Getting Shy

When Patrick woke up, the first thing he became aware of was a slight constriction around his chest. He looked down and saw yellow fur. Something tickled his left cheek and he glanced that way, right at a mess of pink hair. A pony ear was sticking out and it flicked as he watched it. Last night came rushing back and it was all he could do not to bolt upright with a gasp. As it was, his breathing quickened and he concentrated on not moving.

'Shy was still asleep and he wanted to keep it like that for at least another minute. He wanted to think. Had they done anything? Patrick slowly slid his right hand along his side, past his belly and to his pajama bottoms. He was still fully dressed, which meant they probably did nothing more than kiss. That was good. Going too quickly could be a bad mistake with how much baggage the mare had inside her. The fact that she was hugging him this tightly spoke volumes. Pat moved his hand higher up and encountered a few soft feathers. Yes, her wing was across his midriff too.

The light touch made Fluttershy sniff and her ear twitched again so Pat quickly removed his fingers. Let her sleep a little longer. Hopefully she wouldn't be disgusted when she woke up. Hopefully the last night hadn't just been a big mistake for her.

Perhaps, if he woke her up the right way...

Pat's left arm was being used as Fluttershy's pillow, so all he had to work with was his right. He sneaked his hand along his belly, under the wing and, finally, under her foreleg until he could bring it near her face. Then he paused and listened to her breathing. It was steady and unchanged. Good, she was still asleep. Patrick brushed the pink strands away as carefully as he could manage until he revealed a yellow muzzle. Her eyes were tightly shut, but the ear focused in on his breathing. He didn't have much longer it looked like, so Pat just ran his fingers from the tip of her nose, on her cheek, and up the side of her head.

It was cute how her nose wiggled at his touch. He did it again and this time her eyes opened. "Morning, beautiful."

The good news was that she didn't yell and jump away. There was a moment of confusion and then shock as memory flooded back. Her leg from atop his chest pulled back to cover her mouth. "D-D-Did we..." She couldn't even say it and already her muzzle was turning pink.

Patrick took comfort in the fact that they hadn't and that she still wasn't trying to wiggle free. "Don't worry, we didn't," he assured her.

Perhaps that was relief in her eyes and Pat was glad he'd made the decision to take it slow. Clearly 'Shy wasn't yet ready for more, but perhaps a bit of cuddling and some more kissing wasn't out of the question. "It's still early, you can sleep some more."

Her hoof was already on his shoulder and tensing, pushing her away. Her wing slid back to her side, but Fluttershy paused. "I shouldn't- I- I should get up."

"Nothing to do right now. Relax."

She was definitely undecided, judging by the way her lips pressed together and her ears folded back. Comfort won out and 'Shy settled back down. "Maybe five more minutes," she murmured.

This made Pat smile widely, especially when Fluttershy's foreleg went back on his chest and her head back on his arm. She watched his face with a blank expression for a while, then asked: "What happens now?"

"What do you want to happen?"

It was clear she didn't know and the indecision was making 'Shy pull her hoof back. Pat hurriedly put his hand back against her muzzle. "Don't worry. It'll be fine."

"I don't wanna," Fluttershy began, but she had to clear her throat. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship," she finished in a whisper.

"We won't. This just makes it better."

Her ears focused and her muzzle scrunched up as if she wasn't sure, so Pat decided some drastic action was called for. He turned to his side and planted a small kiss on the side of her muzzle.

She just kept watching him quietly, but Pat didn't give up. He gave her another, closer to her mouth. This time there was a slight response, a turning of her face toward him. As he leaned in for the third time 'Shy closed her eyes and he knew she'd give in. Their lips met, their noses touched. He didn't prod any further, simply enjoying the warmth for now. When he pulled away, Fluttershy's lips were slightly parted and her muzzle was already a bit rosy in color. He slid his hand down to her chest fluff and entwined his fingers with her fur.

'Shy splayed her ears and bit her lower lip. It was clear she wanted more, but at the same time she was afraid. Patrick blinked in surprise. Was she a virgin? It would explain why she was so hesitant any at the same time eager. Then again, he wasn't one only thanks to college parties and copious amounts of booze. It wasn't as if he'd ever head anything steady. Most importantly, he didn't want 'Shy afraid, especially of him or what might happen between them. She had to feel that she was in control, which was more or less true anyway. Pat would never force his attentions on her, despite an occasional lack of judgement.

