Permissive Passion
By AJ Aficionado
For Inked Moongleam
“Hey, thanks for taking Rumble on such short notice.” The athletic, gray pegasus bowed respectfully as his little brother walked over the little creek bridge in front of Fluttershy’s cottage before hugging the butter-yellow beauty herself.
“Oh, it’s no trouble, Thunderlane!” Fluttershy beamed cheerfully as she hugged the colt, now as tall as she was and considerably more muscular. “Rumble sure has grown since I’ve last seen him!”
“Uh… thanks?” he said in a far deeper and more masculine voice than she remembered. Four years had done a lot of good for the handsome, gray colt. Even at eighteen, his sleek pegasus musculature was evident in his confident stride; particularly the bulging trapezius muscles beneath his wings Fluttershy had wrapped her hooves around. She was immediately reminded of her Wonderbolt friend and the many years of intense training it took for Rainbow Dash to develop them.
“I’ve been flying with my brother.” Rumble separated from Fluttershy. “I want to be just as tough as him someday!”
Thunderlane chuckled and gave him a noogie with a hoof. “You keep putting in the time on the weight pile and manage your carbs a little better, and you’ll make it!”
“Hey, I like my carbs! You just say cardio is for pussies so you don’t have to do it!” Rumble called back, trying to push him away.
“Sorry little bro, I can’t hear you over all these gains I’m making from lifting!” Thunderlane splayed his wings, showing off the prominent and deliciously well-toned flight muscles beneath them. “And cardio is for pussies. Don’t forget it!”
“Boys, boys…” Fluttershy tutted them both with her hoof. What was it about stallions butting heads like that for no reason? Still, she knew it was all an act; that Thunderlane loved his little brother more than anything. “How long are you going to be away in Cloudsdale, Thunderlane?”
“Just one night. Since Sergeant Surprise came down with the feather flu, I have to take her place at the Grand Galloping Gala — trust me, I’d rather be anywhere else but there. I’d really love to bring Rumble along for distraction, but my bro can’t afford to be missing any more days of school or he won’t graduate. And besides, Mom doesn’t trust him at home alone.” Thunderlane rolled his eyes. “Seriously, I hate having to drop him on you like this…”
“Oh no! It’s really no trouble!” Fluttershy insisted, trying not to sound too eager. “He’s always been such a great help caring for the little critters. We’re going to have so much fun looking after the animals and taking walks through the forest again! Fluttershy’s pupils dilated, all the better to search the flourishing young stallion’s purple eyes for his old love of hiking adventures. “You still want to take walks in the woods with me, right, Rumble?”
Fluttershy’s marehood gave an eager twitch, her tail swishing wildly behind her.
The sudden dart of his eyes towards her hindquarters plus a growing redness on Rumble’s face let an embarrassed but hopeful Fluttershy know that he had indeed noticed her estrus faux pas. “S-sure!”
Thunderlane didn’t seem to notice, being further away and perhaps in a hurry to leave. He kept shooting furtive glances up at the horizon. Just like him and Rumble, always ready for action. “Well, thanks again, Fluttershy. I’d better get packing. I’ll be back to pick up him tomorrow. Later, bro!”
Thunderlane did another wing flex before taking off into the sky, wind rippling through his crew-cut, two-toned mane.
After he departed, the two looked at each other awkwardly before Fluttershy giggled nervously and tucked a lock of her pink mane behind one of her prominent ears. When his eyes were drawn to the sight of her nervous gesture, she eeped, feeling a sudden bout of anxiety at the colt looking up at her ear.
She just knew the colt must think of her as some unnatural accident having been born with a pair of auricles reaching over a foot from their base, each ear individually nearly twice as tall as her head. They did, however, have the benefit of being so large as to have saved her life one day when she’d nearly fallen to her death from atop a cloud; their immense size providing a glide surface sufficient enough to slow what might otherwise have been a fatal plummet.
