Getting Shy

It was still quite bright out when Patrick parked in front of the house but luckily the neighborhood kids were playing elsewhere. That was just as well, he didn't like the thought of people gawking at him and 'Shy.

"I'll get the door for you."

Before she could respond Pat was already out of the car and circling around to her side. He knew from Fluttershy's past attempts just how fiddly the door handle could be for hooves. He leaned inside to unbuckle her as well, catching a quick kiss in passing. Then he went to retrieve the pizza boxes from the back seat while 'Shy clambered out of the car.

She stood on the sidewalk and turned her head from side to side as she tried to loosen up her neck. "Just- a moment," she pleaded.

"No rush." He closed and locked the car, then waited for 'Shy to move. His stomach gave a loud growl at the smell wafting right in his face.

"You can have some, Pat. I'll take a shower by myself."

It was tempting, but he remembered she was just as hungry and eating first would be rude. It would also deprive him of playing with her wings. Letting the feathers slide through his fingers was a very interesting sensation and Pat didn't want to miss an opportunity. "Nah, it's fine. I'll put these in the kitchen," he told her and hurried inside. He left the boxes on the dining table and came back just as 'Shy had stepped through the front door. It was a bit of a relief to close them and cut off any potential peeping toms from the street. As he turned back he couldn't help noticing that 'Shy was still walking a bit stiffly with her wings held an inch or two away from her body. He followed her into the bathroom and shut that door as well.

While Fluttershy was climbing into the tub he undressed down to his shorts. He didn't mind if he got those wet and at least they'd conceal any undue 'excitement' on his part. It was supposed to be a massage for her sore muscles, after all. Pat could keep his libido in check. Sometimes. "So, how do I-?"

'Shy looked at him in thought, then brightened up. She tapped the edge of the tub. "Sit here."

Pat obeyed, but that put her face right between his legs, which made his member twitch with sudden desire. It took some mental effort to push past it and focus on 'Shy instead.

"A little further," she commented. "Okay, can you sit comfortably like that?"

His ass would be numb after about ten minutes, but it wouldn't be a huge discomfort so Pat nodded.

'Shy scooched a little closer, until her muzzle was all but touching Pat's belly, then took a deep breath. She grunted as she lifted her wings up and let them flop down over his knees. The limbs draped over Pat's legs and 'Shy heaved a sigh when she didn't have to hold them up anymore. "Now take the shower head and..." she began, but didn't know how to really finish that sentence so she just vaguely circled a hoof in the air. Luckily Pat didn't need more instruction and he did as commanded.

He started with lukewarm and slowly brought the temperature up until it felt comfortable. He angled the stream closer to 'Shy. "Too hot?"

She reached over with a foreleg to feel the water, then shook her head. "Hotter. Much hotter." Pat obliged until the shower was barely tolerable and looked at 'Shy again. When she tried it this time she nodded. "Perfect."

He still began gently, wetting her coat a little at a time and giving her time to get accustomed to the hot water. She sighed as he finally reached her withers and angled the stream so it ran down her whole back. The weight on his knees increased as 'Shy relaxed and her head would have fallen right in his crotch had he not seen her nodding in time and caught her with a hand under her muzzle. "Easy. I got you, just relax."

'Shy nodded and closed her eyes as Pat continued running water up and down her back. After a while he changed hands and brought the stream around to her front. That wrung out another mournful sigh from the mare's throat. "It feeeeeeels so niiiice," she moaned into his palm. He could feel her drool a little as she completely relaxed.

He kept slowly shifting the shower head around to give her equal treatment on all sides while 'Shy continued to melt into his lap. At one point Pat realized it would be nice to use some shampoo as well and turned the water off. Fluttershy opened her eyes, but when she saw he was reaching for the bottle she closed them again. "Thanks, Pat. You're a real gentlecolt," she murmured.

"I need both hands for this, 'Shy."

She moved her muzzle from his palm and laid it down on his thigh. That freed him up to give her body a good lather. It also meant running his hands all over, which made 'Shy jerk when he passed around her midriff. Slowly he narrowed down where her poor, strained flight muscles were. Good thing he hadn't started rubbing her wings like an idiot. She would probably have laughed. Now that he had a moment to observe it seemed pretty obviously that there would be few muscles in the wings themselves.

In time, with more gentle massaging 'Shy didn't seem as sore anymore. She no longer tensed up when Pat slid his hand down her side, nor did her breath catch when he rubbed with his fingers. She was starting to shiver a little, though. Before she could get too cold Pat brought the shower back and earned himself more luxuriating sighing as he washed the foam away. At some point 'Shy wrapped her forelegs around one of his calves and just held him in place, as if worried he might try to escape.

There was no fear of that, not with the cute expressions she was making as the heat soaked into her very bones. More than once Patrick was sad he didn't have his phone with him. That picture of 'Shy squeezing her eyes shut and her tongue lolling out would have won him some kind of Pulitzer prize or something, Pat was sure. Eventually, though, he was done and shut the water off with a sense of finality. She gave him a pleading look, but it had been more than half an hour since the shampoo and Pat was worried they'd run out of hot water.

