Getting Shy

Patrick woke up later than usual, but that was okay because Fluttershy was still out cold. Somehow they'd gotten turned around in the night and she was on his other side. Her head was resting just off the pillow, but she didn't seem to mind at all. She was also hogging the blankets, but it was warm enough that being half-uncovered didn't bother Pat at all. He was about to roll to his side and spoon her for a few more minutes, but there was something extremely important he had to do first.

Carefully, gently, hoping she wouldn't wake up, Pat slid out of the bed and stood up. The bathroom beckoned and having slept in made it that much more urgent. Maybe the noise of the flush would wake 'Shy up, but he just had to take that chance. Pat hurried to do the urgent bit of business.

When he was back he sat on the bed and thought about bringing her breakfast again. He decided to rather just get back in bed and try to recapture that peaceful moment for a while longer. Fluttershy hadn't moved while he was gone, which meant she was probably still asleep and wouldn't mind some more snuggling. He slid back into the warm spot, letting out a luxurious sigh even though the room wasn't really cold. He wasn't wearing his pajamas and it was nice to press up against a very warm pony back. His hand went to her side and slid under her folded-up wing.

The touch finally elicited a response and 'Shy stretched out her hooves. She was quite near the wall, so all she did was press herself more firmly against Pat. In lieu of saying good morning Pat lifted himself up on his elbow and kissed her cheek. It was exactly when Fluttershy yawned, but it still counted, judging by the tiny smile afterwards. Her eye opened and focused on him.

"Ahh," 'Shy yawned once more and turned to her back. Pat's hand slid off, but she gripped it with her foreleg and deposited it on her belly. It was a nonverbal command he couldn't ignore and he started scratching. "Good morning," came the quiet, sing-song voice. "I had the most wonderful dream..."

"Wanna tell me about it?"

Her ears lowered and a blush appeared. "Um, I don't wanna say it out loud. Come closer."

Patrick did so, leaning down until their noses were almost touching. He waited, curious, to hear what 'Shy had to say, but she just lunged up into a kiss. A hoof caught him around the neck and pulled him down, pressing him more firmly against that soft, fuzzy muzzle. Before Pat could really respond, her equine tongue forced its way past his lips to sneak a taste. It only lasted a few moments before she released him.

"It was just that."

"Just that? Sure it wasn't anything more?"

Her blush went from a light rouge to a full-on flush, but 'Shy shook her head. "Just that. Um, there was a lot of it, though?" Her eyes slid away and her ears lowered. The red in her cheeks intensified until he thought he could feel the heat of it.

Pat suddenly knew. This was it. Their time.

It was going to happen. Before, whenever she'd suspected of things going this way, 'Shy had made her escape. This time, she was blushing, sure, but she wasn't making any move to get away, just watching him expectantly. There was both fear and desire in that look.

"How about if I do this," he said huskily as his hand travelled lower down her belly. He found her mounds and they seemed to be scorching hot under his fingers. For an instant Pat worried Fluttershy might have a fever, but he realized she'd been wrapped up in the blanket while he'd been out in the relatively cool air. She was hot under his hand and it felt great. He became aware that 'Shy was biting her lower lip. She liked his touch and that sent a lot of his blood flowing down. He kept the pressure against her teats and came in for another kiss.

Their lips barely connected before 'Shy went on the assault again. This time he didn't let her have full dominion and pushed her back, working his own tongue into her mouth. Each time he had done that he'd been surprised at how soft and warm she was and this time was no exception. Fluttershy yielded under his attack, merely brushing his tongue with hers and not trying to force him back out. He explored as far as he could reach, noting how her teeth were a lot flatter than his.

All this time his fingers danced on her mounds, finding first one nipple, then the other. She only had two, small, but perky. She wasn't 'endowed', not exactly, but that just made it more exotic. The bumps he found were incredibly stiff and it took Pat a few seconds to realize what that meant. She was turned on, hard. He pinched one between his fingers, making the mare gasp and draw breath from him. He kept the pressure on her nipple and the sharp inhalation turned into a low moan.