"We go just as far as you're comfortable, okay? I'm just happy to have you around, anything extra is a bonus." Secretly he hoped it would go all the way, but this pony needed very careful handling. If it took him months, then so be it. Something told Pat the wait would be very much worth it. 'Shy was so easy to talk to, so adorable, so... unique, he didn't want to blow it. Once he got her away from Mason it would be even better.

Finally she gave a slight nod and her ears lifted up. The lip-biting was replaced by a small smile. "I, uh, c-could be comfortable with another kiss," she suggested quietly, her eyes darting around and never settling on any one point for more than a second.

She was already lying on Pat's arm, so it was trivial to bring her closer for a proper kiss. This one lasted a bit longer and 'Shy let out a long breath Pat hadn't even been aware she was holding. He reached his tongue closer and encountered hers, questing forward. They played against each other for a few seconds, then split apart. Already both of them were breathing harder, but now a problem occurred. One the movies and stories never mentioned. The pair turned away from each other and took deep, grateful lungfuls of non-morning-breath air. Patrick stared at the ceiling, hoping 'Shy couldn't see his embarrassed blush.

Kissing was out of the question, at least until they either brushed their teeth or had some breakfast. Fluttershy actually giggled at their predicament as she laid her head back down on Pat's arm. "Maybe we can just cuddle for a few minutes," she proposed.

"Yeah, good idea. Sorry. I don't know why this happens, it's not like I don't brush each night!"

He felt the mare shift and looked over to see her lifting her shoulders in a slow shrug. "It's probably just one of those things..."

Despite the unexpected snag, having her warmth next to him was nice. The apartment wasn't cold by any means and there was still some summer left, but the touch of her warm fur was delicious. Pat bent his left arm at the elbow and brought his hand down against Fluttershy's side, hugging her against himself without taking away her makeshift pillow. His fingers ended up somewhere near her belly and he began idly scratching. In response, 'Shy squeezed herself closer, pressing her right pair of legs against him and spreading the left ones across his chest and thigh. It was pure luck she missed his... more personal part. It didn't help when Pat realized this position meant her teats were pressing against his hip. Suddenly he was sorry about the two layers of cloth there. He put his right hand on her hind hoof and squeezed. A moment later her wing snaked back across his belly and 'Shy heaved a comfortable sigh.

A few minutes she had said, which was just as well. Pat became aware of a pressure in his bladder and knew he wouldn't be able to lie still for very long. Maybe he could talk her into waiting in bed for him to return, but he doubted it. As soon as he got up the spell would be broken and 'Shy would soon follow. That was okay too. They'd make breakfast together and then make plans for the day.

In fact-

"Got anything you'd like to do today?" he asked.

"Mmm," the pegasus murmured, thinking. "Um, is there a luna park near here?"

"Luna park?!" Pat wondered where that'd come from.

'Shy lifted her head to look in his face, smiling at some memory. "You know! Cotton candy, carnival games, ferris wheel. Things like that? I haven't been in forever!"

"I'll check the Internet. Tell you what, if we can get there and back before night we'll make a day of it." Now that she'd said it, Pat also couldn't remember the last time he'd visited such a place. He must have done, but the last time was with his parents, at least fifteen years ago and probably more.

Fluttershy's smile widened and her limbs around Pat pressed down. Her muzzle went to his cheek and he got a friendly lick. "Thank you! That would be amazing!"

He remembered the previous day, in the store. "If there's none close enough, wanna go check out the Zoo?"

'Shy froze and her ears folded all the way back. "I'm... afraid to."

"What? Why?"

She looked away, her grip on him loosening. "I'm afraid..." she began, but her breath caught. Pat let her hoof go and put his hand against her muzzle for comfort. "I'm worried the animals aren't being kept well and they're sad. It would break my heart!"

He could believe it. Now that he came to think about it, his few memories from the nearby Zoo hadn't been all that great. Tiny cages, crap everywhere, miserable looking animals. Seeing something like that would probably depress her, silly little emphatic horse that she was. "Okay, I'll see if there are any good zoos near as well. The kind of place where they know how to take care of their animals so they're happy."

The ears came up a little bit and 'Shy gave him a hopeful look. "M-Maybe," she tentatively agreed.

"Don't worry, I won't take you to a bad place," he promised her. A hint of a smile crept back to her muzzle and the yellow tufts focused on him once more. Pat decided to put forward a suggestion of his own. "How about a dinner?"