As the silence stretched on, Fluttershy began to bargain with herself. Okay, sure. Rumble had never actually called her a freak, but he could be thinking it. Maybe. Her bullies back in Cloudsdale had certainly made it a point to belittle her over their excessive hugeness at every opportunity for the immense drag they produced in flight, making her easily the slowest pegasus in class. Was Rumble so different given his athletic background? It had been four years since she’d last foalsat for him. Maybe he’d changed for the worse...
All the while, Rumble stood there looking back at her apologetically as the dead air stretched uncomfortably between them.
Fluttershy noted his expression. In deciding whether he’d been inadvertently rude, concluded she’d been quite rude herself.
“S-sorry, Rumble! I’m in season. I-I can’t help it!” Fluttershy bit into her hoof, her eyes darting around for someplace to hide.
Rumble shook his head, his eyes suddenly fearful. “No, no! It’s okay! I was just… surprised is all.”
But it wasn’t okay. She’d just winked at him! What would Thunderlane say to her when Rumble told him? Fluttershy pulled a paper bag from her saddlebag — you just never knew when it might be needed! — and began to breathe slowly, her growing panic beginning to subside. After a minute had passed and her heart had slowed back down, she put away the bag with a sigh of relief. “Oh…”
“Yeah… Rumble’s eyes went distant, taking on the thousand-yard stare of either a seasoned war veteran or a Senior in Ponyville High. “Happens all the time at school. It’s hard to know how to react when it happens, you know? One second you’re talking to your bros and the next minute you got a filly making squishy sounds in your face,” Rumble grimaced. “Being a colt in high school is a real struggle not to say or do the wrong thing. And don’t even get me started on the teasing and shaming when you do...”
“That sounds awful…” Fluttershy nodded eagerly. It was nice to talk to a colt who could relate to the very real trauma of everyday interaction with other ponies. “That is so true! Why don’t you come inside and tell Auntie Fluttershy all about it.”
Rumble smiled hesitantly and nodded, Fluttershy couldn’t help but notice a flicker of Rainbow Dash’s confidence hidden behind his uncertain expression as he adjusted the saddlebag containing his sleepover luggage with an effortless shrug and walked ahead of Fluttershy into the cottage.
Fluttershy noted with a pang of renewed anxiety his elevated tail, displaying his achingly full adolescent stallion apples. He was quite mature for his age in more ways than one, and Fluttershy couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t been going without masturbation on purpose of late for some reason. But she had little time to consider the question as both Rumble and his swollen orbs disappeared from view as he entered the house, leaving the door ajar behind him.
“Ahn~!” Fluttershy moaned softly, taking a swipe at her dripping, pink slit. Rumble’s sleepover couldn’t be worse for timing. The poor colt was being teased at school and here she was only making things worse by reminding him about it. Fluttershy could picture him in her mind’s eye, being laughed at by his classmates when some bob-tailed filly flashed her unmentionables in his face — the shame and judgment from all sides.
Fluttershy mopped her sweaty face, straightened her back and steeled her nerves. Rainbow Dash had been brave for her friends in their time of need, so Fluttershy promised she would do the same for her favorite not-so-little-anymore helper. With a renewed resolve, she strode through the door and into the living room, where Rumble was already saying hello to his old friends.
Squirrel and Angel were greeting Rumble on the rug between the two living room couches. The colt had always gotten along well with all of her animals, but especially Angel Bunny. The typically grouchy buck appeared to be in bliss with his eyes closed as Rumble stroked his long ears with his hoof.
“Aww!” Fluttershy closed the door behind her and nuzzled the colt’s cheek gently. “You haven’t changed one bit! You’re just as much of an animal charmer as you always were. You should maybe consider being my assistant if you don’t join the Wonderbolts.”
“You know, that doesn’t sound bad at all, Flutters. Perhaps I will!” Rumble smiled before putting his saddlebag on the living room table. He then sat down on the loveseat, his animal friends huddling up in the nearby cushioned basket. With no room beside him, Fluttershy lay down on the sofa opposite him.