When he tried to pull back, 'Shy wanted to keep the kiss going and caught his tongue between her teeth. This in turn made Pat grunt in pleasant surprise. He pulled away anyway so he could see her expression. The red in her muzzle was still there, but her eyes were half-lidded and she was licking her lips where a bit of spittle had escaped. Her nostrils flared with each short, shallow breath she was taking.

"D'you," Pat mumbled. "Do you-"

Fluttershy froze and looked away. Even now she was uncertain, looking for answers in the room beyond. She bit her lip again and her eyes sought out his.

"It's gonna be fine, I promise. I won't hurt you." Perhaps there was a touch of begging in his voice, but Patrick needed it to happen. It had been too long, teasing, kissing, even sleeping in the same bed. It was time to move forward.

Fluttershy closed her eyes and Pat was starting to fear she'd say no again. He remembered his hand on her teats and gave them a hopefully encouraging squeeze, which made her breath catch. It felt like minutes, but was probably more like a few seconds, before 'Shy opened her eyes and looked at his face once more. She brought up a hoof and laid it against his cheek.

She mumbled something and looked away, muzzle going an even darker red.

"What was that?" He almost didn't dare hope she'd said yes. He turned his head to bring his ear nearer her mouth to hear better.

"It's my first time," she whispered, barely on the edge of hearing. She seemed embarrassed about the fact.

It just made Pat diamonds. He'd get to show this sweet little creature the delight of sex! Of course she both wanted and feared it, if she didn't know what to expect. Her reluctance made a lot of sense. Patrick turned back to give 'Shy a reassuring smile and kissed the tip of her nose. "We'll go slow. If you want it to stop, you just have to say, okay?"

That did a lot to calm her down and the mare gave a tentative smile.

Pat forced himself to forget about his own boner for now, this was Fluttershy's first experience and it was critically important for it to be the best possible one. He took his hand away from her mounds and lifted himself up so he was lying on her. Most of his weight was on his elbows because he didn't want to crush her pony body. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Pat was by no means a master of the art, but he'd spent a lot of time thinking about it, so he had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do. First, he locked his lips with hers once again, because it was something familiar which she already enjoyed. He let her explore his mouth for a while before pulling back. He thought about doing the same thing she had, but he didn't want to bite her tongue, so he just caught it with his lips. They pulled apart with a wet slurp.

The next kiss was on her neck, where Pat did his best to get a good taste of her fur. She hadn't showered the previous day, so it only smelled of her and tasted a tiny bit salty. Fluttershy seemed to love his tongue there, at least judging by the moan she let out. Her hooves, not knowing where to go, ended up on Pat's shoulders and she did her best to keep him in place. Unfortunately he had other plans and pulled away. He lifted himself up so he could look down her entire belly. Her hind legs were splayed and her rump was pressing against his shorts. Pat could also see that her wings were slightly spread and she was using them to arch her back. He put a hand on her belly and gave it a light push.

"Relax," he commanded.

'Shy slumped down. Her forelegs, having slid from his shoulders, folded down at her sides and she watched him with a curious, if slightly worried expression. There was some fear there because she didn't know exactly what was going to happen. Patrick wondered if she'd read about it, or if Equestrian schools had sex ed.

"Remember, just say stop if you don't like something, deal?" It was important that she felt in control of the situation.

Her smile grew in response and she gave a slight nod. That was good enough and Pat slid back down, careful not to pull at her tail. He lowered his head until his face met that soft, furry belly. Her bellybutton was hard to see under the yellow fuzz, but Pat found it by feel. He poked his tongue in as gently as he could, but that made 'Shy squirm and bat at his head with her hooves.

"Stop it, that tickles!" she giggled. Rather than pulling away, Pat pressed more firmly, trying to get a good, solid lick. The giggles turned into a gasp and she stopped trying to push him aside. Her forelegs slid down lifelessly. For a short while Pat explored the tiny indent, very aware of how Fluttershy sighed and groaned, and how her hips bucked every now and then. Perhaps it was another erogenous zone, he thought.

