Visiting Manehattan with Rarity was fun. But for a mare like Fluttershy, used to the quiet of the countryside, the city was a bit too much to take.
They’d gotten up early in the morning, had a fancy breakfast in the hotel restaurant, gone to an art museum, stopped at the cafe, looked at more art, had a fancy lunch, gone to another art museum, had tea in the park — this seemed like a lot of eating, but everywhere Rarity liked to go had tiny portions so frequent stops were needed — and then after dinner Rarity wanted to go see a show.
But Fluttershy felt stressed out and worn out from a whole day of the noise and crowds. The two of them had an unnecessary drama where Fluttershy was afraid Rarity would be mad if she said she didn’t want to go to the show and got distant and snippy instead. But then they’d talked it out and sang a song about it and Rarity had sent her back to the hotel with a hug and a kiss. The whole crisis had been resolved in about half an hour.
Now Fluttershy stood in the resplendent lobby of the hotel, feeling like a mote of dust in a sea of fabulous chaos, overstimulated and wishing the elevator would come.
Cyclopean black marble walls set with gleaming bronze fixtures rose around her. The floor was packed with creatures in black and white finery, all of whom seemed to know each other. The lobby’s tall vaulted ceiling reflected their conversation, knocking all of their loud and confusing noise back into the ears Fluttershy kept folded hard against her head. She looked up to get relief from the constant sea of milling bodies only to see that the airspace under the bronze arches buzzed with pegasi, griffins, and changelings.
Fluttershy considered panicking and running for the stairs, but she and Rarity’s room was on the twenty-first floor and her wings and hooves ached from all the fluttering and walking she’d already done that day.
An elevator dinged. A door opened — on the other side of the lobby from the one she’d been waiting at, but she was taking it! She wriggled in between tight-packed fancy ponies. Her front was narrow, making her able to squeeze her way through conversations up to the hips, but those hips were super wide and kept getting stuck!
The elevator dinged again. The doors started to close. Fluttershy squished her wings against her side and jumped. She flew through the air, a clear shot at the door, and then stopped abruptly; her hipbones jammed between the fat butts of two overweight stallions.
She gave a mighty (for her) flap of her wings. Pegasus magic and pure force of will pulled her forward. Her hips popped free, plump flesh jiggling. Forehooves touched the floor for a split second, and then she went tumbling end over end into...
An empty elevator!
The doors closed. She pressed the button labeled ‘twenty-one’ with a flight feather, then went to huddle safely in the corner.
Oh, it was so wonderful, after being around creatures all day, to finally be alone! She sighed with relief, then imagined Dashie saying ‘score!’, which made her giggle, especially because Dashie would never be excited by being alone.
Her relief lasted exactly the distance between two floors, at which point the elevator opened and an entire business conference flooded into the elevator with her.
Ponies in grey suits and neckties chattered about tax shelters and leveraged buyouts and other boring and slightly evil things. She was tall enough to be able to see over their backs; an unrelieved sea of sameness all the way to the warm red wood of the elevator doors.
Fluttershy sighed. How could this get any worse?
The door dinged at floor three.
“Pardon me! Backing in! Beep Beep beep!”
An irritated mutter from the businessponies.
A powerful smell of male pheromones flooded into the elevator stall, followed by the largest and most muscular male ass Fluttershy had ever seen. She blinked in confusion; this big, sweaty naked pegasus stallion was a contrast to the well-dressed ponies she’d seen in the hotel so far. Then she saw the dumbbell cutie mark on his rippling haunch and the towel draped across his withers and remembered that the gym was on this floor.
Actually, yes, she’d seen that stallion there yesterday when she was on the treadmill trying to make her ass a little smaller. No matter how much she exercised or how little she ate, she could just not make her flanks any less fleshy!
She’d watched him out of her peripheral vision; he was the kind of pony she wished she dared to talk to. Not exactly handsome, with his tiny wings and buzz cut mane and thick, brutish face, but... rugged. Powerful. Brutal-seeming. The kind of stallion whose powerful affections might make her grateful for the extra padding on her backside.
She’d clopped in the restroom thinking about him. Sitting on the toilet, hoof wall pressed against her clit, red-faced trying not to make any noise as she imagined the huge cock that flopped beneath his barrel somehow spearing her in every hole at once.