Fluttershy cupped her forehooves together, eyeing her guest sympathetically, rather like one of the pony psychiatrists she’d seen to help alleviate her constant anxiety. “I’m sorry to hear you’ve been having trouble at school, Rumble. All those little fillies releasing their pheromones into the air and flagging your tail at you… you must feel so awkward!”
“You’d think it’d be easy, being a colt in Ponyville surrounded by eligible fillies — especially with such a famous bro! But I just never know how to approach them,” Rumble lamented. “You know how moms are — they seem more interested in mythologizing the past than giving any useful feedback on dealing with fillies. They forget all the messy stuff like finding out the filly you’ve been talking to is actively hating your guts while still managing to wink uncontrollably at you and not with their eyes!” As she watched, his cheeks flushed again, this time in as much anger as arousal.
“Female signals can be a bit difficult to read without a sympathetic sister,” Fluttershy nodded. “Especially when we’re in season. Though you know, we mares have a similar problem when it comes to stallions, too.”
“Really?” Rumble replied with something between astonishment and relief.
“Oh yes, Rumble! When you’re stuck with nothing but a lazy, worthless, sack of road apples for a brother…” Fluttershy eeped, drooping her ears. “... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say such mean things about my own brother! What I mean to say, Rumble, is what I really needed was a sister in my life to explain those messy details about the opposite sex. Somepony I could rely on to actually bathe and not smell like testicle sweat and Cheesy Poofs.” Fluttershy eeped again. It wasn’t that she was a hateful pony, but something about her brother made her think very ugly things she wasn’t proud of.
“But I can help you if you really want to help learn how to talk with fillies. And who knows? Maybe we’ll both learn something from each other!” Fluttershy positively squeed at the prospect of learning something, anything, about young, virile studs such as her guest pegasus. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to feel so alone and miserable anymore.
Rumble looked up at Fluttershy hopefully. “Y-you really want to help me? You won’t tell my brother about any of this? He’s always bragging about all the mares he’s tucked and… well, I sorta told him I had about a half-dozen fillyfriends I was seeing on the sly instead of the zero I actually have.”
“It won’t say a word to your brother. Pinkie Promise!” Fluttershy climbed out of her seat to go through the complicated ritual, her gaze never leaving Rumble’s eyes even as she smushed a hoof into her own, making him laugh. “I want you to pretend I’m a school filly you’re interested in who’s going through their yearly estrus. I’m as close to the real thing as you’ll hope to find!”
“You’re not wrong!” Rumble’s redness returned, spreading across his face as he got out of his chair and stood to face Fluttershy properly.
“You’re so sweet!” Fluttershy gave the colt an equine curtsy, bowing her knees and ears, respectfully. “Compliments are always a great place to start. Okay, um… why don’t we act this out as if we’ve just met for the first time?”
“Okay…” Rumble nodded, swallowing hard but maintaining eye contact.
“Good, good! Now, remember that I know as little about you as you know about me. I need you to tell me how you truly~ feel buuut don’t call attention to the fact that I reek of hot, sticky sex and unrequited male attention. That’s just going to make me feel terrible and I’ll suspect you’re either teasing me or assuming I’m an easy lay.”
Fluttershy may have been a pushover in the minds of some ponies, but the idea that she was some floozy was something she was keen to avoid after having spent a brief time as a fashion model in her late teens; she knew she probably remained a pinup in the lockers of high school ponies. Even without that, she’d learned quickly during her brief fifteen minutes of fashion fame that having ponies staring at you was awful enough without them trying to get under your tail. “Do you understand?”
Rumble nodded again.
Fluttershy nodded back. “Okay… so let’s pretend you just said my name while I was walking to my locker, and I’ve just turned around to face you. I’ll get us both started then…”
Fluttershy cleared her throat and smiled, her voice oozing seductively from her lips. “Hello! I know you. You’re that ripped, handsome colt I always see lifting weights in gym class. So what’s your name, stud?” she all but purred.