He raised himself a little so he could see her face, but 'Shy wasn't looking at him. She was staring fixedly at the ceiling, mouth open so she could take quick breaths. Smiling a little to himself, Patrick moved once more, sliding even lower until he found himself face to face with her teats. He'd never had a chance to look at them this close, so he took a moment for a quick inspection. Her flesh was pink and the mounds were barely visible shapes, even without the fur. The biggest clues were the two, tiny bumps. Pat brought his mouth closer slowly, almost reverentially. He began by planting a kiss on the boundary between flesh and fur, which made Fluttershy gasp and twitch. She hadn't been expecting that, obviously. Then Pat followed with his tongue, first just the tip, then laying it flat against her flesh. When 'Shy let out her breath it came as a low, throaty moan.

She barely had time to take another deep gulp of air before it was driven from her once again as he dragged his tongue up and across the nipple. It felt as hard as a pebble when he caught it between his lips. He flicked his tongue at it a few times, before releasing it and giving it another long lick. It felt as if Fluttershy's whole body was pushing up, mashing her teats more firmly against his face. Pat repeated the same treatment for her other mound and the moan rose an octave. Her hind legs were trying to wrap around his neck and Pat helped by gripping her buttocks with both hands. This close to her private parts he could smell her arousal as a very pleasing mixture of sweet and tangy. It was hard to compare it to anything else because 'Shy smelled completely exotic.

It was probably because she was a pony, he thought. That reminded him and, with a last kiss, he sat up and left her sensitive breasts for a moment. Fluttershy gave him a slightly disappointed look, but then she realized he was probably about to move on and her breath caught. Rather than going further down immediately, Pat took one of her hind hooves with both hands and grinned at the confused mare. Her eyes widened when he brought it to his lips and ran his tongue around the inside edge.

"Oh-" she tried to say, but it got torn away from her in a long, drawn out groan. Her head slammed back on the bed and her back arched further as she pushed against the mattress with her wings. His second lick made her gasp and her leg jerked, almost kicking him in the face. Pat didn't mind, happy to be able to give her this much pleasure with something so simple. He flattened his tongue and pressed it against the frog.

"Oh, goodness!" she managed to get out this time, but it was quickly covered by another moan as Pat kept going.

Maybe it had been the abstinence, but he felt like he was about to burst just from doing this to Fluttershy. The thought spurred him on and he began licking her frog in earnest. He saw how 'Shy was gripping the bed with her forelegs and how her wings were spreading wider with each rise and fall of her chest. He also felt her free hind hoof press against his belly, desperate for something to touch. It was time to switch and he grabbed the errant hoof with his hand, but Fluttershy gave him a pained, pleading look. "P-Please," she whined. "I want it!"

Pat did, too, but he knew if he stuck it in her, he'd come in about two seconds flat, which was no good. At the very least he had to get her off before that. He let her hooves go and lowered himself yet again, this time bringing him face to face with her hidden treasure. It was a bit like the pictures he'd seen on the Internet, but smaller and somehow cute. The thought popped up unbidden: her mare's flower. As he watched she winked at him, which made him groan with suppressed desire.

A whine from up above reminded him that Fluttershy was waiting and he leaned down, tongue already extended. His aim was a little off, but that worked out perfectly. He touched her outer lips first, before licking up in a slow, luxurious stroke. He made sure to aim just beside where her clit was pushing out with each wink. She would be extra sensitive, especially for her first time, and too much stimulation all at once would border on pain, rather than pleasure. At least that's what Patrick figured; in any case it wouldn't hurt to take it slow and tease her a little.

Even that slight touch was enough to get 'Shy moaning and bucking her hips, desperate for some more contact. Fresh fluids dribbled out, adding to what was already a sizable puddle around her tail, and her clit winked out again and again, each appearance punctuated by a grunt or a whimper. Curiosity won out once more and Pat used his thumb to pull the labia away, revealing a very pink inside. The soft, supple flesh was well lubricated and slid out of his grasp when she winked again.

"Pleeeease," came another moan, desperate to go on, and Pat leaned in again.