Not to mention that his butt was getting seriously sore. "I think that's enough for now, Buttershy. Wanna go lie down on the couch while the pizza warms up? I could give you a massage if you'd like. Or continue it. Or whatever."

The thought of food woke her up and Fluttershy licked her lips. She straightened up and unhooked her wings from Pat's knees. "Mm, pizza does sound good. Um, those other things too."

His legs felt cold after all that time and the lack of weight was a strange feeling, but it really was time to go. Patrick stood up and nearly fell over before he realized he couldn't feel his ass any more. He tried to put it out of his mind, but couldn't quite control his expression.

'Shy became instantly worried and froze as she was climbing out of the tub. "Um, are you okay?"

"Sorry. Ass fell asleep from the way I was sitting."

She lifted a hoof to her muzzle in dismay. "Oh, it's all my fault. I'm-"

"Nah, it's fine. Just gotta stretch. Come here, I'll get you a towel." While he waited for the tingling to stop Pat draped a fresh towel over Fluttershy's back. She started drying herself on her own, but he felt better soon enough to lend her some help. With a combination of hands and hooves they were done in no time and could exit the bathroom without leaving puddles everywhere. 'Shy, upon Pat's insistence, went to the couch while he turned the oven on and put the pizzas inside. He made sure to set the timer on it so they wouldn't burn, then headed to the bedroom to change into some fresh clothes. That done, Pat joined 'Shy on the couch so he could deliver on his second promise of a massage.

She was already sprawled on her back and looking at him with an expectant smile. Her ears were slightly lowered and there was a barely perceptible tint of red in her cheeks, but she seemed a lot more comfortable about him touching her after the past few days. Her wings were resting against the cushions, her hind hooves were dangling over the edge, and her forelegs were folded at her sides. The position left her midriff pretty exposed so Pat would have easier access.

"Uh, so, do we use massage oil or something?" he asked, suddenly worried because he had none in the house.

'Shy shook her head quite emphatically and even grimaced a little. "No, that'd just make my coat all gross and sticky."

She was right, so Pat began by laying his hands on her belly. She was still slightly damp, but when he dragged his fingers through her fur he found they moved quite freely. Not knowing what to do, he just made little scratching motions as he inched upward. Soon he found the right spot and Fluttershy's breath caught. There were supposed to be knots or something in the muscles, but Pat didn't know how that would feel. 'Shy was just warm and soft. He tried increasing the pressure and that elicited a drawn-out groan from her.

"Here?"

Her eyes were already closed, but 'Shy put a hoof on his hand and pushed it around to her side. She was a bit less soft in that place and when he felt around with his fingers 'Shy let out a tremendous sigh. As he kept poking around, something relaxed in her side and became as soft as the rest of her. Pat tried to remember what it had felt like so he'd be able to find it again. Just as an experiment, he brought his other hand to the opposite side and carefully felt the area. Maybe that was a flight muscle, but it just felt like fur and stiff flesh. Despite that he pressed his fingers in and rubbed in small circles until it felt relaxed again. Then he focused on Fluttershy's face.

She had her eyes closed, but her mouth was slightly open. Her ears were sticking out to the sides and facing backwards in what Pat assumed was a sign of total relaxation for a pony. He couldn't help himself and leaned in to place a very light kiss on the tip of her nose. Her open mouth reformed into a smile but she didn't look.

"Keep going up- um, back, until the wing joint. Oh, and you can use a little more force."

Her request was not unreasonable and Pat switched from pushing with his fingers to kneading with the palms of his hands, like he'd seen in a massage video on YouTube months ago. It took some effort but it was worth it. 'Shy leaned her head all the way back and let out a deep, throaty moan. There was a very primal element in the sound which seemed to reach right into Pat's pants.

He sternly told himself that this was about relaxation, not sex, and maybe he even believed it. Meanwhile his fingers reached the place where Fluttershy's wing merged into her back. Patrick didn't have the faintest clue what to do there, but it was a good opportunity to indulge his curiosity a little. He focused on Fluttershy's left wing and brought both hands there. The joint was a bit like a shoulder joint, except a lot less limited in the directions it could move. The limb sticking out was somewhat thinner than one of her legs, but didn't look any less strong. It quickly fanned out with feathers, but the leading edge was solid and Pat guessed that was where the bones were. Did pegasi have hollow bones like birds?

Still pretending that he was giving her a massage, Pat carefully followed the wing. It had a series of complicated-looking joints where it could fold together, and straight parts where the longest feathers were anchored. He had just finished tracing his finger down a long primary when he became aware that 'Shy had opened her eyes and was watching him with intense interest. Her muzzle was quite red, her ears were completely flat and her lips were parted. Her eyes were round and big, eager to drink in even the faintest scrap of light.

"Oh. Sorry. I was curious," he apologized.

'Shy blinked a few times and her pupils shrank to a more normal size. "It's- uh, it's fine," she reassured him, but her voice had a husky undertone. "It's just..." She sought out the correct words, then her eyes slid away from Pat's face. "Wings are kinda... sensitive, Pat. Real sensitive. What you're doing..." She fell silent and her ears flicked.

"Yes?"