The breath hitched in Rumble’s throat and his erection dropped instantly out of his sheath, quickly filling to about a foot in length. Fluttershy marveled at how fast and how much it grew, reflecting that stallions always looked so silly walking around with their huge testicles and tiny sheathed colthood. It was a striking reminder that looks could be deceiving.
Fluttershy tried to think of a time a stallion ever dropped for her in such an obvious fashion but came up empty-hooved — and that one time as a fashion model didn’t count given, she was dolled up beyond all recognition and made to act even more demure than she actually was.
Then again, why would they when she was a circus freak who can barely fly? Maybe he was a natural actor and this was just his way of getting into character for their play session. Yes, that was it! Not only was Rumble an excellent animal carer, but the most gifted thespian she’d ever known. Who knew one colt could have so many talents?
“I’m Rumble. I’m…” the colt trailed off and scratched his head, looking almost dazed, “... not sure what my objective is right now. Am I asking you out on a date?”
Fluttershy nodded. “That’s a good place to start, but you can take it further if you’re feeling up to it. If you want to rut me into the wee hours of the morning, make it plain. Who am I to judge another pony’s lifestyle?” Fluttershy always thought most of her friends had been open about sex, especially Rarity. They were open with their affections, so why couldn’t she be? Regardless, she felt uncomfortable coming off as intolerant.
Rumble wiped his sweaty brow; his pupils had also grown to the size of dinner plates. It must have been uncomfortably warm inside the cottage. Fluttershy had assumed it was just her dealing with her estrus cycle. She made a note to open all the windows to let in more air after they were done. The light would do poor Rumble some good as well so he wouldn't have to engage his night-vision.
“Let’s try again, Rumble. Remember to speak from the heart.” Fluttershy cleared her voice again to indicate that they were supposed to go back into character. “Hello! I’ve seen you around school. You’re that good-looking colt catching all the fillies’ eyes.” Fluttershy snaked a hoof up the length of her ear and stroked it, moaning seductively. “What brings you to my locker, this fine day?”
“Fluttershy…” Rumble’s erection continued to throb after its earlier excitement, bouncing up and down beneath his toned and fit barrel. His excitement was so chaste and pure. It wafted from his ideal masculine form in all its youthful exuberance. Clearly, he was in the zone and ready to give the performance of a lifetime. “I’m Rumble. And you may have talked to a dozen colts today, you may have talked to a dozen stallions today....”
“Hold up!” Fluttershy made a slashing motion with her hoof, her expression suddenly reproachful. The colt’s stallionhood quickly began to retreat like winter snow before the driving spring rains of April. “You’re assuming things about me, Rumble! That is never okay!
Rumble winced. “But I was just trying to…”
Fluttershy cut him off with another slashing motion from her hoof, feeling uncharacteristically impatient. “Rumble, you need to let the mare talk about herself more. She will tell you everything you need to know about her if she’s interested. If you’re pushy and jump to conclusions, she’s only going to conclude that you only want a lay and aren't interested in her as a pony!"
Rumble bowed apologetically, his erection drooping along with his posture. “S-sorry. I got a little c-carried away.”
“You want to sell yourself to me as a reliable potential mate and I respect that. But remember, I’m trying to sell myself to you too. And speculating on the number of stallions trying to tuck me in front of a hallway full of my classmates devalues me in their eyes.” Fluttershy’s stern expression then softened to one of more characteristic kindness. “But I’m sure by now you understand my point. Let’s try again, shall we?”
She repeated her earlier salutation, brushing her hoof up and down the considerable length of her ear as she spoke. As if on cue, his stallionhood surged back to full length once more.
Rumble took a deep breath and spoke in an unnatural, forced calm. “Hello, Fluttershy. My name is Rumble.” He paused, no doubt in Fluttershy’s mind he was hoping for her to make the next move. The colt had paid attention to her earlier.