"Dinner? Um, it's only morning, Pat."

He didn't know how to explain it without sounding like a fool. In the end he just went for it, fool or not. She'd probably laugh it off and that'd be the end of it. "I mean tonight. You know, like a d-date."

The word made 'Shy shrink back a little and she looked down, between them. The splash of red came back to her muzzle. "Date?" she asked, mostly herself.

Patrick sat up, letting her legs and wing slide off. "You're right, it's silly-"

"I'd like that," 'Shy interrupted. "Except..." She sat up, still not looking at him. Her ears drooped lower and lower as she thought about something.

"Except?" Pat prodded.

"Will they accept a pony as a guest?"

Now that she mentioned it Pat wasn't sure either. Would any restaurant serve a pony? No matter, the elation that she'd said yes was enough. "We'll find one that will. And if not, we'll pack the basket and have a picnic in the park, okay?"

That last one seemed more attractive to 'Shy and she perked up. "How about we just do that?"

"Sure, if you'd like. It's a date!"

Having decided, the word made her smile.

"And now, if you'll excuse me..." Pat pulled the covers off himself and lifted himself over Fluttershy. A few joints popped as he stood up. He remembered his thought form last night. "Stay here, I'll make you breakfast in bed!"

Already she was shaking her head. "No, no, I couldn't- That would be lazy-"

"I insist."

She bit her lip in thought, then shrugged a little to herself and flopped down on her back. "Okay, if you insist. Can I go to the bathroom at least?"

"Sure. As long as you come straight back to bed!"

Fluttershy put her right hoof on her chest and lifted the left one up. "I promise."

Pat couldn't help himself, it was just too cute. He leaned down and left a peck against the side of her muzzle before hurrying out of the room to empty what was full.

"Um, that was pretty good," Fluttershy said, still sitting in the bed which was now covered with crumbs. The empty plates were stacked on the nightstand beside them and she was just finishing her glass of strawberry fizz.

"Glad you liked it."

Her eyes wandered down to the mess they'd made. "It's just... this is why I prefer to eat at a table, Pat," she chided, brushing some breadcrumbs from the cover to the floor.

"Yeah, but sometimes it's nice to get waited on, isn't it?"

She didn't look entirely certain. "Not when I have extra work to clean it up after."

Patrick put one hand on her withers and took the empty glass with his other. "I'll vacuum, deal?"

Her muzzle scrunched up and she was about to shake her head in refusal, but Pat tightened his hold.

"I insist!" he insisted.

Fluttershy let out a breath she'd taken to repeat herself and nodded. Perhaps there was a small smile on her muzzle? "Okay," she agreed. "Thanks."

"Like I said, think of it as a vacation, right? I should've cleaned up the other day, not let you do it."

"I didn't mind," 'Shy said quickly. She was carefully folding the bedsheets off her so that the crumbs wouldn't fly all over the place.

When Pat saw, he reached out and took the fabric from her. He had to marvel how she was holding the edges in her ankles. She certainly was one clever, cute horse. Pony, he corrected. 'Shy didn't like it if he used the wrong term, even though Pat didn't know why. "Hey, are there horses on your world?"

Fluttershy blinked in surprise at the sudden and unexpected question. "It's hard to tell," she answered. "The ponies from Saddle Arabia are taller and they look a bit like Earth horses, but we still call them 'ponies'. I guess... maybe?"

"Huh. Interesting."

She slid to the edge of the bed and was about to stand, but Patrick kneeled on the floor and intercepted her. She froze, hesitating for a second, then leaned over so they could kiss. This time she tasted of strawberry and egg yolk. It wasn't unpleasant, especially when her hooves slipped around his neck and she got into it. Pat was noticing that 'Shy, true to her name, was reluctant to begin any kind of intimacy, but when it started she really enjoyed it and sometimes even let the sensations carry her away. Even now she pushed her tongue forward, giving him a better taste of her breakfast, and a quiet, low moan escaped through her nose. He looked, but her eyes were closed and she was apparently lost in the moment. His hands moved almost without his conscious control, sliding around the pegasus as he took her completely into his lap. Her hind hooves sought for a moment, but found purchase on his legs. Throughout it all Fluttershy never gave a sign that she wanted to end the kiss, even when she was held in the air only by Pat's arms around her and her hooves on his shoulders.

