Fluttershy's Peanut Butter Problem

by tailsopony

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Fluttershy, Sex, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2653

Fluttershy needs to think about her future. She also needs some peanut butter.

Fluttershy is about to move out from her parents place, and is looking for a nice spot near Ponyville. She decides to have a picnic and think about it. The picnic is definitely not an excuse to grab a whole jar of peanut butter. Just for herself.

I mean, that would be weird. And Fluttershy isn't weird. Right?

Whoops. Wrote a sequel. Sequel not as dark as it looks, but def has dub-con and bestiality.
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/502349/fluttershys-peanut-butter-solution

Published 2021-09-02 15:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-09-02 15:30:00 UTC

A Peanut Butter Picnic

Fluttershy’s heart beat rapidly. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Carefully, she looked around the glade, taking stock of the details.

The canopy cover was heavy enough that no wandering pegasi would see her. The sun was still high enough that her parents wouldn’t come looking for her, at least for a few hours. The mossy glade would be comfortable to rest in, and the woods surrounding it were just thick enough that it would hide her. She was far enough into Whitetail Woods that nopony should stumble by.

Fluttershy swallowed. She was going to get away with this.

Oh. She hoped nopony found her. Right now, she could claim it was a picnic. Or a tea party. She’d prepped for one, after all. There was a red checkered blanket, a basket, a thermos full of tea, several small tea biscuits, a jar of jam, and of course the peanut butter.

Fluttershy licked her dry lips. Her mom hadn’t minded that she’d borrowed the small plates or the jam. But she hadn’t asked about the peanut butter. Fluttershy hoped her mom didn’t notice it was missing.

Swishing her tail, she looked around the glade. There was a nice little brook here, and a hill just up the way. It was possibly the most peaceful place she’d found on the ground, and it was only a short jaunt to Ponyville. Maybe she’d move in here when she moved out in a few months.

Her parents would certainly help her put a little house together, if only to get her out of theirs. Rainbow would help her, too. Zephyr might… show up. If Rainbow was here.

Fluttershy continued to nervously scan the woods around the glade as she set her blanket up. For now, she kept the picnic in the basket.

No ponies had wandered this way yet. The glade was quiet and relaxing, the little brook was bubbling, and the air was cool.

She held her breath, listening intently to the silence. Slowly, she took out the jar of peanut butter. It felt heavier than it should, and cooler to the touch than she expected. It slipped out of her hooves, causing her to cry in surprise.

“Eep!”

It thunked into the soft blanket, rolling slightly and stopping on its side with the big peanut facing up. Fluttershy’s heart raced as she rapidly looked around the glade. She desperately sucked in air as her eyes watered.

There was nopony here. She knew that. Nopony saw her drop the… peanut butter. It hadn’t cracked. It was fine.

Fluttershy closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. It was okay. Nopony had seen her. This place was private. She was here for the privacy.

Slowly, she opened her teary eyes and picked up the peanut butter with a shaking hoof, setting it up right on the blanket. Blinking, she felt a few terrified tears run down her cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, she sat down and stared at the peanut butter. On one corner of her blanket was the basket. On another was Fluttershy, and across from her was the peanut butter. The forest canopy kept the light muted and shadowed, even though it was a sunny day.

Fluttershy took a deep breath of the calming forest air, and glanced at the empty corner.

There were a few ways she could play this out. She could abandon the plan, and sit down and have some tea. Just a perfectly innocent tea party in a calming forest. She smiled, the idea was nice.

Then, of course, she could do what she planned to do. She glanced at the peanut butter and felt her heart rate jump. The glade was private, and nature wouldn’t mind what she was planning. It wouldn’t defile the glade, but it would make it her own personal heaven for a little while. Once she was gone, the peaceful forest would be back and she would be… satisfied. Nopony would see, and it wouldn’t hurt anypony.

She glanced at the empty corner. There was also the other option. It terrified her, but it would require one of her forest friends to show up. The forest might remember that, if she could go through with it. The thought had tantalized her for weeks, ever since she’d watched Clementine, the Apple’s dog, for a weekend. Clementine had been an affectionate pooch, always cuddling and nuzzling Fluttershy. It had been nice.

Right before Clementine had to go, she’d nuzzled Fluttershy right under her wing and given a little nip. The electric shock had terrified Fluttershy at first, but that night when she was alone in bed, she’d realized that she’d liked it. Really liked it.

She hadn’t gone so far as to touch herself, or anything. She wasn’t a naughty filly, but she had imagined Clementine nuzzling under her wing and nipping at her. Then she imagined Clementine nuzzling up her barrel, and up her neck. Little sharp nips would be left, and big wet doggy kisses all the way up to behind Fluttershy’s ears. She’d melted into her pillow that night, only stopping when she realized her tail was flagging under the covers and Clementine’s imagined kisses were going down her back.