“It’s good to finally get the chance to meet you, Rumble. I was just talking about you with my fillyfriends the other day.” Fluttershy batted her eyelashes at him flirtatiously. “What’s on your mind?”
Rumble’s expression shifted from determined to uncertain to cringing slightly and settled on determination once more. Fluttershy could deal with the colt’s obvious nervousness if only because she knew it’d only get easier for him with time. His clumsiness and lack of guile would fade in time with some practice, and he’d be happily plowing through every filly’s field in school and perpetuating the race in no time at all as he’d been born to do.
“Well, I was wondering… Fluttershy… if we could meet someplace more private?” He dipped his head and crossed his forelegs shyly, leaving Fluttershy’s slit audibly winking with anticipation as she registered the invitation and her gaze eagerly devoured what was visible of his deliciously engorged organ.
“Oh my…” Fluttershy bit her lip to suppress a moan. She hadn’t been expecting him to go that route but stick to the safer option of simply asking her out on a date, to which she’d immediately say 'yes'. Why Rumble would want to go into her bedroom when she was in such a state was beyond her. Was it all just to put on a convincing act?
But hadn’t she just been lecturing him about assuming things about other ponies? It was Fluttershy’s turn to admit to herself she’d been wrong and resolved to do better.
“W-well, I did say we were by the lockers at school so… you want to speak with me privately… yes…” Fluttershy’s voice drifted off thinking about where to take the roleplay next before turning on the spot and facing her bedroom. “We can go to my bedroom, er, I mean the… school broom closet over there. That should give us some privacy. Will that work for you, Rumble?”
“Yes! I mean, yeah sure…” Rumble replied, his voice having deepened so much, he sounded almost like his older brother.
The two walked into Fluttershy’s bedroom, where Fluttershy immediately busied herself with opening the pair of large windows to let in the cool breeze off of the Everfree, glancing briefly at an empty wood stand sat next to a stone fireplace that served to heat the entire house. She looked critically at the bits of ash clinging to the steel grate inside of it. Summer had arrived and there’d be no more need to burn wood; she could only hope Rumble didn’t think of her as a slob for not doing a more thorough cleaning before inviting him inside.
At least she’d remembered to remake her bed after she’d woken up that morning, topping it with a red and pink checkerboard blanket depicting her cutie mark butterflies.
She hopped up onto her bed with a single flap of her wings and gestured next to her with a hoof. “Don’t be shy, Rumble! Come lay next to me.”
“S-sure…”
Fluttershy felt the mattress sag and a warm, welcome body press up against hers. Reactively, she covered it with her wing like she used to when he was younger and felt him press in even closer. She looked over at her bedmate and the pair smiled, Rumble appearing as nervous as Fluttershy felt. “There, now we’re alone, like you wanted. What do you want to talk about?”
“Fluttershy…” Rumble appeared to be summoning the whole of his courage. “You’re the most beautiful and wonderful mare in Ponyville.”
The bed seemed to become infinitely more crowded than it had been a moment ago. And yet…
“Oh, Rumble!” Fluttershy cooed. “That is… the sweetest thing anypony has ever said to me!” Her eyes shined with emotion.
Rumble’s nervous expression vanished entirely, replaced by one of great confidence. “I’m not pretending, Fluttershy. This isn’t an act. I have dreamed of this moment ever since I first met you.”
He stopped speaking to cup his nearest forehoof into hers. “The truth is, Fluttershy, those fillies at school mean nothing to me. I’ve been waiting, working out every day, getting older and stronger in the hopes that one day the dearest mare in my life would finally stop to take notice of me. To give me the chance to show her what she means to me and make her mine…”
She felt her heart melt at the heartfelt declaration of desire. “Oh, Rumble!” she slowly rolled over to her back while still connected to the iron grip of the youth’s hoof, pulling him atop her. “That is how you speak to a mare!”
“Then let me learn how to kiss one next…” Wasting no time, he pressed his tongue into her mouth.