He'd been a bit worried about what she might taste like, but it was mostly tasteless, perhaps just a touch tangy. It wasn't delicious, as he'd been led to believe by the Internet, but neither was it bad. His tongue was quickly coated with mare lubricant and he dragged it up, stopping just short of her winking button. The fluids dribbled around his chin, hot against his skin. He repeated the gesture a few more times, each time earning another moan, slightly higher pitched. Suddenly he wondered if, on some deep level, he'd known when he first met Fluttershy driving that lawnmower that he'd one day be nose-deep in her pussy.

Maybe that was what attracted him to her? Some kind of weird premonition?

Pat pushed the thought away and focused on servicing the mare, who was squirming under his touch, rocking her hips and trying desperately to grind herself against his face. He stiffened his tongue and dug it a little deeper, pleasantly surprised by just how supple and, above all, warm her insides were. More of her juices ran down his chin, but he ignored them and concentrated instead on getting his tongue inside the tight entrance, between her folds of wet flesh. The texture inside her was indescribable and Pat lost himself in the moment. He licked, he lapped, he kissed, all the while massaging Fluttershy's buttocks with his hands. Every now and then one of her hind hooves lightly smacked the side of his head as 'Shy was losing control of her limbs in the midsts of her euphoria.

The groans and moans were reaching an apex and 'Shy was bucking wildly now, grinding his nose into her folds and showing him she was very near her limit. There were no longer any restraints or shame, just her burning need and the sensations between her legs. Patrick replaced his tongue with a finger, reaching even deeper and massaging her inner walls. At the same time he planted his lips around her button and laid his tongue against it. A moan turned into a squeal and he would have pulled back, but Fluttershy's hoof pressed his head further in. He knew, or rather suspected, how sensitive it was, so he used a light touch, letting 'Shy get used to it before pressing harder and licking faster.

Her next moan went up in pitch and volume and Fluttershy tried to speak. "Yes... yes yes, please... I'm al-" she swallowed and let out another grunt as Pat flicked her clit with his tongue. "I'm almost-" she gasped. "Almost... Please! Yes!"

He kept up exactly what he was already doing, except that he pushed his finger even deeper, spreading her open a little wider as he looked for the fabled g-spot.

"Mpmhmphm!" she blubbered, unable even to form words anymore. There was urgent, desperate need in her wordless plea and her hind legs squeezed around Pat's head to urge him further. It might have been her first time, but 'Shy knew what felt good and wanted more of it. Suddenly she froze up, her squirming and rocking stilled. Her love button failed to make another appearance too and Pat suddenly worried something was wrong. Had he inadvertently hurt her? He was about to pull away and look, but Fluttershy must have sensed it, because her forehooves came down on his head and she held him there with all her strength. His face was mushed almost painfully into her eager marehood.

The stillness lasted only a few seconds, then 'Shy let out a deep-throated cry of relief and pleasure, and at the same time rolled her hips and ground her pussy against his face even while her forelegs held Pat in place. Her hind legs kicked feebly and erratically and Fluttershy came, hard. She squirted more of her fluids against Pat's chin and neck and her clit came out again and again, flicking against his waiting tongue.

"Aaaaaaaaah! Aah! Ah." 'Shy squealed as spasm after spasm shook her small frame. Her entrance clenched around Pat's finger and her wings thrashed against the bed.

For his part, Pat held still, making sure to keep both finger and tongue in place for Fluttershy to ride out her orgasm fully. Only when she slowed did he move, taking his mouth away and gulping down fresh, sweet lungfuls of air. She'd been mushing him against her pussy so hard that his breathing had been cut off for a while, but he didn't mind. He slowly withdrew his finger, releasing her dammed-up fluids with a quiet, squelching noise. The slight movement caused 'Shy to shudder once more and her to slit wink one last time, before she slumped down, suddenly panting hard. Only then did Pat lift his head up so he could look at her face above her belly. She was gulping down short breaths of air, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Pat grinned at her and put his soaked finger in his mouth to lick it clean where she could see.

Just the sight of that made 'Shy jerk her hips again, as if one more orgasmic spasm had been waiting.

Seeing her like that, disheveled, sweaty, panting, and with that crazed, disbelieving look in her eyes was probably the single, sexiest moment of Pat's life. He glanced down where the fur on her rear and thighs was completely soaked with her juices. He saw a bead of sweat slide from her belly and down her side.

