Getting Shy

There it was. Their last morning together. The knowledge hit Pat almost before he fully woke up. Fluttershy was nestled against his belly, a warm, fuzzy small spoon with her head resting comfortably on his arm. She was still asleep and Pat tried very hard not to squeeze her against himself and wake her up. Starting tonight he'd be going to bed alone and waking up in a large, lonely bed by himself. It really wasn't fair. He'd gotten used to her presence in just a few days and now life without 'Shy in his flat seemed bleak and boring. He let out a sad sigh and tried to drink in the soft moment. Her mane was tickling his chin and her slow breath played against his forearm. Somehow her tail had gotten between his legs, a bundle of delicate, silken hair which still felt incredibly solid. Pat's other arm was lying across Fluttershy's barrel and she was holding it in place with her wing, as if worried she might lose its warmth while she slept.

An absolutely perfect way to wake up.

The mare in his arms twitched and murmured something. She didn't wake up, but her mouth opened in a tiny yawn and she gave the arm she was lying on a lick with her incredibly hot tongue.

Scratch that. An absolutely adorable way to wake up.

Patrick couldn't resist and lifted his head so he could plant a careful kiss on her ear, which was sticking up from the tangle of pink hair. It flicked against his lips at the touch and 'Shy moved again. This time her hind hoof pressed against his leg and her wing squeezed on his arm. She tried to back up, slide further against his warm belly and the movement reminded Pat of their position. She was pressing her rear right into his lap and jerking her tail to free it from between his legs. He released it almost absentmindedly, but the movement brought her closer to waking.

Pat leaned further and left his next kiss on the side of her muzzle. From his new angle he could see her eye open and blink a few times, trying to focus on her surroundings. 'Shy drew in a deep, luxurious breath, held it for a moment, then let it go. She was awake now and a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Morning, beautiful."

The smile was joined by a slight blush, but 'Shy didn't look displeased about the greeting. "Hi. What time is it?"

Getting the answer meant Pat had to free his arm from under her wing so he could check his phone. "Six thirty. Still early," he answered.

Her eyes closed again and Fluttershy murmured: "Good. I don't want to get up yet."

"We don't have to."

He put the phone back on the bedside table beside hers and returned his hand to her belly. Her wing immediately pressed down on it with the clear intention of never letting go again.

"I'll need to pee in a while," 'Shy proclaimed.

"You'll come right back this time? Promise, or I won't let you go."

The idle threat made her roll her eye in exasperation. "You'll have to let me go."

"Nuh-uh!"

"If you don't let me go, Pat," 'Shy went on to explain with exaggerated patience, "I will pee the bed." She watched for his response, grin already turning triumphant. It faded when Pat didn't budge.

"Okay."

This made her blink and brought a noticeable tint of red to her face. "Okay?!"

"Okay."

'Shy shuffled around to her back so she could look at Pat with both eyes. "You'd be okay with me... um, wetting the bed?!"

"Yeah, if it meant you'd stay in it."

Her eyebrows drew down and she opened her mouth, but nothing came out. After a second she closed it and shook her head, obviously bemused beyond words. The second attempt went better: "I don't know if I should be flattered or disgusted, Pat."

"Why not both?"

'Shy grunted in annoyance and covered her face with a hoof. She gave up on the topic and changed it to something more serious. "Mr. Mason will be back before lunch. I really should be there at, um, ten."

"Wait, you said lunch. Why ten?" Pat almost whined.

'Shy looked just as sad as he felt. "I need to check the house and make sure everything is clean and ready. He'll never let me visit again if he comes home to a messy place. I'll also make lunch, because he'll probably be hungry from his trip."

"It's not messy! No one has been there for a week! And you're still too nice!"

Once more Fluttershy rolled her eyes. "There is such a thing as dust, Pat. And you like me because I'm nice!"

She was right and that stubborn look in her eye said there was no use trying to convince her otherwise. Patrick gave in. "Well, I got you until ten. I'll feed you pancakes and massage your hoofsies, deal?"

Her eyes closed and her smile came back. "That sounds kinda lovely, actually."

"But first..."