His technique was, to put it lightly, dreadful, and he’d not asked for permission which was a serious breach of etiquette. But he was eager and Fluttershy was nothing if not patient for her favorite helper. She tapped him lightly on his flank and whispered in his ear to make him stop. “Let me help you, Rumble.”
He was every bit as aggressive in bed as he was in the skies, but she slowly tamed his competitive tendencies until their oral duel became a dance, their tongues swirling in choreographed grace as he quickly picked up the skills he needed.
After who could tell how long, Fluttershy withdrew her tongue, causing him to blink. “D-did I do something wrong?”
“Oh! No, no. It’s just that… oh, Rumble, I want to give you more so badly! But, please be careful with me. I’m not ready for foals yet. So, let’s just concentrate on oral for now and… Ah~!”
Instead of answering, Rumble planted a trail of kisses up her neck, swiped his tongue over her pouting upper lip and began licking the back on her left ear.
She instantly felt that every single nerve ending on the sensitive surface had been lit up in erotic flames, instantly reducing her reluctance to ash. “OH RUMBLE! AHHHN~!”
“Wow, you really do like having the outside of your ears licked! Then how about…” Having groomed the back of her ear to perfection, he turned his attention inward to the elaborately coiled helical folds within, working his tongue between the gaps while Fluttershy cooed loudly, the wet slurps and slick pressure of his tongue working against her highly erogenous aural skin causing her to moan louder and louder, her mind and body soon in a state of full surrender.
“I love every inch of you…” He cooed back as he switched ears, repeating the loving attention he’d given the other, adding in gentle bites and nibbles along its entire length punctuated by schlorping, breathy licks that tickled at her eardrums, which heard and felt every single wipe of his tongue he gave her.
The thought of Fluttershy’s deepest shame being worshipped so devoutly by her newly adult lover was more than she could take. Her back arched and her mane of pink whipped gracefully, drumming against the metal bars of her bed frame as she cried out in searing ecstasy and came, gouts of butterscotch-scented nectar soon soaking Rumble’s belly.
The impossible but equally heady thought crept slowly across her mind that she’d just come from the colt she was foalsitting, from just his licking her ears! Unsure how it would be taken by her friends and neighbors alike, she immediately vowed to never let anypony else know, least of all Rainbow Dash.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Rainbow to keep her confidence, it was that it might give her ideas. Fluttershy didn’t put it past her longtime friend to get bored enough one day to start licking somepony’s ears in their sleep until they orgasmed as a prank.
“You’re so beautiful and you taste so good…!” Rumble said reverently, withdrawing from her nipped and ruddy auricles as he lined his muzzle up with her marehood. “Please, Fluttershy, let me treat you the way I’ve always wanted to!” he pleaded even as he was beginning to lower himself towards her.
“Oh-okay! Just remember what I told you and put the mare’s pleasure firssssstttttt~!” Fluttershy closed her eyes and leaned back into her pillow as his tongue probed at the prominent nub of her clitoris and followed that up by slipping his tongue inside her slick and lips to begin assaulting her g-spot with circular strikes against the bumpy grain of her inner walls. The slurping sounds from earlier mingled with the maresong of a very satisfied Fluttershy were now much wetter and even more heated as he lapped the pools of nectar straight from their lovely source.
Her flushed face twisted into a crazy smile her friend Rainbow Dash once described as ‘tucked silly’ as she came again with a bellowing cry, filling his magnificent muzzle with more butterscotch-flavored nectar than it could handle. When she finally came down off her second orgasmic high and looked back up at him, she realized he’d been unable to drink it all down and had spilled her precious essences onto his chin and neck.
Before she could say anything, he quickly corrected his mistake by licking himself, and the blanket, clean.
He’d claimed his ears. He’d orally pleasured his marehood. He’d even made her come twice. And yet… Fluttershy could see it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t yet climaxed himself, and his expression was strained from the throbbing in his stallionhood as he steadfastly refused to spill even a drop of his seed as he serviced his maiden. But he looked much worse for wear. If he didn’t release his pent-up seed, Fluttershy knew it would cause him unbearable pain.