Fluttershy shuddered.

Peanut butter. Clementine had loved peanut butter. So did Fluttershy. They’d shared the treat once or twice, Fluttershy giggling at Clementine’s silly licking face as she tried to lick it all down. She hadn’t made the naughty connection until well after Clementine had left.

Just a little peanut butter, and Clementine’s tongue would have been all over her.

Fluttershy licked her lips, staring at the peanut butter. “Mmm…”

The treat had taken a lascivious turn for her, and now the once innocent jar made her nervous and her heart spin. She’d planned on experimenting with it today. Just a little. Fluttershy shook as she slowly opened the jar.

Inside was a perfectly smooth, virgin peanut butter surface. It was glossy in the light, and Fluttershy was afraid to mar the pristine jar. It smelled sweet.

She glanced around the glade once more. Nothing. Just her, her basket, and her peanut butter.

Fluttershy closed her eyes. She’d packed a butter knife, but she didn’t come all the way out here today just to put a knife in the peanut butter. She touched the glass rim with her hoof, keeping her eyes closed as she softly tapped the cool glass.

“Clink.”

The noise it made should have been quiet, but it was nearly deafening. Fluttershy licked her lips and pressed down harder, firmly settling her hoof on the rim. She sucked in a breath, listening to the babbling brook. The peaceful noise was calming.

Her eyes opened as she continued to hold her breath. She wanted to watch.

Slowly, she slipped her hoof off the side of glass and towards the large opening in the middle. Her hoof dipped down, towards the virgin peanut butter.

She licked her lips. It really was virgin, nopony had ever touched that little smooth surface of peanut butter. It was a new jar. She would be the first pony, and she wasn’t planning on eating it. Not right away, at least. First, she was going to defile it.

Fluttershy’s hoof shook as she slowly dipped it into the surface, letting out her held breath in a sigh as the cool butter deformed around her hoof. “Muh…”

Butterflies twirled in her stomach, as she lifted the hoof, noting how the peanut butter stuck to it. It stretched, leaving a little mound shaped like the tip of her hoof in the now defiled jar.

She’d done it. There was no going back. The peanut butter clung to her hoof with a debauched, sticky grip. She was dirty now, and so was the peanut butter. Nopony else would want it. She’d been in it, and it was on her.

Fluttershy’s whole body shook as she lifted her hoof to her mouth and gave a lick. The peanut butter was creamy and sticky, sweet in her tongue. Her hoof felt warm as her tongue lavished it.

She was so dirty. The feeling of the tongue on her sensitive inner hoof made her tingle, and the sweet flavor made her smile. Slowly, she put the hoof in her mouth, and sucked. Her mouth felt hotter than normal, and the full sensation of her hoof in her mouth was satisfying.

Slowly, she pulled her hoof out and hummed. “Hmm…” She glanced around the glade. Nopony had seen her. The deformed peanut butter called to her. It was ruined. Nopony else would want it. Only her.

Oh, did she want it.

This time, Fluttershy dunked her still saliva covered hoof into the peanut butter jar. She stared at it, glaring intently as her hoof sunk beneath the surface. The little bit of saliva coating it mixed with the peanut butter creating a thin sheen of wet peanut butter mash.

Fluttershy grinned. It wasn’t just the tip. If the peanut butter could beg, it might. She was the only pony who wanted it now, and she was sure it wanted to be used. If peanut butter had wants, it wouldn’t want to be wasted. She twisted her hoof, enjoying the cool oily feel of the butter.

This was her jar.

Her voice was surprisingly aggressive. “You like that, huh?” She giggled, amused at how silly she was being, but still getting a thrill.

She pulled her hoof out, leaving a large, deep hole in the peanut butter. Glaring at the jar, she tried to lick her hoof while pretending to be seductive. “Look at you. All open for me… Mmm…” She licked up and down her wrist, coating her tongue in the sweet butter, and her wrist in her saliva.

She saw some of her fur deep in the jar, tainting the butter. “What a dirty jar you are…”

Fluttershy licked her lips, looking at the jar. That was her hair. The jar had her in it, and she had its peanut butter in her. Her wings began to spread as she couldn’t fight it anymore. “Lucky for you, you’re my dirty jar.”

Fluttershy dove snout first into the jar, sinking her nose into the peanut butter. She opened her mouth and began to lick, mixing her spit and peanut butter all over the inside.