He didn't finish and waited for 'Shy to look. She was bound to wonder what the delay was. When she did, Pat leaned in and stole a kiss. Almost unconsciously his free hand went to her belly and began scratching in circles around her bellybutton. He pulled away to see her expression. 'Shy always made the cutest face when he rubbed her soft spots. This time there was a kind of hunger in her eyes as well. Her forehooves shot out around his neck and pulled him forcefully down, into another kiss. It lasted a lot longer and 'Shy jammed her tongue deep into Pat's mouth. At one point she wrapped it entirely around his, which made him groan with need and grind his hips against her flank.

They were both out of breath when they broke apart. Pat would have gone right for another kiss, but a hoof on his chest held him at bay.

"I really do need to pee," 'Shy said.

It was with some reluctance, but Patrick removed his arm and let her go. She slid from the bed and hurried out of the room, pausing only for a second to glance back and flick her tail before she vanished through the door. It had only been a glimpse, but it was enough to make Pat involuntarily buck his hips. That had been an unspoken promise if ever he'd seen one. He just hoped 'Shy wouldn't get it in her head to go and clean something while he waited for her at full mast. Pat listened to what she was doing just to make sure. Maybe if she did wander off he could head her off and entice her back to bed. So far the sounds coming from the bathroom were encouraging.

The dribble of water, which would normally be somewhat unpleasant, but just served to strengthen his boner right now. A bit of quiet during which Pat could almost hear her tear off a square of toilet paper. The flush, which filled him with anticipation. Then the sink, as 'Shy dutifully washed her forehooves. The click of her landing back on the tiles was unmistakable, as was the clop-clop-thud as she exited to the carpeted hallway. This time, Pat was happy to hear, she was coming right back to his room. In another few moments she reappeared in the door and paused. Her ears were splayed out and there was red on her muzzle, but whether it was a flush of anticipation, or of embarrassment, Pat couldn't tell. She held a smile, but it was a conscious choice, not a sign of any particular joy.

Pat lifted up the cover in invitation and that jerked 'Shy forward. Her eyes slid down his suddenly exposed body and her blush deepened. She didn't slow down, though. The bed creaked a little as the mare climbed up. She stood there for long seconds, looking down at her hooves.

Just as Pat was about to ask if she was alright, 'Shy patted the mattress closer to her. "Come here. Lie on your back."

Curious to see where she was going with this, Pat obeyed. He was still holding the blankets open and was starting to feel the early morning chill. Fluttershy stepped over his hips so she was straddling him, then lay down on his chest. Finally Pat could drape the covers back around them and recapture a bit of warmth. He shivered for a few seconds until Fluttershy's fur warmed him up again. They looked at one another, nose to nose. Fluttershy was biting her lower lip and her ears twitched, but then she seemed to decide something and dove in to kiss him.

For his part, Pat rested his hands lightly against her sides. It turned out that his palms almost perfectly covered her cutie marks in this position. Fluttershy's forehooves slid up, until they were on Pat's shoulders, but she never broke the kiss in all that time. She started to pull away, but changed her mind at the last instant and attacked yet again. It was incredibly hot. 'Shy was light enough that Pat could easily lift her, but the way she was lying on him implied that she had all the control.

He was letting her do whatever she wanted. They had time. For the moment all she wanted was tongue-play, but already her breathing was getting faster and there was an occasional low grunt from her throat. When she stopped for a moment there was a time of stillness and Pat felt her belly move with the short, shallow breaths she was taking. She brought her muzzle closer once more and Pat parted his lips to accept her, but instead of a sensual kiss, 'Shy began to lick along his chin. Her muscles tensed as she pushed herself higher so she could reach, and Pat obliged by turning his head sideways. Her tongue tickled in his ear as she explored and then her teeth bit down, albeit gently.

Suddenly he realized she was treating him like a pony. He still couldn't quite believe they really did nibble on one another's ears, but it was super hot and made him dig his fingers into her flank and pull her down, griding their bellies together. There was still the fabric of his underpants in the way, but that just served to tease them both by denying them the feel of each other's flesh. The promise was there and Patrick felt sudden, warm damp through the cloth. The feeling drew another groan from his throat. Meanwhile her forehooves clung to his shoulders and her hind squeezed around Pat's waist as 'Shy continued to nibble on his ear.