He also felt that red-hot need and he could no longer deny it. Urgently, desperately, he pulled his dick out of his shorts and crawled closer. That display she had given him, her thrashing and moaning, combined with the taste and the squirting of her juices as Fluttershy had come, had nearly been enough on its own. It took him only a couple of strokes before he exploded as well, splashing his thick seed against her teats. He held his pulsing member, pressing the head against her soft flesh until he was spent.

Only then did he look up, worried that he might have overstepped some boundary, but 'Shy was looking up at the ceiling, smiling faintly. She was still breathing deeply and sweat continued to bead on her belly and neck. She looked positively radiant in the afterglow of her pleasure, even if her mane was a mess and her fur matted. He crawled further up, until he could bring his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss. His dick twitched as he pressed it against her cum-soaked teats.

"That... was," Fluttershy said when he pulled away. "Goodness. Just- wow... I didn't k- I didn't know..."

"It's not over yet."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but then Fluttershy smiled. She shifted a little and Pat felt his sack brush against her wet and warm lower lips. Open and waiting for him. He quickly repositioned himself. It was strange how he didn't even need to aim with his hand. His member seemed to align with her opening all by itself and he felt the first touch of the hot, wet velvet around his glans as his slight pressure forward pried apart her folds.

"Ready?" It came out as barely a whisper.

Rather than answering with words, 'Shy closed her eyes and pressed her mouth against his for another passionate kiss. Pat pushed forward a little, which was rewarded by a spurt of her fluids on his cock and a shudder running through her body. He withdrew to thoroughly lube himself up, then pressed forward once more.

Fluttershy gasped and jerked away, pushing down on his shoulder with her hooves. "Ow! Wait-"

Her first time, Pat remembered. The thought was enough to make him want to push all the way in, but she was hurting and that'd ruin everything. "Okay, okay, sorry," he said, pulling back once more.

He waited until Fluttershy relaxed again. "Okay, s-slowly," she whispered and shifted her forehooves from his shoulders to the sides of his chest.

It was a hard order to obey, but Patrick managed. He inched himself forward, holding back as hard as he could. Each millimeter was sweet, agonizing torture as more and more of his length was enveloped by that incredible heat. He came to a tight part and Fluttershy's breath caught, so he stopped. She was trembling, all four legs tense with the expectation of pain. "Okay?" he asked her.

"It's okay," she reassured him, trying to give him a smile but not quite managing. "T-They said it hurts the first time..."

Pat pushed slightly and she whimpered. He was about to pull back and try to rethink his approach, but 'Shy wrapped her hind legs around his ass as far as she could reach and tried to draw him in. "K-Keep going!" she said. "Just do it!"

Wincing himself, Pat pushed, guided by her legs. Something gave and he slid all the way inside, into the tight, wet heat of her canal. Shy gave a louder squeak and all her muscles stiffened in sudden shock. There were tears in her eyes and Pat's breath caught. "I'm sorry!"

She shook her head and relaxed, her body slumping back down on the mattress. "I'm okay," she repeated. "It's over now. It's good." She inspected the ceiling as she focused on the new sensation, then shifted her hips slightly. "It feels good. Don't stop."

With her reassurance, Pat tried to pull back, exceedingly cautious not to cause her any further pain. When he was nearly all the way out, acutely feeling the cold air on most of his length, he pushed back. It was still incredibly tight, but there was no resistance this time and no squeak of pain. Instead, 'Shy let out a breath she'd been holding. She had tensed up once more, expecting a new wave of pain, and she relaxed when it didn't come.

"Better?" he asked.

She nodded and squeezed her hind legs to get him to keep moving. "It feels..." she whispered, but it was lost in a moan as Pat withdrew once more, pleasure finally making itself known.

He didn't wait this time but went on, pumping slowly so as to let himself feel every fold and curve of her delightful passage. It squeezed, though not too tightly, and slid easily, her lubrication refreshing itself with each stroke. Already he could feel that his balls were completely soaked in her warm fluids. That realization made him groan and push further, hilting himself in Fluttershy fully and making her gasp.