“Sorry, tiny ponies!” said the stallion. “Gotta back up; can’t turn around in these little elevators!”
Ponies around her rolled her eyes even as they found ways to squash against each other so as not to wind up pinned behind that colossal, muscle-roped ass.
An ass that was heading straight for Fluttershy’s face.
She froze, panic stiffening her limbs. Even as she knew she should get out of the way, she couldn’t bring herself to move. Both because she didn’t want to get any closer to the business ponies, and because she very much wanted to be closer to that ass.
His white coat gleamed, glossy with sweat. The harsh elevator light picked out the long arch of his buttock muscle, glistened on the huge rippling of his thighs as he backed up. His yellow tail flicked to one side, showing his balls — tight, smooth, each nearly the size of Fluttershy’s head. She swallowed around a dry throat, staring as they came closer and closer.
She sat up on her haunches, pressing her back into the corner, but he just kept coming! She didn’t know what to do. Did he know she was back there? She knew it was wrong to touch strangers without their permission; she hated it when someone groped her; the fact that her big fat ass was irresistible to a certain type of fiendish pervert was one of the reasons she didn’t like crowds. But she wanted his ass against her face so badly!
It didn’t matter — it was now too later for her to move. There was nowhere else for her to go.
If she were Dashie’s size, she could have huddled underneath him. But at her height, sitting up, she wound up with her face pressed exactly on the wrinkled stretch of skin between his balls and his ponut. Her snout sunk into his flesh as the inner curve of his ass settled against her cheeks.
His ass muscles were hard as rock, but his coat and the bare skin of his balls and taint were so silky!
She shuddered and arched her back with pleasure. He shifted as if trying to find a more comfortable position. He seemed to have no idea she was back there!
Willing herself to stay still, she inhaled. Her nose filled with his smells — his sweat, rich and musky and primal. The faint scent of his cock and balls — cum, pee, and... the pungent scent of a mare. He’d fucked, recently, and he hadn’t managed to wash all of her smell away!
Fluttershy’s chest burned with jealousy and humiliation. But she enjoyed the smell, too. She liked pussy as much as the next slutty bisexual mare.
Her upper lip rolled against her nostrils, helping her hold his smell deep in her snout where the scents were the strongest. She savored the accents — copper, cumin, wine, and coffee. The deep, earthy smell of his seed.
With a shock of humiliation, she realized her pussy was leaking thick ropes of mare goo right onto the elevator carpet. Her own pungent-sweet smell filled her nostrils, a reminder of the thousand thousand times she’d played with herself; her blissful, solitary pleasures.
The elevator dinged again. Only floor three. More ponies crowded on. The stallion backed up further until the elevator walls creaked under the pressure of his ass cheeks. This ground Fluttershy’s face into his taint until everything was dark and she could barely breathe. Every breath reeked of his musk; there was more sweat smell here than oxygen. His balls cradled under her chin, pressing hard against her throat. Her face bones ached. The back of her head pushed uncomfortably into the corner.
His ass was her entire world.
The elevator dinged as the doors closed. If he stayed on, she had another seventeen floors. That should be just enough time to rub out a quick one if she was brave enough.
Was she?
Would she regret it forever if she didn’t?
The elevator doors opened again and closed with nocreature getting on or off.
Heart hammering against her ribs, she pushed the edge of her hoof against her clit. It throbbed under her touch. Her pussy lips winked open, aching for a filling they weren’t going to get. She rolled her hoof in a small circle, the hard leathery flesh of her hoof wall feeling exquisite against her soaking wet clit. She dipped her hoof down to get more mare goo for lubrication; it felt cool on her burning flesh. The feeling of it soaking her pubic fluff made her shudder.
“Fluttershy, you’re such a nasty filly,” she whispered.
“Did you say something?” said one of the business ponies.
“No, I thought you did,” said another. “Hey, do you smell something strange?”
Fluttershy resolved to try to keep quiet.
She held every muscle in her body tensed, trying not to arch or shudder despite being wracked with almost unendurable pleasure. She rubbed herself slowly, carefully, torn between drawing out the sweet, sinful experience and taking her pleasure before the stallion got to his floor.