She was ruining it. This wasn’t just contaminated, this was completely destroyed. Fluttershy lifted her head up, taking the jar with her as the now wet peanut butter and saliva mix dripped down her neck. She couldn’t see anything but peanut butter. She couldn’t taste anything other than peanut butter. The smell was overpowering.

Loud slurping and moaning filled the air as she fell onto her back, resting on her blanket and smearing it with peanut butter. Fluttershy wasn’t a good filly.

She was naughty. She’d came here to be naughty, but she hadn’t been sure how naughty she’d get.

Groaning, she flapped her wings fruitlessly into the ground as she talked to the peanut butter. “Mmm… Yesh… Yur my jar.”

Her wings felt sticky, the blanket was sticky, and her barrel and hooves were covered in the treat. She shuddered, feeling her hooves trace up and down her stomach, smearing the peanut butter into her fur.

The peanut butter was now just a stain on her coat. She’d taken it, ruined its purpose, and reduced it to this shadow of what it could have been. Fluttershy’s hooves trailed lower, dragging through the peanut butter. Her head was still in the jar, maybe even trapped.

They’d become one. Her and the peanut butter had both been ruined.

Fluttershy shook. “I’m inside of you…”

Slowly, she stopped fighting the urge to lift her tail. She imagined how she looked, laying on her back, covered in peanut butter, flagging for the world to see.

What a slut.

Fluttershy giggled into the peanut butter jar. She’d been a good filly all her life, but now she was naughty. And naughty fillies touched themselves. Of course, it wouldn’t just be her. It would be the peanut butter all over her hoof.

Carefully, she felt her hoof touch her outer labia. The silky flesh was quickly tainted by the peanut butter, and Fluttershy moaned. Her touch felt like Clementine had. The sticky wet hoof had felt alien, and the sensation had tingled.

Fluttershy gently twirled around her labia with her hoof, letting it kiss her twitching flesh. She moaned into the jar. “Yeshh…”

Her hoof defiled her, mixing the peanut butter with her new fluids. Fluttershy groaned, straining to spread her legs as wide as she could as she lay on the now defiled blanket. Her hoof was slick with peanut butter, and her pussy was soft.

Fluttershy giggled in between her pants as she masturbated. So this was what it was like. Each gentle thrust made her tingle, and let out a lurid squelch. How naughty. Her thoughts drifted from the peanut butter to Clementine, and she imagined warm wet licks all over her.

Her wings beat frantically as she imagined her friends dog crawling all over her, licking her and nibbling her as it eagerly went for the peanut butter. Out here in the woods, nopony would see. Out here all alone, she could do what she wanted. She could have Clementine lick, and lick, and lick. Clementine wouldn’t mind. Clementine loved peanut butter.

Fluttershy shook, quivering as she felt a strange sensation fill her up. She couldn’t stop. Clementine wouldn’t stop. The peanut butter wouldn’t want her to stop. It wanted to be used. It wanted to be her toy. Fluttershy cried out as something inside her rolled forward, rising from her peanut butter covered pussy and filling her body with tingles.

“Ah! Ah! Oh… My!”

She shook, quivering into her jar and laying in her sticky mess as the tingles ran up and down her body. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe. She thrust her hips upwards once, then collapsed back into the mess. Her mess.

Fluttershy started to giggle. How silly. How fun. She lay for a moment, suddenly very tired. Droopily, she opened her eyes to see the inside of a peanut butter jar, and she gave a long, slow lick.

Rainbow Dash had been doing loop de loops over Ponyville. She was pretty sure she was going to move in over that town, and she was also pretty sure her friend Fluttershy was as well. It was about time for them both to move out of the house. She kind of wanted to move in with Fluttershy, but wasn’t sure the timid mare would want to live off the ground. So they could be friends, but they probably wouldn't be roommates.

Still, Shy would make a pretty cool roommate. And Flutters needed some company. She’d be too timid to do things on her own. Maybe Dash could convince her somehow?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she thought she heard a scream. Dash’s ears honed into the sound. Was that Fluttershy?

Like a bullet, Dash took off across the sky. It wasn’t far, Dash was lucky she had been close enough to hear her friend’s scream. Tearing through the canopy, Dash landed in a glade.

Fluttershy was laying on her back, head stuck in a jar, absolutely covered in peanut butter and giggling wildly. Dash was about to ask her what was going on when she caught a whiff. It wasn’t just peanut butter in the air. Rainbow raised an eyebrow, and looked closer at the scene, noting Fluttershy’s slippery hoof and very exposed, and peanut butter covered vagina.

Dash blinked, looked around the nearly empty glade, and then silently took off.

Maybe Fluttershy wouldn’t need a roommate after all.

Author's Note

I haven't even re-read this. Straight from the mind to the website. You can be the pre-readers. You fools.