself in, having hundreds of people gawking at her tight asshole being pounded by Dusk's fat, purple prick. Cum from who-knew how many previous orgasms leaking out from around his dick, dripping down onto the puddle on the floor. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she lost herself in her fantasy. Her stomach tied itself in knots as the anxiety of the scene coursed through her... and yet, at the same time... she liked it.

The thought was something... hot. Exciting. She wanted it. She looked up to Dusk, her mouth opening to ask him to pull out and try it in her back end, something she'd never once requested him to do... but as the words touched the back of her throat, they stalled. She couldn't spit them out. She tried again, Dusk noticing the strained look on her face as she tried to ask for anal, cocking his head to the side.

"You okay there, sugar?" he asked softly.

Fluttershy snapped back to the present immediately, realising that she'd been pulling faces while away with the fairies, and the embarrassment overwhelmed her. She shined red yet again, eyes darting away from Dusk's as her slutty bravery bled away, shrinking back inside her shell on the spot.

"G-Go faster, please," she lied through her teeth, not able to bring herself to confront what her mind had just prodded her to ask of him.

His brow furrowed for a moment, seeing right through her lie on the spot, and for the briefest of moments she feared he was going to call her out on it. Instead, he shrugged, clearly dismissing the fib knowing full-well Shy had been about to ask for something else. He leaned down and kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her waist as he properly started to hammer her innards.

While, again, nothing compared to the treatment the other girls got from their hunk, Dusk was pushing Fluttershy into a gear she hadn't been in before. Usually riding it nice and slow whenever they were together, her entire body was getting bounced by that monster shaft she road. Her tits shook and jumped with each strike of Dusk's strong hips against her ass, their flesh loudly slapping together with each, vicious strike at a speed that made Fluttershy's cunt feel as if it were about to burst.

She kissed him harder, putting more strength into her tongue than before to try and overpower Dusk's. A futile effort through and through, but one she still enjoyed. Her mind flashed back to the public stage she'd had in it a moment ago... thoughts of debauchery and degeneracy flooding her mind. Her desire to be watched, her interest in being seen, her desire to be... objectified by the world around her was boiling back up in her chest.

She buried herself against Dusk's torso, her tongue running along his soft muscle and tasting the sweat of his exertion. She imagined again, him and her, in front of a crowd of hundreds, all jeering and cheering about her body, her holes, and how filthy she was. She could hear the taunts clear as day, asking if she kissed her mother with that mouth, how would the same dad that bounced her on his knee as a little filly feel if he saw this, and how her brother would be treated as school knowing how much of a whore his sister was.

She loved it, and she hated it so much. She licked Dusk again, trailing her wet tongue across his neck, and clutching him closer to her sweat-soaked body. He hit home inside her harder and harder each time, his speed beginning to give way to his power at this point as he was clearly getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

She wasn't too far behind, and yet the shame she felt boiling up inside her for desiring to be shown off to the world as an unclean sex object was the main cause of that. She felt sick to her stomach just entertaining the thought of being so scandalous... while at the same time it set her loins aflame with excitement and desire the likes of which she'd never felt before.

Dusk kicked it up yet another notch, properly dominating Fluttershy as if telepathically sensing how desperately she felt the need to be used. She bit down on his shoulder, something she'd never done to anyone before in her life, sinking her teeth into him almost hard enough to draw blood all the while he smashed her quivering frame into the bed over and over again.

She loved it, she needed it. She wanted the abuse, wanted the attention, wanted people to look at her and see nothing more than a wet, waiting hole to use for free and spit on once they were finished. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the heat of the moment overtook her, and she threw her head back with a mighty cry as her orgasm thundered inside her.

She clamped down around Dusk's cock, thick legs wrapping around his waist and locking him in place, forcing him to cum as deep inside her as possible with no chance of pulling out. Not that he would've anyway even if he had the ability to do so. Dusk was like a moth to the flame when it came to creampies, and probably couldn't pull out even if his life depended on it.

So with his usual M.O at play and his orgasm mere seconds away, Dusk slammed himself as deep inside Fluttershy as he could and did what he always did: filled his mare to the brim without a second thought. Fluttershy came again at this, her tongue lolling from her mouth as her eyes rolled backwards, body seizing and shuddering briefly as the pleasure rocked through her.

Dusk continued to pump her cunt through his orgasm, milking every single inch of his beautiful cock into Fluttershy's cavern. Spurt after spurt filled her up more and more, until finally Dusk had reached his limit. He pulled out of her spasming quim, jetting the last of his load onto her toned stomach before kissing her once again. Sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, the stallion stepping back from his lover as she released her hold on him.

He placed his hands on his hips, observing his handiwork and admiring the well-fucked mess he'd turned Fluttershy into. The yellow and pink mare shuddered briefly, exhaustion and post-orgasm pleasure running through her entire system made it difficult for her to get onto her elbows.

"Do... do you want to stay for the night?" Fluttershy asked, managing to lift her head to look at her friend.

"You don't mind?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow. "You not busy for the rest of the day?"