The entire time she wrestled with his tongue, exploring, tasting, retreating when he pushed at her, then regrouping and attacking again. Her sighing moans came with each breath now and Patrick felt feathers press against his back. She shifted her head, rubbing her nose past his. It tickled and he involuntarily pulled away. As he opened his eyes, he saw the tip of her tongue vanishing back into her mouth.

"Sorry. Tickles," he explained.

'Shy looked away and blushed, but Pat kissed the side of her muzzle.

"I kinda like it."

In response she gave him a gentle, ticklish nuzzle. He couldn't help chuckling, but it didn't last long. A moment later her lips sought out his once more and the assault began in earnest once more. 'Shy squeezed him more tightly with both legs and wings and ground her hips against the fabric of his pants. Her hind legs slipped, dropping her down so she straddled his leg. Even through the cloth he could feel how warm she was. When she pushed herself closer, a moan escaped her and Patrick knew this was it. He was already diamond-hard and now she really wanted it. Her tongue moved like lightning, twirling around his for a second, then pushing forward to flick past his teeth, then going back to run over his lips. She moaned again and got his lip between her teeth. She bit a little, surprising him enough to pull away.

"Ow!" It hadn't really hurt, but he wasn't expecting it and it had come as a shock from the normally reserved and timid mare.

His involuntary exclamation broke the spell and 'Shy gasped as she jumped back. "Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry, Pat! I don't know what came over me!"

He reached out and tried to pull her back, but Fluttershy moved out of his reach. "It's okay, I was just surprised," he pleaded.

Unfortunately 'Shy was shaking her head firmly. "N-No, um. I think we should s-stop," she said, muzzle quite red from both desire and embarrassment. She looked like she was about to bolt.

It was hard, but Pat closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. Too soon. She wasn't ready yet, despite her urgent moaning and grinding. She was still too afraid of it and he'd have to give her more time to get used to her new feelings and desires. "Um, 'Shy. Have you ever... well, you know. With a guy? Stallion, I guess?"

The blush deepened and she shook her head the barest fraction. It explained a lot and he'd been guessing the same. Pat made sure to smile as he reached, but this time only to lay a palm against her cheek, not to grab her. She allowed herself to be touched, but tensed up to move away if he tried to hold her. "That's nothing to be ashamed about. I still mean it, you know? We won't do anything you're not comfortable with."

It helped and her smile returned. She nuzzled his hand and closed her eyes for a moment. When they opened, she was staring right at him. "In that case, I think that was enough for now. I... I need to think."

"Sure. Take all the time you need. Wanna watch a movie or play a game?"

She jumped at the chance to take her mind off the present topic, but before she gave in her head leaned to one side. "Um,y-you said something about a- a picnic date?"

"Sure! I'll make us sandwiches and we'll go in the afternoon. In the meantime, I'll see if I can find a luna park or a zoo for us to visit, okay?"

Her smile... well, 'blossomed' was the only appropriate word Patrick could think of. She stepped closer and threw her hooves around his neck again. She kissed his cheek, careful not to start something she couldn't back out of. "Thank you, Pat! I'll go do the dishes from last night..." she began, but remembered her breakfast and grabbed the two plates from the nightstand. "I might as well do them all while I'm at it. Uh, could you bring the glass?"

"Sure. Want me to help with the dishes?"

She gave it some thought, then shook her head. "No, it'll be faster if I just do them." Her gait out of the room was a bit wobbly since she was balancing two plates on an upturned hoof.

Pat heaved a sigh and adjusted his severely chafing pants. He noticed a cold spot and looked a little closer. There was a tiny damp patch where 'Shy had been sitting. Virgin or no, she wanted it. He couldn't help grinning like an idiot. It was going to happen, sooner or later. He glanced around to make sure 'Shy wasn't standing behind him, then rubbed a finger on the damp spot. He brought it to his nose. It had the tangy sharpness of stale urine, which Pat guessed was universal, at least for mammals, but there was also a sweet undertone. Pat wondered what 'Shy tasted like. He inhaled again, but the faint smell was gone and there was just the scent of... well, ladyparts.

His pants began to feel constricting once more and he adjusted them again. Hopefully she wouldn't accidentally feel the boner when they cuddled, or if she did, she wouldn't be afraid of it. Maybe he could take a few extra minutes in the bathroom to take care of it, then he should be fine for a few hours. Strange how living with a little pastel horse was both exhilarating and weird. Pat shook his head in wonder and stood up. He remembered to pick up the glass before he left.