He was just getting into that when the pressure vanished and her muzzle nudged his face the other way. He turned to see what he wanted when her lips found his and the invasion began in earnest once more. Just before he closed his eyes to focus on the feeling, Pat saw Fluttershy's nostrils flaring as she sucked down an urgent breath through her nose. She was working herself into a frenzy. Pat slid his hands from her flanks and gripped his underpants to pull them down, but 'Shy just squeezed harder with her hind legs and pulled out of the kiss.

"No! Don't!" she gasped.

Pat blinked in confusion, but let the cloth go. Surely she wanted it? All the signs said yes.

He had his answer in another few seconds when 'Shy shifted her weight and deftly hooked a hind hoof under the elastic. She concentrated and tugged the underpants down, but Pat had to lift his butt to free them. "I wanted- wanted to do it myself," she gasped.

They slid most of the way and he worked his legs to kick them off completely. No more clothes between them. Both of them were as naked as it was possible to be. The thought made him grind up against her, which drew a surprised gasp from 'Shy. She was no longer looking at his face, her eyes focused on some distant point only she could see or imagine.

Remembering her erogenous zones, Pat sought out her hind hooves with his hands and felt for the edges. It wasn't the best angle for that and it was almost beyond his reach, but the lightest pressure was enough to draw out a deep, throaty moan from 'Shy. This time when she ground against him there was a feeling of heat and wetness against his balls. She was already all but squirting and the thought almost blanked Pat's mind with lust. He redoubled his efforts on her hooves and 'Shy bucked against him, slathering his shaft and belly with her juices.

When Pat could focus on her face once more he saw 'Shy had her lower lip firmly between her teeth. He didn't want her to injure herself, so he pushed his head up and tried to draw her out in a kiss instead. It worked and she released her lip to allow him entry into her mouth. Her tongue was quivering and jerking around, not fully under her conscious control. Her hips continued to grind.

"Want it?" Pat breathed out when they parted.

The red in her muzzle flared up, whether from embarrassment or desire was hard to tell. Despite that, she nodded, wordlessly.

"Say it."

Her blush deepened to near terminal levels and she jerked her head forward, expertly whipping her mane around to hide at least part of her face. She kept panting and grinding, but didn't speak, so Pat removed his fingers from the rim of her hind hooves. The lack of stimulation made 'Shy moan in desperation. "Please," she finally gasped, "please. I need it!"

Luckily she didn't notice that Pat was barely holding himself back. A few moments longer and he would have lost this little game which 'Shy probably wasn't even aware they were playing. All she knew was that she wanted to be filled up. She ground harder, unaware that it was making it more difficult for Pat to line up.

He put his hands back on her flanks and pushed. "Let up."

She quickly understood and lifted herself. The movement made a drop of her slick essence fall and land right on the tip of Pat's cock as he watched. It made him twitch and jerk upwards. He regained control of his muscles and relaxed. Then he guided 'Shy down with a light pressure on her flanks. She obeyed gladly, eagerly.

The first touch was like a bolt of electricity and Pat couldn't stop himself from pushing against her. By some strange luck his tip found exactly the right spot and her folds yielded to his entrance. It was like being enveloped in hot, slick velvet. He paused to savor the moment, but now that he was in her, Fluttershy suddenly slammed herself down as she let out a moan of relief. In that single stroke he was embedded inside her as deep as he could go and he could feel her passage twitching and squeezing along his entire length.

He opened his mouth to moan, but 'Shy covered it with hers and forced her tongue between his unresisting lips. Already she was lifting herself up, slowly and carefully until he was mostly outside. Then she pushed back down, her breath driven out of her lungs and into Pat's. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he settled on finding her flanks and gripping the fur there. He followed her movement up and then back down again.

The feeling was out of this world. Her heat as she enveloped him, the slick wetness of her juices, the soft, yet firm texture of her insides. It all combined in a symphony of carnal pleasure.

Their lips parted, allowing them both the breath they urgently needed. "Oh, sweet Celestia!" Fluttershy moaned as soon as her lips were free. She pushed herself upright and braced her forehooves on Pat's chest, which gave her a much better angle and allowed her to impale herself even deeper. Her wings were coming unfurled, but 'Shy didn't seem to care at the moment. Each movement, each push drove another squeaky moan from her lungs. Her pace was picking up and her urgent panting followed.