She imagined him walking out before she was done. She’d be exposed, spread out for all to see, a filthy slut masturbating in a crowded elevator. The thought of the shame she would feel if that happened stoked her lust, and she mashed her hoof against her clit, pressing it painfully against her pubic bone.
She wanted to lick the stallion’s taint, but he’d feel that. She wanted to stuff her snout into his sweaty, musky ponut, but he’d definitely notice something going up his ass. Oh, it was torture, wedged in between those incredible, perfect iron-hard ass cheeks, unable to truly enjoy them, unable to worship them as they deserved to be worshiped... oh. Oh!
Fiery pleasure roared up from Fluttershy’s pussy, engulfing her whole body. She clenched her pussy muscles and pushed down on her clit, drawing out the pleasure, grinding her teeth to keep from moaning, holding her breath until she felt like she might lose consciousness.
Her pleasure subsided. The flames were gone, but she still felt horny. What floor were they on? She’d lost count and she couldn’t see anything.
The door opened. Somepony got out. The stallion took half a step forward — his ass was still squashing her face, but she could see around the curve of his butt to the button panel. Twelve was the first one lit up. She might have time to cum again if she wanted to risk it.
She did. But she needed a little more stimulation for her second round.
Resting her jaw on the smooth, hot curve of the stallion’s balls, she pushed back the fur around the hard fleshy part in the middle of her tail. Tailfucking yourself was difficult and uncomfortable, but it would hardly be her first time doing it. The most important trick was to get the tail hairs nice and wet with pussy goo, otherwise they chafed. And while her slim tail didn’t feel like much to a pussy used to an astonishing selection of toys and — on special and magical nights — both of Dashie’s forehooves, it was a good enough dildo in a pinch. She worked it inside of herself until it was in as far as he could comfortably get it — she wasn’t in the mood for something banging her womb hatch, and of course, the tail was part of the spine, and could only be bent so far.
She pushed her thighs together around it, enjoying the feeling of fullness, and went back to rubbing her filthy, disgusting little whorse clit.
Oh, it felt so good to strum herself! Her head felt light; she could hardly be getting enough oxygen back here. Her brain roiled with the pleasure of all the delicious smells of this rough, careless beast. She thought about the way he might fuck her, his massive cock churning her insides. She’d start him off on her throat, let him bang her face until she gagged, and then beyond that. He’d be impressed at how much she could take — much more than any other mare ever had — and he’d be so grateful. She’d let him pound her pussy until it ached, and then move him to her ass, that bottomless hole that could take him to the balls with ease.
She’d feel the warmth of his cum in her guts.
Her body shook violently as her second orgasm took her. She clenched her jaw until her teeth ached, keeping her cry of pleasure locked in her throat. Her chest, heaving, knocked against his balls, which jiggled, dripping sweat onto her fluffy chest ruff.
He had to have felt that! But she kept rubbing, pushing herself to a second and a third shock, each burning wave more intense than the last.
She was going to get in so much trouble! Fear gripped her as she imagined getting caught. Somepony would call the police, and they’d take her straight to jail. Her friends would cry at her being taken away, except Rarity, who would cry because Fluttershy’s orange jumpsuit clashed with her fur. Even after she got out — how many years did they give you for public lewdness? Ten? Twenty? — she would be labeled forever as a sex offender! She would be compelled by law to go around to all her neighbors and tell them what a nasty slut she’d been!
But the fear wasn’t enough to make her stop! It felt too good!
She peeked around his ass cheek at the button panel. The light for twenty-one went out. The door slid open.
Oh no! Her floor!
Heart pounding, she wriggled her way down from behind the stallion. His balls slid over her face and bounced off her forehead. He shifted from hoof to hoof and whickered, startled. Fluttershy crouched down and dived forward like a striking wildcat, rushing towards the doors, which were already closing. As she passed, she felt something hard, very large and slightly damp run along her back.
He was hard! Had he known?
She wriggled her hips out from between his forelegs and dove through the doors just before they closed. It was lucky her tail was stuffed in her pussy; otherwise, it might’ve gotten caught in there and then where would she be? Found out and down her pretty tail.
She kept running down the hallway towards her room, feeling full of life and giggling like a maniac at the thought of what she’d just gotten away with.