“Please… Fluttershy… Pleeease!” Rumble pleaded with her again, his chin matted with her fragrant secretions and shaft looking painfully engorged beneath him. He needed relief. He needed her.
And she needed him inside her!
“Oh, dear…” Fluttershy knew it was the stupidest thing she could ever do. She knew she was hot enough from the fires of estrus burning within her that this colt could almost impregnate her just by looking at her. She knew she was fertile, and to allow him entry to her would guarantee she would conceive.
But none of it mattered to her just then as he realized that he had to release himself. He had to feel himself inside of her. Had to claim her as his own. To deny him would be both to hurt him physically and to crush him emotionally, and regardless of the danger, Fluttershy simply could not tell this kind and innocent colt — neigh, this virile young breeding stud — ‘no’.
“Okay Rumble… she whimpered submissively; her ears flopped a full ninety degrees to the side like a second pair of wings. “You can enter me… b-but please try not to release inside of me, okay? Please pull out before you come. Just to be safe.”
“I won’t Fluttershy, I promise!” Rumble replied breathlessly, helping her position herself with him belly-to-belly.
Even despite the looming threat of what might happen, Fluttershy couldn’t help but allow her excitement to build. Having spent so much of her life taking care of animals, she grew to love the babies they produced almost as much as their mothers. Content though she was with five great friends and the responsibility her critters provided, the prospect of creating a new life of her own was too interesting and increasingly far too tempting to ignore.
Even if Rumble was by no means mature enough to be a sire for it.
As Rumble pushed past her labia, sinking slowly into the soft, moist, churning walls of her inner stable, she finally understood what Rarity had once told her — that ‘she could do better for herself’. And so she now was, wishing Rarity was there to see her.
She looked up into his eyes, trusting him instantly as she felt him force his first, frantic thrusts to still, not wanting to come too soon — for both her and he. “Thank you for not forgetting about your old friend, Rumble.”
“I never did, Fluttershy. Not even once,” he replied, the pair grunting as he finally gave into his desires and pushed the rest of the way inside of her. Their faces were now mere inches from each other, and Fluttershy could make out all the fine details on his features she’d never noticed before; the freckles on his face, the perfection of his windswept mane, and the now predatory gleam of his dilated pupils, devouring her as hungrily as a timberwolf would a jackalope.
She was all he could see. By his own declaration, she was all he could ever want. But now, he was hesitating his stallionhood sunk deep inside of her.
“Are you sure about this Fluttershy?”
She smiled as she realized that just like his brother, Rumble was a gentlecolt. That even now, about to consummate his one true love, he was asking for her permission!
The idea brought a single, happy tear down Fluttershy’s cheek. “Yes, my love!”
Fluttershy couldn’t have been prouder that the eager colt had asked for consent before entering her. Rumble may have made mistakes during their ‘practice session’ but he was honest where it really mattered.
Applejack would be so proud! She thought as Rumble began to thrust slowly, changing his pacing and angle carefully with her every reaction, gauging quickly what she liked the most; where her favorite spots were and what speed she liked the best.
As she felt all her internal buttons pushed in their proper order, Fluttershy couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done this before or if he just had a really good teacher. He paced himself well, all the better to allow himself to eject before it was too late, Fluttershy thought to herself. She made no attempt at hiding her arousal, her high-pitched filly-like cooing echoing off the walls as the plapping sounds slowly but steadily began to increase in intensity and speed.
His hoof never left hers. Were it Fluttershy’s will alone, it never would.
“You’re doing so well! Oh, Rumble, you are a true gentlecolt! But you need to catch up, I’m getting close!” Fluttershy knew enough about sex to know that once she began to cum, she would clamp down on him hard and not let go. “So don’t hold back now!”
Rumble nodded, mopping the sweat of his eyes once more, before pulling back and slamming himself back in with an audible slap.