Pat moved his hands from her flanks to her forelegs, gripping around both fetlocks. He could feel the tension as 'Shy pushed herself back, braced herself against him, again and again. She was quickly getting there, leaving him behind in her hurry to orgasm. Pat glanced down between their bellies and saw his shaft connecting them. The view was obscured by the pink of her teats each time she slammed down, but the visual, and the knowledge that he had his dick inside her, was driving him closer to his peak too. He felt more of her effusion leak out and dribble down his balls. They were making a mess of the bed, but he didn't care. If anything, the feel of her fluids pooling around his groin was driving him further.

Already he was helping 'Shy by bucking up his hips, trying to time his thrusts with hers. Her teats met his belly with an audible slap each time she came down and a slick, liquid sound accompanied each dribble of her juices which escaped her pussy.

She wanted more. For a moment their eyes met and Pat was startled by the crazed hunger he saw there. 'Shy was going to milk him dry. In response he tried to push harder, faster, bucking against her with slap after wet slap, until his belly was glistening with her escaped fluids. He gripped her forelegs tighter and gasped for more oxygen to fuel his efforts. He could see 'Shy was doing the same.

Gradually her moans rose up in pitch and her movements became jerky and uncoordinated. Pat took his hands from her forehooves and put them around her waist to help guide her. With gentle pushes he got her back into a slow rhythm. Not much further now, but that was perfect because he couldn't last any longer himself. Already he felt the swelling deep in his balls as they prepared to unload.

"Yes! Yes! Oh! Yes! Please!" 'Shy babbled with every new breath, the words replacing her moans. She threw her head up and opened her mouth wide to gulp down more air. Her muscles went rigid and Pat knew this was it. He dug his fingers into her sides and pulled her down as hard as he could, embedding his cock as deep as it would go. He thought his tip brushed something new in there and that touch pushed him over the edge as well. He came an instant before 'Shy, the first rope of his seed spurting out just as she let out a high-pitched cry. She sat rigidly, all muscles clenched as her orgasm rocked her entire body. She swayed, but remained upright, breath driven out of her in a long, luxurious moan. Her passage spasmed and tightened, and Pat could feel her clit winking out against his groin.

They remained nearly motionless until the feeling passed, then Fluttershy slumped down on his chest and began to pant for air, eyes closed. As she moved, the dam was broken and their combined fluids began to dribble out, completely soaking Pat's balls. It was a nice feeling. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying every sensation. The musky scent of her arousal, the brush of fur on his belly and chest, the sound of her rasping breath. Even the sticky feeling where her secretions had smeared into her coat.

He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose and concentrated on his own breathing. The sex had been short, but incredibly intense. They were both sweaty and Pat pulled the blanket away to let them cool down. He stroked Fluttershy's back, waiting for her to regain her senses so he could tell her just how good it had been.

At length her eyes opened and focused on his face.

"Hi," he said with a grin.

She managed a small smile and lifted herself a little so she could look at him properly.

"We made a mess."

"M-Made?" Fluttershy asked. Patrick was about to lift her up higher so she could see just how wet and sticky they were, but 'Shy interrupted him with a kiss. "We're not done making it yet," she said quietly. She ground her hips against his, making entirely new pleasurable sensations run up Pat's spine.

He had been growing soft, but the look in her eyes and the fresh stimulation was making him hard again. Could he finish again without any recuperation at all? Even if not, he wanted 'Shy to enjoy herself for as long as he could stay hard. She deserved it.

"Want me to do some of the work?"

She thought this over, then nodded. They rolled until he was on top, still embedded in her. He leaned down to kiss her neck, then began to pump. This time it was slower and much more sensual. They were both very sensitive, which added to the pleasure. Pat began to think he really could come again, even this soon after. It'd just take some careful, gentle lovemaking to this beautiful mare. He sought out her mouth for a kiss. It might take a while, but it already felt incredible.

"God, I love you Buttershy."

Incredibly that profession still made her blush and stammer. "I l-love you t-too," she finally managed.

He couldn't help it. Pat grinned. "You're cute when you say that."

Her smile widened, but then Fluttershy's expression grew serious and her ears folded down. She laid a hoof on his lips. "Shut up and rut me," she whispered.