The next few words out of her muzzle were an indistinct mumble.

"Come again?"

More mumbles while 'Shy staunchly refused to look him in the eye.

"Sorry, you're gonna have to speak up."

This time 'Shy hid behind her mane and managed to raise her voice enough for him to catch a hint of words: "mumble mumble foreplay mumble"

Oh.

"Oh!" Pat hurriedly released the limb and let his hands drop down by his sides.

One sparkling, cyan eye peeked at him from behind a pink curtain. "I didn't say I didn't like it," 'Shy whispered.

Except the very next moment there was a loud grumble as Pat's stomach had finally had enough fasting. The two looked at each other, startled, until Fluttershy started giggling. Her laugh was infectious and they both ended up chuckling until the beeping from the oven alerted them. "Perfect timing. Don't move, I'll get it."

'Shy slumped back on the pillows and gave Patrick a grateful smile as he went to fetch their reheated dinner. Pizza was best fresh, but this was close enough and still good. It had been cut into slices, but the cooling and heating had caused it to 'heal' a little, so Pat had to separate the pieces again. Then he took two plates to the couch and held one out to 'Shy. She took it with a murmured thank you and placed it in her lap while Pat sat in the spot next to her. Driven by his hunger Pat tried to pick up his slice, but quickly let it drop with a hiss. He stuck his finger in his mouth.

Watching his antics was enough for 'Shy to understand that the pizza was too hot to hold, at least for a human. She touched it gingerly with her hoof, but then shrugged and tried to pick it up. Unfortunately the dough was soggy and pressed against her frog, which made her suck down a breath through her teeth and drop it back on the plate. She caught Pat's smirk and glared at the offending pizza. An idea occurred and she nudged the slice until the tip of it was sticking over the edge. That allowed her to simply lift the plate up and nibble at the pizza without worrying that she'd burn her hooves any more.

"Good idea!" Pat did the same. For some reason, the heat was easier to take with his mouth than his hands. As he chewed he caught Fluttershy's grin and returned one of his own. "Next time we're getting it fresh, okay?"

"Actually," she replied, pausing to see how he would take another suggestion. "Maybe we could get some, um, fellah- falls?"

"Huh? what's that?"

'Shy shrugged a little. "I saw it in one of Mr. Mason's magazines. Um, I saw it written down, but I don't know how you say it. It's like, um, minced vegetable balls fried in oil."

It rang a bell and Pat realized what she was talking about. "Oh, you mean falafels! Yeah, I think there's a Turkish take out or something in the shopping centre. Maybe we do that for lunch tomorrow?"

The offer made 'Shy smile widely and she bobbed her head in delight. "I'd love that!"

Mentioning the next day reminded Pat and his expression crumbled. Of course 'Shy noticed immediately and froze. "What's wrong?"

"Tomorrow's Friday," he said.

He didn't need to add anything more because she understood. "Mr. Mason comes home on Saturday."

"Yeah." Two more nights cuddling with 'Shy. Just two. It was nearly enough to break Pat's heart.

He felt a hoof laid gently on his knee. "Don't worry, I'll come visit. I'll, um, I'll sneak out sometimes, like I promised."

It was better than nothing, but Patrick really wanted more. He gave 'Shy his most earnest look. "You're gonna think about- what we talked about? You know, not doing such a good job? S-So maybe Mr. Mason will be open to selling you?"

Fluttershy's lips tightened and her ears flicked, but she heaved a long sigh and nodded. "I'll think about it. I'm sorry, but that's all I can promise right now."

It was more than enough and Pat's spirits lifted. He had two more nights with 'Shy, after all. Better make them count. "Okay, eat up. Want me to put on something Disney while I try that massage thing again?"

Fluttershy's mouth quirked up in sudden delight. "There's more?!"

"If you want it. I promise I won't tease your wings anymore."

She blushed at the memory and it was absolutely adorable, especially when she looked down and pretended to be engrossed in what was left of her pizza. "You can t-tease," she murmured demurely.

"After the movie, okay? How are your muscles?"

'Shy leaned her head to one side as if listening intently to her own body, then smiled and nodded. "Better! I think the shower really helped. Thanks!" Her hoof went out again to pat his knee.

"Well, we'll see what it's like tomorrow. You might still be sore."

This was met with an indifferent shrug. "At least I'll know I got some good exercise. It was fun to fly like that again. Just flying, I mean, with nothing to do."

"If you don't feel too sore we can do it again before Mr. Mason comes back. Actually, I guess we could do it sometimes even when he's home. Do you think he'll mind letting you go for a few hours every once in a while?"

'Shy gave Pat a piercing look. "He might if I'm not doing a good job," she pointed out.

"Oh... right," Pat replied, not quite able to look her in the eye.

"We'll work something out, okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks, 'Shy. Buttershy."

At least the nickname made her smile again. "Now, can you put on a movie?"

"Which one?"

"Um, you pick."

Pat gave it some thought. "How about Mulan?"

Of course 'Shy didn't know it, but she gave him a nod and Pat took up the remote to find it. By this time the pizza was cool enough for her to pick it up in her hooves and mare began to munch on the rest of her dinner.