"No, I'm uh... all done," she said with a shake of her head. "In more ways than one, honestly."

"D'you wanna start on your sessions tomorrow... or leave it for a few more days?" Dusk asked, sitting down on the bed next to her and gently stroking her thigh.

Fluttershy was quiet for a brief moment, lost in thought. Not just about her raunchy little fantasy she'd had moments prior, but about whether or not she truly wanted the training... or if it was something she could go through with at all. She thought back to the last time she'd undergone such a... drastic personality shift under someone else's wing, and it had been quite the disaster for all involved. Would it happen again? Would this turn her into something she didn't want to be? Would it turn her into something she could stop being whenever she wanted?

Dusk noticed the nervous expression on her face, lying down next to her and snuggling up to her buxom form. Fluttershy noticed the touch and silently leaned into in, placing her head against his neck and exhaling slowly.

"Remember what I said?" he asked calmly. "I'm not gonna force you into anything you don't want to."

"I know, I know..." she sighed.

"Also don't think you need to do this for me, or anyone else, y'hear?" he pointed out. "You do this for you. You only do this for you, alright? Don't think about my time, or how I feel, or anything else like that. Tell me, right now, if you don't wanna go through with this and it'll stop right here."

"I wanna do it..." Fluttershy mumbled. "I really wanna... it's just?"

"Butterflies in your ass?" he asked playfully, gently rubbing her cutie mark to emphasise the point.

"Very funny, mister," she growled in a dry tone, giving him the dead-eye as the spoke before returning to the topic at hand. "I guess, though... but it's not like we're gonna be doing anything... I dunno, super-awful and immoral, right?"

"Besides breaking a few public decency laws, we're not going to do a damn thing except make you more comfortable cumming in certain places," Dusk said with a gentle nod, kissing her ear as he spoke. "You're not gonna have to dress up in all black make-up, or wear goth clothes, or get fucked on stage-"

Her chest tightened at that one.

"-all you're gonna do is come with me and let me make you feel good until you can do it without feeling bad," Dusk finished, looking at her again. "Is that something you wanna do?"

"Yeah..." she nodded slowly, casting her eyes back to the ceiling. "Can we do more... if I feel like it?"

"Like what?"

"Like... if I do wanna dress different... wear, I don't know, sexier underwear or something..." she shrugged. "Maybe have sex where someone can see us, but won't recognise us... do you mind that?"

"Again, we'll do whatever you want us to, Flutters," Dusk nodded. "I don't mind at all."

Fluttershy nodded again, snuggling closer to his warm body and yawning quietly.

"What kind of sexy underwear do you like?" she asked, almost out of the blue.

"Me?" he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her. "I like... I dunno, stringy stuff."

"'Stringy stuff'?" she asked in a dry manner.

"Yeah, y'know, like... black, uh, strings that sit on hips and have small cloth to cover up pussies, or whatever..." he shrugged with a quiet chuckle.

"Uh-huh," she teased, digging him in the side.

"Hey, I spend most of my time taking women's underwear off, not categorising it," he snorted.

"That sounds very unbelievable for you," she giggled.

"Hey. I got over that behaviour a long time ago, alright?" Dusk responded with a smile, getting nipping Fluttershy's ear with his lips.

"Remember when you tried to do that with Rarity's fabrics?" Fluttershy asked, taking a trip down memory lane briefly.

"Oh, fuck, please don't remind me of that," Dusk groaned, a mix of regret, embarrassment, and pain coursing through his voice before he burst out laughing. "I spent like a solid week in her back room writing down every name she told me for all of them..."

He trailed off, clapping his hands to his eyes to hide his gaze from the embarrassing memory.

"And..." Fluttershy teased, kissing his chest. "What happened?"

"I found out that Rarity is a soulless little whore that lied to me about the name of every single one of them every time I asked her and it took me until I categorised the same colour of green four times over that something was up," Dusk cringed, gripping hold of his mane and pulling it down over his eyes.

Fluttershy laughed quietly to herself, remembering the ensuing argument between Dusk and Rarity, all the while Rarity's mascara had run a mile down her face because she'd laughed so hard at his realisation and the ensuing outburst that it had made her cry.

"You didn't talk to her for like three days," Flutters sniggered, cherishing the memory.

"I only started talking to her after the third day because she kissed me to say she was sorry," Dusk chuckled, remembering back to his younger, virginal days when he'd first arrived in Ponyville.

"Was that all it took?" Fluttershy asked. "A little smooch to make up for a week's worth of lost time?"

"Hey, I was a horny fifteen year old with no experience with mares," Dusk chuckled, staring up at the ceiling and back into the memory. "I'm pretty sure I'd had forgiven Rarity for stabbing me if she'd let me feel her boobs at the time..."

The two of them chuckled quietly as their misadventures, snuggled up nice and comfortable to one another before eventually drifting off to sleep in the other's arms. They'd exhausted themselves in their carnal bliss, and it seemed they'd need more than enough rest for the coming days where they started to get naughty with one another.

Naughtier than usual, that is.

Chapter 2: Field Training

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