Her hooves were holding on to his chest with all her strength and she tried to buck her hips to match his pacing. Her inexperience showed and she sometimes missed the timing, making them move in the same direction, but that just made it hotter for Pat, somehow.

Even having orgasmed just a few minutes ago, he already felt himself building up to another peak. Meanwhile 'Shy was moaning more and more, but not yet near her second. She loved the new sensations and wasn't shy about voicing her pleasure, her cries only slightly muffled by their irregular kisses.

He simply had to make her come again while he was inside her, Pat decided. It was important! Maybe if he...

His lips pressed against hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue even as he continued to push. At first her tongue was unresponsive, 'Shy unable to think of so many different things happening to her body at once, but after a while she responded out of sheer habit. She kissed him back, moaning into his mouth and drawing breath urgently through her nose.

Pat picked up the pace of his thrusts, making 'Shy squeak with each slap of his groin against hers. He shifted all his weight to one elbow and brought his free hand down between them. He quickly found her clit and gently massaged it with his thumb. The squeaks became squeals and Fluttershy's bucking became more frantic. She broke the kiss to pant for air, forehooves scrabbling uselessly at Pat's sides. Her wings were starting to curl upwards, too.

Patrick lowered himself down and put his tongue flat on her neck. That made 'Shy wrap her wings around them both. "A-Pat," she moaned. "Pat! I'm about to- oh, Celestia!" Her movements were becoming jerky and uncontrolled as she rapidly approached her second climax. Knowing that she was near was also bringing Pat closer and he picked up his pace yet again.

The moans and squeaks became a solid groan of pleasure and Fluttershy went stiff again.

Pat slowed down just as he'd nearly pulled all the way out, then pushed inside her with all his might.

"Aaah!" 'Shy yelped and grabbed him with all her limbs, trying to push him even further inside. Pat took his hand away from between them so they could get that extra little bit closer. Her orgasm made her insides clench, as if milking his cock for all it had.

It proved too much for him and Pat came as well, with a low grunt and a desperate push of his hips to get even deeper. His first spurt seemed to flow with excruciating slowness, hindered by Fluttershy squeezing his member, but then it burst out in a veritable explosion. More and more spurts followed the first, each one racking Pat's body and making him jerk slightly.

When it was finally over, he slumped down, unable to hold himself upright anymore. He came to rest against her neck, gasping for breath, while 'Shy stroked his sides with her forehooves. Both of them were panting with exertion. Both of them were smiling with the afterglow. Both of them were happy.

When he finally felt he could move again, Pat lifted himself and looked into Fluttershy's eyes. "Was it good?"

She blinked in shock at the question, then grinned. "Um..." she said and looked around the room, thinking of the best way to put it. "Yes."

Pat shivered and pushed himself up more. He was still inside her, but his dick was going soft and slowly sliding out. He pulled away and a small spurt of their combined fluids followed. His belly was completely smeared with his first load from Fluttershy's teats and hers looked even worse thanks to her fur. "Um, we might need a shower."

She followed his gaze and gave a soft giggle. "You think?" He couldn't help chuckling while 'Shy rolled to the edge of the bed and stood, stretching her hind legs carefully.

"I'll just get the covers off so we don't ruin the mattress, go ahead and start the shower. You can go first."

She nodded and walked slowly out of the room, a little bit wobbly on unsteady legs which she compensated for with her wings.

Pat was left staring at a very slight trace of red in the stain on his bed. He winced a little as he realized just why exactly it had hurt 'Shy so, but at the same time his dick gave a small twitch. She'd really been a virgin, as if he needed any proof, and now...

Now she wasn't anymore. They'd shared this beautiful moment and whatever happened next, they'd always have the memory of it. He hoped there'd be many more like it, though. He'd been right. Now that he'd tasted Fluttershy, both with his mouth and his cock, he didn't want to give her up, ever. With a sigh he got up and started to pull the bedspread off. It was even more important now to get her away from Mason. He heard the shower start and wondered what 'Shy would say if he joined her. The thought made him hurry up and dump the dirty sheets right on the floor so he could go and see.

It wasn't like there was any further need for modesty between them anyway.