“Rumble, yeeeeeeeeeeees!” The slapping of flesh on flesh grew louder and louder as she began to moan and so did he; the colt’s silent and strong facade collapsing under the intensified stimulation of their frenzied thrusting. Droplets of sweat were dripping down off his erotically exerting body onto her belly now, his teeth bared as the bedframe slammed hard against the wall behind it hard enough to rattle the wall.
All time and meaning seemed to drain away as climax slowly began to overtake her, the little co-pilot in Fluttershy’s head sending out one last, desperate warning cry before the inevitable creeping reality of her impending pregnancy began to dawn over them.
She broke free of her sexual stupor at the last possible second. “Rumble! Rumble waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait!”
It was only then she realized it was past the last possible second. “Graaaaaaaah!” Rumble shouted incoherently, gazing down at Fluttershy in dawning horror as his bumpy stallion head flared, the pair anatomically linked one to another as he pumped stream upon stream of foal batter into her defenseless nest, plugging its entrance with his equine flare. So voluminous was the flow, she felt her belly bloat up. Untold days, perhaps weeks, of stored semen poured like a fire hydrant into Fluttershy’s womb.
Rumble kneeled over her silent and shivering from his release until his brain sputtered back to life and they shared a moment of quiet desperation. “Omigosh… Omigosh, Fluttershy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”
He tried to yank his erection out of Fluttershy in a blind panic only to stop when she grunted in pain. They were still bound together by his rock-hard erection.
“It’s too late, Rumble. It’s too late…” Fluttershy looked up at her lover sympathetically. He really hadn’t intended to do what did and the misery he was feeling grieved her very soul.
“I’m so stupid! Why did I do this, Fluttershy?” He gave up trying to pull himself out, instead covering his eyes with his hooves as if to escape what he’d done.
“Because you’re a stallion, Rumble and I am a mare and it’s not about what you did it’s about what we just did!” Fluttershy tapped at her forehooves with her extended hoof. “Look at me, Rumble. Look at me!”
He gasped and looked down at Fluttershy, the apology still written on his visage.
“Rumble, I’m going to say this first and I want you to listen very carefully, I do not blame you for what just happened.”
Rumble nodded silently, though he didn’t look very convinced.
“Second… I want you to know I’m keeping our foal.” Fluttershy’s gaze intensified. “I know neither of us was ready for this, but it’s happened... now … a-” Fluttershy reached beneath her pillow and pulled out a paper bag which began to breathe into. She stopped hyperventilating.
“Whew! What I mean to say is, now that it’s happened, I need you to do your part and be its father.” Fluttershy stuffed the paper bag back underneath the pillow and looked up at him kindly. “You can do this, Rumble…”
“We… can do this,” Rumble replied, a hint of the confident colt Fluttershy knew and loved returning, prompting a smile from Fluttershy.
A pop followed by a rush of cum that poured all down Fluttershy’s stomach and teats heralded the awaited release of their erotic bond as Rumble’s stallion serpent retreated back into its sheath.
Fluttershy grinned wryly. “Well, at least you got that part right...”
The pair laughed nervously as Rumble ran a hoof through his mane and snuggled up with Fluttershy, the pair spooning silently on the bed. He stole a quick kiss to the back of her ear bringing up another eep from his future mother, before tickling her belly lovingly with his hoof.
“Rumble…” Fluttershy spoke after some time.
“Yes, Fluttershy?” Rumble replied hesitantly.
“I love you.” Fluttershy felt him hug her so hard she could feel each of his abdominal muscles against her back.
“I love you too, Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy knew neither of them truly meant it but they would learn to love in time. They had to for their unborn foal. The knot in her stomach loosened as Rumble continued to pet her but didn’t go away. As he did so a new pressure, a far more welcome one, made itself known.
Hope.
Author's Note
'Tuck' isn't a typo. It's being used in place of 'fuck'.
Thanks for reading!
Edits applied 8/7/2021 and 8/8/2021. Because no story is ever perfect.
